Underneath the Mistletoe

ChapterFortyNine

Harry's POV
FifthYear-DayEight

Just before Harry was about to walk back into the dining room Sirius clapped a hand over his slim shoulder. He turned to look into his Godfathers sparkling tiered grey eyes. "I'll talk to Molly about all this okay?" Gratitude flooded through Harry at his words. "One thing though," Sirius looked like he was searching for the right words. "I'm not going to tell you what to do Harry, especially when it comes to who you do or don't decide to come out to...but some advice? Keep Molly in the loop, yeah? The Weasleys are to you what your Grandparents and Father were for me, they love you like one of their own." Sirius' eyes were shrouded with emotion but he managed an affectionate grin for Harry who nodded in understanding.

Hermione and and Ron were seated for breakfast when Harry and Sirius re-entered the room. His eyes sought out Draco's, which were already trained on him. The moment they met Draco was out of his seat and at his side. "Could I speak to you?" the blond asked, and without waiting for an answer threaded his fingers through Harry's and dragged him out of the room. Once out in the hallway Draco rounded on him, confusion and bewilderment in his expression. "They aren't mad at me," he stated.

Harry waited for an elaboration. "Okay...er why is that a problem?"

The blond almost ran a hand through his hair but caught himself and sleeked it back instead. "It's not a problem, it's just, I don't understand."

Harry snorted. "Ah I think I get it. The great Malfoy Heir doesn't like not knowing other people's intentions and angles. Am I right?"

Draco rolled his eyes and nailed Harry with a pointed look. "Fine, you're right. I don't like that they're treating me this way. Charlie and his friend are-"

"Boyfriend," Harry corrected.

"Huh?"

"Sean is Charlie's boyfriend."

Draco stared at him, emotions concealed, before he continued what he'd been saying before as if Harry hadn't said a thing. "They're laughing at my comments and being, well, nice to me." The pale boy cringed at this. "Why?"

"Because they're good people? Because they know I care about you?" Harry supplied.

Draco averted his eyes to the floor. "...you care about me?"

Harry shoved his hands in his pockets. "...yeah?"

"Oh, okay." Draco bounced on the balls of his feet impatiently. "Well, anyway, I need to get away from them all for a bit."

"I thought you said that they're being nice?" Harry asked confused as ever.

"I did, good job on listening for once Potter. It's the fact that they're being nice that's disturbing me. It's weird."

Harry rolled his eyes but followed Draco none the less.

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Ron's POV

He watched, bewildered, as Draco grabbed Harry's hand and pulled his best mate out of the room. The only thought going through his head was 'what the fucking hell?'

Ron looked around the table to see that none of the others seemed at all shocked or surprised. Charlie drinking his coffee, Sean was scarfing down more than his fair share of bacon, and Hermione was starting on her own breakfast. They were all acting so calm about this, like it wasn't even happening. While all he could do was sit there, dumbstruck and mouth hanging open.

"Why do you look so flabbergasted?"

"Sod off Charlie. My best mate just came out to liking it up the arse, he fancies his sworn nemesis, and it seems that the blond bugger likes him back. Sorry if I'm just a little taken back."