Based on the prompt:
Draco Malfoy needs a Kleenex.
Draco Malfoy Is Not a Woman
Draco's lovely eyes filled with tears.
He sobbed, with all the emotion in his body.
He gushed, with all the salty liquid he possessed.
Harry felt agony wrenching against his soul, as Draco poured his heart out.
Harry wrapped one arm gently around Draco's shoulder, and he turned to face Harry, tear tracks drying on his ethereal face.
He tenderly dabbed with a Kleenex at Draco's face, removing the unwanted fluid.
Harry was so stupid. He should've known Draco was too sensitive for this kind of thing. He should've prepared himself for the shattering of Draco's happiness. He should've… oh bugger! Harry should've locked himself in a closet, and died.
And then, Draco made a hiccupping sound, and signaled that he wanted to speak. Harry stared anxiously down at him, waiting for the guillotine to fall.
"You never told me Muggle chick flicks were so bloody pathetic."
They never watched Titanic again.
oOo
A/N: I guess this is my angry rant on how people always portray Draco as the preppy stereotypical "gay" boy who loves shopping, and Harry is the slightly amused, indulgent, "manly" one.
It just makes me furious when all gay men are characterized like that, or when they make one guy the "wife" in the relationship.
They're equal, okay people? No doms, no "Mr. and Mrs. Potter."
AND NO BLOODY M-PREG! The weaker/younger partner always becomes preggers, and it just… urgh.
End of rant. Thank you for reading, or not reading. Either way.
Oh, and could someone kindly recommend a good Severus fic? I've been in a kinky Potion Master mood lately. :]