Warning. Boy love. Don't like it, don't read it.
Disclaimer. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
"Did you hear what the school's been saying about us?"
"Fuck the school, have you read the bloody Daily Prophet? Our faces are plastered across the front page!"
"You think that has escaped my notice?"
"It'd be damn near impossible to miss anything with those glasses, Potter."
"Since when am I "Potter" to you?"
Since I'm frustrated out of my mind with the nosy public!
"Draco… who cares what everyone else says?"
"I do! I'm a Malfoy, Harry. I'm supposed to carry on the family name. Can't very well do that if I'm sleeping with a bloke."
"You want to follow in your father's footsteps?"
"That's not it. Its just society expects me to be the heir of the Malfoy estate, with a wife to give me a son to carry the name from me when I die."
"If you want a kid that badly, we can adopt…"
Way to go, Draco. Now you've hurt his feelings. "Harry, I know that."
"Then what's the problem? Why should you give a bloody damn about what your father, the school, the rest of the wizarding world thinks about our relationship?"
"Give me one good reason." Please don't say anything. Please don't have a reason.
"I… I don't know."
Thank Merlin! "You know in the Muggle world, two blokes dating isn't that uncommon. In fact, they've begun to embrace it."
"We're not Muggles, Harry."
"I know that, I'm just saying."
"I do love you, you know. Don't think that I don't."
"I love you too, Draco. And I know, it's just hard. I mean, imagine how many hearts broke when the Daily Prophet published that picture of us snogging in the garden at the Yule Ball."
I don't care how many hearts we broke. You gave me hope, and a sense of completeness, you wanker. And that means everything to me. "I'm glad I'm not them."
"As am I. But think of the closeted wizards, maybe even witches, that I've given courage to."
"Of course. The Boy-Who-Lived goes queer and it's suddenly a-okay."
"Oi, that's not nice."
"Well, it's true."
Please never leave me. "I'm still getting Howlers, you know."
"At least a handful a day. It's getting ridiculous, Harry. I can't even enjoy breakfast anymore with all the bloody things shrieking at me."
"We can eat breakfast elsewhere. We're Prefects, remember? We have our own rooms."
"Breakfast in bed?"
"Yeah, I can have Dobby and Winky take care of it."
"You and those bloody House Elves."
"Sod off, Draco. If it'd give us peace and quiet, then I would befriend a Hungarian Horntail."
"That'd be a sight to see."
"It's a Muggle camera. Let's take a picture for the Daily Prophet."
"I'll let you write an angry note to go with it."