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Train-Christmas Holidays

"Did you see their faces, Draco? They hate us! They hate me! They're disgusted," Harry said, close to tears. Though he didn't like having a lot of attention focused on him, he hated having everyone hate him even more.

"They don't hate us. They just need time to get used to the idea of a Slytherin and a Gryffindor being together."

Harry laid his head on Draco's shoulder. Ron, who sat on the seat across from them, let out a strangled gasp.

"Something wrong, Weasley?" Draco snapped, his arm wrapping around Harry, pulling him closer.

"No," he said quickly, his voice high pitched. "Nothing at all." Despite his words, he set a pleading look to Harry, who laughed and sat up.

The compartment was in near silence, the only sound was that of the train. Only Harry and Draco seemed to be at ease. Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise Zabini sat stiffly next to Draco. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny sat on the seats opposite them, paler than usual and refusing to so much as blink in fear the Slytherins would take advantage of it.

Draco glared at Ron, clearly not happy. "You might as well get used to it, Weasley," he said. "I'm dating Harry and you'll either have to deal or leave." His tone clearly said that he'd prefer the later.

"Be nice, Draco. Ron, I know you don't like him, but please try to get along and not freak out whenever we kiss or hug." He looked at Hermione. "And the same for you. I want us all to be happy."

Hermione stood up and walked to the door. Before leaving, she said, "How can I be happy when you'll end up regretting this? You don't love Malfoy and I can't stand that you're with him and not with who you really want to be with."

After the door closed behind her, Draco asked in a hard voice, "What is she talking about?"

For a moment, Harry didn't speak. When he finally did, his voice was low. "At the beginning of the year, she got the impression that I liked someone. I thought that, if she hadn't realized that I didn't like him, she'd at least not bring it up, especially around you. Don't worry about it."

Draco stared at him, his gaze questioning. Neither had noticed that Ron had hurriedly followed Hermione out, sensing that Harry was about to prove his affection.

Leaning forward slightly, Harry kissed him. "Don't worry about it, Draco."

Draco cupped his check. "You're not going to leave me for this mystery man?"

"There is no mystery man."

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James stood next to Sirius and Remus on Platform 9 ¾, waiting for the train to arrive. A few feet away stood Lilly, clearly not happy with his unexpected appearance.

Harry, though, had asked him to meet him there and he wasn't going to miss the chance to see his son when he knew that Lily would limit his visits with Harry, despite what she had promised.

He looked at his two friends with a worried expression. Their heads were together and they were focused on whatever they were whispering about. Though he was concerned, he knew better than to ask what was going on.

When the train pulled in ten minutes later, he kept an eye out for Harry, who emerged from the train not too long after it stopped, a blonde's arm wrapped around him. Both were using magic to carry their trunks behind them.

As soon as Harry saw James, he broke way from Draco and hurried to give him a hug. "Dad! How are you doing? I'm glad you haven't killed yourself in the kitchen." He glanced at Remus, who'd stopped talking with Sirius at the sound of Harry's voice. "Thanks for helping him out. He would've starved otherwise."

Remus smiled at him and hugged him, then Sirius threw his arms around Harry, dramatically announcing so that the entire platform could hear, how much he'd missed him. Remus rolled his eyes at the antics, but kept smiling happily.

When Sirius finally let go of Harry, they noticed that Draco had appeared next to them, his parents behind him. Lily had moved up next to James, her eyes wide.

Harry took a hold of Draco's hand and said, "Dad, Mum, this is Draco." Draco's parents were staring at Harry with worried expressions.

"Draco, honey," his mother said, "What about Pansy?"

"Mother, I told you and Father before that I didn't want her. I'm happy with Harry."

"We'll talk about this at home, Draco," Lucius said. "Get your things and come along."

Harry and Draco had decided to spend the first two weeks of holidays at their own homes so that Harry could sort out his living arrangements. They kissed each other goodbye and Harry watched as they apperated before turning to Lily.

"I want to live with Dad," was all he said. No hello, no hugs.

"James can't take care of you, Harry. He's just like an overgrown kid."

Harry sent James a pleading look. James looked to be in thought for a moment before nodding.

"It's what he wants, Lily. I think we can figure everything out."

"We already agreed that he'd come with me."

"And it was a mistake. He's old enough to choose who he lives with."

"That's what I said!" Sirius aid in an exasperated voice. "It took you long enough to see it!"

The look Remus sent him clearly said to shut up.

"I won't allow it!" Lily said, close to yelling. Around them, the many families who had come to pick up their kids, were drawing closer to see what was going on.

"You can't stop me, Mum," Harry said gently. "I'm living with Dad. I've lived at Godric's Hollow since I was born. I don't want that to change now."

Lily glared at James. "It's not a good idea for him to live alone with you. Nothing good can come of it."

His temper finally getting the better of him, James said, "Shut up, Lily. You know, I like to think that you loved me all these years, but if you keep thinking that…" he shook his head, then looked at Harry. "Come on, lets go home."

Harry smiled and apperated; James, Sirius, and Remus followed.

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Once James appeared in the living room, Harry threw his arms around him again. "Thanks, Dad."

James hugged him back. "About Lily finding out that you're gay…"

Harry backed away. "It doesn't matter. We both know that I never would've gotten the courage to tell her myself. Besides, it's the reason Draco learned and asked me out."

A curious look on his face, James asked, "I've been wondering about that. The last I had heard, you hated him. Why'd you say yes?"

Blushing, Harry said defensively, "No reason, really. He isn't as bad as he used to be and I decided to give him a chance."

James sat down on the couch, the blush on Harry's face answer enough. "I hope you know that I'm still not that good at cooking and cleaning. You won't regret staying with me, will you?" He asked, changing the subject.

Harry looked around at the mess in the living room and shook his head. "Never, Dad. Besides, if I get tired of living with you this Christmas, I can find my own place after graduating. I have some money saved up from working at Fred and George's joke shop last summer.

"For now, though, I think we should make sure you can live through next semester without me, mum, or Moony to take care of you."

"What are you going to do? Teach me yourself?" He asked, a bit sarcastic.

"Of course. Those few weeks that I spend at the Weasley's over the summer, Mrs. Weasley had taken to teaching Ron and me how to cook…Hermione had to threaten us with studying to get us to agree, though."

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I hoped you liked it. I was going to update over the weekend, but I ended up staying home and couldn't. One of these days, I'll force my mom and step-dad to get the internet so I can update easier…until then I'll complain 24/7 until they give in. Now, hit the go button down below and tell me what you think!