Wrong (Drarry fanfic)

Chapter 1

Draco's PoV:

I watched as Potter ran away into the Forbidden Forest. Shaking my head, I turned to leave. That boy confused me. Why the hell would he save me? We certainly weren't friends, despite me offering to be in first year. It had disappointed me so much when he had turned down the chance, and to make it even worse, he had basically called me 'the wrong kind of wizarding family.'

And that was the beginning of our hate for each other. Ever since then, we had thrown insults at each other, sneering at each other in the hallways and muttering about one another to our friends. I had honestly wanted to be friends with him, and not just for selfish reasons; he actually seemed like a nice guy.

"Draco!" my mother called from the castle. "Draco, I want to speak to you!"

"Yes, mum!" I called back. Mum and I were actually quite close; unlike my father, she had always been there in my childhood. She had been there for all my problems as a child. She even endured my moanings about how much I hated 'The Golden Trio" as they were called, on a regular basis. Of course, all my classmates were under the illusion that I was close to my father because I was always telling them that 'my father would hear about this'. But he never heard any of my problems, and even if I tried to tell him what I was feeling, he would shut me down before I had managed to get out two words. The only time he had paid attention to me was when he forced me to become a death eater.

That's why he never knew that I was gay. In fact, my mum was the only person who knew. I didn't even want to think about what my fellow Slytherins would say if they ever knew, or worse, Potter; it would just give him another insult to hurtle at me. No, I kept it between my mother and I, and even went out with Pansy for a while to stop any suspicions that might have been going around.

I shuddered. Pansy. Why did I choose her? I could have had anyone else... in fact, it probably would have been better if I had choose someone else. Maybe I could have dated Cho Chang, just to annoy Potter. Or that Veela girl who was in the Triwizard Tournament in my fourth year, Flower, I think her name was? Well, I was her first choice to go to the Yule Ball with, but I turned her down.

I had to laugh, remembering her face when she realized that her Veela tricks weren't working on me. It was because I was gay; but she didn't know that, and had gotten increasingly frustrated with me.

"Draco!" called my father, more impatiently than my mother head. Not wanting to face his anger, I hurried up to meet them.

"Draco, we have some... news that will involve you." said my mother nervously.

"Okay..." I said, glancing at my parents' faces.

"Well, your father and I have been pretty unhappy in this marriage for a while," began Mum, and I nodded, remembering the countless nights I would lay awake in my bed, listening to their fights and clutching my stuffed hippogriff. Yes, I know you're all laughing at the fact that I had a stuffed animal, but my hippogriff always reminded me of happier times in my childhood, so I would be able to block out my parents' voices.

"So we've decided to, er, get a divorce."

"So our question to you is," Father said, "Who would you like to live with?"

What the hell? They can't just spring that question on me just seconds after they tell me they're getting a divorce! But their expectant faces told me that they wanted an answer. I thought about it. Father had always been the person I wanted to make proud, but I knew that I could never be myself around him. But I didn't particularly want to live with my mother, either, because that would just make father upset.

"No one." I told them truthfully, "I'm of age. I can live by myself."

Their mouths fell open. "But Draco, you don't have any experience! You don't have a job, how do you expect to pay for food or shelter?"

"I'll manage." I told them cooly. I turned to leave, telling them that I'd owl them when I was settled down.

As I was walking down to the lake, trying to think of where I was going to live, a swarm of reporters rushed past me, almost knocking me over. Rolling my eyes, I watched as they surrounded Potter and bombarded him with questions.

"How do you feel about winning the war?"

"Do you believe that Voldemort is gone for good this time?"

"Are there any words you have for the Wizarding World?"

Potter silenced them with a wave of his hand. "Yes, I do have an announcement for my fellow witches and wizards, but it has nothing to do with the war. I'm just tired of pretending anymore."

"Go on," encouraged a tall women in an emerald cloak.

Potter took a deep breath. "I'm gay."

Instantly the reporters began scribbling down his words, murmuring quietly to themselves and exchanging astonished looks. I felt my own mouth drop. Harry Potter wasn't into girls? Yeah right. What about Cho Chang? Ginny Weasley? He had totally liked them! Well, not necessarily, I guess. I mean, I had pretended to like Pansy, hadn't I? He could have done the same thing.

Whatever. It's not like I cared. He had nothing to do with me.

A/N: Sorry for the long wait guys!!

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