CHAPTER 1: Fluffy Red Chairs

"You don't understand!" he said, "No-one understands!" Draco was sitting in his red fluffy lounge chair looking at himself in the mirror. His outer appearance didn't reflect at all what he was feeling inside. A red, slim, unimpressionable face looked back at Draco making him look like he had just run for miles. He hadn't been running at all. Actually, all he had been doing was sitting in front of the mirror rehearsing his break-up speech that he was planning soon to recite to Harry.

Harry and Draco had been together for a few years, fighting every night and going to bed early to stop the communication flow. They woke every morning with unresolved issues which were often fought about that night when Harry got home from work. Draco had had enough.

When Harry walked through the door, dropped his keys on the hall table and walked into the bedroom to find Draco, he found Draco cursing at the mirror.

"What's wrong darling?" Harry asked placing his hand on Draco's bare shoulder. Draco was bare all over.

"I, I, ok Harry, I'll make it quick!" Draco started.

"I know what your going to say and I feel the same way. But being the most masculine of the two of us, I should do it." Harry interrupted moving to the side of Draco's fluffy chair, removing his hand that had fallen down Draco's chest.

"I want to break-up!" Draco finished.

"I want to get married, break-up. What? Why?" Harry muttered.

"Married! Harry we have been fighting like crazy!"

"I thought that's what you wanted!"

Harry pursed his lips. Draco thought that this was to stop the tears from falling down Harry's face. He looked so sexy when he did this. Draco stood up from his red fluffy chair and grabbed Harry's trembling hand, trying to comfort him. Before Draco had time to say anything, Harry moved his head closer to Draco's and put his fingers to Draco's soft pick lips.

"I'll make you change your mind."

"Wow!" Draco said enthusiastically.

"Wow what?" Harry replied dreamingly.

"Wow! I have forgotten what that was like! It's been a while since we have done that"

As they lay there next to each other, Draco ran his knee up Harry's now bare leg.

"Yes painting fences can be fun." Harry replied.

Draco smiled at Harry. This had been the first time they had fought for a very long time.

"Tell me you love me" Harry said, followed by a hand that rested on Draco's waist.

"I, I, well" Draco started. A blank expression covered his face.

"Well?" Harry muttered. He grabbed his red tie that has somehow found its way to Draco's neck. This was the only item of clothing seen there at the moment.

"I love you Harry but…"

"BUT WHAT?"

"I need a break. Its not you its me."

"A what?"

"A break!"

"A what?"

"Harry stop! I want a break!"

Harry started hyperventilating.

"Your breaking up with me?"

"No a break!"

"Don't dump me!"

"No-one said that"

"You meant that!"

"HARRY!"

Harry when over the scene in his mind everyday. It had only been two days but it felt forever. Draco had gone to stay with his father for a while since he had moved out. Harry had no where to go. He sat in the red fluffy lounge chair that he saw Draco in a few days ago. 53 hours 24 minutes and 3 no 4 no 5… well. Stupid chair. Stop. Stop. Harry!