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Acceptance	By : Madam_Weasley Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6301 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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I wake to a bang and sit up.
                “OI, what are… BLOODY HELL!”
                I’m very confused. It takes me a minute to figure out why I’m surrounded by Gryffindor things.
                I look at the doorway where Weasley is standing with his hand over his eyes.
                “What in the name of Merlin? Never mind. UGH. I need my memory modified.” He’s ranting.
                Potter never sat up, he just put his pillow over his head. “Why are you hear?” it’s muffled and can’t be heard over Weasley’s swearing. He finally sits up.
                “Why are you here Ron!”
                “It’s 10:00 in the morning on a Tuesday and you missed a meeting with Shakelbolt. I came to see if you were dead or sick. Now I’m sick. You should really warn a person you know.”
                “Damn!” Potter jumps out of bed and rushes to put his clothes on. “I don’t need to warn anyone about anything. You busted into my room.”
                “It’s not the first time I’ve busted into your room but it damn well will be the last.” He says with his eyes still covered. “Oh and morning Malfoy.”
                I’m completely stunned. I just sit there looking back and forth between Potter and Weasley.
                “Morning.” I reply.
                “I’m going to go to the kitchen, see if there is something I can scrub my eyes with. I’d like to say it was nice to see you Malfoy, but I really didn’t need to see so much of you.” he turns and walks down the stairs.
                “You saw his chest you git. I can tell you some things I saw.” Potter yells after him.
                “I don’t need a reason to stab myself in the ears too! Keep it to yourself!”
                Potter is laughing. I’m something close to mortified.
                “Sorry about that. Guess we were sleeping well.” He leans on the bed and kisses me. “Hey, are you ok?”
                “Still a little disoriented, but are you and Weasley going to be ok?”
                “What? That? We’re fine. He knows we’re together. He just acts like things are worse than he thinks they are. This changes nothing, except that he may not barge in my room in the future. I hate to leave you like this, but I really do need to get to work. You’re welcome to stay as long as you like but I’m sure you have to get to work too. “He pushes hair out of my eyes and leans into kiss me again. “Thank you for staying.”
                “Get your arse down here Harry!” Weasley bellows from the kitchen.
                Potter laughs and heads for the door. He turns to look at me one more time and winks. I can hear him bounding down the stairs.
                “I’m coming, keep your hair on.” He yells back.
                “Just as long as you keep your pants on.”
                I sit there a little longer. I think the entire thing took less than five minutes. I can’t tell my parents I have a boyfriend but Potter’s best friend can walk in on us and everything is ok. Well, he didn’t really walk in on anything. But still. I shake my head in disbelief. How can Potter’s world and my world be so completely different?
                I get up and get dressed. I’m incredibly late and hope I don’t lose too much business. Maybe I’ll just close the shop for the entire day and work on my potions orders.
                I head to the kitchen where I say bye to Kretcher and take the floo back home.
                I get in the shower and finally give myself time to think about last night. It was incredible, all of it. I could get used to falling asleep next to Potter. I think back on the last few months and the changes I’ve gone through. I’ve not felt invisible in weeks. I have friends. These thoughts tear at something in me, and I start to cry. I’ve felt so many things for so long and not felt anything for so long. It was just my life. Get up, work, eat, shower, go to sleep and continue each day. I did most shopping by owl and I saw my parents every week. I’ve not gone anywhere or done anything with anyone in years. I existed and never realized how sad my life was because I didn’t want to be noticed. Now I’m noticed and it’s for me, not my name or what I’d done in the past. It all changed when Potter walked into my shop. How does the person I hated most growing up become one of the people I care for the most?
                I stand under the hot stream of water and cry like I haven’t done in years. I’ve hidden that I’m Draco Malfoy, I’ve hidden that I’m gay. I’ve hidden me because I didn’t feel I was worth being seen anymore. I cry for almost 10 minutes, gut churning wracking sobs. I lay in bed and fall asleep, exhausted from crying. I wake up around noon. I can actually feel a difference in my body. I feel lighter, I feel happy.
                I get dressed and go to the shop to work on potions. It’s going to be a good day.
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                I get caught up in making the potions and lose track of time, seems to be the theme for the day. I’m just bottling my last potion when I hear creaking above me. It sounds as if someone is walking around my flat. I put a stopper on the bottle and make sure all fires are out. I head up to my flat with my wand out. Through the window of the door I can see Potter. I relax and put my wand away. I head back downstairs to clean up the potions room. When everything is cleaned up I head back upstairs. I walk through the door and Potter is sprawled across the couch reading a Quiddich magazine.
                “Comfortable?” I ask
                “Not as comfortable as I was this morning.” he grins at me and I blush.
                “Weasley recover?”
                “He went on about it for about an hour.” I look at him nervously. “It’s fine, he ended it by saying he was happy for me. He just likes to act indignant. Though I’m sure he’ll tell Hermione all about it.”
                I sit in the chair across from him. “How was the rest of your day?”
                “Ah, I have to work Saturday now because I missed a lot this morning. Other than that it was fine. Worked at my desk, suffered through hundreds of innuendos from Ron. Turned out to be a good day.” He says with a smile. “How was yours?”
                “I never opened the shop. I worked on potions orders. Got 4 started that have to stew for a few weeks and finished up 5 others.”
                “Sounds productive.”
                “It was. You hungry? I wasn’t going to make anything fancy for dinner but I was going to eat.”
                “Sure, if you don’t mind.”
                “Not at all.” I walk to the kitchen and hide the smile that plays across my face. I came home to him, we talked about our day, we’re going to have dinner. It’s all so… normal. I really like it.
                He follows me out while I’m placing a pan on the stove and wraps his arms around my waist, giving me a squeeze and leaning his cheek against my shoulder. I fold my arms over his and we stand there for a moment.
                “Do you need any help?” he asks.
                “You can set the table.”
                “Ok.”
                We work together in silence. It’s comfortable and I feel relaxed. I finish dinner. Rice and fish and we sit down. He tells me more about his day and then the subjects jump around.
                “So, Ron got 4 tickets to the Quidditch game this Sunday. He wanted to know if we wanted to go with him.”
                “Really?”
                “Really what? That he got the tickets?”
                “No, that he’d invite me.”
                “Why is that surprising? He considers you a friend now. True, you may not be close friends yet, but friends just the same.”
                I think about that for a minute.
                “Sure, I’d love to go. I’ve not been to a Quidditch match since the World Cup.”
                “Brilliant. I’ll let him know tomorrow.”
                We finish eating and he says he needs to get back home. He has some things to take care of. I walk him to the fireplace and pull him into a kiss.
                “You’re making it hard to leave.” he murmurs against my lips.
                I smile and lightly bite his bottom lip.
                “Damn it Malfoy.” he moans and leans in to deepen the kiss.
                I place a hand against his chest and push him back. “You have things to do.”
                “Are you serious? You started that! I can add you to my to do list.”
                I laugh. “Go, I’ll see you later.”
                “Arse. Still leaves me with one more thing to do when I get home.”
                “Bye.”
                He gives me a scathing look as he steps into the fireplace and I grin at him.
                “You’re not even going to say good bye to me?” I ask with a chuckle.
                “No, you’re mean.”
                I laugh again. He tosses the floo powder and says 12 Grimmauld Place. As he spins I hear him say “Bye.”
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                The rest of the week goes by and we see each other at least once a day, normally lunch or dinner. Saturday comes and I have dinner with Mother and Father. I’ve not spoken to Mother since Monday.
                Mother pulls me into a tight hug when I get there.
                “Oh Draco. Thank you so much. Andromeda and I have gotten together two more times since Monday. We had tea at her house on Thursday and she showed me pictures of her family and we talked for hours.”
                I hug her again. “I’m so happy for you. How is Father?”
                “He’s adjusting. It’s hard for him.”
                I purse my lips and nod. It’s hard for him because he won’t try.
                “I’ve been meaning to tell you that I’m glad you stopped coloring your hair.”
                I laugh as she pushes my fringe away from my eyes.
                “Come on. Let’s eat.”
                I’m quiet during dinner as Mother goes on about her visits with Andromeda. She’s so happy, Father looks defeated. I guess that’s good as he’s not fighting her on it anymore. During a lull in the conversation I speak.
                “I’ve been seeing someone.”
                My parents look at me shocked.
                “You have? Since when? Why haven’t you mentioned this before?” Mother asks.
                “I know that my being gay is hard for Father to accept and that neither of you like to talk about it. Plus I didn’t want to fight.”
                “Fight about what?” Mother asks looking worried. Father is just looking at me.
                “It’s Potter. I’m seeing Harry Potter.”
                The silence is overwhelming and I brace myself for the yelling that is sure to begin.
                “Oh.” I look at mother and she has her hand over her mouth and there are tears on her cheeks.
                I was ready for yelling, not crying.
                She reaches across the table and grasps my hand. “He’s the reason isn’t he?”
                I look at her, confused.
                “The reason you’re happy again. I’ve not seen you happy in so long. Is it because of him.”
                “I guess you could say that. It’s not just him, but what he’s brought to my life. I’ve become friends with Weasley and Granger because of him and I’ve gotten out of the shop because of him. I’m actually going to the England Quidditch match tomorrow with them. But I’m happy with him. I don’t feel invisible anymore. They all accept me even though they know my past. It’s been difficult to work through that, but yes. I’m happy and he’s a big part of that.”
                I’m addressing my Shepherd’s Pie when I say all of this. I hear a chair being pushed away from the table and assume it’s Father getting up to leave. But then I feel mother’s arms around my neck.
                “Sweet heart, I’m so happy for you. He was so kind the other day. “
                I hug her back and I can feel myself relax. I look at Father over her shoulder and he’s just looking at me. I can’t read his expression.
                She pulls back, pats my cheek and moves to her chair again. Father is still looking at me.
                “I don’t like it.” He finally says.
                My hand tightens on my fork and I close my eyes.
                “Lucius!”
                “Let me finish. I don’t like it. It’s hard for me to admit my son is… gay. However, I do want you to be happy. If being with Potter makes you happy then I will work on it. I’ve not been able to move out of our old life as easily as the two of you. But I can see the changes in both of you and that does make me happy.”
                “Really?” I ask.
                “Yes. I’ve only ever wanted the best for you. And though it pains me to admit it, Potter is a good person.”
                My relief rushes out in a laugh.
                “Thank you, both of you.”
                Dinner continued as if nothing had happened, but I felt much better.
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