My hands were shaking uncontrollably as I walked out of my room in Malfoy Manor. 4 years had passed since I first met Harry, and now we had been dating for almost 9 months. Harry and I had already told Remus and Sirius, so it was my turn now. Lucius and Narcissa barely turned their heads as I walked into the room. It wasn't until I cleared his throat that my mother looked up. Ever since Voldemort's return my parents looked worried all the time, although they wouldn't tell me why.
"What's wrong dear?" my mum had a slight look of concern in her eyes as she noticed how nervous I was.
"I um.... I need to tell you something" I stuttered. I tried to focus on Harry, remembering the strength of his hand in mine, the warmth of his lips and the smile he wore whenever he saw me. "Go on honey. Is something wrong?" Both my parents were looking at me now, and so with Harry on my mind I carried on.
"I have been um...seeing someone. But the thing is, they uh.. they aren't a..a girl." I looked up to see my parents reaction at this point. My mother looked almost pitiful, and my father looked confused. Without waiting for their opinions, I continued.
"This guy... he's the love of my life. Whenever I'm scared or upset, he's always there for me. I don't know if you'll approve, but no matter what you say I'm going to be with him. So here it goes. I'm in love with Harry Potter." The last sentence seems to ring in the air as my parents soak it in.
"No." Is all my father says. His eyes are dark and unfeeling.
"No, Draco you can be gay for all I care but you CANNOT be in love with Harry Potter!" My mother looked horrified at what my father just said. But at the same time, I could feel the agreement in her eyes.
"Honey, you know that Voldemort would not be okay with this! He'll... he'll hurt you! And we... we don't want that to happen!" My mother was begging with me, but I was furious. These people were more worried about what Voldemort would think than how I feel. I stormed out of the room without another word. My mother called for me, but I raced up to my room. Grabbing my already packed bag off of the bed, I raced downstairs. I knew where I would go. Away from my parents, away from Voldemort, away from my future. And I ran to the only person who could help me in this moment. My thoughts race as I walk further and further away. I had expected that my parents would disapprove of my love for Harry, but I never could have predicted my parents reactions. Whatever happened with my father and Voldemort must have been bad. My father. That cowardly man should never have joined Voldemort in the first place. Than none of this would have happened, and I could love Harry in peace. My face was covered in tears by the time I arrived at Harry's house. I knocked at the door and waited for what felt like an eternity. Eventually, Remus and Sirius open the door. Immediately they let me in, clearly noticing the tear tracks all over my face.
"I'll go get Harry" Sirius says as I entered their home. Immediately the familiar smell of cinnamon and chocolate welcomed me as I drag my large bag into their home. Seconds later, a very concerned looking Harry bounds down the stairs. I know that he understands as he wraps me into his hug, pulling my slightly shorter head into his chest. I break down, finally feeling safe in the man I loves arms.
"It's okay" Harry says, his soothing voice giving me hope and courage.
"It's okay". I repeat, pulling myself into his warm, encouraging arms.
