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Demons	By : Madam_Weasley Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Draco/Ron Views: 3062 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N = Sorry… just a plot chapter.
                “Something’s different about you.” Harry said as he pushed the papers over on my desk and sat down.
                “Like what?” I’ve been toying with the idea of telling Harry about Malfoy. It’s been a week since Malfoy and I had our talk. We’ve spent the week together for the most part. I bring paperwork home and work at the table while he reads on the couch or cooks. He got an owl from the apothecary for an interview and it’s causing him some stress since that had initially told him no. Wednesday he woke up in the middle of the night screaming and drenched in sweat. It wasn’t as bad as it has been, but it was still bad. I’ve had nightmares too but not as bad. Sleeping next to him seems to be helpful for both of us.
                “”I should clarify; there are a lot of different things about you right now.” I raise my eyebrows at him as he looks me up and down. “Seriously, there are a lot of things different.”
                “Again I ask, like what?” I lean back in my chair and wait for his answer.
                “Your color is better, you’ve gained weight, you seem less lethargic, and you actually smile again.”
                “Wow, that is a lot.”I say with mock seriousness.
                “Whatever’s going on with you, it’s been good for you. I feel like I almost have my best friend back.”
                His comment made me feel uncomfortable. I really do need to tell him that I’ve discovered I’m gay and that I’m with Malfoy. I just don’t know how to go about it.
                “Do you want to have lunch today?” I ask, fiddling with my quill.
                “Really?”
                “Yes really. I have been wanting to talk to you about some things.” I’m still fiddling with my quill and I’m having trouble looking at him.
                “Sure,” He looks at his watch, “In about an hour? Do you want to go to the cafeteria or out?”
                “Could we get food from the cafeteria and come back up here? I kind of want to talk to you in private.”
                “Yeah. That’s fine. I’ll be back in an hour.”
                I watch Harry leave my office. Merlin I hope he’s ok with this. If I can tell him and he accepts me I feel like I may be able to tell my family. One or two people at a time. And then there is Hermione. I know I hurt her when I walked away. I love her, I do. Not how I thought I did, but I do love her. I put my head in my hands and sigh.
                I hardly work during that hour as I wait for Harry to come back. I’ve made the decision to tell him without putting any thought into it. It may be better this way since I don’t have too much time to stress about it. Before I know it, Harry’s coming through the door.
                “Ready?”
                “Yep.” I stand and straighten my robes.
                We don’t say much on the way down to the cafeteria where we get sandwiches, crisps, and pumpkin juice. On the way back up Harry starts talking.
                “I saw Hermione this weekend.” My stomach clenches at her name. Now that I’m feeling again, I feel really guilty.
                “How is she?”
                “She’s good. She’s been seeing someone for about five months.” I can see him looking at me to see how I’m going to react.
                “That’s good. I’m glad. I need to talk to her. I owe her an explanation. That was one of the things I wanted to talk to you about.”
                “She asks about you a lot. We’ve talked about you a lot. We were, are, both really worried about you. “
                “I know.” I have nothing else to say to that.
                We go to Harry’s office since his desk is neater and put our food out. I pull up a chair and sit across from him. Suddenly I don’t feel like eating. Harry doesn’t say anything, just looks at me and takes a bite of his sandwich. How in the world am I going to do this?
                “Harry, I’m gay.”
                I’ve got my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. There is complete silence. I can’t even lift my head to look at him. I swear about 5 minutes pass before he speaks.
                “I’m not sure what to say to that.”
                I rub my hands over my face and look at him through my fingers.
                “I’m seeing Malfoy.”
                He blinks at me, repeatedly. He opens his mouth, blinks and closes it. “I..”
                I lean back in my chair and tip my head back so I’m looking at the ceiling.
                “Well, being gay explains you being happier.”
                My head snaps up and I look at him. The git is smiling.
                “Honestly, I have no idea what to say right now so that seemed pretty good at the time.”
                “Since you’re making stupid jokes, does this mean we’re ok?”
                “Wait, you thought we wouldn’t be ok? Because you’re gay or your seeing…. really? Malfoy?”
                “One thing at a time. Yes, I was worried about how you would react to me being gay. I had trouble with it since I just realized it about 3 weeks ago. Spending 4 years not feeling anything but personal repulsion and fear seems to keep a person from realizing certain thing about themselves. Then there was that year that we traveled the country looking for horcruxes and battling Voldemort..”
                “Seriously? You just figured this out for yourself? How?”
                “Not sure you want to know.”
                His eyes got wide. “A sick part of me wants some details.”
                “We got drunk one night and I kissed him.” I lean my head back again when I say this.
                “You kissed Malfoy? I can only picture him hexing you into next week for something like that.”
                “Well, if it was the Malfoy from school I have a feeling that probably would have happened. I told you he’s changed and not just the fact that he’s gay. Shocked him too.” I was still talking to the ceiling.
                “Ron.”
                “Hmm?”
                “Look at me you stupid prat.”
                I raise my head and look at him.
                “I’m not going to lie and say I’m not shocked. I am. I am going to need to some time to think this through, but you and I are ok. At least as ok as we’ve been for a while. As for you being with Malfoy. I cannot get my head around that at all. But it’s only because the last time I saw Malfoy was the day of the war. He was still an arrogant asshole. I don’t know the Malfoy you know. But if you two are serious I would like to meet him sometime. When he’s ready, I know his release from Azkaban hasn’t been easy for him.”
                “You’re seriously ok with this?” This is too good to be true and that scares me.
                “Yes I’m ok with this. Yes I’m shocked. Yes it will be weird to see you with a guy. Yes it will be even weirder to see you with Malfoy. Yes I am your best mate. And yes I am ok with this.”
                “Please don’t tell Ginny, or anyone for that matter. I want to do that on my own, when I feel comfortable.”
                “Of course. I won’t.”
                “So, Hermione. I feel really bad about that whole situation. She’s really doing ok?”
                ‘Yeah. She was really upset after the war when you first started pulling away. When she realized that it wasn’t her you were pulling away from but all of us it helped a little bit. She spends a lot of time with Ginny and that helped.”
                “Have you met the guy she’s dating? Is he good for her? To her?”
                “Uh… yeah.”
                I narrow my eyes at him. “What?”
                “It’s… she’s dating…” he looks at me “It’s Dean Thomas.”
                “Dean?”
                “We ran into him a while ago and they kept in touch. About 5 months ago they started dating. They seem really happy. “
                I think about this for a awhile and Harry is watching me. “Good. Dean’s a good guy. I’m glad she’s happy.”
                Harry smiles at me and then comes around the desk to stand in front of me. I stand up and he hugs me.
                “I’m glad you’re back Ron.”
~~*~~*~~*~~
                I feel better after lunch. Talking to Harry has really helped. I’m thinking I might invite Harry over for dinner with Malfoy and me.
                After work I swing by Diagon Ally, I want to get something for Draco. He needs more to do and I have an idea.
~~*~~*~~*~~
                I actually have an interview. I should feel good about it but I’m terrified. It’s at Slug and Jigger’s Apothecary. Of all the places I applied, this is the one I really wanted. It’s Friday and my interview is on Monday. I found out yesterday when an owl came during dinner. With Weasley being gone all day I’ve had nothing to distract myself. I’ve cleaned the kitchens and bathrooms in our apartments, took a walk, tried to read. None of it took my mind off my fear of this interview. I’m scared that I won’t get the job because of my name. I’m scared that I will get the job and what that means for me being back in society. I keep checking the clock. Weasley is late getting home and it’s causing me more stress. That’s completely inappropriate, but it’s there. I start dinner as yet another way to keep my mind from thinking about all of the negative what ifs of this interview.
                I’m in the process of mashing potatoes when Weasley comes in the door.
                He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me. I’m still not used to this. My parents weren’t affectionate so I never saw this kind of behavior. It’s odd, but it calms me. He pulls me to him so that my back is pressed to his chest. He kisses my cheek and I find that I’m smiling.
                “I have something for you.” He whispers in my ear.
                He lets me go and I turn to face him. Since this whole personal relationship is new to me I don’t know if he’s flirting or serious. I narrow my eyes at him and he laughs.
                “Come here.” he grabs my hand and pulls me to the sitting room but stops just before we get in there and covers my eyes.
                “What are you doing?”
                “It’s a surprise.”
                “It would have been a surprise without you covering my eyes too.”
                “Oh shut up, you’re taking the fun out of this.” he presses on my back so I take a few more hesitant steps.
                “Surprise!” he uncovers my eyes and sitting on the coffee table is a cauldron and 3 books. I take a step towards the table and look in the cauldron and it’s completely full of jars, pots, and vials of potion ingredients.
                “I didn’t know what you would want or like so I got a little of everything. I hope the books are ok. If not I can exchange them and you can pick out ones you would like. In case you don’t remember, potions was never my thing.”
                I don’t move or say anything. I just stand there staring at it all.
                “Draco? Are you ok? Did I mess up?”
                “No.” it comes out as a whisper. “I… It’s just…”
                “No you aren’t ok? Or no I didn’t mess up?” He steps closer to me and is watching me. I don’t look at him.
                “Why?”
                “Why? I thought you would like to have something to do around here. I know you have the job interview coming up and I really think you’ll get the job, but I thought you might like to have your own stuff. I know this would be considered a want and not a need so you wouldn’t be able to get it for yourself. I wanted to get it for you and I can get things I want.”
                I run my hand through my hair. “I just can’t believe you did this.” I can’t remember a time when someone thought about me enough to get me something just because they wanted to. Even growing up I only got things when I asked for them. Granted I asked for a lot, but no one just showed up with a gift because they were thinking of me.
                “Is it ok? That I did?” he’s shifting back and forth on this feet and I can tell I’ve made him nervous.
                “You didn’t have to.”
                “I know. I wanted to. I wanted you to have something that you liked and made you happy.”
                I finally look at him. He looks nervous. “Thank you. I was just shocked that you would do this.”
                “Why?”
                “Honestly, I’m not sure. Because I can’t pay you back. Because I don’t feel I deserve it. Because no one has ever done anything like this for me before.”
                “It’s a gift, you don’t pay people back for gifts. I think you deserve it. I’m sorry no one has ever done anything like this before. But please don’t think I’m some kind of sweet, wonderful guy I’m not sure I can keep up with that type of expectation. I’ll probably never remember an anniversary. I’ve done ok with birthdays in the past, but I make no promises as far as all this goes. I’m more of a spur of the moment type person.”
                “Thank you.”
                “You’re welcome. Before you start on potions, dinner smells great. Can we eat?”
                “Yeah.”
                I follow him back to the kitchen. My stomach is flipping and my chest feels like it’s expanding. I could really get used to being thought of this way.
~~*~~*~~*~~
                Weasley sets the table as I bring the food over. As we get seated and start serving ourselves he’s telling me about his day.
                “I, uh, talked to Harry today.”
                “You talk to him every day at work.”
                “I really talked to him today. I told him about me. About us.”
                I stop mid bite. “What?”
                He gives me a confused look and then I can see realization dawn on him.
                “Oh god, I’m sorry. I should have told you I wanted to tell him. He swore not to tell anyone until I told them first. I didn’t even think about the fact that I was outing you.” He puts his head in his hand and squeezes his temples. “I’m such an idiot. Fuck.” He pushes back from the table and leaves the room, I hear him slam the bedroom door.
                I haven’t moved. I never thought of anyone knowing about us. He works and comes home. Occasionally having dinner with Potter and his sister. But neither of us have a life outside of the two flats. Do I care? I don’t have anyone to tell. The only person I have in my life is Weasley. Should it be a secret? I’m not angry, I’m just thinking of something I hadn’t thought about before.
                I walk to the bedroom and open the door. He’s sitting on the bed with his back to me. His elbows on his knees and his hands knotted in his hair. I can tell he’s breathing hard but I don’t know if it’s from anger or crying. We both do that at odd times still.
                “Hey.” I whisper.
                He just blows air out through is nose and doesn’t respond.
                Reaching out and touching him is still hard for me. Random touching, compassionate touching. All new to me.
                “What did he say?” I stand at the foot of the bed looking at him. He turns his head to look at me, still gripping his hair.
                “What?”
                “What did he say? Potter, when you told him.”
                “He was surprised. More surprised when I told him we were together. He said he wouldn’t tell anyone. I trust him. Then he hugged me, told me he was glad I was back.”
                How would my friends react? If I still have friends when I’m allowed to contact them.
                “I’m really sorry Draco. I know saying it doesn’t make it better. I am often a self centered git and don’t always think about others.”
                “Believe it or not, I was kind of self centered at one point in my life.”I sit beside him and he chuckles. “The difference being that I was always trying to ruin someone’s life. You were trying to fix yours. Honestly, I’ve not thought about telling anyone because I have no one to tell. We seem to live in our own little world here that I never thought much about the fact that you still have a family that you can see. I was self centered in that way. I’m glad he was ok with it.”
                “He would like to meet you.”
                “Meet me. He knows me. We hated each other for 7 straight years.”
                “He knows that Draco Malfoy. He said he’d like to meet this one.” Weasley covers my hand with his. “He said he’d wait until you’re ready.
                “Perfect Potter.” I mumble.
                Weasley chuckles again. “He’s not perfect but he is a good friend. Will you think about it? I mean, if we’re still…” He runs his hand through his hair again.
                “We’re still.” I say to him.
                “Really?” He looks at me in shock. I nod and he smiles. It’s an incredible smile, it’s not seen often but it’s there, hidden until he’s truly happy. It’s the smile he gives me when we lay together at night and talk.
                “Come on. Dinner is getting cold.” I grab his hand and pull him up.
                “Thank you.”
                “For what?” I ask.
                “For understanding, forgiving me, for being you.”
                “For being me? No one’s ever thanked me for that before.”
                “I’ll try to remember to do it more often then.” He wraps his arms around me. It’s one of those moments where in the act of doing it I feel uncomfortable, but once we’ve got our arms around each other it feels right. I’m still not comfortable with spontaneous touching but I really do like the end result, whether it’s leaning against each other on the couch, holding hands, hugging, or more. I feel good here and if he feels good enough about us to tell his best friend then I should feel good about that.
                “Do you think Potter would come for dinner next Friday?”
                “Really? Are you sure?” He grabs my shoulders and holds me at arm’s length.
                “No. But it’s got to happen. Might as well get it done.”
                He smiles at me, that happy smile and my stomach flips. “I’ll ask him on Monday.” He leans in and kisses me. It’s another one of those moments. I can tell he’s going to do it and I feel uncomfortable until I feel his soft warm lips on mine and my stomach flips again and I can feel myself getting aroused. Then it all feels right.
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