Mixed Messages (A Drarry Fanfic)

The Bi Who Lived

(Harry)

When Harry arrived at the dormitory, he found Seamus and Dean whispering frantically to Hermione, who sat there, looking stunned. As soon as they saw Harry though, they went silent.

    "Uh...what's going on?" Harry asked, fiddling in the doorway. Seamus and Dean were grinning like madmen, and Hermione looked chagrined.
     "Harry," she complained, " how come you didn't tell us you were gay?"

Harry choked on nothing.
    "W-what?! I'm not!! Who told you that?!"
    "We did," Seamus said, curling his arm around Deans shoulders. Dean smiled wickedly and began to chant: "one of us! One of us!"

    "No, stop! You don't know what you're talking about. I'm not gay! What makes you say that anyways?" Harry demanded.
Seamus snickered.
    "Oh I don't know, maybe you literally riding on the back of Draco Malfoy to your class?"

Harry felt his cheeks burn. "What?? How...how do you know that!?"
Dean smiled.
    "We saw you. Me and Seamus were in the middle of a make out session in the room of requirements-"
Harry grimaced.
    "I did not need to know that."

    "-And we saw you guys as we were walking back to the dorms," Dean went on.

Harry shifted under Hermione's glare.
    "What?"

Hermione took a deep breath, then exploded.
    "I don't know what that slimy creature has done to you, Harry, but I will find out. I bet it was a love potion! I'll go talk to Professor Slughorn immediately-"

    "Hermione! Calm down. It...wasn't a love potion. I was in my right mind."

Hermione opened, then closed her mouth.
    "No, you certainly weren't. If you were, you wouldn't be friends, let alone lovers, with Malfoy!"

The words cut into Harry's heart, and he felt his eyes burn with angry tears.
    "First off, Draco's not my "lover", and second, I can love who I want. He's changed, Mione."
Hermione shook her head.
    "Don't," she snapped, "Don't call me that. And don't justify his wrong doings! He's a death eater, he's tormented all of us for years, and you just expect me to be ok with this?"

    "No! But I hoped at least you'd respect my decisions!" Harry shouted, tears finally escaping at his eyes.

Hermione just stared at him with cold eyes.
    "I can't. I just can't, Harry. Not this time."

Then she pivoted on her feet, and ran out of the dormitory.

Harry collapsed onto the sofa, feeling exhausted and sad. He didn't expect it to go like that. Of course, he expected to sit her down and gently explain he was in love with Malfoy. He wasn't planning on Dean and Seamus telling her that he was... something. Speaking of which...

Dena shuffled over and awkwardly patted his shoulder.
    "I'm sorry mate. That didn't go well, but don't worry, she'll come around."

Harry flinched away.
    "How could you?" Harry snarled, coldly. Seamus wrapped his arms around Deans shoulders.
    "Hey, don't blame Dean, it was my idea. We didn't mean to expose you Harry, we were just excited for you. Not to mention that Dean still owes me money..."

Harry glared up at them.
    "You placed bets on whether I was... gay or not?!"

Seamus flinched.
    "It was only a bit of fun Harry..."
    "Well I don't find it funny," Harry growled, launching himself from the seat.
    "And for your information, you were both wrong. I'm not gay."

Dean raised an eyebrow.
    "Then what do you call loving Malfoy?"
Harry flushed.
    "I don't know. I thought I really loved Ginny, but now I don't think so."

Seamus shrugged.
    "Well, do you find yourself attracted to personality? I'd say obviously not since you like Malfoy..."

Harry glared. "So...?"

"You're bi," Dean said.

    "The bi who lived!!" Seamus exclaimed, nudging Dean with his shoulder, causing them to crack up.

Harry had enough. He left the room without another glance at them. He needed fresh air.

He couldn't believe that they outed him. Especially considering that they were both gay themselves...

Harry found himself wandering around the library, with nothing to do. He also didn't like that the only thing he could think of was a certain blond haired boy...
Harry let out a frustrated sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. He hated this feeling, whatever it was. Longing? Desire? ...love?

Hardy didn't want to know. He let out a deep breath and tried to think of something else. Anything else.
    "I wonder when Draco's going to tell me why he had a panic attack l? I mean... he did promise me," Harry thought.
    "Poor Draco. So much goes on in his life that no one knows... like anyone, I suppose. I mean, no one knows I have depression."

Harry felt a stone drop to the pit of his stomach. This subject was worst than the last. All of a sudden, Harry began searching the shelves. When he finally found what he was looking for, he left with a small gold book tucked under his arm, and a happy smile on his face.

When he arrived at his dormitory, he was relieved to find it was empty, so he snuck up to his room without delay. There, on his bed, sat a fluffy gray owl with beady eyes. In its gnarled talon it clamped a note, to Harry's delight was written in familiar handwriting. He snatched it out of the birds grasp, and shooed it through the window, before collapsing onto his bed with his prize.

Scarhead-
Let's talk. 6pm, Tuesday. Room of Requirement. You better be there.
-DLM

And when Harry fell asleep that night, dreaming of tomorrow, he couldn't have been happier.