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A/N:Enjoy this new Drarry - I will make sure I finish my other fics, don't worry.

Chapter One

Draco was pretending to read the newspaper, ignoring his boyfriend, he knew his behaviour would piss Harry off. They had been arguing for a few days now, not like their usual arguments. This was big, this was potential ruin the relationship big.

Draco was furious at Harry, their relationship had been a well-kept secret from the wizarding world. In fact the wizarding world didn't even know the golden boy was gay. This was why Draco was mad at him, Harry wasn't ready to declare his sexuality and relationship with Draco, and Draco was fed up with hiding.

They had argued and Draco had said that Harry needed to come out or get out – as they shared a flat. People close to them knew they were lovers and lived together, strangers assumed they were merely friends and flatmates.

Draco could see Harry out of the corner of his eye. Harry glared at him, sat on the sofa and put his feet-shoes and all, on the coffee table. Harry knew he hated that – Bastard is trying to wind me up and push my buttons.

Then Harry picked up the remote for that stupid muggle TV, and proceeded to flick through the channels at speed. Another habit of Harry's that grated on Draco. Draco took a deep steadying breath, I will not take the bait.

They shared the flat with, Ron and Hermione, and Blaise and Pansy. It was a huge flat, sharing with others made it easier to hide the fact that they were together from the wizarding world. They just assumed that a bunch of school mates lived together as flatmates. In fact they had all lived together for four years now, and when Harry and he moved in, it was just as polite acquaintances, flatmates. Then friendship blossomed and then they started dating.

It was a six bedroom apartment, stretching over the whole top floor and the floor below. It was in London and had brilliant views, it had open plan communal areas and it was a very expensive place to live.

The six bedrooms were all huge, Ron and Hermione shared one, Pansy had one, Blaise had one, and Harry and Draco had a room each at first. However they ended up sharing, until they argued, then they retreated back to separate rooms. The sixth room was a guest room, for visitors and friends.

Draco discovered he actually tolerated Weasley and liked Granger, he lived with them in harmony. Harry too got on with Pansy and Blaise, they were a group of six flatmates, all living happily together. Well until now – Draco hated that Harry was here, he couldn't get any space or alone time.

He was stubborn though, he wouldn't hide out in his room. He paid rent, he had just as much as a right as Potter to sit in the living room.

Miraculously they were the only ones home. The others making themselves scarce due to all the arguing that had been going on, and not wanting to be dragged in on it.

Draco stood, sauntered to the kitchen, opened the fridge and caught sight of Harry's leftovers, which he had saved for later. Draco smirked, picked it up, heated it and headed back to the living room. Then he proceeded to eat Harry's stir fry dinner in front of him, waiting for him to realise what he was eating.

Draco pondered over his predicament. He knew they were being petty, doing things to piss off the other. Usually Draco ignored all the small bad habits and things that wound him up. Because he got all the good things to even it out, all the kissing, laughing and sex – God the sex. But when they were arguing, he didn't get the good bits and only saw the bad, annoying bits – and it drove him crazy.

Harry's untidiness, leaving the cap off the toothpaste, leaving his shoes lying around – Draco had tripped over them many a times. Oh the list was endless and his nerves were frayed as it was – he didn't need Harry to put his dirty feet up on the table, flick through the channels and bite his fucking nails.

"Are you eating my dinner?" Harry demanded.

Draco smirked, "Yep,"

Harry turned to look at him, "I knew you would, so I spat in it." he informed him.

Draco scrunched up his nose, Harry was probably saying that to mess with him. He had shared Harry's saliva when kissing, he had swapped saliva enough - too much to care. Hell once you've sucked someone's cock, licked their ass – literally, a bit of spit was nothing.

Draco shrugged his shoulders, keeping cool and calm, knowing his 'Malfoy mask' annoyed Harry.

"I'll take my chances," he nonchalantly said as he carried on eating.

Harry narrowed his eyes at him and turned his attention back to the TV. Harry continued to flick through the channels.

"Just pick a channel and stick to it." Draco said through a clenched jaw.

He saw Harry grin and carry on flicking through, even faster than before.

"If you don't like it, sod off to your room." Harry countered, without looking at him.

Draco huffed, "No. I was here first, you go to your room. You have a TV in there."

Draco was well aware that he was acting like a child, but so was Harry. It was in their nature to be like this with each other, stubborn, petty and sometimes damn well hurtful. Being with Harry was wonderful, but it had its ups and downs – and at the moment all the little annoyances become magnified.

"I was here first." Harry mocked.

Draco was just about to throw his dinner plate at Harry and give him a new fucking scar. But Harry was saved by this fate, when the others returned, all in one big group. Apparently the four of them had gone out to dinner together.

"All right guys?" Ron said, taking in the stony faces of Harry and Draco.

"Great." sneered Draco.

"Fine." snapped Harry.

Ron rolled his eyes, he wished they would sort it out and make up. He was reluctant at first, not liking that Harry chose Malfoy as his partner. But now he liked Draco and the others, and he could admit to himself that Draco and Harry were perfect for each other.

"Sure if you say so." he replied as he pulled Hermione towards their bedroom.

Blaise glared at his two friends, yes he saw Harry as his friend.

"You two are both as bad as each other. I'm not putting up with this shit tonight. I'm going out, don't disturb me tonight – I plan on brining a woman back to distract me," then he stepped in the fireplace and floo'ed away.

That left an angry looking Pansy, shooting daggers at both of them.

She sat down on the sofa next to Harry. She pushed his feet off the table.

"Get your feet off the expensive table you common urchin."

Draco laughed and Pansy scowled at him, he sank lower in his chair.

She snatched the remote from Harry and put on some stupid chick flick.

"Oi I was watching TV." Harry complained.

"No you weren't. You were flicking through channels, now shut up and watch this film with me." She firmly told him.

Anyone on the outside would think Pansy was a bitch or that she disliked Harry. But she wasn't a bitch and she adored Harry. In fact out of all the Gryffindor – Slytherin new formed friendships, Pansy and Harry friendship was the closest.

Harry rolled his eyes and slung his arm around Pansy. She snuggled into his side and they watched the film.

Draco would have been jealous but Harry was 100% gay and Pansy was dating a rich musician – he was on tour. It still hurt to see her snuggle Harry – his Harry. He wanted to snuggle up to him. Yes he had been acting petty towards Harry, since their big fight. But he wouldn't back down, he had a valid point. He didn't want to hide their relationship anymore and Harry needed to either come out, or lose Draco.

Draco stood mumbled "Traitor." to Pansy and headed to his room, ready to shower.

They had two bathrooms, it was decided the girls would share one and the men the other. Draco complained as there were four men and only two women. But they compromised by giving the men the bigger of the two bathrooms. Luckily they had more toilets, but just two baths/shower rooms.

Once Draco left Pansy rounded on Harry, digging her fingertips into his ribs.

"Ow Pans, that hurt," he whined rubbing his ribs.

"Good. Why are you still fighting? We all went out for dinner to give you two space." She said exasperated.

"I tried Pans, I really did. You know Malfoy – he's a stubborn bastard. He ignored me, I gave up." He sighed.

Her expression turned sympathetic. "I know how he is, I've been his friend since we were toddlers. But maybe he has a point…"

"What! Don't take his side." Harry huffed.

"I'm taking NO ONES side. But you've been friends for four years and partners for two of those four years, it can't be nice to hide that. I think he feels you're ashamed of what you have."

Harry raised his eyebrows, "I'm not ashamed, never ashamed. I'm just not ready for the fall out it will cause – why fix what wasn't broken." He sulkily said.

"Well you might have to think if keeping your gay little secret is worth losing Draco over." Then she returned her attention to the screen, indicating she was done talking about this.

Harry stood. "I'm going to take a shower. I'll think on it. Thanks Pans."

Draco was sexually frustrated, he missed Harry, and he missed the kisses, the cuddling, the sex and just Harry. He also missed Pansy – traitor going over to Harry's side. Bitch.

He grabbed his toiletries and a towel, then jumped in the shower. He wasn't in the mood for a long shower, so he showered quickly and then stepped out. Wrapped a towel around his waist and headed back to his room. He walked right into Harry, he had to snatch the towel to stop it from falling.

Draco looked down at him and sneered at him, "Watch it Potter."

Harry remained standing in the same spot, staring at Draco. Well not staring at his face, he was gawking at Draco's chest. He eyed Draco hungrily, his green eyes burning with longing. He saw Harry's hand twitch, as if he was forcing himself not to touch Draco's body.

Draco cheered inwardly. Harry still wanted him, still desired him. He was worried that Harry's reluctance to announce his sexuality and their relationship, was because he wasn't attracted to him anymore. It was nice to know he wasn't repulsed by him and that Harry's issue wasn't anything to do with not wanting Draco.

It also provided Draco with leverage in their argument. He could tease Harry with his body and show Harry what he was missing out on. Maybe Harry would decide he couldn't be without Draco and his body and declare that he was willing to announce their relationship.

So Draco ran a hand through his hair, drawing Harry's eyes to it. Harry had always liked his hair, especially when it was wet.

"Um I want a shower. Do you mind moving." Harry meekly said as his eyes followed a drop of water, which fell from Draco's hair and run down his torso.

Draco stepped to the side, brushing past Harry, "It's all yours," and he sauntered down the corridor to his bedroom.

Harry groaned in frustration and entered the bathroom, his thoughts filled with Draco and his stupid hot body. The hot body he missed and craved. He wanted to lick the water droplets off his chiselled chest and abs.

Harry knew Draco had been very patient keeping their relationship a secret for two years. Harry was asking a lot of him, but he just wasn't ready to come out to the public or deal with the backlash. Draco shouldn't push him into it either.

Harry undressed, climbed in the shower and started washing shower gel all over his body. The bathroom door opened and Draco walked in, Harry froze. He leaned into the shower cubicle and picked up his incredibly expensive shampoo, grinned at harry and walked back out.

The bastard. Can't interrupt his privacy like that – he was showering.

Harry showered quickly, towel dried and dressed in casual clothes. He stormed to Draco's room, to yell at him for invading his privacy.

Draco had returned to his room, dressed and then he noticed he left his shampoo in the shower. He didn't want Potter using it, it was too good for him. So he barged into the shower and took it. He knew the rude interruption would fuck Harry off, and that was a bonus.

He tried to ignore how magnificent and bloody hot Harry looked all soapy, wet and naked. He smirked at Harry and returned to his room.

A short while later Harry knocked on his door and stormed in without waiting for an answer. He looked sexy, hair all messy and wet, face flushed and eyes fierce with indignation.

"Yes?" Draco said, arching an eyebrow at him.

"Why did you barge in the bathroom? I was in the middle of my shower. That was rude." He raged.

Draco loved it when Harry got all worked up, he had to stop himself from devouring him.

"I left my shampoo, I didn't want it to go to waste on your hair." he twisted the word 'hair' and said it with disgust.

He always teased Harry about his hair, but in fact he actually loved it.

Harry frowned, "I wouldn't have used it, it smells too girly." He retorted.

Draco glared at him, Harry had said he liked the way he had smelt - hair included. Either he was lying then or he was lying now.

"That's not what you said before." he couldn't stop that from coming out, he just blurted it out in annoyance.

Harry shrugged, "Before I was shagging you. I'm not now."

Draco stared at him, the cheeky bastard.

"Right. I see. It won't happen again, the shagging or the interruption whilst you're showering. Now please leave, your hair is dripping water all over my books." He frostily instructed.

Draco watched as Harry shook his head, sending water droplets all over his open books, then looking self-satisfied he left.

Draco rolled his eyes and plonked on the edge of his bed. It actually stung when Harry said he only compliments him because they were shagging. He was stupid to think Harry had actually meant it.

He stayed in his room for the rest of the night and was still awake when, Blaise and his floosy returned at 2am. Laughing and stumbling towards his bedroom – both obviously pissed. He was glad that Hermione had created rules, everyone had cast silencing spells on their walls, so no sex noises could be heard.

He eventually fell asleep, feeling weird without Harry's body pressed against his back, arm around his waist comforting him.