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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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“Wake up.” these words are whispered into my ear. I bat the voice away and bury my head in my covers.
                “Wake up.” Now in a sing song voice.
                “No.”
                The covers are ripped from me and my body is instantly covered in goose bumps. “GIVE THOSE BACK!”
                I open my bleary eyes and see Potter dressed and holding all of my lovely warm covers.
                “What is wrong with you?”
                “You slept through the alarm. We have work today. Wouldn’t want Ron busting down the door to find us in a compromising position now would we?” He throws the covers at me. “Come on, I’ve made breakfast.”
                I sprint to the bathroom to finish the shower I started last night. Merlin, it’s cold in here. Makes sense, it mid October. I take a fast, hot shower and get dressed. Potter is in the kitchen with eggs and bacon on the stove.
                “You can cook?” I ask in surprise as I sit down.
                “I am a man of many talents.” he winks at me.
                “Maybe someday I’ll get to witness these talents.” I say in a board voice.
                His mouth drops open. “Well, that is just hurtful. “ He stalks over toward me like a tempering child and then a wicked grin crosses his face and he straddles my lap, runs his fingers through my hair, and pulls my ear to his mouth.
                “You know damn well that you witnessed some of my talents last night.” he hissed into my ear before lightly biting my lobe. Shivers ran through my body as I placed my hands on his hips.
                He pulls back and looks at me but none of the wickedness is there. His eyes are full of kindness and he’s smiling.
                “I think I’m falling in love with you Harry.” The words leave my mouth before any other part of my body realizes what just happened. As soon as my brain catches up I can feel my face changing to show the shock and humiliation I feel. He’s just staring at me and I can’t leave the room because he’s sitting on me. I can’t throw him to the ground because that isn’t typically what you do after you make that kind of declaration.
                I hang my head, close my eyes, and let out a sigh. “I’m sorry.” I whisper. I gently try to remove him from my lap but he won’t let go of my hair.
                “Look at me.” he says in a low voice.
                I bite my lip and shake my head, trying again to push him off of me.
                He uses the hand in my hair to tilt my head back while repeating his request. I’m blinking rapidly because I can feel tears in my eyes. I try to look over his head but he takes my face in his hands and puts us almost nose to nose.
                “Look at me.” he says with some urgency.
                I give in and look at him.
                “You called me Harry.” he whispered.
                A wry laugh escapes me. Maybe that’s all her heard.
                I’m trying to look away again but he will not let me go. I put my hands on his and try to pull them away from my face.
                “Why are you trying to run away?”
                “Please, just let me up.”
                “No.”
                My shoulders sag in defeat and my hands drop to my sides, hanging limply. He’s still holding my face and I’m still trying not to make eye contact.
                He leans down and kisses me, much like the first time he kissed me. Sweet and gentle. My chest starts to hurt and I can feel the tears again.
                “I’m already in love with you Draco Malfoy. I’ll wait for you to get to the point where you know instead of think.”
                My eyes snap to him. My first thought is that he’s messing with me, but his eyes give no message other than love.
                “I love you Draco.” and he brushes his lips across mine again as he runs his hands behind me to hug me. Or hold me. Both are welcome. I wrap my arms around his waist and we sit there for a while. He moved once, to use his wand to clear the smoke from the burned breakfast.
                “Why did you apologize?” He asks.
                “I hadn’t planned on saying it. I hadn’t even realized I was thinking in. I didn’t want to ruin anything.”
                “I understand that. I wanted to tell you last night, but it didn’t seem like the best time, I didn’t want you to think I was using you in anyway.” He kissed me again. “I hate that we have to leave like this. Can I come back tonight?”
                “You can come back anytime.”
                We kiss again at the fire place and he heads off to the Ministry. I go down to open the shop. I feel like I’ve swallowed a bubbling potion. I smile at everyone, catching a few of the older witches off guard. I get 3 potions set out, 2 more started and have a steady business.
                Around lunch I hear the bell again and turn, hoping to see Potter stop in for one of his surprise lunches. The bubbles I feel inside all pop at once. My father is standing in the doorway.
                “Father, what are you doing here?” He’s only been to my shop a few times.
                “I need to know what it is you see in Harry Potter?”
                I want to say something scathing, but I can’t. Instead I start to feel angry.
                “Why? Why do you need to know?”
                “You are my son and if you insist on dating men, why him?”
                “Insist? Like I am doing something to upset you? Do you really want to know why him? Fine, I spent six years of my life picking on him, messing with him, trying to get him and his friends in trouble or expelled. You released a basilisk on the school that almost killed his best friend and another good friend of his, my aunt killed his godfather and a house elf that he considered a friend, my aunt also tortured the same friend that was almost killed because of you. You have put things in place to hurt or kill him, for years. We supported the monster that murdered his family and tried to kill him, REPEATEDLY!” I’m yelling. Some of my costumers scurry out the door and some are watching with rapt attention. “Why him?! Because despite all of that, despite everything our family has done to him, his family and his friends, he accepts me for it all. He knows my past and doesn’t judge me for it. He knows what I come from and doesn’t care because he sees what I am now. He does not hold any of that over me. He loves ME. He loves me for who I am. He accepts me and all of my faults. You are my father and you can’t accept me because of who I love.”
                My chest is heaving and I hear a smattering of applause from my remaining customers.
                “Can you imagine,” one older witch loudly whispers to another “a father not accepting their child for something so insignificant?” She gives a sniff as she looks down her nose at my father.
                My father looks at me and says nothing. He turns on his heal and walk out the door. The cheery tinkle of the bell not fitting the mood of the shop.
                “I apologize to you all. That was uncalled for and poor conduct on my part. I’d like to offer you all a discount on your purchases.” I say trying to compose myself when all I want to do is throw something.
                “Nonsense!” The older witch says. “That was very brave of you. To stand up to your father like that. To admit your past faults for the world to hear. You will be the one to bring true respect to the name Malfoy if you keep that up young man.”
                She comes over to shake my hand, followed by every other customer.
                How can just a few short hours bring so many emotional changes?
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