Chapter 3
Draco's POV:
Draco woke up from his prolonged nap and had no idea where he was. This was not his dormitory or the bathroom he often woke up in after a...blood bath, he, again, didn't like to think about that. This wasn't even the room that he now remembered finding on the 7th floor merlin knows how long ago. Or maybe it was, he definitely saw the bottle he drank out of lying on the brick red carpet, no, not brick red, Gryffindor red. He fake retched. What was he going on about again, he really couldn't pay attention to one thing. Draco sat and thought for a second. Right, where the actual fuck was he? He started walking around the room. The Gryffindor red carpet (retch) was soft and warm under his feet, like he imagined what butter beer would feel like as a rug. Huh, there was a person in the corner, wait, THERE'S A FUCKING PERSON IN THE CORNER? Nope not today, Draco was not going to be in the obituaries in tomorrows morning prophet, absolutely not, he wanted to die on his own terms, or in bed at least. Automatically he was rummaging in his pockets, feeling around for the wooden stick that could do virtually anything. Shit, he left it in the bathroom. He internally kicked himself.
"Who go's there?" Draco said in a slightly quavering voice.
"I should be asking you the same thing," a hoarse voice responded.
Draco recognized that voice, he couldn't quite place it though. The mystery person stepped into the light, wand up. Realization hit him like a slap in the face.
"Potter. What in the name of merlin are you doing here?"
"Looking for you, you prat. Neville said you were in a bathroom asking for me. When you weren't there I made it my life's goal to beat your arse."
Draco backed up several paces.
"I am surprised you found me with your inability to even find the bathroom I was in. You had a good minute before I left."
This was a lie, but it sounded good.
"You weren't on the m- I mean, your friends didn't know where you were and the room of requirement seemed like a place you'd go," Potter corrected as he blushed, but Draco didn't mind the this.
"The room of what?"
"Requirement. You dumbass," Potter insulted.
"Little bitch," Draco muttered, under his breath. Potter must have eagle ears or some shit though because he said,
"You're wandless, I see, we'll do this the muggle way though."
"Putain de mère," Draco said, louder than intended.
Potter paused.
"Excuse me?" He was, yet again, slightly blushing. "What'd you say?"
"Putain de mère?"
"What is that, French?" His bronze skin was now red and he had crossed his legs like he was holding in pee.
"Oui?"
Since when did you speak French?"
"I was raised with it spoken in the house." It was still spoken in the house. "I didn't know English until I was around six."
"Huh," Potter said, his wand had long since fallen by his side.
Harry's POV:
He was surprised to say the least to know that hearing DRACO MALFOY swear in French would cause him to have a fucking erection. He wasn't just shocked, he was repulsed. He had acknowledged that Malfoy had always been an attractive man, but he never thought he would be sexually attracted to him. No. No Harry was not attracted to him, he wasn't a fag. He needed to hide this, with that boggart that was definitely an attention seeking ruse, but if it wasn't Malfoy might see Harry's hard on and shove him on the ground, shoving his tongue in Harry's mouth. That might be nice a small voice in his head said. No, he must push those thoughts down.
"So, was that boggart a lie, or are you a cock sucker for me?" Harry said as he crossed his legs.
No response.
"Are you looking for attention or do you want to suck my cock?" Harry said, slightly louder.
Malfoy's pale skin turned scarlet but his lips stayed firmly shut.
Harry was pissed now,
"ARE YOU FUCKING DEAF?!" He screamed, "ARE YOU A LIAR OR A FAG?!"
This got Harry a reaction. Malfoy's eyes widened and tears started falling down his snow-white skin. He covered his face and his breathing got faster.
Okay, Harry took back what he thought before, maybe he was heartless.
Draco's POV:
"...OR A FAG?!" Potters's screams were like a punch. Before Draco could contain himself, tears sprang in his eyes. They felt like thousands of needles in his waterlines. The amount of times his father used that word was more than he could probably count. It was almost like a trigger word. He didn't know why, he was supposed to be strong. He felt like anything but.
He tried to produce a response through his tears but all came out was "nuh", whatever that meant.
"Pardon?" Potter said, but this time it was softer, kinder.
Draco swallowed, "N-no."
"No to what? Being a liar or a f- erm gay,"
Draco's head was working so fast he was surprised that Potter couldn't hear it. He didn't know if he should tell the truth or flatly lie.
"No," he repeated, this time not all chocked up.
"Answer me," Potter commanded
It baffled Draco how someone could be screaming slurs at him one second and be talking softly the next then commanding him as if he were a mere house elf. It was unsettling.
"The lying part," Draco sighed, resigned.
"Oh fuck, um alright then."
Potter was out the door, leaving Draco in the most uncomfortable silence he had ever been in.
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"He's gonna tell everyone or, or people are gonna talk about the boggart and the whole school is gonna-is gonna know I'm a- I'm a f-fag," Draco was sobbing into Pansy's lap as she stroked his long, blond, hair.
"It's ok, baby, it's ok," Pansy cooed. "Don't call yourself that."
Draco looked up into her dark brown, almost black, she stared back.
"It won't be," he sniffed.
"Yes, people may find out, because this school cannot seem to be able to shut up. Yes, you may even be bullied, jinxed, hexed, and possibly cursed. But you have me, and I'll cut off their toes, one by one."
Draco snorted.
"Is that what you think a proper reassurance is?" he asked.
"Yes," she responded, laughing
"I'll cut off your toes," Draco said as he crawled out of Pansy's bed.
"Now not even my toes are safe?" She asked in mock outrage.
"Nope,"
"Go cry yourself to sleep then," she called as Draco started walking down the spiral stairs/
"Gladly," He called back