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“Detention Mr. Potter.” Snape said without taking a look at the paper he was currently marking.
“But Sir! It was Malfoy!” Harry declared while fruitlessly trying to clean up sticky potions goo that was clinging to almost every schoolbook Harry owned.
Snape only looked up from his marking for a few seconds and looked over at Harry “20 points from Gryffindor”
“But…”
“Mr.Potter if you say another syllable, there will be another 100 points taken from Gryffindor!”
“Leave it, Harry, it’s not worth it,” whispered Hermione frantically to Harry. Harry sat there with his arms crossed and stared dejectedly over at Snape.
He then looked over to the Slytherins and saw Malfoy and idiot number one and number two sniggering themselves silly. He knew Malfoy had put something in his potion! He had been doing everything perfectly- followed each instruction down to the letter. He really thought this year was going to be different, but absolutely nothing had changed.
Malfoy was still the same stuck up ferret and Snape was still a slimy bastard.
However, one thing for sure Harry knew had changed, something he realised during the summer holidays, something that Harry had yet to tell Ron or Hermione- Harry Potter; the chosen one, the boy who lived, the person who was going to destroy the dark lord, was undeniable, unquestionably gay.
He had been spending the summer at Grimmauld place with a still recovering Sirius, when he noticed two things.
One- Sirius and Remus were in a relationship (and Harry didn’t even care, in fact, he envied them) and two- He enjoyed looking at the second eldest Weasley- Charlie a bit too much. On such a level that the word “enjoyed” was nothing compared to the way Harry yearned, no desired to stroke his long strands of hair that were loosely tied together in a bun, to touch his perfectly chiseled abs, he even wanted to run his tongue over every surface of Charlie’s body. Harry had never had these kinds of thoughts before, not even about Ginny or Cho. Sure they were pretty but they had never evoked those kinds of thoughts in Harry.
It was while Harry was reminiscing over Charlie’s perfect body that he suddenly felt a sharp nudge.
“C’mon Harry, the class just finished let’s go!” Ron said while he was hurriedly stuffing his potions book back into his satchel.
It then occurred to Harry that Potions was the last class of the day and the weekend was now ahead of him. Harry couldn’t help but start smiling- already a week back to school and he desperately needed a break from school, maybe he could go flying tonight or he could go and see Hagrid or…
Harry suddenly stopped putting his things away “Shit!”
“Harry what is it?” Hermione asked while casting a quick, worried look to Harry’s forehead.
“It’s nothing Hermione, I just remembered that I had detention tonight” all plans of doing something fun or relaxing were destroyed. He had to spend his first free evening of the week in the dungeons, scrubbing cauldrons or copying lines.
This week really couldn’t have gone any better…