Destinia: First Year at Hogwarts

Chapter 9: Overhearing

That troll was a surprise, Draco had to admit, but there was no time to sit around. With Hallowe'en behind and November started, the first match of the Quidditch season was getting close. It would be between Slytherin and Gryffindor, and Gryffindor had a new, quite interesting Seeker Draco was sure of would play. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. Draco was excited to see him play a real match.

     Now, it was the last Potions lesson before the match the next day, and Draco decided to play with Potter a bit more. He stood, waiting for him, in front of the classroom, Pansy Parkinson to his right for emotional support, Crabbe and Goyle to his left for physical support. Potter had just walked around the corner and was nearing the classroom, his usual cronies, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger, at his sides. As they neared and saw Draco, Potter tried his best to ignore him. Weasley made a nasty face and Granger just frowned.

     Draco, however, only smirked. He took a step forward from where he was leaning against the wall and rounded on the trio. "So, Potter," he started, sneering amused. "Think you're ready for tomorrow? Suppose you practiced a lot, huh, wouldn't want to disappoint your oh so faithful followers..."

     "Sod off, Malfoy," Weasley immediately came to his defence, the annoying git. Granger's frown deepened while Potter's face stayed neutral.

     "And who am I to listen to poor weasels like you?" Draco shot back, giving him a quick glare before refocusing on Potter. "What? Do you want us to stand there with mattresses, ready to catch you?"

     He paused for a second to look the Gryffindor up and down. "Mhm," he continued, meeting his eyes. "That would be exactly what you'd like, wouldn't it? Your greedy, little git self wants everything for your own. Everyone has to follow your command, huh?" He finished with a smirk as he finally saw the black-head grit his teeth and frown.

     Weasley was sending him death glares and seemed ready to lunge at him right as Severus turned the corner. They made their way inside and the lesson commenced.

The lessons of the day had ended and Draco sat in the Slytherin common room with Pansy, practicing the sunlight charm for Charms that Monday, when a first year from Draco's dorm asked their attention. Draco recognised him as Blaise Zabini.

     "Yes?" Draco asked, almost a bit rudely. Zabini smiled at him.

     "Are you two... dating?" he asked, still smiling knowingly as if he already knew the answer.

     Then, before Draco could answer him, a frown already formed on his forehead, a third-year spoke up. "They couldn't be," she said matter-of-factly. "He shouldn't be able to enter the girls' dormitory if he was straight."

     Draco's stomach turned. "Are you insisting I'm gay?" he said, almost offended. His father surely wouldn't approve of that, right? They'd disown him the second he or his mother knew. They never really spoke about it, but it would mean he wouldn't be able to have biological children, except forced. He faintly recalled his father yelling at him, telling him to never like the same gender ever. Salazar, he had almost forgotten that one. If only he could...

     She, however, only smiled. "There's nothing wrong with being gay, really, and I'm not saying you are. But, be honest, the only boys who have ever got to enter the girls' dormitory were as straight as a Quaffle." Many of the others seemed to back up this statement. Everyone just smiled, some laughed a bit. Out of the corner of his eye, Draco noticed Nott looking displeased and wondered what was up with him.

     Then, a seventh year spoke up. "It's rarely spoken of, as it's not something that happens daily, but it's fully accepted in our world." Several people nodded.