Draco groaned at the look on his lover's face. He knew the familiar argument was going to come up again. How could it not? They had been arguing about it for months, and it seemed the tension had finally reached boiling point. As Harry opened his mouth, Draco spoke first, trying to cut the argument off.

"Don't." he snapped quickly, giving Harry a warning look. Both Harry and Draco had secured good jobs at the ministry. Harry had become one of the most well known Aurors like Mad-eye Moody.

Although Voldemort had long been defeated, there were still many dark wizards roaming the wizarding world. Many of them were rogue death eaters, in denial that their lord had been defeated. Some of them were trying to bring Voldemort back, even though Harry had reduced the Dark Lord to nothing more than a pile of ash.

Draco didn't try for an Auror position like Harry. Harry, still the Gryffindor savour he ever was, didn't mind risking his life on a daily basis to help other people. But Draco had long ago decided he was far to handsome to be taken from the world before his time and a risky job like that just wouldn't do.

So he applied to the ministry, and was stuck in a department that he didn't want to be in. he worked in the department dealing with the misuse of Muggle artefacts.

All he knew was that his job was unbelievably annoying. He basically dealt with everything that everyone didn't want to. Like exploding toilets. And toasters that attacked by firing burning slices of toast at the nearest person's head. There had even once been an incident where a Muggle had been eaten by his own doormat. Harry sat down heavily.

"You're late." Harry accused. Draco reached in the cupboard.

"I wasn't aware I had a curview." He said lightly. Harry was glaring.

"You were with him weren't you?" Harry snapped, standing up. Draco sighed. This is where the argument always began.

"Yes, Harry, I was with Lucas. Look, I don't see what your problem is!" he yelled.

"He's my friend. Just my friend. How many times do I have to tell you that? What, do you not trust me or something?" he snapped. Harry sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Of course I trust you. Its just there's something not right about him. The way he looks at you…he's a creep." Harry admitted.

"He's my best friend!" Draco snapped. "Do I get jealous of you and the weasel? No." he muttered.

"Its different. Ron…I've known Ron forever." Harry reasoned. "You haven't even known Lucas that long." He pointed out.

"Harry I don't want to fight about this again." Draco said soothingly.

Harry dodged Draco's attempted kiss. "Well I do!" he said stubbornly.

"I can see it in his eyes. I always get this weird feeling about him. The way he looks at you. He's no good, Draco." Harry said finally. Draco frowned.

"Well what do you want me to do? Cut him out of my life completely just because you have a 'feeling' about him?" he asked sarcastically. Harry ignored the sarcasm completely.

"Well that would be great." He huffed.

"I'm not going to do that Harry. I wouldn't ask you to get rid of the weasel." He said defensively.

"But I've known Ron since-"

"I don't bloody care!" Draco yelled. He could feel tears of frustration welling in his eyes. Since when had things been this bad? This recurring argument was really starting to affect his relationship with Harry.

In fact, he couldn't recall a day where they didn't end up fighting about Lucas. For a moment, Draco considered giving up his friendship with Lucas to pacify Harry, but changed his mind quickly. He wouldn't let Harry bully him!

"Harry, please. I would never be unfaithful to you, you know that, right?" Draco asked slowly. Harry nodded slowly. Trust was one thing they had always had.

"Then I don't see a problem. Lucas is really great once you get to know him." he said gently.

Harry exploded. "He wants you! I call fucking tell, Malfoy!" he roared.

"Oh, so now I'm Malfoy?" Draco asked angrily. "At least Lucas and I never fight like this, Potter!" he hissed. Lucas was the gentlest person Draco had ever met. He just couldn't understand why Harry felt so passionate about breaking them apart.

"Well if Lucas is so fucking great why don't you go to him?" he challenged.

"Maybe I will!" Draco shot back. He turned his back on Harry and made his way to the door. He couldn't take another minute arguing with Harry like this. He stormed through the hallway. As he touched the door handle, Harry spoke.

"You're actually leaving?" Harry asked, shocked. He never expected Draco to take him up on his challenge. Things never usually got this far, Draco thought sadly. Draco turned the handle and opened the door slightly. A burst of cold air was let into the house.

"I swear, if you walk out that door, we're over!" Harry shouted suddenly. Draco froze. No. It had never gotten this far out of hand before. They would argue, then Harry would end up kissing him in the heat of the moment.

Make-up sex was always Draco's favourite. Draco turned to look at Harry. His usually soft and kind green eyes were blazing with pure anger. There wouldn't be any kisses this time.

"I'm sorry, Harry." He choked. He flung the door open and stepped out into the cold outside. Harry was left standing in the hallway in shock. He didn't even blink when the door slammed shut.


Harry was sitting in the kitchen numbly. He never thought he would ever break up with Draco. It was mostly the shock that Draco was leaving that made him shout out. He threatened Draco with ending their relationship, yet he still left. Left, to be with his precious Lucas, Harry thought bitterly.

He hadn't been making it up to cause fights; he really sensed something strange about Draco's friend. Firstly, he was just to good to be true. Harry tried to welcome him in the beginning, thinking it would be good for Draco to have another friend. But then the strange behaviour began. Lucas refused to go anywhere with Draco while Harry was present.

So that meant Draco was away more and more. Between Harry's work and the time Draco was spending with Lucas, they hardly saw each other. So Harry refused to be pushed out of the picture. He ignored Lucas's request and simply spent time with Draco anyway, wherever they went. Then the looks began. The evil glares Lucas sent him behind Draco's back. As soon as the blonde turned around, he would be the sweet and innocent Lucas again. Harry could barely stand it.

He tried telling Draco, but then the arguments began. The arguments worsened as Lucas began getting closer and closer to Draco. Harry saw each and every lingering touch Lucas gave Draco. Whenever Lucas looked at Draco, his gaze was filled with pure lust. Harry was suddenly filled with anger. How dare Draco do this?

If he was forced to choose between Draco and Ron, Harry regretted to admit he would always choose Draco. He had hoped the same thing had gone for his lover over his friends. Obviously not. He shifted into the lounge and slumped on the sofa. So that was it. Their relationship was over.

He would have to speak with Hermione in the morning. She would make him feel better. She had had her doubts about Lucas's trustworthiness too. He couldn't help but smile at Hermione and Ron's reaction to his relationship with Draco. Ron had nearly had a heart attack. Hermione had been very accepting, and suggested they all came round for dinner, to put aside the animosity they had felt in the past.

The actual dinner had been rather quiet and Draco was, surprisingly, being very well behaved around Ron. Harry smiled again as he remembered what happened near the end of the meal.

"This was very delicious." Hermione said gracefully as she lowered her fork. Ron said nothing. Hermione kicked him under the table.

"Ah! I-I mean yeah. It was alright." He grumbled.

"Did you make this, Draco?" Hermione asked, using Draco's first name easily. Harry was surprised how easily it slipped off her tongue, considering she had called him Malfoy for a large period of her life. Draco shook his head.

"No, I didn't. Alas, my culinary skills are limited when it comes to using Muggle appliances. Harry cooks everything." He admitted, remembering the first time Harry had tried to teach him how to use the cappuccino maker. The entire kitchen, and Draco, had ended up covered in coffee beans. Hermione was surprised Harry was such a good cook.

"You think this tastes good, you should taste Harry's dick." He said, completely unabashed. Hermione made a squeaking noise. She never would have expected Draco to be so forward. Ron had missed his plate completely and ended up stabbing the table, the metal sinking into the expensive wooden table. Draco blinked and looked up, surprised at all their actions.

"What?" he asked innocently. Harry groaned.

"Its called spotted dick, Draco." Harry corrected quickly. Ron sighed with relief and Hermione's blush subsided. Draco shrugged.

"I don't care if the pudding is spotted or not, the way Harry makes it, its really tasty." He informed the table. He turned to Ron, sensing his discomfort.

"Would you like to try some? Harry made a very large one yesterday." He told the redhead. Ron shook his head and never touched another pudding. When they left, Draco's smirk told all. The little bugger had known exactly what he had been saying.

He buried his face in his pillow. He was going to miss Draco so much, even though he hated the blonde right now. He could have stayed. He should have stayed! But obviously their relationship didn't mean as much to Draco as Harry had first thought.

Draco had no other choice but to go to Lucas. He couldn't believe Harry would threaten him like that. He knocked on the door and waited for an answer nervously. Lucas was at the door within seconds, a smile on his face.

"You know you're free to Apparate in any time, don't you?" he said gently. Draco looked down.

"I've broken up with Harry," he said. It sounded horrible to his own ears. Realisation hit Draco and his eyes filled with tears. He turned away, realising how utterly pathetic he must look to Lucas. Lucas stared at him sympathetically and pulled him into the house.

"Oh, Draco," he led the blonde to the sofa and sat him down.

"Would you like a drink?" he asked. Draco nodded miserably. Lucas poured Draco a drink.

"C-can I stay here with you for a little while?" Draco asked. Lucas smiled.

"Of course. You can stay as long as you like!" he offered. Draco gave him a wobbly smile.

"Thank you." he said quietly. He missed Harry, but he had always enjoyed spending time with Lucas. Now he could be here with his friend without thinking of Harry and feeling guilty. Draco stared down at his glass.

"I-I don't usually drink." He said, giving it back. Lucas pushed it back.

"I think this occasion deserves it." he said. Draco eyed the drink. It would help him forget about Harry, he thought. Knowing he couldn't hold his liquor, Draco downed the drink anyway and passed the empty glass to Lucas, signalling he wanted another. Lucas was happy to oblige and gave the blonde a refill. Soon, all thoughts of Harry were replaced by a pleasant buzz. He sighed and let his head rest on Lucas's shoulder.

"Stupid Potter." He mumbled. Draco was falling asleep, lulled by the warmth of the fire, until he felt Lucas slide his hand up the back of his shirt. Draco supposed it was an accident and just stayed still. He was too comfortable to move. He let out a small whine as he felt Lucas shifting him.

Draco blinked. He was now lying on top of Lucas. He sighed. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine it was Harry holding him. He could pretend everything was back to normal, like Harry still loved him. As the blonde as drifting off to sleep, Lucas reversed their positions and pinned Draco to the sofa by his wrists. Draco sobered up a little when Lucas kissed him. Draco moved his head away.

"W-what are you doing?" he shouted. Lucas smiled.

"Your beautiful, Draco." Lucas purred. Draco froze. Only Harry was allowed to call him that. Only Harry. Lucas kissed him again and Draco struggled to get away.

"No! Lucas, I'm sorry, but I love Harry!" he said truthfully. Lucas held him down.

"You're a fucking tease, Draco." Lucas said angrily. His voice changed dramatically. Lucas started pulling off Draco's shirt, not caring that he was breaking off buttons as he went. Draco took this opportunity to pull away, but Lucas just dragged him to the floor. Draco never remembered Lucas being so strong. Or perhaps it was the fact that he had drunk so much alcohol.

"Lucas…stop," he begged, but Lucas paid no attention. Harry had been right. All along, Harry had been right! Why the hell hadn't he listened? I mean, Harry was one of the best Aurors in the business. Harry was the best judge of character, yet Draco had completely ignored his warnings about Lucas.

Draco felt Lucas's hands in his boxers and he knew what was going to happen. "I don't want this!" Draco told him, his voice wavering. Lucas obviously didn't care and continued with his task of stripping the blonde. Draco knew his only escape would be to Apparate. He reached around wildly for his wand. Lucas smirked, knowing what Draco was looking for. "I took that from you quite a while ago." He said. Draco's eyes widened.

Without his wand, he was completely helpless. He was inebriated, and coupled with Lucas's apparent strength; there was nothing much he could do. He kicked out, but his attacks were futile. "Now, come on baby. It'll hurt less if you relax." Lucas purred in his ear. This attempt did not soothe Draco. Draco closed his eyes, wishing he hadn't been so quick to dismiss Harry's suspicions.


To be continued…..

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