AN: *Awkwardly waves hello*
It has been an AGE since I last posted here. Mostly due to my Muse taking a very extended leave of absence. But she has returned and I've begun writing again. So I expect I'll be posting more here. Hopefully.
Anyway, this is just a short little drabble. Your thoughts and comments on it are most welcome.
Cheers.
It's all gonna be fine
It's all gonna be cool
It's all gonna be fine
It's all gonna be cool
~It's All Gonna Be Fine, Joshua and the Holy Rollers
Draco always worried that one day Harry was going to realize that he really didn't want him anymore. Not with all the constant reminders of the past flung and splashed across the papers of Wizarding Britain day after day.
And the questions (How could someone like Harry Potter want to be with someone like Draco Malfoy?) The suspicions of potions and curses. (Must have used a love potion. Or the Imperious Curse). Of coercion. (He's being blackmailed. Harry Potter can't be gay.) Reminders of Draco's past as a Death Eater. Of their rivalry at Hogwarts. (Malfoy was on You-Know-Who's side! Potter can't possibly want someone who supported HIM).
It made Draco sick to think of it all. Every day that passed with each new headline, the sour feeling in Draco's stomach grew. And he waited, each day, he waited for Harry to finally have enough and tell Draco to leave.
And yet, Harry stayed. He scowled and cursed at the papers before flinging them into Grimmauld Place's kitchen fire.
Then he'd pull Draco to him, pressing a firm, warm kiss to his lips, whispering, "They don't know shit, Draco. They don't know us. Don't listen to their bullshit."
And for a little while longer Draco believed it would be okay.