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Chapter Seven

For you, there'll be no more crying
For you, the sun will be shining
And I feel that when I'm with you
It's alright, I know it's right

To you, I'll give the world
To you, I'll never be cold
'Cause I feel that when I'm with you
It's alright, I know it's right

- Songbird by Fleetwood Mac


Thanksgiving was less than a week away and Harry had no plans of celebrating it. He and Sirius had celebrated the holiday a handful of times in the past, but this year Sirius had to work.

Draco was currently leaning against Harry reading his latest novel, Anna Karenina, while Harry reclined on the couch, his eyes closed and fingers ghosting through Draco's baby soft hair.

"Harry?" Draco murmured.

"Hmm?" He opened his eyes to see Draco's book lying across his stomach and gray eyes looking up at him.

"I know you said you weren't celebrating Thanksgiving since Sirius has to work, but if you want you can come celebrate it with me."

This was the first time Draco had ever invited Harry to his house. Since the blonde came out to his parents there was no thought in ever going to Draco's.

"Er," faltered Harry. "Won't your parents be there? Well, your mother at least?"

"Yes. Father is coming home which is rather unexpected. I understand if you don't want to meet them."

"And they're letting me come? Just like that?"

Draco flushed and Harry already knew the answer; that he hadn't asked.

"I want them to meet you to show them that I'm happy being with you and being gay. We both know if I asked what their answer would be. Look, I understa-," but Harry interrupted him by placing a finger at his lips.

"Of course I'll come. You just need to tell me what to wear and bring. And maybe having a first-aid kit on hand would be good in case your dad tries to disembowel me."

Draco rolled his eyes and picked up his book again. "And people say I'm the dramatic one."


Harry ran his hand nervously through his hair and looked down at his red tie, making sure it was adjusted right before taking a deep breath and ringing the doorbell.

The door only opened moments later and Harry breathed a sigh of relief at seeing that it was Draco who answered. Draco was dressed in a soft gray sweater and black pants, reminding Harry of when he first met his boyfriend.

"You look great," said Harry, stepping inside the grand foyer where a lighted diamond chandelier hung overhead.

Draco leaned forward, accepting the kiss on his cheek, and raised his eyebrows.

"And you look extremely handsome dressed in all black. Are you going with the sexy and mysterious look tonight? I do hope you aren't trying to impress my mother with that combination since she's currently taken. I, on the other hand," he trailed off, giving Harry a half-lidded look that made Harry's cock grow hard.

"You're impossible, you know that? I highly doubt your mother will be turned on by her gay son's boyfriend. I certainly hope not."

Draco smirked and took him by the hand, leading him up a white marble staircase and then down a long hall.

"Speaking of your parents, where are they?"

Draco waved his hand as if he wasn't worried about the fact that his boyfriend was here in his house, going to meet his parents for the first time and at Thanksgiving dinner no less.

"About. Dinner is at seven so I can show you around a bit." He led Harry into a huge bedroom, probably the size of Harry and Sirius' room combined. It was painted in a dark forest green with black and silver accents throughout.

"Your room is massive. In fact, your house is. I mean, I knew it would be, but it's just different seeing it in person."

"All the better to avoid my parents in."

Harry glanced around the room, surprised to not find any posters of musicals or anything teenage related except for the large stereo system and the books neatly placed on a large bookshelf.

"Have you never really gotten along with them?" Harry asked quietly. Draco rarely mentioned his parents and Harry never wanted to push the issue. He felt that when Draco was ready to tell him more about his past then he would.

The blonde sat down on his bed and Harry sat next to him, grasping the pale hand with long fingers and linking them together.

"You know they were never very affectionate. My parents expect me to take on the Real Estate business and they have since I was young. I'm supposed to be this perfect heir and follow in their footsteps." Draco's hand gripped Harry's tighter and he looked down at his lap.

"When I became interested in musical theatre they thought it was just a phase, just some interest that I would lose when I got older, but I didn't. My mother would indulge me sometimes by taking me to a show or buying me a Broadway CD, but my father never understood it. He knows I'm in Theatre, that it's what I want to do, but he never has been to one of my shows. The past couple years he's been out of town so it doesn't really matter. I remember my freshman year, it was right after he won his case, and he pulled me into his office.

The blonde finally looked up at Harry, his gray eyes glassy with tears.

"He told me that he would never support me if I ever continued to pursue this 'atrocity'. 'You are a man, Draco,' he told me, regardless of the fact that I was only fourteen at the time. 'Young men do not pursue this nonsense. If you continue to do so after you graduate your mother and I will not support you in any way whatsoever. Your duty is to your family and the family business. I won't have any of this musical theatre nonsense in my house.' We haven't spoken of it since, but every once in a while when he's home he'll come in my room to make sure that there aren't any posters or music from a show blaring about."

Harry was furious at Lucius Malfoy. He could never understand how a father could treat his son like that and he wasn't sure how he was now supposed to face the man at dinner.

"I'm sorry, Draco. You know I support you, right?"

Draco laughed somewhat bitterly, but he smiled. "Of course. It would just be nice if my parents accepted me and were proud, but I suppose that's not meant to be."

They fell into silence, both mulling over their own thoughts until Draco asked quietly, "Do you think your parents would be proud of you? Accepted who you were if they were still here?"

Harry, like Draco, barely talked about his parents although for different reasons. Harry hadn't really even known his parents so there wasn't much to talk about whereas Draco had a tumultuous relationship with his own and it was painful for the blonde to discuss.

Harry shrugged. "I dunno. Sirius tells me they would be, that they were pretty accepting people. I'd like to think they're proud and happy for me, but I guess I'll never know."

"Sirius accepts you. That counts."

Harry nodded and smiled, thinking about his godfather. Yes, Sirius was accepting of Harry. Perhaps he didn't fit perfectly into the parenting role, letting Harry stay up too late sometimes and wear shoes in the house, but he was understanding and never faulted Harry for how he was.

"Yeah, it does. And he likes you which is an added bonus."

Draco smirked and Harry leaned over, giving him a soft kiss.

"I suppose we should go down soon," Draco murmured. "I imagine it's close to seven. Ready to meet my parents?"

'Fuck no,' thought Harry, but he only nodded in response. He just hoped Lucius Malfoy didn't give him a reason to try and pummel him.


They were the first to arrive in the dining room and they sat down next to one another at the long table that could hold at least twenty people.

"I thought you didn't tell your parents I was coming?" questioned Harry as he glanced down at his extra place setting.

"You don't think mother cooks dinner and sets up the dining room do you? Oh no, we have help for that. I simply informed them to set an extra place."

"Draco," Harry groaned, knowing that this meeting was not going to go over well since Draco's parents didn't even know Harry was there, but he was interrupted when the door opened. Draco stood up and Harry quickly followed.

Lucius Malfoy entered as if he were a king dressed in all black, his head held high and he didn't walk, but strode while Narcissa Malfoy followed behind, dressed in a red, her hair pinned back with a ruby encrusted broach in her hair. When the two Malfoys saw Draco and Harry they both faltered, pausing momentarily before walking forward towards the end of the table.

"Mother, Father," said Draco calmly. "I invited a guest to dinner since he would be celebrating alone."

Harry would have snorted and rolled his eyes at how formal and pompous Draco sounded, but he knew that around Draco's parents this was normal and expected.

"I see," said Lucius, now standing behind his chair at the head of the table. Harry resisted running his hands through his hair as they all awkwardly stood at the table. "Does your friend," Lucius said, with a sneer. When he stated friend Harry knew in that moment that Draco's father knew that he was not just a friend, but Draco's boyfriend. "Have a name?"

Draco lifted his chin a little higher, gripping the back of his chair tightly signaling that he was nervous.

"His name is Harry Potter and he's my boyfriend."

"Oh!" gasped Narcissa, but Harry didn't look at her. He watched as Lucius' eyes narrowed, first glaring at his son and then his cold gray eyes, the same as Draco's yet entirely different, swept over Harry. The older man's lip curled upwards in a sneer and Harry clenched his jaw in anger.

"H – How lovely," Narcissa could faintly be heard saying.

They all stood in silence, Lucius still glaring at his son while sneering at Harry until a young woman entered the room with plates of soup and salad.

"Should I come back?" she asked quietly.

"No, Melinda," said Narcissa politely, forcing a smile upon her face. "We had a late start and were just sitting down." Narcissa pulled out her chair and sat down, followed by Harry and Draco. Lucius stood for a moment before sitting also.

The starter was excruciating. They ate in complete silence and it wasn't until after Melinda had cleared away the dishes and they all sat biding time that Narcissa finally spoke.

"Harry, dear," she said politely, catching everyone's attention at the address. "Whatever made you move to the States? I can tell from your accent that you're from England."

"My godfather received a job offer as a surgeon and he's from the U.S. originally."

"How lovely," she stated. "And your parents? You don't live with them?"

Harry felt Draco's hand grasp his own and he smiled tightly at Narcissa.

"They died when I was very young so I live with my godfather."

"I'm so sorry," Draco's mother responded and they fell into silence once more, but thankfully didn't have to wait long until the main course was served with turkey, dressing, a variety of vegetables, and cranberry sauce.

"How are your studies, Draco?" Lucius asked, his tone coming out harshly.

"Fine, Father."

"All A's I hope?"

"Of course."

'Ahh,' thought Harry, as he took a bite of sweet potatoes. 'So they're that kind of parents'. The kind who had higher expectations than any child could really achieve, although Harry wasn't surprised that Lucius and Narcissa fell into that category.

"Harry, you mentioned your godfather was from the States. What part?" asked Draco's mother after they had been eating silently for several minutes.

"From here actually. He left a number of years ago and has only recently returned with our move."

"Really?" she replied interestedly.

Harry glanced at Draco and could see him close his eyes as if in pain, both knowing where this line of questioning was going. Thankfully Melinda came out to clear their plates and Narcissa paused as the young woman moved about before leaving once more. "Our family has been here since the town's beginning so I'm sure we know him. What's his name?"

"Um," began Harry, looking at Draco first and then back to Narcissa. He could see Lucius looking at him critically with his narrowed eyes and thin lips. "Sirius Black."

Narcissa's eyes widened and she let out a gasp while Lucius hissed, "What?"

"Sirius Black?" Narcissa repeated faintly. Harry could only nod in response.

He had thought the dinner hadn't gone so well so far, but now he knew for a fact that it was going terribly. Narcissa quickly excused herself and he heard Draco groan faintly beside him. Lucius rose and looked at Draco, glaring daggers at first his son and then Harry.

"Draco. Meet me in my study in ten minutes." Lucius promptly left out the door that Narcissa had gone through and Harry looked at Draco, finding his boyfriend's blonde head propped in the palm of his hand.

"That was awful," Draco said. He turned his head and peered at Harry. "I'm sorry I asked you here since I'm sure you would've rather stay at home than be traumatized by my parents."

Harry turned in his seat and leaned forward so that his elbows were balanced on his knees and he let his hands fall gently before him.

"Hey, we knew this would all happen eventually and we knew it wouldn't be pretty. I'm sure your dad tried to kill me with his eyes a few times and your mum seemed alright up until the fact I told her Sirius was my godfather. I can go explain to her that he doesn't intend to take over your all's business or anything."

Draco smiled and turned so that he was facing Harry, his hands reaching for the stronger tanner ones.

"No, I'll explain it to her eventually. I'm sure father is talking to her now and he'll be shouting at me later. He's going to kill me."

"No he won't, Draco. And if anything happens you know I'm here for you. So is Sirius."

Draco gave a rather grim smile before sighing and looking at his watch.

"I suppose I should rather go and face my doom." They both stood up and Harry pulled Draco into his arms tightly before kissing him on the lips.

"Thanks, Harry. For putting up with me and my family. I know it wasn't a pleasant dinner."

"It's ok. It's over so let's not worry about it, alright?"

Draco nodded into Harry's chest and then pulled away. "If you want you can wait in my room. You remember where it's at, right?"

Harry gave a nod in reply as they exited the dining room, their fancy shoes clicking against the dark hardwood floors.

"I'll see you soon. Hopefully," Draco added and then he turned down a hallway, disappearing out of sight.

Harry sighed, reaching up to loosen his tie, thankful that at least the initial meeting of Draco's parents was over.

Taking his time, he slowly walked down the hall towards the front foyer where the grand staircase was at. He had just passed one of many doors when Narcissa Malfoy walked out. Both of their eyes widened in surprise and Harry stopped, not quite sure what to say to the woman. Her eyes were red as if she had been crying and a piece of blonde hair had fallen out of place.

"Mrs. Malfoy," began Harry, not quite sure what her reaction would be. He thought maybe she would glare at him like Lucius or begin spitting out hateful words, but she remained standing in place, just looking at him.

"Draco and I never meant to deceive you by not telling you who my godfather was. Sirius has no intention of ever taking over your real estate business." He glanced at her and when she still didn't say anything he said, more softly, "He left for a reason, to escape his family. The only reason he came back was for his job at the hospital, I promise."

Narcissa nodded and then began to walk past him, her gold high-heels clicking against the floor. Harry sighed, not realizing that she had stopped.

"Thank you."

It was said softly, but it was audible enough that Harry heard it.

When the noise of her heels was no longer audible, he finally made his way towards Draco's room.


Harry had been lying on Draco's bed, flipping through an old copy of The Great Gatsby when Draco came in, two plates of pumpkin pie in his hand. He said nothing as he handed a plate to Harry and immediately began to take huge bites of his own piece.

Tentatively, Harry took a bite while still looking at his boyfriend.

"Draco," he said softly. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

"Not really," Draco mumbled after he finished swallowing a bite. "But I guess I should tell you."

Harry set down his plate on a stand that was next to Draco's bed and he crawled next to the blonde, pushing his plate aside and pulling him so that they were lying on the bed, Harry's arms entwined around Draco's waist.

"I knew what to expect. First off he yelled at me for inviting over a guest without telling them, especially on Thanksgiving. Then he was furious that I invited my boyfriend over. He was so mad I thought he was going to hit me. He's never done it before, but I've never seen him this angry."

Harry held Draco tighter, vowing that if Lucius Malfoy or anyone for that matter ever put their hands on his boyfriend they wouldn't get away with it.

"And of course Sirius was brought up. He couldn't believe that I would subject my mother to that, as if it was me plotting against her so she would lose the business. Like I had hidden this from them and was conspiring with you all."

"That's ridiculous," stated Harry. "I suppose I should mention I saw your mother walking back and explained to her. She didn't really say anything, but she didn't lash out at me like I'm sure your father wants to."

Draco turned into Harry's chest so the dark haired teen's chin was resting on fair hair. "Mother is more reasonable once the initial emotional turmoil has passed."

They fell into silence, only the sounds of their even breathing being heard until Draco quietly began to speak.

"Father said he was so ashamed of me, that he couldn't understand how I turned out like this. I know he was talking about a myriad of things like me being gay and liking musical theatre, but it hurts hearing it. I could hear the disappointment and loathing in his voice – for me, his own son."

Hot tears began to roll down Draco's cheeks and Harry softly brushed them away with the thumbs of his hands.

"He also said that the only reason the papers hadn't printed anything about you and I was he had been paying them off to avoid a scandal. He couldn't have his heir being slandered as a queer in the paper and ruin his and mother's name."

Harry was never very good with dealing with emotions so when Draco began to cry, soft sobs coming from the blonde in his arms, he only held him tighter and tried to tell him everything would be alright.

"If you ever feel like you need to stay somewhere else you know you can stay with me," Harry told him.

Draco had finally calmed down enough that the tears had subsided. He gave a nod and held Harry tighter.

"Thank you."

Harry sat up, gently extricating himself from Draco and reaching for both of their plates.

"Now," he began. "Isn't pumpkin pie the most traditional Thanksgiving dessert? And we've yet to finish ours."

Draco sat up and gave a half-smile, reaching for his plate. "That's true. We still have a whole other pie down in the kitchen too."

"Perfect," stated Harry, taking a bite of his before adding, "that means we can have all the pie we want."

Draco laughed and then leaned over, looking into Harry's green eyes as he gave him a kiss.

"You're perfect, you know that?" he said.

Reaching around to pull Draco's head closer, Harry smiled. "So are you."


Draco's father had left town the following day following the disastrous Thanksgiving debacle. Things seemed to go back to normal and the family problems were pushed aside for the moment, especially since the announcement of the parts for Fame. The parts had been given out the week they returned from Thanksgiving break and, as expected, Draco got the lead male role of Nick Piazza while the lead female role of Serena went to a sophomore girl named Rachel which caused Lavender Brown to be furious.

"You're giving me the role of Carmen?" the girl shrieked. "She's a druggie and dies!"

"All the best do," sneered Draco with an added smirk. The girl glared daggers back and began to complain to the nearest person willing to listen.

Blaise received the role of Tyrone which came to no surprise for many since Blaise was a natural dancer and it fit the role perfectly while Pansy would play the role of the ballet dancer, Iris, who was one of Tyrone's love interests.

When Harry received his part of Jose or 'Joe', he had honestly been surprised. Draco had haughtily told him that he was right, that 'of course he would get a main part', but Harry had never expected it. Joe was also an aspiring actor who added comic relief to the show and even had his own song.

"Unfortunately for you," said Draco the day they got their scripts and were walking out to Draco's car, "you have to work with Lavender seeing as you have a crush on her in it."

"And thankfully it's unreturned so I don't have to work with her that much. You know I prefer platinum blondes who can write an encyclopedia on musicals and have fancy BMW's."

Draco grinned and gave Harry a kiss, their tongues slowly exploring and tasting each other before they broke away.

That had been a week ago. Harry was currently sitting in his Physics class with Ron and Hermione, both of whom were giving him strange glances and looks to each other.

"What's going on?" he asked. "You two have been looking at me weird this entire time and it looks like you know something."

"Well, it's not bad per se," began Hermione, her eyes darting to Ron for reassurance.

"Everyone already knows," the redhead added.

"What are you two talking about?"

Hermione sighed and then reached down into her bag, handing Harry a paper. He took and unfolded it, noting at the top it was the Life & Style section.

"Page Three," she told him quietly.

Harry flipped to it and instantly he saw what she was talking about. There was a photo of Harry and Draco up close as they kissed in front of Draco's car that day they had been told what part they had in the play.

"Oh God," Harry muttered, looking at the headline and then reading the short article.

MALFOY HEIR GAY?

Draco Malfoy, son of defense lawyer Lucius Malfoy and Black Family Real Estate's Narcissa Black Malfoy, was recently spotted kissing another boy at James Madison High School. When questioning fellow students at the school about Mr. Malfoy's orientation it came to no surprise for many. "He's been dating Potter for almost two months now," one student commented. "Really it was no surprise that he's gay. He's in Musical Theatre, after all."

So who exactly is Draco Malfoy's boyfriend? Harry Potter hails from England and recently moved back with his godfather, the estranged Sirius Black of Black Family Real Estate and cousin to Narcissa Black Malfoy. It's to be assumed that the Malfoy family knows of their son's sexual orientation and boyfriend, but one wonders what they think of it. When trying to reach the Malfoy family there was no comment.

He looked at the photo in the paper, grudgingly admitting that it was a good photo of them, but he was positive that Draco had told him that his father had paid people to keep Draco's sexual orientation out of it. Obviously something had gone awry because Harry knew that Lucius would do everything in his power to be sure his family's name was in good standing in society.

"Can I keep this?" Harry asked Hermione.

"Of course," she answered quickly, still darting glances at him and then back to Ron.

Thankfully the bell rang and he and Hermione were off to English where they would see Draco.

As he quickly walked down the hall he caught sight of his boyfriend and called his name.

"Hey," greeted Draco, smiling. "What's got you in a fluster?"

"Have you seen the paper?"

The smile immediately vanished and Draco seemed to pale even more than he already was.

"What do you mean?" he cautiously asked and instead of replying Harry simply handed him the paper.

Instead of shying away from Harry and saying self-demeaning things as Harry thought Draco would, the teen just handed the paper back to Harry.

"I don't know how it got out, but I'm not ashamed of who I am. My parents are, but it's not as if I've been trying to hide us."

"So you're ok and not upset?" Harry asked, surprised at Draco's reaction.

The blonde shrugged, looking up at Harry. "You don't care people know, right?"

"Of course not!" he shouted, causing people to glance at them. Lowering his voice and stepping closer to Draco he said, "You know I don't care. I never did or will. I wasn't sure if this would upset you, but I'm glad you're fine with it."

"My father isn't here so he can't do anything, but be furious from afar. I'm sure whoever reported it will hear from him and ever since Thanksgiving my mother hasn't said anything about what happened or you. She may now, but what can she tell me? She's disappointed and angry? I've already heard it from my father."

Harry wrapped an arm around Draco's shoulders and they started towards their English classroom.

"How about you come over tonight?" said Harry, changing the topic to get their minds away from Draco's family. "We can order some food and practice our lines."

Draco leaned into Harry, thankful that the other boy was in his life.

"Sounds lovely."