Here's the second part, hope you guys are liking it....wouldn't hurt for you to let me know by submitting a review!! Once again I want to thank my wonderful beta's Steph (discombobulatedperson) and Elise (LJ: icelisou68)

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Unforeseen Complications

Harry hadn't seen Alex since that day in his office with Malfoy, so when he got an early owl on his day off, he felt quite pleased. It seemed Alex had the evening off and requested Harry be dressed and ready for a night out by six, presumably to make up for not following up on their original plans.

It had Harry both excited and anxious. He always felt a bit nervous going out, especially in the wizarding world, but considering they had yet to reveal that they were together, it most likely would be in the muggle world. But the prospect of going out didn't make him nearly as nervous as the thought of what might happen once they head home.

It's not that Harry was self-conscious about his abilities in bed, because he'd had plenty of lovers before who had sung his praises, but this was the first wizard he had ever dated. With previous boyfriends, he had been constantly lying to hide his true identity, which had made it a bit easier to let go of his inhibitions. But Alex knew everything about Harry, and unfortunately, not just the information he had shared willingly.

After the defeat of Voldemort, the Prophet had become a source for all things Harry Potter and there wasn't a person who hadn't read or heard everything they said. He couldn't even live in ignorance, thinking his boyfriend wasn't shallow enough to read it, since he knew that simply wasn't the truth. On their second date, Alex had asked about Harry's relationship with Ginny, and the scandal it had caused, when Ginny was plastered on the front page going out with another man. There wasn't any truth to the article, this being after he admitted to her he was gay, but the question proved the Russian wasn't one of the few who didn't read up on his life after the war.

Harry took an ample amount of time choosing his outfit for the evening. He settled on a pair of black slacks, with a dark blue button-down. He assumed it would be best for any occasion, and he could always throw on a nice jacket if the situation called for it.

"Hey gorgeous," Alex greeted him when he opened the door. "You look great, all ready?" Harry nodded and grabbed his jacket before heading out the door. Alex slipped his arm around his waist so he could apparate them away.

When they arrived, they were just around the corner from a fancy restaurant. As soon as they had ordered, Alex took no time in asking about the incident in his office from a few days before.

"So who was that guy that got you all riled up? Vindictive ex?" Harry laughed awkwardly at his statement before repeatedly shaking his head no.

"Merlin no! Not even close. Like I said before, he was a Death Eater." Alex nodded, clearly not satisfied with the explanation. "We went to school together. Sorta school rivals I guess. Well, his father is Lucius Malfoy."

"That was the Death Eater who broke into the Ministry and then escaped Azkaban, right?"

"Yeah, you can pretty much say he was one of Voldemort's most loyal followers. Well, in our sixth year, Malfoy started taking after Daddy."

"Sixth year? Isn't that a little young to be a Death Eater?"

"Yeah, well, things were different then."

"Glad I decided to move back to Russia the year he came back." Alex had informed him of this anytime Harry talked about the war. He was a muggleborn, and he had moved to London to be closer to the wizarding community when he had graduated from school. He had then missed his family and decided to move back temporarily. It had become a much longer trip than expected with Voldemort's return, and he had only returned two years ago. "But anyway, this Malfoy guy, why isn't he in Azkaban?"

"Well, he had the mark, but there was no proof he had actually done anything illegal, so they had no grounds to lock him up." Harry face flushed in shame, not wanting to admit this, but not willing to lie. "Plus, I sorta testified on his behalf."

"Why did you do that? It didn't look like you liked the guy much, or at all." Alex sounded unsure of himself. "You don',t right?"

"Of course I don't. Malfoy isn't even gay, you have nothing to worry about." Harry answered honestly. "He just helped me and my friends out once, and I took his wand from him. The wand I used, when... you know... I don't know, I guess I felt I owed it to him."

"I get it." Alex answered, but Harry wasn't so sure if he did, because he seemed to get lost in thought for a minute. "So in your office the other day, what was his message to Ron and Hermione?"

"Oh, well you know the house they were talking about buying for their Home," Harry said, finally excited about where the conversation was going. Ron and Hermione refused his offer of Malfoy Manor and seemed to think he was crazy for buying it so he was dying to get some positive encouragement for his plan. "Well it turns out Malfoy is running M.G.C., and he actually denied their loan application because that house is his old family home. He lost it after his father was sentenced to life in Azkaban, so apparently he started up the M.G.C. to buy it back."

"So where are they going to open their home now?"

"Well, I bought the Manor." Harry said, a bit giddy. Alex grinned and leaned across the table to give him a quick kiss. "It was pretty expensive, but I think it was worth it."

"Yeah definitely, it's a good cause. So are you like their partner in this now, or are you just offering it out as a donation?"

"Well I tried to give it to them, but they wouldn't take it. Hermione wants to do it on her own. I guess it's a pride issue or something."

"Oh," Alex furrowed his brows, "So what are you going to do with the house? Move in?"

"I don't know, maybe." Harry was pretty sure he would not be moving in. He knew he could never live in a house that large, and the memories alone would probably give him nightmares. Although Draco would most likely be very upset to find out Harry Potter was living in his home, and that was almost enough temptation to do it. "I'll figure something out."

"Didn't you offer to buy the house before and Hermione told you no?" Their conversation was turning into the same one he'd had with Hermione just two days ago.

"Yeah, but I offered to sell it to them this time."

"Well, I get that, but didn't you ask them before you made such an expensive investment?" Harry shrugged. He hadn't asked them because he knew what they would say. He needed the pretense he was doing something good, to feel guilt-free as he emptied his vault. He knew how it would sound if people thought it was just to get revenge on Malfoy, but he deserved it.

"I guess I wasn't thinking too much on it," he answered a little dishonestly. He knew exactly what he was doing that day, and he was sure he would do it all over again if he had the chance.

"You know, you can be the sweetest thing ever." Alex smiled and Harry smiled back, finally not getting reprimanded for his purchase. "But remind me never get on your bad side. I had no idea you were so vengeful Mr. Potter," he said seductively. He leaned forward and captured his lips in a passionate kiss, causing Harry's cock to twitch.

"Dessert?" Harry asked. Alex's face elated and he nodded before asking the waitress for the check. It took them a few minutes to get to a safe place to disapparate, since they kept stopping to kiss and grope each other at every opportunity. Harry was incredibly horny and his home seemed to be further and further away. When they finally did arrive, to Harry's annoyance, they were not alone.

"You have some nerve Potter!" Draco Malfoy shouted from his doorstep. "What the bloody hell are you playing at?"

Harry wanted to enjoy his destruction of Malfoy, but at that moment he just wanted to strip Alex and make him scream.

"Not now Malfoy, I'm busy." Harry nudged passed him, pulling out his wand to unlock his door. Other than himself, only Hermione and Ron knew how to get into his home when it was unoccupied, and it wasn't an easy spell to master.

"Your boyfriend can wait Potter. You'll answer me now!" Harry just scoffed, gesturing for Alex to ignore him and join him on the porch, pushing Malfoy down a step. "They don't deserve my home, and you know it Potter!" Harry laughed, not being able to resist any longer. Alex walked inside and with a whispered 'Just a minute,' Harry closed the door behind him.

"They declined my offer to them anyway, so don't worry, they won't be defiling your home."

"Oh," Draco said, a bit surprised, but obviously pleased. "Then I guess I should see it back on the market soon enough?"

"Hardly," Harry enjoyed watching Malfoy's face flicker through his emotions. "I'm still not sure what to do with it exactly. A summer home maybe? A hotel? I'm sure that would be profitable. Oh, I know! I'll just burn it to the ground. Maybe it will finally give some peace to all the souls resting in there. You know, all the people your family murdered."

Draco's face was red. He hadn't been this angry since the Ministry refused to allow him to have any of his finances and took his home away. He desperately wanted to punch Potter, but knew the Auror wouldn't let him go again if he did. He wouldn't allow another Malfoy to be put behind bars. Not because of him. Never because of Potter.

"Now, if you don't mind, I have a date to attend to." Harry grinned one last time before he walked back into Grimmuald place. Alex was sitting on his sofa, looking a little less excited than he did a moment before.

"We won't be bothered again." Harry tried to sooth his lover but Alex pulled away as he leaned in to kiss him.

"Sorry," Alex apologized. "I guess I just expected our first time to be a little more private."

"No, that's my fault," Harry was going to kill Malfoy for this. "I should have just ignored him."

"Did you get your revenge?" Alex didn't sound judgmental, but it was obvious he didn't want his personal vendetta to interfere with their relationship anymore.

"Yeah, it's all over now, trust me." Alex looked pleased and Harry sat next to him on the sofa and held him close. If he wasn't going to get laid, he thought he ought to get a decent snog in.

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"So how was your date?" Ron asked him the following evening, when they met for drinks. "Was it everything you ever dreamed of?" he asked in a sarcastic sing song voice.

"Oh, it went brilliantly," Harry spat, "We had an amazing dinner, were well on our way to making sweet bliss in my bed, but when we got back home, Malfoy was standing on my doorstep. It figures he had to find out about the mansion last night of all nights. Needless to say, Alex wasn't in much of a mood to get shagged after that. I hate him."

"Alex or Malfoy?" Ron asked amused. Although he thought Harry was crazy to buy the mansion for personal revenge, he still found the situation amusing.

"Malfoy, the git. I wanted to really enjoy his falling apart, but I really wanted to be with Alex. It had me torn and ruined both of my experiences." He huffed before chugging the rest of his drink much to Ron's amusement. "Like he couldn't have waited until the morning when I was sated and relaxed. It would have been perfect."

"Maybe you should write him next time you try and ruin his life." Ron joked but Harry only sighed. He wasn't ruining Malfoy's life. He ruined it all by himself, and Harry was just proving that he doesn't always get his way. He needed to learn that if he ever wanted to be accepted by society.

"So how's the housing hunt? Anything?" Harry tried changing the subject. He knew the answer of course. They had searched before, not wanting to relive memories of Malfoy Manor, but there weren't many buildings that large in wizarding Britain, and that was the only one on the market. Not many people were willing to purchase the former haven for Death Eaters, but that little fact did help slightly with the price.

"No, Hermione is thinking about trying another location, but she's afraid it might not do as well if too far away. I've been telling her as long as it's connected to the Floo network, it shouldn't be a problem. We could open a small office here to work as a point of entrance so they feel safer and all. She doesn't like it, but I think that's only because she didn't think of it." Harry laughed, knowing that's probably the only reason she didn't like it. It was a brilliant idea.

"I'm sure she'll come around. Besides, you may be able to find something larger than the Manor, and it would probably cost less if you guys were less worried about location."

"Exactly." Ron ordered another round of drinks for the two of them, which they both took eagerly. "So what are you going to do with the mansion?"

"I don't know. I've been thinking of burning it down just to see the look of horror on Malfoy's face." Ron's eyes got wide, and Harry laughed. "I'm only kidding. I'm not sure yet. I might just move in there and sell Grimmuald place. I never liked living there anyway, especially with Mrs. Black screaming at my guests."

"At least she doesn't scream at you anymore." Ron offered as solace but Harry didn't take it. Mrs. Black had stopped yelling every time he walked by, but it's likely it was more of an annoyance for her to yell, she surely didn't do it for Harry's benefit. She still hated that he disgraced her home, which she mentioned anytime Harry brought anyone over. "Besides, I thought you wanted to keep Sirius' room the way it was."

"I know, but I mean...He hated it there, and I knew he would be angry if I stayed only for that reason. I know the mansion isn't the greatest choice, but maybe I could de-malfoyize it."

"Even if you did manage that, what would you do in a place so huge? You said Grimmuald place was too big for you, and that's about an eighth of the size." Which wasn't an exaggeration. That wasn't even including the grounds of the mansion, which were remarkable in themselves.

"I don't know, I'll figure something out."

**

It took two more weeks before Harry and Alex's schedules didn't conflict and they could plan another date. Harry was frustrated to the breaking point. He was looking forward to having someone to share his bed with regularly, and his hand sure could use the break.

This time they planned to stay in the entire evening, Harry agreeing to cook for them, so nothing could disturb them. Harry felt pretty confident about his cooking abilities, so he had no doubt tonight would go successfully. That is until there was a knock at the door. Alex was behind it, but he wasn't alone. Draco Malfoy stood next to him, trademark smirk in tow, and Alex looked completely agitated.

"He's been following me since I left the Ministry. He keeps grabbing onto me as I apparate, he won't leave me alone!" Alex shouted, making Malfoy look even happier. Harry pulled Alex inside, grateful his wards wouldn't allow Malfoy entrance no matter what he did.

"Are you okay? He didn't hurt you, right?" Harry embraced Alex tightly. Malfoy would not get away with this.

"No, I'm fine, but it scares me. He knew stuff, Harry, like he's been listening to my conversations. I have no idea how long he's been following me."

"What did he know?" Harry asked, confused. If Malfoy was truly stalking Alex, even if it was just to get even with him, he would have to arrest him.

"Nothing important." He waved his hand, hinting for him to drop it. "Just a conversation I had with my sister last night on the phone, he seemed to know about it. I mean, he didn't come right out and say it, just dropping subtle hints, but I'm sure he was listening."

"Yeah, but without leaving enough evidence to be arrested." Harry smirked a smirk that could rival Malfoy's own. If he wanted to play it that way, Harry would play. "If he tries it again, just come straight to me and I'll arrest him. But let's just forget about it for now."

"Forget about it?" Alex asked, perplexed, and Harry almost slammed his head into the wall. This could not be happening again. Malfoy most certainly would pay. "I can't do this tonight Harry. I think I'm just going to head to my sister's for the night."

"You could stay here," Harry offered, even knowing the Russian wasn't likely to take him up on it. "I have a spare room if you don't want to share. I'd understand."

"Thank you," Alex smiled, leaning in for a kiss. "But I think I'd feel better at my sister's. After all, this Malfoy bloke is trying to get back at you, not me. It would probably be best if we didn't see each other until this is resolved."

"What? You're breaking up with me over this?" Now Harry was furious. Malfoy had gone too far. It took a lot of courage for Harry to ask a wizard out, and he'd finally done it. He had a sweet, cute, charming boyfriend, and he was not going to lose him over Malfoy.

"Not breaking up. I just think we should take a break from each other until you can resolve this. I'd rather not be involved in, well, whatever is going on." Harry nodded, knowing he couldn't convince him otherwise. He walked him out and watched him apparate home, to make sure Draco couldn't follow him.

"I take it the date didn't go so well Potter? I'd hate to think I interfered." Draco leaned against the front door as Harry was walking back up his steps.

"You're never getting your house back Malfoy. Never." Harry said in a fury. It took everything in his power not to curse him out of existence. "You can do whatever you want to me, but I won't let you have it. It's mine. Deal with it."

"Now, let's not be too hasty. I'm sure we can make a deal," he said, flipping his shoulder-length hair back.

"You have nothing I want, Malfoy!"

"Well I have a way of getting things done. I can get what you want." Harry barked with laughter.

"I'm Harry Potter, Head Auror for the Ministry, Savior of the Wizarding World, you know, most famous person alive. You're an ex-Death Eater who can't even publicly admit you're the manager of your own company without it going under. What could you possibly get me that I couldn't get for myself?" Harry just laughed as he pushed Malfoy out of the way and opened the door.

"I'll help your friends out!" Draco shouted just as Harry was slamming the door on his face. Harry wanted to ignore him, but he knew he had to at least listen to him. Ron and Hermione completely refused his help with their Home, but they would work with M.G.C., even if Malfoy happened to be behind it.

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Harry knew this was a mistake when he watched Malfoy wander into his living room, eying up all the photos that graced his mantel. Nonetheless, Harry took this opportunity to study his old school nemesis. He looked fairly the same as he did in school. His hair was longer, and wasn't slicked back like he used to wear it, which was definitely an improvement. He seemed much thinner than before, and considering he was always small, it was a little unnerving. Harry wouldn't be surprised if he had developed an eating disorder.

"Who is this?" Malfoy's voice released Harry from his stupor and looked over at the photo the blond was referring to. It was a picture of him and his ex-boyfriend, Steven.

Steven was a muggle that worked in the department store around the corner from Grimmuald place. Harry dated him for eight months, and fell in love with him rather quickly. He even considered telling him he was a wizard when out of the blue, he had left Harry for another man. Harry had been quite heartbroken after that, swearing off men forever (which lasted about six months). He had blamed himself, knowing he was very closed off with the man in order to hide the fact he was a wizard, but he eventually accepted it. Harry never attempted to get serious with another bloke after that, but he was hoping he could break the cycle with Alex.

"An old friend," he answered, not willing to divulge personal information to Malfoy.

"Old friend or old boyfriend?" Malfoy said, raising his eyebrows. Harry just rolled his eyes, not bothering to offer him an answer. "Ex-boyfriend it is then. Does Alex know you keep photos of your ex on your mantel?"

"You're supposed to be telling me how you plan to help Ron and Hermione, not analyzing my relationship."

"He looks a lot like me, don't you think?" Which was both true and not.. He was thin and blond, but that's where their similarities ended. Steven always had a smile, never a smirk, and was a simple sweet human being; The complete opposite of all things Malfoy.

"No, can we get on with it?" Harry tried again. If he kept on like this, Harry was sure he was going to curse him.

"Of course he does!" Malfoy continued on his rant, ignoring Harry's request to move on. "Same build, same facial features. His eyes aren't as bright as mine, but not everyone can be perfect."

"I wouldn't say you're perfect, not even close." Draco glided across the room, placing himself inches away from where Harry stood.

"Please Potter, you don't fool me for a second." Harry easily ignored the lump that appeared to fall into his stomach. "I saw you checking me out that day in the cafe. You want me."

"You know Malfoy, I think you're right." Harry stepped closer bringing his face inches away from Draco's. "You're just so incredibly perfect, I can't control myself." Harry continued to step forward, making Draco inch backward.

"Why don't you come up into my room and I'll show you just how much I want you." Draco's back slammed against the wall, trapping him between Harry's arms, which he skillfully placed on both sides of the blond. "What do you say, Malfoy?"

Draco gulped and Harry received a new bout of confidence, leaning forward making his lips ghost over Draco's, but not touching them. Never touching them.

"I want my house back." Malfoy barely whispered. "You can have me, if you sell me my house back." Harry couldn't help but burst out laughing, pulling back slightly, but still keeping Malfoy trapped underneath him.

"You want your house that bad Malfoy? You'd bend over for me? Get on your knees for me?" Harry would never stoop that low but, as horny as he was from his second non-date with Alex, this sort of teasing was a bad way to go. "Would you be my slave, Malfoy?"

"Yess," Draco practically hissed. And if Harry wasn't completely daft, he may have noticed Draco's face had flushed with arousal.

"Could you get anymore pathetic?" Harry pulled away from the blonde, changing his tone of voice. "You'd whore yourself out for a building! Your company is doing fine, surely you could buy any house you wanted."

"I only want one house," Draco said while adjusting his robes slightly. He didn't want Potter to see how much his words had affected him. "And yeah, it's worth more than my dignity."

"Dignity? You don't have any dignity Malfoy." Malfoy glared at the Auror. He could punch him, there were no witnesses to prove otherwise. But for some reason he held back and just allowed Potter to talk down to him. "It's just a house, Malfoy. What could possibly be so special about it? You were held prisoner in that home, just like everybody else. Why would you want it back that bad?"

"I deserve it." He said defiantly, causing Harry to become more and more curious.

"Yeah, and why is that?" Harry asked, trying not to sound too condescending, but whenever he spoke to Malfoy, it always seemed to come out that way.

"I wouldn't expect you to understand Potter. You never actually had to work for anything in your life." Draco was being serious, that much was obvious, but it only made Harry laugh harder. His eyes watered from his laughter before he was able to gain control of himself.

"Please tell me you're joking, because I don't think I could take it if you weren't." Harry was actually starting to hurt from laughing so hard, but it did have some benefits, like keeping his hormones in check. "Malfoy, you were the most spoiled person in the world at Hogwarts. You always got what you wanted. But you made the decision to be a Death Eater, not anyone else. It's your fault you have it so bad. And I don't even want to start on, what did you say? Oh right, how I never had to work for anything in my life."

"You didn't! You got to be famous for not dying! Yeah, I'm sure that was a lot of work. Everyone loved you. Everyone gave you everything without asking for anything.."

"Only to destroy the most powerful wizard in the world at seventeen, but I mean, that obviously didn't take a lot of work." Harry said sarcastically. Malfoy was so full of himself it sickened him.

"I was there that day Potter, you can't fool me. He cursed you and it just bounced right off you. You didn't do anything!"

"Trust me Malfoy, there was much more going on behind the scenes, so don't pretend you know anything about that." Malfoy nodded, realizing it was useless to argue on that. He knew he had no proof otherwise.

"Whatever," he shrugged it off, like destroying Voldemort was something anyone could do, "I bet you loved it afterward. Never even had to take your NEWTs and here you are, youngest wizard to ever become Head Auror. Lucky again, Potter. Worked hard for that one?"

"Actually I did!" Harry's temper was flaring, he hated when people accused him of using his fame to get his position. He wouldn't deny he had gotten his Auror position for defeating Voldemort, because with no NEWTs it was impossible to deny. But once he had gotten in, he had been treated like every other Auror, and he had worked his arse off to get where he was.

"Yeah right, Potter. You're not that good, no one is that good."

"I am." Potter said, seeming to grow in height. For the first time in Draco's life, he believed it. Potter was that good. He had seen it when he was in the other man's office the other day but was too envious to admit it to himself. But here, facing the man in his own home, he couldn't deny it. To himself at least, he sure wasn't going to admit it to Potter.

"Whatever you say Potter," he attempted to sound casual but he knew he just sounded defeated. And judging by the smug look on Potter's face, he knew it just as well. "About my house.."

"Don't you mean my house?" Harry interrupted and Draco wanted to smack that look right off his face. "After all, it is my name on the deed." Draco collected himself, refusing to get angry. He would never win Potter over like that. He had to play nice.

"For now," he said coolly, "But that's why I'm here, isn't it? To make what was mine, mine again."

"That depends what you're offering."

"I could give your friends the lowest interest rate available on any other property besides the Manor."

"You already promised them that," Harry shook his head. He knew this was a bad idea. "The problem is they can't find a decently sized building."

"I have a client who's having a bit of trouble making some payments. I've been cutting him some slack because he was a friend of my father's,"

"You mean a Death Eater," Harry snorted. He hated to know that there were more Death Eaters who had escaped Azkaban.

"Actually he worked for the Ministry, if you must know. He left because he was ashamed he unknowingly helped Voldemort by helping my father. He's a good man, but I could go down harder on him. His building is more than enough for their little home. Plenty of rooms, multiple washrooms, and even a state-of-the-art kitchen and dining room, capable of holding fifty guests."

"So your offer is apparently to cost this innocent man his home?"

"It's not his home Potter," Malfoy said, as if this was expected, "The man runs a catering business, he doesn't need all that space, which I've mentioned to him more than once. I'll take care of him Potter, don't you worry your pretty little head." Draco was mentally kicking himself for that little slip, but Harry didn't seem to notice so he kept on.

"Well, is that good enough for you?"

"I'll have to talk to Ron and Hermione first." Draco sat down on the couch, knowing this could take a while. "Which you want me to do now?" Harry questioned, raising his eyebrows.

"I'm not going to wait around forever, Potter." Harry just shook his head and went to the kitchen so he could have some privacy.

**

Harry told his friends about Malfoy's deal, which they felt quite pleased about. If Marcus Stanton's (Malfoy's friend whom Harry researched to be sure was never a Death Eater), building was up to par like he claimed. Malfoy said he would arrange an open house for them as soon as he could, and Harry was eager to have this all over with. The second Ron and Hermione signed their contract, he would sell Malfoy Manor back, and put this all behind him.

He wrote Alex and explained everything that happened, begging him to join him for dinner. Alex replied saying he would love to, the second the house was out of his name. Harry couldn't deny it was a bit odd that he was that determined to make sure Malfoy wouldn't get in the way again. He figured Malfoy must have really intimidated him, so Harry would make sure to have a serious talk with him about staying out of his life once this was complete.

Until then, he tried focusing on work as much as possible, so that when him and Alex did get back together, he could take some more time off without having Kingsley riding his back. Also, if he was working, he couldn't think about wanking, which had become his new favorite hobby.

Harry hated feeling this horny all the time. He was beginning to find every man that crossed his path attractive. He even checked Kingsley out once when he was yelling at him, which was a new low. He had quickly recovered when Kingsley slammed a large report on his desk for him to go over before he could go home.

But as embarrassing as the notion of bringing the Minister into his fantasies, it wasn't nearly as bad as who he usually thought about during his late-night wanking sessions. It was all Malfoy's fault for making the comment about how he looked like Steven. Anytime Harry thought of Steven, his thoughts usually trailed to sex with Steven, and now with this new insight, that lead quickly to thinking of sex with Malfoy.

Harry had no problems acknowledging that Draco was good looking, but his personality was enough to help you forget it. But in his head, he seemed to mesh this version of a Draco/Steven hybrid, which was the only thing he could think about as his hand was wrapped around his prick.

He was sure it would be easy to forget once Malfoy was out of his life and back to hiding, so when he wrote with the address to Marcus Stanton's catering business, offering a tour, Harry was ecstatic. He Flooed over to Ron and Hermione's, hoping to get it over with right away.

"Is everything alright?" Ron rushed to Harry's side the second he stepped through. He looked worried, and Harry realized he never Flooed over without notice unless it was an emergency.

"Yeah, Malfoy wrote me. He said we can meet him today at the catering business. He said the guy is still set up, but he'll be leaving within the week," Harry quickly summarized.

"Hermione's still at the Ministry, mate. You know that." Harry wanted to slap himself. Of course he knew that. She did lighten her hours to get started on her Home but, with the lack of things moving, she went back to her original shifts, which meant she wouldn't be back for another five hours.

"Can't she take a break or something?" Harry moaned. He was tired of stalling this. He wanted Malfoy out of his life, and Alex back in it.

"The house isn't going anywhere, calm down. What's gotten into you lately?" Harry just shook his head. He knew exactly what had gotten into him. He didn't understand how Malfoy was still able to get under his skin after all these years. It was like his entire purpose in life was to make Harry mental.

"I just want Malfoy out of my life."

"No offense, but you sorta brought him into it. What did you expect when you bought that house? He'd sit back and take it?"

"He ought to," Harry voiced his thoughts aloud. "He should just go back into hiding again! Things were so much easier when he wasn't around."

"Yeah, and we all know you like it when things are easy." Ron said sarcastically, but Harry took a lot of offense to the remark. Just because trouble was usually knocking on his door didn't mean he liked it.

"What's that suppose to mean?" he snapped at his best friend. He was under enough stress with Malfoy and his job, he didn't need this animosity between his friends as well.

"Harry, I've been your best friend for years, I think I know you by now." He stated as if that cleared up all matters. "Oh come on! You are loving this, fighting with Malfoy, it gives you your buzz."

"I'm not looking for a buzz!"

"Yeah, okay Harry, if you say so." He joked and Harry's anger was suddenly rising. "I'll just keep on pretending you hate Malfoy."

"I do hate Malfoy! You think I want him storming into my life, destroying my relationship? Why in the world would I want that?" Ron just shrugged and walked into the kitchen without a word. "I don't like Malfoy! I hate him! He is a nuisance. A prat! Why else would I be so keen to get this over with? I want him out of my life."

"Listen, I'm not going to fight with you on this, as much as you enjoy it. You say you hate Malfoy, fine. You hate him. But once this is over, and he is out of your life, you're just going to find someone else who can drive you crazy, because that's what you want. You live for drama Harry. You always have. Maybe once you stop denying it, you might actually be happy."

"I am happy! Or at least I was, before Malfoy came and ruined things with Alex."

"I believe you." He clearly didn't, but Harry was done fighting. He shot Ron the dirtiest look he could before heading back toward the fireplace. He threw in some Floo powder, turned to his friend, and just shook his head.

"When Hermione gets home, let me know so we can get this over with, and I can prove to you I don't enjoy this as much as you insist." Without waiting to see if Ron had anything else to say, he jumped into the Floo and went home.

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