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“You’re in the paper again,” Draco says, placing a fresh cup of tea on Harry’s bedside.
“‘m sorry babe, try to ignore it and come back to bed for me?” Harry asks, grabbing at Draco’s shirt and the waistband of his pants, pulling him back into bed.
“For once it’s not about me,” Draco says, placing a kiss on Harry’s temple and climbing over him into bed.
“Oh yeah?” Harry asks, turning over to look at him, “What’s it about?”
“Mm,” Draco says, taking a sip from his own cup of tea, “You and Charlie Weasley had sex at his last auction. They’ve got pictures and everything. Pretty convincing.”
Draco huffs a laugh into his cup. Harry tenses beside him, but doesn’t move.
“Harry?” Draco asks, looking over at him. He reaches out a hand to run through Harry’s hair. He doesn’t relax. “Harry?”
Harry sits up and grabs his tea from the nightstand.
“Harry…” Draco puts his cup down.
“Draco…” Harry refuses to meet his eyes.
“Harry, I know we joke about these articles, but this is too much, this isn’t funny.”
“I know, Draco.”
“You didn’t.”
“Draco I love you so much-“
“You didn’t, tell me you didn’t-“ Draco can feel tears filling his eyes and he wills them not to fall.
“Draco I lo-“
“Stop bloody telling me you love me!” Draco knows he’s shouting but he can’t bring himself to care, “Stop it! Stop it! Look at me and tell me you didn’t fucking cheat on me!”
“I-“ Harry won’t look at him.
“Harry…” Draco says, softly this time, “Harry, please.”
“I can’t.”