Hold My Hand

Chapter Seven- Gay

Day 2

"Potter!" Malfoy pushed Harry, hard. "Get you and your bloody boner off of me!!"

It took Harry a moment to realize he was laying on top of Malfoy, his hard on pressing into the blonde's hip. The second he realized this, he shot off of Malfoy.

"Shit, I'm sorry."

Malfoy snorted. "Whatever." He leaned close, smirking. "Who was it?"

Harry blushes. "Who was who?"

"Oh come on, Potter! I'm not an idiot. You were moaning and practically thrusting against me. I repeat, who was it?"

Harry blushes darker. "No one."

"Come on. Was it the Weaslette?"

"What? No!" Harry scrunched up his nose at the thought.

"Granger?"

"No!"

"One of the Patil twins?"

"No."

"Both of the Patil twins?"

"No!"

"Weasley?"

"You already asked that!"

"No, I mean, your best friend Weasley."

"You think I'm gay?" Harry was stunned.

Malfoy shrugged.

"Weasley?" he persisted.

"Ew. No."

"Thomas?"

"Not my type."

"Blaise?"

Harry stared at him. "Your best friend?"

Malfoy shrugged again. "He's pretty damn hot."

"Malfoy, are you gay?"

"Incredibly so."

Harry blinked. He hadn't expected such a calm answer.

"Are you gay, Potter?"

Harry stared at his hands for a minute, and then looked up at Malfoy in horror.

"I think I might be."