Draco's Heart (a Harry and Draco fanfic)

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"Just one minute, Hermione!" Yelled Harry out the door as we scrambled to put our clothes back on.
"I'll hide under your desk." I said. Harry had Finished buttoning up his shirt and helped me locate mine.

"I don't know if I'm ready for the world to know." Said Harry, and I truly felt the same way, not because I was embarrassed for being in love with him, quite on the contrary. I was embarrassed for him, because who in their right mind would fall for me? The man who disarmed Dumbledore so he could be murdered. Harry deserved better, but he chose me and possibly loved my almost as much as I loved him.
"Me neither." I replied before grabbing my shirt of the ground and practically leaping over the desk. As Harry and Hermione talked, I couldn't see them, but I still listened Inventively.

"Harry! Are you going to open this door or not?" Hermione spoke.

"Sorry," Harry said, I could hear the door unlocking and Hermione's footsteps as she entered.

"Oh I apologize for not stopping by sooner, I've just been so busy."

"As have I."

"I heard about what's going on with you and Ginny, I'm so sorry."

"How much do you know about what's going on, Hermione?"

"Not much."

"Care to elaborate?" Harry says, Hermione takes a loud breath.

"Ginny wanted a divorce, and now apparently you've had an affair? That's all that Ron told me, Harry, Honest. And now they are off to Disney land...without you. I don't know what's really going on, that's why I wanted to come by. To talk with you about it."

"She told me she wanted a divorce months ago, and the moment I agree she flips the switch. It wasn't exactly an affair if Ginny and I weren't really together, was it?" Harry questioned.

"So you were with someone. Are you still with that person?" Hermione pauses, "Harry, why is your shirt improperly buttoned?"

"Sorry, I hadn't noticed it was. And yes, we are still together. It's been so long since I've felt this way about someone, Hermione." These words made me happy, he truly cared about me.

"Do you love her?" Hermione , asked, catching him off guard.

"What?"

"The one you're having an affair with. Do you love her?" Hermione said.
Of course she wouldn't consider the fact I was a him. Because why would she? Harry was presumably heterosexual. I wondered how Harry would reply.

"Yes, I do."

"Well in that case I-" Hermione started, not realizing Harry wasn't finished speaking.

"- I do love him." Said Harry. I was irrefutably shocked, I had not expected him to reveal that he was in love with a man, would he admit it was me?

"Him? Harry? You've been with a man?" She questioned.

"Define 'with' " Harry said with a surprising level of what can be described by no other word than sass.

"With, Harry, romantically involved...." she trailed off, "sexually involved".
I knew that Hermione would have nothing against homosexuals, but she was just in shock that one of her best friends for many years had never told her he had ever had romantic or sexual feelings towards a man.

"We haven't been sexually involved. But we are very romantically involved and our relationship was moving in that direction" was moving, I thought to myself, if you hadn't knocked on the door just now we would have taken that step.

"Are you...are you happy with him?" She asked.

"Very happy."

"I know you haven't happy with Ginny for a long time, if this makes you happy then I'll be happy to eventually meet him." She said.

"Well you can meet him now, if you'd like." He said. I was shocked, I had no clue he was going to display me to her. "You have already met though."

"How could I meet him now?"

"Well, for one, he's hiding under my desk at the moment, you sort of um...interrupted something"

"What do you mean I've met him?"

"You can come out now Draco." Harry said. Hermione spoke my name shortly before I placed my hand on the desk and slowly stood up. I must have looked quite dishevelled, my hair a mess and my shirt backwards(which I hadn't noticed until I stood up).

"Are you serious? Draco Malfoy? You're sleeping with Draco Malfoy?"

"I believe he previously mentioned we haven't slept together yet." I chimed in. Why did I do that? It was so stupid.

"He's changed so much, Hermione, and I love him." Said Harry as he walked around the desk and took my hand. "I really do." He said looking up directly in my eyes.

"Are you kidding Harry?" She turned to me, "have you used some sort of love potion? I thought it was odd that Harry was with a man, but you? This is unreal." As much as I would have liked to say that what she said had no effect on me, it brought me back to what I had previously thought.

"Hermione, I trusted you enough to tell you this, and you accuse my boyfriend of practically poisoning me?" Harry said.

"Harry, he practically murdered Dumbledore, he's a death eater! You're an aurer you shouldn't do this! He's called me a mud blood more times than I can count-"

"And you punched me in the face for that back in third year!" I said, suddenly angry, she has no idea all I've done for her, for Harry. I am not who people think I am. It was time for a secret to come out, one I'd been holding onto for more than 16 years.

"That's not nearly payback enough, Malfoy." She said.

"Maybe saving your bloody life was payback enough, where do you think you would be if I hadn't slipped that page in your book?" Now that it had started I knew I wouldn't be able to stop.

"Draco, what are you talking about?" Said Harry.

"That paper you found in Hermione's hand when she was petrified in second year, did you actually think she would tear a page out of a book?" I said, revealing the truth. It was me who tore the basalisk page out of the book, it was me who put the page into Hermione's schoolbooks so she would go looking for more information, that was why she was in the library that night with the mirror, yes technically that means it was my fault she was petrified, but without that information every muggleborn in the school could have died. I've never been 100% a bad person. I wasn't the disgusting death eater everyone thought I was.

"I-" Harry started.

"I had no idea that was you, I figured it was a professor." Spoke Hermione.

"Well, no, no it wasn't. And I don't appreciate everyone's hatred of me when I've done countless things to help all of you. Dobby was my house elf, how else would he have known about Harry? You assume what you don't know, and I assumed someone with the smarts that you have wouldn't do that, how foolish we've both been. Harry, my love? I'm sorry for yelling and I'm sorry for this, but I have to leave. I'm aggravated and I don't want to say something I'll regret." After I finished my rant, I kissed him quickly on the lips, grabbed my coat and my shoe(which was under the loveseat) and stormed out of Harry's office.
I felt strangely liberated on the way home, and though I was a little upset with myself for the outburst, but I was happy that people were finally understanding the truth. I went home and went to sleep, and dreamt as if I was still young and had been with Harry from the beginning.

I was happy.