A/n: Aye'yoo. I don't think this will be even close to a first priority fic. And it'll be short. It's just something I've been bouncing around in my head for about a month or so. So anyway. This fic is gonna be a bit more light hearted than I typically write. I don't do that enough, honestly. I'm not sure how long it'll be in the end or where I'm going with it tbh. SO TL;DR: won't be novel length or anything. A bit more smutty/light-hearted.

Noteworthy A/U: Hermione is Minister, already. 5 years after school. Draco lives in a flat, Harry lives in a house in Godric's Hollow and uh... GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

Warnings: Mention of death - that's about it. Rated: MA. This bad boy is gonna earn it's rating.

A/U. Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter. I don't own Harry Potter or the works y'all but I'd sure like to see Draco tear up a dance floor. (I realize almost EVERY SINGLE FIC I WRITE DRACO CAN FUCKIN' DANCE!)

A knock sounded on the door that Harry had just pushed shut and he let out a quiet groan before pulling it back open, "yes?" He asked his flushed and bright faced secretary.

"Sorry Mr. Potter," she answered, "you had asked for Mr. Malfoy, he is here."

Harry looked over, two eyes shot across the waiting room and he stepped back pulling his door open, "Malfoy," he gathered the blonde's attention, "come on in." Malfoy got to his feet, and headed into the office giving a nod to the secretary. "Thanks for coming on such short notice," Harry added once he shut the door and glanced at the man before nodding to a seat, "drink?"

"I'm okay," Malfoy answered stiffly, still standing. "Who'd you kill this time, Potter?"

Harry's jaw tensed and fought back the glare, humming softly he took his time taking his own seat, "really, sit down."

"I'm fine," Malfoy repeated crossing his arms as he watched the other.

Harry sighed with an eye roll, "Herm- the Minister told me you needed to speak with me?"

"About?"

"The case, I'd suppose? You have some questions?" Harry was growing irritated and shoved his hand through his hair, he'd only been back in the world for about a week and had only come back because he had killed someone during his time undercover and it was the death that had really brought the case to light effectively ending the undercover mission, and Harry's time away from the Wizarding World.

Malfoy arched a brow, "not many, and none that can't be answered by the case notes you're supposed to be sending me," his voice was tight, serious, "though I am under the impression that even the Minister has yet to read them..."

Harry smirked, "notes," he muttered the word and pulled out a piece of parchment, "what is it then? That you need answered?"

Malfoy blinked, taking a deep breath to calm himself, "Potter when you stop being such an annoying git, I'll be more than happy to help the department - until then, if you have any other questions feel free to have your secretary send a letter and I'll have mine answer."

Harry's eyebrows shot up and he climbed to his feet, leaning against the desk, "so much for a professional," he couldn't deny he did enjoy the way Malfoy's eyes glared the moment they met his, "I'm not going to talk about it here," Harry added and looked down scrawling his address on the paper before handing it to Malfoy, "meet me here, tonight, and we can discuss it."

Malfoy glanced down realizing it was a home address and looked back up with a glare, "why can't we talk about it here, Potter, don't want the world to know you're not as perfect as you pretend you are?" He sneered with a cruel look, "I can't meet you tonight, I have plans. I suggest you take the time to fill out the case notes and send them my way."

"Malfoy!" Harry's voice rose and he hit the desk roughly, his irritation had reached a max and his anger followed shortly.

"I think you're under the impression I give a shit if you rot in Azkaban, Potter... Spoiler - I don't," Malfoy leaned towards Harry slightly, "should have kept that wand of yours under better control, because from where I'm standing I'd bet that temper got the best of you."

Harry blew out a rough breath, "it sounds like you're implying I might have wanted to kill that man, Malfoy."

"Does it?" Malfoy tilted his head, "well, if I did, I'd only be speaking professionally of course. To a client."

"A client that is asking you to meet him at a separate place to discuss the case."

"Why?" Malfoy snarled the question, the paper in his hand crumpling slightly, "why should I?"

"Because I'm paying you!"

The blonde laughed humorlessly and straightened his jacket, "last I checked, Potter, the bill was being footed by the Ministry."

Harry gasped out quietly, leaning back. He wasn't used to this, he wasn't used to being defied and he most certainly wasn't used to being told no - he was not only The-Chosen-One, he was also the Head of the Auror Department and everyone respected that in the Ministry save Draco Malfoy obviously. The blonde turned away, walking to the door he pulled it open and looked to see a young girl standing there, perking up the moment she saw him, "Mr. Malfoy, a note from the Minister."

Malfoy took the note, opening the sealed paper and read: Draco, Harry isn't allowed to speak of the case here at the Ministry. It's still privileged information. Please take the meeting elsewhere. Hermione. Malfoy turned around, shutting the door and looking at Harry, "riddle me this, Potter, why is the place that is spending their money to defend you also hiding you?"

Harry glared, jerking his chin up. Malfoy stared impassively waiting for an answer, finally Harry sighed and looked away, "he was my partner."

The man blinked watching the way Harry's green eyes shut for a brief moment a look of torture sliding across his face, "well by request of Hermione, this meeting will be taking place elsewhere. So, I'll alter my plans," Malfoy said after a moment, "7 work for you?"

Harry let out a sigh of relief and nodded, "yes I'll uh, yeah. Thanks Malfoy." The Slytherin tilted his head giving him a passive look, and stepped back leaving the office.

Draco altering his plans involved him canceling them so he couldn't say he was all too disappointed when he showed up and Potter was offering dinner and admittedly he was less disappointed at the fact Potter was wearing tight fitting jeans because the man had an ass that deserved to be praised. More so than his accomplishments, Draco thought with narrowed eyes as he watched the barefoot and comfortable man move around his kitchen chatting. Draco was sitting at the bar top on a high back stool, holding a glass of wine in his hand listening to the other man talk.

"I haven't cooked but a few times, barely ever home," the brunette spoke up, "giving me a chance to break it in, really."

Draco watched with an arched brow, not giving a single fuck if he was honest but it did smell good. "Just don't poison me."

Potter laughed, a loud laugh, his head falling back with it before he turned a wide smile to his guest, "not everyone is out to get you Malfoy, I'll be on my best behavior."

"I wouldn't expect anything less from The-Boy-Who-Lived," Draco sneered a response and took another drink of his wine finishing it quicker than he had hoped he would.

Potter was piecing their plates together, serving Draco with a slight bow, "Master Malfoy, hope this pleases you."

Draco fought the urge to roll his eyes and instead reached for the bottle of wine refilling his glass as the host sat next to him, "not opposed to talking while we eat, are you?" Draco asked curiously, picking up his fork, "before you give me that look Potter, I find it is easier to extract information from someone when they are slightly preoccupied."

The Gryffindor blinked a second and twirled his pasta around his fork, giving a shrug, "sure."

"The limited information I've received actually makes this quite difficult to piece together," Draco started and took a moment to reach into his jacket pulling out a small scroll of paper and passing it to Potter, "as you can see my knowledge of the case is fleeting." He continued, "which is fine, mostly, but that means I don't have any idea what exactly you are getting brought forward for?"

Potter grimaced while reading over the parchment, "labeled a murderer gives one reason to seek defense," he finally answered and took another bite, chewing thoughtfully, "it wasn't intentional," he spoke up with a quiet voice, staring at his plate of food instead of Draco, the blonde had yet to even take a bite of food and he silently sat his fork down listening.

"It was late, almost 3 in the morning and the two of us had been out there for days. We were exhausted, we were hungry, we were going insane, we had only had each other's company for almost two weeks... We were hiding out in this makeshift cave, I guess, I'm not sure what it was now. It was endless though, we wandered around in there for ages. The plan had been to wait for the next shipment to come in, they were smuggling creatures to Muggle vendors."

Potter sighed softly, still looking down at his plate the hand that held the fork shaking slightly, "but it hadn't come, something happened with the shipment I guess. We had only heard a glimpse of the conversation and after the place cleared out we waited until nightfall to make our escape and reevaluate the plans. But when nightfall came and we headed out, we soon found at some point in our hiding and traveling to find them we had gotten turned around. The only plus side was that they hadn't come back so we were safe to move around to try to find the exit but every fucking place was a dead end. It was endless. The tunnels all connected and ended in weird intervals none of it made any sense. It was just... it was exhausting." Potter finally looked up and glanced over at Draco who was listening intently, "after the first week Michael really started to lose his mind, he was growing hungry and scared... I tried everything to calm him, to keep him safe but he wasn't letting me and we started fighting. Which wasn't too odd for us, dating and everything, but these fights were getting worse and longer. We'd go hours without talking and when you're in that situation shutting out your only ally isn't really the best choice."

The Gryffindor frowned, looking at Draco but Draco could tell he wasn't focused on him. His eyes were distant like he was looking elsewhere, reliving it.

"Almost two weeks went by, something like 12 days I think? Then we heard voices, we both decided it was time to make a move if we wanted to get out of there we were going to have to fight. So we did, we attacked the three that had come in and soon found they weren't alone the shipment was coming in finally so the whole crew was there."

"I think we both underestimated just how weak and drained we were, and soon we found ourselves cornered. They were rested, well fed, stronger and Mike and I...we weren't. We were depleted and the two of us were in a bad head state from all the fighting between us, he was losing faith in himself so when he saw an opportunity he grabbed it. Michael told them who I was and of course they knew my name, who doesn't?" Potter shuddered, shutting his eyes and shaking his head.

"'He'll fetch a pretty penny on the market...' One said, 'someone tell the captain we've got Harry Potter.' Michael was desperate to get out, he was trying to bargain himself for me, he'd leave while I stayed was what he pushed for with their captain but they weren't having it. They were going to kill him, they didn't need him and that was when he really lost it. He grabbed me by the neck," he paused wrapping his hand around his throat, "and threatened to kill me if they didn't let him leave, which only added fuel to the fire. Their captain said he'd let only one of us go, the winner of a duel."

"I tried to tell him they wouldn't but he didn't care. He'd take his chances, he said, and raised his wand." Potter blinked focusing his eyes on Draco's before sitting back and clearing his throat, "he said the curse so quietly I almost didn't catch it, but then I saw it - the killing curse; and I acted on impulse firing it right back at him." He pushed a shaking hand through his hair, tugging on his wild locks before blowing his breath out, "I'd never said it before," he chuckled out of nerves and Draco glanced away giving him a moment, "I think it shocked all of us there, maybe they just thought one of us would incapacitate the other and supposedly let us go but... Instead we fought for our lives at the cost of the other."

Draco swallowed roughly he had not been expecting that, at all, and more than that he hadn't expected Potter to tell him all of that, "how'd you get out?" Draco asked in a voice barely louder than a whisper, shocked he was as affected by the story as Harry had been to tell it.

"I killed them all," Potter whispered, "8 of them by the time they stopped fighting, I don't remember it all. After the second guy my mind goes blank it's all a blur. I think I stopped saying it at one point and just started doing it, I... I don't know, but eventually they stopped fighting. They stopped coming in and I thought they were all gone so I grabbed Michael and carried him out of there, to get home. That's when I saw the rest of the crew just staring at us. At me. We arrested the other 15 a bit later once I got to Hermione and she sent out the rest of the Auror department."

Merlin. Draco thought, he knew his eyes were wide but he couldn't even correct his face he was too shocked. The silence drug on between the two and Potter pushed to his feet, "I'll be back in a moment," he said before leaving the room and leaving Draco at the bar with their cold food. The Slytherin watched him walk away, reaching out for his wine glass he took a long drink shutting his eyes. He hadn't realized he was breathing heavily until Potter left and he could hear his own breathing, he worked on taking slow breaths to calm himself, replaying the story over in his mind. Two weeks... I tried everything to calm him... Michael told them who I was... He'll fetch a pretty penny... I stopped saying it at one point and just started doing it.

Draco flashed his eyes open when he heard a door from down the hallway, and grabbed his wand reheating the food before him because he couldn't think of anything else to do and did the same for Potter before stowing his wand and quickly picking up his fork, shoving a forkful into his mouth he kept his eyes trained to the plate. Potter slid into the stool again, the two of them remaining quiet, Draco had more questions but he didn't want to talk about it. He was uncomfortable, beyond uncomfortable. He was sitting in Potter's house listening to him talk about how he killed nine people, one his boyfriend and partner, while eating dinner. It was uncomfortable. He finally looked up and glanced over at the other, his face was red and he could tell he had stepped away to cry, who was taking a small bite and looking down at his own food.

Draco needed to change the topic and quickly because he wasn't sure where to go from there and this was already breaching hell on Earth, "I am thoroughly surprised," he started and saw Potter tense from his peripheral, "you can cook Potter, I was honestly expecting the worse."

"That almost sounds like a compliment," Potter answered, his voice was still thick from his cry and came out gravelly. He quickly cleared his throat, "careful there Malfoy."

Draco smirked, "couldn't have that, I refuse to be any part of that ego of yours inflating."

"I don't have an ego!" The Gryffindor laughed, shaking his head.

Draco rolled his eyes, "have you ever seen yourself... strut?"

The brunette looked over, smile on his face, "you think I strut?"

"Think is the wrong term, Potter," Draco rolled his eyes and gave his plate a small nudge away, before finishing his third glass of wine.

Potter settled against the counter top with his elbow, "sorry about your plans tonight."

Draco shrugged, "it's okay the bloke was a dud the first date, I didn't have too high-of-hopes for the second date."

"It was a date?"

"Supposed to be, but like I said he was boring and he couldn't dance." Draco offered and leaned back against the stool back, "absolute bore in bed, too. I don't know why I agreed to a second date if I'm honest."

A chuckle came from Draco's right and he glanced over to see the other man smiling, "loneliness does wonders to a person."

Draco drug his eyes away, and smoothed a hand down his suit jacket, "how long have you been in Godric's Hollow? I was under the impression you had Black's place?"

"Mm, I was going to keep it but I gave it too Andromeda and Teddy, thought it was only right that she have the place, she is a Black after all and I took up a place here in Godric's Hollow instead." Potter shrugged, "she likes it but is getting old I think sooner rather than later I'll be taking Teddy more often than I don't."

Draco blinked a few times before focusing on him, "Teddy is Tonk's kid?" He asked to verify, he hadn't thought about the boy since he was born, the family wasn't really close of course.

"Yeah, they named me the godfather. Of course I don't see him as much as I'd like but I see him often." Potter smiled softly and got up walking over to the next room, and grabbing a picture from the fireplace mantel. He brought it over to Draco, handing it to him before taking the plates off the bar and setting them in the sink.

Draco stared down at the picture, it was a cute picture of Potter and the kid, the young boy sat on his shoulders and the two were smiling widely at the camera as the time passed in the picture Teddy's hair went from bright blue to Potter's dark brown color the moment his chubby hands wrapped around the locks, Draco chuckled, "ah, takes after his mother."

The Gryffindor nodded, "he's a brat, I can't help but love him."

Draco sat the picture on the bar top, and moved to stand, "well Potter, I do believe I have overstayed my welcome and I've drank all the wine." He added his partial joke though neither chuckled. They were still awkward from the personal information that the other had shared and it wasn't getting any less awkward as they tried to force casual conversation.

The two hadn't had casual conversation before why would they start now? Draco tucked his things away in the brief case, taking it from the countertop, "I'll let you know if I have any other questions," Draco settled on, "the trial is sooner rather than later."

"Uh.. Professionally speaking, Malfoy," Potter started crossing his arms against his wide chest, "what does it look like?"

Draco looked up seriously, he could do professionally. "That depends Potter, I haven't asked Hermione what the Ministry is fully charging you with. Murder? It doesn't really look that good. We can claim self-defense and it might lessen your sentence, throw in you wanting to take therapy sessions and maybe step out of the office for a bit you might not have to do any time. They just charge you with excessive force, and acting on a deranged mind?" Draco shook his head, "the better of the two would be them charging you with murder, honestly."

"What if... it's the last one? Acting on a deranged mind?"

"If that is the case, Potter, I'll push for self-defense still and I'll suggest we do the therapy sessions with a suspension too. Give you time to... Grieve," as he said the word he paused and their eyes locked, "I've only seen a few cases that have been pressed that way," Draco swallowed audibly, "it was a few cases of Ex-Death Eaters, they claimed they were controlled via the Imperio Curse and upon inspection it was proved they weren't so they charged them for acting on a deranged mind."

The Gryffindor was staring at Draco with two wide, green eyes and his arms tight against his chest, "what happened?"

"They were sent through therapy, kept in the mental ward at Mungo's for a long time and when they were released they were blacklisted. It was something that no one wanted to work with, true or not. Here in the Wizarding World, Potter, a deranged mind is like the plague." Draco sighed quietly, "people don't trust your mind any longer, so they don't trust you."

The brunette dropped his arms and stepped around the counter quietly, "right well, thanks for coming over and talking," he spoke over his shoulder and hurried to the door, pulling it open, "I appreciate it, I'll see you around."

Draco stepped out of the open door quietly, nodding, "if you have any questions you know how to reach me."

"Through the secretaries, got it," Potter spoke with a tight voice, and Draco knew he was close to breaking down so he walked on without looking back giving the man his space.

Harry was thoroughly shocked when he heard Malfoy's voice outside his door and even more shocked when the blonde walked through his door without knocking, "Potter," he greeted him and shut the door on his secretary, "you have the most annoying secretary I've ever encountered," he added when he locked the door and then turned casting a few wards around the office, focusing on the door.

Harry blinked staring at the other with wide eyes, "Malfoy?"

"Hi," the blonde was facing him now and moved to sit in the chair opposite Harry's desk, "I put up silencing wards," he explained, "no one can hear out there, and no one is getting through."

"Can I help you?"

The Slytherin chuckled, "probably," he nodded leaning forward and laid a piece of paper on the desk, "they're my employers too in a sense," he sighed with a shrug, "but I learned a few things about five years ago." Their eyes met and as if the same memory flashed across their mind together Harry looked away at the paper picking it up. "Sometimes doing the right thing outweighs the fear."

Harry was silent as he read over the paper, taking his time to fully understand, before he looked at Malfoy in shock, "how did you get this?"

"That's neither here, nor there," the blonde waved a hand, "I have already sent an owl requesting a meeting with you, me, Hermione and their representatives."

"Hermione," Harry whispered and shook his head, "we can't do this to her."

"I don't think she had anything to do with this, I've already thought about that," Malfoy frowned deeply, "she'll be okay." Harry blinked a bit confused about the Slytherin's concern for his best friend but didn't have the chance to question it because he continued, "they'll more than likely want to settle this out of Court especially with that information."

"Where is the meeting?"

"We'll have it at my office," he shrugged and at the word office he glanced around Harry's before scowling.

"What?"

"Mm?" Their eyes met and the Slytherin shrugged, "I was just thinking how, seeing as you'll be staying here, you should really get yourself a decorator, Potter, this place is absolute trash."

Harry chuckled, "the secretary you hate so much decorated it."

"As if I couldn't tell by the fact she dresses herself," Malfoy rolled his eyes, and pushed to his feet, "a little early for congratulations, I'm sure, but I've never lost a case and I sure as hell don't plan on yours to be the one."

"What if they still push for me having a deranged mind?"

The blonde shrugged, "I doubt they will seeing as it was noted by the Mind Healers as 'stressful conditions' and 'emotionally and mentally exhausting' the only thing they could bring up now is murder but they know it was self-defense, so Potter, you'll be free to mess up another day."

Harry stood and handed the paper back to the other, "well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"I'll send word to your inept secretary, and hope you get the message." Malfoy smirked turning to leave before pausing and pointing at the couch that was in the back of the office. "You've been sleeping here, Potter?"

"Uh..." Harry shook his head quickly, "no, just took a nap the other day," he chuckled rather forcefully. The blonde arched a brow but remained quiet on the matter and waved his wand dropping the wards before leaving the office.

Draco walked into the meeting room, leading the other three with him once he closed the door he turned to get each of them a glass of water. Potter was tucked into a seat across from Hermione who was doing her best to not look as worried as she felt. She knew Draco's methods weren't necessarily the best, but she also knew that was how to get her best friend the best outcome.

She was happy, at least, Draco had pulled them away from the Ministry and more than that happy he was trying to give them a chance to settle this away from the public trials.

"Welcome," Draco gave an oddly placed smile once he sat the water glasses down. His confidence seeped through, he was practically screaming 'I'm the best'. "I'm not going to beat around the bush with this, Greg, so let's just go right for it. We all know that the murder threat is out," he paused and Greg gave a nod as if he understood, "so we should talk about him acting on a deranged mind..."

Hermione looked away from Potter and Draco and glanced at the table with a red face, "I think the Ministry should dr-."

Greg spoke up interrupting her, "Minister Granger," he shook his head, "let Mr. Malfoy talk."

Hermione frowned deeply glancing away and Draco cleared his throat, "we know the situation was stressful, as Mind Healers have stated for the record, along with it being mentally and emotionally exhausting. We're not here to say, by any means, that Po- That Harry was in his right mind, he has admitted for both interviews that have been conducted at his suggestion he wasn't, but for him to be considered deranged is outrageous." Draco opened his folder and pulled out a piece of paper sliding it across the table to Hermione, "the Auror department knew of their position, and knew they had not heard from either man for 16 days and they were not rescued. Plans were not made to go in for them and the result was catastrophic."

Hermione turned two wide eyes to Potter who was sitting quietly, watching, and then she passed the paper to Greg.

"I can't speak for my client on this matter," Draco continued, "but I highly doubt he wants to do a counter lawsuit against the Ministry but that outcome is looking good."

Greg cleared his throat, and looked at Hermione in question who nodded her head, "Mr. Potter still acted irrationally and that is something that needs to be addressed."

Draco blinked, leaning against the table, "irrationally? Are you bloody kidding me?" His cool, calm, collected demeanor was broken the moment Greg used the word, "let's talk about irrational. For whatever reason his own department didn't send help in even though they knew of his location that is irrational so why don't we go address them. How about when he gets back from the incident with his dead partner, mind you, he is ostracized and forced to go through this process while he is not only grieving but trying to keep his job. That's irrational."

Greg blinked and opened his mouth to speak but Hermione did first, "you're right Draco, we should have taken in all of the facts before this was brought forward and there are things I am seeing I need to address within the department with that being said Harry was far from deranged but Greg is right there are things we have to do in these circumstances. Harry you have undergone the therapy on your own account and we are very grateful for that, thank you for taking the responsibility to do this."

She paused, and shifted in her chair, "I am going to suggest this as a solution. Take a few weeks off, as Draco said you have just lost your partner and I know you two were close. Then when you come back, and please take as much time as you need, we will address the situation together in the department."

Potter glanced over at Draco who was nodding at Hermione and he realized that the two of them had set this up. He wasn't sure if that meant the Auror's had known of his location or if that was a lie set up with Hermione and Draco, as much as her speech had been. Greg sighed and looked at the Gryffindor with a raised eyebrow, "so, Mr. Potter?"

He looked at Hermione, who was giving him a pleading look from her big brown eyes, then he nodded, "thank you for your generosity." He didn't want to think Minister Granger would do something so against the rules for him, but it wasn't the first time she had ever put herself out there for him or Ron. She had saved their hides more times than he could count and here was another - he was practically sure of it.

Draco was ushering Greg out the door with himself leaving Hermione and Potter at the table as he showed the man away. Hermione sagged into the chair the moment the door was closed and she looked up at her oldest friend with a small smile, "Harry."

"Why'd you do it?" He whispered, "that's your job."

"Do what?" She lifted a brow, "give you a suspension?"

"No the file, you forged that file didn't you?"

"No," Hermione shook her head with a deep frown, "I don't know that handwriting but it seems I will be doing a thorough investigation of the department. I am just glad we were able to keep this out of the courts, we had to put on a show for Greg so that's what was with all that stuff."

"Oh."

"Hermione, ready?" Draco peeked his head into the room, holding her traveling cloak in hand.

She nodded, standing up, "c'mon Harry, we're going to lunch. Draco's buying." She added taking the cloak from him and holding her hand out for Potter who was watching the two closely.

Two weeks suspension was hard on Harry. He didn't have an outlet for anything now, and he was cooped up in a house that had Michael written all over it so he opted for staying with Andromeda and Teddy, Teddy was 6 now and being a bit of a handful for his grandmother, so Harry was helping out.

After the 5th day cooped up he decided to go out, there was a fairly new bar he had heard about that he wanted to check out. For one it was free of any Michael memories, for two he could get drunk and for three maybe he'd get lucky and find a random bloke to get lost in for a few hours.

He climbed up the stairs of the club being granted a quick pass through the moment he showed his face, what couldn't Harry Potter do in the world? He was checking the area, the music was loud and on top of that he was getting drinks handed to him the moment his went empty by fans. Harry took his time and avoided anyone that tried to talk before stopping at the bar and sliding into a seat.

"Hey, what can I get you?"

Harry glanced up at the bartender, "nothing," he shook his head, "they've been buying me drinks all night I'm getting a bit drunk." He grimaced, shaking his head.

The bartender leaned close, "how about a water?"

Harry smiled, "that'd be great." The man stepped back and made a quick drink of water and ice, throwing a lime on as if he had a mixed drink and handed the tall glass to Harry, "I owe you." He grinned and pulled out a couple coins passing them across the bar, "keep it."

The tender blinked and looked down at his hand, "thanks Mr. Potter." Harry nodded and sat back taking a long drink, relaxing slightly trying to enjoy the music, he hadn't seen anyone remotely interesting all night but it beat sitting at home.

He heard the unmistakable voice of Draco Malfoy before he saw the man, and glanced around. He hadn't seen Malfoy since the lunch with Hermione and him and typically it wasn't something he would have thought about - they had gone almost 5 years without seeing each other much after all. But Harry kept finding himself thinking about the Slytherin.

Like the way he had paid for their lunch, and the way he and Hermione joked around. They had become friends through work after reconnecting after school and stayed close even after she was voted Minister. Harry kept thinking about his smile, and his laugh - which he hadn't heard before but it was nice, it was comforting, it was different. Or the way the blonde had snorted his soda out when Hermione told some lame overused joke before claiming it was "one of Draco's favorites, he laughs every time," and he did. He laughed so hard he choked on the soda and snorted it out of his nose promptly followed by tears of laughter and pain. And the way he had called him Harry instead of Potter when they all went their separate ways.

"...if you don't get the fuck off my shirt, Pansy, I'm going to smack you." The voice growled and Harry was bumped into from behind, a giggling girl called out an apology and Harry glanced from the corner of his eye to see two others he knew from school Zabini and Parkinson getting into the seats next to him and Malfoy leaning against the bar between the two to order a drink. He turned slightly not particularly sure he wanted to be recognized by the three, he had a good memory of Malfoy and he wasn't so sure that memory would live up to the real one when he was around his friends.

"Yeah we'll take three...what's it called?" There was a pause, a giggle and then the order, "Fames."

"Gold?"

"Gold." It was quiet and then a laugh sounded, "make it four!" Malfoy called before reaching across Zabini and nudging Harry, "Hey Potter, let me buy you a drink?"

Harry glanced up uncertainly his face flushed, "Malfoy?" He asked feigning surprised pretty well, his eyes scanned the other man who was looking every bit of Draco Malfoy even though he was wearing something Harry had ever seen him in before.

It was a v-neck lightweight sweater that showed off his slender frame and clung to his body in all the right places. All of it. The shirt was dark purple and tucked into a set of light gray jeans that also clung to his body and if he wasn't wearing a shirt would be showing off a bit of his hips the way they hung on them.

The four drinks were sat down, and Harry turned to face the three better taking the golden colored drink from Draco, "look at that, a gold drink for a golden boy," Malfoy pipped up, and Harry realized as he looked at the man he was a bit drunk and maybe a bit more than he had realized as Malfoy leaned forward and laid his arm over Harry's shoulders thrusting the gold colored drink in the air, "to... gold!" He called before tipping it back and swallowing.

Parkinson and Zabini shared a look, a laugh and followed suit. Harry was the last one to wash his down after eyeing the other three not nearly as giddy as they were, he pulled a face looking at the drink. It burned when it slid down his throat and he sat the empty glass down before shrugging out of Malfoy's grip on his shoulders.

"Do you dance Potter?" The blonde followed up, and Harry hadn't realized he was being watched by him, "I like this song," he added stepping with the man as he tried to back out of the embrace.

Harry glanced at the dance floor, then Malfoy, "uh?"

"You're far more attractive than Zabini and I think that will make up for your lack of skills." Malfoy was saying before throwing a wink at the other man and dragging Harry out towards the dance floor the other two following suit, attached at the hip. Harry couldn't believe the Slytherin had called him attractive, weren't they enemies and even if they had matured weren't they still Potter and Malfoy?

Right?

Harry wasn't so sure now, especially with the way the other man pulled him close. This wasn't Michael-like at all and that would work for Harry - at least right now. Michael didn't dance, Michael didn't drink, Michael didn't go to bars and hit on men... Malfoy was the opposite of Michael in every way and Harry needed that right now.

The Slytherin pressed himself against Harry, their hips grinding together and he closed his eyes tilting his head back. Harry watched, practically mesmerized by the way he moved, it was oddly graceful especially for the amount of alcohol he smelled of. Then he felt the man grab his hand and turn him around so Harry's ass was pressed against his front. The two men moved to the music in time, Malfoy's hands wrapped around Harry's hips and guiding him through the songs. They were close. Closer than Harry had ever been to him, his hands were soft and commanding against his hips, his chest was pressed to his back and as the beat slowed down the two being thrust into another song the blonde's arm snaked around Harry's waist keeping him close.

"Not bad, Potter."

"Careful Malfoy," Harry chuckled leaning his head back, "seems like you're givi-." He started to rehash the joke from his place but the back of his head was pressed to Malfoy's shoulder and when he glanced over the blonde was smiling and leaning forward. Harry jerked away breaking the moment and the contact, shoving his hand through his hair he blinked a few times, "uh, I'll buy this round." He hurried to say before jerking his chin towards the bar and leading the way from the dance floor not really sure or caring if the other followed him.

He was, Parkinson and Zabini were wrapped around each other but Malfoy followed him. He seemed absolutely unfazed and not at all apologetic when he sat next to Harry, "what was that drink you liked called?" Harry asked leaning just close enough so the other could hear.

"Fame," he answered leaning closer still and Harry sat back slightly with a hard swallow.

"Two Fames." He answered the bartender who was waiting patiently, "like before I assume."

"Coming right up Mr. Potter."

"Mr. Potter?" The Slytherin blinked with a chuckle, "how about that, Mr. Potter."

Harry shook his head, chuckling, "stooooop."

"Is it a turn-off or a kink?" The other asked bluntly, leaning his elbow to the bar top. Harry blinked a bit shocked at the question, suddenly thinking adding more alcohol to this was a bad idea he was only riding tipsy but Malfoy was a bit pissed. Had to be, why else would he ask that question and more than that why else would he hit on Harry the way he was?

"Turn-off," Harry answered honestly, no reason to lie.

Malfoy took the drink off the counter top and drank it before looking at Harry again, "what's a kink?"

Harry chuckled, shaking his head, "how odd is it five years ago you would have hexed me for being near you, today you're asking me what one of my turn-ons are?"

The man to his left laughed offering a shrug, "I love dirty talk, border line abusive," he offered his own in response and looked at Harry expectantly.

"That doesn't surprise me in the slightest, Malfoy."

"Draco," he suggested, "you can call me Draco."

Harry blinked his smile slipping as he studied Draco, "I think you've had too much to drink."

"I might have," he admitted, "had a rough week, so we came out to let off some steam."

The Gryffindor shivered slightly and looked out towards the floor for Zabini and Parkinson not spotting them he turned back to Draco, "I could take you home?"

"The only person I'm going home with tonight, Harry, is the person I'm fucking," he answered, and Harry blinked at the other using his first name but it did seem to fit into the rest of the shock of this weird evening. Draco had just asked the brunette to call him by his first name.

"I think you'd regret that in the morning."

"Would you?"

He tilted his head, his eyes scanning over the blonde's flushed face. Would I? He wanted to say yes, but it wasn't truthful so instead he didn't answer that question, "we could get some dinner?"

"It's late," Draco answered with a smirk, "but if you'd like to eat before we shag then we could do that."

"Before we shag?" Harry scoffed, "you'll sober up and realize what you're saying and I'll be gentlemanly enough not to embarrass you with the topic."

"My hero," the blonde smirked and stood up, he grabbed towards Harry to steady himself and the other held him close a moment, "let me go tell Pansy and Blaise I'm leaving with you."

Harry watched him walk away and then looked at the bartender, "does Malfoy have a tab?" Though he knew he did and handed some money across the counter, "does that cover it?"

"More than enough, hold on."

"Don't worry," Harry shook his head, "you probably get shit tips the later the night goes on," he shrugged and backed away to get the other, he was hard to miss not only because he was by far the most attractive man in the place but mostly because he was spinning around dramatically with Zabini and Parkinson in his arms the three scream-singing some song that was playing. The rest of the club was singing along and something told Harry this was just one of those bar anthems that people loved. When Draco saw Harry waiting he gave each of his friend's kisses on the cheek and hurried towards him.

"Not much into music, Harry?"

He chuckled, still a bit put off at being called Harry by the other but what was he going to do? Throw a fit? "I like music, I don't know much though."

"Makes sense," Draco nodded, "never being home and all, not really having the time." The Gryffindor pushed the door open, holding it for Draco who hurried through, "so whatcha want to eat?"

"I'm not picky or drunk, it's for you Malfoy."

The blonde quirked an eyebrow, "whose house are we ending up at tonight, Potter?" He stepped closer to Harry who backed away, Draco following, until Harry's back hit the concrete wall of the club and Draco was almost pressed to him, "hm?" Harry would prefer to not go home, but he didn't think it was too smart to take Draco Malfoy to the Black house so, "mine works just fine." Draco spoke up since it was obvious Harry wasn't going to, "there is a great place near my flat," and without warning he wrapped his arm around Harry's waist and apparated the two away from the club to the street near Draco's flat.

Harry looked around in question clutching his stomach a moment, taking a step back to collect himself. He spotted the only open restaurant on the street. "Chinese food?" Harry questioned, now that did surprise him.

"Not a fan?" Draco asked, leading the way.

Harry shrugged and fell into step next to him, "this is plenty fine."

"It's my favorite," the blonde pulled the door open and waited for Harry to enter. The two picked a table towards the back and Draco slid into the booth next to Harry, their legs touching.

"Wotcher Draco!" A small girl exclaimed, hurrying over, "it's been a long time." She smiled, dragging her eyes up to Harry with a wide smile in place.

"Hey Liz," Draco returned the smile, "it hasn't been that long, I'm glad you're back though, the man who replaced you was terrible."

The girl chuckled, "back to work now, what can I get you two tonight?"

Draco looked at Harry, "whatcha say Potter?"

"Uh...?"

"He's still in shock I'm talking to him or something," Draco rolled his eyes, the girl grinned and laughed and took his order, Draco having ordered for the both of them. Their dinner was short and fairly quiet. Harry was a bit concerned Draco wasn't getting too much more sober, figuring the man had a bit more to drink than Harry had even realized.

When they were finished and heading to Draco's house, which was only a block away so they walked, the Slytherin reached out and took Harry's hand within his own, "satisfied we got dinner, Potter?"

"A bit, yes," he was trying to ignore their hands but it made his heart beat too fast, Michael hadn't held hands.

"Good," the other answered and pulled him towards a modern styled single floor flat, he pushed the door open after unlocking it and dropped Harry's hand, "welcome to my abode."

"Thanks," Harry glanced around the well decorated home; to his direct left was a bar that opened into the kitchen and conjoined front room only separated by a half wall, to his right was a hallway that he could see only had two doors. One almost directly to the left wall and one further down.

Draco stepped out of his shoes and turned a half circle, "would you like anything?"

"Nah, I'm okay." Harry couldn't deny he felt nervous, he was expecting Draco to have sobered up by now or at least a little and freak out but the blonde wasn't the least bit freaked out he was as relaxed as Harry had ever seen him. It reminded him of the lunch with Hermione, the blonde and her telling jokes, the man snorting soda out of his nose from the shit joke.

"Well, don't just stand there," Malfoy waved him forward, "c'mon on in, I'll show you my garden." He flicked his wand and a soft music flooded the room before he sat his wand on the counter and Harry followed after him. They walked through the den to a wall made of glass, Draco slid the glass door open and stepped out on a balcony.

It was a small balcony just enough room for maybe four people to stand on it together but much more would be a bit nerve wrecking, attached to the white railing was a long, skinny floor box that stretched the length of the whole porch and wrapped around one side. "I grow my own herbs," he explained while peering into the boxes. They were full of growing herbs some Harry recognized from school and some he wasn't sure about but figured with Draco's vast knowledge of apothecary they were useful.

"I can't grow anything," Harry whispered and ran his fingers through a leafy plant, "I'm a bit jealous."

"Just give them love, water and sunlight," Draco chuckled, "or some cheesy line, Parkinson can't either. I've given her flowers upon flowers and she kills them all." The blonde shook his head while watching Harry, "amazing to me because we can do magic, you'd think it was easy to care for them with that simple ability."

Harry laughed, "I'll give it a shot, sometime," he mused turning around to face Draco.

The Slytherin didn't flinch away from the look, just grinned in a way Harry had never seen before he tilted his head, "going to kiss me, Potter, or should I kiss you?"

"I don't know if we're compatible," Harry spoke up, tucking his hands into his jean pockets.

Draco lifted a brow, "why not?"

"I think we'd spend more than half the night fighting for dominance," he answered the two were chest to chest now, one or maybe both had taken a step forward.

"I like a challenge."

"Do you?"

"One of us will win," the blonde mused and reached up trailing his fingers along Harry's jaw.

The Gryffindor shivered his nerves dissipating, this was definitely not a Michael thing. This was nice, it was a nice feeling. The two shared another look and then Harry leaned into Draco's touch. His fingers were sliding up his cheek and through his hair, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's body and pushed himself against the other their lips only a breath apart.

Both of their eyes were closed, their foreheads touching and then Draco leaned in pressing his lips to Harry's softly. It wasn't a rushed kiss, it was slow and soft. It wasn't what Harry was expecting if he was honest, he could taste the alcohol in Draco's mouth but he found he didn't mind it all that much. Within a flash the two were standing inside the house, in front of a large bed.

Harry realized the other must have apparated them and he didn't mind, he was really wanting to do nothing more than strip the man, he could feel his well-formed chest against his own but he wanted to see it.

The Slytherin had the same idea and was working his fingers down Harry's button up, which any other time he would have smarted off something about how shocked he was Potter found the time to dress properly, but right now he wasn't even thinking along those lines. He hurriedly pushed his hands against his chest once it was revealed and practically moaned into Harry's mouth at the feeling of the muscles beneath his fingers.

Merlin.

Harry stripped his shirt, letting it fall from his arms before his own hands made the move to Draco's body. He untucked the blonde's shirt and started pushing it up but was stopped when Malfoy grabbed his wrist, "uh, turn-off."

The brunette blinked a few times, trying to focus, "what?"

"I'd like to leave my sweater on."

"No."

Draco chuckled, shaking his head, "yes, actually."

"Why, I want to see you," Harry was frowning and the mood was dying quite quickly as he eyed the other then as if the thought hadn't crossed his mind in 5 years - which it hadn't, he remembered the Dark Mark. "Is it because of that?" Harry asked nodding towards his left arm, Draco was tensing and finally any visible signs of his sobering up were becoming obvious.

"Potter, maybe you were right..."

"I usually am," Harry smirked, trying to lighten the seriousness that had grown between the two.

Draco narrowed his eyes, tilted his head, "I find that quite hard to believe, Potter."

"Oh, I wouldn't." Harry grinned, taking a step closer to Draco who stood tall and still not shying away from the approach like Harry had earlier that night, "remember when I said you would regret this in the morning?"

"It's not morning yet," the blonde snapped, Harry gripped him by the hips pulling the man close so they were touching.

"Remember when I said you had too much to drink?" Draco glared at him, though the normal fire of hatred was far from the look it was just for show, "and when I told you as soon as you sober up you'd be embarrassed."

"Do I look embarrassed to you, Harry?" The blonde spoke up tilting his chin up slightly and looking down at the other.

Harry grinned, "take your shirt off. I don't care about the stupid mark."

"It's not about the mark." Draco shook his head and stepped away, the playful flirty moment gone again, "look it was a mistake, I shouldn't have kissed you."

"Probably not, but now I want more." Harry agreed, speaking bluntly, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his jeans and used his thumb to unfasten the button in one fluid motion. Draco watched him silently, a bit impressed, as Harry made the move. His jeans slid down his toned legs to pool at his ankle and the only thing Harry was wearing now was a pair of black compression shorts and a necklace that hung halfway down his chest on a chain lifted slightly by his pronounced collar bone.

He was an attractive man, Draco wouldn't deny that. The blonde's head was still a little foggy but the realization of what he was seriously about to do was setting in and sobering him up fairly quickly, he wasn't quite ready for that yet. He didn't want to think about this week any more than Harry wanted to remember Michael. They both were trying to forget something, they both were clinging to each other so they didn't have to remember and they didn't even know it.

Harry was settling on a different approach and held out his hand for Draco, "c'mere Draco."

The blonde eyed his hand and as he looked at it he realized if he took the hand, if he went over there he was going to be giving into Harry far too easily but part of him wanted to. Part of him wanted to take that hand and let Harry Potter have his way - whatever way it was with him.

Harry flexed his tanned hand, his fingers closing and opening again, and Draco reached out taking his hand with a careful grip. The Gryffindor pulled him close, and turned the two around so Draco's back was to the bed. He kissed his cheek, his jaw, nibbled on his ear kissed down his neck, down the v-neck that clung to his chest and pulled back dropping to his knees before him. He lifted the shirt only a bit, just enough to kiss the lower part of his stomach.

Harry unbuttoned his gray pants, they were tighter fitting than Harry's so they didn't slide down until Harry gave them a pull to peel them off his skinny, pale legs. Draco shifted as he was undressed, Harry kissed his thigh and up his leg to his hip where he nibbled on the taut skin before trailing his hot mouth to the other one and giving it a bite as well.

Draco shivered resting his hand in Harry's hair, letting out a quiet gasp the moment he mouthed his length through his boxers. The brunette helped him step out of his pants then gave him a nudge with the top of his head letting the blonde fall back on his butt on the bed. He ran his hands down the pale legs and Draco sighed out in relaxation shifting up the bed to lay back.

Harry smiled as he watched him, pressing his lips to the Slytherin's calf the moment he laid back on his back. His hands were caressing Draco's slender leg, his thumbs kneading into the soft muscles from the top of his left leg down to his ankle. He took his time stripping Draco's ankle sock off, and glanced up his breath hovering over his big toe. Their eyes locked and Harry pursed his lips kissing his toe.

He had always wanted to do that, not just to Draco - per se, but period. Michael had never let him before.

Draco groaned quietly and pushed off the bed slightly so he was resting back on his palms and watching, he was mesmerized by the amount of absolute attention Harry Potter was giving every part of his body. The Gryffindor took it as a good sign and closed his mouth around the man's toe with a small suck while his thumbs rubbed the bottom of his foot. He moved across each toe with a kiss and nibble before dragging his lips down the arch of Draco's foot to the heel.

All Harry could think about was how sexy those feet would look tucked in a pair of sheer pantyhose, or wrapped in silk or covered in his cum. He pulled back at the thought, having given the other foot just as much attention as the last he was pleased to see Draco was flushed, squirming and hard. He kissed up his right leg with small nibbles and when he reached the boxers he pulled them off and without warning wrapped his lips around the leaking cock in front of him.

"Oh, Merlin!" Draco gasped not at all ashamed by how amazing it felt and how he chose to express that. His breath came out in a pant and he laid back against his mattress in a huff.

Michael would have never allowed Harry to do these things to him, he was a quick guy and foreplay was seldom. Sex was seldom. Draco Malfoy was no Michael.

When he pulled the Slytherin out of his mouth it was to a grunt of disappointment from the man below him and he quickly crawled up the bed laying against him, "don't grumble at me Draco."

The Malfoy Heir flushed, tilting his neck as if to tell Harry where he could put his lips rather than talk and Harry obliged, raising his hand to cup Draco's cheek then slip two fingers into his mouth. He didn't want to fuck him, well...he did but figured it would be best if he didn't. The two could easily get off without that and that was what he intended plus he didn't have a desire to have sex with someone who didn't want to show all of himself.

Hands were sliding against skin, the two men were all humps and groans they shifted until Draco had himself on top of Harry now and was kissing his shoulders, his neck, his chest and heading down. Harry couldn't remember the last time he had been kissed by anyone below the waist and it was obvious when he shivered the moment Draco pulled his compression shorts off. Harry Potter stood proudly between the two, all above average size of himself, Draco looked up at him and their eyes locked and stayed locked as Draco ducked his head and wrapped his pink lips around Harry's cock.

"Draco," he hissed clenching his fist against the bed. Draco swallowed him, flicking his tongue out against the head before pushing him all the way in. Harry Potter was at a loss for words, his hips bucked up and he reached for anything to keep him grounded but was failing to stay down when Draco gagged against the head of his cock and pulled back with a slurp, a messy trail of saliva in his wake when he pulled him out and ducked down even further to wrap those lips around his balls.

Harry lost it, a slur of curse words came flying from his mouth, "ohmotherofgoddamnitDracoMalfoy." He groaned loudly, his toes curling and he lifted off the bed slightly.

The Slytherin was beyond pleased, he wrapped his fist around the brunette and stroked him with a warm, slicked fist while sucking his balls into his mouth and taking his time to tongue at them. Harry's hand gripped at Draco's arm with a tug and he shifted so he was sitting, Draco allowed himself to be pulled up and their lips were hard against each other, the blonde was still stroking and with a loud moan into the other's mouth Harry came hard and fast between the two.

Draco's dark purple sweater was covered in his cum, but neither cared, Harry held the blonde to his lap and bit his bottom lip almost painfully. They stayed pressed tightly, Draco stroking himself now with Harry's cum as lube and the Gryffindor found that just as hot as he had his feet. Oh Merlin, he's breaking me, he thought with a moan his eyes glued to the blonde before him.

Draco laid his forehead against Harry's and his eyes shut, "Harry, say something," he breathed out quietly.

"You're so fucking sexy," Harry answered with a smirk sliding across his lips and realized that the man's kink wasn't him doing the dirty talk it was him receiving it, "want me to tell you how absolutely dirty this is?" He asked with his lips against the blonde's flushed cheeks who moaned loudly in response, "such a dirty boy," he whispered, "using my own cum for yourself. How's that feel?"

Harry bucked his hips slightly and flipped the two over Draco's head landing at the foot of the bed and Harry was hovering over top of him with his necklace swaying in the air between the two, "it turns you on so much you can hardly think," Harry whispered, "made me make such a mess all over you... you're looking more like a whore than an aristocrat, Draco Malfoy."

"A whore?" Draco's head was thrown back, his voice cracked slightly and he shivered as he stroked himself roughly his movements were becoming rougher the more Harry talked.

"A whore," he whispered, his breath against Draco's neck and his hands held Draco's legs apart, "going to cum Draco," Harry asked roughly his words coming out in a growl he was more turned on right then than he had ever been in his life. "does being such a filthy whore turn you on so much you're going to cum from it?"

"I think so," Draco breathed out his answer, his cheek pressed to the bed.

Harry chuckled lightly, "think so?" He found the answer hilarious, smiling against Draco's neck he bit the skin to keep from laughing loudly and felt Draco's cum being sprayed over his lower stomach. His hand fell away and he breathed out a heavy moan, sagging against the mattress. Michael most certainly never did anything like that, ever.

Harry lapped at his neck, and brushed their hips together the other whimpering with a shudder from the touch on his sensitive area, "I haven't had an orgasm like that in a long time," the Slytherin whispered peeking one eye open and glancing down at Harry who chuckled and rolled to the side lying next to him. The blonde rolled with him curiously, watching him closely, Harry was stretched out next to him and quiet. Draco had a feeling he knew what it was that was bothering him but he also wasn't sure and he didn't want to bring it up so instead he pushed off the bed in silence and headed to the bathroom.

Harry looked after him, a little relieved when he walked away and when the door was closed he laid back silently thinking it over, whether Draco was sobering up or not, it didn't matter. That had happened and Harry wouldn't deny he wanted more. He wanted all of Draco Malfoy, he shouldn't but he did. He felt bad as that thought crossed his mind, he didn't want to think that. He had just lost someone close to him, but being with Draco the past fourish hours had been more than anything Michael offered him the past year. Not just sex, either, but everything. Dancing and drinking and dinner and, yes, the sex.

The brunette pushed off the bed grabbing his wand from the floor he cleaned the room up with a flick of it before pulling his jeans on and stepping out. Draco was still in the bathroom, Harry had heard the shower turn on, so he settled on checking out the rest of Draco's flat. He took his time looking through the well decorated den and around the kitchen he paused at the ice box and pulled out a beer before opening it and stepping outside to the patio that was still open. He could see the street behind the Slytherin's house and a park that left the view open, there were a few people running around the park and Harry glanced at his watch. It was almost 2 in the morning, bedtime for some people and morning for others. He was more than acutely aware that the bathroom door had been open but still jumped when he heard the other behind him.

Draco announced his approach with a throat clear and stayed at the door, "you don't have to go but I'm tired, Harry."

He looked over his shoulder seeing Draco was in a set of black long sleeve pajamas, "I can leave, it's alright. I just didn't want to walk out when you were in the shower. That felt rude."

"Still scared I'm going to wake up in the morning regretting everything?"

Harry chuckled, "I'd rather not wake up to you hexing me, if I'm honest."

Draco drug his eyes down the other's body, "you look good Potter, don't ever doubt that." The Gryffindor chuckled quietly, and finished the beer in his hand, "you don't seem like someone who wants to go, you didn't even put your shirt on."

Harry grinned and flicked his tongue along his bottom lip before speaking, "well," he shrugged and glanced away.

"C'mon," Malfoy answered stepping back, he waited for Harry to come inside and shut the door behind him before taking the beer bottle and leaning over the counter to throw it away. Harry was watching, his nerves growing slightly again and Malfoy wrapped his hand around Harry's leading him back to the bedroom in silence. He pulled the covers back dropping his hand before climbing up on the bed, "I haven't slept next to someone in a long time, Potter, indulge me."

"Well, who would I be to say no to an offer like that?" Harry smirked and crawled up on the bed next to Malfoy, he didn't even think before reaching out and pulling Draco close to him as soon as the blonde pulled the covers up. He tensed a second then shifted so he was pressed against Harry tightly before using his wand to nox the lights.

They were quiet but awake and Harry broke the silence first. "Why'd you have a bad week?"

"Lost three cases in a row."

"Ohhoho," Harry chuckled, "weren't you the one that said, 'I've never lost a case!'?"

"Well, a first for everything," Draco's high was coming down and almost gone, just a small buzz was all that remained and it wasn't much of one. His normal Malfoy like behavior was making a comeback, Harry could feel it approaching and had to admit he was glad.

The Gryffindor nuzzled his cheek against Draco's neck, shutting his eyes, "I'm sorry you lost your cases, Malfoy, but I have a feeling you'll make a comeback. You always have before."

A hum came from the man who was rubbing Harry's arm, "do you want to talk about it Potter?"

Harry kept his eyes closed but his arm tightened slightly, "what if it wasn't everything I thought it had been?"

"Most things aren't."

"I don't think we even loved each other... I mean," Harry paused, his throat tight, and he loosened his hold, "I don't know."

"Who threatens to kill someone they love?" Draco finished the question for Harry and rolled so they laid chest to chest, face to face. He ran one finger along Harry's collarbone and then traced the chain of the necklace, "an idiot, that's who."

Harry tried to smile but it came out in tears, he wanted to turn away but the way Draco held him he couldn't. He was paralyzed and crying. "I've done more with you in four hours than I ever did with him, Draco. Do you know what that feels like?" He breathed out the question furiously wiping his tears away while shaking his head. Draco ran a pale hand up and down Harry's back holding him against his chest, comforting him as best he could.

Harry hadn't slept through the night in a long time, and more importantly he hadn't tried to. When he did wake it was well into the afternoon he could tell from the way the sunlight was shining through and he glanced over at his night stand freezing when he realized it wasn't his house.

Malfoy's, the memory of last night came rushing back. Well, he mustn't have been too mad, I'm still alive. He thought quietly and threw the covers back. He could smell food and his stomach growled in response. When he got up he looked around spotting a clock on the wall and seeing it was, in fact, well into the afternoon just past one. He adjusted his jeans letting them hang a little lower than he normally would and buttoned them before leaving the room. Music was playing softly and he was quickly greeted by that and the sound of Draco singing.

He took a moment to appreciate the sound, not too shocked to find it sounded good. Then he continued into the open setting of the den and kitchen. Draco was reading something, mumbling the words to a song and standing near the stove. Harry smiled and lent against the bar top, "well look at you."

"Potter!" He gasped falling silent and sat the paper down, Harry saw it was the Prophet, then looked back at Draco, "how'd you sleep?"

"Good," Harry shrugged, "you?"

"Terrible," The Slytherin lifted a shoulder before pointing to the coffee, "do you drink it?"

"Sure? Why'd you sleep bad?"

Draco made him a mug and carried it over to the counter sitting it down before tilting his head, "you have nightmares, I guess, and they were terrifying."

"Oh, Merlin, I am so sorry," Harry flushed in embarrassment and looked away with a quiet sigh, "I am honestly so sorry."

The blonde turned to the stove and focused on the bacon he was making, "I got eggs, bacon and toast, Potter, if you want anything else you're up a creek without a paddle."

"Up a creek without a paddle," Harry mused, laughing softly, taking a quick drink. "The things you say sometimes Draco."

"Isn't that a saying?"

"Yes, Muggles say it often." He shrugged, "last night I asked you a question and you replied, 'I think so'..." Harry laughed louder now, shaking his head, "if we hadn't had been shagging I might have laughed."

Draco turned two bright eyes to Harry, he was sporting a full smile and laid the plates out on the bar, "if I remember correctly, Harry, you called me a whore."

"But, I think so?" Harry was still laughing, "yes would have been a good answer."

Draco scoffed, "a simple yes? Are you kidding..." He rolled his eyes and eased onto the stool next to him, "I had a few choice words on the tip of my tongue so I stuck with 'I think so'."

He laughed and picked up a piece of bacon before taking a bite, "look at this, you can cook."

"I can do a lot of things Potter," Draco answered smartly, giving him a glare, "I'm a very capable being."

Harry tilted his head back and took another drink, "you know I'm going to ask."

"Hm?"

"Well, you know..."

"What?"

The Gryffindor blinked and eyed him carefully, "did you regret it?"

Draco was staring at him seriously, his eyebrow lifted, "us 'shagging' as you put it? Not in the slightest," he took a bite of his toast and chewed it thoughtfully, "I was actually considering how I could get you back in there before I have to leave."

Harry chuckled, "I don't think it'd take too much convincing."

"Mm, it might not but you slept a long time and I have places to be today."

"It's a Saturday," Harry answered, a bit put off the other was planning on leaving him though he knew he shouldn't be.

"I know, but I am quitting today so I have to run by and do somethings."

"Quitting?" Harry wanted to tell him not to, that it was a bad idea but he kept his tongue because for one he didn't even really like Malfoy, right? And for two how could he suggest something like that to someone else when he didn't know what their life was like?

"I think I'm done, with it all," Draco shrugged, "I'll do private consultations for friends or long standing clients other than that I'm going to take some time to not work. Focus on me."

"What made you change your mind on working?"

"I don't want to do something that makes me drink so much I nearly forget myself because I'm that put off by it," Malfoy sighed and reached forward picking up Harry's mug and taking a long drink, "plus I lost."

Harry laughed quietly, "I'll accompany you, if you'd like Malfoy?"

"You don't have anything better to do today?"

Harry chuckled, "no, Teddy is spending the day visiting some family with Dromeda and uh, I can't work."

"Well," Draco took another drink from Harry's coffee before standing up and giving his necklace a small tug, "I don't have anything that fits you and you're not wearing the same clothing you slept in if you're to be seen out with me, Potter, so hurry up so you can change."

Harry smirked, shaking his head as the other walked away, "yes sir."

"Mm, that is a kink," he winked before shutting the door to his bedroom.

And, On The Next Episode...

We will be exploring Draco's kinks a bit. His friendship with Hermione. Harry's necklace and just what our Prince of Slytherin plans on doing now that he's quitting his job.

Sore loser? Maybe.