Acceptance | By : Madam_Weasley Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6301 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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Saturday brings family dinner so I’m at the manor. Mother makes a roast chicken and vegetables and Father pulls out some Elf made wine. The typical pleasantries are shared and as we start dishing out our food Mother asks how my week has been.
“I had lunch with Potter.”
Both pause with forks halfway to their mouths. I hadn’t told them about Potter’s first visit to the shop with Teddy so this is a bit of a shock. I tell them how he had come in with Lupin’s kid and then how he showed up out of nowhere yesterday and practically forced me to lunch.
“What did he want?” Father asks.
“He wanted to thank me, for that night that they were brought here. The night I said I didn’t know if it was them. He thanked me for saving his, their lives. He also asked about the two of you.”
“He did?” Mother looks at my father uncertainly.
“Yes, he wanted to know how you were doing and to make sure that you served your time in the minimum security area. He wanted to make sure you weren’t with the dementors.”
“He did?” Mother again.
“That’s what he said.”
“Well, that was nice of him.” she says and takes a bite of chicken.
“Indeed.” Father said. “Did you feel he had motives?”
“No, well at first I did. By the time we were done eating I felt he was sincere.”
He nods at me and continues to eat. We finish dinner in the typical silence punctuated by random questions thrown out there. There isn’t much to talk about when none of us does anything.
I help with cleaning up and join my father for one last drink before I head home. We sit in silence for a long time.
“You really feel Potter wasn’t up to anything?”
“No Father. I think the days of everyone being up to something are over. He wanted to thank me. I thanked him for saving me from the fire. We talked for a bit, mostly superficial and that was it. Well, I told him I’m gay.”
Father chokes on his wine at my casual mention of my orientation. He glances around like there may be people listening. I roll my eyes and take a drink.
“What did he say to that?”
“Said it was a shock and then asked if I was dating anyone.”
“Really? Nothing else? Who do you think he’ll tell?”
“I don’t think he is going to tell anyone and I honestly don’t care at this time if he does.”
“Draco, if that kind of information gets out we’ll be shunned!” he hisses as he leans towards me.
I’m finished with this. I stand up and grab my cloak.
“Father, we’ve already been shunned.”
I walk towards the fireplace to floo home while father sits in his chair with a mixture of fear and anger on his face.
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At home I take a shower and re color my hair, it was starting to lighten. Though when I stood there looking in the mirror Potter’s words came back to me about how he liked my hair better blond. I shake the thought out of my head, it meant nothing, and proceeded to say the spell that turned my typically white blond hair a mousey blond. Not a great color for me, but an invisible one. It draws no attention. It’s amazing that I crave going unnoticed yet want to be seen at the same time. These feelings of insecurity are new to me as I grew up overly confident.
I crawl into bed and pick up a book. I read until I fall asleep where I have dreams about Potter. As Potter said we are, these dreams were adult.
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I wake confused. I haven’t had dreams like that in years and I’ve NEVER dreamt of Potter before. That’s not entirely true; I used to dream of him falling off of his broom during a Quidditch match. Last night’s dream was nothing like that. I try to shake it and can’t. I don’t even have work today to distract myself. I decide that my store room needs cleaning. It really does and I need to get my mind off of that dream.
I set up the radio in the shop and get to work. I end up cleaning and organizing the store room. Cleaning all of the shelves and getting rid of expired potion ingredients. I mop the floors and clean the windows. I do it all without magic. I spend the entire day cleaning. At 8:00pm I’m filthy and exhausted.
I head upstairs to shower off the filth and as I fall into bed I think that adult dreams of Potter cause me to be very productive.
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