Harry was uncomfortable, very uncomfortable. He was in the middle of a staring match with Draco, no Malfoy.
"Well are you going to come in or not?" Came the familiar drawl.
Harry nodded and stepped inside the well furnished apartment. It was different to what he remembered, for one the wall colour was now a rich red sort of brown. There was now a coffee table, along with a few new couches and different little knick knacks, of course all of his things were gone, photo's, magazines and what not. Before it was more a messy, yet well lived in hovel. Now it was chic and clean. "Wow, so much has changed."
"So you can talk... I thought you had gone mute, anyways your stuff is in a few boxes over there." Malfoy said waving to the general direction of left to where the living room was.
Harry swallowed still nervous. "You know you could've just flooed my things to my place."
Harry saw Dra- Malfoy roll his eyes. "Oh yes that's right Potter, I would know where you live after what six months of no contact whatsoever, just be glad I didn't throw it away."
"How did you know where to owl me, anyways?"
Harry could see Draco was a little antsy and nervous. He kept looking at the clock, for some odd reason, well it wasn't like Dra- no Malfoy, had anything to do otherwise he wouldn't have arranged for Harry to come today.
"Ah, well one would expect that being Auror was not just a passing phase for you."
It was weird Malfoy actually said 'ah'. Draco was so methodical in his speech that the only times where he said 'um' 'er' or any of the like, it was only when Draco was uncomfortable. At least the discomfort wasn't one sided.
There was an awkward silence.
"I will just go get my things." Harry said after a while.
Draco just nodded and left him be.
~~~0~~~
Harry saw the boxes in the living room. There was five in total. Just one number less than the amount of months that he and Draco called it quits and when Harry stomped out of the apartment swearing to never step a foot here again.
Harry stared at the boxes. What would be in there? His old magazines and probably clothes but would there be photos of him and Draco together? Would there be the mug that he and Draco accidentally stole from that nice restaurant that they couldn't remember the name of? Would there be the handcuffs that he and Draco used? Or the gag gift that Draco had given him for his 21st birthday?
Filled with the urge to find out Harry ripped away the Spell-o-tape and opened the boxes frantically, looking for anything that reminded the times of 'Harry and Draco'.
The first box, marked one, was all his clothes folded meticulously, however in his mad mind Harry tore away at the clothes to see if there wasn't anything at the bottom, finding nothing but clothing Harry proceeded to the second box, which was appropriately marked two. All of his books and other reading material was there, however there was no trace of the Daily Prophet issue where he and Draco came out, with hilarious misprints and exaggerated information that they laughed about.
Harry continued to dig through the boxes in order of numbering on the sides until the very last one and he would not be disappointed for lo and behold, there it was, all the things that Draco and he had shared together or anything that would remind him of their relationship.
Picking up the photo of Draco and he under the mistletoe, he smiled. If he remembered it correctly it was their first Christmas together. Ron and Draco grudgingly called truce and the first time Molly had ever laid eyes of Draco Malfoy, calling him 'under-fed'. If he recalled Molly's words she said, "all that Malfoy fortune and still you aren't fed well, you might as well be a starving child on the streets by the look of you."
That memory made Harry chuckle.
"There was a purpose for your things to be in a box, you know, or were you just too eager to wait until you arrive home to unpack?" A voice came from the doorway.
"Um... well..." There really was no way to say that he had an unstoppable urge to tear his boxes to see if he had packed any of 'their' stuff. So Harry decided to change the topic. "Why did you keep these things, no better yet why give them to me? They are yours too..."
Draco ran his fingers through his hair. "I didn't want any of that. They weren't of any value and besides they were yours too, I thought you should have a say in if you wanted to keep these or not, otherwise throw it out. Hence the reason why they are all in the same box."
That didn't sound right to Harry. Draco was never this considerate. He was selfish and spoiled, 'they weren't of any value' sounded Draco-ish but not his last line. It sounded like Draco was reasoning with himself.
Harry looked over the boxes again, noticing their numbers and thinking over what each box held. Then realisation dawned on him. "You're a filthy liar you know that, Draco." Harry saw Draco splutter but before Draco could cut in Harry quickly continued on. "The numbers and the contents meant something, the first box was filled with clothes and things that belonged to only me, the second was filled with the books and magazines that technically I bought but we shared. This applies to the rest of boxes, each box is more personal as the number becomes bigger, until finally- The fifth box. Holding the things that belongs to both of us or the memory of both of us. Things that undeniably has a link to both of us."
Draco took a deep breath in. "Nothing gets past the boy wonder, does it? Yes that's right. However each box also symbolises the things I've been putting in each month... You see, Potter- Harry." Draco restated obviously going for a more personal touch. "When you left, I was quite... distraught, as one would be after ending a relationship of three years, so I said to myself that each month I would fill a box with your stuff until it is all gone. Clothes was the easiest thing to pack and so on and so forth until the most... painful thing to pack. It took me five months to remove your things, five months to get you fully out of my system... Now if you don't mind, I would like these gone, as well as your presence."
Harry couldn't let it end like that, he had no idea what to say but he had to say something. "Wait- Draco, shouldn't we-"
"Dray, I'm home!"
Harry gave Draco a puzzled look, what on earth?
A man with the deep blue eyes and shaggy brown hair came to the living room to kiss Draco on the cheek. "Dray, who is this? I didn't know we were having someone over..."
Drao looked to the mystery man and said, "Xander, this is my ex-roomate I told you about, he just came to collect his stuff..."
~~~0~~~
A/N: How do you like it? Please review as it keeps me going.