Harrynoddedagain.
Hermionesmiled.“Sohowwelldoeshekiss?”
AgainHarrybnhed.“Hermione!”
“Answerthequestion.”
Harryrolledhiseyes.“Reallywell.”
“BetterthanCho?”
“Yes…”
“Wouldyoudoitagain?”
“…Yes…”
Inanalmosthildishnature,HermionepokedHarry’sshoulderandsaidinasing-songvoie.“IknowwhoHarryli-ikes.”
“AndI,forone,amgoingtofetIjustheardthisoion,”anaristoratidrawlspokefrombehindthem.
Harrypaled,realizingthatDraohadbeenstandingthereforwhoknewhowlong.
Chapter18:LeavingEgypt
Draowasn’tsurprisedwhenHarrydidn’tfollowhimintotheirrooms.OhMerlin,theirrooms.Sinewhenhaditbeome“their”roomsinsteadof“his”rooms?Draosighed,runninghisfingersthroughstilldamphair.“ProbablyonthesamedayIfellontopofhim,”hemutteredintothestillroomandthenpaused.“Sazar,thatsoundedsowrong.”
Draoforedhimselftogothroughtheroutineofgettingreadyforsleep,aproessthattookhourssinehewassopartiur(therealreasonwhyhemadesuretogetallthehomeworkhewoulddoforadaydonebeforesupper),beforerealizingthatMedusawouldhavelosedtheportraitbynow,whihmeantHarrystillouldn’tgetin.AndtherewouldbenowayheouldgetinuntilDraotoldMedusatoopenit.
“Ohwell.Hisfault.”Draoshruggednonommittallyevenasheontraditedhimselfbygettingoutofbedandsittingdownontheouhwiththeomforter,whihhehaduneremoniouslypulledoffofhisbed,towaitforHarrytobangontheportraitagain.Withintenminuteshowever,hewassoundasleep.
Harrybrooded,sittingupontheendofRon’sbed,ashiswasurrentlyafewfloorsdowninthedungeons.
“Harry,I’vegottosaythatbroodingaboutitwon’tmakethesituationgoaway,mate,”Ronfinallysaidwiththeairofoneresignedforalongargument.
Harrylookedpointedlyathim.“Ron,ifDraoMalfoyhadjustfoundoutthatyoulikedhim,whatwouldyoudo?”
“IwouldkeeloverughingbeauseI’mnotgay,”wasthestoireply.