"That's just an excuse. The weasel and I will probably never get along. You just don't want to tell them," Draco protested, crossing his arms over his chest. He was being a little bit dramatic, which happened when his emotions got the better of him. It was hard to reign them in once they were loose. "And maybe I don't want to tell my family, but there is a very real possibility that they will disown me for it. Can you imagine the loving and understanding look in my father's eyes? Neither can I."
He walked into the kitchen for no real reason. His feet were restless, and he needed to do something with the energy. He got a glass of water. "Who you are is who you are, and it's who you will always be. There will never be the obscurity, and honestly, that holds you back from everything else - your career, your family, and even me. People will not forget any more than they will forget who was the youngest death eater that got released with no time served after the trials due to the coercion. I'm still branded, and you're still a saint. Forever."
He took a drink, walking back towards his boyfriend, making an effort to tuck those emotions away. it was his birthday. He didn't want the stress. "How does Granger suspect? What did you say to her?"