This was written for the prompt: Coming Out. It had to be 365 words, so I had to take a hatchet to it in order to meet the rules. I'm sorry if it's a bit vague.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

"You can do this," Draco murmured, adjusting the collar on Harry's shirt and brushing a kiss against his lips.

It wasn't enough. Tilting his head to get better access, Harry quickly deepened the kiss evoking a soft moan from his boyfriend.

He wondered how far he could push Draco with Hermionie and Ron sitting in Harry's living room. It had been years since there'd been any animosity between the trio and the former Slytherin, but he finally needed to clue them in on his big secret.

Incidentally, Draco broke the kiss and pushed at the other man's chest until Harry released him. "Speccy git," Draco whispered fondly, cupping Harry's cheek and lightly brushing his thumb over the soft skin.

"Cheeky bastard," Harry accused with a wink. "Wait for me, yeah?"

"Of course, love," Draco grinned and slapped Harry's backside. "Now get out there and be the big, brave Gryffindork."

"I'll get you for the later."

"Is that a threat, Potter?" Draco purred, pushing gently at Harry's back, forcing him out of the kitchen.

"It's a promise."

Knowing that Draco would be there no matter the outcome of his conversation with Ron and Hermione, Harry marched into the living room. He could do this. He would do this.

"Everything all right, Harry?" Hermione asked from her spot next to Ron on the couch.

"Yeah," Harry answered, suddenly feeling small.

"You're scaring us, mate," Ron said with a calculating look on his face.

"Well, it's…" Harry trailed off and glanced in the direction of the kitchen. "I'm gay. And I've been seeing Draco for six months."

Harry had expected shock or tears from Hermione and screaming from Ron. He'd not anticipated the knowing look they shot at each other, a full conversation in their eyes before they broke into laughter.

"We know," Ron snorted. "We've known for like sixteen years, Harry."

"You already knew?"

"Draco you can come out here," Hermione called, her eyes on the kitchen door. "It's fine."

"You—you knew?"

"Harry, you and Draco have been disappearing for the past six months and returning with matching hickies. It's not that hard to figure out, mate."

"You knew?"

"We knew," Hermione and Ron said simultaneously.

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