A momentary trace of surprise flashed across Harry's features, but it disappeared as soon as it had showed when Harry clenched his teeth. He swallowed hard, completely enraged by what Draco was insinuating, and Harry's shoulders tensed up in a way that indicated that he was on the brink of closing the distance between them.<br/>He wanted to answer, he wanted to spit like Draco was spitting at him, he wanted to be the one to yell not being yelled at; however, when he wanted to correct Draco, the words didn't come. Though Harry's hands were balled up in fists and dangerously close to acting, in the middle of his rage he was at a loss for words. Of course it wasn't because Draco was gay, but Harry didn't know how to express what it was.<br/>He was absolutely infuriated by the sight of Draco towering on the bleachers, but a brief moment, his tension dissolved as he realised he had no good answer to give. Slightly surprised by that realisation, Harry frowned and looked away while he yanked at the strap of his bag.<br/>"I'm not doing this," he muttered tensely, before continuing past the bleachers, absolutely relieved by the fact that, for once, Draco wouldn't be home.