“Couple of weeks?” Dean managed to choke out, “That long?” He stared incredulously at Harry, then frowned. “Are you sure about this Harry?” he asked, concerned about his friend “How do you know he isn’t just using you or something?” There were lots of reasons Dean didn’t like or trust Malfoy, one of the biggest being that Harry hadn’t. “I mean, do you…l-like him now? Trust him?” he continued, “It wasn’t that long ago that you two were fighting whenever you happen to meet.”
“I think Ginny’ll try to hex you regardless of how she found out. She won’t be happy about this, especially since you waited so long to tell her. I don’t think you’ll have to worry about her finding out from somewhere else though. Chances are she won’t listen to any of it unless it comes straight from you or Hermione…maybe Ron,” Dean said. There was no doubt in his mind that Ron and Hermione knew. Harry wouldn’t be telling him if he hadn’t already told them, especially for something so important. He paused there, realising that that may have been the reason behind the tension between Ron and Harry recently. “This is why you and Ron were at odds with one another recently isn’t it?”
Harry shoved his hands in his pocket, understanding of Dean’s concerns, but…still. It was like no one trusted his judgement. “I’m really, really, 100% sure that I’m serious about him, and that there’s no way he’s just fooling with me.” He answered, confidently, completely sure. Because as much as he was wary of actually admitting how deep his feelings went, or where they were going, he knew that much was absolutely true.
“Is this what love feels like…?”
It was getting less and less surprising that their last night, and the surprisingly serious conversation they had had, kept popping into his thoughts. “I do trust him.” He repeated, this time without the almost hostile edge to his voice, but still confident. He sighed at Dean’s rationale, knowing the other boy was right and he would have to tough it up and face Ginny, sooner more preferably than later. The girl was so stubborn, Harry wasn’t sure if she would even believe him if he told her that he was dating none other than Draco Malfoy.
“Yeah, it was. He…there was a bit of a Halloween celebration and me and Draco got drunk…weren’t thinking so much about hiding, and he figured it out. He was more upset over that, I think, than over…well…Draco and I,” he explained. “Seems I’m going through all the Weasleys one by one,” he joked with a small smirk. “Just upsetting them all as I go.”
Dean continued to frown, but nodded all the same. Whatever Draco Malfoy’s feelings may be, Harry, at least, seemed completely serious about. Dean didn’t know Malfoy well having never said more than maybe a handful of things to the guy—maybe even less—in the five years that they’ve known each other. In fact, Dean was pretty sure Malfoy didn’t even know who he was, not that that really mattered to him. And that was what really worried him, because although he trusted Harry, he didn’t know if he could do the same for Malfoy. “As long as you’re sure, Harry,” he said to Harry, still unsure himself, “I hope it works out well for the both of you, then.”
“Ginny won’t hold too much of a grudge. Once she gets it out of her system, she’ll probably be happy for you. But a bit of advice, tell her soon. The longer you put it off, the more upset she would probably be. And we both know how she’ll channel that anger.” He shuddered just thinking about it. “And don’t try to avoid it. It’s probably best to just let her do her worst or she’ll make it that much uglier.”
“Thanks,” Harry mumbled with a grateful half-smirk, though he was finding himself a bit distracted, thoughts of Draco and his quickly spiraling feelings preoccupying him.
But he refocused with a wince as Dean warned him not to wait too long with telling Ginny. “Yeah, I know…” he started distractedly, ringing out the hem of his t-shirt with chill-stiff fingers. “She’ll fire off a few stunning hexes his way, at the very least.”
He gave a slightly frustrated sigh and rubbed his face in his hands. “I just… I don’t know I just worry because…” Because she had feelings for me. Does, or used to, Harry wasn’t quite sure anymore, but how was he supposed to express that concern to her current boyfriend? “She’s just always had a sort of… thing for me I guess, or she used to, and I’m worried that the fact that I’m dating not only a bloke, but Draco Malfoy, and that I kept it from her…” He trailed off. Basically, he just wasn’t looking forward to it.
“Plus she’s proud too, you know? I’m not sure she’ll be willing to look passed all the history to see what I see. Draco’s never been kind to any of the Weasleys…”
He sighed again then cracked a grin at Dean. “Sorry,” he apologized. “For the blabbering.”
Dean reached out and gave Harry an awkward pat. “Her stubbornness and pride are one of her best qualities don’t you think? Don’t worry too much, Harry, since she cares a lot about you. Once she gets over all of that, I’m sure she’ll be happy for you,” Dean said. “Besides, she’ll take any excuse to hex Draco Malfoy she can get. Though I guess that isn’t necessarily a good thing for you, is it?” he laughed a bit nervously.
"I don’t much mind…" Dean said, then, "Thank you, Harry, for telling me. Though I guess you only wanted my opinion on Ginny’s reaction, but still, I’m glad you trust me with this."