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Draco Malfoy is in his kitchen. It isn't the most unusual sight, as they've been dating for half a year, but Percy can't help but worry. Usually, Draco gives him a heads up before dropping by.
"And what has you in a murderous mood this morning?" Percy asks, yawning and stretching, his back popping softly at the movement.
"I'm not… murderous," Draco says, scowling.
Percy snorts. "The toast says otherwise."
He doesn't think he's ever seen anyone butter a piece of toast so aggressively. Draco swipes the butter knife over the bread a little too roughly before dropping the bread onto the plate and tossing the knife into the sink.
"I told my parents about us."
"Oh," is all Percy can manage.
"Oh," Draco agrees with a roll of his eyes. "Isn't a parent's love supposed to be unconditional?"
Percy inhales sharply. That explains his boyfriend's sour mood. "Sit," he says softly. "I'll take care of breakfast."
Percy isn't the best cook, but he makes a simple fry-up. It isn't as delicious as his mother's cooking, but it smells great and undoubtedly tastes okay. Draco is quiet through it all. When Percy sets his plate and coffee down in front of him, Draco just sighs.
Percy doesn't push him to speak. Draco is horribly stubborn. It's best to just wait.
Percy sips his tea and opens the newspaper, eyes moving over the articles as he enjoys his breakfast.
"Mother wasn't as bad," Draco says. "She cried because she seems to think this means I can't give her any grandchildren."
With a sigh, Percy shakes his head. "I'm not sure why people don't consider adoption a viable option," he murmurs, closing the newspaper and focusing his attention on his boyfriend. "Or why that is so bloody important, for that matter. Your father?"
Draco lets out a bitter laugh. He sips his coffee and sighs heavily. "I'm sure you can imagine."
Really, Percy can. His own family had been fine with his coming out. Admittedly, they had been hesitant when he had introduced Draco as his boyfriend, but they had still been supportive through it all. Lucius Malfoy, on the other hand, is nothing like his own family. Being a pureblood isn't enough; the only point of a relationship is to reproduce and continue the Malfoy line, in Lucius' opinion. Having a son deviate from that plan must have been his own personal nightmare. Percy tries not to feel too satisfied by that.
"It turns out that I am no longer worthy of the Malfoy name."
Percy reaches across the table, taking Draco by the hand. "My family loves you."
Over time, they had come to see that Draco has grown since the war. Ron still carries a grudge, but he doesn't act on it.
"At least there's that."
Percy grins. "And I love you."
Draco lifts Percy's hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. "Even better."
They had known it wouldn't be easy, but that hadn't stopped them. It isn't going to stop them now either. They have a future together, a life laid out before them, and Percy isn't giving up on that.