Harry stared at his reflection in the mirror. He stared harder. He took off his glasses for a better vision of his reflection.
"No," he thought. “I can’t be. I can’t be … gay?"
He looked away. He had seen enough. Memories from the day before returned to him. He thought about Draco, who was still in the Hospital Wing. He had looked so innocent when he had visited him. This thought made Harry smile. Draco Malfoy suddenly makes him smile!? What was wrong?? This was … perversion. Yes, perversion seemed the only fitting word to describe this situation. Harry cast one last glance into the mirror. He wanted to smash it. He hated himself and these thoughts he had been having lately. He wanted it all to stop.
Carefully he met his reflection’s eyes. “I’m gay,” he said, then waited few seconds. He was surprised at how easy it was to say it. Gay.
“I am gay,” he repeated, smiling, “Yes, I guess I am … sort of … gay, then. Ok, that little confession never has to leave this lavatory. In fact, I think it’s safest if it never ever leaves my head again. And now I am talking to myself… the first sign that I am losing my mind.”
Suddenly the door opened to reveal Dean Thomas. Harry jumped and backed away from the mirror.
“Oh, hey Harry.” Dean greeted.
“No, I was just leaving!” Harry blurted out and rushed out through the door. Sadly he failed to hear the hysteria in his own voice as he was too busy getting as far from the male population of Hogwarts as possible.
Without thinking about it, his body had led him to the Hospital Wing. Harry stopped outside. Should he go in? He could see Draco from where he was standing, lying on his bed. Was he sleeping?
Carefully Harry walked inside. Madame Pomfrey was nowhere to be seen. He slowly walked over to Draco’s bed. Suddenly Draco turned his head in Harry’s direction.
“Harry?” He asked wearily. By the use of his first name Harry stopped.
“What?” Draco asked, sitting up.
“You just called me Harry. You never call me that.” Harry said.
“Well, can’t a man change?” Draco asked testily. Harry decided to shrug it off and change the subject. He sat down next to Draco on the bed.
“How’s your head?” Harry asked.
“It hurts … less.” Draco added in afterthought.
“Good. So, you’ll be back on the pitch next week?”
“I think so.”
“If you want to, we can train together. You know, I can show you some moves.” Harry suggested, feeling rather guilty about Draco’s condition.
“Oh, any tricks with your broom that you would like to share?” Draco asked.
“Perhaps. I mean, I can help you control your broom and such.” Harry said.
Draco smirked, “Yes, perhaps I do need a few private lessons with Harry Potter about how to steer by broom.”
Harry raised an eyebrow, “We are talking about Quidditch now, aren’t we?”
“I know I am.” Draco looked mischievously at his enemy.
“Good, but for your information, my broom doesn’t sweep in that direction, Malfoy!” Harry lied, not ready to come out just yet.
“I bet it doesn’t.” Draco sniggered. Harry decided not to answer that. He met Draco’s cold eyes of steal but quickly looked away again. Just by being around him made him feel different. Like something had changed. Had it?
The silence between them seemed to annoy Draco, “Well, you should probably be on your way. Don’t you have a … class or something?”
Harry looked up, thinking. “Yes, I s’pose…”
“Off with you, then!” the Slytherin motioned to the door. Harry hesitated. He didn’t really want to leave.
Draco sighed, “Well, you better make yourself scarce before Madame Pomfrey gets back. She’s not very fond of visitors.”
“You’re right.” Harry let out a forced chuckle. “So, you’ll be ok, then?”
Draco quickly returned to his old self, adopting a smug look. “Of course I will! I have a minor concussion, I haven’t had a bloody lobotomy!” he snapped.
Harry let out a sigh. Suddenly everything was back to the way it used to be, which was sort of good. At least now he knew what to expect.
“Do you ever change, Malfoy?”
This brought a malicious grin onto Draco’s lips. “Do you want me to?”
Harry didn’t reply him. He didn’t even look at him. It was easier that way. At that very moment Harry decided not to visit Draco in the Hospital Wing anymore. In fact, he was going to stay away from him completely, because it was the easiest way out. It wasn’t as confusing.
As he left the Hospital Wing in silence, something came over the young Slytherin. His grin faded and left was a new feeling, slowly eating away at him…
A/N: Yes, yes, I am well aware of the LONG wait, only to update an extremely short chapter. I feel your pain, dear readers. I'll try to finish this story now. Ten chapters in total. I'll try to update again this evening. Sorry for the crappy chapter. Forgive me! Please read and review! ~ Sam M