"I mean—not really," Harry says. "My head was all sorts of fucked up in school, you know that. And it wasn’t just war stuff, and Voldemort stuff, and Ministry stuff—it was this stuff, too. Sexuality stuff." Draco nods. Harry continues. "I remember when I was a kid, my Aunt and Uncle used to watch this Muggle soap. EastEnders?" He waves a hand. "Anyway. There was this new storyline—where this bloke, this character... he was like, discovering his queerness, you know? He was figuring out that he was gay. And they screened a kiss between him and this other man, the first ever gay kiss on telly I think. Maybe. And I just remember my Uncle Vernon standing up so fast he knocked over his pint from the side table when he rushed to switch it off. He kept going on and on about how disgusting it was. So I guess I got it into my head that boys kissing was disgusting and wrong and I shouldn’t ever think about it." Harry frowns. "Not that I ever had, up until then."