Hey guys-
This is my first one shot so please don't judge.
TW- there is a slur and I mean to show what people say but it's awful and I hated writing that part.
I hope you support this project as much as you did Dramione.
Harry Potter was the most popular guy in the school. All the girls fell for him and all the guys wanted to be him, he was the stereotype jock. People thought that he was the literal God of the school. But Harry didn't care. He was too worried that someone would find out about his big secret. He's gay. But he couldn't tell anyone apart from his two best friends, lot Hermione Granger, the nerd of the school (she found out ages ago that he was gay) and Ron Weasley, he was popular and really good at advice and helping people with their problems. Hermione already knew and so did Ron, but he told them anyway. But he still kept his feelings inside and even dated a few girls, it's what he would thought his parents would have wanted, he wouldn't know for sure though, his parents were dead.
There was this guy, the first he had ever had feelings for. His name was Draco Malfoy, the resident bad boy of the school, equal amounts of girls fell for them both. The school had nicknamed him the bad boy of the school. He wore leather and rode his motorcycle to school every day. He only did assignments that he thought were interesting and would talk back to the teachers if he didn't like what they were saying. There was no other word for it, Harry thought that he was cool. With his stark blonde hair tied in a man bun, tattoos and leather, this combination made Harry swoon. Which is way no one was happier than Harry Potter to find Draco Malfoy already in his secrecy abandoned art balcony when he skipped class on Monday morning.
Harry walked behind him and learnt his forearms onto the ledge. Draco didn't seem to take notice of him, blowing out cigarette smoke, circling his mouth quite intoxicatingly, Harry thought to himself. there was silence and then Draco's silky smooth voice cuts through it.
"My,my,my has the resident God of the school gone bad?"
Harry swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing in the sunlight. He felt like he needed to rant.
"I need to get away from sometimes from everything. Life gets pretty overwhelming."
Draco nods understandingly. He speaks again.
"Expectations of what you need to be must get pretty exhausting."
Harry turns away
"I hate every expectation of me"
He whispers lowly with such a passion that Draco looks at him for the first time.
"What's the worst expectation you have?"
"That I have to be perfect and have a girlfriend"
Draco snorts and says,
"Mine too"
With a hint of humour in his eyes. Harry couldn't help himself.
"What's your reason?"
"I'm gay"
Silence envelopes the two of them and Harry feels his cheeks starting to burn. Finally someone will understand. He looks over shyly. Draco seems uninterested but ready to be called a faggot or something. Something nasty curdled in Harry's gut
"Well,well,well, it appears that I have rendered the saviour of the school speechless"
Harry wants to pinch himself, is the guy he likes into guys?
"Really?"
Draco looks at his Doc Martins,
His voice coming out in measured tones.
"If you are going to say something hurtful or hit me, just do it now, I'd rather get it over and done with.
Harry feels mortified, he didn't mean for the conversation to go this way at way.
"No, no, no, no I just"
"What?"
Draco seems annoyed with whatever stupid shit he thinks is going to come out of Harry's mouth. He needs to fix this. Time to make the leap.
"I'm gay too"
The silence stretch's on and Harry has to do something to break the silence. He jokes,
"It's appears that I have rendered the bad boy of the school speechless."
Draco laughs and Harry thinks it the best thing he has heard.
"Shut up wonder boy"
All of a sudden Draco moves really close to him and he can smell him and feel his breathe and he smells AMAZING and Harry doesn't know. What. His brain is currently shutting down. Draco smirks,
"I love a challenge"
Then snubs out his cigarette butt into the dirt of the pot plant nearby then swiftly leaves. Harry is left gaping like a fish.
