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Chapter 12

Hello There, Sexy Buns

"Tell me that it felt…" his voice trailed off.

"Real?" Harry finished Draco's sentence.

Draco merely shrugged as he silently shut the door behind him. Harry didn't even bother going after him as he remained lying on the bed, hushed and motionless. Whatever had happened seconds before resulted in this confusing situation. Maybe if the both of them made a pact to never speak of it again…

No, Harry shook his head and sighed. No, that wouldn't work. What he needed the most now were his friends. But they seemed to be busy these days. Ron was always off with Karina, and Hermione busied herself with other activities. Come to think of it, she wasn't being herself lately. Harry made a mental note to look more into that. But as of now, he couldn't even move much less think.

Was he really homosexual?

Oh, Merlin, no.

Was he bisexual?

No. Boys don't catch his attention.

Was he Draco-sexual?

Er…

"Fuck it…" he muttered, pushing himself up from the bed. He decided to go think it over a container of Chocolate Frogs.

Hermione and Ron walked side-by-side down a street of Muggle shops. Ron had the sudden urge to go shopping for something.

"Something girly," was his vague description of what he wanted.

"Trying to compete with Harry and Draco, are you?" Hermione teased.

Ron looked slighted, "I promise to you, Hermione. I'm not gay nor will I even pretend to be gay." He shuddered. "Especially with Malfoy. I don't know how Harry does it."

Hermione shrugged and concealed a small smile as she spotted a trendy shop through the corner of her eye. "How about there, Ron? Girly enough for you?"

"Not for me. For Karina."

Hermione felt a pang of annoyance. There was that name again. Karina. Even though Hermione had to admit, the girl was quite nice; Karina was really starting to rub off on her the wrong way.

"I wonder what she'll like," Ron continued on happily as he walked into the store.

"A good kick in the arse," Hermione muttered under her breath, following him in.

"What?"

"Nothing."

Ron was a terrible shopper. He picked up random things and examined them with much consideration as if he were actually thinking about buying them.

Pink fuzzy knickers, for example.

"Oh Ron, honestly—" Hermione let out an exasperated sigh.

"They look comfortable!" Ron insisted. "And they're pink. Girls like pink, right?"

Hermione snatched the knickers away from him and glared. "Something a bit more romantic than perverted, perhaps?" She glanced around for a while when suddenly something caught her eye on the jewelry stand. It was a silver ring that glistened whenever it caught the light. Its simplicity made it beautiful and she couldn't take her eyes off it.

Ron followed her gaze and his eyes settled on the ring, "You like that?"

"No," Hermione replied briskly, tearing her eyes away from it. "Oh, how about that," she pointed at a thin gold chain. "It's better than that thing she wears around her neck. She can slip her purple jewel on it too."

"Yeah," Ron murmured, picking it up and examining it. "I'mma get it."

"What? Now?" Hermione sputtered. "When you're shopping for a girl, you can't just buy the first thing you pick up!"

"You just said it was nice!" Ron said. "And the first thing I picked up was that pointy metal bra—"

Hermione rubbed her temples and groaned, "Whatever. Just buy the damn thing."

Ron looked at Hermione through the corner of his eye as he made his purchase. Hermione had been quite irritable lately, especially the times when he would bring up Karina. Maybe Hermione was just angry that she was losing the bet. That had to be it. Because if it weren't for that stupid bet, Ron would actually think that Hermione was…

Jealous?

"Done?" she asked.

"Yeah," Ron held up the small plastic bag. "Are we done for the day?"

"I don't know. I'm the one who got dragged to help you with girly shopping—"

"Let's go get a drink, Hermione."

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him, "Ronald! Didn't you learn your lesson from last time?"

Ron grinned and took her arm, "We'll go to a Muggle bar. I don't think the Prophet would be trailing me there. Besides, they'll only want my pictures if I'm with Malfoy. And we all know that he wouldn't be caught dead at a Muggle bar."

"You sure?" Hermione asked tentatively.

Ron sighed, "Trust me. Seeing Malfoy at a Muggle bar is like seeing Harry at a gay bar. There's no possibility of either of those things happening."

Harry found himself sitting at a gay bar in the midst of flaming homosexual men. He had decided to set out and look for Draco and for some reason, he wound up at a place called The Banana. He didn't know why he'd thought Draco would be at a place like this. He wasn't even gay. Neither of them were… of course.

"Hello there, sexy buns," a voice cooed into Harry's ear. Harry whipped around and found himself face to face with an incredibly gay-looking man.

"Er, hi," Harry managed to say.

The man slipped on the stool right next to Harry, "So what brings you to this neck of the woods? It's good to see you have the balls to come here…" he added that last part with a bit of a giggle.

"Oh, um… well, you see…"

"Looking for some action, big boy?"

Harry looked shocked, "No! I—"

"Don't fight it," the man leaned forward seductively. "I know you're gay… or else you wouldn't be here…"

"N-no, you're wrong… I… I… JUST BECAUSE MALFOY AND I KISS ALL THE TIME DOESN'T MAKE ME GAY!" with that, he stormed dramatically out of the bar, leaving a very confused gay man behind.

"Lucky Malfoy," the man muttered before making a move on another guy.

Harry stood just outside the bar feeling very frustrated with himself. Why did he make such a scene in there? He could've just easily blown off that guy and walked away calmly, but nooo… he just had to bring Malfoy up again.

Stupid blonde ferret. Always messing up everything…

He made up his mind to go home and to just wait for Draco there. But before he could start walking, his cell phone rang.

"Harry?" came Hermione's fretful voice on the other line. "You have to come— Right now— Oh, Harry it's bad—"

"It's great, mate!" Ron apparently had grabbed the phone from Hermione. "Friggin' funny—"

"Don't listen to him!" Hermione had snatched the phone back. "It's Draco. He's drunk and out of control. Come to the Muggle bar called Oasis!"

Harry heard Draco's familiar voice in the background, "Don't touch me! DON'T YOU TOUCH ME! No! Only Potter can touch me there!"

"Funny, ain't it?" came Ron's amused voice.

Click.

"Draco discovered a new Muggle drink," Hermione informed Harry as soon as he stepped in.

"And what drink would that be?" Harry asked glumly.

"Vodka."

Ron had come up behind them and rested his arm on Harry's shoulder, "Your boyfriend is extremely hammered."

"Thank God he's calmed down now," Hermione rubbed her hands together nervously. "He's not dancing on top of the tables anymore."

Harry shot his friends an uneasy look, "Where is he?"

Ron jerked his head in one direction, "Over there. It's not a pretty sight…"

"I'll take my chances," Harry muttered and walked towards a table near the back of the club. Indeed, there was a very drunk Draco sitting amidst a group of giggling women who were fawning over him.

"It's an interesting name you have, Draco," a busty redhead simpered. "What language is it in?"

"Sexy language," Draco mumbled with a lazy smile on his face.

The women giggled again, "And he's got a sense of humor too!"

For some reason, Harry felt sick to his stomach as he watched Draco and his throng of easy women. He wanted nothing more than to just take Draco out of there and drag his drunken ass home.

"Malfoy," Harry said firmly.

Draco shifted his eyes in Harry's direction, "Potter!" he slurred. "Surprise seeing… you…hiccup… here… tis a hiccup Muggle bar!"

"Fancy that," Harry mumbled.

"Draco, honey. What's a Muggle?" the busty redhead asked.

"A term for… hiccup non-magic—" Harry dove forward and tightly clamped a hand over Draco's mouth before he could speak further.

"Malfoy, you stupid idiotic—" Harry muttered through clenched teeth.

Draco smiled lazily and slumped forward, "I luff' being… wiff yooou…" he staggered to his feet and bent over to snuggle against Harry's neck, "… Potter."

The women gaped at the spectacle before them, "You're gay?"

"No!" Harry snapped. "We're not gay! Malfoy, get the hell off me!"

Draco smirked against Harry's neck, "Kiss… let's…" he wrapped his arms around the brunette's waist and began suckling on the sensitive part of Harry's collarbone.

"N-no, get off!" Harry whispered harshly in Draco's ear. "We don't have to practice in front of Muggles! They don't know a thing about our wizarding world scandals!"

Draco drew himself up to full height, standing about an inch taller than Harry, "I'm not practicing…"

Harry stared at him wide-eyed. Was Draco telling the truth? He was just about to ask what Draco meant before the blonde smiled stupidly and collapsed in a drunken heap in Harry's arms. The raven-haired boy turned a deep red and felt like kicking himself for thinking foolish thoughts. Draco wasn't even in his right mind when he said that. He was just a raving drunk lunatic without a single thought in his brain.

Harry was about to drag Draco out of the bar when the busty redhead spoke up.

"You know… people tend to say the truth when they're drunk."

Harry looked at her as she grinned back knowingly. He gave her a hopeless smile and walked away.