Disclaimer: See first Chap.
A/N Okay I'm finally getting somewhere with the plot! I just like to say... from now on it will be a rough road, you will read things that are homophobic and some rather cruel things are going to happen. So you were warned.
thanx go to GentleWaterSoul, woodzgurrl, DemonRogue, Kodoku Wolf, and kimmerz for reviewing :) I apreciated 'em all! And yes, Harry just had to go and be an ass xD
Now by the time the morning was over, the wizarding world knew of Harry Potter's 'new fling,' Harry Potter had successfully freaked out, and Draco Malfoy had thrown a pan of eggs into the wall with a satisfying 'CLANGGGGG' echoing through the Manor's kitchen.
"Stupid dumbass, I should have known he'd do this, why did I bother? He's a stupid, self absorbed, scared, DUMBASS" Draco screamed to the white tiles that made up his kitchen wall, hearing it come back to him because of the kitchen's slight echo.
"I should have known nothing would change form how it used to be, I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN I COULDN'T HAVE HIM!" Draco ranted, not realizing Harry was still in his house, and meekly pushing his head through the kitchen door, to see if it was safe now.
"Such a bloody good night, should have known it wouldn't last, should have known." Draco said, trying to keep his angry tears from finding a way out, but as he closed his eyelids the liquid fell down onto his cheeks.
"I don't cry, not supposed to cry… no matter how bad things get, can't cry." Draco said, trying to gulp down the tension building in his throat, choking him on its own, and he let out a loud sigh, trying to calm himself down.
Draco knew he'd been defeated yet again, the world pressured Harry to be a certain way, act a certain way and like always, he went along with it. Wasn't he tired of doing that? Couldn't he for once… oh wait, that was too much to ask wasn't it?
Harry Potter can't for once through caution to the wind and live, he'd done that so many times when he was younger now he just wanted a safe little life, was that it? Draco didn't know, and he was willing himself not to care.
If it wouldn't work, it wouldn't work. Draco had been daydreaming again, that's all he was ever doing, daydreaming. And he was sick of it! Well he'd already told Harry, he wasn't standing for it, he refused; either it was Draco, or Harry's little safe world.
Draco felt a strong grip come around his waist, and he was just about to slap the man behind him away when Harry turned him around and kissed him. When the kiss ended, Harry was still attaching his mouth to Draco's collarbone, while whispering to him, "I'm sorry Draco it's just… I'm not ready, at all, for this whole 'coming out' thing."
Draco growled, frustrated at how easily he wanted to cave in to the idiot who was currently sucking his neck off. Draco pushed away from Harry, glaring at him. "Listen up, you. I'm saying this once, and only once, you can walk away right now and go back to your life without me, or you can stay here, make out with me on my kitchen floor, and take me seriously for once, and that will include coming out of your so called closet." Draco said.
"So what are you going to do?" Draco waited for Harry to leave, walk out on him for once and for all. He knew it would happen, but it didn't mean it hurt any less. Harry kissed him again and proceeded to push Draco down onto the floor. "What the hell are you doing?" Draco said, the shock evident in his voice.
"I'm making out with you on your kitchen floor?" Harry replied, "Now shut up, you have your answer, let me enjoy this before I consider regretting this decision." Harry then went to ravage Draco's mouth, leaving Draco to roll his eyes in annoyance, eyebrow going up as he thought, 'Wonderful.'
Now just as things were starting to go somewhere, a rather grumpy owl smashed through one of the windows in the other room, and crashed right into the door, causing them both to look up, wondering what the hell happened.
Harry got up off of Draco and Draco sat up on his elbows, letting Harry go see what had happened. As Harry opened the kitchen door, the owl attacked him with its beak, getting a rather angry nip into Harry's fingers. "Ow, you stupid bird! I'm trying to get it off of you! ARGH." Harry cried, having a fight with the bird to untie the letter that was stuck to its leg.
When Harry finally had the letter the owl delivered another nip to his fingers for good measure, and crashed through another window in the Mansion. Harry looked at the two broken windows and cast a repairing charm, shaking his head, having never met such a grouchy delivery bird.
Draco was smirking at him and snickering, as Harry opened the letter, wondering what it would say. Harry looked relieved to read it, as if somehow comforted by the letter. "Who's it from?" Draco asked, wondering what could make Harry relieved, other then him of course, at a time like this.
"My team mate Kevin, he owled just to warn me about the article and to lay low for awhile… he added in I might want to look out for any 'interesting' owls from fans." Harry said glumly, stuffing the letter into his borrowed night robes pocket, staring at the stars flying across the fabric.
"I should probably go…" Harry said, and Draco felt disappointment grow at the bottom of his stomach, tossing his insides around evilly, reminding him of his still unfilled stomach.
Then he remembered, looking at the pan that had been thrown across the kitchen, lying dejectedly on the floor with cold eggs scattered around it. "You sure you want to go; Harry? I can make you breakfast, take your mind off the article." Draco suggested, hoping Harry would take the bait.
Harry nodded. "I doubt it." Draco heard Harry mutter under his breathe, but all the same Harry let him make breakfast for the both of them.
Avy sat down on her front steps; her father had locked the doors and wards to keep everyone out, even Avy. God did she hate that man sometimes. As she stared at the grey asphalt, the summer sun touching her skin, warming it up quickly, she heard a crash in her house; the floo network was never her father's favourite way to travel.
Avy couldn't hear her father, but she as sure that curses were probably streaming from her father's. She got up, moved to the door, and knocked on it really hard for extra good measure, just to annoy Harry.
"GO AWAY." She heard a scream at her, and she wondered who the hell her father thought she was, because he sounded like the grim reaper himself had paid him a visit. Avy banged on the door a little harder.
"It's me dad, you know, the daughter you've locked out of the house." Avy yelled into the door, hoping he'd open the door and not just scream at her right away. She heard footsteps come to the door, and Harry opened the door up, staring at her with green orbs that screamed annoyance.
"Avy, there's a system, a very good system, called the floo network. Why didn't you take advantage of it?" Harry asked her, letting her in. Avy waltzed in, flipping her sandals off her feet at the closet beside the door, and running into the kitchen to look for food.
"There was no more powder at Andrea's house, dad, so I stole her broom and flew here with her. You're lucky I got her to leave before you got home or she would've asked about that article." Avy said, knowing it was probably a good idea not to even mention the article but she was just a little annoyed from being locked out of the house.
Harry didn't even respond to her, he just seemed to pale and walked right out of the kitchen, stopping when Avy asked, "So is it true?" Harry turned around very slowly, looking very unsure of himself for five seconds.
"Is what true, Avy?" Harry asked, sounding very dangerous, but Avy decided he couldn't be much worse then he usually was when she pissed him off, he loved her right?
"Are you gay? Is the article Andrea wouldn't shut up about true? Are you actually sleeping with men now? Another blonde bimbo, only of another gender?" Avy asked coolly. As far as she was concerned she deserved an answer, he'd kept this from her his whole bloody life for fuck's sake!
"Avy, my sex life is really not much of your business. I would expect you to give me a little more respect when asking about it as well. And if I dare hear you call Draco a bimbo again, I will send you straight to Ivy, and see how you'll like living with your mother for awhile." Harry responded, and Avy was shocked.
Her father had never threatened her with something, had never tried to… discipline her! Avy was outraged, how could he even think of sending her to Ivy? The hell if Ivy wanted her there! "Ivy won't take me!" Avy said, her voice sounding a little bit scared.
"Exactly. You either smarten up and show my new boyfriend, yes boyfriend Avy, the respect you've neglected to show anybody else, or Ivy can have you and do what she sees fit. Now if you don't mind, I've been bombed with a hundred owls about now asking me if it's really true from all my 'fans,' and I'm not in the mood for your attitude right now." Harry said, walking into the hall way and shutting his door loudly.
Avy was staring at the spot Harry had stood, steaming her little head off. She didn't know what the hell had come over her father, but one thing was certain, she hated it. 'It just never changes with you does it dad? Out with the old, in with the new isn't it?' Avy thought angrily, running downstairs and slamming the door.
The next morning Avy got up before her father, starting to climb the stairs when she noticed some letters falling down her stairs. She pulled herself up the stairs, and when she got to the kitchen she swore she'd never seen anything like it before.
A bunch of letters had been pilled onto the kitchen table, streaming down onto the floor; some covered the fridge and counters, coating her kitchen in a big blanket of white. Avy picked up one, and raised an eyebrow when she noticed it was from Ivy.
She opened it up, hardly caring that it was addressed to Harry, and read greedily, her eyes buggering out when she read one little line though.
Harry,
I read that article in the Daily Prophet because Janice sent it to me by owl. How the hell could you do this? I thought you were done with your 'confusion' Harry? You told me that you would raise our daughter properly! Fucking around with some guy you liked way back when is not raising her properly!
My daughter can't be raised in a house like that! I'm simply looking out for Avy, she's going to get confused, Harry, you have to stop what you're doing, it's unnatural! What happens when Avy starts getting the impression it's okay to actually sleep with the same sex?
Now I know we both have Avy in mind here, so if you want to do what's right, you'll stop it with that Malfoy fellow and find yourself the right woman, I know you have had trouble finding the right woman, and you'll find her, but you won't find her sleeping with a man!
I know you were going through a rough time back in school, but it has to stop, you need to go back to being normal, Harry. If Avy needs to be, send her to me, at least that way she'll be raised the right way.
-Ivy
"What right way Ivy? The way when a person leaves their child because they really don't want anything to do with them? I could care less about you're fucking right way, I'd rather be stuck here then with you." Avy hissed out to the letter, ripping it apart with a satisfying tare of the paper.
When Avy thought about it, she couldn't see the point in hating someone because they were attracted to the same sex… but it was her father! It was, well it was weird. She didn't know what to make of it just yet. She wasn't promising she wouldn't open her big trap if that guy came around, but she could be civil, anything to not get sent to Ivy.
"DAD!" Avy then screamed; trying to make her way through the letters to the kitchen sink to open the cupboard under it, intending to throw out Ivy's letter into the waste basket under the sink.
"What do you want?" Harry yelled back, as if he had just gotten up and was indeed in a very bad mood.
"The kitchen table had been overridden with letters; I'd like to eat breakfast sometime soon you know!" Avy responded, shrieking when another owl flew through the kitchen window, adding another letter to the pile, and also making it shift ever so slightly that the whole pile of parchment letters came rushing down over her head.
"DAAAAD." Avy cried from under the pile, wondering if it would suffocate her or not when she heard her father finally grace the kitchen with his oh so great self.
"What the... Avy where are you?" Harry asked, suddenly feeling very much like crawling back into his bed and forgetting about the rest of the world.
"I'm under here Dad; you know the pile of letters." Avy said sarcastically, moving her hand a bit so he might be able to see where she was. 'Well, I've had a great morning.' Avy thought to herself wryly.
"Oh for Merlin's beard…" Harry said, casting a quick spell on the pile that stocked it up into piled on the kitchen floor, going ceiling high and blocking out their cupboards. Harry stared it with wide green eyes, eyeing the ones that were red with suspicion.
"Not much more of an improvement… now we can eat but we can't get any bowls or plates out." Avy sad, and Harry sent his daughter a glare.
"I'm tired and it's too early to deal with this mayhem… How about we just go out to eat?" Harry suggested, then the memory that if someone saw him it could be worse then the thousands of letters he had piled on his kitchen floor. "On second thought, I think I'll sort these out now."
"Whatever." Avy said, sitting down at the table watching her father levitate one stack of letters by another stack out onto the lawn, hardly caring that the neighbors were watching in horror at the numerous white letters that made their lawn look like winter in the middle of July.
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