CHAPTER 1

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Harry and Blaise have been a couple for four years now and the two had quite the peculiar way of resolving their differences whenever the event came. If ever Blaise or Harry got angry at the other, they would simple go to the club nearby and flirt the bugger out of some stranger whom they had no interest for to get back at the other for something they did. This happened to be the case until the night Blaise wanted a more committal relationship with Harry but was rejected for the fourth and final time.

Harry went down to the bar Blaise usually attended to get back at him but he was nowhere to be found. Harry walked around the dance floor almost fifteen times before he gave up exhausted from having to reject numerous men asking him to dance. At one point he was getting so fed up with the hunt that he almost said yes to one man.

It wasn't until Harry got home when his stomach started to churn as he heard it the moment he walked through the door to his and Blaise's apartment.

"Oh yes, right there. Yes, yes."

Harry ran as his heart beat was louder than his breathing to the bedroom to witness what he feared all those years. His eyes saw red when he witnessed some man with chestnut brown hair sucking on Blaise's erection. Blaise smiled at seeing Harry and came without a warning in the other man's mouth. After Blaise caught his breath he opened his eyes to see Harry standing right where he was when his eyes fell shut at the orgasm.

The man turned and saw Harry standing at the door with a look between shock and absolute rage.

The man stood and confessed, "I didn't know. Blaise never told me."

At the sound of Blaise's name, Harry's eyes rimmed with tears and his throat was clogged with phlegm but he knew that if he did not turn to leave at that very moment, he would kill someone. So, he did what any sensible man would and picked up the rose shaped figurine on the dresser beside the door which Blaise gave to him as a three year anniversary gift and threw it at the wall across the room which shattered everywhere before he turned and left the apartment but it wasn't until he was in the cab which he flashed down and the cab driver asked where he was headed when he asked himself the same question.

The problem was that Hermione and Ron were still in England whereas he moved in with Blaise to a city in Canada. To Toronto onto a street called Church Street. He was not about to Apparate to England to disturb his friends but where else could he go? So he asked the cab driver to drive him to a street Downtown Toronto where he knew a store that was open late and sold Port Keys. Harry paid the driver and bought himself a Port Key of a key chain with the word 'jerk' on it. He went to the back room where the Port Keying took place and then he stood still. He really didn't want to go to his friends. This was not something he wanted to burden them with. But that wasn't his only reason. He also did not want to admit that they were right and that he failed. He wanted so much for him and Blaise to work. But his friends warned him about the other boy when they first got together. They told him that it wouldn't work and they were right.

"Hey, hurry up in there." yelled someone from beyond the closed curtain and he decided where he was to go.

With the familiar tug at his navel he was transported away from Canada and was back in England.

Harry looked at the white, fully varnished immaculate double doors, lifted his hand up and rapped hard on the door all along hoping with all his heart that someone was going to be home.

Someone was home and when the door opened, Harry looked up at the owner of the house and plastered the biggest smile he could muster at the moment, "Hello, Draco."