Author's Notes: Just so you all know, and may have guessed this is my first ever fanfic. I've always loved Harry/Draco fic so I thought I'd write my own. Apologies if this, or the last chapter have any errors etc as they were unbetaed. Hopefully I'll get someone (who isn't my sister, because her spelling is worse than mine) to beta it soon. Also, I apologise that this is a little short. I just want to get Draco in it now. Soon my lovelies, I promise.
Pleeeeease review, any comments on my first fic will be sooooo lovely. Virtual cake for all of you. Love ^_^

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters/places etc. It's a shame, I'd quite like to own Draco.

Warnings: Filthy language. Constantly. Please no kids =/

Later that night in the Cauldron:

"Harry?" Ron drew his attention away from Neville and Hermionie arm wreslting acroos the table. Herminoie was doing remarkably well

"What's up Ron?"

"What's Gin so upset about at the moment? She broke a lot of glass when she slammed a lot of doors at the Burrow the other night."

"Ah," Harry ran a hand through his hair before continuing. "We had a falling out. I'm afraid I overstepped the mark a little bit when we went to that restaurant. Then, of course, I said completely the wrong thing when she came back to check up on me."

"Harry, mate. You guys are doing nothing but rowing aren't you?" Ron looked concerned for his friend.

"Yeah, we are Ron. It's getting ridiculous. The smallest thing and one of us will fly off the handle. Ever since that fucking party." Harry growled, slamming his glass down on the table a little harder than neccessary. The others all looked round at him. "Sorry," he grinned sheepishly at them.

Harry tried not to brood as his friends got louder and drunker around him. He knocked back drink after drink, not realising how drunk he was until he tried to stand up.

He weaved over to the stairs up to the Floo point, knowing he was drunk enough to splinch if he Apparated home.
He bumped into a familiar figure as he started up the stairs.

"What the fuck do y-you think you-re doing?" Harry slurred at the man.

"Sorry mate, I'm just heading home."

"Y-you!" Harry bellowed, jabbing a finger at the man. "You snogged my f-fucking girlfriend! You fucking cunt!"

"Harry, calm down." Ron had appeared at Harry's shoulder. His prescence made Dean even more nervous.

"No, I will not calm down." Harry could feel the rage bubbling up in his chest. He could feel his vision clearing as the rage burned through the alcohol in his system.

"Look mate, I'm just trying to go home." Dean put his hands up defensively, starting to back away from Harry. The two men had the attention of the entire pub. Something in Harry snapped and her punched Dean square in the face, breaking his nose. Dean fell to the floor, blood gushing from his nose.

"I. Am. Not. Your. Mate." Harry spat out, punctuating each with a viscious kick in the ribs. The entire pub was silent.

Harry kicked Dean in the stomach for good measure and stormed up the stairs to the Floo point.

"The Savior Loses It!" declared the headline in the Prophet the next morning above a perfect photo of Harry kicking Dean particularly hard. Harry sighed, clearing away his breakfast things with a flick of his wand. He'd decided not to go to work. He'd get a bollocking from Kingsley, but at least he'd avoid the press, for now at least. He threw the paper into the fire. he was halfway out of the kitchen door when the fire flared up.

"Harrry? I know you're there."

"Come through Gin."

He carried on the the sitting room and Ginny followed seconds later. She immediately enveloped him in a hug that he did not return. Looking a little dejected she satdown. in his favourite chair. She always did that, and it had always annoyed him. He'd just never said anything about it.

"Harry, what did you do?"

"I assume you saw the paper this morning?" Harry said flippantly. Ginny sighed.

"Yes, I saw the paper. Why did you punch Dean in the face?"

"He was there, I was drunk. You fucking kissed him"

"How dare you!" Ginny jumped up from the chair. "that is ancient history, you're never going to let it go are you?"

"No, I'm not Ginny! You- You cheated on me!"

"Oh and you're perfect aren't you Golden Boy!" There were toe to toe, bellowing at each other.

"Of course not! But at least I haven't cheated on you!"

"Yeah? So what about the other night?"

"I told you - "

"Then what about the glow stick and the drinks promotion and a man's tie for fuck's sake! I cleared them all from your kitchen the morning after."

"What?"

"You heard me."

Harry ran a hand through his hair. he turned and sat back in the chair he'd recently vacated.

"Tell me what happened."

"Well I went tothat muggle bar. There was this guy. He kept buying me drinks. I was completely smashed. I didn't realise until later. I swear it I was just so drunk Gin. He took me too this gay club. And-"

"Carry on," Ginny said calmly.

"And, well.. He lead to me this lounge, and he kissed me" Harry paused, taking a deep breath. "As in... really kissed me."

"Did you enjoy it?"

Harry's head snapped up and he watched her face carefully. He'd expected anger, or shouting, or crying. Or all of the above. He was pretty sure she would have hexed him to within an inch of his life. He was wary of the expression of pure curiosity on her face.

"Well?"

"Well... I don't-" he paused, thinking back to that night, what he could remember of it. Out of the blurred images one thing stuck with him. He had very much enjoyed it. And that thought scared him.

"Well.. Yes."

It was Ginny's turn to be wide-eyed with shock. She was completely speechless.

Harry ran his hand through his hair again, and put his head on his hands. They were silent for several minutes until Harry though he could hear crying. He looked up and was suprised to see that Ginny was laughing!

"Wha-" he couldn't even finish the word before she cracked completely. He sat in his chair, bewildered until her laughter died down. Wiping a tear from her eye, she gathered her thoughts.

"Now you've been honest with me, it's my turn." She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes. "I don't love you anymore Harry. I haven't for a while. But I've never known how to tell you."

Harry was speechless. As he stared silently at her, he could feel an impercetible weight lifting from his shoulders. He couldn't believe that Ginny was sitting across from him voicing the thoughts he'd had for months.

"Gin. I -" he stopped, still unsure what to say.

"I know Harry." She stood and smiled. She walked across the room to him and put a hand tenderly on his face. She kissed his forehead.

"So..." He stood, dragging her gaze upwards.

"We can still be friends. And don't worry, I won't tell anyone you're gay," she assured him, seeing the look on his face.

With that, she turned on her heel and left the room. Harry heard the fire flare as he sank into the chair.

Gay

The word rang around Harry's head.

What would his friends say? Would he even tell them? What would the press have to say about it?

Over and over, Harry asked himself the same questions. Kreacher's absent muttering, the fireplace and the gloomy house held no answers.

Harry drove himself slightly mental over the next couple of days. He paced the house, unable to decide what he should do. What he wanted to do...

Three days after his confrontation with Ginny, Harry decided it was time to visit the Burrow. He floo called ahead, and Molly was delighted to see him. Harry asked if the whole family could be present. He had an announcement to make.

As the majority of the Weasley family gathered for dinner, they were puzzled at what Harry's announcement could be.

Molly, obviously had assumed that he'd asked Ginny to marry him, judging by how much happier she'd been in the last couple of days. As a result, she made sure that they sat together at the other end of the table. This was intimidatating to Harry and he started to wonder if this was a good idea. Ginny put a reassuring hand on his shoulder as he stood, gaining the rapt attention of the entire table.

He coughed nervously.

"I think what I'm about to say will suprise, well, all of you. I don't know if Ginny has told you-" he paused noticing Molly ready to jump out of her seat. He realised what this sounded like and his mind went blank. He silently told Ginny that, if he wasn't gay he would have kissed her when she came to his aid.

"Harry and I aren't together anymore," she said bluntly. Molly visbly slumped in her chair. A number of different expressions were pasted across the faces of the people Harry loved. He was suprised to noticed that none of them, even Ron's, disgusted, as he'd so expected. Then he realised they hadn't heard the whole story.

"I'm gay," Harry blurted out. There were several moments of silence. Harry took the opportunity to sit down.

Hermionie suddenly leapt up and threw her arms around Harry.

"Oh Harry! We've known, longer than you have I should imagine."

"You have?" Harry looked up at her as she released him from her grasp.

"Think about it mate, all through school, loads of girls threw themselves at you and you just weren't interested. To be honest, I'm suprised it's taken you so long to figure it out." Ron half laughed.

Harry smiled at his best friends, wishing they'd told him, rather than let him carry on thinking he was straight. He looked at Molly and Arthur nervously.

Arthur reached across the table and shook his hand.

"I'm proud of you Harry. That was a brave thing you did just now."

"Thanks Mr. Weasley."

"Harry! How many times-" Arthur scolded.

"As long as you're both happy?" Molly said quietly.

"We stopped loving each other some time ago Mum," Ginny reassured her.

After their initial reaction was over, the family got over the issues and they spent the rest of the evening enjoying each other's company. Harry was relieved they'd taken the news so well. However, he wasn't so sure what the rest of the world would say.

I know there's been no Draco yet, but trust me, it'll be worth the wait. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW.

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