This is not a story for homophobics, so if you do not like to read about same sex relationships I suggest you turn back now.

Chapter one

The first few days after the battle of Hogwarts, Harry Potter would walk around the ruined castle, sometimes picking up books or other items that didn't get destroyed and return them to there rightful place or piling them in one of the empty rooms. He needed to wait until everyone left before returning the wand to Dumbledore's broken tomb. He had cast a shielding charm over Dumbledore's body to protect him from the weather until he got his chance, but Harry did not want anyone to see him put that wand in the tomb. So many people heard him say elder wand to Voldemort, many saw him catch the wand, it was too dangerous to keep but he didn't want anyone to find out where it was even though he made sure he was overheard saying he destroyed it much to the shock of anyone that had been listening to what he had been talking about.

Harry stood looking over the black lake thinking about all that had happened over the last week, then again over the last few years. So many things made sense to him now, there were no more secrets, everything was finally out in the open. He wasn't sure how to feel about what he had found out about himself or what he had seen, but one thing Harry felt was a little out of sort and the reason was that he actually took someone's life, even if that someone was Voldemort.

Hermione had left with the Weasley family to head to Muriel's, Ginny asking Harry to go with them, but Harry had explained that he would join them, but not yet, he needed to do a few things before he could leave. Ginny wasn't happy about that, she finally had her boyfriend back but wouldn't see him for a while.

'Potter.'

Harry turned slightly, 'Malfoy, I thought you left.'

'I did, but I hate that house, I needed to get out of there. I thought you went with the Weasley's.'

'I'm going to join them in a few days, probably.'

'I know this might make you laugh, but I wanted to thank you, for saving me from the fiend fyre.'

'I wouldn't laugh and I wouldn't let anyone die like that. Well, when I say wouldn't that's not entirely true, maybe Voldemort or Bellatrix I would,' Harry turned fully to face Malfoy, 'I wouldn't let you die, but I wanted to thank you as well, for not identifying me, now that shocked me. It could have given you everything death eaters wanted, to be praised by your lord.'

'He wasn't my lord, I never wanted any of it,' Malfoy's voice was hard.

'I know, but I was never sure how much you wanted even if you didn't want to kill Dumbledore.'

'I didn't want any of it, I thought the golden boy would have figured that out.'

'Is that why you're here, to throw smart arse names at me?'

Draco sighed, then sagged a little, 'No, sorry, bad habit. I want to talk to you, but I was hoping we could in private, we're receiving a lot of strange looks. Your fans probably think I'm going to hurt their hero.'

'Look, if you want to act like that, then forget it,' Harry turned ready to walk away.

'Wait,' Draco shouted but he was thankful that Harry stopped even if he didn't turn around, 'Could we talk, it's important.'

Harry turned, 'Fine, let's go down to Hagrid's hut, he's gone for a few days and no one goes in there without his permission, apart from McGonagall or me,' Harry walked off but could see Malfoy just out of the corner of his eye. He had no idea what the blond wanted or if he might be up to something, but Harry wasn't that worried. He opened the door, gave Fang a pat then pulled him aside, 'It's fine Fang.'

'He won't bite me will he?'

'No, Fangs harmless,' Harry shut the door, then poured two glasses of firewhiskey, handing one to Malfoy.

'Is that Hagrid's or yours?'

'Mine, Hagrid knows. After everything, I needed a drink, or two.'

'I've had a few days like that,' Draco took a sip.

'So what did you want to talk to me about?'

'You have no reason to believe me or trust me, but I was forced to take the mark, by my father.'

'At first I thought you wanted it, but after that day in the bathroom I realised you didn't, but I never figured it was your father even though I do know he wanted his lord to win.'

'He was obsessed with that man, nothing my mother said could change his mind.'

'So your mother didn't want that either?'

'No, she might believe in what he stood for, the purity of blood, but she didn't like what he was doing or what he wanted.'

'Tell me the truth, how do you feel about halfbloods and muggleborns?'

'I was raised to believe I was better than them.'

'I get that, but what do you believe, in your heart I'm talking about?'

Draco took another sip, 'I'm not better than anyone, I think you proved that, you and your friends. If all of you didn't win we all know what our world would have been like.'

'So you don't hate Hermione just because she has muggle parents?'

'No, I might not like her but it has nothing to do with her blood status.'

'You don't like her because she was smarter than you, smarter than everyone,' Harry smirked when he saw the look on Malfoy's face, 'Fine, you might not like what he stood for but you still don't like the fact a muggleborn was better than you. Just admit it, I can, Hermione is freaky when it comes to her memory, if she reads something she never forgets it.'

'Fine, I admit it, I still don't like it but that is partly how I was raised as well. I don't want to live like that anymore, so I know I have to change the way I think about people. When you swung around on that broom to come back for me, it was right then I realised I have a second chance, I'm not going to blow it no matter what my father thinks.'

'Good for you, it's time for you to think for yourself, to be your own man. I've been doing a lot of thinking over the last few days. We survived, something I never thought I would do, but I did, so now all of us have a chance at a new life, a life we want, a world we want to live in.'

'I used to hate hearing some of the things you used to say, but you are right, which chokes me having to admit that,' Draco took another sip, but kept staring down into his glass, 'There is something else I have to say, something that will probably shock you, but I don't expect anything, I know it's impossible.'

'Not a lot shocks me anymore Malfoy, but I'm listening.'

'I used to watch you a lot, not to see what you were up to, but to stare at you.'

Harry stared down at Malfoy wondering what he meant, then an incredible and impossible thought came to him and wasn't sure if he was right or not.

'Stare at me, I think you need to explain.'

Draco kept staring down into his glass, 'I've known I was gay since I was thirteen. No one knows that but you're the type that will keep it to yourself. I know nothing will happen or come of this. I have a bad enough name now, I don't need to make my life worse. Since I was clearing the air I thought I might as well tell you that as well,' Draco finished his drink then stood up, 'Thanks again…Harry.'

Harry stared at Malfoy then made a decision, 'Wait,' he stepped in front of the blond, 'No, nothing can come of this, but since you just admitted something I'm going to say this as well. Before Dumbledore died I would use my cloak to follow you, at first it was just to see what you were up to, I found myself staring at you as well. But this, it's not possible, the world will never accept it, I would lose my friends, they're all I have, I can't take the chance.'

Draco stared into Harry's green eyes, 'I know we can't, but why not take this moment, we're alone and it will be the only time we can have something for ourselves.'

Harry couldn't believe he was considering this, but then he thought about his life. He always did what was right or what was expected of him, couldn't he take just one moment for himself. Harry made his decision, he took Draco's old wand out of his pocket, sealed the cabin then handed the wand to Malfoy .

'Something for us, just this once,' Harry took Draco's hand and walked over to Hagrid's large bed.