A/N: Hello readers. What's up? So, this is my very first story that I have ever wrote.
This story has been bugging me restless for about 3months, and one day I decided to "try" to write it, it's still in progress, but I hope that I can post the other chapters soon. The story will be about Draco and Harry (my 2 favorites) and it'll be Romance/Drama/Hurt/Comfort/Angst/Tragedy well all of them together. I already see the end of the story, but till then we're going to have some fun by writing it, ok? I hope you won't be too strong with my writing skills, after all English is not my native language. Ok, I talk too much.
Here's the love story of Draco and Harry…

THANKS TO MY LOVELY BETA frozenteardrop13!

Prologue

Draco Malfoy sat in the middle of the darkest room in the Manor, a deep frown on his face as he thought through what had happened a few hours ago, shuddering at the thought. The Dark Lord was defeated, gone forever. It should've been a day full of celebrations for him and his Mother. [[BETA NOTE: I don't understand what you mean by this line. Are you asking Why his mother wasn't celebrating? Why only his Mother?

Narcissa Malfoy, for the first time in her life, killed a human being. She was in her own room, clearly in shock. Draco never in his whole life felt this helpless. He wanted to do something. First thing on his agenda was to release all the house-elves that had served the Malfoy family for centuries. He half ran, half walked to his own bedroom, flung open his wardrobe, grabbed the extensive amount of clothing there, and returned to the room that he was previously in. He summoned all the house-elves at once. After many "cracks" sounded in the room, all the little creatures appeared.

"M-Master called?" stuttered one of the elves.

"Take these clothes, all of you! I'm freeing you all. No questions! Get out of this house, right now!" said Draco, commandingly.

He started to go to his Mother's room. Before entering, he took a deep breath, released it slowly, and opened the door of Narcissa's bedroom.

"Obliviate!"

Chapter 1:

A Few years later.

Harry Potter was sitting at his kitchen table, at Grimmauld Place. His ex-girlfriend Ginny Weasley was leaving today. She had an upcoming match and she was getting ready to leave. He did not know how he felt at the moment. They had last made love a year ago, after which they began to fall apart, he didn't understand what the problem was. Was it him, or was it her? He questioned himself a lot on this matter. He thought that he was the one to blame, but one month ago he found out that Ginny had, in her own words, had a "one night-stand", and she felt better with that man instead of Harry. That was the reason she gave about why she couldn't continue their relationship.

Then Harry found out that the guy that Ginny was with just happened to be her team-mate Jerry, whose last name he couldn't remember. They were together before Harry knew about her afair. Harry allowed her to stay a bit longer with him until her next Quidditch match, and after that she wouldn't ever come back.

"I'm ready to leave now, Harry. Thanks so much for being such a good friend to me, and I'm sorry about how things turned out." Said Ginny, walking towards him. She gave him a warm hug. Harry melted into her arms, closing his eyes and breathing in her sweet scent for the last time. He hugged her back a bit tighter and then stepped back from her.

"Write me and tell me how the match goes, ok? I'll look out for your owl." Said Harry.

"Of course. I probably should go now; Jerry is waiting for me already. Good bye Harry."

"Bye Gin." And with that she gathered her belongings, stepped into the fireplace and disappeared into the green fire. Harry sat in his chair, unmoving for several hours. He looked around himself, at the dimly lit walls of his kitchen, and the realization hit him hard. I'm all alone.

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Several weeks later, Harry found himself scowling at some vegetables at the market that was around the corner of his street. He shrugged and started to choose some things that might become handy for that nights dinner. As he stretched his arm to pick up some greens, a pale hand beat him there and picked the same vegetables that he wanted to pick for himself. He turned his head slightly to the right and his eyes widened. He could not believe who it was. After many years, he finally met up with him, but he was still surprised to see the same pointed, smug and pale face, completed by his lean figure and his white-blond hair. Harry didn't know, until then, that his eyes weren't only silver-gray, but it held just a tint of sky-blue. They were also a bit warmer than he had ever seen them before.

"Good afternoon Potter." Said Draco Malfoy, his voice was still the same, well just a bit huskier.

"What are you doing here Malfoy?" said Harry frowning and a bit puzzled.

"Well, as you can see, this is a market where you can buy food, and…"

"Oh shut up! I didn't mean that," snapped Harry. "I didn't mean here, here. What are you doing in Muggle London?"

"I live here."

"Excuse me?"

"I don't repeat myself, but for retarded people like you, I'll repeat, I live here, and yes in Muggle London."

"Wow." was all Harry could manage.

Draco scowled just a bit, and muttered, "You haven't changed at all."

"Draco, if you'd like, maybe we should cook some spaghetti today." A female voice said behind Draco.

"Yes, sure." replied Draco without turning. Harry started to ask who it was, but the question died in his throat as the owner of the voice came out from behind Draco. Narcissa Malfoy hadn't changed at all. She was still the same elegant and beautiful woman that Harry had seen several times. What was most shocking was the fact that she was not wearing dress robes, but a summer dress with colorful flowers.

"Oh, I don't think I know your friend." before either of them could protest that they were definitely not friends, she continued: "I'm Narcissa Malfoy. Nice to meet you Mr…?"

"Potter. Harry Potter. Call me Harry." clearly baffled, he extended his hand and they shook. Harry through Draco an incredulous glance, that clearly said 'What the HELL?'

"Mum, go get some stuff for dinner. I'll be there in a minute." said Draco.

"Ask him to come over tonight for dinner, dear. It was nice to meet you Harry."

"Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Malfoy."

"You are my Draco's friend, so to you I'm Narcissa."

"Ok." agreed Harry uncertainly.

"See you." with that she left them.

"What the heck was that about? Friend? Me and you? This must be a terrible dream." He all but growled at Draco, shaking his head, as if trying to clear out a bad memory. "Why didn't she recognize me?"

Draco seemed to be deep in thought because he looked confused.

"Oh, I…I should probably go now. So, if you want to come to dinner…" said Draco, and dug in his shorts pocket. He drew out a piece of paper. "…here's the address of our apartment, it's not so far from here." Harry looked at him quizzically. "Look, just come, ok? It'll make Mum happy."

He drew in a deep breath and released it slowly. "We'll talk about this later, but now I have to go. Come around at 6 p.m. if you want to. Bye." He turned around and walked elegantly away from a very much-confused Harry. He saw some of the girls and women who were shopping eye Draco with awe and scowl at him, as if it was his own fault that Draco didn't look at them. Harry shook his head, shrugged his shoulders and finished his shopping before he returned home. Part of his mind was already deciding what he would wear when he went to Malfoys' place.

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