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This is ridiculous - Harry should be used to the press following him around; it’s not like he’s ashamed. He should head out there, glare at them all, tell them that yes, he broke up with Ginny, no he will not tell them why and yes, he’s indeed bisexual, but that has nothing to do with it. Instead he sits trapped at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, the nearest Apparition spot too far away, the Floo closed because of ‘repair work’.
“You need to see this!” Ron growls, breaking the constant murmuring on what product they should throw at them.
Harry didn't expect Malfoy, wrestling through the crowd, only recognisable by the hair. Without thinking, Harry opens the door for him. Malfoy smirks, as if he knew Harry would let him in. Git.
The press is too loud; he can’t hear much except the words congratulations, splendid opportunity and statement. It doesn’t matter - Harry is caught on Malfoy’s smile, bright and charming. He braced himself for mocking, something snide - not this.
“Potter are you listening? You could actually help the LGBTQ community; the situation is disgustingly abysmal and archaic.” Malfoy looks expectant, something challenging and mischievous in the way he looks at him. Harry glances up at the press, at the people demanding a statement, an apology, a justification.
Determined, he grabs Malfoy by the shoulders, pulls him in and kisses him, surrounded by cameras and reporters.