My dearest apologies for the lack of update for a really long time! I was so busy with school and I haven't had the chance or motivation to write all term. But it's the holidays now and I finally had the time to work on this! I have a feeling that this isn't my best, but I'm hoping you enjoy it!


"Draco... Psst!"

I slowly opened my eyes and squinted. The brightness from outside was spilling through the windows and it made my eyes ache. Harry was sitting on my stomach with his legs on either side of me.

"Mmph?" I mumbled incoherently.

He laughed softly. "Come and get some breakfast, babe."

I sat up and rubbed my eyes tiredly, before leaning back on my elbows. Harry wrapped his arms around torso and pressed his nose into my neck.

"Wake up!" He whispered, his lovely voice carrying straight to my ears.

I rolled my eyes and laughed softly. "Be patient, Harry. I only just woke up."

He sighed dramatically and rolled off me so that he was lying next to me instead.

"I can't wait to take you down to the Great Hall again! Last night was brilliant."

I leant over and kissed him on the lips.

"And I can't wait to be taken down to the Great Hall. Just give me a minute to get up properly, yeah?"

Harry poked his tongue out at me and I took my chance to grab it between my teeth. He began to laugh, the smooth vibrations coming from his throat filling my mouth. I let go and raised my eyebrows arrogantly. Harry gave me a gentle push.

"Twat." He growled.

"You love it," I purred, pressing his lips to mine.

x x x

We made our way to the Great Hall after Harry's annoying persistence.

"Should we sit at the Slytherin table today?" He joked.

I gave a slight laugh and nodded. "Great idea, if you want to get beaten up."

Just as we reached the doors to the Great Hall, we bumped into Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise. I noticed Blaise tense and Goyle fists were turning an alarming white.

"We were waiting for the moment we would see you and your... your... boyfriend together." Crabbe hissed.

I felt my body go completely stiff and Harry put a hand on my shoulder protectively.

"Don't give in to them," He whispered, ever so careful not to let them hear.

I inhaled deeply and just as Goyle raised his arm to hit me, Professor McGonagall interrupted.

"Excuse me, I'd like to get past and I'd appreciate it if you stepped aside." She glanced briefly at Harry and I could have sworn she gave him a discreet wink.

"We were just leaving," muttered Blaise.

Professor McGonagall nodded and gave us a small smile before she entered the Great Hall.

Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise trudged off and Harry and I swiftly made our way to the Gryffindor table.

"Alright, Harry, Draco?" Ron greeted as we sat down.

"Hey, mate." Harry replied, tucking into the bowl of porridge in front of him.

Hermione was reading a large, leather-bound book, rather urgently I noticed.

"What's the hurry, Mione?" I asked, giving her a stupid grin as she looked up.

She poked her tongue out at me. "There's no hurry. I'm just really enjoying this book, is all."

I shrugged and continued eating.

"Ron and I are going to play some Quidditch today," Harry said as he turned to me. "So I was thinking that you and Hermione could hang out."

I nodded. "Sounds good. It's been a while since just you and I have hung out, hasn't it, Hermione?"

She looked up from her book and nodded.

"Yeah, it has been. I kind of miss you, Draco." Said Hermione with a giggle.

I had missed Hermione quite a bit, too. School was starting to get increasingly tougher and I spent most of my free time with Harry, when I wasn't trying to catch up on sleep or fit in an extra bit of homework. Of course, we did spend time with Ron and Hermione also, but we mostly just did things as separate couples.

The talk I had with Hermione about Harry by the Black Lake seemed so long ago and in a way, it was.

I remembered when I came out to Hermione, when she had kissed me and when I had confessed my love for Harry.

It all seemed so long ago and my heart panged with longing nostalgia.

After we finished breakfast, Ron and Harry headed off to the common room to get into appropriate gear for Quidditch and Hermione and I made our way to the library.

"We need to study, Draco!" Hermione said, once I'd incredulously questioned her setting of choice.

We arrived at the library and sat at a table towards the back of the library.

"Well, this is nice, isn't it?" said Hermione, giving me an awkward grin.

I laughed softly. "There's not much to talk about, is there?" I stated truthfully.

Hermione let out a nervous laugh and nodded. "Not really, no. I feel like we've drifted a lot ever since I got Ron and you got Harry. I kind of miss you, Draco. I feel like we're not best friends anymore."

I grabbed her hand. "I feel exactly the same way! Look, we're best friends... We shouldn't be feeling this way! We just need to get the conversation going."

She nodded. "Yes... Yes, I suppose you're right. Okay. How are you?"

I laughed loudly, which attracted a grouchy Madame Pince, who promptly shushed me crossly.

"Sorry," I apologised.

Madam Pince let out a low 'hmph' and set off on her way.

"What was so funny about that?" Hermione asked.

"It's just that... It was kind of a stupid question to ask, if you don't mind me saying," I stated, laughing softly.

Hermione laughed and nodded. "Okay, it was a stupid question. But I'd like to see you try and come up with something better!"

"Um... How are things with Ron?"

Hermione smiled. "Good. Things are really good. How are you and Harry? Is anyone giving you trouble?"

"Things are good, also. No one stares, except for a few rude First Years and no one has really been too negative about it, except for Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise." My voice trembled.

Hermione gave me a sympathetic look and put her hand on mine. I took a deep breath and tried to settle my wavering voice.

"It's just really hard, you know? I'm too afraid to go back to my own common room. I know I can't show my face there for a least a week. I'm too afraid of what they might do to me."

A tear fell down my cheek and I hastily wiped it away.

"Oh, Draco," Hermione said, her voice oozing with pain. "I'm so sorry. They'll come around. It'll just take some time for them to get used to it. It's quite unfair, they shouldn't need time to come around, but unfortunately that's just the way things work. But just know that Ron, Ginny, Luna, Neville, all of the Gryffindors still love you. I still love you."

I nodded gratefully. "And I love you. This is hard, but I'm happy. These past two months have been the happiest of my life."

"Good," Hermione smiled. "That's the way you should feel. Just think of how happy you are with Harry and forget about all of the negativity you're receiving from others. They just have to deal with it and get over it."

I leant over the table to give her a hug. She hugged back, patting my back comfortingly.

After we broke apart, I saw tears streaming down her face.

I gasped. "Don't cry, Hermione! I'll be fine!"

She gave me a sad smile and nodded. "You're so strong, Draco."

I nodded gratefully. "Thank you."

We sat in silence for a while, just enjoying the company of each other.

And that's when I realised something very important. I gasped.

"What?" Hermione asked, looking up at me.

"My... My father..."

Hermione gasped and put a hand over her mouth. "Oh, Draco..."

I think she knew perfectly well what it meant. If my father found out about Harry and myself... I'm pretty sure he'd disown me.

"It'll... It'll be fine. Maybe your dad will love you anyway."

I shook my head. "I don't think so. Maybe my mother, if I'm lucky. But there is no way that my dad is approving of this."

The thought of this made me begin crying.

"Draco, as much as I want to be here for you, I think you need to have this discussion with Harry. Why don't I go fetch him? You stay here, okay?"

I nodded. "But hurry," I choked before she left.

Hermione nodded, gave me a kiss on the cheek and hurried out of the library.

I didn't know how long I stayed there, but all I knew was that the tears wouldn't stop coming.

Would my father make us break up? Would he hurt Harry? But did I even need to tell him?

Of course I did. There was no hiding this. I knew things were still early, but I had a feeling that this was going to last.

Perhaps my father would just leave us be? I knew that this was highly unlikely, but I was trying to keep myself calm.

Just the thought of having to leave Harry or anything of the sort was enough for me to break out into full-on hysterical sobbing.

Finally, Harry arrived, hurriedly making his way to me.

"Draco," He whispered, wrapping his strong arms around me. "What's up?"

I sniffled. "If my father finds out about us... He'll kill you. I have no doubt that he'd do it."

Harry took a seat in the chair next to me and pulled me into his lap. "No, he won't. I won't let him. And besides, who says he has to know?"

I buried my face into his chest. "He has ways, Harry. You don't know what he's capable of."

Harry placed a finger under my chin and gently pushed my face up so that I was looking him in the eye. "Listen, I won't let it happen. I love you too much. You're my world, Draco. I won't let him take that away from me. I love you."

"I love you, too. But what if this is something more? What if..." I trailed off, looking down embarrassedly.

"Hmm?"

"What if we got married someday? What then?"

Harry laughed and gave me a quick kiss. "You're cute, you know that? Well, if we did get married, then your father would just have to deal with it. Nothing will ever stop me from loving you, babe."

I nodded and wiped my nose on my sleeve.

"Good lad, no more tears. I can't stand to see you cry."

I smiled and gave Harry a long but sweet kiss.

"Hermione stayed behind with Ron on the Quidditch field, so I'm assuming it's going to be just us for the rest of the afternoon. Do you want to do anything?"

I shook my head. "I just want to sit here with you."

Harry smiled and kissed me once more. "Maybe we should get married." He said, giving me a cheeky wink.

I poked my tongue out at him. "I was only saying, you prat. We're only fourteen, so it's not like we've made a huge commitment, right?"

Harry shrugged. "Right. But if you did want to get married, you know, after we graduate or whatever... I wouldn't be opposed to that."

I stared at Harry. "Really? But what if we break up within the next year?"

Harry shrugged again. "Well, then we won't get married, will we? Or maybe we will anyway, just to piss off your father." He said, giving me a cheeky little look.

I rolled my eyes. "You're a bit of a twat sometimes, you know?"

"Only for you, babe." Harry said, giving me a gentle kiss.

We eventually grew bored of doing nothing, so we ventured back to the Gryffindor common room in silence.

I was busy thinking about my father and what his reaction would be if he found out that I was gay. The most likely consequence would be that he'd disown me and kick me out of the house. The thought of that scared me.

Where would I stay? What would I do? Would my mother try to save me?

I couldn't live with Harry, not with his Muggle family. I wasn't too close with Ron and I couldn't imagine his family wanting me, not after everything my father has done to them.

But maybe... Maybe Hermione would be willing to accommodate me? After all, she was my best friend. Sure, her parents were Muggles, but how bad could that be? There was the problem that I was a boy, but I was gay! They couldn't worry about anything going on then.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I told my father. Maybe I could even take Harry home with me to introduce them! And if my father felt it necessary to kick me out, then I'd be prepared and I'd just have to deal with it.

Yes. I had decided that I would tell my parents. I would send them an owl that night, informing them that I'd be home for the holidays and that I would be bringing a friend with me.

I was starting to think that this was a very bad idea and I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in my stomach, but I pushed it to the back of my mind and I focused on how amazing it would be for Harry to stay at mine for the holidays.