The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.Authors Notes:
This was written for hd100
's current challenge, secret
He wakes up, and turns to see Harry lying beside him, every morning.
They smile at each other and kiss; Draco laughingly complains of morning breath, and they check if they have time for sex. They do, limbs entangled and mouths close.
Then Draco leaves for work. His colleagues snicker together; his boss sneers, though Draco knows he’s doing well; he goes and sits in the cubicle he still
hasn’t been promoted out of, and reads Rita Skeeter’s latest bile. Moral degenerates who should be allowed no influence...
Draco secretly wonders if he should have stayed with Astoria.