Simply the First Step (смешанная)

“Molly said you were welcome to come to the Burrow for Christmas.” Harry sits next to Draco on the sofa. “She said she’d started on your jumper.”
“Are those our Christmas plans?”
“I was hoping,” Harry says. He rests his arm on the back of the sofa. Draco nuzzles against his side, book entirely forgotten in his lap. “I think it’s time to start telling people about our relationship.”
Draco rubs his Dark Mark. Not rubs as much as scrubs, as if he’s trying to remove the skin. He’s tried, before. It pushes up his sleeve to expose the mark. “Are you sure you want to do that?”
“The people worth keeping in my life are the ones that’ll be okay with our relationship,” Harry says.