Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

A/N: I'm sure you figured this out from the story blurb, but this is a prequel to my other story 'I Guess Our Secret's Out'. That story was initially meant to be a stand alone one-shot but I got many requests (both on Wattpad and ) for an expansion on the story so here you go. Sorry it took so long I have been caught up in Year 9 and picking my GCSEs.

Enjoy

Draco sighed as he approached the door of Potter's flat. Who would've thought the 'Saviour of the Wizarding World' would chose live in such a muggle place ? Though he could understand the appeal. No wizard raised in magical society would willing venture into the muggle world. More to the point no one would even entertain the notion that Potter lived among muggles. In fact if he hadn't gotten the address from Gr-Hermione and Wea- Ronald after he had apologised Draco would have been tracking down the Potter Manor (idk whether this exists or not but oh well) at this very moment.

Breathing deeply Draco raised a tentative hand and knocked on the door of flat 713 (😉). As soon as his hand fell to his side his head filled with doubt. What if he just didn't open the door? What if Potter didn't accept his apology? Or worse, what if he just opened the door to insult Draco? This was a very bad idea-

"Malfoy?" Draco jumped back and yelped, Potter chuckled under his breath, "What are you doing here? Better yet how'd you find me?"

"Potter," Draco paused. 'Merlin he has really filled out,' he thought, 'no don't think like that!'.

"Malfoy? Earth to Malfoy,"

"Oh right, I came here to apologise and I was able to find you because Hermione and Ron gave me your address." he explained blushing about his earlier blunder.

"Okay then, why don't you come in for a cup of tea?" Potter asked while stepping back to allow him in.

"Thank you, I'd like that very much." Draco responded softly, confused over the lack of hostility.

"You just sit here and I'll get some tea." Harry said whilst motioning to a rather plush grey couch. "What type do you want? I have Earl Grey, Green Tea English Breakfast..."

"Earl Grey is fine thank you. No sugar or milk please."

"Sure I'll be back in a minute," with that Potter left Draco alone. He utilized this new found silence by planning his apology. A couple of minutes later Harry returned with two steaming cups of tea, "Here you go," he said placing the mug on a coaster on the coffee table in front of Draco.

As Harry sat down he examined the man before him. He look pale, sickly almost but also heaps better than he looked at Malfoy Manor in April and his trial in May. Under the layers or tiredness and sorrow Harry could see that Draco had grown into a rather attractive man. Of course he had always known Draco was attractive, but without the usual sneer it was more noticeable.

"How have you been?" Harry asked softly trying to avoid negative conversation.

"Well enough though it's been a bit lonely in the manor, what with mother in France and father in Azkaban. Heaven knows he deserves to be there but I still miss them." Draco answered surprised at his own openness. "What about you?" he asked hoping to ease the tension.

"Pretty okay, the muggle flat isn't too bad and it's well worth it." Draco shot him a questioning look, "None of the wizarding world knows I'm here which means I don't get hounded by reporters every day, and no one comes up to me to ask for an autograph." Harry explained.

After that they feel into an easy conversation avoiding all possibly touchy subjects. They talked of Quidditch and the new minister, Rita Skeeter's new ridiculous hairdo andthe fundraisingg for a new statue in the ministry. Eventually they got onto the topic of Hogwarts, about the possibility of an eighth year and the new headmistress, Mcgonagall.

Once they had run out of conversation topics Draco cleared his throat and Harry instantly understood that they had reached the purpose of this meeting. Glancing at their empty mugs Harry got out two shot glasses and a bottle of Firewhisky. "There is no way I'm having this conversation sober." he explained and Draco couldn't agree more.

After downing a couple of shots Draco decided that it was no use procrastinating any further. "I am soo sorry," he blurted out, "I'm sorry for all those horrible things I said to you over the years, for all those dreadful things I did to you, for being an absolute prat, for not doing anything when you were captured, and for carrying my father's ideals as if they were my own."

"I'm sorry too," Draco look at Harry questioningly, " I'm sorry for being so prejudiced against you, for accusing you of every suspicious thing that happened in school, for using that blasted spell without knowing what it did, for believing that you were a carbon copy of your father, and for also being the biggest and most Gryffindorish prat possible."

Then there was silence as both men processed the information and downed a good number of shots. Only when the two were drunk enough that all filters and mental barriers had been forgotten completely was the silence broken. Not by the Gryffindor, but by the giggle of a Slytherin.

"What?" Harry asked woozily.

"Just thinking that even if father hadn't been to sent to Azkaban I'd still be living alone, granted I probably be living in some scroungy inn somewhere rather than the manor." Draco said not even processing what he was about to admit to.

"Why's that?"

"I'm gay."

"Really? So am I."

"What about Weaslette?"

"Ginny I broke up right after the war,"

"Strange I always thought you'd be the poster boy for straightness,"

"Straightness?" Harry questioned and boy broke into peals of laughter. After a fit of hysterics from Harry causing another round of laughter from Draco both fell asleep in a drunken heap on the couch.

A/N: So that's the first part. As always comment whether you liked this or not and whether you spotted any errors (grammar or story-line). For now I am planning to upload a chapter every Thursday.

Hope you enjoyed

~CaitlinAurora