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Out of the Closet	By : MisstressNicole Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1613 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Out of the Closet
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Out
of the Closet

Summary:

Out of the closet and
into the limelight?

This is not what he
imagined when he decided to come out...if he decided to come out. But
that choice had been snatched away from him when he got tangled in
the sheets with the wrong man. Now he's in a situation where he could
lose his family and friends, as well as his heart.

Disclaimer: I intend no
infrigement with use of these characters. Creation of borrowed names
and description are copied righted to JK Rowling. Other copy rights
belong to Bloomsbury, Scholastic and Warner Brothers Inc. I, in no
way, profit from the writing and posting of this story.

Chapter 2

The cab ride took twenty minutes to get to mid town,
giving him time to rationalize his morning. The paper didn't know his
name and he wanted to keep it that way. The only way to do that would
be to watch his back when he went home and to work and pray that the
people who knew him kept their mouths shut.

Getting
out of the cab, he stopped at a news stand and bought a pair of dark
shades and a 'I heart Chi-town' hat. He'd never liked the tourist
paraphernalia with the cities bland nickname but didn't have much
choice of other disguises. Putting on the shades and pulling the bill
low on his forehead he entered a coffee shop. Ordering a cup he
listened to the people around him. It seemed everyone was talking
about him today. He knew he would have to see his parents but he just
wasn't ready for that yet. It wouldn't be a pretty scene. At least
everyone didn't know his name, but that didn't even make it better as
he listened to words of hate directed at him.

He
knew exactly what his family thought of gays. It's why he'd never
told them he was in the years since he'd discovered his true nature.
It had been obvious that it wouldn't be kept a secret forever, but
he'd always thought he'd have time to ease them into accepting gays.
If not all then at the very least him and his lover.

He
shook his head banishing the thought. There was no use in dwelling on
'what might have been,' he only had the here and now. And it was time
he stopped dwindling and got on with the catastrophe that was surely
building. Draining his cup he left a five under it before leaving the
shop and heading home.

The short two block
walk to his apartment helped him sort his thoughts. He'd planned what
he would say to his parents because there was no way they'd not
recognize him, not matter what God he prayed to. Unlocking the door
he dropped his satchel by the door and immediately pressed the
blinking light on his answering machine.

Sure enough the first
message was from his parents, or his father to be more precise. The
following two were from his best friend who wanted to know why he
hadn't told her that he'd been dating a star, and when she'd get to
meet him. The third was from the priest of his parents church that
wanted to let him know that it was a grave sin, but like others could
be forgiving if he repented. The last was from a stranger and he
listened to it twice.

“Hello, Mr.
Malfoy. My name is Ginerva Weasley. You don't know me but if you
could give me a call, I have some very important matters to discuss
with you. My number is 8-6-9-0-6-6-4. I look forward to your call.”
The answering machine beep letting him know that there where no more
messages.

He picked up the phone
and dialed the number he'd been avoiding. He heard his fathers smooth
impersonal voice seconds after the ringing had started. Taking a deep
breath he swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Hello, Father.
How are you today? I hope Mother is well.” He knew it was inane
babble, especially in the face of what he knew his parents would want
to talk about. He nodded his head heavily as he listened to his
fathers words and fought the urge to interrupt. It was finally coming
down to what mattered, what he'd tried to put off.

“I'm sorry I
disappointed you and mother but I can't change who I am.” He
nodded his head jerkily in response to the voice on the phone
forgetting that he couldn't be seen. Closing his eyes he listened to
the words he foresaw and dreaded. “Then I'm sorry too. I guess
this is good bye.” He hung up the phone. “Forever.”

He sat wearily on the
sofa, the sob racking his body, and let the tears wash with anguish
down his face. He'd known it wouldn't go well but he'd never guess
it'd go this badly either. His mother hadn't even wanted to talk to
the son she now considered dead. It was like his heart had been
skewered.

The sun was setting
when he finally decided to move from the sofa. Needless to say he was
stiff, his face with dried tears and his limbs from not moving for so
long. He went to the bathroom with the intent to relieve himself but
didn't leave until after he'd showered and cleaned it.

Then he set about
making him something to eat, the idea making him feel better. He set
about shredding baked chicken to make a salad. He toasted two slices
of bread and finished his sandwhich before pouring chips on the plate
and grabbing a bottle of water. Sitting at the table he no longer
felt hunger but forced himself to take a bite before remembering the
request from the unknown caller.

Getting up and leaving
the food forgotten, he padded over to the machine and skipped through
the messages until he got to the one he wanted. Listening to the
messages he jotted down the phone number.

“Well, there's no
time like the present.” He mumered as he looked at the clock
noting it was just after half past seven. Picking up the phone he
dialed the number and listened to it ring. No one answered, instead
he got voice mail.

“Hello, this is
Draco Malfoy. You left a message on my machine earlier today. Um, I
guess you can call me back as you already have my number.” He
hung up the phone before trotting back to the kitchen and dumping the
sandwhich into the trash.

He was half way to his
bedroom before the phone rang. After a short debate with himself he
answered it. If it was Harry, he could always hang up and if it was
his parents he'd talk to them and hope they'd changed their minds.

“Hello?” He
waited with baited breath.

The caller was female
and it wasn't his mother. It sounded like a young woman. With his
luck it'd be a reporter who'd found out who he was. “Yes, this
is he?”

His eyes widened in
shock. “A lawyer?” The surprise was clearly heared in his
voice. “Why would he involve a lawyer in a simple break-up?”
As if the day was played back to him through a movie he remembered
his earlier conversation.

He listened to her
words carefully. Nodding and shaking his head. “But...but, how?
Why would I need to? I mean...I just don't understand.

“Yes, I said that
I'd never leave him but that was in the throes of passion. How on
Earth could that be a verbal vow?” He realized to late that he
should have denied ever saying it, especially to his lawyer. He
closed his eyes in dismay. This just couldn't end well for him.

“Yes, I
understand. I'll be there Monday at 10.”

~*~

Harry
relaxed in his seat as his friend and lawyer hung up the phone in his
home office. He had a slight nagging that he was doing the wrong
thing but brushed it aside. No one who could speak so calmly could be
lying. Draco had meant everything he said and no one would convince
him otherwise.

Harry smiled
at his lawyer. He couldn't have handled it better himself. He knew
that having a great memory would come in handy for more then just
learning lines. “Thanks, Ginny. You did great.” He leaned
forward in his seat.

“Are
you sure you want to presue this? I mean, yes he admitted he said it
but it's going to hard to get that to hold up in a court of law.”
She said as she packed everything into briefcase.

“I
don't want need it to hold up in a court of law. Trust me it won't go
that far. He'll not want his name aired in the papers, let alone be
dragged through court. I just need him to belive it will.” He
chuckled as he stood from the arm chair so that he could walk the
woman to the door.

She paused
in her packing, and stared at him. Shaking her head she continued to
put her work in the case. “Are you sure you don't want to
confide in me. Let me know your true intentions in case this does
wind up in court?”

He acted as
if he hadn't heard her. There was no need to drag her into it further
if things ended badly. The only one who would be implicated would be
him and she'd be free to work her magic, as she always did. “Thanks
again. I owe you one.”

“No,
it's not necessary” She grinned. “It's what you pay me
big bucks for. Just don't get caughtdoig something where you'll
really need my services.” She walked down the steps and headed
for her car not waiting for a reply.

“Oh,
don't worry.” His tone implied the opposite, but as he expected
she ignored it. That was one of the reasons he had chosen her as his
personal attorney. She knew when to ask question and when to politely
butt out.

Harry
watched as she got into her car and started the engine. When she
pulled out the drive way he walked back into the recently vacated
office and turned off the lights. He poured himself a glass of wine
before shutting off the lights in the kitchen. Setting the glass on
his bed side table he glared at the paper that lay atop his bed.

Going into
the adjourning bathroom he ran a hot bath, adding scented oils to the
water. Relaxing in the bath he finalized his plan. It'd be easy to
bring the blond to his knees. He smiled as he sipped his wine.

He stared at
the face the was contorted in happiness. Never would he fall for such
and innocent act again. He was diguisted with himself that he still
lusted after him. Reaching for the paper, he snatched it off the bed
before balling it up and tossing it in a corner. He'd let the
cleaning service deal with the trash tomorrow.

He made a
vow to himself before slipping between the cool sheets.

“Not
only will you be in my bed , inmy arms again, you'll be begging me
for it. You will not escape from me with your pride intact.”
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