[fic] Harry Potter, Fun With Closets
Title: Fun With Closets
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry/Draco
Request: Already filled request of a Coming out fic by lizzypaul
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Harry and Draco come out of the closet, both figuratively and literally
Warnings: Slash.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine
Their situation presented many dangers. All the life-threatening ones were surpassed in Harry Potter’s mind, by the fact that they could be seen like this. Never mind that they could be locked in this closet for who knows how long. He groaned, the other rubbing against him in teasing response.
“Bugger.”
“We could.”
“Oh, shut it, Draco.”
Draco shook his head in amusement. So they’d miss a couple of classes. No big loss. Harry’s company, no matter how distraught (which he wasn’t really, just a little shocked) was far more appealing than any class could be.
When he’d seen the Weasley twins spell the cupboard, he had thought it might be funny to see what would happen if he shoved the Gryffindor inside. He didn’t expect to be pulled in with his secret lover. However, he didn’t think it would be this simplistic. Weren’t they renowned pranksters after all? Surely they’d had something extravagant planned. A little originality, please!
The door was opened surprisingly easily from the outside, causing both boys to wince at the sudden light. There were gasps all around the Transfiguration classroom. Harry groaned, wanting to die as Professor McGonagall stepped into view. Brandishing her wand, she spluttered.
“Explain yourselves.” She seemed agitated about something, though Harry couldn’t tell what.
At lunchtime, Fred and George had announced their latest prank. Somewhere in the castle (“Well, the Transfiguration classroom to be precise.”), was a cupboard enchanted with a very mild love spell (“Nothing illegal, professors!”). Nothing serious. It was simply an amusing joke. If entered by two people, the cupboard would ascertain how deeply in love those two people were, and depending on that attraction would behave in a variety of manners. For no attraction, it would spit them out. For a little, it would let them remain. For fully-fledged (as far as teenagers believed) love, it would lock them inside, undisturbed for an indefinite amount of time. The professors looked horrified. Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled in amusement.
Having given the information to tease the student population, it took no one by surprise when a Ravenclaw rushed into the Great Hall a half-hour later, screaming “There’s someone in the closet!” The mad scramble for best spot in the Transfiguration classroom was on.
Fred and George appeared in the back of the classroom, not wanting to miss who would receive fifteen minutes of fame. The familiar black, ruffled hair froze them. Oh no, anyone but Harry. Upon recognising the blonde, they cringed. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy had just come out of the closet, both figuratively and literally (which, to tell the truth, had partly been their intention). But the time to say “You just came out of the closet!” passed unclaimed. The amusement value just wasn’t worth the pain these two could inflict.
The full situation hit him like a freight train. He had just come out of a closet in front of his friends. With Draco Malfoy, secret lover. A closet he’d been trapped in. Where Draco had mussed his hair up and kissed him quite thoroughly. He wanted to die. He must’ve muttered something along those lines, because Draco smashed his lips to Harry’s confirming the twin’s successful prank. Professor McGonagall’s classroom broke into chaos. Harry groaned again, exasperated at the blonde beside him.
“What? We just came out of the closet. I wanted to celebrate.”
Hermione had to grin at the monotonous “Yes, Ron.” That was repeated over and over by the embarrased Harry as his best friend confirmed the gruesome fact that Harry was in love with Draco Malfoy. He had argued the ‘in love with’ part, but relented to everyone when Hermione explained the twin’s prank. They had intellegently scuttled off somewhere out of Harry’s reach.
He had expected the explaining to the disbelieving Ron. He wasn’t sure what he had expected with the rest. Hermione was a godsend, calming the people around him. The girls were rather accepting of him. The boys sighed, Gryffindorish nature keeping them on Harry’s side. Though not understanding the why, understanding the what came easily and forsaking him was ridiculous. Harry had no idea what the rest of the school thought.
There was a knock on the Fat Lady portrait, and twitterings as she was opened by an unsuspecting third-year Gryffindor. Revealed was one Slytherin Ice Prince, standing outside the door, looking positively stunning. Harry groaned.
“Come out with me?” A few people chuckled while Harry glared murderously at Draco.
“You know, it’s not his fault.” Hermione whispered for Harry’s ears only. He turned incredulous eyes to her, shocked she’d be on the blonde’s side. Hermione gave him a knowing smile.
“If you care about him, go with him. It must be hard for a snake to appear in a lion’s den.”
“He could’ve found me somewhere else.” He muttered. Hermione’s sharp look chastised him.
“You’ve been in Gryffindor Tower for some time, Harry. I don’t think he could.”
So, with her encouragement, and a sigh, Harry dragged himself over to Draco, who shut the portrait door behind them.
They walked in silence, Draco minding Harry’s volatile nature. Tentatively he clasped a hand with the other boy, and smiled when he was not pushed away.
“You know, aside from the teasing and laughing, they’ve taken it quite well.”Harry said nothing, had no response from his tumultuous emotions. Draco froze suddenly.
“Harry.” He stopped, surprised by the desperation in Draco’s tone. He turned to find Draco looking worried. “It’s not a bad thing, you know. It’s not the end of the world that they know.” He appeared pensive for a moment. Then shook his head sadly. “If it was my father that found out, then it would be the end of the world.”
Throwing all thought from his mind he encased Draco in a bone-crunching hug, crushing the lithe boy.
“I love you.” The wide eyes staring up at him looked comical, but he made no sound. Recovering, Draco snuggled in deeper, pleased that Harry wasn’t ignoring everything that had happened. He got embarrased far too easily. Draco smiled at Harry’s admittance to the both of them, knew what it had taken for the other boy to admit that. It was a pleasure to finally utter the words that had plagued him for some time now.
“You know, Harry. I think I love you too.”
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry/Draco
Request: Already filled request of a Coming out fic by lizzypaul
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Harry and Draco come out of the closet, both figuratively and literally
Warnings: Slash.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine
Their situation presented many dangers. All the life-threatening ones were surpassed in Harry Potter’s mind, by the fact that they could be seen like this. Never mind that they could be locked in this closet for who knows how long. He groaned, the other rubbing against him in teasing response.
“Bugger.”
“We could.”
“Oh, shut it, Draco.”
Draco shook his head in amusement. So they’d miss a couple of classes. No big loss. Harry’s company, no matter how distraught (which he wasn’t really, just a little shocked) was far more appealing than any class could be.
When he’d seen the Weasley twins spell the cupboard, he had thought it might be funny to see what would happen if he shoved the Gryffindor inside. He didn’t expect to be pulled in with his secret lover. However, he didn’t think it would be this simplistic. Weren’t they renowned pranksters after all? Surely they’d had something extravagant planned. A little originality, please!
The door was opened surprisingly easily from the outside, causing both boys to wince at the sudden light. There were gasps all around the Transfiguration classroom. Harry groaned, wanting to die as Professor McGonagall stepped into view. Brandishing her wand, she spluttered.
“Explain yourselves.” She seemed agitated about something, though Harry couldn’t tell what.
At lunchtime, Fred and George had announced their latest prank. Somewhere in the castle (“Well, the Transfiguration classroom to be precise.”), was a cupboard enchanted with a very mild love spell (“Nothing illegal, professors!”). Nothing serious. It was simply an amusing joke. If entered by two people, the cupboard would ascertain how deeply in love those two people were, and depending on that attraction would behave in a variety of manners. For no attraction, it would spit them out. For a little, it would let them remain. For fully-fledged (as far as teenagers believed) love, it would lock them inside, undisturbed for an indefinite amount of time. The professors looked horrified. Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled in amusement.
Having given the information to tease the student population, it took no one by surprise when a Ravenclaw rushed into the Great Hall a half-hour later, screaming “There’s someone in the closet!” The mad scramble for best spot in the Transfiguration classroom was on.
Fred and George appeared in the back of the classroom, not wanting to miss who would receive fifteen minutes of fame. The familiar black, ruffled hair froze them. Oh no, anyone but Harry. Upon recognising the blonde, they cringed. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy had just come out of the closet, both figuratively and literally (which, to tell the truth, had partly been their intention). But the time to say “You just came out of the closet!” passed unclaimed. The amusement value just wasn’t worth the pain these two could inflict.
The full situation hit him like a freight train. He had just come out of a closet in front of his friends. With Draco Malfoy, secret lover. A closet he’d been trapped in. Where Draco had mussed his hair up and kissed him quite thoroughly. He wanted to die. He must’ve muttered something along those lines, because Draco smashed his lips to Harry’s confirming the twin’s successful prank. Professor McGonagall’s classroom broke into chaos. Harry groaned again, exasperated at the blonde beside him.
“What? We just came out of the closet. I wanted to celebrate.”
Hermione had to grin at the monotonous “Yes, Ron.” That was repeated over and over by the embarrased Harry as his best friend confirmed the gruesome fact that Harry was in love with Draco Malfoy. He had argued the ‘in love with’ part, but relented to everyone when Hermione explained the twin’s prank. They had intellegently scuttled off somewhere out of Harry’s reach.
He had expected the explaining to the disbelieving Ron. He wasn’t sure what he had expected with the rest. Hermione was a godsend, calming the people around him. The girls were rather accepting of him. The boys sighed, Gryffindorish nature keeping them on Harry’s side. Though not understanding the why, understanding the what came easily and forsaking him was ridiculous. Harry had no idea what the rest of the school thought.
There was a knock on the Fat Lady portrait, and twitterings as she was opened by an unsuspecting third-year Gryffindor. Revealed was one Slytherin Ice Prince, standing outside the door, looking positively stunning. Harry groaned.
“Come out with me?” A few people chuckled while Harry glared murderously at Draco.
“You know, it’s not his fault.” Hermione whispered for Harry’s ears only. He turned incredulous eyes to her, shocked she’d be on the blonde’s side. Hermione gave him a knowing smile.
“If you care about him, go with him. It must be hard for a snake to appear in a lion’s den.”
“He could’ve found me somewhere else.” He muttered. Hermione’s sharp look chastised him.
“You’ve been in Gryffindor Tower for some time, Harry. I don’t think he could.”
So, with her encouragement, and a sigh, Harry dragged himself over to Draco, who shut the portrait door behind them.
They walked in silence, Draco minding Harry’s volatile nature. Tentatively he clasped a hand with the other boy, and smiled when he was not pushed away.
“You know, aside from the teasing and laughing, they’ve taken it quite well.”Harry said nothing, had no response from his tumultuous emotions. Draco froze suddenly.
“Harry.” He stopped, surprised by the desperation in Draco’s tone. He turned to find Draco looking worried. “It’s not a bad thing, you know. It’s not the end of the world that they know.” He appeared pensive for a moment. Then shook his head sadly. “If it was my father that found out, then it would be the end of the world.”
Throwing all thought from his mind he encased Draco in a bone-crunching hug, crushing the lithe boy.
“I love you.” The wide eyes staring up at him looked comical, but he made no sound. Recovering, Draco snuggled in deeper, pleased that Harry wasn’t ignoring everything that had happened. He got embarrased far too easily. Draco smiled at Harry’s admittance to the both of them, knew what it had taken for the other boy to admit that. It was a pleasure to finally utter the words that had plagued him for some time now.
“You know, Harry. I think I love you too.”