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Summer holidays were always nice. You had two months of warm weather, time to spend with your friends or family and, if needed you could catch up on schoolwork. Yes, Harry enjoyed his holidays quite a lot. Even if his family could be a bit annoying from time to time it was nice seeing them after being away for a year. However, this year, something seemed to be up. Remus and Sirius had always been open about their relationship but this year, every time Harry saw them, they were practically in each other’s laps, making remarks and flirting shamelessly. He didn’t mind, obviously, but couldn’t help wondering what the two were up to and why they were shooting more glares at him than normally. Maybe it was because Harry snuck around more and was out often but still? Wasn’t this what teenagers do? If someone asked, he would bet 10 Galleons that his uncles had been the same.
It was – irritating to say the least.
Shaking his head a bit, Harry looked down to the person currently curled up in his lap, sleeping. The Potter family always went on holiday towards the end of august and the couple had wanted to enjoy the last few days they had together. The next time they would see each other was on the train, the next time they would be able to talk was after the Sorting Ceremony. A bit of a long run, especially regarding the fact that both of them relied so much on the other’s company.
Harry found he couldn’t sleep without his own personal teddy bear and Draco found it almost irritating to study without his boyfriend’s constant interruptions. It was the little things that mattered the most. Draco reminding Harry to eat something before Dinner even though he hated it, because no love, a meal and a snack a day aren’t enough. Harry reminding Draco to take a break in between study session, Draco pampering about the disgusting, I repeat disgusting black coffee his boyfriend drinks. The hug after a particular hard day and the make out session after a won quidditch game.
The past weeks had been the best of Harrys life - Draco and him had met up almost daily. They’d gone to Muggle London (it had been terribly funny seeing Draco get confused over every second thing), visited Cornwall, gone swimming, hiking and had little dates. Most of them ended with one of the boys falling asleep at the other’s place, too exhausted from the heat and walking. It was usually followed by waking up in the morning, cursing about forgetting time and hastily making up an apology while sprinting back home. Harry didn’t mind. He loved being with Draco, loved the true comfort his boyfriend could give him and was more than willing to take risks for it.
Today wasn’t any different. They had visited Draco’s favourite Café, got coffee and went to a bookshop. There was a little fight over who was going to pay, as always both of them were insisting on, telling the other one to ‘Leave it be’ and that it wouldn’t bother them. Draco had won this time.
And so it came that his boyfriend was laying on Harry’s lap, sleeping, and the younger boy was reading the new book he got. Being focused on reading and his boyfriend’s calm breathing, Harry almost didn’t hear the knock, dropped his book in shock but catched it again, just before it hit Draco.
He fixed his glasses, put the book on his nightstand, threw the blanket over his lap – covering Draco and hummed.
‘’Yeah?’’ he desperately hoped his voice wasn’t to wavery. His heartbeat picked up and he shifted, trying to make it less obvious that there was a literal person beneath his blanket.
The door opened, and his father, James, stepped in, seemingly uncomfortable and scratching his neck. ‘’Hey bud! Can I – uh, can I come in?’’
Not waiting for the answer, he closed the door, walked over to Harry’s desk and leaned against it.
‘’So, I feel like it’s time we have a talk.’’
When Harry blankly starred at him, confusion and fear written all over his face his father was quick to add more. ‘’No, no, don’t worry it’s not like a ‘you’ve done something terribly wrong talk’ but rather a ‘I just want to tell you something talk’, okay?”
Harry nodded, still starring at his father in utter confusion. His father was shit at giving talks, why was he doing this? It was his mom who did all the uncomfortable talks and who had set him down a few months ago to talk about proper sex protection. What was his family up to?
After another minute of defeating silence his father cleared his thought and patted the desk goodbye, slowly moving towards the door again, hands help up in defense.
‘’Well, I’m terrible at this, aren’t I? So, what I wanted to let you know was that – we’re, we’d be okay with you being gay.’’
Harry’s eyes widened in shock and he coughed abruptly, James taking this as his sign to hastily continue. ‘’I’m not saying you are we just want to- you know, let you know? Oh and please, when you get back to Hogwarts, be nice to Malfoy. He likes you.’’
With that his father turned to leave and was almost out the door when his son finally spoke.
‘’I know it’s okay to be gay, thank you very much.’’ He clicked his tongue and an amused smirk appeared on his face. ‘’I had no idea about Draco’’.
James spun around, shooting a glare at his son. ‘’Of course, you didn’t. Sirius never caught onto Remus, Remus never caught onto Sirius. You boys never do.’’
‘’But you’re a boy asw-‘’, Harry set on to answer but his father had shut the door with a loud ‘bang’ and was heading downstairs. Tilting his a bit and silently chuckling, he went to grab his book of the nightstand, ready to read again, only to be interrupted by silent grumbling. The duvet flew back and Draco looked at Harry, eyebrows scrunched together and lips pressed into a grimace.
‘’Shut up Potter. Just shut up.’’
Harry patted Draco’s head, a mischievous smirk plastering his face. ‘’Oh I had no idea. Dearest Draco, how could you keep this from me?’’
When he started to laugh, Draco nudged him in the side and shut him up with a kiss.