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Chapter Eleven – Present

In many ways, dinner was both uncomfortable and brilliant. Harry found himself wedged between Draco and Ginny, across from Ron. This meant that he could focus on those three and not worry too much about what everyone else was thinking. Unfortunately, he could still feel the stares fixed on him from the other Weasley siblings – in fact, George was positively glaring. Harry couldn't help wondering what was going through George's mind to make him so hostile towards Harry. Everyone else just seemed uncomfortably curious, not mad. Maybe there was something that he was missing?...

Getting Ron alone after everyone had disbursed for drinks wasn't hard, and the two of them settled down a short way from the house in companionable silence.

Eventually Harry turned to him, deciding he had to know.

"Ron, why does George hate me? I expected anger from all of you, but his is actually a stand-out reaction..." Ron flushed a little, clearly uncomfortable. Clearing his throat, he muttered;

"Draco didn't tell you?" Harry could only look puzzled, and Ron sighed as he gave in.

"Harry, Draco and George were... involved... after you left. Draco basically helped him heal after losing Fred, you know? And, well, I think George still has feelings..." he trailed off awkwardly, noticing the tension growing in Harry's shoulders and jaw.

"Funny, you'd think he'd mention something like that to me before now, wouldn't you?" he snapped, fairly leaping to his feet in agitation and storming back towards the house.

"Um, Harry?"

The door made a satisfying 'whump-BANG' as it flew open and smacked against the wall, and Harry allowed himself a moment to appreciate the effect it made. Scanning the room, and noting the absence of not only Draco, but George, he snarled at the rest -

"Where is he?!" Ginny looked horrified, but at least had the sense to nod towards the stairs, indicating the direction the two must have taken. Harry stormed up them, his fury causing the steps to smoke slightly as he trod on them, and the walls bend away from his slight form.

Finally he heard voices coming from the twins old room, and instead of waiting to be slammed open the door simply crashed to the floor before Harry's whirling magic.

"Care to explain what the FUCK is going on here?!"

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He'd noticed George's looks all throughout dinner, and couldn't deny that he was wary of what was coming. There was no way George would just let this go, and it really annoyed Draco. Honestly, was it his problem if he'd moved on and bloody Weasley couldn't? He'd need to talk to Harry, something he had, if he was being honestly, actively tried to avoid. They rarely spoke of past lovers, and Draco knew Harry wouldn't like that he and George, had, well... they'd certainly been having sex on every surface, but that was about as far as it went. It had been a sort of physical therapy for them both after the war, certainly not a true relationship. Well, at least as far as Draco was concerned.

When Harry left with Ron Draco couldn't stop the sinking feeling in himself as George made his way towards him. Shaking his head slightly (not wanting to have their inevitable fight in front of the entire family), Draco headed up the stairs, knowing George would follow. Eventually he made it up to the twins' old room, and as he settled himself against the windowsill George closed the door and strode towards him.

"Harry Potter, huh? Why?" George scowled, as Draco barely even blinked. For all their fucking, they'd never really seen eye-to-eye.

"I love him, George. You know very well that he's an incredible person, and that I don't love easily." George had to concede the point, but Draco could sense the reluctance coming off the red-head in near palpable waves.

"Are you sure? We were good together, Draco," ('Bullshit', Draco added silently), "and I can't help hoping, maybe..."

"What?" Draco snapped, irritated that Weasley even thought he held a bloody candle to Harry.

Instead of answering, the bloody idiot stepped closer to Draco, grabbing his shoulders and seriously invading the blond's personal space.

"Draco... please?" he muttered, before pressing his own lips against the blond's unresponsive ones. Naturally, Harry's impeccable timing decided to rear it's head at this precise moment, the door smashing against the floor and making Weasley jump away from Draco as though scalded.

Harry looked positively livid.

"Care to explain what the FUCK is going on here?!"

George opened his mouth to try and make some idiotic excuse, but Draco decided it was in everyone's best interests if he cut him off.

"Harry, you really do have amazing timing. You've saved me from having to hex bloody Weasley stupid myself. Therefore I hereby leave the ginger prat to your... care." Of course this hardly appeased the furious brunette, but that hadn't been Draco's intention. He'd just wanted Harry to focus on what he was saying.

"What do you mean by that?" he bit out, and Draco noticed George's flinch on the edge of his own vision. It rather made him want to smirk, but that would make Harry even angrier – and was therefore a bad idea.

"Kitten, you can't seriously think I would willingly kiss a Weasley when I have you, do you? Don't be ridiculous." He kept his face and voice neutral, and Harry visibly faltered.

"But, Ron said you'd -"

"Fucked? Love, that was years ago when I couldn't do much better. It was hardly a serious relationship. Right now, the only person I can even imagine being with is you. I love you, Harry."

George looked as though Draco had cast Sectumsempra on him and left him to bleed, but Draco himself didn't much care. Harry was looking much happier, if still not really comfortable, and he himself was hopefully rid of any further propositioning by idiotic red-heads. Harry was his priority; and it would only help George to realise he was never getting Draco back.

Pointedly ignoring Weasley, Draco made his way towards Harry (slowly and warily – he wasn't stupid). Slipping his arms around his lover, he smiled when Harry murmured into his shoulder,

"Can we go home now?"

He couldn't have said it better himself.

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