The Hogwarts Poets' Society

Dumbledore was revived by a very angry Professor McGonagall. She had come to see Dumbledore about the next Poets' Society meeting, which was to occur that night. She wanted to get out of the ridiculous meeting, seeing as she felt that she shouldn't have to be in a Poets' Society to begin with.

"Who Stunned you?" she asked angrily. "What were you doing?" She left off the bit where she called Dumbledore a bumbling old fool inside of his head, but it was implied.

"Oh, just Ron Weasley," said Dumbledore, happy to be conscious once more. McGonagall said nothing. "They were nosing about and I refused to give Miss Granger the location of Potter."

"Ah," said McGonagall, waiting for a sufficient explanation as to why the greatest Headmaster in Hogwarts' history had been Stunned by a substandard student wizard. Dumbledore himself did not have a good reason as to why this had occurred, but felt that the conversation needed to move in an entirely different direction.

"We have a meeting tonight," he reminded her unnecessarily.

"Yes," she said, frowning. "About that, Dumbledore, I'd rather not have to do attend tonight. I have some papers to be grading, and we had a meeting just on Friday! It's Sunday! It's not as though we've really had a lot of time to be writing any poetry."

"That's okay," said Dumbledore. "Peeves has a lovely poem he'd like to share with us. It's rather long, and I feel what with Harry and Draco and Peeves, you won't have to contribute any of your own work at all." He smiled helpfully. "That's not to bad is it, darling?"

McGonagall visibly stiffened at being called "darling" again.

"But I'm busy!" she insisted, more determined than ever to get out of the way of this idiotic meeting.

"You're coming," he said sternly. "No excuses. Now, please leave, I have some business to attend to."

McGonagall left. Snape, meanwhile, had just opened the letter informing him of the previously mentioned meeting. Unfortunately, he had been in the process of drinking some pumpkin juice when he read the letter.

He was not pleased, to say the least. Several students were given detention for standing about and looking useless. A word to the wise: when Severus Snape is having a bad morning, avoid him, or you'll have a bad morning, too.

"What time is it?" grumbled Harry, awaking from another awkward and uncomfortable night spent in a cupboard with Draco Malfoy.

"I give up, what time is it?" said Draco sarcastically. "I'll play your silly little game." Draco Malfoy was not a morning person, to say the least. The lack of caffeine and sugar was definitely having an impact on his emotional state.

"Oh, I don't know, shirtless o'clock," said Harry, who was not at all affected by the lack of caffeine and sugar.

Both of the boys stared at each other. Then Harry took of his shirt. Draco followed suit. They kept the deadpan look up for about a minute, then burst into hysterical laughter at the sight of themselves. It was a good ice-breaker, if nothing else. There had been a tension in the air after Harry had been knocked out, but it was cleared now. Their laughing died down to an occasional gasping chuckle.

"Shirtless o'clock," Draco said again, and they laughed so hard that their bellies hurt and they thought they might die from asphyxiation. Again, they finally quieted down to an occasional gasping giggle.

They looked at each other and the whole process began for a third time. If you have never laughed like this, you're missing one of life's greatest experiences. It's so funny it hurts, but in a good way.

Eventually, they had gotten over their fit of giggles.

"You have decent abs, Malfoy," said Harry.

"Er, thanks," said Draco. "And, um, you aren't too bad looking yourself. I guess." The Malfoy family is not known for being generous with their compliments. In general, they don't think anyone deserves to be complimented. If they do, they shouldn't be complimented, because it does nobody any good and only inflates their ego.

He was, in reality, actually eyeing Harry with interest. He was a little on the underfed side, and wasn't as toned as Blaise had been, but he defiantly had curb appeal.

It would do to note that Harry was a fairly observant person. He was dunderheaded at times, but observant nonetheless. It wasn't difficult for him to notice Draco surreptitiously eyeing him with interest. The thing is, subtlety is a skill not well learned by the Malfoy clan. Therefore, he wasn't being as sneaky as he thought he was.

"Want a towel to clean up your drool?" asked Harry, feeling rather pleased with himself. It wasn't that he felt complimented by Draco's ogling, but it was nice to know he had something he could blackmail Malfoy with, if the time ever came.

"Shut up," said Malfoy cleverly. "You aren't that good-looking. I've definitely seen better."

"Oh, yeah? You spend your time going around looking at boys, do you?" Harry asked, feeling even more pleased with himself.

"Uh, yes, actually, I do," said Draco. There was a few minutes of stunned silence while Harry tried to work out what Draco had just said.

Draco Malfoy likes to look at boys. Draco Malfoy likes to look at boys. Draco Malfoy likes to look at boys.

It clicked and Harry sputtered about for a minute.

"I-uh, I didn't, no one ever said-" he spluttered. The concept he was trying to convey, of course, was that no one had ever told him that Draco Malfoy liked boys. His brain wasn't working properly, though, so it wasn't too surprising that he didn't get a comprehendible sentence out.

"Does that bother you?" asked Draco calmly. He wouldn't have been surprised if it had. Harry Potter had been raised by Muggles.

Harry thought for a minute.

"Nah, not really," he decided.

"Good."

"Yeah."

"If it bothers you, you should just tell me."

"It doesn't bother me."

"Good."

"Yeah."

"Do you look at boys in your spare time?"

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Uh, I don't know. I've never really experimented with the concept before."

"Ah. Well, what about me?"

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Er, I don't know," said Harry uncomfortably.

"You don't know," said Draco. "Well, take a look."

Harry looked. He wasn't quite sure how he felt about the scenery.

"Meh, I don't know," said Harry.

"Am I not appealing?"

"I don't know."

Draco rolled his eyes.

"Boys," he sighed.