Harry was not ready for work when he arrived at the Ministry, in fact he felt like he would break down at any minute. The reason being that Ginny, his girlfriend of 7 years decided enough was enough.
"We're incompatible Harry… At meals, with friends, alone, I always feel this distance…" she mused, "And we practically never have sex apart from our anniversary, I want more, Harry. We both know you can't provide that…"
The chosen one sighed as he slouched his way into the Auror office and slumped in front of his desk which was mostly organised apart from a few wanted posters scattered and a few random pictures of Ron, Hermione and their children. He gazed at the photographs and smiled at their happiness and love for one another then felt a guilty pang of jealousy and came spiralling back down. He wondered if Hermione ever demanded an increase in sexual activities like Ginny, but quickly shook this notion away as he saw Ron walk in. Once Ron spotted Harry sulking at his desk he tensed, awkwardly shifted his gaze and quickly jogged past him, which left Harry to wonder what he'd done to piss Ron off as well.
'Perhaps all the Weasley family was going be like this,' Harry thought, 'perhaps that's my penalty for not wanting so much intimacy. It shouldn't have been necessary for a healthy, successful relationship… then again… she didn't much like me when me were just being together anyway… Oh god…' He inwardly groaned.
All the other Aurors were going about normal business, writing owls, talking, doing something useful, Harry didn't even know why he was there, he felt so pointless and the blatant cold shoulder of his supposed best friend just made things all the more worse.
And just as Harry was at the height of self-loathing, Draco Malfoy sauntered in. His steel grey eyes roamed Harrys slender body for a moment as they did every morning, then he slowly approached the hunched over figure of Harry Potter. He ran his pale fingers through his shaggy-yet-styled hair and sat on Harrys desk, smiling wolfishly down at him, 'Good morning, Potter,' he beamed at him, Harry merely looked up, his dazzling emerald eyes were tired yet shimmering with emotion behind the same old round glasses. Draco realised the trouble Harry felt was nothing he could remove, in fact Harry looked like he could crumble at any moment. Draco felt useless: the one person he wanted to help more than anyone and he couldn't even do that. Without a word Draco reluctantly left Harrys desk and made his way towards his own. Only when he was a mere few yards from his desk did he hear a deafening crack. The whole office turned to find Harry had slammed his face onto his desk and was howling a low, animalistic growl of anger, depression and defeat.
Everyone was silent, waiting for someone to move to help the man, but no one did, not even Ron Weasley who seemed more interested in his reports than in Harry, or was at least trying desperately to look that way.
Draco sighed and walked over to Harry, lifting his face from the desk and looked him over. He took care whilst touching him; trying not to hurt him but also trying not to pull Harry closer. His fingers burned from touching him. Luckily before he had his outburst he'd decided to take off his glasses, which were placed next to where his face had collided with the wooden desk. His nose looked a little red and his eyes were half lidded which could have made Harry look even more seductive to the handsome blonde if it weren't for the dazed look Harry was wearing.
Draco proclaimed, "I'm going to take you home, you shouldn't be at work in this state." There was a general murmur of agreement amongst the observing Aurors.
Harry blushed with embarrasment and his lips clenched but he nodded, despite the worries whirling in his mind about having to admit his new homeless situation to his old Hogwarts rival. Draco wrapped his slender arm around Harry and escorted him from the crowded Auror office.
Once in the foyer of the Ministry, Malfoy turned to him and smirked, "I lied, you look like you need alcohol and we're going to go for drinks, Potter."
Harry sighed with relief and straightened himself, walking independently. Draco and Harry stopped the boyish rivalry as soon as the war was over, and while they were not completely friends they were civil, however, Draco often acted rather strange if he and Harry were alone, mostly due to his crush on the chosen one.
Draco led the way out of the ministry and through the muggle streets of London to a small bar called CoCo, on a quaint side street. The two men entered and Draco pointed at a table to Harry while he waltzed over to the counter and ordered drinks from the bar man who seemed to recognise who he was serving, leading Harry to believe that this must be a regular dwelling of Draco's.
Harry gazed at the blonde man leant on the bar and started to roam the mans' body with his eyes; he observed the curve of Draco's spine as he leant against the bar, the way his amused expression never lifted from his features, the gentle curve of his lips… Harry looked away; ashamed at even looking at Draco Malfoy - a once loathed enemy - in such a way, he cursed Ginny under his breath from making him even be in this situation, let alone making him contemplate his own preconceived notions about himself.
Draco picked up the two cocktails and headed over to a brooding looking Potter. He handed over the drink and began sipping his own. Harry inspected his slowly then gave it a tentative sip and enjoyed the tangy cranberry taste and decided to gulp the drink down as fast as humanly possible. Draco laughed at Harrys wide-eyed expression as the vodka in the cocktail boiled in his stomach and made him feel like he could breathe fire. Draco gazed momentarily into Harrys' dazzling emerald irises and felt his breath catch in his throat as it often would if those eyes caught his. He looked like a deer caught in muggle car headlights, so scared and vulnerable. Draco started to doubt the fear was the alcohol and more to do with the reason behind his outburst at the office. He looked away and tried to feign nonchalance.
"Cosmopolitans are the best," Draco mused to himself as he swirled the drink in his glass. He looked up from his drink and saw that Harry still looked miserable, he gave the other man a concerned look, "What happened?"
Harry inhaled deeply then looked up at Draco, and gazed at his pitying eyes. "Ginny left me." He exhaled.
"Why?" Prodded Draco in a soft yet forceful way, trying to conceal the twinge of guilty delight he felt over the news.
"Something about not being compatible," he said guardedly, however this didn't quite convince Draco; it was something in Harrys' eyes that said there was more.
"That sounds like a bull shit excuse to me; did she say HOW you were incompatible?"
Harry shifted in his seat at that and refused to make eye contact with the man across from him,
"I don't want to talk about it; I'm even starting to think that she may have been right." He whispered this last part with a look of confusion mixed with guilt and perhaps… self-loathing. Draco was positively aching to know more but decided to drop the subject for the moment and whistled to the bar keeper for a refill.