Title: I Should Have Come Out Earlier... Eleven

Characters: Harry/Draco

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer:Characters are property of JK Rowling and no copyright infringement is intended.

Summary:Harry thinks everyone else needs to mind their own business.

So it had been two weeks and Harry was still getting harassed by ridiculous fans that had no business in his love life. Needless to say that if he was being harassed then so was Draco, who happened to complain about it every now and again. At the moment the blonde was recounting, for the third time that day, some witch who had nearly stunned him while wailing about how he had used Dark Arts to turn Harry into a crazed homosexual to use for his own sick perversions, something along those lines.

While Harry had no qualms about Draco using him for his own "sick perversion", or whatever the woman had said, he was quickly reaching his tipping point when it came to these objections. So what if he was gay? So what if he was head over heels for, and possibly falling in love with, Draco Malfoy: high school nemesis and ex-Death Eater. And what a thought that was, falling in love. It was fairly early in their relationship but it was possible. He would mull it over later though, when Draco was not staring at him and possibly wondering why he was looking at him that way.

"Harry, are you even listening?" Draco asked, irritated.

"I am," he sighed. "But you've told that story twice already since I've come over. She's a bitch I get it. And I've already expressed my concern for your safety-"

"You should be concerned about yours as well," Draco added, as he sat on the arm of the chair.

"Yes, mine as well," he agreed. "I just got distracted."

"Distracted?" Draco deadpanned. "By what?"

"You," he smiled. "You're adorable when you pout."

"Pout? I do not pout," Draco denied.

"You're doing it right now," he teased.

Draco huffed and threw one of the sofa cushions at him playfully.

The next day when Harry went to work he was in a fairly good mood. He and Draco had ended up shagging the previous night and his crazed fans were very nearly forgotten, if only that had gone both ways though. He sighed when an older witch approached him and began to rant about love potions and morals and queers. He strode to the fountain of the atrium, hopped onto it and cast a Sonorus. He cleared his throat and the traffic soon came to a stop as his co-workers wondered what the bloody hell he was doing.

"I reckon you all know who I am and I reckon you also know I'm dating Draco Malfoy," he started. "Now, if you don't mind I'd appreciate it if certain individuals would mind their own business and leave ours alone. Yes, I'm very much gay. I have been for quite some time now. Yes, I'm fully aware that Draco and I didn't get along during Hogwart's. It's my life, I remember it. No, I don't quite care that we never got along or that we fought on other sides of the war. We were teenagers and we really didn't have much say in which side we ended up on at the time. And no, I am by no means under some sort of curse or what have you.

"Now, if you'd excuse I'm going to go back to minding my own business and I suggest you lot, and everyone else, do the same."