Harry had been exhausted for nearly his entire existence. Voldemort trying to kill him was the main reason. But now that the Dark Lord had been defeated it was another kind of exhaustion that took up Harry's time. He was mentally exhausted.

There was loads upon loads of hormones, male and female, that demanded his attention. Love letters were being sent to him left, right and center. Harry was practically drowned by owls every morning during breakfast. It had been a year since the fall of Voldemort and he was still receiving marriage proposals. All of which he graciously denied. There was one letter he kept though. Not so much as a love letter, but an apology.

"Potter, I've tried and tried again to figure out a way to tell you that I'm sorry. I've been a prick and I know it. No need to rub it in, but feel free to if that's going to make you feel better. I'll deny ever apologizing if you corner me in public, but know that I never really hated you so much as envied you. I don't want to be enemies anymore. Perhaps we can become friends, possibly more. I don't know. Yours sincerely, Draco."

Since the arrival of that letter almost a month ago Harry had been, how the Americans say, shitting bricks! There was so much in that small note to digest that Harry kept it in his cloak pocket at all times just so he could read and reread it over and over again to be sure he understood it. And even when he did read it he could hardly believe what he was reading. He never decided what he should do or say to Draco. Besides he had more pressing matters to deal with. Auror training. It began in less than a week and Harry was currently only just receiving his training schedule from the Ministry, it should have been picked up weeks ago but Harry was too busy thinking about Draco to remeber until Hermione reminded him. Good 'ol Hermione. If it wasn't for her Harry would for sure have been dead since first year.

'Mione had just began her apprenticeship as senior under secretary to the Minister of Magic (Kingsley). It seemed to Harry that Hermione was in her own version of a quidditch match working with Kingsley, he couldn't help but be more than happy for her.

Until her insistent nagging and bossy attitude kicked in.

"I swear Harry both you and Ron seem to be more procrastinatory then ever." Hermione scolded as she riffled through some filings.

"I'm pretty sure that's not a word Hermione. " Harry rolled his eyes as he tried to catch some falling paper that his friend lost her grip on.

"I'm just saying that you both start auror training soon and it seems to me that you both are under the impression of already having the job just because of-"

"Don't even go there Hermione!" Ron said coming from the elevator. No doubt coming to see Hermione during her lunch break, like he always does ever since they became a couple. "Harry and I are completely ready for this. We're just trying to enjoy what's left of our down time. After all, we did do a lot of fighting these last past eight years. We've earned it." That being said Harry turned on his heal and left to the elevator as quick as he could. It would only be a matter of seconds before-

"YOU LISTEN TO ME RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY! IT WAS MAINLY HARRY THAT DID A LOT OF THAT FIGHTING!- "

Harry was more than glad for the escape from his friends tirade that would no doubt follow him all the way back to Grimwauld place. They had decided once the war was over to live together, and seeing as Harry had a perfectly good home left for him, they all adopted Grimwauld place as their own. True it was once gloomy and full of depressing and horrible memories, but it was time to make some new ones. The place had never been cleaner as it was then when Harry popped into his home. Mrs. Weasley raged an all out cleaning war of her own on Grimwauld place before she allowed Harry, Ron, and Hermione to move in there. And even with them leaving the Burrow Mrs. Weasley stopped by Grimwauld place often.

At the moment though Harry was pleased with the silence of his bedroom. His thoughts wondered from memory to memory of the last decade of his life. Many happy moments but many sad ones as well. And again somehow in his reminiscing those memories led him to the note in his cloak pocket.

Draco Malfoy, former Death Eater, and son of two Death Eaters, wanted to be friends. Was it a trap? A very elaborate one if it was. Malfoy was to say the least Harry's archenemy. All through Hogwarts Harry was tormented by Malfoy and his kroonies. Then again...it was school. That was the past. Harry vowed to keep moving forward with his life. And in a way Harry supposed Malfoy had saved Harry's life...kind of indirectly. He recalled the past for just a second when Malfoy could have given Harry up to Bellatrix. Narcissa Malfoy aslo saved Harry's life too. Harry groaned to himself. Whether he liked it or not he owed the Malfoys. Becoming friends with Draco might be a good thing...

When they discover crumple horned snorkacks!

"I actually think she likes yelling at me in public, mate." Ron said leaning against Harry's door.

Harry looked up at his friend, a big grin on his face.

"Hermione, or you?" Harry laughed.

"She is a little more passionate when we snog after a fight. " Ron said sitting on the edge of Harry's bed.

"You can stop right there. Don't need to know anything else ever again about you and Hermione snogging." Harry made a face. His two best friends smogging...sent Harry's stomach into throw up mode. He was happy for them, but not to the point of needing to know what they did behind closed doors.

"So what's up with you and my sister? She doesn't really come 'round here anymore. Kind of miss her." Ron fiddled with the bed spread. It was an akward subject for him to talk about Ginny and Harry, almost as akward as Harry felt talking about Ron and Hermione.

"She needs to take a break from me. Whatever that means. Needless to say we are no more." Harry shrugged with a slight frown. It had been a strange wake up call to Harry when Ginny first told Harry she was unhappy. They broke up on good terms at least.

"I never thought she'd be the one to dump you. She was so crazy 'bout you in second year on up. Couldn't get the kid to shut up about you. Now she goes and dumps you. I think it's the hero complex. You saved the day and now she moves on."

"Gee, thanks." Harry buried his face into the pillow. He really liked Ginny too. If it was the hero complex her love and affection was all a lie. He mentally shrugged Ginny off. If it was all a lie it would be easier to get over her.

"So, ready for next week?" Ron asked as a way of changing subjects

"Have to be. I've wanted this for quite some time. And I can't stay holed up here for forever." Harry mumbled into his pillow.

"Mum said she was bringing over everyone on Saturday for a party. Says she she's so proud of her boys and girl that she needs to celebrate. Says we all need to come out of this slump." Ron sounded more chipper at the prospect of a party. No doubt it has to do a lot with Mrs. Weasley's excellent cooking.

"Yeah, alright. I can do with a party." And it was true. Harry could use some uplifting. Ginny would be there, but he could handle seeing her for just one night.

Ron started walking out the room before he turned atthe door to look over his shoulder at Harry. His face turned a little sour at a thought before saying "Oh, one more thing. Mum invited Malfoy over too."

"What?!"