Why? - a Drarry Fanfic

Chapter 28

Draco.

"I take it you want to get married, then?" I ask. I can feel the blush rising to my face. I think back to the ring sitting under the bed. I hope he says not yet to marriage. I don't think I could handle that right now.

"Do you?" he replies. I don't answer.

We've only been together for a few months. I don't know what I want with him, but I want to stay with him, because finally; finally someone doesn't think I'm a freak. Finally, I can help someone. Finally, I love someone as much as they love me.

And finally, I can't think of ever being with anybody else.

"I think..." I start. "I think I want to take it slow. Hopefully in the future, but now... I like how things are now, I don't want anything to change that." I look at him, and he has a look, like he's thinking. 

"I think I feel the same way."

I rest my head against his shoulder. "Harry?"

"Hmm?"

"Love you." He chuckles and kisses the crown of my head. "Love you to, Dragon."

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"Harry?" I sit up groggily and see Harry, putting on a jacket. "What time is it?" I ask. "Six, go back to bed."

"Where are you going?" He walks over to me and gives me a one armed hug. "I have to go pick something up. George is coming with me, if something goes wrong go to Remus."

"Wrong?" I feel a wave of fear flash over me. "Like with Arthur, baby. Otherwise everything should be fine. I'll be back in an hour."

"Where-"

"Something. I'll be fine. Go back to bed." He kisses my forehead and walks downstairs. I hear him and George talking before they leave and the door closes. I roll over and try to go to sleep. Yesterday he traded in a lot of his money for pounds, and now he's going out at six in the morning.

I can't sleep.

After around twenty minutes I go downstairs myself for breakfast. No one else is awake yet. I pull a box of cereal from one of shelves and fix myself a bowl.

Halfway through someone puts their hand on my shoulder, making me jump, spill cereal, and turn around.

"I-I-I... M-Mr. Weasley?" He gives me a glare and sits in front of me. I stop eating.

"M-Mr. Weasley...?"

"You know," he starts. "I don't care if Harry dates men. I don't care if you do either. But the difference between those two statements is that I don't care if he dates men because it's natural, and it's okay. I don't care if you date men because I don't give a shit about you."

I look down at my lap. I knew he'd never except me. Why, though? I've worked so hard, everyone else can see that, so why can't he?

"I've changed," I whisper. "I'm trying to be better, I am better."

"No. No. Malfoys don't just change. Malfoys kill, hurt, deceive, torture, and inflict pain. Malfoys don't change. For all I know, for all we know you could be just like your father."

He goes to far.

I bite my lip to hold back the steady flow of tears that threatens to fall. "Sir, I-I'm nothing like him. I've never been like him."

He scoffs. "Oh really? Because both of you bully innocent people, especially while in school, you two look a hell of a lot alike, and gee, I don't know, you have a Dark Mark!"