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Draco Malfoy and the Chamber of Secret Love Letters
By Nanaki BH
"Remind me why we're sitting in the front?"
Draco had been asking the same question for a good five minutes. I had thrown a packet of sugar at him, which silenced him at first, but then he just kept asking incessantly. It was either here or the back of the shop. The back was pretty dark. Besides, in the back all the other couples were making out; apparently thinking they were alone. What was unfortunate was that their only other choice was right in front of the window. It was romantic, but not very private.
Just when Draco was about to me ask once more, the waitress walked by.
"Why, Harry?" I guess that didn't stop him. He kicked me under the table.
"You know why," I muttered, glancing in the direction of some couples... I had to do a double take.
"Sir?" The waitress was trying to get my attention but I ignored her.
"Draco, is that...?" My eyes grew as round as saucers.
"I fear it is, Harry." His eyes followed mine to one of the dark corners. There sat Ron leaning across the table, kissing Hermione passionately. "Did that spoil your fragile gay mind or something?"
The waitress looked us over. "Do you two need a moment to figure out your orders or are you ready?" I think we were scaring her.
"Sorry, miss." I had to shake my head to get that nasty (well, more just unusual) image from my mind. "I'll just have some chai." I had to poke his shoulder to get his attention. He was just as interested in Ron and Hermione as I was it seemed. "Draco, what do you want?"
He blinked a couple of times. "Are we all losing our minds?" It sounded as one of those questions you should laugh at, but he said it so seriously that I was almost afraid to answer. He threw his hands in the air for emphasis. "We've all being going out of our bloody minds!" His hands fell limply back to the table. "What's wrong with us, Harry?"
I placed a hand gently on the waitress's arm. "He'll just have some chamomile," I said, and then added as an after thought in a whisper, "he needs it." The corner of her mouth formed a sort of disgusted sneer.
"Alright, I'll be back in just a little while with your tea." Her words shook with some unrecognizable emotion. She fled quickly to the kitchen.
"Did we scare her? I think we've been doing that a lot lately. That's why I feel as though I'm losing my marbles. Really, is it odd to get so much attention in one day?" Draco had a look of total exasperation flooding his features. "Really! It's like we're on display or something!"
I rub the back of my neck. "Well, we sort of are. It's not everyday that Hogsmeade, let alone the wizarding world, sees a couple... such as ourselves." I thought that should explain enough. It was true though. How often did I hear of a gay couple here around Hogwarts? It was like they just didn't exist to these people. Maybe they figured it was just something not done. When you think about it, Draco might have never said anything if he hadn't sent me the wrong origami swan. I'm only used to it because I used to live in the Muggle world. That sort of thing was obvious in London. When ever I went to the grocery store with the Dursleys it was hard not to spot at least one gay couple. They were everywhere if you ask me.
"I don't see why we should be considered so 'rare'. I mean, this happens a lot, right?" Draco asked. Why is he so innocent? Did his parents not tell him of the ways of the actual world outside his door?
I sighed and put my hands over his. "It's some sort of hormonal imbalance. See, I know it has some scientific explanation. It's not something of free choice. At one point in time, people started to notice more and more of it and thought it was a misleading. That's entirely untrue. But you see it's not all that frequent. There must be way more than you think, but it's a closet community. It's not something to parade about... Actually it is, but you understand what I'm saying, right? There are people who just don't accept it and that's the reason why it's mostly never heard of." Did that make me sound like Hermione? It's not like I read up on this or anything...
"So why do people not accept it? Is that why we're getting funny looks and all?" His nose scrunched up in some adorable confusion.
I feel so wise about this. I've never had any other relationships, so I'm no professional love expert but... "There are people, mostly guys, who just don't think it's right. Women are viewed as the weaker sex and when men go and make themselves into what a straight man sees as the women's role, then to him it makes it seem like a disgrace to the male population. It's unfortunate that so many men can be so pig headed." Draco was watching me intently, soaking up as much information as he could. I continued for him. "If you feel that need to be taken care of, and for the lack of a better word, dominated, then there's no actual harm in it. It is just viewed as a more feminine thing to do. But that doesn't make it wrong."
He was resting his elbow on the table now, his chin resting in his palm. He looked sincerely interested. I wouldn't have guessed I was that interesting of a speaker. "Do I seem feminine?" he asked. I had to force away a blush.
"Well," I rubbed my cheeks, checking for warmth, "not entirely. But you most certainly act gay. You have that flamboyance about you." He smirked.
"So how do you think my parents will react when I tell them I'm queer?" he asked. It was surprising. He was smiling. When I was able to sneak the TV when the Dursleys were out... if they didn't lock me in the closet, that is, I would watch the news and anything educational I could find. I actually did stumble upon a news report about homosexuality, hence my knowledge of it. They said that most people are at first ashamed of it and go into denial. Draco in denial? Psh, no way! He might as well be wearing a rainbow patterned shirt for all I care!
"Well... you have to consider the war and all that. Given that Lucias is a death eater, I don't think," I tried another way of wording it, "he might not make it through..." I don't think that really worked any better than what I planned to say originally.
He waved a hand daintily at me. "Yes, yes, that's all true. My father most likely won't make it passed the war. That's too bad, but he's a totally different person now. It would be like losing someone I don't even know. I already lost my father. I guess I shouldn't care about his reaction then. I think my mum already knows though. She's been calling me her little princess ages." He laughed. "At night my dad used to tell me stories about death and destruction and then my mom would tell me stories about fairy tale romance. She always said I would find my prince someday. I wonder... Do you think she's actually aware that I'm a boy, or has she always known I was queer? Hmm... to imagine."
I guess it was pretty easy to see. I could tell already that he had a closer relationship with his mother. It seems possible then.
I was broken from my thoughts when the waitress returned to our table. "Alrighty! One chai and one chamomile!" Her smile was so bright it could have blinded me. Too bad I didn't have any sunglasses. "Do enjoy!" She skipped off merrily, knocking into a few tables on her way back to the front of the shop.
"What a nutter," muttered Draco around the rim of his tea cup. "She reminds me of that Cho girl, except not as slutty. Geez, that girl sure has some ass though!" I almost spit my tea out. What did he just say? "I want an ass like that!" Okay, that's better.
Speaking of Cho, the impossible just decided to happen. Cho and her gang of friends walked up right in front of the tea shop. Being the total air-heads they are, they didn't notice us until one of them turned to look into the window. Wait... Did she see us? She just kind of stood there, turning her head a couple times. Realization dawned that she was actually looking at her reflection in the window. After about a minute then, one of Cho's other friends turned to look into the window as well. This girl must have been one brain cell smarter because she was the first to notice us. "Crap," I coughed through my tea. She got this expression that could have been easily labeled as 'ohmyfuckinggodwhatthehellisgoingoninthere?!'.
"I told you it was a bad idea to sit in the front!" scolded Malfoy. "Those girls have some sort of radar that tracks us. I'm sure of it!" He stood and with one hand, scooped up his tea cup and with the other, grabbed my arm. "We're going to the back now, Harry!"
Of course, 'the back' was synonymous with 'the make out section'. Not that I minded all that much though. Draco found an empty set of chairs and we sat down. They were the ones Hermione and Ron had previously been sitting at. But like the party crashers they are, Cho and her gang came pushing their way into the shop. Cho thrust her way passed a few disgruntled couples already waiting in line with super human force. The ultra-bouncy waitress stood in front, and when she tried to brush her aside, it was like she recognized the face of an old rival. She grabbed Cho's shoulder in a vicious death grip and whirled her around. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but it was definitely keeping her from moving any further. She pointed back to the entrance. "What is she saying?" I whispered to Draco.
"You don't have to whisper," he said plainly. "They can't hear you. I think she said that they either have to wait their turn or get out. Ha. That girl deserves it. She'll never give up." He took his eyes from her to stare back into mine. It was the most loving gaze I had ever seen. Not even in one of those sappy shows on Bravo had I seen such an adoring look. "Harry," he whispered. "This is a place for lovers and stuff like that, right? So... Um..." He fidgeted a bit, wringing his hands together. "Does that make us lovers?" he asked. His voice was light, almost with worry.
I placed my hands over his. I felt so comfortable like that. In that touch, I was given my answer.
"Yes, Draco. I love you."
A slow smile broke upon his lips. Were those tears in his eyes. "I love you too, Harry." He leaned over the table and gave me a sweet kiss directly on my lips.
I could still hear Cho's angry screams from behind us, but did that really matter?
Author's Notes: That chapter was unusually long for me, I think. I think that cleared everything up so far. If you were doubting that they were gay for some reason, then there must be no doubt in your mind after my homosexual lecture. So, I think my next chapter should include Honeydukes. Draco needs to buy a unicorn horn lolly.
Draco Malfoy and the Chamber of Secret Love Letters
By Nanaki BH
"Remind me why we're sitting in the front?"
Draco had been asking the same question for a good five minutes. I had thrown a packet of sugar at him, which silenced him at first, but then he just kept asking incessantly. It was either here or the back of the shop. The back was pretty dark. Besides, in the back all the other couples were making out; apparently thinking they were alone. What was unfortunate was that their only other choice was right in front of the window. It was romantic, but not very private.
Just when Draco was about to me ask once more, the waitress walked by.
"Why, Harry?" I guess that didn't stop him. He kicked me under the table.
"You know why," I muttered, glancing in the direction of some couples... I had to do a double take.
"Sir?" The waitress was trying to get my attention but I ignored her.
"Draco, is that...?" My eyes grew as round as saucers.
"I fear it is, Harry." His eyes followed mine to one of the dark corners. There sat Ron leaning across the table, kissing Hermione passionately. "Did that spoil your fragile gay mind or something?"
The waitress looked us over. "Do you two need a moment to figure out your orders or are you ready?" I think we were scaring her.
"Sorry, miss." I had to shake my head to get that nasty (well, more just unusual) image from my mind. "I'll just have some chai." I had to poke his shoulder to get his attention. He was just as interested in Ron and Hermione as I was it seemed. "Draco, what do you want?"
He blinked a couple of times. "Are we all losing our minds?" It sounded as one of those questions you should laugh at, but he said it so seriously that I was almost afraid to answer. He threw his hands in the air for emphasis. "We've all being going out of our bloody minds!" His hands fell limply back to the table. "What's wrong with us, Harry?"
I placed a hand gently on the waitress's arm. "He'll just have some chamomile," I said, and then added as an after thought in a whisper, "he needs it." The corner of her mouth formed a sort of disgusted sneer.
"Alright, I'll be back in just a little while with your tea." Her words shook with some unrecognizable emotion. She fled quickly to the kitchen.
"Did we scare her? I think we've been doing that a lot lately. That's why I feel as though I'm losing my marbles. Really, is it odd to get so much attention in one day?" Draco had a look of total exasperation flooding his features. "Really! It's like we're on display or something!"
I rub the back of my neck. "Well, we sort of are. It's not everyday that Hogsmeade, let alone the wizarding world, sees a couple... such as ourselves." I thought that should explain enough. It was true though. How often did I hear of a gay couple here around Hogwarts? It was like they just didn't exist to these people. Maybe they figured it was just something not done. When you think about it, Draco might have never said anything if he hadn't sent me the wrong origami swan. I'm only used to it because I used to live in the Muggle world. That sort of thing was obvious in London. When ever I went to the grocery store with the Dursleys it was hard not to spot at least one gay couple. They were everywhere if you ask me.
"I don't see why we should be considered so 'rare'. I mean, this happens a lot, right?" Draco asked. Why is he so innocent? Did his parents not tell him of the ways of the actual world outside his door?
I sighed and put my hands over his. "It's some sort of hormonal imbalance. See, I know it has some scientific explanation. It's not something of free choice. At one point in time, people started to notice more and more of it and thought it was a misleading. That's entirely untrue. But you see it's not all that frequent. There must be way more than you think, but it's a closet community. It's not something to parade about... Actually it is, but you understand what I'm saying, right? There are people who just don't accept it and that's the reason why it's mostly never heard of." Did that make me sound like Hermione? It's not like I read up on this or anything...
"So why do people not accept it? Is that why we're getting funny looks and all?" His nose scrunched up in some adorable confusion.
I feel so wise about this. I've never had any other relationships, so I'm no professional love expert but... "There are people, mostly guys, who just don't think it's right. Women are viewed as the weaker sex and when men go and make themselves into what a straight man sees as the women's role, then to him it makes it seem like a disgrace to the male population. It's unfortunate that so many men can be so pig headed." Draco was watching me intently, soaking up as much information as he could. I continued for him. "If you feel that need to be taken care of, and for the lack of a better word, dominated, then there's no actual harm in it. It is just viewed as a more feminine thing to do. But that doesn't make it wrong."
He was resting his elbow on the table now, his chin resting in his palm. He looked sincerely interested. I wouldn't have guessed I was that interesting of a speaker. "Do I seem feminine?" he asked. I had to force away a blush.
"Well," I rubbed my cheeks, checking for warmth, "not entirely. But you most certainly act gay. You have that flamboyance about you." He smirked.
"So how do you think my parents will react when I tell them I'm queer?" he asked. It was surprising. He was smiling. When I was able to sneak the TV when the Dursleys were out... if they didn't lock me in the closet, that is, I would watch the news and anything educational I could find. I actually did stumble upon a news report about homosexuality, hence my knowledge of it. They said that most people are at first ashamed of it and go into denial. Draco in denial? Psh, no way! He might as well be wearing a rainbow patterned shirt for all I care!
"Well... you have to consider the war and all that. Given that Lucias is a death eater, I don't think," I tried another way of wording it, "he might not make it through..." I don't think that really worked any better than what I planned to say originally.
He waved a hand daintily at me. "Yes, yes, that's all true. My father most likely won't make it passed the war. That's too bad, but he's a totally different person now. It would be like losing someone I don't even know. I already lost my father. I guess I shouldn't care about his reaction then. I think my mum already knows though. She's been calling me her little princess ages." He laughed. "At night my dad used to tell me stories about death and destruction and then my mom would tell me stories about fairy tale romance. She always said I would find my prince someday. I wonder... Do you think she's actually aware that I'm a boy, or has she always known I was queer? Hmm... to imagine."
I guess it was pretty easy to see. I could tell already that he had a closer relationship with his mother. It seems possible then.
I was broken from my thoughts when the waitress returned to our table. "Alrighty! One chai and one chamomile!" Her smile was so bright it could have blinded me. Too bad I didn't have any sunglasses. "Do enjoy!" She skipped off merrily, knocking into a few tables on her way back to the front of the shop.
"What a nutter," muttered Draco around the rim of his tea cup. "She reminds me of that Cho girl, except not as slutty. Geez, that girl sure has some ass though!" I almost spit my tea out. What did he just say? "I want an ass like that!" Okay, that's better.
Speaking of Cho, the impossible just decided to happen. Cho and her gang of friends walked up right in front of the tea shop. Being the total air-heads they are, they didn't notice us until one of them turned to look into the window. Wait... Did she see us? She just kind of stood there, turning her head a couple times. Realization dawned that she was actually looking at her reflection in the window. After about a minute then, one of Cho's other friends turned to look into the window as well. This girl must have been one brain cell smarter because she was the first to notice us. "Crap," I coughed through my tea. She got this expression that could have been easily labeled as 'ohmyfuckinggodwhatthehellisgoingoninthere?!'.
"I told you it was a bad idea to sit in the front!" scolded Malfoy. "Those girls have some sort of radar that tracks us. I'm sure of it!" He stood and with one hand, scooped up his tea cup and with the other, grabbed my arm. "We're going to the back now, Harry!"
Of course, 'the back' was synonymous with 'the make out section'. Not that I minded all that much though. Draco found an empty set of chairs and we sat down. They were the ones Hermione and Ron had previously been sitting at. But like the party crashers they are, Cho and her gang came pushing their way into the shop. Cho thrust her way passed a few disgruntled couples already waiting in line with super human force. The ultra-bouncy waitress stood in front, and when she tried to brush her aside, it was like she recognized the face of an old rival. She grabbed Cho's shoulder in a vicious death grip and whirled her around. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but it was definitely keeping her from moving any further. She pointed back to the entrance. "What is she saying?" I whispered to Draco.
"You don't have to whisper," he said plainly. "They can't hear you. I think she said that they either have to wait their turn or get out. Ha. That girl deserves it. She'll never give up." He took his eyes from her to stare back into mine. It was the most loving gaze I had ever seen. Not even in one of those sappy shows on Bravo had I seen such an adoring look. "Harry," he whispered. "This is a place for lovers and stuff like that, right? So... Um..." He fidgeted a bit, wringing his hands together. "Does that make us lovers?" he asked. His voice was light, almost with worry.
I placed my hands over his. I felt so comfortable like that. In that touch, I was given my answer.
"Yes, Draco. I love you."
A slow smile broke upon his lips. Were those tears in his eyes. "I love you too, Harry." He leaned over the table and gave me a sweet kiss directly on my lips.
I could still hear Cho's angry screams from behind us, but did that really matter?
Author's Notes: That chapter was unusually long for me, I think. I think that cleared everything up so far. If you were doubting that they were gay for some reason, then there must be no doubt in your mind after my homosexual lecture. So, I think my next chapter should include Honeydukes. Draco needs to buy a unicorn horn lolly.