Title: A Bad Day

Rating: PG-13

Warning: M/M relationship, language… that’s about it.

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Pairings: Harry x Draco. Past talk of Draco x OC. Past talk of Harry x Ginny.

Attention: I’ve just added a bit to this story; you won’t find the change here because it’s an added lemon scene at the end of the story. So this story is now officially the censored version. If you want the uncensored version of this story you can email me and request it or you can find it in my web site or my adult fan fiction link in my bio. Thank you.

Author’s Notes: This story is dedicated to Reptilian Goddess as a late (I’m sorry it’s so late) birthday present. I hope you like this story. It took me forever to write and feel reasonably happy with. I hope everyone else loves this story too. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: The characters don’t belong to me. I only own those I’ve made up and the situations I’ve put them through.

One Shot – Bad Day

Draco frowned deeply as he stepped out of a large building, his hands buried deep into his jeans pockets as he slowly made his way down the stairs.

Over and over in his head he replayed the scene he had just exited from.

“I’m sorry Mr…”

“Black” Draco helped, fighting back the urge to roll his eyes.

“Mr Black” the teller continued; his voice soft and calm as if he was trying to explain to a child why they couldn’t get a lolly. Draco was truly insulted. “There isn’t enough money in your account to cover the fees” The man said, his hands calmly resting on the table as he looked steadily at the dumbfounded blonde.

“But… how?” Draco asked, his head shaking from side to side as he tried to figure out what had gone wrong.

Looking growlingly, yet managing to mask it to a majority Annoyed, the teller took a deep breath, and once again the child was being forbidden his lolly. “If you wish, I can have a look at your transactions for the last two weeks.” His fingers were already moving over the keyboard before Draco gave his consent.

“Sure” the blonde muttered, resting his arms over the desk, as he waited to hear where his money had gone.

After a few seconds of typing in codes and words, the teller nodded as if something that had appeared on the screen was exactly what he had expected to see. After a few seconds of scanning the list, he turned the LCD to face the blonde, showing him the transactions of the past two weeks.

It was starting to become obvious as to where the money had gone. His silver eyes narrowed as he read through the details. Oh yes, it was obvious as to why his cheque had bounced. He was definitely broke, something that wasn’t entirely new to him, though it was unexpected.

Today, however, was really not his day.

First his alarm forgot to wake him, causing him to be late for his optometrist appointment, and when he did reach the optometrist he discovered that he was in need of a new pair of glasses, (that itself was a fine digit to observe. Then he discovered, via a call on his mobile, that his cheque had bounced from a payment he had made on a bed two weeks ago, and then when he tried to pay for his new glasses he found that his account didn’t have enough funds. He was entirely broke, and he was yet to pay half his bills!

Fighting back a growl of frustration, Draco read over the words again, the entire ordeal was truly starting to become real, too real. Josephine was truly starting to show her colours.

Every transaction made, was all – no doubt – done on something idiotic and entirely useless. Then again, when he had broken up with the woman three months ago he should have expected this turn of events. She always had that ‘I’ll get you for leaving me’ gleam. So this was her revenge for him leaving. Pathetic, yet… effective, seeing as now he was completely broke.

The teller continued to wait, his fingers drumming annoyingly on the desk, his eyes resting on the blonde, waiting for him to understand that, yes, there were to be no more lollies coming his way.

Keeping his composure as calm as he could – that in itself wasn’t very calm – Draco leaned against the desk. “Is there a way I can cancel that card?” He asked, his eyes narrowed, daring the man to speak a negative, he was rewarded with a positive nod and the LCD screen turned back to the teller, his fingers working quickly over the keyboard.

“Okay, I’ve locked it, so that it can no longer get used. But we need you to sign this documents to fully cancel the card” the man said, opening a drawer and extracting a file. He pulled out a piece of paper and, after he ticked and scribbled in a few boxes and lines, slid it across to the blonde.

Draco nodded, his hand running tiredly through his hair. “Okay” he stated, his eyes tiredly scanning the form, making sure he was aware of what he was signing. It all seemed a simple procedure, nothing looking out of order. With the pen that was handed to him, Draco placed his signature in the designated area.

“And some proof of ID, a drivers licence will be fine” the man supplied as he watched Draco sign the paper.

Sighing, the blonde dug into his pocket and pulled out the black wallet.(,) Flicking it open he easily pulled out his drivers licence, showing it to the man, who in turn nodded with a quick scan.

Handing the paper back he watched as the teller continued to type expertly on the keyboard, his eyes darting over the screen before him and every now and again looking back to the paper. “Okay, that’s done, your card has been cancelled. Is there anything else?” He asked, his eyes looking questionably, yet with trained politeness back to Draco, who in turn shook his head with a sigh. “Okay then. Thank you” the man said, already looking over the blonde's shoulder to the next customer.

Making his way slowly down the footpath, his hands still buried in his pockets, Draco gave a sigh of frustration.

What had he done to deserve all this? What had he done to piss the gods off so much that they thought they should punish him with such a horrid day? Was his day going to get better at all?

He made his way towards his car – a deep maroon Kia, the first car he ever learnt to drive in, and the only car for him – though it wasn’t much of a car, to him it was his one and only car. As he approached the car, the blondes eyes were attracted to a small white piece of paper slipped under his left window wiper. With a much slower pace and a small cringe – that steadily grew – the blonde approached his car, his eyes glued to the one thing that only helped to make his day worse. If he had known all this was to happen today he would have surely stayed in bed and skipped it.

He couldn’t help but bitterly think of his parents and how proud they’d be of him, to know that their son – though already knowing he was living in the muggle world, friends with muggles and working a muggle job – he was also steadily losing money. It would have to be the first time, ever, that a Malfoy was broke.

With a tight, nauseous, feeling in his stomach, Draco pulled the ticket from his car, his eyes slowly travelling over it, dreading to see that digit that would demand payment. Thirty pounds.

Closing his eyes, the blonde felt close to screaming. His hand had already began to tighten around the helpless paper, his nails begging to dig deep into its thin flesh, beginning to tear it up, to hear it’s screams of pain… and, though paper could not scream and beg for forgiveness, Draco felt rather compelled to carry out his desired actions.

However, knowing it was stupid to take his anger out on the ticket, he growled in the back of his throat and proceeded to unlock the car door and threw the wretched bill into the car wishing it had landed heavily somewhere, and preferably broken with a loud sound… not float soundlessly to the car floor, landing happily there, the payment shining happily up at him. This was a child that had received its lolly, and Draco was ready to throttle it for having such a calm outlook.

Once again he had to remind himself as he slid into the car that the paper would not scream in pain, therefore he could not take his anger out on it.

Starting the engine, with the help of threatening murmurs of destroying his mood any further by not cooperating, Draco was for once granted his wish as the engine fired up healthily. Making sure that everything was in order, and it was not about to pull a fast one on him, Draco deemed the car safe enough to get him home in one piece.

Pulling out from his parking spot, the blonde made his way down the road.

When he had left Hogwarts - with flying colours on his NEWTS - Draco had moved into the muggle world, of course without carrying the shame of the Malfoy family as he did. His entire family had shown their disapproval as he packed his belongings. They had all made sure he understood when they said not to come to them if he ever needed help, for they would not help a traitor, or a muggle lover.

Draco had been fine with the arrangements. He lived a quite and happy life in the muggle world, free from the Malfoy obligations, and they would leave him alone, pretending he didn’t exist. In his opinion it had been the perfect solution.

Now, six years later, he wasn’t so sure. Of course he had been broke on a few occasions, but he normally picked up in the end. Sure he had his rough times, but he had always managed to get through them with some ease. But today, today he was starting to think the world was punishing him for his decision. That the Malfoy family had decided to show him that he could not survive in the world without them backing him up.

With that thought moving through his mind, Draco growled. No matter how hard his life became, no matter how poor he was, or how much he needed help, the last people he would run to would be them. He could survive without their help.(,) He had survived for six years without them, why give in now?

Now, with that thought cheering him up – if only a little – Draco continued to drive, watching as the buildings grew smaller and further apart with multiple amounts of trees sprouting along the road.

He lived in a small neighbourhood away from any major areas. He liked his home, it was small, cosy and decent, something that didn’t scream wealth – though that was the theme he was used to from his childhood, it was also a theme he couldn’t afford – but it did say that it was his home, and that it was cosy. He wouldn’t mind moving though.

With another thought that involved finance entering his head, Draco cringed, his hands tightening on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. It didn’t help his slowly growing finance depression when he looked over to where the ticket had landed, thirty pounds… how was he supposed to even fork out enough money for that?

He looked up suddenly when he heard the screeching and squealing of tyres followed by the unmistaken sound of a horn screaming at him. It was too late to act, and all Draco could do to try and escape the head on collision was to swerve his car to the side and push his foot hard onto the breaks.

Within seconds the car pounded into the side of a black BMW Z4 with a violent jerk and ear splitting sound.

Draco was thrusted forward before being pounded back into his seat by the force of the impact.

Closing his eyes and trying to recapture his now shaky breath, Draco raised a shaking hand to his forehead where he could feel a small bruise already forming where it had hit the steering wheel.

What god hated him?

With a groan Draco opened his eyes, allowing – if not slightly unwillingly – his gaze to look pass the cracked glass of the front of his car to the car that was now very close to him… showing considerable damage.

“Bloody fucking great” he murmured to himself as he watched as the door of the car he had rammed into open and the driver step out. Slowly, and yet again unwillingly, Draco also climbed out of his car – if not a little shakily.

Luckily the gods didn’t hate him that much – finally something good and cheap at the same time was going his way.

Draco was releaved to find that he was not, in anyway, seriously injured. Just the small bruise, that would later show on his forehead from where he had head butted the steering wheel, something that made him frown and look back to the car in wonder about what had happened to his air bags. But in any case, there was no broken bones, no fractured heads, no blood… he was alive and still well… if not loaded with a few extra bills and a possible future travel into shock.

Looking up, feeling anything but ready to face the wrath of a pissed off driver… he had not though, been readying to find himself looking up into wide surprised green eyes.

Draco’s face took on a simular expression as the driver in front of him, except he gasped in shock, whereas the other driver just stood there in shock and silence.

There, no more then five feet away, stood none other then Harry Potter! The same Harry Potter he had known during his schooling years, the same Harry Potter he had teased mercilessly during those seven years… the same Harry Potter that was now recovering from his shock and crossing his arms over his chest, leaning against his car and smirking back at him, with now alight and dancing eyes watching him with also another emotion shinning through them that he couldn’t quite pinpoint.

This was really, really not becoming his day.

With a groan, Draco dropped back against his own car, his energy slowly leaving his body as the events of the day caught up to him, and now this! Running a hand through his hair, he looked back to the tall man, his eyes full of dread that he didn’t even bother to conceal.

Harry’s smirk widened slightly, the unnamed emotion in his eyes sparkling brighter then before.

“Potter” Draco said, his eyes momentarily closing as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Just perfect” he murmured more to himself.

“Draco, fancy bumping into you… or the other way around, in our case” Harry stated, his eyes flashing towards the damaged cars before they rested back on the blonde.

Wincing slightly at the choice of words, Draco sighed. “Fancy seeing you too” he said, his eyes tiredly coming to rest on the man.

The blonde noticed small… yet noticeable changes with the brunette.

Harry was tall, probably just a little taller then last time he had seen him in seventh year, this hight brought him, at the most, a head over Draco himself, something he had never been too happy about.

Apart from the hight, Harry’s physic had also changed little. He was still firm and athletic looking, most probably holding a few well defined muscles under his deep red silk shirt, as well as the olive tan.

His brunette hair was still as messy as ever, yet now it held the look of rich rebel, yet powerful appeal, not ‘I forgot to brush my hair when I woke up’ appeal… he was yet to figure out how hair portrayed such thoughts to viewers.

His eyes were the same deep jade green, still holding that glint of power, reminding those who knew, that Harry Potter was currently the most powerful wizard that roamed the world, as well as the only one who was able to defeat Voldemort numerous times.

He could still remember when he wore those horrible glasses, before he had ridded himself of them in his sixth year. When Harry had worn those glasses, it seemed like they hid his power, it was like they hid his true extent. But looking at those clear and unconcealed eyes now, he could see vividly how powerful this wizard was, it was exciting, yet slightly nerve racking, seeing as this powerful wizard hates him, and he had just rammed his expensive car.

Though Harry remained as hot as Draco could remember him being, though he seemed especially extra hot with those tight black jeans, long sleeve blood red silk shirt and long leather coat, and let's not forget the dark sunglasses that had been pushed up to rest on top of his head, almost hidden in his mop of dark hair, but even with all this, he was not keen on hearing the bill that was surly going to make him sink further into debt and the casually coming depression.

With a small groan, the blonde tried not to bite into his lip, “Okay, I know you’re having a field day here. But I’ve got other places to be. So what’s the bill?” he asked.

“Bill?” Harry questioned, his eyes skimming over the damage of his car. “Well that’s hard to say. This is, after all, a BMW Z4, not a cheap car like…” he frowned as he tried to decipher Draco’s, something that made the blonde blush lightly as the difference was considerably noticeable… So what though? It was still his baby girl!

“Leave it alone, Potter. Listen, I’m not in the mood for this, now can you just give me the damn bill, so we can go our separate ways?” he snapped, frowning as he dug his hand into his pocket and kept it there.

Harry didn’t look affected in the slightest, and he merely smiled charmingly. “I haven’t seen you since school” he stated, making the blonde blink in confusion. “What have you been up to?” the ex-Gryffindor asked, his eyes trained on Draco with interested.

Frowning, and feeling a little more confused then before, Draco rubbed his forehead. “Why do you want to know? Listen Potter, I’ve had a rather bad day today, and I’d appreciate it if you would just cut me some slack and gave me an estimate price on the repairs” Draco said, closing his eyes in his weariness.

“Hm, now this is becoming a rather interesting day. Malfoy, did I just hear you… pleading with me, Harry Potter?” The brunette asked, his brows raised in mock surprise.

The blonde was not impressed as he balled his hands into fists, once again that feeling that had over came him when he had held that defenceless piece of paper in his hand was back, his anger, frustration and tiredness taking over.

“Listen, Potter, I really am not in the mood” he hissed, his eyes narrowing on the man in front of him.

Harry raised a brow, “Sounds like you did have a tough day” he stated offhandedly, not even sounding nervous with the Malfoy wrath brewing in front of him, ready to burst.

With a shout of frustration, Draco threw his hands into the air, his eyes turning to the heavens for help. “Merlin! Potter, are you trying to be difficult?” he asked.

Harry only smiled gently, his eyes softening, “No, I’m just trying to have a civil conversation with an old schoolmate I haven’t seen in six years” he stated honestly.

Now with a look of pure confusion on his face, Draco tried to find the world’s alignment… perhaps there was something going on with the stars, something that was causing Potter to suffer from some kind of memory loss… or something like that. “What?” he asked in heavy disbelief.

Chuckling, the brunette pushed himself off his car, his eyes dancing with amusement. “You seem surprised” he stated, his head tilting to the side, his green eyes – noticeably – making a sweep of the blonde’s body. “You’ve changed a lot, I almost didn’t recognise you” he stated.

“You’ve grown your hair out, and I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen it without gel and actually tussled. And I know for a fact that this is the first time I’ve ever seen you wearing muggle clothing, it suits you though. Your eyes are the same silver though, and you’ve still got the same old milky white skin, and I think you’re a little smaller then last time I saw you” the man commented, pointing out some things that Draco found bizarre that Harry would even recognise, - though he did try to ignore the small comment, he wasn’t small… he was average hight and everyone else was just tall – But, for instance, most people assumed his eyes were grey, or at the least blue. It took a deep look into them to notice that they were indeed silver. Though he found this odd on itself, he was also trying to analyse whether Harry had just spoken to him in a slightly husky, flirting, way… or whether it was just his imagination.

Raising a brow, Draco looked up at the man. “You’re… weird” was all he found coming to him.

Harry’s brow raised, an amused grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “Okay then” he said, nodding with the blondes description of him, he seemed to be close to that look, that same look Draco could swear if closely examined was like an adult agreeing with the child that yes, the clouds were made of ice cream, to amuse the child and at the same time finding amusement from their young beliefs… Why were people acting as if he were some kind of child today?

Draco was silently cursing himself, of all the things to say… he went and called the man weird! It was most definitely a toss between embarrassing or truthful. There was a small tinge to his cheeks as he watched the brunette become more amused, and he had to fight off its growth as the green eyes looked back at him, studying him.

Yes, he had to admit to himself, Potter had indeed become more handsome, but he was also forced to admit that the man was now also insane, a sad loss, he was sure.

“Are you even going to give me a bill… or are you going to continue to discuss life?” he asked, trying to put a move on with his collection of bills.

As much as he would have liked to get to know the insane Potter, as much as he was trying to get to know him, Draco really did feel that to give his hopes into the thought of Harry even remotely showing sane interest in him – instead of the insane interested he was currently showing – was fruitless, and just seeing his old crush from school was bad enough, let alone getting teased by him with his insane interest.

Harry’s amusement seemed to be growing. “This is interesting” he admitted, making Draco growl in annoyance.

“What’s interesting Potter” he snapped, wanting to get it over and done with. It was late and he was in desperate need of just getting home and collapsing on his bed. It was interesting that no cars had pulled over to assist them… they probably assumed everything was under control - Though this didn’t stop them from slowing down to press their noses against their window to see what had happened.

Harry tilted his head to the side, his hip now resting against the black BMW. “You” he admitted, watching Draco with deep interest.

“What about me?” the blonde hissed, his patience once again slipping.

“Well, you’re going on about me giving you some bill, so you can pay for the damage. While I admit that it is kind of you to offer such a thing, but have you forgotten about repairing charms?” the brunette asked, his lips tugged up into a small smirk as he watched the blondes cheeks become a light shade of crimson.

Now he knew a god hated him! He had spent his entire life - minus six years - in the wizarding world. He had lived around magic, breathed magic and practised magic… and yet he lives in the muggle world for six years and forgets all about using a simple repairing charm … something that could take his problems away without the need to pay a hefty bill.

He was so use to living life as a muggle that it was actually rare for him to use his magic… and he enjoyed life that way.

“Forget your heritage?” Harry asked.

With a deep scowl, the blonde ex-Slytherin crossed his arms over his chest. “I didn’t forget” he snapped, “I merely thought it’d be easier to use the muggle way around… but by all means, save me a bill and fix your bloody car by yourself.”

“Now, now, temper” Harry said, waving a finger back and forth, once again reminding Draco of a child, this time being scowled.

That was most definitely it. With a growl of frustration, Draco leapt forward. He successfully knocked the brunette down with his surprise attack. Glaring down at him, Draco grabbed the front of his shirt, his legs straddling the man in place. “Potter, I’m sick and tired of your games. Either fix the car yourself or send a fucking bill to me” he hissed, a handful of Harry’s shirt being pulled tight.

To his surprise, Harry only looked calmly up at him before giving him a quick grin. And with a small undignified squeak, he found himself being pushed off the man, and within moments he was finding himself looking up into green eyes instead of down.

Harry smiled down at him. “Only if you agree to come out to dinner with me” he replied easily. His smile widened when Draco ceased all struggles to get out from beneath him and instead stared wide eyed up at him.

“Wh-what?” he asked in a surprised voice.

“I’ll fix the damages on my own, only if you agree to go out to dinner with me, tonight” Harry stated, his eyes levelling and locking with Draco’s easily.

To say he was feeling shocked was an understatement. Draco was trying all ways to think about what was going on. Either Potter had completely lost his mind, or this was some kind of ploy to trick him into something, and as if reading his mind, Harry slowly climbed to his feet, and grabbing the blondes hand and giving a strong tug to pull him to his feet as he smiled down at him.

“No trick. I just want to talk to you, nothing more. And I’m willing to forget about the damage to my car and fix it myself if you agree to go to dinner with me” he said.

Slowly the blonde came out of his shock, and in doing so was able to realise his hand was still being held by Harry’s, with a quick tug to release his limb, Draco narrowed his eyes on the ex-Gryffindor. “That’s blackmail” he stated. Harry only shrugged. With another glance to the damage of the car, Draco flinched before nodding. “Fine, Potter… you win” he said.

Harry’s reply was to only beam at him.

“But only because I’m feeling too tired to argue” he claimed, glaring up at the still beaming, if not slightly amused, Potter.

“Of course it is” Harry said with a small nod, though his eyes didn’t stop from looking back to the blonde in amusement.

Draco sighed as he once again ran a hand through his hair and looked back to the two cars that were heavily implanted in one another, it was almost unbelievable that both himself and Harry were able to walk away from such damage with little injuries, and remembering just that, Draco glanced back to Potter and did a quick scan of his body, there wasn’t even a scratch or a bruise on the man. It wouldn’t surprise him if Potter had some kind of protection barrier around him to stop himself from being injured if his car crashed… smart idea.

He was still personally trying to figure out why his air bags hadn’t worked, but gave up on thinking about that, seeing as the incident was now over and if the air bags decided to show their white little faces, it was well and truly too late.

Harry walked back towards the two cars, his eyes doing a sweep of the close to nil traffic that passed them slowly, eyes trained over the wreckage before slowly continuing their way towards work or what not.

Draco also watched the traffic, not at all amused with the idea of being gawked at. People were too nosey for their own good, at least that’s what he believed.

Approaching his car, the blonde man looked over the bonnet and cringed at the bent metal. He was actually finding his deal with Potter more and more appealing each time he looked at the two cars, that bill would definitely be a long digit, and then there would be the repairs to his own car… to just spend one dinner with Potter talking about life was a bargain in his opinion.

He turned his attention back to Potter, interested to see how the man would do this without giving a heart attack to the passing muggles.

As he watched the man, he was once again reminded of why it was he developed a crush for the brunette in the first place… there was just some kind of aura around him that seemed to attract his attention. There was something about Harry that seemed to make him look twice, that made him want to study the way he worked and moved… at first he thought he had become obsessed, but after time he knew it was a stupid crush, one he was feeling he could live without.

Harry turned back to him with a small smile, “Would you like me to repair your car as well?” he asked, bringing Draco momentarily out of his thoughts and notice that there was now an undamaged BMW parked in front of him.

It was really a nice car, and it made the blonde very self conscious of his own vehicle, but he still liked it… his little Kia had helped him through a lot of tough spots and gotten him to places… so he settled with the idea that his car had personality, it didn’t need the rich looks.

But pulling back from the car comparisons, Draco glared to the brunette ex-Gryffindor and crossed his arms over his chest. “I can do a repairing charm Potter, they aren’t that hard” he snapped.

Chuckling, Harry shrugged and then approached the blonde, stopping a few feet away and holding out a piece of paper and a pen.

Looking to the blank paper and then the pen, the blonde raised a brow and then looked back to sparkling green eyes, “What?” he asked.

“I need your address and number if I’m going to pick you up and take you out to dinner” the man stated, a small smirk tugging on his lips as he watched the blonde in amusement.

“What! Potter, I’m capable of driving” Draco defended.

With a small glance towards the still wrecked Kia, that didn’t go unnoticed by the ex-Slytherin, Harry nodded, “I’m sure you are, but this is one of my conditions, I pick you up” the brunette stated.

Glaring and seeing that there was no argument unless he wanted to pay the hefty bill, Draco snatched the pen from the man's hand and scribbled his number and address onto the paper before shoving them back at the still smirking ex-Gryffindor.

“Fine Potter, I hope you’re fans know how much of an asshole you are, blackmail doesn’t suit you” he snapped, glaring back to the man that only bowed his head in reply, obviously holding back a chuckle – that didn’t help the blonde's mood in the least.

“I’ll make a note to tell the Daily Prophet” Harry stated as he folded the paper up and placed it in his jacket pocket, “I’ll see you at seven thirty Malfoy” he said as he turned and waved over his shoulder.

Draco watched with a glare as the man climbed back into his car and easily started his engine, within moments he watched the brunette drive passed him down the road and out of sight.

He knew he should have slept through the day. As soon as he had gotten that ticket he knew he should have stayed home and slept… but no, he had to continue his day thinking things would improve… Though he did enjoy seeing the handsome Wizarding hero after six years, it wasn’t an improvement, because now he had to put up with the man's insanity.

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Draco, currently, was glaring at his wardrobe.

No, he wasn’t trying to impress the man… the same man that he had a crush on for a year or more in Hogwarts and apparently still found dreamy and desirable… but he wasn’t about to go dressed like a dag.

There were so many outfits that seemed either too classy or not good enough. He sometimes found that he had trouble choosing outfits for different venues, but this almost seemed to be the most difficult decision he’d made for a while. He also seemed to be spending just that more (of a noticeable not really needed) time in front of the wardrobe. This noticeable point made him frown in disapproval.

Finally he decided on the blue stonewashed butt hugging hipster jeans and the dusty blue long sleeve shirt. The outfit was tight in the right places, and lose in the right places. It showed his slight figure, and left some up to the imagination.

With his outfit now chosen, the blonde showered and dressed, drying his hair by running the towel through it, making it look wind tussled.

Finally, pleased with his appearance and even more pleased that he didn’t look like he was overdressing to impress, more that he was dressing in his comfort zone, he nodded to his mirror and headed towards the lounge room, it was seven o’clock, giving him half an hour to try and rid himself of his nerves and remind himself that Potter had escaped from a mental clinic.

He actually found it odd that out of all the things he was expecting out of the day, Potter entering it and taking him out to dinner was not one of them. It was all confusing. Harry hated him, or at least he had… all during the war he acted like he didn’t exist. Once the war was over, and Draco felt that he had done his part, he left. Not once had Potter approached him and flirted with him. Neither had he ever asked him to dinner.

So what ever was bringing this behaviour change from the man was definitely something unexpected and totally new.

Harry was one of the first boys that Draco had developed a crush on, though he tried to push the thought of being attracted aside, he could never deny that he wasn’t attracted to the powerful Gryffindor.

Harry simply had this appeal about him. There was just something there that made Draco notice him and want to be noticed in return… and no mater how hard he tried he was never noticed in the same light that he noticed the brunette Gryffindor.

But now, here he was, at age twenty three and going to dinner with Harry Potter!

When he had left the wizarding world, when he had abandoned his family, he had kept away from all things that represent the world he had been brought up in. He never read the news so he never got an update on what Harry was doing. He always expected the man to be married, heaps of kids and settled down somewhere… but he had noticed that the ex-Gryffindors ring finger had been bare…

Draco made his way into the kitchen, in the background the music played, keeping that long and eerie silence away. He had lived by himself for most of his life in the muggle world, even when he dated he lived by himself. No relationships were serious enough to actually consider the idea of moving in with the other.

Making himself a cup of orange juice, Draco paced barefoot around the house, just not feeling in the mood to keep in one place for a long period of time.

After ten minutes of wandering around doing nothing, the blonde went back to the kitchen to dispose himself of the now empty cup. It wasn’t long after that that he heard a knock at his door, the sound that made his heart skip and his eyes to flicker to the cloak.

It was fifteen past seven…

Slowly he made his way towards the entry, opening the wooden door and flicking the porch light on as he did.

Harry’s features were illuminated as the light shone down on him, making his green eyes reflect it with a brilliant sparkle.

He noticed that Harry was also wearing casual clothes, this including dark blue, almost black, tight jeans and a form fitting forest green shirt. The ex-Gryffindors eyes – Draco noticed – was busy sweeping over his own form, and when they had finished and met his eyes once again, the brunette grinned. “Hey” he said.

Draco nodded his head as he opened the flyscreen.

Harry smiled his thanks as he was let into the house, and followed Draco into the lounge room. He began to scan his surroundings, taking in everything.

“I have to get shoes on, so wait here” the blonde stated, causing the green eyes to flash to his feet, though he didn’t see much since the jeans half covered them.

“Sure, take your time” Harry stated, smiling reassuringly.

With a suspicious look toward the brunette, Draco turned and walked back down the hall, towards his bedroom to find his black joggers that were waiting for him at the end of the bed, as well as socks.

He didn’t really know what to expect out of Potter on this ‘date’. He was actually expecting Weasley to jump out with a camera and scream ‘Surprise’, and then show the picture of a shocked Draco dining with Harry Potter to all in the wizarding world, along with a story on how Harry got him on the date and embarrassed him into thinking that there was a chance between them and that he was actually dared to make the blonde think that he liked him.

Oh, that didn’t go down well with Draco’s thoughts, and it made him glance warily around the room, expecting to hear giggling. When he heard nothing of the sort, Draco slowly made his way out of the room, his shoes on and his wallet in his back pocket.

He walked back into the lounge room and found the brunette looking at his bookshelf where a few books, nick-knacks and photos sat. It seemed that he was taking particular interest in the photo he got for his birthday two months ago, one that was given to him by Josephine’s brother.

It was a picture of Draco sitting on a picnic blanket with Josephine leaning back in his lap smiling beautifully at the camera, she had her fingers threaded with his and it really looked like a loving photo, it’s a pity that when Draco looked at it, all he saw was a two-faced bitch. There was no doubt in his mind that that picture was going to be in the bin by tomorrow.

Harry turned back around and smiled at Draco, his hands in his pockets, he nodded his head in the direction of the picture “Girlfriend?” he asked.

Sneering, Draco shook his head; “Ex” was all he said as he walked past the brunette and grabbed keys, behind him Harry grinned.

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“Okay, where are you taking me?” The blonde finally demanded after a while of watching the passing scenery.

Both Harry and Draco were sitting in the now unharmed BMW, making their way through the darkened streets.

The brunette spared the ex-Slytherin a glance before he turned back to the road, a small amused smirk on his face. “You make it sound like I’ve kidnapped you” he stated, chuckling lightly.

“Haven’t you?” The blonde questioned, raising a brow at the chuckling man.

“No, you’re here on your own free will” Harry said as he dug into a pocket and pulled out a small mobile phone.

“It’s dangerous to talk on a mobile while driving” the blonde stated quietly, Harry only spared him a small glance of amusement before he turned his multiple attentions to both the phone and road.

Draco frowned as he watched the brunette press a button and then held the phone to his ear.

“Hi Youla… Yes, about a minute… that’s great, thank you for this… I will… thank you, see you then” and then he hung up, resting the expensive looking mobile on the dash board.

Rather then asking what that was about, Draco turned and looked out the window, his eyes not focusing on anything in particular.

“How do you feel about Chinese food?” Harry asked suddenly as the car turned into a small parking lot.

Turning back to the brunette, Draco frowned before shrugging, “I haven’t had it for a while… I like it, if that’s what you’re asking” he stated, studying the ex-Gryffindor closely.

Harry gave him a toothy grin before he turned to the open window beside him, and to Draco’s surprise he found a man standing there, holding a tray of Chinese food on it. The tray was passed through the window. Smiling to the man, Harry thanked him and handed over some money before waving and pulling out of the parking lot.

Draco, who was still trying to catch up to what was going on, looked down to the Chinese food before he looked up, his eyes trying to find clues from the brunette beside him as to what was going on.

The rest of the ride in the car passed in silence, except for the radio playing in the background. Harry drove up a steep hill, down a small dirt path and out into a grassy clearing. This was where he parked the car, turning the engine off at the same time.

Draco looked out the window, his gaze taking in their surroundings. They were parked near the edge of the tree line, a large grass clearing on the other side where it seemed to suddenly drop, revealing that there was a cliff that ran down into the large dark ocean.

“You’re planning on killing me and throwing my body over the cliff?” Draco questioned as he climbed out of the car to get a better look at his surroundings. His only answer was a chuckle from the dark brunette as he also climbed out of the car, the tray in hand

Rolling his eyes at the other's amusement, Draco walked forward, observing the water that crashed against the cliff side below him. It was at least a thirty meter drop, a perfect place to dump a body.

“Now don’t go spoiling my plans by jumping” Harry chuckled, as he came to a stop near the ex-Slytherin, looking over his shoulder to the crashing water.

Draco’s head snapped around, his wide eyes landing on the sly grinning Potter that stood close behind him, he was about to ask why the brunette needed to stand so close to him, but when a hand rested on his hip he could only stare back at the ex-Gryffindor with shocked eyes.

Now he knew he was going to be murdered and thrown over the edge of the cliff.

“The foods set-up, come on” the brunette stated, nodding his head in the direction behind them, indicating for the man to follow him.

And with the knowledge that he was going to be fattened up before he was to be killed, Draco allowed himself to turn his back to his future resting grounds, a hand on his waist, guiding him – it was there to make sure he didn’t run away.

Finding that the food had been set out on a large maroon blanket, Draco slowly lowered himself onto it, his eyes warily watching the brunette as he sat near him.

Harry pulled some food onto a plate and looked up to the wary silver eyes, “What?” He asked, his brows rose in curiosity.

“What are you playing at, Potter?” Draco said, narrowing his silver gaze on the man.

With a roll of his eyes, Harry picked up a cup and poured some coke into it. “I’m not playing anything” He said, looking wholeheartedly truthful, something that threw the blonde off guard for a millisecond.

Narrowing his eyes further, the blonde decided to play along with the innocent act, and turned his concentration to the food that was laid out in front of him.

He knew that something was definitely up, and whatever it was, he was determined to find out. “Okay Potter, then tell me why you asked to take me to dinner of all things?” he asked after some time.

Harry looked up from the food. “I invited you out to dinner, so that we could talk, and dinner seemed like a nice thing to do while we talk” he said, giving a small smile before he turned his attention back to the food.

With a sigh, Draco leaned back on his elbows, stretching his legs out on the grass in front of him; idly with one hand he played with the wooden chopsticks, clicking them together. “And what is it you want to talk about?” he asked.

“Hm, the usual. What you’ve gotten up to in the past six years… nothing too deep” Harry stated with a shrug, keeping most of his attention to his food and away from the stretched out male near him.

Casting a wary glance to the man and seeing that he might as well say his last words before he got murdered, he shrugged a shoulder as he played with a prawn with his chopsticks. “And what kind of answers are you expecting from me before you attempt murder?” he asked, glancing up to the man.

Rolling his eyes, Harry swallowed his food before settling his gaze on the blonde near him. “I don’t know where you got the idea that I’m trying to murder you, because I’m not. I truly just want to catch up Draco, nothing more” the man stated, looking honest as can be.

Draco wasn’t about to allow himself to fall for it as he narrowed his eyes, “Am I meant to believe that you’re just interested in the past six years I’ve lived through? That you’re not insane and want to throw me off a cliff?” he asked in disbelief.

“Exactly, we’re getting the same programme now” The brunette stated with a smile.

Scoffing, Draco ate some rice. “Yeah right… I’ll just sign my will now then.”

Once again the ex-Gryffindor rolled his eyes. “You really are a dramatic one, you know that, right?”

Now frowning, Draco placed the plate back on the ground and turned his attention to the man in front of him. “Well sorry, but if I remember correctly, you never really showed that much of an interest in me back in school. In fact I can remember multiple times where you wished I didn’t exist. I’m sorry that I’m finding it difficult to believe that you just brought me here to chat” the man stated, folding his arms over his chest as he sat cross-legged.

Sighing and putting his own plate down, Harry ran a hand through his hair, his gaze on the grass beside him before he turned it to lock with burning silver. “Listen Draco, I know that we were never really… chummy at school and all, but I am telling the truth. Believe it or not, I was interested in talking to you back in school… you just made it difficult with all the ‘fuck off Potter's" the brunette stated before sighing again when Draco opened his mouth, ready to spit back a retort.

“Potter, I have no idea why I even said yes to this ‘dinner’ thing, I think I would have been better off paying the damn bill” the man almost yelled as he stood up and walked away, his feet taking him back to the edge of the cliff.

For a while he just gazed out over the rough water, he could hear Harry approaching him and narrowed his eyes as he heard the man clear his throat.

“Listen, I’m sorry… I’m sorry for the way I behaved back then. I was young and a lot was happening that was making me confused and… well scared” he admitted.

Frowning Draco looked over his shoulder to see the green eyes looking back at him pleadingly.

“Can we just try to have a civil conversation?” the brunette asked.

Even Draco was unable to stay stubborn to the pleading look he was being delivered. So, with a sigh, the man turned around and studied the brunette's face before shrugging, “Fine” was all he said.

Smiling back at him, Harry nodded and turned back to the picnic and walked back with Draco close behind him.

Once the two settled down and continued eating for a short time, Harry spoke up again.

“So can I ask what you’ve been doing with yourself for the pass six years?” he asked, giving a curious look to the blonde.

Shrugging, Draco prodded a prawn across the plate “Nothing much… I’ve lived in the same house for six years. For a while I had trouble trying to fit in as a muggle. I got a job at an art museum, but I’m thinking about quitting. That’s really about it” he stated as he glanced up to the brunette on the other side.

“You had a girlfriend… what was she like?” Harry asked curiously as he picked up some food with the chopsticks.

Frowning Draco glared down at his food. “She was nice enough I guess… We dated for about three months before I broke up with her” he stated once again the memory of his current bankrupt situation.

“I broke up with my last girlfriend about eight months ago… wasn’t a very stable relationship to begin with though” Harry informed as a small frown marred his face.

Looking up, the blonde ex-Slytherin studied the man in front of him before turning away and studying his food, having nothing to reply with.

For a while the two sat in silence, both eating their dinner.

Finally Draco placed his eaten meal to the side and stretched out his legs on the grass. “So as far as it goes with life, what have you been doing for the past six years?” the man asked, trying not to look interested.

Harry paused in his eating’s, his head cocked to the side as the chopsticks that he held in his hands tapped together in the rhythm of his thinking. “Hm, well I own an international organisation and have for the past five years, I live in a penthouse just outside London and I’ve lived there for about three years… Hm, what else?” he spoke aloud as he frowned, his mind piecing together his six years of adventure in the adult world.

For a while Harry frowned as he tried to find more highlights, but then with a shrug he plopped some food in his mouth, “Can’t think of anything else” he said once he swallowed.

“What kind of stuff do you sell in your company… or what do you do?” the blonde asked.

Harry grinned, “My company works in trade. We mainly deal with the muggle world, but on a few occasions we do dealings with the Wizarding world” the man said as he flicked his fringe from his eyes.

Raising a brow, the blonde ex-Slytherin scoffed, “The way you put it, it sounds like you’re in the black market” he said.

Chuckling Harry shook his head, “Nah, don’t do any sort of dealings with them… We have been offered though” he said as an after thought before shrugging it off and continuing to eat.

Draco rolled his eyes as he turned his attention away from the man in front of him and instead leaned back on the blanket, his head tilted back so he could see the full moon that shone above him.

“What did you mean when you said that you were interested in talking to me back in school? You never seemed interested in talking” Draco asked as he looked over to the brunette.

Harry glanced at him, studying him for a while before he smiled softly. “Exactly what I said. I was interested in talking to you; I wanted to get to know you. I was just too nervous to actually do it. A few other things were complicating it too” he said, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

Raising a brow, Draco cocked his head to the side, “What kind of things?” he asked.

For a while Harry didn’t answer, Draco was about to repeat his question when the brunette gave a light shrug and pushed himself back onto the ground, lacing his fingers over his stomach. “Just things” he said as he looked up to the sky, “I had a lot going through my mind… not just things about the war, other things. I can’t really explain it, but to put it all down clearly, I was too scared to approach you” he said as he glanced to the shocked blonde.

“Scared to approach me?” Looking back at the man in shock, Draco shook his head. “How can you be scared of me? Granted I wasn’t the easiest person to approach back then… but…” Trailing off he looked over to the ex-Gryffindor.

Harry chuckled and shook his head, “It’s really difficult to explain, but I promise you I will explain some day” he said.

Raising a brow Draco looked up to the stars. Was Harry planning on keeping in contact with him? If he was going to tell him something some day then wouldn’t that mean they’d have to keep in contact? “You make it sound like there are going to be more run ins” he said, not daring to look to the man.

There was a chuckle as Harry nodded. “I thought you’d pick that up. If you don’t mind, I’d like for us to keep in contact, get to know each other more. ” he said.

For a few minutes the two lay in silence. Draco gazed at the sky, his brain full of thoughts. Harry wanted to keep in contact with him… so was there a chance? Frowning he shook his head. He was getting too far ahead of himself.

“Do you need to get back home by a certain time?” the ex-Gryffindor suddenly asked as he sat up, stretching his arms above his head, glancing to his wrist watch as he did.

Looking over to the man, the blonde shook his head before his attention settled on Harry’s wrist, “Why? What time is it?” he asked.

“It’s only nine. So do you want to go do something else?” the brunette asked curiously as he once again pushed himself back on the ground, laying flat on his back, his fingers lacing together and resting on his stomach as he looked up at the moon.

Shrugging Draco gave another glance to the man, “Like what?”

“I don’t know…” the brunette said. For a while they sat in silence, Draco waiting for the other man to come up with a place to go. “Have you ever gone clubbing?” the ex-Gryffindor suddenly questioned as he pushed himself up, his eyes glittering with excitement.

For a while the blonde watched the man curiously. “Yeah… once or twice a year” he now said warily, watching the other closely. “Why? Do you want to go clubbing?”

Nodding Harry pulled out his wand, “Yeah… Do you want to come?” he questioned as he gave his wand a wave and watched as the plates hovered above the ground and began to stack themselves back on the tray which then vanished with a small pop.

With a small frown Draco tossed around the idea of going clubbing, he wasn’t too fond of it, mainly because he knew if he went clubbing he’d probably have to watch the taller man get swarmed by girls and guys, but then again he could do with a good drink, and if Potter was willing to pay, Draco was willing to go.

“Fine Potter, but seeing as this is your idea, you’re paying” he stated as he stood and brushed his jeans and shirt.

Harry also stood and brushed down his clothes and then gave the wand another flick towards the blanket which then began to fold itself up and fly over to the car. “Fine by me” he said with a grin.

Not knowing if he had just made his day that much worse, Draco gave a wary nod and followed the brunette back to the car. The last thing he wanted was to have his day get worse, the only thing that helped ease his mind was that he could get as drunk as he wanted so then he wouldn’t have to remember anything.

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Within twenty minutes of driving down different roads and talking about nothing too important, Harry pulled into a car park and turned off the car. “Okay then, there’s a good club just up the road” he said as he climbed out of the car, Draco following suit. “I’ve been going there for a while so I’m pretty sure we can get in cheap” he said, throwing a grin to the blonde that was now walking beside him.

“Yey” Draco muttered sarcastically as he buried his hands into his pockets. He wasn’t sure if agreeing to go clubbing with Potter was such a good idea any more. Harry was a very handsome man, and with the outfit he was wearing, they would only have to step through the doorway before the man would be attacked by interested singles.

He didn’t know if he wanted to watch people hanging off the brunette. The last thing he wanted was to watch people drooling over the man. It wasn’t that he was jealous, he just didn’t like the idea of agreeing to go clubbing with the brunette only to watch him being swarmed by giggling girls.

He could remember how much it made him sick to watch the boy back in Hogwarts when he had been dating Ginny for those few months. He had hated it. Watching them talking quietly to each other. Walking around the corner of a corridor just to come to see the girl pinned to the wall with the brunette male kissing her deeply. It was true that with the help of seeing the ex-Gryffindor date girls it made him realise that there was a reason behind his angry bursts and jealous snarls… he had hated seeing the brunette being touched by another.

He hated it! He hated the way he reacted and he was absolutely sure that he had made a fool of himself more then once in front of the brunette, but he couldn’t help but feel the jealousy rise in him when he saw him, and he couldn’t help feeling forgotten when he watched Potter smile and hold his lady protectively.

He didn’t know how he managed to get through it. But he had managed it and now he was going to have to once again put himself to the test and try to keep a cool head as he watched the brunette be attacked by single dancers.

“Let’s get into more comfortable clothes” Harry said as he grabbed the blonde’s wrist and tugged him into an ally.

Frowning Draco looked down at himself, “But I didn’t bring any clothes with me” he stated, once again looking up at the brunette who, to his discomfort was looking amused back at him. “What? I haven’t” he defended as he glared to the man.

Chuckling and shaking his head, the brunette pulled his wand out of his pocket, “Are you sure you haven’t forgotten your heritage?” he asked as he raised the wand over the blonde's head, making him duck and eye the wand above him warily.

“Just relax.” The brunette said as he did a complicated swish of his wrist. The next thing Draco knew, his clothing was morphing and pulling tight on his body.

He looked down at himself and watched in shock as his shirt slowly turned into another. It shrunk in size making about ten centimetres of his stomach show. The sleeves of his shirt shrank and also changed, soon the sleeves were in strips, one thick one that went over his shoulders like a normal singlet and smaller pieces that slipped off his shoulder and just hung in a U down his arm, stopping near his elbows, the shirt stayed the same colour though. His jeans also morphed, they became tighter around his waist and arse, they slowly changed to leather instead of denom and changed to dark silver with a light silver belt appearing, much like his shirt sleeves, the chains hung from either side of his left hip, five of them creating their own depth of a U.

With his arms wide out he looked down at himself, taking in the dramatic change from what he had been wearing.

“P-Potter” he stumered, as looked up, and to his shock he found Harry looking back at him with a small amused smile, his own attire completely morphed as well.

Instead of his earlier attire Harry wore black leather pants that rode low on his hips and a black shirt that stopped just above his pants, allowing a small amount of his skin to show, yet not as much as Draco. His sleeves were long reaching just past his wrists; rips ran up the outside of his arms, showing his strong biceps before the rips stopped just near his shoulder. He also wore a loose black belt, one that looked plaited before about eight cords just dangled down at different heights, the longest reaching his knee. His leather pants also seemed to have small slits up the outer side of them, stopping halfway between his knee and ankle.

“Better?” the man asked before tucking his wand away from sight. For a while Draco was just in shock, he was wearing very unusual clothes, and he was also starting to notice just how much of his body was no longer left for the imagination, it was all indeed very well fitted so anyone looking wouldn’t have to try and imagine.

Blushing he quickly wrapped his arms around his mid section, glaring at the man when he dared to laugh.

“Come on then, let’s go” Harry said as he shook his head and began walking, Draco close beside him, still feeling very much on show.

“Here it is” Harry said suddenly, making the man stop short and look to where Harry was pointing, as soon as he saw the club's exterior his mouth fell open and his eyes widened.

“A-a gay bar?” he cried as he turned to the chuckling man beside him. “Potter… th-this is a gay bar” he stammered once again looking back to the club in front of him.

It was dark, almost impossible to notice, but Draco could see a small group of males wearing fishing net shirts and leather pants hanging over each other as they walked past the large dark bounty… No wonder he was wearing odd attire.

Harry once again chuckled and rested a hand on the blondes shoulder. “Yep. Is it okay with you?” he asked, looking down amused at the still shocked ex-Slytherin.

“O-okay? I – Yes, I guess it is” Draco slowly said as he looked back towards the darkened doorway where a large man stood guard. He had never been to a gay bar before. He was too nervous to go, plus he had no one to go to a gay bar with… he would rather go with some friends than go in alone.

But why would Potter want to go to a gay bar? Why would he want to take him to a gay bar?

“Okay then, lets go” Harry said as he dropped his hand from the blondes shoulder and walked forward. Draco walked close beside him warily, feeling nervous as he approached the man.

“Harry?” the bounty asked in a deep and husky voice as he squinted down at both Harry and Draco.

The brunette gave a bright smile and a wave, ‘”Yep” he said as he came to a stop in front of the tall man.

For a while the man studied him, as if trying to make sure it really was Harry before he smiled, “Haven’t seen you for a while” he said before his brown eyes moved over to the blonde, “And who have we got here?” he asked, his eyes looking over the blonde's body, making Draco shift uncomfortably, his arms hugging his mid-section tighter, trying to hide the small patch of stomach that showed.

“This is Draco” Harry introduced, giving the blonde an amused smile as he glared back.

The bounty grinned and once again looked over to the blonde, “Well then, have fun” he said as he stood aside.

Draco was quick to pass the man, feeling the eyes still on him as he did. “Potter, why did you change my clothes to be so… showing?” he hissed as he walked close beside the teen, keeping his arms tight around his mid-section, trying to hide it from any more prying eyes.

Glancing down to him, Harry smiled “Because it suits you. Don’t worry about it. Look if you feel uncomfortable I’ll lend you my jacket” the man said as he once again chuckled. Draco was about to reply, telling the brunette that he no longer had a jacket, but his voice was drowned out by loud pumping music.

Looking up he saw the room he was approaching was large, almost as large as the Great Hall back in Hogwarts, there was a long bar filling one side of the room and there were a lot of chairs and tables in front of it before they died out and a dance floor appeared, filled with moving bodies. There were colourful lights being thrown around the room as well, making the place look very fun and lively.

He was still looking at the room in front of him when he jumped at someone’s hand slipping onto his waist. He glanced to his right and saw Harry leaning towards him, and automatically he leaned back.

“Lets get a drink” The brunette yelled as soon as he was closer to the blonde. A small smile dancing on his lips as Draco was sure he watched the blush appearing on his pale cheeks. These were the times that the blonde hated his pale completion. Blushes were just too obvious. But to cover it up he glared at the brunette and nodded. Harry’s hand stayed on his hip, guiding him over towards the bar, pushing through the crowd.

Looking around, Draco noticed a lot of spectators. It made him inch just a little closer to Harry as he passed one male that had his hair gelled back into a hedgehog style, his eyes seeming to look at him hungrily.

He wasn’t sure if he was going to be too fond of this gay bar. He didn’t like the way he was being eyed, he also didn’t like the way people were eyeing the man beside him. Normally the places he went to were rather tame. People would nod and some would approach you offering to buy you a drink or ask you to dance… but this place seemed so different.

Reaching the bar where the blonde found the music dimmer, Harry looked back to him and dropped his hold of his waist. “Want anything in particular?” he asked as the waiter approached them.

Draco glanced to the small menu that hovered over the till. There were a lot of… odd names, there was a drink called a ‘Blowjob’ and there was another called ‘Wank’ he wasn’t sure if he wanted to turn to Harry and ask for a Blowjob, so instead he just shrugged, “If they have coke and scotch I’ll take it” he said as he turned back to Harry who nodded.

The brunette turned to the man behind the counter and smiled charmingly, “One scotch and coke and a Blowjob, without the ice” he said smirking slightly when the man – who Draco could now read his tag as ‘John, Trainee’ – blushed and nodded.

As soon as they got their drinks, the ex-Gryffindor headed towards an empty table, the blonde close beside them. They ended up seated in one of the corners where the music seemed the most quite.

Sitting down on the tall stools at the round table, the blonde sipped on his drink and warily eyeing what he saw in front of him .

“Don’t look so worried” Harry suddenly said laughing as he sipped his drink.

Turning his attention towards the brunette, Draco raised a brow. “Half these people are looking at me like I’m some kind of dessert coming early. I have all the right in the world to look worried” the blonde stated as he once again looked back to the large crowded room in front of him.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the brunette chuckle and shake his head. It didn’t suit him in the least. Harry was probably used to having so many people look at him as if he were dinner, but personally Draco hated it. Sure it wasn’t so bad when he was at school, knowing there was at least eight girls in Ravenclaw in fifth grade that eyed him up constantly as if he was early homework. That was something to go to your friends about. But he was older now, he was around older people… people that could take those few steps and approach him, and for some reason that made him that little more nervous.

He didn’t know if coming to this bar was such a good idea, and he was starting to think that he was just destined to have a horrible day today, Potter included. Maybe he’d find out later in the night that this really wasn’t Potter. It is really some other freak pretending to be him, like the Weasel using Polly potion, and later he’ll reveal himself and laugh his head off. Merlin, what was he meant to do if that were the case?

Draco scanned his surroundings, taking in the close dancing that was happening up on the floor… people looked like they were literally on top of each other. There were two girls dancing permanently connected at the hips and a few pairs of guys that looked both attached at the hips and lips.

He continued to scan the room, taking in the close dancing and the open relationships. He wasn’t sure if he had ever seen so many gay people in the one room before. It was exciting to see that he wasn’t the only one, but at the same time it was freaky. Especially with the way that those three men near the bar were eyeing him up.

Quickly looking away when he saw the tall brown haired man wink at him, Draco turned his attention back to the brunette near him who in return was looking back at him with a raised brow.

It took him a few moments to realise that the ex-Gryffindor had asked him something, mainly because a small smile was tugging on the corners of the brunette’s lips.

“What?” Draco asked with a frown.

Harry smiled and shook his head, “I was asking if you wanted to dance” the brunette replied, smiling again. Draco did a second take on him, his brows raising and his straw dropping from his lips. A small cough followed as he choked on the liquid.

“D-dance?” he asked as he cleared his throat and pushed his drink away. He carefully studied the man in front of him, trying to spot some red hair and a large splash of freckles in the crowd. He was sure this was some kind of trap to humiliate him. Potter must have found out about his crush on him, that must be why he suddenly barged into his life and started to act like he was actually interested. Harry was never interested in him before, why after all these years had he suddenly reappeared, wanting to get to know him?

This was some kind of trick. Potter wouldn’t normally nor willingly want to dance with him. Once again he gave a nervous sweep of the room, searching for red hair and freckles.

“Yes, dancing” Harry replied with a chuckle as he pushed his drink away and slipped off the seat. With his eyes locked on the nervous blonde in front of him he raised a brow, “So do you want to come dancing or not?”

Draco quickly shook his head as he tried to think of what Harry’s scheme was. He was trying to think of what the ex-Gryffindor had concocted to get his humiliation drowned mud. “No… I’ll stay here, if you don’t mind” he said as his fingers curled tightly around his cup.

For a split second disappointment flashed over the brunettes features, plain enough for Draco to blink in surprise and wonder if there really was a scheme behind this night, but as soon as he saw the emotion he had vanished and was replaced by a small smile and a nod as Harry ran his hands back through his hair to push his fringe away. “Right… well I’ll be out there if you need me” for a while he seemed to hesitate, his green eyes looking back to the blonde carefully. “You’re not going to sneak off or anything… are you?” he asked.

Rolling his eyes, the blonde shook his head. “No Potter, I won’t run off. I just don’t feel up to dancing at the moment… I’ll join you later” he replied, feeling a little more confident that this night had no strings.

Looking a little better, the ex-Gryffindor nodded and vanished into the thick crowd of moving bodies.

For a while Draco felt lost, he was at a small table, alone with nothing but an empty cup. He searched the head tops, trying to see if he could spot his host of the night, but it seemed that as soon as Potter took that first step away from the table he had been swallowed by the swarm of bodies.

Nervously he played with the ice at the bottom of his cup, watching it non-fascinated. He didn’t know what to think anymore. Potter didn’t seem to be trying to trick him of make him look like a fool… he was doing all that on his own. Potter seemed to be genuine in his want to get to know him, he seemed to want nothing more then to spend the night with him and talk and just have a good time. And here he is, worrying about invisible people tapping him. But in all respects he had the perfect excuse to worry, Potter’s meant to hate him, to loath him with a passion, not want to dance and buy him dinner.

Sighing, the blonde pushed his cup away and folding his arms over the table top he rested his forehead in them, his eyes closing. He didn’t know what to think. He knows what he wants to believe. He wants to believe that Potter likes him and is willing to spend a few more days and months or years even to get to know him and possibly step a little higher.

But he wasn’t so sure if he wanted to get his hopes up, after all it is meant to be his worse day. He was meant to be fearing the worse and expecting nothing but the worse. He wasn’t meant to have anything good happened to him today.

“Want some company?” A deep husky voice brought the small blonde out of his thoughts, making his head snap up and for his eyes to land on a tall brown haired man standing next to him.

Blinking he slowly shook his head, his gaze still locked up at the man standing near him, smiling charmingly and looking like he was about to sit down and chat then take note of the blondes shake of the head.

“The names Chad” the brown haired man said, smiling as he held out his hand.

Automatically Draco placed his smaller hand in Chad’s and shook firmly. “Draco” he said with a small nod.

Grinning widely, Chad took the non existing invitation to sit down. “Nice to meet you. I noticed you siting over here all alone… you’re boyfriend seems to have abandoned you” he said very obviously trying to see if he was single or not by automatically jumping to the conclusion of Harry being his boyfriend and looking at Draco, a strong look of hope over his features for a ‘Oh, no we’re not dating, he’s just a friend’.

But instead Draco smiled, “He just went dancing, I don’t really feel like it” he said, hoping that the man will pick up and leave.

Instead though, although looking thoroughly disappointed, Chad smiled weekly. “So how long you two been dating?” he asked.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Draco gave a stiff shrug, “A while, but if you don’t mind, I have to go find him, I want to get home soon” he said as he pushed himself off the seat and made his way around the table.

He didn’t like the brown haired man, nor did he like the way the man jumped to conclusions about who was dating and who wasn’t. Draco wasn’t dumb enough to say he was single, especially with the way that man had been eyeing him. He’d rather say he was in a strong relationship with Harry Potter then do so… in fact saying he was Harry’s boyfriend brought butterflies to his stomach and a light feeling to his head.

Pushing his way past grinding bodies and deeper into the moving pit of flesh, Draco scanned around the room, searching for that familiar head of blackish hair and green eyes. A few times he had though he had spotted the man, but each time he found he was mistaken. He had never realised just how many people have brunette hair, it was driving him made, in a way he was ready to give the ex-Gryffindor a good lecture about abandoning him where a complete stranger can try and pick him up, but then he had to stop himself and just glare knowing that his lecture would just serve to amuse the man.

Pushing past people and trying to avoid being touched too intimately by the near by dancers, Draco grew more and more frantic, especially when he was grabbed around the waist for the fifth time.

Shooting a warning glare over his shoulder to the young male that had dared to touch him while he was hunting to kill, Draco was granted with a quick release in a panicked apology before the young man turned and vanished into the crowd.

Looking back after the next vanished man, Draco sighed. His hunt wasn’t going well, and he wasn’t sure how long he had been hunting, it seemed like hours but he knew it wasn’t that long. He once again picked up his search, trying to think where the brunette would be if he were him.

He had hopped that the ex-Gryffindor had stuck close to the edge of the dance floor so that he could grab him easily and demand to be taken out of here, but the man wasn’t anywhere, and Draco was starting to wonder whether he had been dumped in here and Potter had left thinking he was too boring to waist his time on. That thought didn’t help with his already Potter doubting mind.

Reaching what he believed to be the middle of the dance floor, the blonde pushed his way passed three dancing males and found his small spot of floor to stand in and scan. His eyes moved over grinding half naked males and females. He saw people that he swore where near ecstasy.

Suppressing a shiver from running up his spine when he felt hands on his waist for the seventh time now, Draco looked over his shoulder, glare set. When his eyes met green that belonged to none other then a highly amused and sweating Harry Potter, it only caused to make him narrow his eyes further and pull back from the touch.

“Where the hell did you run off to?” he snapped, trying to talk over the loud pumping music.

It vaguely occurred to him that he sounded like a mother that had just found her child after half an hours searching, that or a wife that had stayed up late waiting for her husbands arrival. But he was no where near caring.

Black brows raised and a small amused grin tugged on the man’ lips as he looked back to Draco. He moved forward, leaning in to the now startled blonde, when there were mere inches between their noses. Harry locked eyes with Draco’s wide and startled ones. “I told you, dancing” he said with a small smirk as Draco blinked back at him, a dazed expression clouding his face.

He didn’t know what was coming over him. Harry was standing so close to him, he could feel his body heat and he could even feel the warm breath grazing across his face. He was close enough to see the thin sheen of sweat that covered the mans skin and he was close enough to see the bright sparkle in the green eyes. He had no idea what was coming over him, all he knew was that his senses were being clouded, his head was feeling lighter then a feather and his breath was erratic.

He probably looked like an idiot, standing there frozen like he had the full binding spell on him, except his entire body seemed loose, not stiff and tight. He was looking back at the green eyes that were so close to him, noticing the pupils and the small sparks of lighter and darker green that mixed and matched the perfect green that shone from a distance.

He hardly noticed the large warm hands slipping back onto his waist, but he did notice the strong wave of heat that rushed through his body when the brunette took that small step forward, bringing their chests to contact with the other.

“Want to dance?” Harry asked in a low voice that for some reason Draco heard with all clarity.

His voice helped bring the blonde out of his odd reaction. “I - ” Finding his throat closed and his vocabulary lost, the blonde wet his lips and looked up to the soft green eyes. He was trying to form a coherent thought, to speak some words that would make some sense and extend a little further than a single ‘I’.

The question ‘Why?’ came to mind, as well as ‘What are you doing?’ and ‘I don’t understand what’s happening’. He was even considering asking if the brunette was leaning in closer or if that was just his imagination. He wasn’t sure what to say or what to even do. It was like he had suddenly just hit a blank spot. If he did have an idea, of what to do or say he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to get his body to respond correctly.

He was truly finding one question more and more appealing though. The one about whether or not the ex-Gryffindor was leaning in closer or not. He was absolutely positive that Potter’s face was growing that much closer each passing second that seemed like dragged out minutes.

He felt his breath completely catch in his throat when he felt something lightly press against his lips. A small shiver run up his spine when he felt calloused hands run over the smooth skin of his waist to his back.

He wasn’t sure what was happening. One second he felt something being lightly pressed against his lips, then it was gone, and the next thing he knew he was looking up into calculating and waiting green eyes.

He wasn’t sure what had happened and what he was meant to do next. He was still in a blank and all he seemed able to do was look up, shocked at the brunette in front of him.

After a while Harry’s lips tugged upwards. “Well?” his voice penetrated Draco’s mind, making the man realise he was in need of a breath, and with releasing a shaky breath he took in a more needed and extra shaky sip of air. He wasn’t sure. It seemed like things were suddenly becoming busy and noisy in his mind, with the new breath of air being sucked into his lungs came the flowing thoughts and realisations.

Harry had kissed him. Harry was holding him. Harry was looking at him. Harry was waiting for a response to the kiss. Harry had kissed him!

“I – Wh – What was th – Why’d you do that?” he finally stuttered with a croaky and shaky voice. His fingers seemed to want to reach up and touch his lips, to see what was causing them to tingle, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. All he could do was look up in confusion at the green eyes.

Licking his own lips, Harry seemed to study the blonde for a few minutes as if trying to find his level ground before he answered. “Because I wanted to” was his final answer, his voice filled with some uncertainty.

Draco once again took in a shaky breath. Suddenly it was like they were back out on the grass where they had had dinner. It was so quiet. He couldn’t quite catch up with himself but at the same time he knew exactly what had happened and what was going on.

“B-but why?” he asked.

Giving a light shrug, his thumb unconsciously or not – Draco wasn’t sure – rubbed back and forth on Draco’s waist. “Because I wanted to… It’s something I’ve wanted to do for a while” he answered once gain giving a nervous and light shrug.

“W- wanted to do?” The blonde questioned with a blink as he started to catch up with himself. “But you… you k – kissed me” he stuttered, a small red blush moving over his cheeks.

When he saw the man raise a brow, the blonde began to wonder if it was in fact a kiss he had felt, or he was imagining something and now making a complete fool of himself. He wasn’t sure what was happening and then he was sure that what he had felt against his lips had been the other’s lips… but when he thought back to the light touch he found himself doubting what it was he had felt.

“I know. Like I said, I’ve wanted to do that for a while now” Harry stated, looking a little less stressed and a little more amused.

“B – but I don’t understand” although he was sure he sounded like an idiot, Draco couldn’t help but say what he was saying. He had no idea of what else to think. He couldn’t bring his brain back from the shock of experiencing the one thing he would die never having experienced in real life. He wasn’t sure what to do or what to think. It was now obvious that, yes indeed he had been kissed, but now it was just a matter of making his brain wrap around that realisation and successfully taking it in.

Harry wasn’t meant to just come up and kiss him. He wasn’t meant to invite him for dinner and then take him to a bar. He wasn’t meant to ask him to dance and then rest his hands on his waist and kiss him!

“I was expecting it to be rather obvious by now” the ex-Gryffindor said as he cocked his head to the side and studied the blonde man in watchful amusement.

Draco shook his head, his eyes closing as he tried to push his jumbled mind into something coherent and understandable. “I don’t understand” he finally said, “You kissed me… but why?”

Sighing Harry lifted a hand from the blonde’s waist and used it to brush his fringe away from his eyes, and then continue to run through his hair until he rubbed at the back of his neck. “Again I thought that answer would be a little more obvious” He said with his eyes still locked on the blonde's in front of him.

With Draco only looking back at him, waiting for a reply, Harry gave a sigh and once again rested his hand back on the small waist and moved the blonde closer to him until their lower bodies were pressed lightly together, their upper bodies unable to touch as Draco leaned back to look up at the brunette. Though he was shocked and trying to get an understandable response from the brunette he didn’t pull away when his body was tugged closer. Nor did he protest when he once again felt the calloused hands move to his middle back.

“Well I guess it isn’t that obvious then” the ex-Gryffindor stalled as he tried to find the right words to use. Draco just continued to look up at him, waiting.

Giving another sigh Harry unconsciously ran his fingers up and down the blonde’s spine. “I mean what I said with the wanting to do that for a while… because I have. I – I guess what I mean to say is that I’ve wanted to talk to you and hopefully get to know you better… I’ve probably completely freaked you out though, what with the kiss and all,” he continued in a voice that didn’t seem too directed towards the blonde and more to himself.

“But why?” Draco found himself able to ask once again.

Harry looked to him. His facial features seemed to scream ‘Are you really that blonde?’ but instead his lips quirked upwards as he fought to conceal a chuckle. “Well I guess because I like you and I wanted to” he said, sounding more unsure then he looked.

All that registered n Draco’s mind was the word ‘like’ and just that word alone managed to throw him.

“Y- you like me?” he heard himself ask before he could even give consent for the words to form.

Harry slowly nodded, his eyes studying the small man for any signs of a violent attack. “Yes, and to be truthful I have for some time” he answered steadily.

“What? I – but how?” If Harry hadn’t been holding him, Draco was sure he would have fallen over his own feet by now.

He liked him and had for some time now? How long? Was he serious? Was this real life? Was this really happening? He was about ready to pinch himself when he felt a hand rest on his shoulder.

Looking over his left, Draco found a pair of brown eyes looking back at him, the same eyes that matched those of that man that had tried to talk to him earlier, he vaguely felt Harry’s hand come to a stop on his waist and hold him a little firmer against his body.

Chad smiled calmly and nodded to Harry before he once again rested his vision on the blonde, “I see you found your boyfriend” chuckling he turned his attention to Harry once again. “I was sure he was lying about dating you, but hey, seems I was wrong” he said with a shrug. “Just hoping to get one dance with your man before you two nick off, if I have your permission” he said with his eyes locking with a slightly shocked Harry’s.

“I - ” Raising a brow as apparently the sentence caught up with him, green eyes lowered to meet a slightly red face and narrowed silver eyes. “He told you we were dating?” he asked, his gaze not leaving even narrower silver.

Chad nodded, not quite seeing what was happening. “Yeah, I approached him just after you left… said you’re both dating had have been for some time…” he answered, his gaze flickering to the two. “You two are dating? Aren’t you?” he asked.

Draco was forced to drop his glare when the amused green eyes got too much, and avoiding eye contact all together seemed to be the better option, he only hoped the lights were dim enough to hide his blush.

What were the odds that Chad had found him all the way in the middle of the dance floor? It took him ages to find Harry and yet Chad seemed to have no problems with finding him.

“Well actually I was just about to ask that one” Harry’s voice carried over to the ex-Slytherins ears. Looking up Draco looked to the brunette in front of him shocked. What was Potter trying to get out. He was sure if he was finding the entire situation out of this world he wouldn’t act so confused, but he was currently very confused and still entertaining the idea of dreaming. It all seemed too unrealistic.

He hadn’t seen Potter in years. When they were in their last year of Hogwarts - not to mention the rest of the years in Hogwarts - Harry hated him with a passion and wasn’t afraid to show it. During the last year of school Harry just didn’t even bother to notice his existence… and now, after all these years with the last words from the ex-Gryffindor being ‘Fuck off Malfoy’, Potter was suddenly thrown back into his life through a car crash and towards the end of the night he was now kissing him, saying that he had wanted to do that for a while and now what? Asking him out!

“What? So you guys aren’t actually dating?” Chad asked startled.

Throwing both men a glare Draco pushed his way out of the brunette’s arms. He didn’t bother to fight back or to demand an explanation. He just pushed past Chad and made his way through the crowd. Hardly noticing the dancing bodies or the loud music, he shoved past people and fought his way towards the bar's exit. He was feeling both claustrophobic and muddled. He had no idea what was going on, and the closed in space wasn’t helping him.

Pushing his way past a small group of drunk men the blonde burst from the large crowd and ran for the exit, dodging small groups as he did. Pushing the door open and running from the darkened and crowded area, Draco ran faster down the footpath, barely hearing the yell of the tall man at the door.

He didn’t know why he was running or why he was feeling so lost. All he knew was that he couldn’t stay in that room with all those people, especially with Harry. He registered the fact that he had just been asked out, but for some reason it only helped to make him suddenly break his way out of the place and bolt down the closest street he saw.

He knew he was probably stupid for running, and he probably looked it too. But he didn’t want to stop. Running seemed to help him, it seemed to make whatever it was in him relax.

He needed to think and he needed to just… run!

He vaguely felt his clothes forming back into the original jeans and shirt, he felt his joggers hit the concrete pavement and he could hear his breath panting as he ran down another street.

He slowed down and soon enough he fell back against the tall building he had stopped beside and closed his eyes. Panting he dropped his head back ignoring the small pain that shot through the back of his skull as it connected with the hard wall.

So, Harry had asked him out. He had also kissed him and commented that he had wanted to do so for a while… but why did he run?

Didn’t he like Harry? Hadn’t he always wanted to at least have the courage to walk up to the brunette in school and tell him that he wanted to go out? Didn’t he always dream of feeling the other man’s body against his own? Yes he had. He had dreamt it and wanted it for so long. When he had left the wizarding world he was plagued almost every night with dreams of the brunette. For weeks he would always find himself wondering what the ex-Gryffindor was doing… for months he screamed at himself to just move on and forget.

He had constantly found it puzzling as to why he was so obsessed over the brunette. He hadn’t even dated him nor had he experienced any kind of hint from the other that there could be more then their arguments and hatred. But he always found a way to think of him or to dream of him as if they had once had something.

Why was it that suddenly he had no idea of what he wanted? He had always wanted Harry to look at him the same way he had looked at all his girlfriends. He had always wanted Harry to smile at him and kiss him. And suddenly he felt like he had no idea as to what he wanted and what was real and what wasn’t.

He felt like an idiot for suddenly running, only children turn and run… then again people had been treating him like a child all day. Maybe it was because he was one.

Sifting his fingers through his hair he opened his eyes and tried to ignore the hot sting behind them. He wasn’t sure why he was feeling so confused and close to tears. If he didn’t know any better he would say he was a girl around that time of the month… but he wasn’t.

He had been asked out many times before, by both male and female but during those times he had never felt this lost, and never had he suddenly turned and run and then cried.

He was acting stupid and he knew it. Harry had just asked him out… Why? He had no idea. But he was asked out by Harry Potter all the same. And what did he do? He ran for it and now trying to fight back the tears.

This really wasn’t his day.

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After a while of just wondering the streets thinking, Draco managed to hail a cab home and pay the fare – barely.

He wasn’t feeling much better from when he had ran from the gay bar, but he wasn’t about to break down either. He had figured out a few of his thoughts and was now dealing with the idea that maybe he was in fact awake and there was more to the picture then he knew.

Talking to Harry seemed to be the closest thing to getting a better idea of what was happening, he didn’t have the mans address or number, but he was sure that he would see or hear from him soon enough. Harry wasn’t the sort of man to just let a guy he had asked out to turn and run without trying to explain - Every time he thought about the fact that Harry had asked him out his heart would feel as if it was flying. He didn’t know whether to scream in frustration or grin like an idiot. He was doing everything in his power not to do the second one. But he knew Harry wasn’t the sort to just let him run off like that, so he was sure that he’d meet up with the man some time soon.

He wasn’t too surprised when he turned onto his street and saw a black BMW parked in front of his house, nor was he surprised when he saw the dark haired man sitting on his front step.

Feeling his nerves tighten as he walked up his footpath he fought to try and keep a little under control as green eyes rose to meet his.

For a while they just looked at each other, and for a while Draco was sure it was uncomfortable. But then suddenly Harry stood and licked his lips nervously.

“I’m sorry” the man spurted so suddenly that Draco blinked in surprise. “I didn’t mean to scare you off or anything like that… I’m not a very rational person… I tend to move first and think later, and now that I’ve thought about it I can see how stupid I was. I shouldn’t have just pounced on you like that, I should have just waited” he continued, his gaze locked with Draco’s as he fidgeted.

“It’s just that I never really thought I’d see you again… and I guess I was reading some signs wrong” he admitted his gaze finally breaking from silver.

Once again a silence filled the air. Draco, yet to say something since he arrived, looked back to the brunette. He didn’t really know what to say, and he wasn’t really sure what to do either. It wasn’t until he shivered from the cold breeze that he opened his mouth. “Do you want to come in?” He said as he felt the nervous butterflies flutter into his throat as he looked back to the tall brunette.

Harry – for a first – looked startled, but then his face softened and he gave a small nod. “I’d love to” he said as he stepped aside for Draco to walk past him and open the door.

Although he felt nervous, and he wasn’t sure what he was doing, Draco gave a small smile to the man and walked past him, his hands digging around in his pockets for the keys.

As he unlocked the door he stood to the side, allowing the taller man to step past and into the warmth that the house had to offer them. He closed the door behind him to keep out the biting chill and headed into the lounge room, Harry close behind him.

He wasn’t sure what to say or do. All he knew was that fate seemed to be making a decision for him as he turned and looked up into the soft green eyes of the brunette standing only inches from his.

“Do you know what you want?” Harry asked in a soft voice. The question almost took the blonde by surprise as he blinked up to the brunette Gryffindor. It was as if the question had come from nowhere. Suddenly Harry was apologising and now here he was, asking him what he wanted.

What did he want?

Licking his dry lips and taking a nervous step forward, his silver gaze intensely studied the still and waiting man in front of him, he slowly nodded.

It was as if stepping past the threshold of his house had changed the mood suddenly. Everything was dim and silent. There was nothing but Harry and himself in the room. Harry was studying him watchfully, keeping still. He didn’t look like he was going to force a choice on him and nor did he look like he didn’t care what the choice would be.

As soon as he had stepped into his house Draco had felt like everything had just clicked in, he felt like suddenly everything he wanted was in front of him and it was easy enough to reach out and take it, and that’s exactly what he did.

He raised his hand slowly and curled his fingers around the silky material of Harry’s shirt, feeling the warmth of Harry's body on it. His breath was shaky as was his body. But, when he stepped that inch closer that brought him into Harry’s aura he looked up into the deep green eyes and, giving a nervous nod, once again he raised himself those few inches higher onto his tip toes and pressed his lips against the brunette's, feeling them curve into a smile as he did.

Within a moment he felt his body being enveloped in strong arms, his chest being pulled against the hard body of the man he had once been forced to call his enemy.

He could feel the warmth and the want radiating from the Gryffindor, and all he could do to respond and show his mutual feelings was to push himself closer and open his mouth to the waiting tongue.

He felt the arms pull him closer and his head seemed like it was spinning on a cloud as Harry deepened the kiss. His own arms moved up biceps over shoulders and into thick black hair. It felt right and amazingly enough it seemed like his panic attack had been for nothing. It was almost unbelievable that he met Harry today, and the same day he was kissing him and being asked out… but it was so right, and it didn’t seem rushed in his opinion.

As he felt his body being lowered onto the lounge he heard the distant chimes from the clock in the kitchen striking midnight.

Perhaps today would be a good day.

The End

Happy Birthday!

Lots of Love Silver Dragon.