Author: Moku

Comment: I wrote this because I wanted to give an insight into the poor students of Hogwarts confronted by the harsh reality that yes, indeed, Draco Malfoy is gay – or at least, that’s what they think.

Interlude I: Tirade of Hate

Point of View:

3rd Person; Tristan Taylor

I hate Draco Malfoy. Not because he is a Malfoy, a Slytherin or a Wannabe-Death Eater, no, my hate is of private nature. Why, if not because of the aforementioned reasons? It’s quite simple:

Draco Malfoy is gay.

How do I know?

Everything started when Malfoy went mental, for whatever reasons, and pretty much destroyed the whole Great Hall. While he was occupied with repairing everything, Parkinson revealed that Malfoy was gay. That again was not really a big shock, because everybody thought that Malfoy had something going on with Potter but now it was official.

I merely wondered why Potter’s friends reacted in a rather strange way, which makes me wonder, whether the rumour about them was really true. Although Potter reacted rather sensitive when Hermione pulled the magazine from her bag. But back to Malfoy’s homosexuality.

Now, under normal circumstances I couldn’t care less, but these are not normal circumstances I’m currently living in!

“Come out, Tamara! Everything is going to be alright!” Tristan shouted, despereatly knocking on the door, hoping against hope, that the girl would open up.

“She is not going to come out,” Dina, Tamars best friend, said. “You know, the coming-out of Malfoy just… took her by surprise.” The eyes of the boy turned dark because of hate and the blond girl took a few steps back. “That bastard is going to pay for this. How could he do that to her?” Saying this, he stomped out of the common room, ignoring the girl trying to stop him.

Tamara, my big sister, hasn’t showed up since the coming-out. She cut classes, wouldn’t come to meal times and doesn’t speak to anyone. She is a very sensitive girl and suffers because of her lovesickness. That wouldn’t be the first time, when something like this happened. When she was in her first year, she was in love with Professor Quirrell, but that one turned out to be one of the bad guys.

Even though I can’t understand what she sees in that Slytherin Malfoy, I still have to accept her feelings. With his sexuality he had broken the delicate heart of my sister and he would atone for this sin.

“Ah, Potter!” Tristan heared Malfoy calling. The addressed Gryffindor turned around, throwing a sceptical look at the blond boy. “What do you want, Malfoy?” A sardonic smile crept over Malfoy’s lips. Tristan fearfully flinched back. However, he was going to get his revenge, no matter how scared he was of Malfoy!

Quietly he drew his wand, opening the book laying next to him. “Pacifing … packing… pain. There it is!” The boy skipped over the paragraph until he found the incantation. “Dolores Commovēre is the basis for every spell inducing pain, if only with limited effect. To cause severe pain one has to resort to the formula of the particular pain.” The boy pursed his lips, gently swearing. He wanted to make Malfoy feel real pain, pain he would never be able to forget. He skipped further over the text. “Known Dolores-formular are ‘Doleres Capite’ or ‘Tormina’.” Happily, the boy closed the book. Now, he only had to wait for the perfect moment and he could attack.

“You really are enjoing this, aren’t you?” Potter asked the blond Slytherin, raising one eyebrow but the addressed boy didn’t response, instead bent his head to the side, smirking. The Gryffindor’s gaze changed into an sceptical and slightly confused expression, yet the blond only shook his head, looking to the right.

Tristan recalled the formula in his head, mumbling it a few times, before he extened his wand. “Doleres Capite!” he whispered quietly and a white flash left his wand. Both youths noticed the gentle glowing out of the corner of their eyes, retreating a few steps. “Tormina!” he threw after, standing up and hidding in the shadows of an alcove.

Malfoy had exspected the first spell, avoided it and the flash of lightning hit a Hufflepuff first year, strolling along instead. However he wasn’t prepared for the second one, leaping backwards and barely preventing the ray from hitting him.

Potter’s eyes widened in astonishment when he glanced at Malfoy, who’s indifferent look was fixed on the small, hidden alcove, then turning towards the first year who was bending over in pain, starting to cry. A sadistic smirk played on the blond’s lip.

“Malfoy? Everything alright?” Potter asked, approaching the other boy concernedly, however the blond only put the dark-haired wizard off. Slowly he drew his wand, pointing it at the niche.

“Retineō,” his voice reverberated in the corridors.

“Cunning, Malfoy,” the dark-haired wizard commented, walking towards the alcove. Yet Malfoy ignored him and walked into the opposite direction.

“Hey! Don’t you want to know who it s?” Potter asked when he noticed Malfoy distancing himself. The blond only shook his head. “Probably some jealous little boy.”

“How can you tell it’s a boy?”

Malfoy turned towards the approaching Gryffindor. “Honestly, Potter, what kind of girl would attack such grace and handsomeness that I assuredly am?”

“Not cocky at all, are we,” the wizard muttered, slowly walking beside the other boy.

“What did you say, Potter?”

“I wanted to know, what you have in stove.”

“I will let stay him in that alcove until he get’s out of it.” Potter shook his head and followed the Slytherin into the dungeons.

That I am absolutly not enthralled by this turn of events, shall be rather obvious. Whenever I wanted to leave the alcove I hid in I was repelled, as if I would walk against an invisible wall. After I had looked up the spell Retineō in my book I discovered that the counter-curse I tried to use, but quite patheticly failed to, was an counter-action that only could be perfomed by the wand that had previously executed the charm. WHY DO SUCH CURSES EVEN EXIST?

“Malfoy?”

“Yes, Potter?”

“Retineō can only be—”

“I know, Potter.”

“… bastard…”

“And proud of it.”

It had been three hours and I have missed two lessons. If this is going on even longer, I will miss lunch. I’m hungry.

“So, Malfoy captured someone with Retineō?” Hermione asked with one raised eyebrow. “Clever.”

“Retineō?“ Weasley asked with a stuffed mouth. “’s tha’?”

“A curse, enprisoning a person wherever he is,” the girl responed, turning back to Potter. “Do you think you can find the alcove again?”

“Not me,” the dark-haired wizard reckoned, continuing to eat, unconcered.

Now I have missed dinner. Malfoy will have to pay for that – as soon as I get out of here. I hope Tamara is alright.

“Malfoy?”

“Hm?”

“It has been half a day, won’t you let him out?”

“Who?” the blond asked, confused, looking up from his book.

“I take that as a ‘no’.”

I’m beginning to get bored, and strangely enough simultaneously desperate. Malfoy is never going to let me out of here, but if I ever get out of here, he is dead! And if he get’s by me I’m going to knock him out. It will somehow work out.

What Tamara is doing now?

“Malfoy still hasn’t released him?”

Potter shook his head while he happily played with his pudding.

“Is that the same person we talked about yesterday?” Weasley’s friends nodded. “Can people survive without food so long?” When he heard this words, Potter finally stood up. “I will talk to Malfoy.”

Hello? Is there anyone? Help… help? HELP!

“Malfoy, this has to stop.”

“What? Our bets?” the addressed boy asked, confused, looking up from his potion.

“Wh—No! You have to release him.”

“Who?”

“The one, who attacked you.”

“Which one do you mean?”

Potter glanced at his school mate and current partner in Potions cunfusedly.

Malfoy sighed, laying the stirring device down. “Potter, within this week I have been attacked about six times by four different people. Could you be a bit more precise?”

“Wh… What are you talking about? Why?”

“Potter, in case you haven’t noticed, I am a Malfoy and a Slytherin.”

“…”

“Oh, forget it. Who are you talking about?”

“Doesn’t matter.” The dark-haired boy answered, turning away. Malfoy only shrugged and continued stirring the potion.

The Hufflepuff first year who had been hit by my curse passed by. I asked him whether he could tell Malfoy that a duelist was waiting for him. The boy just walked onwards. So much for Hufflepuff being all bountiful and such stuff.

“And why not?”

“Because he deserved it.”

“Harry, nobody deserves enprisonement for almst two days,” Hermione said, irritated, looking disdainfully at Weasley who continued to stuff food into his mouth. “Why do you even sympathize with Malfoy? If he hadn’t been such a git these last few years, something like this wouldn’t even happen.”

“Six times in seven days?”

“Alright, I admit that this is exagg—”

“I think they should keep it up,” the redhead interjected, still chewing on his potatos. “Maybe he will turn into a better person.”

“He will turn into an invalid.”

“As I said.”

Potter rolled his eyes and stood up.

Potter came today and brought me something to eat. He said he had been accidentally walking by and wouldn’t have found me if he had looked for me, which he didn’t, by the way. Then he asked my why I hated Malfoy to jinx him and I answered, because he is gay. After that, Potter took the remaining food and disappeared. At least I got some.

I’m wondering what my sister is currentely doing.

“Malfoy, where are you going?”

“Releasing someone at your insistence. If you hand’t mentioned that guy I would have already forgotten him but two days are enough, don’t you think?”

Potter’s eyes sparkled and he seized the blond’s arm, dragging him into the opposite direction.

“Potter… What?”

“Let him rot in hell.”

“Okaaay…”

I’m really wondering, why she looks at me with this amused gaze. Really.

“You are an idiot.”

“What?”

“Telling Harry Potter that you attacked Malfoy because he is gay. How stupid can you be?”

“That is not of your concern.”

The girl sat down on the floor, watching Tristan with hawks eyes. A few minutes later she sighed. “They are both so cute, don’t you think?”

“I think I’m going to puke.”

“I’m waiting for a kiss for months. Though they are so sneaky.”

“Scratch that. I am going to puke.”

“You know, latest rumours say that they are only acting and still like each other like they did at the beginning of the year.”

“Not at all?”

“I know! Idiots! Ah, Draco and Harry – together. What is left to wish for?”

“Your death?”

I’m really wondering why nobody is looking for me AND SAVES ME FROM THAT WEIRDO!

“Harry, it’s been two and a half days. Won’t you—”

“No.”

“But—”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because that guy is a bloody homophob!”

“… Alright, if you are not going to talk to Malfoy, I will.”

I hope Tamara is doing alright and has overcome her lovesickniss. After all I’m in this situation because of that. My lovely, docile sister.

The girl hasn’t showed up yet. Fortunately.

“Malfoy, free him!”

“Who?”

“You know who!”

“… Granger, if you haven’t noticed, Voldemort has been freed two years ago. Furthermore, I can’t comprehend why of all people you insist on freeing him.”

“I’m talking about that boy, you—”

“Ah, yes, it has been how long?”

“Two and a half day.”

“Quite enough, I do believe.”

“…”

I’m hungry. And thirsty. Maybe I’m going to rot here. My lovely Tamara wouldn’t survive this. So many strokes at once!

Oh, Malfoy is coming. Together with Hermione?

“Hey.”

Tristan looked up, feigning indifference, completely ignoring the girl besides Malfoy and turned towards the boy. “Hey,” he answered, leaning back against the wall, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Suddenly he noticed a brunette shock of hair and scardyl pressed himself against the wall. The Girl aka The Horror of Hogwarts!

“Malfoy! Look at what you have done! He is completely emaciated and scared!”

“Potter’s fault,” the blond Slytherin said, smirking and then turned towards the boy to address him. “Whatever you did to aggravate Potter, it worked.” He paused, frowning, started anew. “I could nearly say that I was proud of you, if you were a Hufflepuff. However as a Ravenclaw, truth be told, you failed.” Tristan’s eyes dangerously sparkled, but Malfoy ignored it. “You tried to hex me, allowing me to enprison you. You are unable to find a counter-curse and let a girl fight your fight.”

“Hey!” Tristand and Hermione protested together.

“Whatever. You annoyed Potter so much that he was willing to let you rot here and this is the only reason I release you.”

“Do you always talk so much?” the Ravenclaw asked, rolling his eyes. Malfoy smirked. “One has to keep their hands busy, right? Liberō!” Malfoy lowered his wand and took a few steps back, while Hermione approached the boy and supproted him. “Pustularis,” the girl whispered. Tristan understood immediately, and waited for Malfoy to turn around. Slowly he raised his wand, gleeful smile on his lips.

“Pustularis!”

Jauntily, Malfoy turned around, wand still in his hand. “Reflectō!” he shouted, leaping to the side in case his counter-curse wouldn’t work, but smiled contently when the Ravenclaw was hit by his own curse. “Lingaturame!” The girl’s eyes widened in horror when she heard the incantion, trying to push Tristand away from here, but she wasn’t fast enough and the spell hit them both. The sardonic smile on the blond’s lips broadend.

Hermione and Tristan both lost their balance, crashing to the floor. Malfoy waited patiently for them to collect themselves again.

“Well, well, Granger, that was not nice.” She glared at him destable. “Now, what would you say if I would finish my spell with Inaeternum?”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Care to find out?” He raised his wand, pointing at the two teenagers.

“Inaeter—.”

“Malfoy, don’t!”

“Potter. Always the hero!” the Slytherin muttered, turning around. “And why not, Potter?” The addressed boy slowly approached them, trying to come up with a decent reason. “Uhm… because of Ron?”

“… Inaeter—!”

“Alright, okay! Do it for me! Please! If yo do this it’s irreversible!”

“Not that I care…”

“It counts… as a lost bet?”

I have no idea what Malfoy did to us or was planing to do to us and I had no idea what they were talking about, but the words seem to work and Malfoy just walked off without further ado and disappeared along the corridor. I was still alive and I could flee from The Girl!

“I can’t believe he has the audacity to use such a spell!”

Potter flicked an annoyed glare at Tristan whose face started to develop small bisters, and turned back to his friend. “You didn’t have to do that, either.”

“Compared with his spell, ours was benign.”

“Pustularis? Hermione, you know that acne for Malfoy would be like the loose of all his wealth.”

“It would have been limited to one week!”

Tristan looked at them, surprised, because he had used the spell without knowing what it was.

Just aminute. Acne? Reflectō?

“Look what he did to us! He spellbound us!” The girl stood up, walked ten steps and stopped, turning around. Then she did another step backwards and at that moment Tristand stood up stepped closer one step.

“I know, Hermione,” Potter sighed. “It could have been worse.”

“For example inaeternum? In perpetuity?”

The Gryffindor nodded and the started to speak up. “I could stop him, alright? We just have to go to Madam Pomfrey and ask her to un-bin you and to pep up this jerk, because his face…” Potter stopped in the middle of the sentence as Tristan looked at him, terrified. “Reflectō! He said Reflectō, right?”

The dark-haired wizard contemptuously raised an eyebrow, looking down at the shorter boy. “You are a really smart guy, aren’t you?”

“Don’t worry,” the brunette girl said soothingly. “It’s only for a week.”

That doesn’t help me of course and I stomp away, forgetting, that Hermione had to stick no further than ten steps to me else she was dragged after me, no matter what obstacle (for example Potter) in the way and I wondered why someone suddenly hit me with a Stupefy to stop me from walking.

Angry and annoyed I let myself be brought to infirmary by Potter, while Hermine chided me for my lack of consideration.

“I lifted the band even though I cannot understand how you can accidently bind someone. However, in consideration that you, Mister Potter, are involed, I think I do not need to wonder.”

Potter’s tips of the ears tinged red and he looked at the floor in shame.

“Concerning your acne, Mister Taylor, you will have to endure it until it’s stops. That’s all, you can go.”

The three students lefted the infirmary together, closing the door behind them.

Potter and Hermione were just about to turn around to the other boy, when Tristan already fled the scene.

“Strange boy,” the brunette girl mumbled. Potter, walking beside her, nodded. “Malfoy should have let him rot.”

Safely in my common room! My refuge, my domicil! My one and only! Now, here can’t happen strange things! Now, where is Tamara?

Trsitan looked around in the common room, but didn’t spot his sister. Sullen, he sighed and went into the direction of the stairs, which lead to the grils’ rooms. Yet before he could enter the first step, he heard a female voice calling out to him.

Surprised, he spun around and saw IT! The Girl a.k.a. The Horror of Hogwarts!

“Trsitan! Your friends have let me in, when I told them that I wanted to talk to you.” A demonic smile played on the brunettes lips. Everyone had their own revenge.

Potter wanted to let him rot in the niche because of the attack and the girl wanted to verbaly abuse him by telling him about her Malfoy-Potter fantasies.

The black-haired boy dashed up the stairs to the boys’ rooms, slapping the door behin dhim shut and locked it with every spell he knew.

“Tristan?”

The heart of the boy stopped beating and half-petrified, he turned around. Then his eyes widened.

“Tamara?”

My beloved sister! Here! In my room! Pah, Malfoy! Nobody griefs for you forever! And my revenge had probably finished you off! Hahahaha!

“Trsitan, your are grimacing. Are you alright?” the girl asked hesistantly as she moved closer to her brother.

“Tamara! You have left your room!”

“Yes, I have finished!”

“That’s great, that you have finally finished with Malfoy!”

“Eh?”

“I know, you had hard times and I couldn’t even help you!”

“Uhm… yeah, hard times… somehow…”

“You don’t need to tell me! Let us forget this episode and start a new beginning!”

“…Yeah… okay…,” the girl mumbled incertainly, not knowing, what her brother was talking about. Instead, she tried to change the topic. “Do you want to read the story?”

“Story?”

“The one I have written.”

“When?”

“When I was in my room. I just couldn’t stop!”

“Ah! To compensate your lovesickness you have written a story?”

“Lovesickness?”

“You weren’t… lovesick?”

“…Why would I?”

“Because of… Malfoy?”

“Oh, no, Draco Malfoy was my inspiration! Without him I couldn’t have done it!”

“…”

“Please? It’s really important for me what you think of the story! Oh, and where have you been these last few days? And what had happened to your face? … Tristan? Why are you approaching me with… such an… murderous look? Tristan?”