My mother was just discharged from the hospital a few hours ago. I want to take the time to thank all of you for waiting and the encouraging words I cannot begin to convey how much it meant to me. Here you go I shall be witting more soon.

Chapter 10 of

Falling in Love with the Golden Boy

The World can Sod Off

They don't see through these eyes, they don't feel with this heart

I don't care what they do, nothing's gonna stop me loving you

I don't care what they say, I'm gonna love you anyway.

Delta Goodrem I don't Care

My duel trained hands drummed to the rhythm of "My Name is Lincoln" against the dense wood of the Slytherin table as I impatiently awaited the appearance of my newly appointed boyfriend. Regarding my surroundings I took in the fact that my godfather was oddly late as well, Lupin looked worse for wear which could only be due to the rapidly approaching full moon, and Pansy and Blaise had at some moment sat down in front of me and were now squabbling away on the choice of vacation. I had to hand it to Blaise he was steadfast in his pick grievously against a Parkinson who was gifted and taught from parturition the ways of a silver tongue his efforts were futile. Just as I was about to humph about and do a great deal of pouting in the most noble of ways he walked in. He was flanked by a smiling Hermione who was gripping the forearm of a rather disgruntled looking Weasley who kept muttering something at Hermione and the way her smile tightened around the edges showed that the comments were of deprecation. I took this as a sign that last night's "talk" was an utter failure. Bringing my eyes towards him willow melt mercury in a burst of colors and the line of pearls on his face widened considerably as he changed his stride towards me. For a passing moment I wondered if the internal circus that was hosting itself inside my abdomen and decided to take up permanent residence would bother me. Not really.

"Hi."

"Hey, so when will we be rid of this tension?"

"I don't know, I guess you could walk me to class, hold hands, nor-."

Poor Harry was never able to finish his sentence as I reintroduced my lips to the summery chamber of his mouth. In all just, though I can't be accursed he should have known that I being a Malfoy love the spotlight and always resort to overly dramatic feats such as this to gain it.

"Or we could always do it you way."

"I like my way it gets rid of having to repeat ourselves numerous times to different people."

"Point taken"

Gasps were herd around the room followed by whispers. Almost fprtjwith, Harry curled inwardly and I became vexed at the sudden change of self assurance until the only analytical explanation struck me. Harry having been brought up in the Muggle world had been taught that homosexual couples were something of disdain, to be frowned upon. This would not do.

"Hey, hey look at me," I raised his chin until our eyes met. "I've made a lot of mistakes. Eighteen plus years and there's only one thing I've ever been sure of though. You. Right now, this moment. So I say to hell with what everyone thinks. I'm not going anywhere because I want this, us. Together." A teensy smile was my condolence and with one of my own I let him know that it was more than enough.

"Also, same sex couple are quite prevalent in the Wizarding world, so these reactions are not ones of repugnance but of shock because it's the two of us." His eyes widened comically behind his already round spectacles and before I knew it I had gotten a swift whack upside the head.

"Your a dick." He promptly stated.

"Just because I have one doesn't mean I am." I gave him a tongue in cheek smile as I rubbed my head. Oh sweet Harry you made it too simple for me.

"I, I di, didn't mean it like that." He managed to stutter out as his cheeks shifted into a soft shade of rose.

I gave a laugh and intertwined our hands his smaller but rougher hand fitting perfectly against the larger and smooth contours of mine. Here there was perfection I mused to myself. Now the rest of the world can damn well sod off.

As the afternoon sun cast it's wake I was happy to note that my day thus far had gone without trouble.

"Malfoy."

Oh dammit I jinxed myself. Turning warily I see Weasley and I begin contemplating running away from the most likely soon to start brewing conflict that awaited.

"Malfoy."

"Weasley."

"Look, I don't like you, everyone knows that but for some reason or the other Harry does. Usually I would be doubting his sanity after all he's had one too many trips to the infirmary but "Mione seems to trust you. And she's yet to be wrong, so there's got to be something slightly okay with you. But, Harry means a lot to me", He stuffed his hands inside his pockets. " I-I love him, I guess" I waged an internal war with myself to not laugh at the endearing though awkward way that the red head attempted to convey his feelings. "Just don't hurt him, please."

"If I hurt him, you can kill me."

"I'll be holding you too that." He smiled and for a split moment in time I saw what Hermione's eyes saw when she looked at the redhead.

"Well, if you'll excuse me I have to make my way towards Divination see you around Ron."

"Yeah, see you around M-Draco." With that he turned and jogged towards the greenhouses.

Feeling rather smug my usually tedious walk to the Divination tower was done with a bounce in my step. Of course the bounce was not perceptible after all Malfoys do not bounce.

The classroom was filled with a misty haze as Professor Trealwaney glided around the classroom her ludicrous muddling with more ludicrous babbling. Upon seeing me she hindered her speech her eyes looking comical behind her large lenses. Her arms that were adorned with silver bangles reached out for me but dropped suddenly by my shoulders.

"Oh dear, oh dear." She said almost to herself her eyes showing utter despair. I scowled. What was it this time I would be the cause for my mother's demise since it seemed that I hadn't fulfilled my "destiny" of tripping her down the stairs landing her in a coma last year?

"What is Professor?" I asked in my most innocently curious tone. Better let the old bat have her merriment then hearing her continued whimpering. She paused the wringing of her hands to look at me and there was an outstretched silence before she spoke in what I deemed her grave voice.

"You will heart the raven greatly.' She exclaimed her hands flying to her chest. I blinked confounded.

"Why would I hurt a bird?" She shook her head.

"I have said too much, those that aren't gifted with the natural arts of Divination will be unable to understand." I gave her a glare and switched back to the crystal ball. Honestly, why the hell would I hurt a bird?

Hope you enjoed the short chapter.

Btw I have also posted up a new story called There is also love in this world it is a drarry and does have mpreg. If any of you are interested in checking it out.