DISCLAMER: I own nothing; everything belongs to J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury etc.

WARNINGS: This will be slash of the Draco/Harry variety. Other pairings include: Hermione/Ron, Lupin/Snape, others may come later.

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Chapter 1: There's someone in the shower

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Harry awoke one morning amongst a pile of very rumples blankets and sheets twisted about his body. Upon disentangling himself from his bedclothes he caught a glimpse of his face in the mirror. He was surprised to find a goofy grin seemingly affixed to his face. Wracking his brain desperately, trying to recall the previous night's events. He eventually gave up and instead set about organising himself for the day. He glanced at his alarm clock; it read 7:20am. Perfect he was running late again. He had to get to uni at 9:00 and had to stop at the café on his way. Without coffee he was an empty vessel. He often needed two or three cups before he became fully functional.

Hurriedly he grabbed a towel from the hallway cupboard and went to the bathroom door. It was here that he stopped short. It appeared that he was not alone in his flat as he had originally been inclined to believe. Indeed, there was someone in his shower. Harry leant back on the wall opposite the door. It was terribly embarrassing, he decided, not to be able to remember what had happened on the previous night. Harry decided that he should just enter the bathroom, it was his after all. And, he supposed, he'd seen this person in far more compromising situations than simply showering. Right?

Harry eased the door open and peered in, however his glasses became fogged up with steam and he could not see. He heard the person in the shower falter and a strangely familiar voice screeched, "What the fuck? Potter, get out. Merlin, can't a person get any privacy around here?" Harry knew that voice.

"Malfoy" He asked incredulously

"The one and only," came Draco's drawled reply. Harry could practically feel the smirk from here.

"What are you doing in my shower?" Harry's glasses were gradually defogging and he felt his face begin to flush despite himself. Malfoy was presently leaning against the shower door, having turned off the water on Harry's entry into the room.

"Well, Potter, I would have thought that it was obvious, especially after last night."

Gah! It was worse than Harry imagined, had they really…They couldn't have…

Malfoy was getting more and more amused by the panicked look on Harry's face, "Don't worry Potter, we didn't do anything like that." He chucked in a good leer just to add to Harry's discomfort. "Since you obviously don't remember the life-changing events of yesterday, it seems that I will have to fill you in. However, I would prefer to continue this conversation once I was fully dressed, or indeed, wearing anything at all." At this comment, Harry's face redoubled its efforts at becoming a tomato. Hurriedly he closed the door, leaving Draco alone. Oh Merlin, he buried his face in his hands and groaned.

By the time Draco emerged from the bathroom Harry was sitting on one of the kitchen stools staring dejectedly into his empty cup of coffee. Things had been going so well, he thought to himself. He'd been getting on with his life. He was finally free, after years of living in the spotlight and the end of the war. He had brought victory to the wizarding world, defeating Voldemort just like was prophesised. After that there was nothing that he wanted more than to go and get some privacy, away from the prying eyes of wizards who treated him like some kind of god. And now, someone from his past turning up and Harry couldn't even remember how they'd gotten here. He groaned again.

Draco felt that it was a perfect time to announce his arrival. He had been studying the young man for the past few moments. Draco supposed that drinking Harry's entire alcohol stash hadn't been the smartest idea. Although thankfully, or perhaps not, they had had the presence of mind to take the anti-hangover potion before they had fallen asleep in their respective beds. Draco had taken up residence in the spare room. Obviously Harry was suffering a mild case of memory loss. He sighed, now he'd have to explain it all over again. And this time at least there wouldn't be any alcohol to make the story any easier to tell or to be received. The previous evening Harry had been quite shocked by Draco's tale, to say the least.

Harry finally looked up and gestured to Draco to come over and sit next to him. Draco walked over and perched on the bar stool. He delayed the inevitable conversation that was to come by pouring himself a cup of coffee. Harry didn't say anything; he simply waited for Draco to begin. While he was waiting, he couldn't help but notice the way that Draco's hair was drying in soft wisps around his face. It made Harry's fingers itch with a desire to simply give up to temptation and run his fingers through it. Thinking back to their school days, Harry remembered the awful gel that Draco used to put in his hair. Harry hated gel. So he was pleasantly surprised to see that Draco had, at least for now, given it up.

Harry felt himself blush as Draco looked up and caught his eye. When had he begun to think of him as Draco anyway? At school it had always been Malfoy, always said with a certain amount of contempt. At least in his younger years that is, Harry acknowledged that their enmity had dwindled slightly in the later years. Particularly in the lead up to the War. Harry smiled as he remembered how Draco had defied his father and had joined the fight for the Light. They had even fought in the same battalion in the War. Draco had been there when he had finally killed the Voldemort. He had fought off Death Eaters giving Harry a clear run at the Dark Lord. However, after the War, Harry had run off the muggle London and lost contact with moist of his old wizarding friends – the ones who were still alive that is.

The human toll of the war was beyond all imagination. Everyone was affected. Either they knew a loved one who had perished or had friends who had. Harry knew that it was not his fault, not by any means but he still felt sadness for those who had lost. For him the final battle had been a new beginning. He had avenged the death of his parents, Cedric Diggory, his godfather, Sirius Black and all those who had died defending the cause. The moment it was over, Harry had felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders, he could now get on with his life. He had wanted nothing more than to escape the wizarding world and all the people who looked up to him and had come to the muggle world. This surprised him initially as his experiences as a child were not the greatest. Yet he put all that behind him and had enrolled at the local university (with a little help from Dumbledore to acquire the correct paperwork) and had begun a course on physical education. He really enjoyed his course, especially the practical side of it. Harry was grateful that he had inherited enough money to live off so that he was able to enjoy a career and not have to worry about money. Harry's musings cam to a halt as Draco finally began to speak.

As it turned out Draco had come to Harry because he was sick of being hounded by the wizarding press. His father had been discovered in hiding in the Himalayan Mountains along with a group of ex-Death Eaters. They were planning a come back. They obviously hadn't gotten the fact that their leader, Voldemort – supposedly the greatest, most powerful wizard had been beaten by an eighteen year old boy, who had previously beaten him on many other occasions, most notably his survival of the killing curse at age one. As a result of his father's return to London and his subsequent execution, Draco's own loyalty had been called into question b y a few lesser reporters who were not content with the fact that a Malfoy could be anything but evil.

Harry could sympathise with Draco's desire to escape undesirable press, as he himself had had to deal with that quite often and it was never pleasant. But the main question was why he had come here; surely he could have visited his own friends and stayed there? Harry's question did not come as a surprise to Draco as he had answered the exact same question the night before. He knew that Harry still didn't trust him entirely and he accepted that, he just wished that they could now move beyond all the childish teasing which they had subjected themselves to while studying at Hogwarts.

"Why did I come here? Harry I would have thought that you of anyone would have understood, my predicament. My friends – if you could call them that, at Hogwarts mostly fought for Voldemort or died in the War. I was left with very little option. This is all despite the fact that I would give anything to live with a gorgeous man such as you." He gave Harry the once over. Taking in his sleep mussed hair and toned abs and golden thighs which were on display due to Harry's scantily dresses form.

He had not thought to put anything else on. Harry presently was dressed in a pair of green boxers with golden snitched zooming around; on his feet he wore a pair of socks, a present from Dobby the house elf. Harry, only just noticing his lack of dress moved to cover himself from Draco's scrutinising eyes. Had he not been so preoccupied with avoiding Draco's eyes he would have noticed the lust that lingered in Draco's' silver eyes. Not that Draco realised his own feelings at this point either. To tell the truth, he did not know why he had come to Harry to escape the media circus. He suspected that it was because he respected Harry's wizarding ability and had come to like the person he had become as they had worked together in the war. He never even thought that it could be something more.

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A/N: Don't you just love clueless Harry? He's so adorable. Draco will clue up soon enough. I'm hoping for a natural progression of their relationship. So nothing too dramatic will happen for a while, but don't worry, when we get there it will all be worth it. You gotta love Harry/Draco; they make such a cute couple!