DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the following characters, they are all J.K. Rowling's

WARNING: Slash, so rated T

Chapter 1 - Spring

He couldn't believe that Hermione invited him to her birthday party. Thinking about it, he wasn't even going to come, until he heard who was going to be here. Draco looked across the room, past the mass of dancing couples, at Harry. He was laughing at something the ginger kid said. What was his name again? Oh yeah, Ron Weasley, one of the seven Weasley kids who had attended Hogwarts.

He couldn't believe that Harry was the same as he was ten years ago, the year before the Battle had happened. Standing up, he wondered if Harry still thought about it every day, remembering the screams and the painful bursts of light flashing around him. As he turned to go, he was too wrapped up in his own thoughts to notice where he was going; he walked straight into a waiter carrying a tray laden with champagne glasses. The waiter fumbled, the tray dropped with a clang and the glasses smashed on the polished wooden floor.

"Oh sh-," Draco started, but then remembered he was trying to cut back on his swearing. "-oot! Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going."

"Yeah, of course. Nothing to do with the fact that I'm a filthy Mudblood, is it?" the waiter spat, crouching down to clear up the mess. Taking a quick look around the room, Draco saw that nearly everyone was looking his way. Stunned, he apologised again and walked off quickly. So they still remember, he thought to himself. Even after ten years.

"Hey, Draco!"

He turned and smiled a little when he saw that it was Harry. He waited as Harry jogged up to him.

"I don't mean to sound rude, but what the hell are you doing? The party doesn't finish 'til twelve." Draco started walking again, Harry keeping up beside him. "And what about Ron?"

"Oh, Ron's with Hermione." They both laughed; nothing more had to be said about the two. "and I wanted to make sure you're okay. People really need to learn to forgive and forget or whatever." Harry looked at him and Draco saw genuine concern there, even after the years at Hogwarts.

"I'm fine," Draco replied curtly, striding off into the car park.

"Evidently not," Harry muttered to himself before following him, seeing him stamping his feet and cursing. "What's the matter?" Hestifled a laugh.

"I forgot I didn't drive here, I took the bus. And there isn't one which goes straight back to my house."

"I could take you back if you want, where do you live?"

"24 Turnaround Street. Is that okay?"

"Yep. I've been wondering who the mysterious new neighbour was." Harry grinned. "I live at number 25."

"Oh right." Draco looked around. "So where's your car?"

Harry laughed. "Are you really forgetting that we're wizards, Malfoy?"

For some reason, when Harry called him by his surname it didn't sound like an insult, like when they were in school. Harry grabbed his hand and he felt the blood rush to his face, hoping that it was dark enough to conceal it.

"But what about the mug-!" he started to yell before there was a loud crack and they appeared outside his house.

"-gles," Draco finished, taking a quick glance at Harry, who just laughed. "Anyway, I suppose I should invite you in for tea as way of thanks, shouldn't I?" He unlocked the door and motioned for Harry to go in first, closing it behind him with a muffled click as he stepped through after Harry.

Leading him to the kitchen, Draco was aware of how close behind Harry he was, although he made no attempt to protect his personal space. Arriving at the kitchen, he gestured at the chairs as he put the kettle on.

"Take a seat, make yourself comfortable." As he waited for the water to boil, he looked at Harry, who was gazing around the kitchen, and lost himself in those bright green eyes. It was only a moment later that he realised Harry was looking right back at him. Draco started and twisted round to start making tea. While Draco's back was turned, Harry quickly vanished all the chairs but one: the one closest to where he was sitting.

"Here you g - " Draco frowned. He remembered there being more chairs here the last time he came in. "What did you do, Harry?"

"Nothing," Harry replied, reaching out for the tea, but Draco pulled it away.

"Nuh-uh. Not until you tell me what happened."

"Oh for Merlin's sake, just sit down,Malfoy. It just felt like there were too many chairs so I vanished some." They looked at each other. Finally accepting the explanation Draco dropped himself into the chair. They both sat in silence, not feeling the need to fill it. Eventually, Draco spoke up.

"Harry."

"Hm?" Harry looked up at him.

"Why did you save me that night in the Room of Requirement, when Crabbe conjured the Fiendfyre?"

"I'm too nice to let people die like that," Harry answered with a grin.

"Come on, I'm being serious here."

Harry laughed. "Well, you're not doing a good job of it. You need to dye your hair black and grow it out a bit..."

"Ha, very funny." He sighed in exasperation. "Fine, whatever, I give up. You know where the door is right? I won't see you out then. Bye Harry." As he turned to leave, he felt a hand on his arm. He smiled to himself, not believing that it actually worked. He wiped the smile off his face before turning around, jumping slightly when he saw Harry's face only inches away from his own.

"Look, the truth is..." Harry hesitated for a while before his old Gryffindor courage kicked in. "The truth is I love you Draco, and have done since I first saw you."

A/N: Thank you for reading this, it's my first fanfic so please review, even if it's only a sentence or two =)