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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 think about our lunch conversation throughout the day. Potter fought for my parents, Potter didn’t act any differently after I told him I’m gay, Potter shook my hand. I also think back to him saying Granger may come to my shop and that he’d see me around. Both of those cause me to feel slightly optimistic. My friends from Hogwarts have not exactly stayed my friends. Goyle served time in Azkaban because of his actions while he was at Hogwarts seventh year. He never got over the fact that I didn’t serve time. He also never got over Crabbe’s death. Parkinson lost interest in me when I became a social nobody. Zabini will still speak with me, but he is as Slytherin as it gets and will cut ties with a person as long as it benefits him. Other than weekly dinners with my parents I have no social life. I’ve gone outside of London a few times to go on dates, but nothing serious. I never realized I was gay until after the war was over. Dating was not a high priority when the Dark Lord was living in your home and torturing people you know. The only feelings I felt then were dread, terror and hopelessness.
                About a year after the war, when all of the trials were done and punishments were given, did I start to become myself. I was not at all amused with who I turned out to be. I was still struggling with the fact that I didn’t have respect given to me by those younger or older than me. It turns out the name Malfoy never really commanded respect. It was fear that people felt. When they no longer had anything to fear from us they treated us how they felt we deserved to be treated, which is to say, not well. Then I realized I was gay. That is looked on upon as well as mudbloods in the crowds we were in. Then I realized we didn’t have crowds anymore. I was angry and indignant for many years. I woke up one morning and it was all gone, the anger, shame, all of it. I just didn’t care about anyone anymore. I told my parents that I’m gay, they weren’t happy but they didn’t shun me like I feared. They were all I had left. My mother hugged me and said “Ok.” Father took a little more time to come around, but he did. As long as I don’t mention it or talk about it or bring anyone home. So he didn’t really come around, just didn’t kick me out.
                I finish out the day and then head upstairs, same thing every day. Only today was a better day. I wasn’t invisible. I stated who I am and it seemed I was accepted. The only down fall to all of this is that it was Potter. This Potter smirked and joked, was bold and assertive. This was not the Potter I knew.
                To be fair, I’m not the Malfoy that he knew. However, it was nice to brush off my sneer. I felt more like my old self and then felt weird about that since my old self was not who I was either. It was too much to deal with. I skipped dinner and went straight to bed. Tomorrow would restore my normalcy. I had a shipment coming in, there was only one week before September 1^st so last minute shoppers would be in, and there would be no Potter.
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                I woke and showered. I still felt uncertain when I got up. I needed to let all of that go and focus on what was going on in my life. I head down the outside stairs to the shop. There is someone standing at the door, I don’t even open for 30 more minutes! There is something slightly familiar about the woman and as she turns I realize who it is.
                “Granger?” I say and I can’t hide the shock. She’s standing there holding two cups of tea.
                “Actually it’s Weasley now, but you could always branch out and call me Hermione.” she smiles at me and hands me a takeaway cup of tea.
                “What are you doing here?”
                “Oh.” She looks caught off guard, which I find unfair since she’s the one standing on my doorstep unannounced. “Didn’t Harry tell you I was going to stop by?” She wraps both hands around her cup of tea.
                “Well he said you might stop by. I did not take that to be before the shop opened the next day.”
                “Sorry about that, I’m a bit nervous. I’ll wait until you’re properly open.” She turns to head across the street to a bench.
                “Never mind, you can come in.” I open the door and hold it for her. She looks at me with raised eyebrows and the shadow of a smile.
                “Thank you Draco.”
                I start at her use of my name. She notices and glances down embarrassed.
                “You’re welcome.” Now she looks up surprised.
                I follow her in and place the tea on the counter. “Thank you for the tea.”
                She does smile at me this time, “You’re welcome.”
                I’ve not been smiled at so much in a long time. This week has been so weird.
                “So can I help you find something?” I ask. I’ll do better with this situation as a shop owner. There are rules between a worker and a customer.
                “I just thought I’d have a look around if that’s ok. I know I’ll be buying some things. But I also wanted to say hi and thank you.”
                “For what?”
                “Harry came over last night and told us about your lunch together. He said you talked about that night at your house. I know Harry thanked you for what you did for us, but I wanted to thank you too.” She’s walking toward the counter now and is facing me. She looks down and places one of her hands over mine which were resting on the counter.
                I stiffen and look at our hands. Her hands are soft and small, the same hand that punched me. This thought causes me to chuckle, something else that doesn’t happen often.
                I look at her. “Thank you Draco. There is no way to really thank you for it. You saved our lives.”
                “Well you saved my life too so let’s call it square, shall we?” I shift nervously. I don’t do feelings and all that.
                She squeezes my hand and then wanders off to look at the shelves. I stand there for a few seconds trying to figure out what is going on in my life. Then I turn and get the till ready for the day. Fifteen minutes later I open the door and the first customers trickle in. I get busy and forget that Granger is in the shop until she comes up with a basket full of ingredients. I raise an eyebrow at her.
                “My stores are low. I still make a lot of things at home. Plus I need extras for when Ron tries new potions. He’s still hopeless.” she says with a chuckle.
                I ring her up and she hands me the Galleons. As I hand her her bag she takes my hand again. “Thank you again Draco. I hope you are doing well.” With one last squeeze of my hand she heads out the door.
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