Thanks to my BETA Leanne T

Enjoy...

Chapter 2

Harry was already ready to go it was 4p.m., and he was nervous and he didn't know why. He made a pudding with strawberries, which were his favorite; he thought it'll be nice to bring something with him to the Malfoys. He wore a green polo shirt, which caused his eye color seem brighter, with faded blue jeans. He still had the same unruly hair. Whatever he did it wouldn't lie flat for once in his life. It was already past 4 when he decided that he should probably go. He put his wand at the back-pocket of his jeans, and went out. It was sunny, but this kind of weather didn't last long, and he was sure that by the time he came back home it would rain.

It was already 5 when he reached his destination. The building wasn't anything fancy, he looked down at the address and checked the building again. He couldn't imagine that the Malfoys would live in this kind of place. Malfoy wrote on the paper that they lived on 3rd floor 7B apartment and he started up the stairs. Now Harry found himself in front of the door. Half of his mind was screaming at him that he agreed with himself to come here, the other half was still encouraging him to knock the door. Before he could think any further he already raised his hand and knocked twice. He was kind of hoping that they wouldn't be home and he could go back, but to his, well disappointment the door opened to reveal Narcissa Malfoy.

"Harry, Draco said you'd come at 6, but not to worries it's fine, come on in."

"Oh...ok."

"Draco's not home at the moment, he forgot to buy some other ingredients so he went to the shop again. Would you like something to drink?" asked Narcissa as she led him into the living room, which wasn't much. Just typical muggle home which was very surprising for Harry.

"A water please."

"Alright." And she vanished from his sight to a door, which Harry thought must lead to the kitchen. Harry invited himself to sit on one of the sofas and looked around. He saw some pictures on the walls. Out of curiosity, he walked straight to the first picture that caught his eyes. It was Malfoy in his childhood, he still got had blonde hair and same pointed face, but he was shining brightly with happiness. He was laughing, which you wouldn't see much on his face, all you would see was a smirk. On this picture, he was happily showing the camera his new broomstick, which Harry thought was his first one. And despite the fact it was Malfoy he smiled.

"Enjoying the show." drawled a voice right next to him. Harry nearly yelped and spun around to see Malfoy casually siting on the arm of the sofa, his arms crossed.

"I…was just looking at the pictures." said Harry, as he kind of blushed. OH WHY?

"hmm" was the only response from the blonde.

"Oh Draco, you're home!" said Narcissa from the doorway of the kitchen. "Why don't you and Harry have something to drink until dinner is ready?"

"Yes, mum." answered Draco. Harry put down the picture and crossed the living room to sit opposite Draco. Draco got up and poured them each a firewhiskey. Neither of them wanted to break the silence. Draco wasn't looking at Harry, so he took his time to watch the blonde boy. He had changed a lot. He still had the same glorious effect on him, his frame was a bit rougher now, you could see his muscles stretched out under his gray shirt, he had bandaged his left forarm, Harry assumed it was the DarkMark's place. Harry returned to his face, and saw that his eyes look haunted and there were purple badges under his eyes. He looked tired and twenty years older than his real age. He frowned and opened his mouth toask a question when he was cut off.

"Has anyone ever told you that staring is rude?"

"Sorry." mumbled Harry. "I just wanted to ask, haven't you slept well? 'cos you look tired."

"And that's your business because…?" he trailed off.

"Never mind." Harry said and shook his head and turned to look at the wall and was surprised.

"Who plays the piano?" there at the far end of the living room sat a beautiful piano.

"Me." Draco answered simply. Harry looked at Draco to ask more questions, but Draco held his hand up and said. "If you ask any other question again I'll hex you into next week. And I haven't played in a while now. And again, don't ask questions." At this moment, Narcissa came back and announced that the dinner was ready.

They sat in comfortable silence and finished their dinner. Harry insisted that he wanted to help with the dishes, he had started to like Narcissa, well she was a Malfoy, but she was a Black too, and Harry saw that if she had never gotten married to Lucius Malfoy she would've been this carefree happy person that she was now. She would've been just like her sister Andromeda.

"I'm sorry, Harry dear, but I don't feel well at the moment, excuse me." she said, and gone to her rooms, closed the door after her. He looked at Draco and saw that he had a small frown on his face, but he sensed that Harry was watching and changed his face into an unreadable expression.

"Is your mom going to be alright?" Harry asked softly to Draco, who in response nodded. "Well. I should probably go. Thanks for the dinner by the way." Draco nodded again. Harry looked at his eyes and it shocked him to see that they looked older then Draco himself. He frowned, but said nothing. We are not friends, he said to himself. Not yet, he added after moment. He shook his head and made to the door when a soft voice stopped him.

"Thanks for coming Potter. I'll see you around."

"You're welcome Malfoy." and with that, he left the house.

A/N: how do you like it so far? I hope it's good, please review.