Uncomfortable Truths

Chapter Ninety-Nine - The Quidditch Cup

Harry wakes to Draco draped over him. It's his favorite way to wake up. They got back from the hospital in time for dinner, but they ate in the suite. No one was ready to face the Great Hall. All of Kenneth's friends started showing up right after dinner let out. How they knew he was back, Harry will never know. It must be some weird Slytherin thing. He can't even blame Charlie, since the boy stayed with them the entire time. He would have stayed the night, but Kenneth got tired of his 'mother henning'. Kyle was bad enough; Kenneth couldn't handle two people fawning over him. He and Draco parent, it's not the same thing no matter what Kenneth said.

"Will you stop!" Kenneth yells.

Draco rolls over, "Do we have to wake up like this every morning?"

"Fuck you, Kenny, I'm just trying to help."

"No one asked for your bloody help."

Harry hugs Draco to him, "Do you want me to cast a silencing charm?"

"Well excuse me for being fucking civil."

"Why? Why start now? You're not civil. You're a dick... just keep being a dick. No one asked for this."

Draco sighs, "No, Potter, I want to hear what they're saying."

"Maybe I just wanted to do something nice for you, but apparently no one's allowed to be nice to Kenneth fucking Potter. Oh no, he can do everything by himself, he doesn't need anyone. You know what?"

"What! I would love to hear this. Go on, Ky, inform me."

"I'm going to cast the charm." Harry pulls Draco towards him, "It's very handy." He moves his hand down Draco's side, kissing his neck.

"Nothing." Kyle deflates, "It's nothing... do you know how to braid hair?"

"What?"

"A French braid, do you know how? Should I use smaller words? Maybe some inventive charades?"

"Your ceaseless libido will be the death of me." Draco kisses him.

"It'll be a glorious death." Harry agrees.

"Why the hell would I know how to braid hair?" Kenneth's voice floats in, "Why? Just put it up in that messy bun you're always wearing or find those stupid chop sticks."

"You like my chop sticks, you said they were cool."

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did."

"Nope, they're stupid."

"You said my hair was cool."

"I lied."

"Fuck off, you did not."

"Sure I did. I thought I was dying, so you know, I thought it was my last chance to build up that extraordinary ego of yours, and make you insufferable for our dads. A small 'fuck you' to the world before I was gone."

"Don't say that."

"What? That your ego's gigantic? Because it is."

"No! Don't say you thought you were going to die, Kenny."

"But I did."

Harry and Draco can't see the Slytherin, but they know he's shrugging, and Kyle is about to lose his mind.

"We better get out there." Harry sighs.

*****

The Malfoy-Potters or the Potter-Malfoys, depending on who you ask, are sitting together at the end of the 8th year table being the happy family Draco insists on. No more yelling, no more fighting, just a happy family. So happy in fact that all the other families will be jealous. That's the happy family he wants, that he demands.