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COMPLETEAfter Draco switches sides Dumbledore agrees to protect him from the consequences of the wrong people finding out, which looks like no one has noticed...yet. Only the damnable BoyWhoLived seems to notice that he has changed and, unnervingly, DracoRated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Drama - Harry P. & Draco M. - Chapters: 10 - Words: 34,574 - Reviews: 72 - Favs: 51 - Follows: 55 - Updated: 09-27-05 - Published: 05-17-05 - id: 2398323
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Title: Queer, Otherwise
Authors: Mary and Ghia
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: This story is set post OOTP, beware of SPOILERS!
Summary: After Draco switches sides Dumbledore agrees to protect him from the consequences of the wrong people finding out, which looks like no one has noticed...yet. Only the damnable Boy-Who-Lived seems to notice that he has changed and, unnervingly, Draco finds his eyes lingering too long on that unruly hair and those green eyes. Harry has also found himself practically licking his lips while his eyes slip over to Draco every now and then. Before they can stop themselves they both land a late night detention from the Transfiguration teacher for "not paying attention in class". Thankfully, McGonagall hadn't mentioned alloud that they had been oogling each other for her entire class. After their detention, things start to get difficult and keeping secrets is harder than ever for both young wizards.
Chapter 1 -- Paying Attention, Easier Said Than Done
Draco was uncomfortable, at best, as he made his way through Diagon Alley to the small tavern where his headmaster had agreed to meet with him. Before stepping inside the shabby excuse of a roof overhead he took a deep breath and fixed his indifferent sneer on his face for defense. After asking Dumbledore to meet with him his headmaster had given him specific directions so he would not be suspicious. Draco met the old man at the third table from the left wall in the back corner of the tavern before ducking into the shadows and taking off the hood of his cloak. As usual, the old man's eyes were glinting behind his half moon glasses and he smiling into a cup of tea.
"Ah, Draco, my boy," Dumbledore's voice was hushed so only the blond wizard could hear him. "I've been waiting for you, did your trip here cause you any trouble? You followed my directions quite well it seems." Draco shifted slightly in his seat, after all he was a Malfoy meeting a member of the Order of the Phoenix consulting his status on switching to the side of light. To most, it would be a peculiar sight.
"Yes, I followed your directions and I didn't have any trouble getting here." The blond nodded and took the liberty of drinking from the butterbeer his headmaster had ordered for him before he arrived. "So glad you agreed to meet me, Headmaster. I'm sure you have every one of your precious Phoenix members around the tavern ready to hex me into oblivion if I try anything stupid." He tried to relax, but his instant defense was to be hideously cynical. However, his remark earned him a beaming smile from the old wizard.
"My boy, your owl said everything about your intent and more, even if you didn't say it. I understand completely and we are prepared to do what it takes to welcome you to our side and protect you. You are aware of the consequences from your father and Voldemort if any of his followers were to find out?" Dumbledore's voice was hushed and serious now. His eyes were still glinting, but his smile has faded from his face. Draco almost jumped in surprise at the look he had never been given from the usually jolly old man.
"Yes, I am in complete understanding, Headmaster." Draco bowed his head as one of the barmaids came around to refill their orders.
"Good, then. Now.. School will be starting in about two weeks, yes? I will alert your head of house of your status and Professor Snape will be keeping a closer eye on you." Dumbledore's smile returned and the young blond nodded his head. "Any other questions?" The old wizard was studying Draco closely. When he shook his head the old man nodded and glanced around the room. "Well then, see you in two weeks for the start of your 6th year." The headmaster gave him a nod and Draco put a few galleons on the table for the drinks.
"See you, Headmaster.." He replied in kind and quickly got out of the tavern without drawing attention to himself.
"Mr. Malfoy." Snape was glaring down his nose at the blond youth who, in turn, jumped. He was immidiately brought back from his reverie and his eyes snapped up to look at his potions professor. "You didn't answer me three times. Answer the question on the board in essay form- and I suggest you hurry because your classmates started fifteen minutes ago." Snape turned back towards his desk and did not bother the young wizard more.
With a quick glance around the room to make sure no one was looking he smiled to himself about his memory from three weeks ago. It was now a week into his sixth year and things were smooth so far. Potter was annoying as ever with his thick, unruly black hair, black rimmed glasses that framed deep green eyes, tanned skin that was taught over muscles that had filled in more over the years and his lips that-
Wait, he thought to himself as he realised his eyes were lingering too long on the bothersom Gryffindor, WHY am I thinking about POTTER! Potter and his stupid hair.. and his tan skin.. and those muscles.. and.. and.. AUGH! I'm doing it again! Draco looked around the room to be sure no one was looking at him and earned himself a poke from his potion partner, Pansy Parkinson, who was sitting next to him. She gave him an odd look and he offered a sneer. She took out a fresh piece of parchment after handing in her essay and began to write again. When she finished what she was writing she discretely passed the note to her blond friend.
: You okay? You looked like you were either in deep thought or zoning out again... you've been zoning out a lot since the start of term. It's worrying some of the others. :
Draco looked down at the paper and a small frown graced his face and began to write a reply to his friend's note. He slowly passed the parchment back to Pansy.
: I'm fine, I guess I just haven't been sleeping too well lately so I zone out in class. :
Pansy read his reply and frowned. She looked back over at Draco and her eyes showed her concern for her friend. He gave her a reassuring smile and turned back to his essay. When he was sure Pansy had occupied herself with something else while waiting for the end of class, Draco let himself fall back into thought. Was it really a good idea to switch? he thought as he finished the last of his essay a few minutes before they were dismissed. As fate would know it, Harry Potter finished his essay at the same time and they bumped into each other when handing their essays in at the same time. Draco jumped and looked at Harry, who looked equally surprised. They each stared at each other a minute before a cough from Professor Snape brought Draco back to reality. He quickly covered himself with a Malfoy sneer and walked back to his friend. Harry sighed and walked back over to Ron. Harry couldn't push the thought from his head that his eyes kept dragging themselves to look at Draco every time he saw him, and equally unnerving was the fact that he lingered too long for comfort. But, why was Malfoy so surprised we bumped into each other? he thought with a pensive look gracing his features.
"You alright, mate?" Harry turned a dazed look to his red-haired best friend. Harry mustered up a smile and nodded his head before they headed out of the class. He tried not to notice the twinge of jealousy in him when Ron and Hermione's hands found each other. It was true that they had finally confessed their feelings for each other and started going out over the summer, but Harry still didn't know why it was bothering him everytime his two best friends found a quiet corner to kiss. Harry closed his fingers around the imaginary hand he wished was in his, but there was nothing. Harry Potter was alone.