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A Closet Case

Draco's PoV

"Harry," I said gently to the black haired boy sitting beside me. He looked up, and I continued, "Harry I want to do it. I want to tell them."

Harry didn't need to ask who 'them' was. I think it was a mark of our relationship that he could just about read my mind lots of the time. "Are you sure?" I smiled at his always checking I was sure.

"Yes honey, I'm sure." I grimaced.

"What is it?"

"Well the thing is, lots of people have been coming out recently, into the new age of acceptance, and I don't want to be just another face in the crowd. My coming out has to be something Hogwarts will remember forever."

"Oh Draco," Harry sighed, "You always were ambitious. Forever is such a very long time. However, I, Harry Potter, your boyfriend of eight months, solemnly swear to help your coming out be a thing that Hogwarts will remember forever. "

"Thank you Harry. And how exactly do you plan to do this?"

"Well, Draco, I was thinking it could go something like this..."

And so began three days of secret planning in the Room of Requirement.

***

The day of the Coming Out

I am nervous. To say the very least. To say the truth, would be to say that I am shaking in my shining leather dress shoes. I am  in a closet in the Room of Requirement.  Harry is just finishing the extensions to his invisibilty cloak so that it will wrap around the closet. I hear his voice mumbling to me about how he's going to have to tip the box over, and before I know it there is a thump and I am nursing an aching elbow. Lying horizontally in a closet. I shake my head in exasperation, about to reprimand Harry when I feel a moment of weightlessness which signifies my lift off. I gulp as I feel Harry carefully position his wand so he can control me without it being visible, and we begin to walk to the Great Hall.  Well, Harry walks, and I float in my rightful place, just slightly higher off the ground than everyone else. I whisper to Harry, "remember the plan?" upon hearing the affirmative I relax slightly. The plan is for me to be levitated, inside the closet up to beside the teacher's desk, where Harry will magically remove the invisibility cloak, use his Legilimency skills to tell me when to go, and i will jump out of the closet, yelling that I'm gay. That's the plan, anyway. Who knows what could go wrong.

One thing I don't have to worry about at least is me banging into anything. Harry and my love has formed a mental bond, so we can always tell exactly where the other is. It's quite special, really.

Anyway. I feel the closet begin to move again, and I am completely in the dark. I hear the cheerful sounds of the Great Hall, and I hear Harry's footsteps move slowly away from me. I feel my self continue to float, though I cannot tell which way.

I hear Harry's voice inside my ear, whispering, 'GO NOW '

'ARE YOU SURE?'  I whisper mentally back, hearing the sudden influx of voices arising from the removal of the invisibility cloak.

'YES. NOW JUMP  OUT!'

I shut my eyes as I open the door, leaping out.

"I'm GAYaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" There are no cobblestones beneath me. In fact, my brain just has time to process the fact that there is absolutely nothing beneath me before I am falling out of the sky, still yelling that I'm gay. I hear laughters echoing through the rafters, and time seems to slow down.

I instinctively put my hands out to catch me, but this makes me tip slightly forward. I windmill my arms which only worsens the problem, and before I know it, I am plunging headfirst into Professor McGonagall's treacle tart.

I am sunk up to my nose in it, so I am lucky that my eyes were already shut, but I can still hear McGonagall's faintly amused voice saying, "Mr Malfoy, I would take kindly to your removing your head from my treacle pudding.

I blush furiously, though no one can see and attempt to pull my hair out of the dessert. It won't budge. I settle for standing up with a dish of treacle tart on my head.

I attempt to walk dignifiedly out of the Great Hall, but trip on the stairs (I can't see anything, alright?) and brace for a second impact when I am caught by a pair of strong arms. Harry's arms.

"Hey babe," He says, before pecking the corner of my lips that he can reach past the treacle dish, "You said you wanted it to be remembered forever."

I kiss him quickly, not caring about the drips of treacle that are beginning to melt all over my hair, or that our kiss is impeded by the dish which is still on my head.

Uproar ensues.

A/N First oneshot in this book! Tell me what you thought in the comments, and if you liked, leave a vote! This book will be updated as soon as I think of an idea or get an idea from you guys or a Google Search. :)