Draco stepped out of the floo and walked directly to the kitchen, mumbling nonsensical things to himself. Harry had fallen asleep on the couch earlier and woke up when the fireplace had roared to life. He furrowed his brows and watched as his boyfriend trudged into the kitchen like a madman. Sighing he got up and went after him.

"Utterly ridiculous... over reacting... bloody ladies... fatherly intuition..." Draco mumbled, "Harry!"

"Uhm..." Harry winced and put a hand to his ear, "What exactly are you looking for?"

"Where are the bloody wine glasses?" Draco yelled, as he flailed his arms around him in a very un-Malfoy manner. He pulled out his wand and opened the wine bottle and Harry was relieved when the bottle didn't break or go flying in his direction. "Never mind, I don't need them."

"Okay then." Harry was not quite sure what to do. His boyfriend was temperamental and Harry knew a good snog could calm him down most times, just not when he had alcohol in his system. He watched as Draco drank straight from the wine bottle he had brought in with him.

"Well? Aren't you going to ask me what's wrong?" Draco huffed, as he sat on a stool.

Harry sighed. "What's wrong Draco?" He asked, as he walked up beside him.

"What do you mean what's wrong? My parents that's what!" Draco yelled, as he put the wine bottle to his lips once more. Harry played with the hairs at the back of Draco's neck.

"What happened, love?" Harry asked, smiling. If Draco saw the look on his face he would likely be hexed.

"Mother started off on another one of her speeches about finding myself a wife. I couldn't take it Harry, she started talking about sex and performance and... bloody hell I just blurted out that I was gay! But they should have realized that by now. It's the part where I told them about you they didn't take too keenly."

"I'm sorry?" Harry was not sure he heard right. Did Draco just tell him that he told his parents about them? Harry was still working up the courage to tell the Weasley's.

"Now you sound like mother..." Draco mumbled, as he took another swig. "Anyway, they want to have dinner with you... alone. Merlin, I'm suspicious of them. They want you to go to the Manor tomorrow to-"

"Tomorrow?" Harry squeaked.

"Did I say tomorrow? I meant... well... yes, tomorrow."

"I have dinner with the Weasley's tomorrow..."

"Well... cancel."

Harry exhaled as he looked at himself in the mirror. He was going to Malfoy Manor. Alone. Without Draco. To talk to Narcissa and Lucius. He was not pleased and he was most definitely nervous. Draco stopped by his flat to see him off and Harry was grateful, because there was no way he was going to let Draco get away with this. None. They may argue later, possibly have some angry make-up sex, and hopefully they could get past their early reveal.

"You ready?" Draco asked, as Harry slipped on his robes.

"Yes. Are you?" Harry asked, as he held Draco's hand.

"What for?" Draco asked, as he eyed him suspiciously.

"You are taking myplace at the Weasley's tonight. No excuses." Harry smiled, as he kissed Draco's cheek.

"Potter! You had better not." Harry apparated them to the doorstep of the Weasley residence and knocked loudly. "Potter, I'm going to-"

"Harry you're ear-" Ginny had answered the door and froze as she saw Draco. He smiled tightly at her.

"G'Night Gin." Harry said to her as he pulled Draco with him and into the house. He went to look for Molly in the kitchen and saw that Hermione and Bill were there with her. "Hey, uhm. I've got to go somewhere tonight, real short notice actually. So Draco here is going to fill you guys in for me. Right Draco?"

"I'm what?" Draco whispered. Harry smiled and kissed him gently before letting go of his hand and apparating to Malfoy Manor.