disclaimer: Harry Potter and co. belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not her. No money is made by this.

warnings: I wrote this like a week ago so I can't really remember. Lots of angst!

A/N: Oops, this took a lot longer than it was supposed to. Please forgive me.

"Draco? Come here."

The boy in question had tried to sneak to the door and out of it, but his father had heard him. Of course, he always did. Draco obeyed and sat down on the living room couch.

"What now?"

"Don't say 'what now' in such tone, my dear boy. It is not polite." Lucius Malfoy told his son as he tried to decide if he should drink his gin now or maybe after Draco had left.

"I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

He decided after and put the glass down. "Well, Draco, you went to school today, did you not?"

"Of course I did. What kind of question is that?" Draco told rather hastily. His father smirked.

"Parents always have to doubt, Draco. Sometimes the doubts are correct."

"Well, I haven't done anything wrong if that's what you're asking." The younger Malfoy snapped. He was feeling slightly vulnerable under the gaze of his father.

"I'll decide what is right and what is wrong. Your mother told me you have been spending a lot of time with that boy across the street, Henry."

"Harry." Draco corrected. He didn't like the direction this conversation had taken.

Lucius waved his hand as in it didn't matter. "What is your relationship with this boy?"

"He happens to be my friend."

"Only a friend?"

Draco froze. "Y-yes, of co-course." He stammered out. "You don't think I'm a…?"

"Well, you never know, do you? After all, the way we have raised you has been rather liberal."

"Yeah, if you consider sexual abuse and violence liberal." The words were out of his mouth before he even had the time to think about them. Draco slammed his hand on his mouth and his father seemed rather surprised too.

"Is this boy, Harry, your boyfriend?"

"Dad-"

"Is he? And I will find out if you lie to me."

"Father please-"

"Draco, I'm warning you. Are you more than friends with him?"

Draco sighed. "Yes." He finally whispered.

"Have you had sex with him?"

"Why is that important?"

"Have you?"

"No, I haven't."

"Good. Keep it that way. Now, go."

"But.-"

"Draco, do not play with me."

"No, I think you're the one playing here."

"Have you told him?"

"So we're changing the subject again, are we? No, I haven't told him. What makes you think that I would want anyone to know how sick and fucked up you are?"

Lucius didn't answer. He stared at his son, who had now stood up, for a while and then spoke again. "If you ever talk to me like this again, I will send you back to London and you will never see your precious Harry again. Do you understand me?"

"I'm eighteen, you have no power-"

"As long as you live on my money, I have all the power." Lucius told and then repeated his question.

Draco nodded slowly, left the living room and the house and ran across the street.

-

Harry was on the couch in a rather weird looking position with his legs up to the ceiling and was watching Howl's moving castle. He groaned as he heard the doorbell rang and stood up ("I finally found someone worth protecting with my life. You."). He made his way to the door and opened it. "Draco? What are you doing here?"

The blonde gave him a shy look. "May I come in?"

"Of course." Harry stepped aside and shut the door after Draco. "Is everything ok? You don't look too good?" He asked and followed as the other boy wandered in the living room.

"I need to tell you something. About my father." Harry turned off the TV and they sat down. "I want you to promise that you won't tell anyone."

"Draco, what's going on?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"Promise me."

He sighed. "I promise."

Draco swallowed and nodded. Maybe he shouldn't do this? "My father hit me the first time when I was two years old. But that's not what I'm here to tell you." He told when Harry opened his mouth to speak. "When I was six years old, I… My father… He came into my room to say goodnight but… He… He kissed me then. It wasn't like a fatherly kiss. It was like… Like with you and me. He told me not to tell anyone, ever, not even my mother. He kept coming every night, he kissed me and touched me. I didn't like it, I told him that. I told him many times that I don't like it. I begged him to stop, but he just hit me and told me to be quiet." He looked at his companion.

"Yes?" Harry whispered.

"I never told anyone. This is the first time I talk about this."

"Go on."

"I… I lost my virginity when I was eleven. My mother was in Paris, I was alone with father. When mother came back, I told her what had happened. She slapped me and called me a liar. She yelled at me. She told that she's ashamed of having me as her son. How could I accuse my own father of doing something so terrible? She of course told him what I had said. He beat me up pretty bad after that. He made me believe that it was all my fault. That if I hadn't been so bad, it wouldn't have been necessary to him to do what he did." Draco swallowed. He was close to tears. "After we moved here, he hasn't touched me. Not once. He knows that I'll soon be stronger than him." Silence fell between the boys. Quiet tears rolled down on Harry's cheeks.

"You must tell the police." Harry told with a broken voice and dried his tears.

"No."

"Draco, please, that man belongs to jail!" He cried.

"No! He is my father!" Draco stood up and turned his back to Harry. The black haired boy also stood up and wrapped his hands around the blonde's waist.

"Draco, I… I love you."

"No, you don't. How could you? I'm ruined and rotten."

Harry tightened his grip. "How couldn't I love you? What your father did doesn't make you ruined or rotten. Why…" He hesitated. "Why did you tell me now?"

"Because… I wanted to tell you before…"

"Before what?" He whispered and made Draco face him.

"Before I'd give myself to you."

"Give yourself to me…? You mean…? Oh." The blonde nodded slowly. "Oh." Harry repeated. "Um… I don't… I don't think we should-"

"Why not? Don't you want me?"

"No, it's not that! I do, of course, I want you! I want you more than anything else but-"

"But what? I don't understand." Draco gave Harry a very puzzled look and sat back down on the couch.

"Of course you don't, you're British." Harry muttered quietly. Not quiet enough.

"Oh please, even you or anyone of your American friends wouldn't understand if they were in my position! First you try to lure and seduce me for weeks and then you sulk and won't talk to me when it doesn't work and now when I'm finally offering myself to you, you say no!" Draco yelled standing again.

"Well maybe you shouldn't offer yourself! It makes it sound like you don't even want it! Like you'd give in just to make me happy! No, I want you to want it as much as I do!"

"I do want it! I wouldn't have come here in there first place if I didn't want it! I told you everything only because of that!"

"So you didn't really wanna tell me? You want to just get laid?"

"No! I- Oh, just forget it!" Draco burst out and made his way to the door.

"No, Draco, wait!" Harry cried and shut the already open door right in front of Draco's nose. "I'm sorry. I just… I don't want you to regret it."

"Why would I regret it?" The blonde whispered as a single tear rolled down his cheek. Harry wiped it away.

"If you do it for the wrong reasons-"

"Are wanting you and loving you wrong reasons?"

Harry gently kissed him. "No. They are perfect reasons." Draco pulled the raven haired boy into a deeper kiss and his hands made their way under his shirt. Harry moaned into the kiss and started unbuttoning Draco's shirt. The blonde pulled away.

"Wait."

"What's wrong? Did you change your mind?"

"No, I just… Need to show you something before…" The sentence faded as Draco unbuttoned his shirt all the way and took it off.

"Oh my god." Harry gasped as he saw the scars on Draco's arm. "Dray, I- Oh my god. So this is why…?"

"Yes." He nodded. "So now you know." Harry didn't reply. He just simply kissed the scar right beneath Draco's shoulder and then kissed his way back to his lips. Suddenly they heard someone coughing.

"Mom, dad, what the hell-" Harry cried as he and Draco jumped a meter away from each other and Draco quickly pulled his shirt back on. "I- I mean, what are you doing here? I thought you weren't coming until, eh, later?"

James Potter looked rather stunned and couldn't get a word out of his mouth, but his wife just smiled sweetly. "Your father had forgotten to make a reservation and the restaurant was fully booked. Now, what is going on here?"

"Um… You remember Draco, don't you?"

"Yes. Hello."

Draco nodded briefly. Lily Potter grabbed his husbands arm. "If you'll excuse us." She smiled and dragged James inside the house.

"I better go."

"I'm sorry." Harry kissed Draco softly before he left and then went to his parents into the kitchen. "Mom, I-"

"Why didn't you tell us?" His mother interrupted.

"I wasn't sure how you'd react."

"So you thought it would be better if you just let us catch you in the action?"

"Mom!"

"Don't you 'mom' me, young man! How long has this been going on?"

"How long has what been going on?"

"Well, this!" Lily pointed the front door with her hand.

"You mean me and Draco?"

"Of course she means you and Draco." James spat the name like it was poison. "Answer your mother, Harry."

"About four months."

"Four- Four months!" Lily's jaw dropped and she buried her face into her hands.

"And, well, since when have you been... Well… Like…" James seemed to have a really hard time saying it.

"Gay? Ever since I was born, I think."

"Don't get smart with me, boy! When did you realize you were…?"

"Gay? I dunno, I guess I've always known." Harry whispered the last sentence and started to stare at the floor. His father sat on one of the kitchen stools and buried his face into his hands. His mother sighed and took a paper towel to dry her eyes and face. She was crying.

"Go to your room, Harry."

"But-"

"Now!"

Harry gave one last desperate look to his parents before heading upstairs. Why did they have to react like this? Like he had done something terribly wrong? It's not like he had gotten drunk and burned a bench in the park, like Susan. It's not like he had slapped his mother in the face, like Sara. He had simply fallen in love. Why was that such a huge crime? Oh yeah, because Draco was a boy. If Lily and James had caught Harry with a girl, they would've just asked them to continue somewhere else.

Harry lay down on his bed, took his cell and dialed Draco's number.

"I'm so sorry." Draco immediately told without even bothering to say 'hello'. "Did I get you in trouble?"

"No, you didn't get me anywhere. My folks are just overreacting, that's all. Actually, I was wondering if I could maybe come over and we could perhaps continue?"

"You think your parents will let you come?"

"I'm not planning on asking them."

"Harry…" Draco sighed with a very disapproving tone.

"Draco…" Harry sighed with the exactly same tone, mocking the blonde.

"Fine. My parents are leaving in an hour to some party at father's office."

"I'll see you in an hour then." Harry smirked and put the cell away. Now he only had to figure out a way to sneak out. Oh well, his parents were probably still so freaked out about their son being gay so they probably won't notice a thing what goes on around them.

After an hour had passed Harry tiptoed downstairs and carefully peeked into the kitchen. Lily and James were still there, fighting each other this time.

"This is all your fault! If you had been home more often he would've had a model of a man in his life!" Lily sobbed. Her eyes were red and face wet, so she had obviously been crying for a while now. "Soon he'll probably want to wear women's clothes!"

Harry didn't want to stay and hear James's answer. He had always thought that his parents were little off. Now he was sure of it. Silent as grave he walked out of the door and then ran across the street.

"I've been waiting." Draco smirked as he opened the door and Harry rushed in.

"For what?" Harry winked and was already half way in the stairs. "Are you sure your folks are out the whole evening? I really don't feel like getting busted twice in a row."

"Yes, I am sure, thank you very much." Draco pretended to be offended by Harry's doubts. The raven haired teen just smiled and burst into his boyfriend's room.

"Ooh, I haven't been here for a while. Wasn't this place, um I dunno, darker?"

"Well, after you came along I haven't been feeling so dark anymore." Draco whispered blushing. Harry placed a kiss on his cheek.

"That is the cutest thing anyone has ever said to me." He whispered and dragged the blonde onto the bed.

A/N: I'm really not in the mood to write what would happen next, but I'm pretty sure that everyone can fill in the blank. I'm really, really sorry that this took so long.

Thanks to all who reviewed earlier. I'm feeling lazy after New Year... But thank you very much. Review again.