A/N: I'm actually enjoying this… It probably sounds like randomness, but I promise I have a plot… I also like reviews, they help to encourage me to keep going. Altho my story is probably pretty really weird haha. If I make any mistakes, please point them out! Also, sorry this chapters a bit short

Summary: Draco knows he doesn't deserve Harry Potter as his boyfriend, yet he stayed. He has to suffer, and when he finally ends that suffering it gets worse...

Warnings: This is veryyyy gay. It's not got any smut, but the kissing is more detailed than I usually write it. It's also Drarry so… if you don't like it, this is not the fic for you. This is also veryyy sad...

Chapter 2: Coming out

Draco and Harry were snogging on the sofa when Harry's fireplace started flaming. Harry pulled away and poked his head into the fireplace. Draco brought his knees to his chest and watched the conversation play out.

"Mate, Hermione and I wanted to come over," Weasley's voice came from the fireplace.

Harry looked at Draco with a questioning look, and Draco nodded. Draco knew that now was the time to tell them. Harry turned his head back to the fire.

"Umm… sure, I actually have something to tell you two." Harry said slowly, obviously nervous.

"Alright... we're coming in" Weasley said and Harry poked his head out.

Harry stepped back, and he gave Draco a nervous glance. Draco gave him a reassuring smile. Merlin, Draco was so nervous. This could probably break them up… He didn't want it to end. He hadn't mentally prepared himself, if that was even possible. Harry sat next to him, he was stiff. Draco was just as stiff.

When Granger and Weasley stepped out of the fireplace Harry greeted them with a shaky voice and Weasley's eyes widened when he saw Draco. Granger was just as surprised, but she wasn't gaping.

"So umm…" Harry trailed off.

"Malfoy is in your flat…" Ron said slowly as he came closer to Harry.

"Well… we're friends." Harry said slowly, and Draco had to stifle a scoff.

Draco knew Harry had a process. He probably wanted to break it to them slowly. Granger had a calculating expression upon her face, but then Granger smiled brightly at Draco. The smile wasn't all that unexpected, but it still felt reassuring. After a couple of seconds of silence, Weasley chuckled slightly. Draco's eyes widened in disbelief and confusion.

"I was just saying yesterday it would be awkward if you were friends... How long has it been? You must've been laughing uncontrollably after that interaction." Weasley said, chuckling.

"Well we've been friends for about 10 months," Harry started, which wasn't a lie "and umm… we've umm…"

"He's your boyfriend isn't he?" Granger interrupted.

Draco blushed a little, waiting for Harry to make a move. Harry was even redder than him. He opened his mouth to speak but then closed it. His eyes were trained on the floor.

"Don't be insane, 'mione. Harry would never date Malfoy… anyways, Harry isn't a… he's not a pouf." Weasley said, but he seemed a bit uncomfortable with the topic.

"Don't call it that." Draco hissed.

Weasley and Granger both looked at Draco, but Harry's gaze was still trained on the floor. Draco wanted to comfort him, but decided against it.

"Ronald, it is offensive… You really shouldn't call it that." Granger told him in a know-it-all tone.

"But Harry isn't… Well he isn't gay. So he can't possibly like Malfoy that way. Anyways it's Malfoy. Where did you get that idea from?" Weasley asked in disbelief.

"Well-" Granger started but was cut off by Harry mumbling something inaudible.

"Harry… are you alright?" Draco whispered.

"You gotta speak louder mate." Weasley commented and Draco had to stop himself from glaring.

"Hermione is right." Harry said a bit louder this time.

"What?" Weasley asked, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Draco Malfoy is my bloody boyfriend, and I'm Bisexual. Deal with it." Harry said hurriedly but loudly.

Draco entwined his fingers with Harry's in an attempt to comfort him. Harry stared at their hands and back at his friends. Draco gave him a reassuring smile.

"That's amazing!" Granger said in a happy voice.

"When I asked you about a girlfriend…" Weasley trailed off.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Granger asked.

There was a moment of silence, Weasley's face was scrunching up and he seemed to be processing it. His face was getting slightly pink, he looked like he was constipated. Draco had to stifle a laugh.

"Well-" Harry started.

"You- you lied to me!" Weasley burst out furiously.

Weasley's face was red with anger, and Harry went pale. Draco tightened their hand hold, wanting to put his arm around his trembling body but he knew it would only make things worse. He settled for the hand-holding.

"This is exactly why he didn't tell you… I didn't want him to get hurt…" Draco whispered.

"How long have you been dating?" Granger chimed in, as she tried to calm Weasley's raging.

"6 months." Harry replied.

"6 months, 2 weeks, and 2 days to be precise," Draco added.

Harry stared back at him, clearly shocked that Draco knew the exact amount of time they've been together.

"Thats so… so cute!" Granger squealed- squealed honestly what was wrong with girls? - and grinned at Weasley's calculating face.

"B-but It's Malfoy! I understand you being friends with him, but this… I just don't get it…" Weasley trailed off.

Harry started shaking, and Draco made a move to console him but Weasley glared at him. Draco flinched at the glare.

"Well, Harry is happy, so you should be happy for him." said Granger with a smile.

"I… Just give me time to think… I'm not sure I like the idea of you and Malfoy being together and all..." Weasley sighed before Disapparating out of the room.

"Don't worry, he'll come around." Granger reassured.

"I hope so…" Harry mumbled.

"You're not losing Weasley as a friend Harry… It'll be alright." Draco pulled Harry into a one-armed hug and Harry rested his head on Draco's shoulder.

"It's going to be okay, because I'll always have you." Harry whispered.

"I really hope so, but I'll never hurt you. I promise…" Draco whispered back, as he ran his fingers through Harry's hair.

"You better not. If you break his heart I will break you!" Granger interrupted.

Draco chuckled then said "Looks like you won't have to break me."

"So you accept me?" Harry asked with hope in his voice.

"No," Granger said, voice dripping with sarcasm "Of course I do, you thick headed idiot."

Draco laughed at that and laughed even harder at Harry's glare. Draco stopped laughing when a pair of lips pressed against him, silencing him. Draco kissed back for a second before pulling away.

"Granger doesn't want to watch us snog," Draco pointed out.

"I really don't… But please, call me Hermione." Grang- no, Hermione said.

Harry practically beamed at Draco. Draco smiled back at him. This was the happiness he had stolen. He was so undeserving, but he wanted to so badly keep it because Harry's bloody friends knew. People knew that Draco was Harry's, and Harry was Draco's. Maybe Harry was going to stay with him. Maybe the future he longed for was possible…

POP

Weasley was back. He seemed calmer but he was obviously still angry. Draco held Harry closer, not wanting to let go.

"Malfoy, leave." Weasley ordered.

Harry went rigid. Draco didn't get up though, he never wanted to leave. He wanted to hold on to Harry forever.

"Ron-" Hermione started.

"No, Hermione. I need to talk to Harry without his influence." Weasley hissed.

Draco was being selfish. He shouldn't have stayed, yet he wanted to so badly. He held Harry tighter, and Harry buried his face in Draco's side.

"I said leave, Malfoy." Weasley shouted, his voice even more furious than before.

Draco closed his eyes tightly then sighed. He started to make a move to leave Harry's grasp, but Harry didn't let go.

"I don't want to-" Draco started.

"No. You're not leaving. If Ron has a problem with you, he's saying it to both our faces."

"But-"

"I said, stay."

Then when Draco sat back down, Harry kissed him. Draco tried to ignore Weasley's yelling and shouting, but he couldn't. That's when Harry's tongue darted into his mouth. Draco suddenly forgot everything. He moaned and bit Harry's lip. He then tasted Harry's tongue, it felt so good. It felt like a dream.

Then they were ripped apart by Weasley. Weasley glared at Draco, and he was so angry Draco thought he was going to explode. Weasley started to shout obscene things right at Draco's face.

"HOW DARE YOU… YOU'VE BEWITCHED HIM." Weasley howled.

Draco couldn't help the tears that fell down from his face. Weasley was right… that was the only possible explanation. Was it possible to cast spells like that without realising?

"YOU'LL NEVER DESERVE HIM MALFOY, YOU'VE HURT HIM, WORKED FOR THE MAN THAT KILLED HIS BLOODY PARENTS, AND SOMEHOW MADE HIM FORGIVE YOU." Weasley yelled.

Then Weasley dropped Draco, and as soon as he did, Draco Apparated to a random location. He didn't care. Any place other than here. He ended up at Malfoy Manor. He didn't want to be here… it reminded him of the dark lord and the nightmares he had to endure. He Apparated out of there before the pain hit him again.

He ended up in the living room of his flat. His flatmate, Nigel, walked into the room and ran to his side as soon as he saw his curled-up figure. The sobs racked his body, and he couldn't stop the tears from falling down.

"What's wrong Draco?" Nigel asked in a worried tone.

Draco couldn't bring himself to answer. He knew that he just lost Harry… he just lost Harry. Gone. Just like that. He could never go back. He remembered that last kiss and played it in his mind over and over again. It was over… was it over? Maybe Harry would be dumb enough to not listen to sense.

But no, Harry wasn't an idiot. He would realise that Draco wasn't and would never be worth him. He sobbed even harder at that thought. It was over… it was over. He had lost the one thing that had given him joy. Joy he had stolen. He never deserved Harry. But yet Harry felt that he did. Yet, Harry felt something towards him.

"Okay, whats up?" Nigel asked.

That's when Draco couldn't handle being around someone else anymore. So he apparated to another place. He found himself at his and Harry's favorite spot. He sobbed even more as he thought about how just this morning he was jealous of a bloody snake. He curled up on the grass and cried himself to sleep.