"She said she needed time to think about it." The voice of Draco Malfoy cut through the once quiet office. The solicitor that was sitting across the desk from Draco was furiously typing away on a muggle contraption, stealthily note taking and professionally ignoring the Malfoy intruder. "Can you believe it?"

The question was voiced to no one in particular, but the only other occupant in the office was silent for a response, which caused Draco to continue with his rhetorical questioning. "I mean it's a proposal of marriage, it's a yes or no question, what is there to think about?"

There was a moment of pause from the solicitor but it was only for a second to glare at the painting on the wall directly behind Draco. Draco moved from the couch beneath the painting to the leather club chair positioned in front of the desk made from chrome and glass. Draco had been a part of that shopping trip for the furniture. He had been dragged from furniture store from High Street all the way to country side, looking for the exact look that described the serious but not too stiff solicitor's office.

It had been a Thursday, rainy and cold, which was typical England weather for the early fall day. Draco had been late to rise, feigning another sick day to recover fully from the round of flu that plagued his body. Truly it was to sleep off the hangover, but the great thing about being the chief executive officer of the Malfoy Inc., was that he was truly a figurative boss, while true brains ran the funds and estate.

He was just the lucky shmuck that had the last name Malfoy. He had been lounging in his bed, surrounded by remnants of body heat and down comforter. He was casually watching the telly, a morning program following the series of football matches played the night before, discussing the wins and losses, the statistics of each players and the future to come. Draco had never seen a game of football as a child, muggle related things were beneath the Malfoy's station and tastes; but after the second war he had been introduced to the game and became quite a fanatic supporter.

As he watched the program, discussing the upcoming season, he heard the faint noise of voices on the main level of his town house. For a moment, there was an internal struggle in his head, to remain in the blissful station of his bed watching mindless television, or go find whose voice was occupying his kitchen.

Obviously his curiosity won out.

He languidly pulled himself from the bed, his silky bed clothes fell loosely around his body, he grabbed a housecoat and his leather slippers, and he slipped stealthily down the stairs.

"I only need to pick up a few things." The male voice reverberated off the teak cupboards. "You know the essentials, a desk, and a few pieces of furniture, nothing special you know officey stuff. I figured we could go to that big box store down the road."

There was a sound of a flesh hitting flesh, and a yelp. "Bloody hell Astoria, what is your problem."

"Seriously Mr. Potter, picking up a few essential things, officey stuff. No friend of mine will have a space that has furniture that is nothing special. Harry, your office is the portrait you will display to your cliental. You want to be essential, officey, and nothing special? No you don't." Astoria Greengrass demanded making Draco Malfoy roll his eyes at his conversation partaking between his mate and his girlfriend.

"I guess you are right." Harry muttered. "But I just need some stuff to tide me-" Another sound of flesh hitting flesh again causing Harry to stop his statement. "Will you stop hitting me." Harry snapped, and Draco snickered from his hiding spot and took that moment to walk into the kitchen to see Harry Potter glower at Astoria Greengrass. "It's a little early for physical abuse, don't you think darling?" He drawled as he moved to the cooling fridge for a bottle of water.

Astoria turned slightly to glance at Draco and take in his attire. "A little late to still be in bedclothes don't you think dear? Shouldn't you be at work?" Astoria threatened through her teeth before going to the cupboard and pulling a third mug to the counter. She went to preparing three cups of tea for the other occupants.

"Touché." Draco laughed and nudge his girlfriend as he stepped up next to her and accepted the mug of tea. "So Potter, what are you doing at my house this early, I don't think we have any business dealings to discuss." He glanced at his watch, the calendar on the wall and back to Harry. Harry Potter was dressed in a loose grey cashmere sweater, a tan sports jacket and a pair of dark denim pants; he was no longer the boy of oversized hand-me down clothing. Thanks to the fashion guidance of Draco's girlfriend, and his own mother, the boy who lived was a man that had clothing that lived up to the man living in them. His hair was still untamable, but it was the classic Potter look paired with his black frames and the lightning blemish.

"Draco if you are going to be insufferable please return to your room." Astoria sighed with a smile on her face. Draco rolled his eyes at the command. "As if it is all impossible for Harry to stop by for any reason besides work or to see you." She sipped her tea and smiled again at the Malfoy heir.

"Well then, what is he doing here?" Draco asked again. This was his kitchen, these were his cups they were drinking out of, he didn't invite them over this morning, sure Astoria had been there from the night before but he didn't agree to this get together.

"Harry has stopped by to ask me for help decorating his office." Astoria explained to him as if he was four.

"Um, I didn't actually say-

"Well of course you did." Astoria said patting Harry's arm that was on the counter. "We were just about to pop over to High Street to look at the boutiques for some office furniture."

"Sounds like a fabulously domestic morning you got there Potter." Draco laughed as he pulled his robe tighter. "Can't say I am all that jealous."

"Then why are you bringing it up?" Harry dared him. The glint in the boy who lived eyes struck a chord in the heir's mind. Draco glanced at Harry over the rim of his cup. He took a long slow gulp before setting his cup to the counter.

"I'm not jealous." Draco said, enforcing his previous statement. "You two go have your fun; I will stay here and recover by myself."

"Draco, you truly don't want to come with us, it won't be any fun for you. Stay here, rest up and I will come over for dinner tonight." Astoria said kissing his cheek and she look mischievously over at Harry who conspiratorially winked at her, this all happened without Draco noticing.

"What if I want to go?" Draco cleared his throat as he watched the pair start towards the door of the kitchen.

Harry turned as he held a jacket for Astoria to slip into, "No mate, you should stay in bed, I heard about your flu."

"Bloody hell, I am not sick, I want to come." Draco snapped.

"Draco really, it's okay pet,we will be okay without you." Astoria said as she buttoned the front of her pea coat. Harry was securing a scarlet scarf around his neck.

"Damn it, I am coming with the both of you." Draco growled and without realizing he had been had by the pair, he apparated to his room, magicked an outfit and appeared back in the hallway grabbing his own jacket.

It had been a hellish day, cramming into Harry's auto, claiming it would be best to go muggle transportation, and needing the larger suv space. Harry drove, Astoria took the passenger seat, leaving Draco in the back seat, among Teddy's muck. The few boutiques turned into a day of rummaging around displays, sifting through stores, and purchasing more than a few essential pieces. The pair argued over a wood desk, bulky and roll top fashion, to a modern chrome frame with a glass table top. They discussed the practicality of the different types of chairs. Draco detested the word chaise now. They even ventured out to a "cute" which truly means out of the way store on the outskirts of London. But Draco spent the entire day without making so much of a groan, because he knew he fell into the trap and he didn't want the pair to win the war.

So, three years later he sat in his solicitor, business partner, and mate's office reclining in the second choice club chair, the first had been covered in a blue micro-suede fabric, this was a plain brown Italian leather, and he was discussing his recent development of his relationship with said witch Astoria Greengrass.

Truly, he was speaking to himself, because he had popped over on a Wednesday afternoon, that Draco knew to be Harry's lunch/work hour. Currently Harry Potter was typing away on his silver laptop, not heeding any attention to Draco. "Bloody hell Potter, are you listening to me at all?"

Harry glanced up, his green eyes focused on Draco for a moment before returning to his computer screen, "I told you the moment you stepped in that I was going to be working. I wasn't pulling Merlin's balls when I said that."

"And you call yourself a respectable business man." Draco laughed at the lewd comment from Harry. "Do you kiss Pippa with that mouth of yours?"

"No, but I do kiss your mum with this mouth." Harry muttered darkly and smirked at the cleared throat from his friend, and for good measure, "And she said she liked it."

"Enough of that now." Draco rubbed the mental picture of his mate and his mum lip locked for a moment. "The mental picture is going to be worth decades of therapy."

"You were the one asking me about who I used my mouth on." Harry snickered innocently forcing Draco to yet again rub his eyes as if to physically remove the mental image. "So what were you droning on about interrupting my focus on the Harris deposition?"

Draco glared at his friend.

He leaned back in his chair and propped his feet on the glass surface of the desk. "I asked Astoria to marry me again, and she said she needed to think about it."

Harry glanced at the feet belonging to his friend while saying, "Well it's better than the flat out no you got the first time."

"She didn't say no the first time, she just laughed at me." Draco groaned. "It was the second time she said no."

"Oh yeah, forgot about the first time was that the night we go so utterly trashed we-"Harry started and Draco simply agreed cutting off the memory. "That was a bad night."

"Yes, that is putting it mildly." Draco scrunched his face up at the memory of purging his inside of the Odgins scotch, the two hundred year old bottle Harry and himself consumed in a matter of a short hour. The magical effects coupled with the aging process caused a potent reaction. They had caused such a public debacle Harry and Draco were sent Howlers by Narcissa Malfoy each demanding their presence at the Malfoy estate. Then they were lectured to while suffering the after effects of consuming so much alcohol.

"Well I guess she has to think about it, is a step in the right direction." Harry chuckled as he brought his attention back to the contracts that he was piecing together for a meeting he had later next week.

Life, post war, had taken multiple interesting turns for Harry James Potter. The first few had been all about Teddy, his friendships with Ron and Hermione, and simply surviving the whiplash of adulthood and the reaction of the wizarding population. He had been courted with all different offers, from marriage to jobs. But Harry had only one job on his mind and that was to be the best parent to Teddy he could possibly have. Then the friendship of the group waxed and waned often because Harry wasn't always available, and neither were the romantic pair. Then the wedding happened and it was the straw that killed the friendship camel's back.

That was also around the time, Teddy was starting primer school giving Harry a new outlook on his days. He sat for a general education exam, passing on the first try and was able to apply to a few muggle colleges. He then achieved his B.A. in finance after two years of study, and proving to have a fabulously empirical mind for numbers. He was then courted by all types of hedge funds, wanting his analytical mind to create money.

During his time with the Dellion Group, he managed the fund for large businesses that invested large amounts of money to create a greater profit. One of the companies was Malfoy Inc., in came the next unexpected turn. Harry had to work closely with the Malfoy heir, who was suspicious to find the boy who lived working as some financial manipulator in a muggle office. But as the dividends magically grew, and the pair worked together a mutual understanding existed between the pair. Then as time passed by the understanding became a friendship and a close bond. Harry was able to be himself without having to be careful of his brilliance, not constantly checking himself of hurting his friend's feelings. There was not overshadowing Draco Malfoy.

The friendship between the pair even worked out the familial relationship between Andromeda and Nacissa, creating a bond that had been broken over decades past. Harry had returned Grimmald place to Andromeda, saying the memories were too hard to live with, so he bought his own posh town house in a neighborhood close to Teddy's private school and closer to his office. Then Harry quit the Dellion Group after creating his second billion to go back to school to study law. He finished up his education quickly and had passed the bar exam the first attempt and had become the lawyer of choice to high profile wizarding families. He understood their lifestyles being a part of the circle. He had been practicing law for the past three years.

During the past three years were also filled with turns as well, but why give away all the goods.

" But what would there be to think about?" Draco scoffed at the idea. True the first time he had proposed to Astoria they had been dating for a short five months, but if there was one thing Draco knew was his feelings towards others. It took a while for Draco to become comfortable with a new person, and even longer to call them friend and for someone to become part of his inner circle wasn't often. He had met Astoria a handful of times in his youth, but she was the younger sister of Daphne Greengrass that was shipped to the continent for school and to live with her paternal grandparents. But after the ending of the war, Draco and his mother had been spending their lives in isolated seclusion. They were found innocent of the war crimes, but they knew socially they had been found guilty. So Draco and Narcissa shied away from the prominent life style. Slowly rebuilding themselves from the inside out.

It had been the off chance the pair met, a freak accident if you will, a practical joke gone very much wrong, causing Draco to visit St. Mungos. The same day where Astoria was doing her magical maladies rotation, she was in her four year of training to be a healer, and had reassigned to the London branch of St. Mungos. The same day Draco came to get cured of his condition. Draco took to Astoria like she was oxygen to a new baby's lungs.

Harry and Narcissa were both enthralled by the reaction between the pair. Narcissa was astatic because her son was becoming serious with a woman, she did not care if she was witch or muggle, just excited to see her son show interest beyond himself, the family business and his close friends. Harry was impressed because she was able to tease his friend, and laughed at the relationship between Astoria and Draco. They were quite rude and sarcastic with each other. Plus Astoria and Harry hit it off fabulously.

So the relationship spread like wildfire, on the Malfoy side, and he proposed after four short months, it was New Year's Eve, and at midnight he got down on one knee in front of the entire holiday party and proposed. She laughed in his face, kissed his lips and did not respond to his question. After a week of festering, Draco and Astoria had their first fight. Their relationship did not end but they were not engaged. It took Draco another sixteen months to get past the courage up again to ask Astoria for her hand in marriage. She had just completed her Healer courses and Draco had taken her to a special dinner to celebrate.

Being the major pompous arse he was born to be, Draco made it through the first course before setting the ring down in front of her and asking her to become his wife. She politely declined the offer and went about her dinner. The rest of the evening that had been planned around Astoria saying yes was quiet, awkward and tense. It wasn't until they were on the front stoop of her apartment building did Draco finally demand why her answer was negative. Hence the second major argument the pair had, which for a two week stint neither Harry nor Narcissa knew if the pair were together or had broken up. Harry treated it as if Draco was a single man, doing his due diligence by partying it up, spending nights consuming all the alcohol bars and clubs had to offer, but typically Draco would go find his way back Astoria at the end of the night. It worked out for Harry because he was having his own relationship developments and he needed to clear his own head. Teddy was off to his first year of Hogwarts so Harry was able to be the drunken friend Draco seemed to need.

But that was two years ago, the pair seemed to get past the rift. They hadn't quite committed to living together, although Astoria spent every night at Draco's place and eighty percent of her worldly possessions were kept at Draco's townhouse.

"I truly don't understand what her deal is." Draco said to himself mostly. It was a habit Harry noticed that Draco developed in this four year romantic entanglement Draco had with Astoria. If Draco was deep in thought and he was focused on Astoria, the Malfoy heir would mutter whatever he was thinking out loud. "I mean bloody hell she has her post sent to my house."

"Well Malfoy at least it wasn't a no." Harry said leaning back in his chair forgetting about his deposition. It could wait for tomorrow besides next appointment was going to be arriving soon.

"Well have you heard anything from her or Adda?" Draco asked.

"And what would Harry have heard from me?" Another voice asked while entering the room. A tall girl with curly blonde hair walked into the office toting a child on her hip. She was also pushing a posh pram carrying a bag and an assortment of toys. She was casually dressed, a bright smile and her face, and for a moment Harry's heart stopped. But that was the affect Adda Jacobson had on him.

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Enjoy- Ema