Chapter Six - Friday in London
Draco stood naked in front of the mirror in the precept's bathroom. He ran his hands down his slim body, noting his broad shoulders and flat stomach. He wasn't muscular but didn't have an ounce of fat on his body. He grasped his cock in his hand and gave it a quick squeeze. Under his robes it was hard to tell that he was packing well over seven inches, although he'd made sure that just about every girl in Slytherin knew first hand. Lately, though, he found that even though sex with girls felt good, he was curious--curious about guys and not just pumping a load of jizz in their ass, but having his ass fucked.
It had really struck him hard the day before when he was sexing up Tracey. He liked what she did, but when he started thinking about fucking her while getting fucked, he could barely contain himself. At the time he chalked it up to his focus on turning Harry Potter into a cock hungry whore, but once he started writing about the experience in his journal he couldn't stop thinking about his own body, his own experiences. And he wanted more.
So now he stood in the bathroom, preparing to probe his own nether regions. Wanting to experience first-hand what it felt like to breach his own anal ring, to stimulate his prostate--just thinking about it made his cock rock hard. He stroked himself a few times until a drop of precum appeared at the tip. He scooped it up on his finger and sucked it off a moment later. It tasted so good, just a little bit musky. Draco craved more. And not just his own.
But where was this crazy desire for gay sex coming from? Was this some kind of bleedover from his experiences possessing Harry? He didn't even know if Harry desired gay sex! This was getting confusing, trying to separate his thoughts from those he had after possessing Harry. He began keeping a journal to document every detail about his experiments with possession. The prevailing theme over the past few days had become an overwhelming desire to be penetrated. To be breached whether he was Harry or he was Draco. He longed to know what Harry thought about all of this, but couldn't think of a way to find out. Did Harry enjoy gay sex? Did he yearn for more? Draco had never thought of himself as gay or even bi-curious until now. Maybe he wasn't--was it simply a side-effect of the possession?
None of this uncertainty deterred him from coming to the prefect's bathroom, though. He pushed his white-blonde hair out of his eyes while stroking himself. The steady stream of precum coated his cock and made it slippery. He threw his head back, clearly enjoying the wank, but he stopped abruptly. He wasn't here for a quick hand-job. He used the precum accumulating at his cock to get his fingers wet. Then he reached behind himself and spread the sticky substance on his hole. His ass twitched at his first tentative touch. Encouraged by the response, he began rubbing against his hole more insistently. The precum wasn't enough to allow him to push past his tight sphincter so he grabbed the lube he brought and slicked his middle finger. He took a deep breath and pressed hard. His finger slowly pushed into his ass until it was buried about an inch inside.
Draco stopped and looked at himself in the mirror. His dick was hard and leaky. He felt slight discomfort in his hole but was starting to get used to the feeling. He thought to himself that it was now or never. Was this really what he wanted? Once he penetrated himself, what then? Did he really want to get fucked up the ass? He moaned out loud and pushed his finger in to the second knuckle. He supposed he had his answer. He wiggled it around but didn't immediately feel his prostate. He pulled almost all of the way out and pushed in again. After about a half dozen thrusts he hit his prostate and a jolt of pleasure coursed through his body.
"Oh fuck," he cried out and proceeded to finger fuck himself harder and faster. After a few minutes he pulled out and shoved two fingers up his ass.
"Fuck meeeee," he moaned as his thrusts became more powerful. This was better than he could have imagined. He took his cock in his free hand and started stroking rapidly. He tried to match his thrusts of his fingers to the strokes of his cock.
"Oh my Merlin, I'm cummmming," he groaned as spurts of cum erupted from his cockhead. He lost track after six strong jets shot out onto the floor in front of him. It was by far the most powerful orgasm of his life. He pulled his fingers from his ass while squeezing the final drops of cum from his cock. He lifted his cum-covered fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. The cum tasted even better now than anytime he tasted it before. He looked at himself in the mirror again. Sweat glistened on his face and chest. He let go of his semi-hard cock and straightened up. The look of satisfaction on his face and the feelings of pleasure coursing through his veins were like nothing he'd ever felt before.
Moments later, Draco used his wand to clean up the mess he'd left on the floor and then he stepped into the shower. He couldn't resist beating off again, this time thinking about how hot it would be to get Harry plowed up the arse by strangers in London. Humiliating Harry turned him on. So did the thought of getting buggered by strangers, even if it wasn't his own ass.
Draco studied in the Great Hall after classes on Wednesday. He still hadn't thought of a way to get Harry into London by himself on Friday. He felt Mrs. Norris, the school caretaker Filch's cat, rub against his legs. He let her jump into his lap, where she promptly fell asleep.
After an hour more of studying, Draco stretched out and Mrs. Norris woke up and stretched, too. She nuzzled his hand and he distractedly scratched her ears. Then a thought occurred to him. Filch hated Potter, too. And Filch was loyal to his father, or at the very least was afraid of the elder Malfoy. Maybe he could convince Filch to give Potter a detention. But then what?
Draco thought about the plan off and on for the rest of the afternoon. After dinner he grabbed Crabbe and Goyle and went to Filch's office. Draco had a plan, more or less, that depended on intimidating Filch into doing what he wanted. He'd watched his father intimidate people enough over the years to be able to do it himself, so he wasn't worried too much about the lack of a solid plan.
The three boys entered Filch's office. Filch looked angry when Draco took a seat and crossed his arms. Gregory and Vincent stood flanking the door. Neither smiled and Vincent kept punching one fist into his other hand. No one said a word. Draco just glared at Filch. Filch started to look uncomfortable. He started fidgeting. Then Mrs. Norris walked in. She saw Draco and immediately jumped up into his lap. Draco didn't take his eyes off of Filch but started scratching the cat's ears. Filch looked incensed.
"Sorry for Mrs. Norris, there," Filch said standing up and moving to shoo the cat from Draco's lap. "She's not usually so affectionate with students," he said narrowing his eyes at Draco. Mrs. Norris hissed at him. Filch flinched, never having seen this side of his beloved cat. Filch reached out for her again and she hissed at him fiercely. Draco shook his head just slightly and Filch retreated back to his chair behind the desk.
Draco still hadn't said anything. He sat petting Mrs. Norris and glaring at Filch. Gregory stretched his neck from side to side menacingly. Filch kept moving things around on his desk, shifting from one side to the other in his chair. He started sweating at his receding hairline.
"Well, young Master Malfoy, I need to start my nightly patrol, so if you don't need anything..." he said trailing off at the end nervously. Draco sat silently.
"Please don't tell your father" Filch blurted out, suddenly down at Draco's side on his knees, his hands folded together. "Please, don't tell him. I will do anything," he pleaded. This was an interesting turn of events, thought Draco. He had no clue what Filch was going on about, but this was certainly in his favor.
"If you do exactly as I ask you, I will consider not telling my father," Draco said breaking his glare with a congenial smile. "I would like nothing more than to help you out, Filch," he said, indicating with his hand that Filch should stand. He liked when the man groveled at his feet, but now was the time to get Filch to do his bidding. Filch stood up but looked sick. Mrs. Norris remained curled up on Draco's lap.
"Anything, young Master," Filch said bowing slightly.
"On Friday," Draco began, making up something on the fly. "You will observe myself and Harry Potter," at the mention of the name Filch took on an annoyed expression, "having a duel. You will give both of us all day detention on Friday. Then on Friday you will assign us to write lines in the Potions classroom. Then you will no longer be needed. No record of these detentions should be noted," he finished, again smiling as if the two were friends.
"Well, I can't just give out a detention..." Filch stammered. Draco's face fell and the glare returned. Draco stood up, standing nearly a head taller than the older man. He glowered down at the cowering man but didn't say a word. Vincent and Gregory puffed their chests out and stared angrily down at the man from their posts at the door. Filch knew he was trapped.
"Yes, yes, okay. I will do as you say. Just don't let your father know," Filch finally agreed. He was sweating profusely and seemed agitated. Whatever he had done was making him do what Draco demanded. Draco returned to his big smile.
"Great," Draco said reaching out to shake Filch's hand. He grasped the other man's hand too tight in a hearty handshake, letting Filch know that Draco was firmly in charge. Draco felt confident. Even without a plan he manipulated situations to his own benefit easily. Maybe he didn't need Felix Felicis, after all. Maybe he was just naturally lucky.
"Stand down, Malfoy!" Harry shouted, pointing his wand at Draco menacingly. The two boys were in a remote hallway and Draco initiated a duel by throwing a tripping spell at Harry a few minutes before. Things escalated quickly, as they usually did with Potter, and now the two pointed their wands at one another.
"You stand down, Potter," Draco drawled. He smirked at Potter. Harry was red in the face, anger pouring off of him. Sparks flew off the end of his wand.
"What are you even doing up here, Malfoy?" Potter yelled. Draco smiled. He'd lured Harry up to the hallway where the entrance to the Room of Requirement was located. Harry had seen him sneaking around and decided to follow Draco up to the hallway.
"I wanted some peace and quiet," Draco said and smiled. "What are you doing up here, Potter?" Draco asked in a friendly tone. He liked having the upper hand here. He could toy with Harry until Filch showed up.
"Peace and quiet?" Harry spit out as if it were the stupidest thing he'd ever heard. "No, you tell me now, what are you doing up here?" Harry shouted, losing his temper. Draco turned around and muttered the words to two spells. With two quick flicks, his pants and underwear were pulled down around his ankles.
"What have you done, Malfoy?" Harry screamed in fury. He didn't seem to know whether to hex Draco or pull up his briefs. He finally pulled up his briefs, then aimed his wand at Draco and started shooting off hexes quickly. Draco nonchalantly threw up a shield and reflect spell and the hexes started shooting back down the hallway toward Harry. He managed to dodge all of them, but was now charging Draco on foot.
"Don't come any closer, Potter," Draco warned, holding his wand out for emphasis. Potter was about to tackle Draco, who stood looking amused. He didn't try to move out of Harry's path, just grinned at him. Harry stood in front of him and pulled his fist back to punch Draco. Just as his fist was about to hit Draco's chin, Filch grabbed Harry from behind.
"Potter, Malfoy, detentions on Friday for both of you for dueling," Filch said, standing in between the two boys. Draco kept grinning. He bested Potter, yet again. Friday was all set to go. He could possess Harry on Friday with no outside interference. In the meantime, he still had to make this look convincing so he turned to Filch and started objecting.
"What? No, Potter started this. I wasn't doing anything wrong. I shouldn't get a detention!" Draco yelled at Filch. At the same time, Potter uttered a very similar statement in protest. Draco and Harry glared at each other and then turned back to Filch.
"No, no. Both of you boys casted spells. We'll check your wands, mark my words," Filch yelled back at the boys.
"It's totally unfair," Harry pouted. Draco sneered at him and shoved his shoulder. Filch pushed the boys apart.
"Go back to your dorms, now. I'll expect you at 9 am Friday morning in the Potions classroom," he shouted at them. "Go on now, get out of here," he demanded. Draco turned haughtily and stalked down the hall. Potter turned a moment later, unable to keep up because his legs were so much shorter than Draco's.
As they turned opposite directions to get to their respective dorms, Harry muttered, "I'll get you back for this, Malfoy," and turned. Draco smiled.
"Watch your ass, Potter," he said inwardly laughing at the double entendre. Potter was so easy to trap. It was like he wanted it, or something, Draco thought. He kept walking even though Potter was spouting off about revenge and blah blah blah. Draco was in full-on plan mode and didn't have time to trade insults with Harry. He disappeared around a corner and finally Harry stopped yelling after him. He began running through his plan, hoping that he considered every contingency.
Draco stood in the Potions classroom early Friday morning. Filch and Harry came in a few minutes later, the latter looking like he'd run the entire way from Gryffindor tower. Filch cleared his throat noisily and the two boys looked in his direction.
"You're going to copy your Potions textbook cover to cover today boys," Filch said smiling, obviously thinking the punishment to be quite clever. "You can leave as soon as you finish copying the whole book, or at 5 pm, whichever comes first," the caretaker concluded, the shit-eating grin still on his face.
"5?" Harry questioned. "That's too much!" he protested.
"I can make it 7, if you keep up the back talk," Filch said holding his disciplinary parchment in his hand, poised to extend the detention.
"No, I'll do it," Harry mumbled. Draco hopped off the desk he sat on.
"Let's go to my dorm so I can get my textbook and you can borrow Blaise's or Theo's," he said to Potter, referring to his roommates. He started walking out of the classroom. "Or you can run all the way back to Gryffindor tower," he said over his shoulder.
"I'm coming," Harry said reluctantly. He held back a few steps instead of walking with Draco.
"Hot date tonight, Potter?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Not anymore. My friends are all going to a play in Hogsmeade that starts at 5 and doesn't get out until nine. Some kind of murder/mystery dinner. Looks like I'll be left out," Potter said kicking a pebble along as he walked. The two walked in silence until they reached Draco's dorm room.
"Blaise keeps his books on that shelf over there and Theo usually puts his in his trunk," he said gesturing to the other side of the room. Harry looked annoyed, but walked over to the shelf to peruse Blaise's shelf. Within seconds, Draco was inside of Harry's body. It was a nearly instantaneous transfer. There was no lag in sensations, no adjustment period, just a moment or two of dizziness.
"Just keeps getting easier," he mumbled as he covered up his own body with Harry's invisibility cloak. He pulled the curtains on his four poster and cast an alarm spell. If anyone tried to touch his bed, the alarm would be deafening and distracting.
Draco pulled together his supplies for the day and started walking to Hogsmeade. He took the back way to the small town so that none of the other students would see him leaving. He went undetected straight to the apparition point in downtown London. He was only a couple of blocks from the electronics store where he wanted to buy a laptop.
When he got to the store, he took on his new persona--that of gay Harry. He smiled a lot, something Draco despised, but for the sake of his role, he was determined to give an authentic performance. He saw a group of salesmen lurking nearby as he browsed the laptop section. He intended to buy the most expensive one that they had in stock. A salesman approached.
"Hi there, can I help you with a laptop?" the guy said eagerly. He was tall, lanky and had a creepy little moustache lining his upper lip. Draco smiled and met his eye. He tilted his head to the side like girls always did to him. He wanted to practice his flirting skills and figured the ones that girls used on him were as good as any.
"Hi, yes, I need a very powerful laptop," Harry said smiling again. "One with a really big hard drive," he said, all innocence. The guy swallowed and turned to the laptop in front of Harry.
"Um," he said in a weirdly high voice. He cleared his throat and continued. "This one is quite powerful and has a very large hard drive," he said getting into his element. Harry nodded and reached out, accidentally brushing the man's hand in the process.
"What about this one?" he asked, pointing to the most expensive laptop. The salesman's face lit-up and he went off on the many amazing things the laptop did. Harry nodded like he knew what the guy was babbling about and when he finally stopped talking, said, "I'll take it." The salesman looked stunned, so Harry smiled and nodded.
"Well, okay, I'll get it out of lock-up and you can come over to the checkout. You should really get the protection plan, too, for an extra fifty," he told Harry as they walked to the front of the store. Harry nodded and smiled all the way. He accidentally brushed against the man again as they reached the checkout stand. The man blushed this time. Harry looked away and giggled.
The man rang up his laptop with the protection plan, whatever that was, and then disappeared to pull the laptop out of some kind of secured location. He came back and handed Harry the bag with the laptop inside. Harry thanked him and started walking away.
"Hey, wait, can I ask you something?" the salesman ran to catch up to Harry. Harry stopped and faced the other man.
"Yes," he said looking up with his big green eyes. The man looked nervous.
"Uh, well, I was wondering if you might want to join me for lunch and I could show you all the best things about your new computer," he said quickly. "I'm Steve, by the way," he held out his hand. Harry took it and shook it gently.
"Hi Steve, I'm Harry," he said not too eager to pull his hand back. "And yes, lunch sounds really cool," he said smiling yet again. The guy smiled and pumped Harry's hand.
"Great, I'll go clock out and get my stuff," Steve said, turning to run to the back of the store, stripping off his store-issued vest. He returned quickly and soon he and Harry were sitting at a small table outside of a cafe down the street from the electronics store.
Steve pulled out the laptop and plugged into an outlet located on an outdoor heater. The laptop started charging and Steve put on a presentation for Harry that actually proved quite helpful. Harry told him that he wanted to set up a website where people could book his time. He didn't elaborate and Steve was oblivious as to Harry's true intentions. He explained about websites where people of like professions joined together to share advertising costs. Accountants, hair dressers, anyone who wanted their clients to book services online in advance.
Steve also showed Harry how to host a live web show and how to record videos to post on his own website. After a couple of hours, Draco was bored silly so he decided to wrap things up.
"Well, I really appreciate it, but I've got plans this afternoon," Harry said after the guy finally stopped talking. He smiled, stood up and started leaving. Draco couldn't get out of there fast enough. The guy looked flustered and threw some money on the table and started chasing Harry.
"Hey, wait!" he called out, but Harry disappeared down a busy side street. He kept going, pretending not to hear the guy. He went inside a store and watched unseen as Steve rushed by the window looking for Harry. Draco relaxed, ready to do some shopping. Hopefully that guy didn't track him down. And really, how desperate was this guy?
Draco selected a new wardrobe for Gay Harry. Tight jeans, revealing shirts, pretty much anything that showed off his body. He really wanted to look sexy and poor. Like he really needed the money and really wanted the sex. Afterward, he asked the clerk if there was somewhere he could get on the internet and she mentioned a coffee shop a couple of blocks away. It turned out to be a chain place that was pretty dead in the middle of the afternoon on a weekday.
Harry set up his new computer and started researching everything he could find out about being a male prostitute in London. He found sites that detailed what different sex acts should cost in the city and others that reviewed guys who put out for money. Draco read over the reviews to see what was expected of Harry once he was hired. It actually seemed pretty straightforward--suck and fuck, for the most part.
Finally, he began looking for a website of like-minded professionals like Steve mentioned before. He giggled as he realized that was looking for an online pimp. It didn't take long before he found exactly what he was looking for. It was similar to a dating site, however every date was a `sure thing'. Harry went in the bathroom and changed into one of his new outfits. He put some product in his hair to make it look more intentionally messy, rather than unbrushed, and came back out ready to pose for some pictures for the site.
He smiled for a few and tried several other looks. Draco didn't like how Harry looked in any of them. He looked to rigid, too posed. He tried another shot.
"You should use this one," a voice said over his shoulder and someone clicked on the picture Harry took before he changed his clothes. Harry looked over his shoulder to see the manager of the coffee shop smiling down at him. Harry looked at the picture and had to agree that it was the best one of the lot. He smiled up at the other guy and brushed the hair out of his eyes.
"Thanks," he said smirking. "I'm Harry, by the way," he said looking back at the computer screen. He scrutinized the picture again and then moved to type in some personal information.
"Evan," the guy said, pulling up a chair beside Harry. "You missed this pull down menu," he said showing Harry how to use a pull down menu. "Are you a top, a bottom, or a switch?" he said matter-of-factly. They could have been talking about the weather from outward appearances.
"Uh, a bottom," Harry said smiling shyly. Evan smiled and clicked on 'bottom'. Evan continued clicking on the answers that Harry gave him and typed in information since Harry didn't know how to type. He submitted the form and suddenly Harry's ad was live.
"See, here you are," Evan said showing Harry's ad listed with several others marked 'New'. He clicked on it and showed Harry how someone would book time with him. Evan filled in the information for Harry's first date the next week.
"There, now you have your first date," he said smiling at Harry again.
"What?" Harry asked. Had this guy really just booked a date with Harry? This guy was way too put together to be getting guys on dating websites. He was tall, good looking, had a cute American accent, and had a really nice body. At least that was how Draco judged him through Harry's eyes. He thought most of the guys that would try to pick up Harry would be old, fat, unwashed. At least he'd hoped so. Evan was way too hot for Harry.
"Yeah, see. Here's my profile," Evan clicked on his profile and showed it to Harry. "I met my last boyfriend on this site," he explained. Harry was stunned, but nodded and scanned the profile. He was an American transplant, travelling from city to city opening new locations of the chain coffee shop. He had been in London for three months.
Suddenly, Draco noticed the time. He and Evan had spent the late afternoon chatting and setting up his site and now it was late. He wasn't going to get back to Hogwarts before 5 pm. He would have to hurry and hope that he could get Harry to believe that he fell asleep copying text.
"Hey, I'm looking forward to next Friday, but I've got to get out of here," Harry said to Evan, looking sad, but then smiling.
"I'm looking forward to it, too, Harry," Evan said leaning down and kissing Harry lightly on the lips. "See you next week,' he said, their faces nearly touching. Harry was reluctant to pull away. Someone called Evan's name from the counter. A barista needed an override at the cash register. Evan and Harry both turned to leave.
"Bye Evan, it was a pleasure to meet you," Harry said smiling.
"The pleasure was all mine," Evan said looking lustily into Harry's eyes. Then he turned and jumped over the counter to assist the barista. Harry blushed. He quickly gathered his belongings and exited the shop. He jogged over to the closest apparition point, but the area was cordoned off. He couldn't breach the police line around the area. Someone had died and they were removing the body. Regardless of his pleas, or his attempts to sneak into the area, Harry couldn't get to the apparition point. The next nearest point was over a mile away. He was getting later and later. A car pulled up.
"Need a ride?" the driver called out to him. He looked up and saw that it was a taxi cab. He was vaguely aware that taxis took people around for money.
"Yes," he said, climbing in the back of the cab. He gave the driver the cross streets of the nearest apparition point. Harry sat back in his seat and tried to relax. Draco suddenly remembered where he had seen a taxi cab before. It was in some porno where a guy got in a cab and ended up having sex with the driver.
Harry looked up to see the driver of this taxi. The guy had dark eyes and hair and a darker complexion. Mediterranean, Draco thought, or possibly further east. He stunk of B.O. and spicy food. He was looking at Harry in the rear view mirror. Harry spread his legs somewhat obscenely. He looked up seductively at the eyes watching in the mirror.
"How much to jerk each other off?" the driver asked. Draco couldn't believe it. Just like that, he had Harry's first offer.
"For you," Harry said smiling at the man, "thirty-five," he offered. He tried not to look too eager.
"Okay, I've got that much. I'll get in back," the driver agreed, getting in the back with Harry. Draco had to stop Harry from shaking. This was all happening so fast. The cabbie pulled his dick out and after a moment's hesitation, Harry got out his. The guy grabbed Harry's cock and started jacking him off. Harry swallowed hard and reached out and took the driver's cock in his hand. It was about as long as Harry's but was much thicker and hairier. There were thick, black tufts of hair all over his legs and at the base of his cock.
Harry stroked him quickly and firmly hoping the guy would get off quickly. His breath smelled worse than his B.O. Draco laughed inside. This couldn't be more humiliating for Harry. His first job was jacking off the stinkiest, least hygienic man driving a cab in London that night. And the guy had his hand around Harry's cock. He stroked it sporadically, but Harry's dick was hard anyway. Draco thought Harry was probably getting off on the grossness of the whole thing.
Moments later the guy came in a few streaks across his own lap. Harry squeezed the last of the guy's cum out and let go. His hand was wet with cum. Draco didn't want to wipe his hand on Harry's new jeans, so he sucked and licked his hand clean. Even the cabbie's cum was spicy and quite pungent. The guy hadn't let go of Harry's cock. He started stroking Harry again in earnest a few moments after he came. Soon, in spite of the horribleness of the whole thing, Harry came, too. The guy pointed Harry's cock toward Harry's face but the sprays weren't strong enough to reach his mouth. Draco wondered if there was some kind of training for that.
The guy zipped up his pants and pulled out his wallet. He threw some bills at Harry. "I'll drop you on the next corner, it's about a block from where you need to go," he said getting back in the driver's seat. Harry buttoned up his jeans and counted the money. It was on the mark. He tucked the cash in his front pocket, still not sure what he was going to do with the muggle money.
He got out and walked to the apparition point. He was very late now, but he didn't really care too much anymore about that. He was exhilarated. His expectations had been exceeded in so many ways. He had his first paying customer! He had his first date lined up for the next Friday! He had his first kiss with a guy!
Harry sneaked into Draco's dorm room and levitated his body back to the potions classroom under the invisibility cloak. He sat Harry in his seat and made it look like he was asleep after hours of copying text. But before Draco changed back, he wanted to do one more thing. It had really pissed Draco off when Harry waved his wand in his face during the fake duel. He hated that wand more every time he saw Harry with it. He dropped Harry's pants and grabbed the wand. He spit on it a few times and then started pressing it into Harry's ass slowly. It was slow going, but he pushed it in over half way. Draco would have kept going, but he was pushing it on time as it was. He pulled the wand out and put it back in Harry's holster. Draco smiled and changed back to his own body. What a great day.
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A/N: Hello to all--glad to see you found this story after it was moved over to the bisexual section. Too many hetero references, I guess. I consider this story to be about Draco's gay awakening, as well as Harry's, so I think of it as being a gay story. Not really sure about the reclassification, but hope you're enjoying the story regardless. Email me and we'll chat!