Chapter 9

"Draco, I know you don't like to talk about it, but I need to know about your relationship with your… ex-boyfriend, whatever his name is…" they lay together outside, with a warming charm. Draco was on top of Harry while the other played with the light blond hair.

"His name is Ken Baniolette. He… I dated him… he was nice and tried to help me to forget you… obviously he didn't succeed… two months later give or take, I lived with him at the same house, some shack near Timberton's… a couple of days from our home… after I moved in with him… he… he wasn't as good to me as he used to be, he started treating me like shit. But I couldn't leave him." He looked into Harry's concerned eyes with tearful grey orbs. "He never wanted to help me, he stopped bringing food home and he was furious when I 'took his food'… and he always teased me that you left me because.. because…" he broke up with sobs. "He said that you didn't want any children with me… a skunk… whore… fool…" he let Harry hug him while he cried.

"You know that's not true, right?" he forced Draco to look into his eyes. "You know I love you and I want children only with you." He caressed Draco's wet cheek. "Did he raise his hands to you?"

Draco looked away. "There was once when I didn't do what he wanted and he slapped me. And there was when he kicked me out… I don't want to talk about it any more, Harry," he pleaded.

"Okay, honey. Let's leave it at that for now." Harry kept caressing the blond's cheek.

"Harry?" the emerald eyes raised to the livid ones. "When are we going back home?"

Harry sighed. "First I need to see the Ministry, see if there are any charges against me. If everything is alright we could go back home. But right now I don't know if we can return. What if they arrest me?"

"So you should go to the Ministry as soon as possible. I'll even go with you, how's that sound?" he smiled.

Harry returned the smile. "That sounds good; although I'm a bit worried you'll be there if things get ugly…"

"There's no reason for things to get ugly, Harry, you'll say what you have to say and they'll say what they've got to say and that's it. There's no need for things to get ugly," Draco sighed. "Could we please return to our room? I'm tired again…" he grimaced.

"Sure, hon." He smiled at Draco and helped him up.

"Harry, do you think that everything's going to be okay again?" asked Draco and he leaned against Harry while they walked back to the castle.

"Of course I do, it always worked out before." He hugged him from the side.