DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, just my own story. The rest is J. K. Rowling's!
Draco was utterly shocked. Malfoy's do not pity other people, but then what was this feeling in his chest? He'd spent his life since the war trying to out-do Potter, all the while Potter wanted to be out-done. He wanted to lose his fame, he wanted out of the limelight. He gladly let Draco take his place. Now that he was in it again and Draco could see Potter was absolutely miserable. He sent the parcels off to Braxton with a note that read, "A gift from Harry Potter, enjoy". Potter didn't even want the other gay men that were drooling at his feet... That left a question in Draco's mind; Who did Harry Potter want?
Harry left his shop closed and stayed upstairs for a week, and only came down after the banging on his shop door would not stop! He pulled out his wand wanting to curse the person that wanted to talk to the newly exciting GAY HARRY POTTER!
"What in the bloody hell do you-" he paused mid-sentence and sighed, "What do you want Malfoy?"
Malfoy smirked and said, "Let me in and we can talk."
"Did it ever occur to you, that maybe, just maybe, I DON'T WANT TO TALK?!"
"Don't be that way, Potter. Let me in."
Harry sighed, "Fine," he unlocked the door to let him in. As soon as Malfoy swaggered inside, Harry asked again, "What do you want, Malfoy?"
"I just needed to get some more things for Braxton. He did enjoy your gifts," Malfoy grinned.
"Great, well hurry up. I'm still closed."
"The press has died down, Potter. I'm sure it's safe to open up again. And maybe one of your new admirers would like a date," he snickered.
"I'm not interested..." mumbled Harry.
"There must be someone you're interested in. The world wants to know, Potter," Malfoy chided.
"Why do you care, Malfoy?!" Harry exploded, "You're just mad that I stole the spotlight! Take it back, I don't want it! I don't want any of it. It's stupid and childish and some days I wish I was still a boy who lived in an effing cupboard under the stairs! I was ignored and I had solitude! That's something muggles seem to understand but wizards don't and I thought we were supposed to be oh so more advanced!"
Malfoy was once again speechless... Which is not easy for him. Neither was the thing he was about to do next.
"I'm sorry, Harry," he left 20 galleons on the table and left.
"I'm sorry too, Draco," Harry whispered.
That night, Harry Potter was the only thing he could think about. He decided to himself that tomorrow, he would go and talk to Harry again... This time as a friend.