When you see my truth (drarry fanfic)

Chapter 20. Telling

It was too good to be true. Harry swept me into his arms and kissed me, I wasn't late to reply. Harry had shown me how amazing it was. This was nothing like that long tongue filled with death, this was soft, delicious.

Harry's arms around me felt so perfect. What have I done to deserve this? Nothing, I haven't done anything to deserve this. I'm not deserving it. But yet, here he is. Holding me like I'm actually precious.

Harry pulled away, looking into my eyes. "Draco, do you want to be my boyfriend?" he asks. I held my breath. Would Harry really say that? Is this all a prank?

"W... W... Why?" I manage to get out of me.

"Draco, you're amazing. You've survived in a world many people wouldn't. You're kind, you're smart. Don't think I don't know that, after all, you made it pretty clear how good your grades were. Screaming it across the room only so I would be jealous, right? You're also so... so... beautiful. Your hair is like silk and your eyes are like silver. You're so much more than you give yourself credit for. Forget what your father has been telling you. You're perfect. You don't need to keep up the Malfoy mask, because I will protect you. I'm not going to let anything harm you, I promise."

"Yes Harry. I want to be your boyfriend." I said with tears in my eyes. I couldn't believe why this raven haired guy who could get any veela girl he wants, actually decides to choose me. "It's... not because you pity me... right?" I said. Unsure if Harry want to be with me because he doesn't like the fact that I'm dying, or if he really loves me.

"Draco, I wouldn't throw my life away for someone I don't love this way. I want you, Draco. Not Hanna, not any other veela, you."

Harry made it crystal clear. Could I actually trust this. Yes, I'm going to trust him, I love him, so I'm going to trust him.
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We were heading to the Great hall. Harry had suggested to not announce it official before we've told our friends, so I pretended nothing had happened until later when I was in the common room with Blaise, Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle. They would probably hate me, ignore me, bully me. Well, I can take it. I haven't been raised by my father for nothing. I knew how to handle with bullies, after all, I was one myself.

"I've ... mated." I begun. Their eyes shone with happiness. They said things like "Congratulations." and "Who is she?" and "Is she pretty?"

I took a deep breath, wanting it out of me as fast as possible. "It's not a she, it's a he, and that he is Potter. Harry Potter." I said fast. But they understood. I couldn't have made it clearer. They stared at me. Wide eyed.

"Potter?" Pansy said at last. I nodded.
"You're actually... In love with Potter?" she continued. I nodded again.
"Your father... wont be happy." she said then.
"I know, I don't think he has found out yet. But he soon will." I said. "And I know you don't like it, I know you probably think, but it's Potter?! Well, I bloody well know it's Potter, and it's your decision if you're going to accept it or not, but I'm already mated and nothing in this world can change that."

"Bloody queer." Goyle said and got up, Crabbe following him. But Pansy and Blaise stayed.

"So... You really are gay then?" Blaise said questionably.
"Well, pretty much. At least gay for Harry." I said. Pansy just sat there. Probably not knowing what to do. "Are you going to die?" Blaise then said. He knew pretty much about veelas, considering I've told him things. He knows that unrequired love for a veela means death.
"I don't know... I'm actually currently Harry's boyfriend. He asked me before, when he called me out."

"Really... I thought you would draw your wands."
"I know. At the house... Much happened. Harry knows things about me no one else does, and I know things about him. I love him, and he has told me, that he loves me."

"You believe him?" Pansy asks.

"I do." I just said. I realised it will be hard for them to take in. After all, I was gay in our worst enemy. And if they don't come around, they don't. I have to accept that. After all, friends in Slytherin doesn't mean much. Relationships in Slytherin doesn't mean much. But Blaise is different. He can actually be considered a friend. Pansy too, though she was always clingy and I think she had a big crush on me. I think they'll accept me. If not, I'll live with it. Harry is after all more important than what they think.

-Harry's pov-

"You're WHAT?" Ron exploded. "First you goes and say that he isn't that bad of a bloke, then you come and says you love him? Has he drugged you or anything. Cursed you? Given you a love potion?"

"Stop it Ron!" Hermione said. "Are you sure?" she then said to me.

I nodded. I was pretty sure. I loved having him in my arms. I loved looking at him, talking to him. Everything.
"Then there's nothing left for us than to accept it. Ron, Harry is who Harry is, and is he gay in Malfoy then he is gay in Malfoy, no more to that. I think Harry already have thought this trough deeply, right Harry?"

"Yes, of course I have." I said. Ron looked angry but didn't say anything. He knew it was bad to say something against Hermione.

So next step was... Coming out to the school. We can't keep this a secret. I'll take on everyone who might want to be mean to Draco. Draco deserves happiness. Draco deserves to be free from problems.
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There he was. In the middle of Zabini and Parkinson. How was he going to meet me now?

We we're going for dinner and I caught up with them. "Em... Draco?" he said questionably.

"Harry." Draco answered, I could not hear the usual venom in the voice.

"You've..." I continued. Looking at Zabini and Parkinson.

"If this is some ugly prank you're doing, I'm personally going to kill you. Don't you dare hurt Draco." Parkinson said. She knows... heh.

"I'm not going to hurt Draco..."

"Good for you." she said, and walked briskly on, close followed by Zabini.

"They... accepted me. I was actually pretty chocked by that. Guess I had better friends than I thought." Draco said. "Yeah, Hermione and Ron also knows. They're... accepting. Even if it's a bit hard to take in."

"Look, it's the queers." A voice laughed behind Draco, coming up from the dungeons. It was Goyle.

"Well, at least not a drumhead like you. I mean, wouldn't anyone rather be gay than you." Draco snapped back. Obviously back in self defence mode.

"Wait until your father hears about this, Malfoy." Goyle smirked.

"Shut it Goyle." I said. I didn't want him to butt in our talk.

"Oh, the other queer. Feeling good having the boy who live defending you Malfoy?" Goyle laughed.

"I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, I just don't find it necessary to waste my energy over something so trivial as you." Draco said and continued walking toward the Great hall with confident steps. I followed.

"Pretty nice said."

"Well I've had my practice. It's you I'm worried about. I don't think your fan club will be to happy about it. They probably has this perfect idea of you getting with a beauty."

"Well, to bad I don't give a fuck." I said and Draco smiled. We parted after entering the Great hall. Draco went to the Slytherin table and I went to the Gryffindor.