It's a normal Monday morning for Harry, get up at 9, head out for a coffee at half past, and then slowly meander his way into work to be there by 10. The only difference today is the empty building, no, that's not right, the empty building is the same, it's just not empty anymore.

He was disappointed when the coffee shop closed down last year, it was his first stop every morning for croissants; he'd developed a little bit of an obsession for them – the supermarket ones just aren't the same – but it looks like he won't be getting his croissants there again anytime soon, judging by the sign in the window asking for used books – Must be a new book shop opening.

Good luck to them; Harry thinks as he passes by, He might drop in once it's open, he needs a few new books to read; not that he really has the time to read. The thing Harry fails to notice is that Draco Malfoy is stood just behind the sign in the window watching him walk by.

Draco must be mistaken. 'Pull yourself together, it's just someone who looks like Potter' he mutters to himself. There's no way he could have possibly chosen to move to the same town Potter lives in, Potter lives in Scotland, it can't be him.

With this in mind, Draco sets about making sure he has everything on his list he's going to need to buy today; it's mainly bookshelves, and paint, but there's a few small things such as lights and a safe; things he'd not thought about before.

Draco can't stop thinking about this morning; he's sure it was Potter he saw, no-one else could really have hair so hideous, right? Maybe he should have gone out and spoken to him? No, cause if it really wasn't him he'd have looked like a fool, and Malfoys never look like fools. Plus Potter doesn't know that Draco's changed, nobody really knows how much Draco's changed; how much he regrets his choices; but it's all in the past.

Now, is him trying to decide how many bookshelves he's going to need. He should have measured the walls or something. Maybe if he takes like, 12, then he can see how many more he'll need? Yeah, that'll work. He just needs to get them down now…. Discreetly, he levitates them down and on to his cart to join the 6 tins of white paint and 3 tins of green. He has ideas for how to decorate the walls, but he's not sure how plausible they are; after all Draco's no artist.

Harry's day seems to be going from bad to worse today; he was late to work – how do you be late to work when you live 5 minutes away and leave half an hour early?! – but better than that, the 2 people he works with in the kitchens went out drinking last night, so of course, they're too 'ill' to be at work today.

He seems to be able to cope with the work load to begin with; it's always quite before lunch, but once the rush starts; he's got no chance, his order of 7 deserts go out on time; and get dropped on the stairs by the waiter. Excellent. That's something he'd never have done.

The only way to really be able to get on top of all the work is with magic, and it's something Harry rarely does anymore, it's not that he doesn't find it useful, he just doesn't want to be reminded of all the bad things that could happen, that have happened.

Harry finishes one dessert in record time, then has a quick glance around to check there's no one there and mutter a quiet spell under his breath; before him now stand 8 identical desserts; 7 replacements and one in-case he needs more copies. He sure hopes they taste okay; it's been a while since he did magic on food.

With Draco's list nearing complete, all he needs to pick up now is a new lock for the door; he heads back to the shop. His first task is to paint the walls, all with a base layer of white, this takes him longer than he'd expected, it's something he's never had to do before, but he finds himself surprisingly enjoying it.

Draco mutters a quick drying spell and begins the green detail on the walls, he chose emerald green for its connection to Slytherin, but also, possibly cause he had Potter in his mind as he was choosing his colours; there's something about Potter's eyes that Draco envied him for, he'd spent more time than he'd like to admit to staring at the vividness of the colour.

Another 3 hours later and Draco had semi-successfully finished the green on the walls; it's not quite how he envisioned it; more like random swirls than a tree with extended branches, but that's okay, he quite likes how it looks. He'd really like to start setting up the shelves; but being after 9pm, he should probably eat considering he skipped lunch for shopping.

Draco reaches the door up to his apartment and extinguishes all the lights with a flick of his wrist; He should probably get a cat, or a house rabbit. He doesn't have time to be walking a dog, but his apartment is rather lonely on his own… that's something to consider after food, for now; he just needs to eat.

With a quick dig through his freezer Draco finds a lasagne for one and pops it in the microwave for 5 minutes. While that's cooking he turns on the TV and flicks through the channels; he still finds it amazing what the muggles have managed to accomplish without magic; he honestly doesn't know why he's been scared of them for his whole life.

Settling on watching an old episode of Heroes; an odd TV show where it's almost as if the actors are wizards, he fetches his lasagne and settles down to eat. It's not long before the day's work catches up on him and he's fast asleep on the sofa with a plastic tray by his face.