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Chapter 52 Mrs. Weasley Makes A Scene

Harry lifted his head from Draco's shoulder, looking around the room in worry.

"Did you see where Dudley went? I hope Fred is behaving himself like he promised he would."

"I'm sure their fine, love. They'll be back soon."

"How do you know that?"

"Because they already are."

Harry blinked; his green eyes wide with shock as he saw Fred and Dudley enter the room holding hands.

"What on earth is Fred playing at?" he asked, concern for Dudley on his face as they started to dance together.

"I don't think he's playing, angel," Draco reassured him softly. "Look at his eyes."

Fred's eyes held nervousness and caring as he looked at Dudley's face, and he was tense as his eyes met Harry's, as though he feared his friend's reaction.

So Harry gave him a small smile, nodding his head once, his eyes making it clear that he had better not hurt his cousin. Fred nodded back, smiling as he relaxed into the dance a bit more.

"I guess you're right, but still… I didn't even know that Fred was gay."

"He might not be, darling. He could like both like Blaise. Not everything is so black and white. There are many shades of gray in the world."

"I know."

The song ended and another began as Draco led Harry over to the Slytherin-green silk couch that they had just purchased, laying down on his back on it and pulling him down into his arms. Harry laid his head on Draco's shoulder, relaxing against him completely, closing his eyes as Ron and Hermione stopped dancing as well and came over near them to sit down in the matching chair together.

"Is he asleep?" Hermione asked Draco.

"No I'm not asleep," Harry answered, his lips curving into a smile against Malfoy's neck.

"I slept all afternoon."

"Oh. Are you happy here, Harry?'

"Why does everyone keep asking me that? First it was Lupin, now it's you."

"Well, this place has a lot of memories of Sirius…"

"I know that, Hermione, but I'm fine. Honestly. I am happy here. I'm happy wherever Draco is. He's all I need."

"And we're happy for you," Ron said, giving Hermione a warning look.

"And, I know it doesen't matter really what I think, but I don't mind anymore that it's Malfoy that makes you happy. He wouldn't be my type if I liked guys, but that doesen't mean that I can't see the attraction."

"Oh really, Weasley?" Malfoy drawled arrogantly. "Did you just compliment me?"

"Drake," Harry chastised him. "Be nice. Please."

Draco sighed, taking Harry's hand in his and pressing his lips to his palm briefly.

"I'm sorry, Ronald. Thank you. How was that, angel?"

"Perfect. Thank you, love."

"Of course. Everything that I do is perfect."

Harry smiled, laughing quietly as he lifted his head to kiss him on the lips gently, automatically shifting till their bodies were aligned to make it easier.

Then he pulled away reluctantly, snuggling back down into Draco's arms before his friends could say anything about it, rude or otherwise.

"So you've got me curious now, Ronald," Draco began.

"That sounds weird," he interrupted him. "Call me Ron."

"Ron, then. What kind of guy would you like exactly?"

"Hypothetically, right?"

"Yes," Malfoy answered, smiling. "Hypothetically."

"Someone cool. Good looking, of course. But not stuck-up like my brother Percy.

Like Fred and George, I suppose. Or Bill, I guess. Most likely Charlie.

If he wasn't my brother, I'd- Well, never mind what I'd do…"

"Ron!!" Hermione gasped in shock, her brown eyes wide.

"What? You think that you're the only one that I've felt lust for? You are the only one that I love, but lust? It's a much more common feeling."

"How common?"

"What?" Ron asked in confusion.

"How common? How many times have you felt it?"

"Three times."

"Including me?"

"Yes."

"Who caused it the other two times?"

"Hermione, I hardly think this setting is a proper place to discuss this, never mind the present company."

"By 'present company' I assume that you mean me?" Draco asked sullenly.

"I meant Harry, actually. But, yes, you as well. Anyway, why is Fred dancing with your cousin?"

"I don't really know," Harry said truthfully. "Maybe he feels sorry for him or some thing. He won't hurt him, though. He promised me that he wouldn't."

* * * * *

George arrived exactly a half-hour later when everyone was sitting on various chairs around where Harry and Draco rested still on the couch, sitting down next to Fred and Dudley, barely reacting to the fact that they were holding hands.

"So, what did I miss? Anything embarrassing happen before I got here?"

"Not really," Harry answered, smiling when Draco shivered as his lips caressed his neck unintentionally as he spoke.

"The most interesting thing that's happened is your brother and my cousin. I definitely didn't see that one coming. I don't think that anyone could have."

George smiled, glancing at Fred affectionately.

"No, probably not, but then, he's never really been what most would consider normal. Fred's definitely one-of-a-kind."

Just then they heard the front door slam open and then shut with two loud bangs.

"Were you expecting anyone else, Harry?" Lupin asked, his hand fingering his wand just in case.

"No. Everyone that was invited is already here."

All of them tensed as Mrs. Weasley swept into the room, her face turning grim as her eyes took in the scene, her cheeks flushed with red.

"I just knew that allowing Ron and Ginny to come to this party was a bad idea.

Honestly, Harry, just look at what is going on here. It's quite disturbing."

"I've been looking for the past few hours, Mrs. Weasley," Harry answered, pretending to be calm. "And nothing disturbing is going on. There's no alcohol, and Lupin and Hagrid are here. All I see is friendship and love."

"Love?" she said scornfully. "Don't make me laugh. No daughter or son of mine would chose to be with a Slytherin or another boy, while you seem inclined to break both of those rules. I see the way that you're draped all over that boy, don't think that I don't.

It's all horribly appalling."

"Rules?" Harry said flatly, anger and coldness in his green eyes as a defense against her cruel words as he pushed himself up and off of Draco reluctantly.

"You forget yourself. I am not your son, and this is my home, not yours.

Ginny and Fred have chosen for themselves what they want, and, yes, technically you could stop Ginny from seeing Blaise over the summer as she is not of age yet as Fred is, and make her miserable in the process, if that's really what you want.

As for Draco, he loves me, and I love him. That's all that matters."

He stood up then, pulling Malfoy against his side tightly, holding him close.

"I don't care what you, or anyone else thinks about our love. Now I'm asking you politely to please leave."

When she showed no sign of relenting, Draco stepped forward, moving away from Harry with cautious-reluctance, still holding his hand in his.

"Mrs. Weasley," he began, his gray-blue eyes soft with his obvious sincerity.

"You do want Harry to be happy, right? To be loved?"

"Of course. Harry is like a son to me."

"Well I love him. And, I know that you don't believe that, but your opinion of disbelief does not change that fact. Nothing can or will.

I live for him, and I would die for him. Do you know anyone else who can honestly say that, and mean it with all of his or her heart as I?

We are engaged, and we are going to marry after we end this war together.

Will you be part of that new life with us?"

"I-I," she stammered, losing all coherency from the beauty of his words. "Oh for heavens sake. Yes. But you had better not hurt Harry."

"I would sooner hurt myself then allow any harm to befall him."

"I'm still not exactly sure about this."

"You don't object to the relationship that Fred and George have with each other, do you?"

"No, of course not."

"Well my relationship with Harry is similar to that, it's just more as well. I shall not bother you with talk of undying-love and soul-mates, even though that is what we are.

You may certainly stay if it will make you feel better. Would you like some punch?"

Mrs. Weasley sighed and nodded, watching as Draco lifted Harry's hand and brushed it with his lips gently before releasing it, pouring three small glasses of the red, fruity-liquid carefully.

He handed one to Mrs. Weasley, taking one for himself and handing the other to Harry, slipping his free arm around his waist and laying his head on his shoulder, sipping his drink slowly.

"How long have you two been together, Harry?"

"Since the beginning of this year."

"And I suppose that Sirius knew?"

"No," Harry sighed, snuggling deeper into Draco's embrace when he put his drink down and slid his other arm around him, holding him close gently.

"He knew that I was with another man, but not who. I was too afraid to tell him, like you.

Just because I don't care what anyone thinks about us… The judgments and cruel words still hurt. I've had enough pain in my life already that I try to avoid it as much as possible, whether it's physical or emotional."

"Angel?"

"Yes, Drake?"

"Do you want to set up the dessert-table now, or a bit later?"

"Um… Now is good."