“I’m not joking.” Harry tries to sound firm and convincing, but he’s not sure how to convince someone you’re gay. He didn’t know what to expect, but he thought Draco would believe him at least. The way he’s acting has Harry doubting himself. “Why won’t you believe me?” “Because I don’t want to believe you,” Draco says. He sounds resigned. “For your sake, rather than mine.” “Thanks, Malfoy.” Harry sits back on the sofa, rolling his eyes. “You’re really reassuring. So glad I came to you. Remind me to give you a call next time someone dies, or when someone runs over my Crup.” “You don’t have a Crup.” “I’m considering it.” Harry looks away from Draco, his jaw set. “Go on, then. Ask me whatever you want. You’ve clearly got a Snidget in your shoe about something.” “Getting aroused when somebody kisses you—particularly somebody who’s as good at it as me—doesn’t make you gay.” Draco sits down again, staring at Harry with suspicion. “That’s just biology.” Harry sorts with laughter. “Wow. You really do love yourself, don’t you?” “It’s important,” Draco snaps. “You can’t just hump a wizard against a wall and then decide you’re gay.” “First, I didn’t hump you against a wall.” Harry shakes his head, muttering dickhead under his breath. “Second, get over yourself.”
The Beauty of Thestrals and Other Unseen Things by @writcraft
