What do I need a title for?

Girls supporting Girls. 

Wow. The patience, kindness and calm communication skills. Outstanding.

They recognized that the mother was also expressing a vulnerable truth about herself - that she felt like a bad mother because her child was expressing gender feelings she wasn’t equipped to help with - and met her where she was, a concerned parent with limited information - to point her where she should be heading, research and resources.

Anyways. At lunch a lunch lady had saw them making fun of me and asked when they said and I told her they called me a lesbian and she told them to apologize????

CONTACT YOUR ELECTED OFFICIALS

CONTACT YOUR ELECTED OFFICIALS 

CONTACT YOUR ELECTED OFFICIALS 

bringing back this great example.

Thank you! My requests/prompts are open at all times because I’m procrastinating constantly :)

Prompt 32: you’re kind of turning me on

“Truth or dare, Potter?”

Pansy smirked, leaning against Draco. Draco huffed slightly, glancing sideways at his friend before at Harry, who’s emerald eyes were burning with unrestrained fury. Fury, because he and Draco were in a secret relationship - and despite Draco assuring him multiple times that Pansy was just physically affectionate, and also a lesbian with a crush on Granger, Harry was jealous every time anyone touched Draco that wasnt’ himself. However, he also didn’t want to come out about their relationship, for whatever reason.

“He’s going to pick dare, Pans, he’s a Gryffindor after all.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Just for that, truth.”

Pansy clapped her hands excitedly. “So many options!”

“You shouldn’t have let him do that, mate.” Ron loudly whispered to Harry - so loudly that Draco heard him from the other side of the loose circle of eighth years around their common room.

“It’ll be fine, Ron. My entire life is in the bloody Prophet already.”

At this point, people around the circle were yelling suggestions.

“Turn ons!”

“First kiss!”

“First fuck!”

Harry grew steadily redder, while Pansy shook her head at the suggestions. “We’re not children, honestly. Draco?”

Draco smirked, before turning to whisper in Pansy’s ear. “Which guy he wants to fuck most in this circle.”

Pansy’s eyes widened, before she whispered to Draco, “Guy?!”

“Haven’t you noticed he is decidedly not straight?”

“He does spend a lot of time staring at your arse. And Thomas’...”

Draco held in his screech of horror at the idea of Harry staring at anyone’s arse other than his own and nodded.

Harry had been growing steadily redder as the suggestions considered to flow in, before raising an eyebrow at Draco and the smug look on his face.

“Shut up! SHUT UP!” Pansy shouted. The room quickly quietened, eager for what Pansy had decided. “Potter...out of all the people who identify as boys in this room, who would you most like to fuck?”

Harry snorted, shaking his head slightly. He cast a look around the circle, the look lingering on a few people for too long, in Draco’s opinion. This should be an easy answer, should it not?

Draco almost yelled at him when he skipped over him entirely. No, no - he was just giving the others the idea that they had a chance, Draco reasoned.

Apparently finalising his decision, Harry opened his mouth. Draco tried not to sit up in anticipation, until he heard “Dean, probably.”

“EXCUSE ME?” Draco shouted, getting a few weird looks from around the room and realising that he’d said it out loud a moment too late. “I am clearly the most eligible man in this room!”

“Mmhmm, sure you are, Malfoy.” Harry didn’t seem annoyed at Draco’s behaviour, his eyes glinting with amusement.

Draco rose to his knees, ignoring Pansy’s huff of irritation beside him. “Don’t you ‘mmhmm’ me, Potter! You’re just denying your true feelings.”

“Sure I am. You just can’t admit Dean’s attractive.”

Draco abruptly stood, stalking over to him. “He’s plenty attractive, I’m just more so.”

“Do I get a say in this?” Dean said, tentatively rising.

“No!” Draco and Seamus shouted, the latter dragging him back down to the sofa they were sitting in.

Harry stood, still a good six inches shorter. “Any reason in particular that you’re so attractive, Malfoy?” His tone had turned low and sultry, barely enough for the rest of the room to hear.

Draco took another step forward, barely three inches from Harry. “You’re telling me that if I took my shirt off right here, right now, you wouldn’t completely melt?”

“You know what,” Harry rose on his toes to whisper in Draco’s ear, “you’re kind of turning me on right now.”

Draco smirked, and pulled back to look into those emerald eyes. “Am I now?”

“Get a room!” Pansy yelled from somewhere behind Draco.

“We will.” Draco replied, raising his voice and dragging Harry out of the room.

“That wasn’t a good way to tell everyone...” Harry said between biting bruises down Draco’s neck.

“Do you really think I care?” Draco moaned.

“Well you know what was really sexy?”

“What?” Draco’s tone was slightly irritated since when Harry talked, the kissing stopped.

“You were even more jealous than me.”

Draco huffed a laugh and pulled Harry close to him, feeling soft breaths against his chest.

“That’s because I love you, git.”

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