All I've Got

Chapter Ten

"So you two are still moving in together?" Hermione asked excitedly.

Harry nodded and smiled, his arms wrapped around Draco's waist. "Ah, Mione, it was only a small little fight. No big deal!"

"You two broke up over it," Ginny pointed out, chuckling slightly. "I don't think it's that much of a 'small fight,' Harry."

Harry pouted. "Give us a break. We're still working out our differences, okay? It's not that easy..."

Hermione nodded. "Alright. Are you gonna tell them?"

Harry rolled his eyes, and Draco smiled. "No, he's not, unless he wants to."

"I-I think I will," Harry sighed. "I'll tell them tonight."

"Really?" Hermione asked, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.

"Yeah, Hermione, really," Harry grinned. "I'm gonna tell them. And if they don't like it, that's too damn bad. I'm moving out tonight, anyway. We already cleared that with Jenni."

Draco pouted, and Harry nudged him. "C'mon, Dray, we're not gonna go through this again, are we?"

"No," Draco sighed. "But as you said, if she makes a move on you, we're out of there, okay?"

Harry nodded. "I wouldn't wanna live with her after that anyway."

**

"Harry, are you ready to tell them?" Draco asked, looking around the bathroom door.

"Yeah," Harry sighed, washing his hands quickly. "Come on, let's go."

They both ran out of Harry's room and down the flight of stairs to the kitchen.

Most of the Order members were already there, waiting for Harry. A couple were missing--the people Harry were glad weren't there.

McGonagall and Snape weren't anywhere to be seen, to Harry's great relief. Ron wasn't there, and neither was Mundungus Fletcher, one of Sirius's old friends.

"Why's Malfoy with you?" Mrs. Weasley asked curiously as Harry and Draco took their seats.

"I'll explain," Harry smiled nervously. "In just a minute."

He turned to Draco, pouting helplessly. "I don't want to do this anymore, Dray. I don't want to tell them," he whispered.

"Harry, it'll be okay," Draco murmured. "Don't worry about it. The worst they can do is say they don't like it! I mean, they can't kick you out of the house or anything, so really, you have nothing to worry about."

"They can't kick me out of the house," Harry pointed out, "but they can kick you out."

"If they do, then I'll see you tonight." Draco smiled. "See? Everything works out perfectly. Okay?"

Harry nodded nervously. "Alright. I'll do it."

"Besides," Draco smirked, "you can't just not tell them now. You already told them you have something they need to know."

"You're evil, you know that?" Harry hissed, mock-glaring at Draco. Draco shrugged and smirked, without saying a word.

"Are you ready?" Draco asked after a moment of comforting silence between them. Harry shivered but nodded, turning to the rest of the room.

"Well?" Kingsley asked, slightly upset that a Malfoy was in the Order headquarters. "Why's he here?"

Harry took a deep, shuddering breath and let it out slowly. "Before I explain that, I'll have to tell you all this: You're all like family to me. I thought you all should know this, and I don't want you all to be upset over it. It doesn't change who I am or anything."

He took another deep breath, glancing at Draco nervously. Draco nodded his head, encouraging him to continue.

"I-I'm gay," Harry stuttered, his eyes roaming the room quickly, trying to catch everyone's reactions.

He waited a moment for the news to sink in before continuing. "A-and Draco and I--we're moving in together."

It seemed that the entire room stopped breathing. There wasn't a sound at all.

"Oh, come on, now," Tonks called, smiling around the room. "It's not that bad. Harry's still Harry, that doesn't change!"

No one spoke. Tonks frowned, sinking back into her silent, unnoticed composure.

Draco looked around the room. Everyone--not including Hermione, Tonks, Moody, and Lupin--looked as if they were ready to kill Draco. They were all glaring at him, waiting for him to say something...

Harry scrambled for the door. He ran out into the hall and disappeared from sight behind the kitchen door.

Instinctively, Draco sped after him. He ran out into the entrance hall, looking around wildly. Harry was nowhere to be seen.

There was a crash coming from the next floor. Draco bolted up the stairs, fear overcoming him. Was Harry alright?

"God damn it!"

Draco sighed with relief. "What happened?" he asked.

Harry didn't answer. He avoided looking at Draco, as he pulled his trunk to the door of his room.

Draco looked around the room. A heavy oak shelf was lying on the floor, its contents strewn around the room. Harry's wand lay on the bed.

"Harry," Draco muttered, picking up the wand.

"Let's go," Harry said firmly. "I want to get out of here. Come on."

"Wait," Draco sighed, grabbing Harry's shoulder gently. "Harry, are you okay?"

Harry stopped in the doorway and turned to face his lover. His eyes were bloodshot and tear streaks were evident on his tanned cheeks. "I'm fine. I just don't want to stay here. Let's go, Jenni should be expecting us by now."

"Here," Draco murmured, holding out Harry's wand. "You dropped this."

Harry took it and turned back to the door, dragging his trunk behind him. "Come on, Draco, I don't want to get cornered by them. I don't want to explain even more to them right now."