A/N: Read and Review! I had fun writing this and I hope you have fun reading it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

One person had found out. Now the whole school knew. I walked into the Great Hall and people stared. Whispers started at the door and spread throughout the room. People glared. People giggled. I made my way to the Slytherin table, and suddenly there wasn't any room left. Boys who used to be my friends either wouldn't look at me or gave me a glare so spiteful I didn't dare go near them.

I didn't want to be here.

I headed for the door.

"Wait, Scor."

I turned.

Albus was standing on the bench. "Hey!" He called, loudly enough so he could be heard over everyone's talking. He waited for the chatter to die out. Heads turned. "You're going to look at Scorpius like that, whisper behind his back, just because he's gay? Well I've got news for you. Scorpius is my boyfriend. So if you want to whisper about someone, whisper about me. Because I'm gay too."

Whispers flew around the Great Hall, but died out quickly, as someone at the Gryffindor table stood on a bench, too.

It was James.

"Anyone who says anything to my little brother has to answer to me." He snapped, "Don't talk about him, or his boyfriend. You want someone you can really talk about?" He drew himself up, seeming to double in height. "I'm gay. Talk about that."

Albus stared, then, meekly, sat back down. James hesitated before getting off the bench as well. The whispering increased.

"Thanks, Al." I said, avoiding the looks of our fellow Slytherins.

"James is gay?" He muttered incredulously, "James is gay? James. My older brother, James. James?"

"Yeah, Al." James forced his way between Albus and the girl sitting next to him. He ruffled his little brother's hair.

"What– really?"

James laughed. "Really." He looked appraisingly between me and Albus. "But really, Al? A Malfoy?"

"Oh, bugger off, Potter." I said, actually quite relieved the Potters had spoken up on my behalf.

He smirked. "You're actually pretty cute together, although if you tell anyone I said that I'll kill you."

Albus seemed to have regained some of his mind. "Wait, so do you have a boyfriend, then?"

James hesitated. "Sort of."

"Sort of? What does that mean?"

James stood, ruffling Al's hair again. "Later, little brother." He headed for the door.

"Hey, Potter!" I caught up with him in the entrance hall.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"Whatever." He turned to go.

"No– you didn't have to do that. I mean, Al may have, but you didn't."

James shrugged. "Hafta look out for my little brother."

"But you didn't have to."

"Maybe not. But I did."

"Are you really, or did you just say–"

"If I wasn't gay, I would've just stood on the table and screamed at them all." James said, "Look, I still don't like you. I still really don't like you." He pulled out his wand, holding it loosely at his side. "If you hurt him, I'll kill you."

"If I hurt him, I'll kill myself before you get the chance." I said, "I'm not going to."

"Doesn't mean I'm not going to threaten you." James said, "I'd do it for Lily, I'll do it for Al. And I will kill you if you hurt him."

"I don't doubt it. But I couldn't live with myself if I did."

"Good. We won't have any issues, then." James turned and started up the staircase, towards Gryffindor tower. I turned back toward the Great Hall and saw Al standing by the door. He crossed to me quickly.

"We don't have to hide anymore."

"No. We don't."

We joined hands, and, together, walked back into the Great Hall.