it-started-over-drarry:

“I cannot believe this,” Draco says. He both looks and sounds outraged. “I cannot — believe — I mean, there I was, in the throes of my adolescent sexuality crisis, without an adult on that whole campus to talk to — well, none but Madam Hooch, anyway, who doesn’t count, Potter, let me tell you. What a terrible conversation that was, I’m loathe to even think of it, it honestly very nearly drove me right back into the closet — and there was Dumbledore! Up in his ivory tower! Gay!” He throws himself into a slouch against the back of the booth, scowling and crossing his arms. “What kind of commitment is that to bettering the lives of the next generation, I ask you? That man was a blight on our education and I won’t hear a word of argument.”

What we pretend we can’t see by gyzym.