Secrets withheld

Chapter two

Draco's background

Lucius Malfoy was a successful business man, he was seen as the perfect husband and father however nothing could have been further from the truth. Draco and Narcissa had experienced this first hand. They were only required to be around him for dinner parties and public appearances, other than this he did not require them to be anywhere near him.

They were simply trophies for him to parade as he pleased and an heir for him to teach in the ways of business and pass his money to when he died.

Draco hated it and that was an understatement. He loved his mother to bits and admired her for her strength; being married to such a cold-hearted bastard of a person such as Lucius couldn't be easy. He planned to leave as soon as he turned eighteen however he had been informed that it had been arranged for him to be married to some one he had never meet before and didn't even know the name of. He dreaded the thought of it, the sooner he left the better in his opinion.

The worst thing out of his life was that fact that he was to marry a girl and he didn't have any interest in the opposite sex. He had always known he was gay, he had never felt any thing that could be described as an attraction to any females in his life and he wasn't sort of female admirers.

The previous night in the restaurant, when he had first set eyes upon the waiter he had been amazed at the teen's beauty. He had been transfixed in those emerald orbs and wanted almost desperately to know the man behind them.

Purposefully he had left his jacket there with a note concealed inside, just to give him an excuse to go back, you know what they say, if you forget thing's you secretly want to go back for them. Lucius had been outraged at the fact that his son had somehow managed to find an excuse not to attend another business meeting with him that day.

Narcissa had woken him that following morning along with Draco's nanny, which Lucius still insisted that he have, despite the fact that he was seventeen, his nanny, Tiffany was carrying his breakfast on a silver tray.

"Draco sweetheart, time to get up" As Narcissa said this she drew the curtains letting the sunlight fill the room. "Didn't you say you were going back to get your jacket at precisely eleven o'clock?"

"Yeah I did" Draco yawned sitting up in his bed "Why what time is it?"

"Just after nine, so are you meeting that cute waiter?" Narcissa had always known her son was gay and had no problem with it. Lucius however was going to be furious when he found out.

"Maybe" Draco said mysteriously accepting his breakfast tray from Tiffany whom he thanked.

"He was so adorable, just be careful waiters are after all very common."

"You forget that I don't care. I'm not like Lucius."

"I know, I'm only telling you to be careful because if he finds out we'll both suffer and you know we will."

"I understand mum, I would never put you at risk."

"And I don't want you to put yourself at risk either, if I lost you I don't know what I'd do."

"I know, don't worry about it, I'll be fine."

Two hours later at eleven exactly Draco arrived at the restaurant where he was pleased to see Harry waiting outside.

"Hey...Harry right?"

"Yeah, your jacket by the way" Harry said handing it over "Awfully forgetful of you."

"You know what they say, if you leave things."

"That you secretly want to come back for them."

"And this time was no exception, walk with me?" he asked politely.

"Sure, why not."

So they walked. Harry knew the area better than Draco as the blonde wasn't really permitted to leave the manor whereas Harry had spent his entire life on these streets, sometimes literally. They walked randomly for a while in silence because neither could think of anything to say.

"Where do you want to go?" Harry asked suddenly. The question startled Draco who didn't really know.

"Wherever, I don't mind."

"Can I ask you something Draco?"

"Sure."

"There isn't a subtler way that I can think of to put this I'm afraid, are you gay?"

"Yes, girls never really appealed to me much. And you?"

"I'm bi, I don't mind either way but I have to say I prefer guys."

"That certainly clears a lot of things up, I didn't know if you were or not so I didn't want to say, but I think you're cute." Draco blushed slightly but it was nothing compared to Harry who had gone scarlet.

"Thank you, you're absolutely gorgeous though."

"Now we also have that cleared up, do you want to go out with me some time, sometime other than this, like on a proper date somewhere?"

"Are you asking me to be your boyfriend?"

"In a way yes I am, would you like that, I'd understand if you wanted to get to know me first but I don't want to lose you in the process."

"Sure, I'd like that."

"Great, so is there a decent place to get a cup of coffee in this place?"

"Yep, there's a Starbucks round the corner."

It was literally a few minutes away, they reached it without difficulty; they ordered their drinks and found a table to sit at.

Conversation soon slipped off more common topics and on to one Harry wanted to avoid.

"So what are your parents like?"

"I...I don't really speak to them much."

"Do you have any siblings? I'd love a younger brother or sister."

"Yes, I have an older brother but he's a complete arse, we don't get on at all."

"You don't speak very highly of your family at all and I'm guessing that bruise that I've been trying to ignore wasn't you being clumsy, because you really don't seem to be the clumsy sort."

"You'd be right, but it wasn't my parents, it was my brother, it doesn't matter, I don't care, you don't speak about your family at all, let alone badly. I know your rich but that's it but you didn't look happy yesterday at dinner, in fact you look down right bored."

"My father is hardly ever there, he's trying to invest me into the family business though but I'm not having it. I love my mum to bits, she knows that I'm gay and everything, Lucius doesn't, he'd do his nut if he did. I hate him." Draco added as an after thought.

"Why do you hate him so much, he only wants the best for you?"

"I know but he wants me to be him and I don't want to, he orders me to accompany him to meetings and everything, mum and I are just show pieces for him."

"That's harsh."

"Maybe, but its true your parents sound really laid back."

"That's one word to describe them." Harry said. He didn't want to associate Draco with the kind of people his family were. He thought Draco would consider him a low life and if he did he'd probably be right.

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