A Lion Can Handle A Snake... Right?

Horrible Harry

"POTTER! You imbecile!" Draco screeched in an unpleasant voice.

"Sorry! I didn't think about that!"

"But- but- but-... MY HAIR!" Draco wailed.

"That would put Myrtle to shame."

"Moaning Myrtle." Draco snorted at the thought. "Took us long enough to realize what an unfortunate nickname that is."

Harry cocked his head and furrowed his eyebrows in thought. (Which Draco found absolutely adorable) Then burst with laughter to the point of tears.

"We are so immature." Harry said after gulping for air.

"Especially for twenty year olds."

"Yeah, I can't believe it took two and a half years to rebuild Hogwarts."

"I can't believe we're twenty."

"Not on the inside."

Draco laughed, but quickly sobered. "If only you took my hand in first year, we could've been friends."

Harry grinned. "But you were a slimy, evil little cockroach. And a ferret. I mean, it took a war and a cursed fire just to get us to act somewhat civil."

"True. I was a pompous, bratty, bloke wasn't I?"

"That's putting it lightly."

"Let's talk about something else!"

"Have you met the new Defense teacher?"

"Professor Trivendale? Yeah."

"She's not bad looking for a professor. She looks around our age."

Perfect opportunity. Tell him now. "Yeah, she made me question my sexuality."

"Really? I never thought. You?"

"Yes sir."

Harry smirked at Draco. "So, it never was a cold drawl. It was a gay lisp the whole time!"

"No." Draco defended.

"When'd you know?" Harry asked, fully supportive.

"Uh..." Make something up! "I... don't want to talk about it."

"Just tell me if you knew before or after Hogwarts."

"After, around first year. Why do you think my father was so cold towards me?"

"Good point."

"Please don't-"

"I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to."

"Thanks, Harry."

"No problem."

Draco nodded, then glared. "But my hair is a problem!"

"I know, it looks worse then mine! Sticking up all over the place!"

"What?! No no no!"

"I'm just kidding. So who else knows?"

"Pansy, Blaise, and my mum of course. She's the first person I told."

"Not Crabbe?"

"No, he's a blithering idiot and would let it slip. What about you Potter?" NoDracodon'tHarry'snotgonnabehappywhatdidyoujustdo?

"Straight. I think. I don't know, ask Ginny. Apparently she knows more about me."

Iwasrighthallelujah!

"Oh."

Harry turned and sat with crossed legs. Time to make Draco uncomfortable. "So, who was your first crush?"