A/N: Okay just so you know this is only going to be a very short story, four chapters at the most.

TOO LATE?

"So how's the wedding going, Harry?" Ron asked the dark haired man sitting across from him.

Harry took a sip of his Firewhisky before replying. "Horrible. I just don't know why we couldn't just elope, hell I would even preferred a small wedding. But nooo, apparently the Wizarding Saviour has to have a huge affair." Harry couldn't help but grumble about it. Because seriously he didn't see the point of all the fuss. But Ginny had chucked a fit when he said he didn't want a big wedding, because apparently it just wasn't done if you were a hero.

Ron just chuckled before finishing off his own Firewhisky. They have had this conversation many times before. "Well, at least it'll all be over in just a few weeks." Ron looked at his watch and got up. "I'm sorry I have to cut this short Harry, but Hermione is expecting me home early tonight. She doesn't want me going out much since she's 7 months pregnant."

Harry smiled at him. They were due to have their first child soon and they were completely over the moon about it. "No problem mate. Give my best to Hermione. Tell her I'll be over Sunday night for dinner. See ya at work tomorrow."

"Sure thing. I'll see you tomorrow." Ron nodded at Harry before walking away.

Harry sighed as he slowly got up. He dreaded going home lately, not because he didn't have someone to come home to, but just cause of the whole wedding business. It was starting to have a negative impact on him. He knew that as soon as he'll get home that Ginny will be there double checking all the preparations, making sure everything was booked and organised.

Harry groaned as he stared at the floor while walking to the door. When he first proposed to Ginny he didn't think of what it entailed, he just wanted to spend the rest his life with her. If he knew what would have followed in the 8 months since he proposed he would probably have kept walking past all jewellery shops without a second glance. Why am I still going through with this? Harry thought. It wasn't the first time he thought it and everytime he would argue with the same excuse. Because I love her and I know this will all be over in a few we...

"Oomph!" Harry was snapped out of his thoughts as he managed to walk into someone who. "I'm sorry..." He started to say but was cut off as he recognised who he actually walked into. Those gray eyes and blonde hair could only belong to one person, and that person was the last person Harry expected to see.

"I see that it's time for you to get your glasses checked again, Potter." Draco Malfoy sneered at him.

"Malfoy, what are you doing here?" Harry asked. After the war Draco Malfoy had ceased to exist for Harry. As far as him or any his friends knew he had left the country to finish his education. And now here he was standing in the middle of the Dragon's Pub, the most popular wizarding pub in Diagon Alley.

"Having a drink. Honestly, what else would I be here for?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders. After all it had been a stupid question. "Well I'll just leave you to it." Harry turned around to head for the exit but before he had taken a step he felt a hand grad his arm. Harry twisted his head to see who grabbed him and glared at the blonde.

"Would you care to join me for a drink?" Malfoy asked as he relaxed his grip on Harry's arm. "It's been 4 years since we saw each other. It'll be good to catch up."

"Why? We aren't friends." Harry said looking at Malfoy. Harry saw Draco's eyes flicker with different emotions, too quick for Harry to understand what they where, before the old Malfoy mask was once again on.

Draco let go of his arm and shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't really care either way. "Whatever. I was just being polite." He turned around on his heels and strode off the bar without a backwards glance.

Harry had a quick internal debate. He knew he should go back home to his fiancé, it was getting late after all, but he didn't want to. Some part of him wanted to go after the blonde ex-Slytherin and have a few more drinks. He took a few steps to the bar before he shrugged and followed Draco Malfoy; it wasn't as if he was in any rush to go back to his flat.

"Firewhisky, please." Harry said once he reached the bar and stood next to Malfoy.

"Changed your mind have you? And here I thought you would of went running off to your wife like a good, faithful husband." Malfoy said in a tone in what was clear to understand exactly what he thought of that.

"I'm not married," yet Harry added on slightly. He saw no point of telling Malfoy that little fact as it was practically known to the whole British Wizarding World.

Malfoy just looked at him with a raised eyebrow but otherwise didn't say anything. Once he saw that Potter had gotten his drink he walked off to find the spare table he just saw, not really caring if his drink companion had decided to follow or not.

Harry grabbed his drink and followed Malfoy to the spare table at the back of the pub, still wondering what the hell he was doing. Once he reached the table he firmly pushed it aside. He was having a drink with an old school class mate. There was nothing wrong with that, right?

"So Potter, tell me. What have you been doing with yourself since Hogwarts?"

Harry jumped slightly at being startled out of his thoughts. He stared surprised at the blonde aristocrat sitting across from him. "You mean you don't know?" Harry said incredulously.

"Well obviously I don't, since I asked you." Malfoy said with his eyebrow raised. "I don't make it a habit to check everyday what my old school nemesis is up to."

Harry blushed. "Sorry. It's just that every single thing I've done since Hogwarts has been published either in the Daily Prophet or Witch Weekly. All anyone in England has to do is just read a newspaper and magazine and they get their weekly goss about where I've been, what I've done, who I've talked to, etc etc. I wouldn't be surprised if this gets published in next week's Daily Prophet." He stated with a grimace.

Malfoy stayed silent during Harry's rant and just stared at him for a few minutes before replying. "Ah, I see. Well it might interest you to know that I haven't been in England for the past 4 years. I've just come back from spending my time over in Australia. Lovely country, I recommend it if you ever decide to go overseas."

"Really?" Harry said with interest. "Did you finish your education over there? What made you come back to England?"

Malfoy gave a slight chuckle as he finished his drink off. "Yes I did go over there to finish my education. They have a great wizarding school over there. Once I had graduated I decided to stay. I had friends and a partner. I was having the best time, but as to why I came back. Well, let's just say that eventually everyone has to go home and face there past."

Harry just stared at Malfoy while he picked up his drink. To say that he was surprised was an understatement, he never thought of Malfoy changing much of his behaviour and ways of when he went to Hogwarts. But looking at him and processing the little bit of information that he just been informed of, Harry realised that Malfoy had indeed changed.

He wasn't the same boy that he went to school with. He was a man who had grown out of his old school behaviour and simply grew up. Harry looked Malfoy up and down while the blonde faced a different direction, ordering more drinks.

Malfoy had grown to become a very nice looking man. Where his facial features where once pointy, were now slight curved to give him an aura of beauty and confidence. His blonde hair was still the same whitish colour, though it now reached the length of his shoulders and was pulled back into a nice silver clasp. Under the nice fitting blue t-shirt that he wore, he could tell that the blonde had a nice set of muscles and Harry bet that he also had a six-pack as well. Trailing his eyes lower, Harry had to admire the long legs that where stretched out in front of him, that where covered in a faded pair of jeans, with his ankles crossed over.

Harry did have to admit that Malfoy was attractive. Though not because I'm gay, Harry thought to himself you just had to be a fool to not realise that Malfoy is attractive.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

Harry snapped his head up and locked his eyes upon a set of gray eyes. Harry gulped; he had never seen such an attractive pair of eyes, hell he never even thought of eyes being attractive. With great difficulty he managed to break the eye contact and come back to his senses. "Ha?"

"It's an Australian expression that I picked up. So, do you like what you see?"

Harry blushed. "Hardly. Why would I be interested in a git like you? Even if I were gay?"

"Cause I'm too irresistible," the blonde smirked. "And if you're not gay, then why were you checking me out?"

"I was not checking you out!" Harry said indigently. Draco just looked at him with an eyebrow raised as to say 'you dare to argue'. Harry kept his eyes looked to the grey one's before he decided to blab the truth "I was just-seeing how much you changed..."

"That's still classified as checking me out." Draco said simply as he finished off his second drink and hailed down a waitress for refills. Harry just rolled his eyes but decided to let it drop. "You still haven't answered my question though. What have you been up to since you left Hogwarts?"

Harry sighed and gave him a brief overview of his life since Hogwarts. How he went straight into Auror training straight after school, and then become a fully-fledged Auror, he also told him how he was offered several proposals from Quidditch teams which he turned down. Malfoy seemed surprised at this but let the dark-haired man continue his story. Harry talked what felt like hours which in fact were just over an hour, with Malfoy ordering refills everytime he was finished with his drink. Once he was finished with his story Harry felt slightly giddy and knew that he was slightly drunk.

"So now Ron and Hermione are expecting their first child and I'm meant to get married in a month. So now it's your turn to talk, what did you do in Australia? What was the school like? Do you prefer it over there then in England?"

While Potter was telling him his story Draco had been paying attention while ordering a drink every ten minutes. He didn't interrupt him though he had to raise his eyebrows in surprise a few times especially when Potter confessed that he was meant to get married in a month not I'm going to which is what he half expected from someone who was going to marry the person he loved. But he stayed silent and let it passed...for now. After all, one of the few reason's Draco came back to his old home was after he saw an article in the International Wizarding News paper saying that Harry Potter was close to getting married. For some unknown reason to him he felt compelled to come and see if the news was true for himself, he couldn't explain it to anyone, but the thought of letting Harry getting married caused him to get angry. He was brought out of his musings when Potter asked him what it was liked in Australia.

He looked at his watched and was surprised that is was already midnight. "It's getting late, Potter. You really should get back to your girlfriend if you don't want to get in trouble."

He saw Potter look slightly confused before he checked his watch and quickly jumped up, yelling in pain as his knee collided with the table. Draco chuckled softly which only aggravated the other man more. "Don't think you're getting of that easily Malfoy. You still need to tell me your story. Meet me here tomorrow night at 8. Is that good time for you?"

Draco stood and chucked a few more galleons on the table before walking out of the pub with Potter following close behind. As soon as they were outside he stopped and turned to face his companion. "You think you'll be allowed out again after coming home really late tonight?"

Potter frowned at this before sighing. "You're probably right. What about Saturday night? Ginny's going to her parent's house for a dress fitting so she'll be gone the whole night. So what time is good for you?"

"I'll have to check my schedule. I'll owl you tomorrow with a time and place. Goodnight." And before Potter could say anything, Draco turned on the spot and Apparated back to the Manor. He chuckled slightly as he walked off to his own wing, "oh, Potter, you have no idea what you got yourself into." Oh, Saturday couldn't come fast enough.

Harry apparated into the living room at Grimmauld Place with a smile on his face. I can't believe Malfoy and I had a decent conversation! Harry thought excitably. He couldn't explain how he felt at that moment as he the adrenalin was pumping through his blood from seeing the blonde again...though that could just be the alcohol.

"Harry!"

Harry jumped at the unexpected sound of his name being called. "Ginny, what are you still doing up?" He asked with a sheepish smile.

Ginny scowled at the obvious signs of intoxication. "You're late. You usually home by ten at the latest being Thursday night. Care to explain?"

Harry gulped all excitement evaporating as soon as she started her tirade. He knew he should tell his fiancé the truth, but wasn't quite sure how to explain that he had spent an enjoyable time with Malfoy of all reasons. The person who had not just tormented Harry but Ginny as well. Though Harry was a neasy forgiving person, Ginny could hold a grudge for so long that by the time she got over it, the other person had completely left her life.

"Sorry, honey." Harry said going over to Ginny and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "I ran into an old acquaintance and lost track of time. Forgive me?"

Ginny sighed as she leaned into Harry, wrapping her arms around his chest. "Just don't let it happen again. Promise?"

Harry bit back the instinctive retort that came to his mind and forced a smile on his face. "Sure." He said while thinking I can't wait to Saturday.