Living A Lie- 19 Years (Drarry)

Chapter 5

It was a month later now. The kids were back at school and Harry and Ginny had signed the divorce papers. Ron wasn't talking to him, but Harry had sent a few owls every so often to Hermione to update her.

The Prophet had a field week when their divorce went public. Everyone was speculating why: that was until Ginny stepped outside. On her stomach was a small bump, barely visible if you weren't looking for it.

Ginny had Owled James and Albus several times, earning a few replies back. Rose was told by the two young Potter's for Ginny to stop, and they had not recieved an owl since. At the moment, the only people in the house were Harry and Draco.

Rooming wise, Harry and Draco shared a room. Sometimes the same bed, but Harry slept on the couch in the room. James had his own that they would be decorating for his Christmas gift, and Albus and Scorpius happily shared a room.

Today is the day Harry told himself. Draco and himself were cooking at the moment. Since it was a Sunday, Draco wanted to cook a Sunday Dinner without magic. And they made a mess... In the middle of mashing the potatoes, Harry accidentally flicked the masher, making it splatter over Draco's face and clothing. From that, they threw mash potato at each other until the bowl was gone.

After a quick shower, Draco served the food up and Harry laid out the table. On one side sat Draco, on the other was Harry. Now's the time...

"I have something to tell you..." shaking, Harry had to drop the fork to stop the jingle of the metal on the plate, "I'm- I," his eyes sprang with tears and his lip quivered. Unable to meet Draco's eyes, he stared at the table cloth, "I'm gay." A sharp intake of breathe had his head snapping up.

Shooting from his seat, Draco ran around the table to kneel in front of Harry. "Hey, it's ok, you're ok. I guess this makes it easier for me to do- I'm gay too: that's why me and Astoria wouldn't have worked out." Laughing, Draco was teary-eyed also.

Cupping the man's cheeks Draco looked up to Harry seeing relief and shock. "Is that why you and Ginny,"
"Yeah, yeah it is..." they were so close now that from an angle they would look like they were kissing.

"I have an important question." Stated Draco, moving his hands to also cup Harry's cheeks, "How long?"
"Five years- questioning since," Draco watched as Harry's Adams apple bobbed when he swallowed, "Since I brought you back from the trial."

"One more," Draco moved his hands to Harry's neck and hair, "Can I?" His voice barely above a the wind but they were so close that Harry heard loud and clear.
"Yeah," replied Harry, closing his eyes and leaning in.

The kiss shared was the best in Harry's existence. Unlike with Ginny, Harry and Draco both controlled the kiss. Draco's lips firmer than hers and so much warmer and welcoming. Kneeling was becoming too painful for Draco's 30+ year old body. So, he didn't break the kiss but got up, sitting in Harry's lap: allowing the kiss to deepen, he woved his hands in that unruly but perfect hair.

Pulling away, the moon stared down at the forest. "Wow" Harry sighed, keeping his hands on Draco's hips and their foreheads pressed together. "How long for you?"

Draco's fingers played with the hair at the bottom of Harry's head, also enjoying the warmth of the man below him, "Nineteen years since the trial."

"Seems like we've both been living a lie." Laughed Harry, unconsciously rubbing circles on the mans hips.
Draco laughed too and leant in to kiss Harry again, "Not anymore."

"How about a date tomorrow?" Asked Harry when they pulled away once more. They talked in that position for a while in hushed voices. Agreeing to tell people, but to tell their friends first. Ginny should be the first to know for Harry, and then there were the kids. Draco knew how Pansy, Blaise, Greg and Theo would react: they would be relieved. Now, they wouldn't have to listen to Draco's rants about Potter.

Flooing to Ginny's, they kept their hands laced together. Upon arrival, there was just Dean in the house. "Oh-er... hi." He awkwardly said. Well, Harry thought he should be feeling awkward but it was just too funny.
"Hello Thomas, any chance you know the whereabouts of Ginerva?" Asked Draco as polite as ever.

The man looked at their joint hands, smiling at them. "You're gay, aren't you Harry?" Asked Dean. Harry's face turned pink, "I'll tell Ginny- she isn't too accepting of that stuff. Now go, you look ready for a date night."

Going to the restaurant, Draco talked about how weird that encounter was. And how, with every other person in the world, an encounter with the person their wife cheated on with would not go so smoothly.

The entire date was full of witty banter, funny flirting and loving gazes. Ever since their first dinner together all those years ago, Harry had never felt so happy and alive.

Thankfully, they were able to tell James, Scorpius and Albus before the Prophet Papers released the day after. The title read The Boy Who's Gay? Harry's first thought was what a creative title and rolled his eyes.

For a week, Harry wouldn't leave their shared room as he cried and cried from the Howlers sent by Molly, Arthur, George and Ron. He got comforting letters from the oldest three Weasley's and Harry was shocked to find he liked Percy just a bit more after his words.

Kissing and cuddling Harry seemed to be the best way to comfort him, which Draco found very easy to do. In that time period, Harry had resigned and to him, it was like his world was falling apart. But then Draco would enter the room, or kiss him, or hug him, or smile at him and Harry knew he was just building a world. Never did Harry regret being with Ginny, because then he wouldn't have his two sons, who are incredibly mature for their age.