The Re-sorting Hat - Remastered edition!

Try It Out

It was dinner time and the great hall was buzzing with chatter but Harry was pushing his food around his plate uninterested, there was a gnawing feeling in his stomach that was a reminder of how nerve wracking it would be to talk to Dean about...things. Harry was sitting by himself, like usual, at the end of the Slytherin table and he normally didn't have any company because well they didn't seem to like him. Then Malfoy strutted in through the big oak doors and made eye contact with him, making his heart suddenly pound, and then to his horror and surprise sat down beside him.

"Potter" he greeted while reaching for some pie. Harry just swirled some mashed potatoes around his plate in response.

"Not one for talking? You know Potter people generally eat their food not just play with it" Harry rolled his eyes and then took a sip of pumpkin juice to somehow try and calm his stomach of butterflies.

"Are you sick?" Malfoy asked taking Harry by surprise, coughing on his juice.

"What?" He asked exasperated after he recovered.

"Are you sick because you aren't eating" Malfoy repeated in a matter of fact tone.

"No I'm.. Fine? Why do you care Malfoy?"

Malfoys face screwed up in disgust "Don't flatter yourself Potter, I don't care. It's just you didn't eat much this morning either"

Harry took in a breath, this was beginning to feel like a bloody interrogation. "What are you spying on me now? I didn't think you'd sink so low" Harry responded not looking his way, instead fixing his gaze on Dean. he was going to leave when Dean left to hopefully get some answers.

"Who are you looking at Potter? Your boyfriend?"

Harry spluttered and then elbowed Malfoy hard in the ribs "No! that's...we're friends..."

"Very coherent Potter, I was just wondering anyways I've heard rumours he's dating a ... bloke" He said the last part quietly as if afraid to say it out loud or discussing it at all.

"Why do you care?" Harry asked now looking at Malfoy properly. His hair was falling gently in places where the hair potion had started to fizz out, it made his sharp look more...soft.

"Why so many questions?" Harry groaned and placed his head in his hands, this was going to be a long evening. But then Dean got up from his seat and started walking put of the great hall. It was now or never. Harry shot up from his seat and followed him, happy to get away from Malfoy.

"Dean!" He called out to which Dean spun around and then gave a smile.

"What's up?"

"Umm...Can I talk to you" He asked awkwardly, he could feel the stare of a certain Slytherin on the back of his head.

"Sure ... what about?"

"In private?" Harry said voice hushed while people walked by, like hell he would let anyone know his crisis.

"Oh okay"

Dean lead them to a deserted classroom, unsure of what to expect.

"So... what's the matter?"

"Um so you're into guys right?" When Dean nodded carefully Harry continued "so I guess I want to know how you knew?"

"Oh" His posture relaxed immediately "well I sort of always felt this way but I always thought what I had felt was normal until well I came to Hogwarts and saw the most beautiful man I had ever seen. I then realized soon after that Girls didn't attract me and then I experimented with a certain someone and viola I'm gay." He finished with a grin and then cocked his head to one side "why the sudden interest?"