Au: I just want to give a HUGE (like the size of the Titanic) thanks and shout out to xoxocullenluverxoxo. I appreciate all of your suggestions and reviews/favorites. As a beginner writer it makes me all warm and fuzzy inside to know that someone appreciates it! I'd dedicate this one to you but ill save that for when the boys get all hot and bothered, yeah? ;)

"So I basically have to go there and write in some blasted diary while he sits there and stares at me for an hour."

"Now, Harry-"

"don't you think-"

"that's a little cocky-"

"coming even from-"

"The Chosen One."

Sitting in the middle of the twins was never a smart decision but Harry had a shit day and he couldn't be arsed to remember such advice. He needed a drink and there was no better drinking buddies then these two. Ron got sloshed way to early and Hermione would keep suggesting better ways to blow off steam. Like exercise or recreational reading.

Harry already ran like a dog in the field of work he was in and as a result he was in the best shape of his life. Instead of the scrawny boy he used to be he grew up to be a very tanned and muscled man. As for the reading thing, he considered the mountain of paper work he was asked to fill, was about as much reading material as he would be able to stand.

"Oi! Don't do that creepy twin thing on me right now. I'm serious this is a travesty!"

Fred and George looked more amused by the minute. The big bad Auror was sat at the bar downing shots because he had to talk about his feelings for once. Unfortunately it was to Malfoy but he was the only one that could get a rise out of Harry anyway. This was the most worked up they'd seen him since Harry closed his last Auror case.

"Harry why are you so flustered about this. Even though its quite adorable. Are you nervous about spending time with the one and only- what were they calling him these days Gred?"

"Why the "Dark Prince." Dear Forge."

"Yes, Yes the Dark Prince. Thank you Gred "

""Pffftttt." Harry supplied while downing another shot of fire whiskey.

"Even I have to admit Harry the damn Slytherin is attractive any bird or bloke can see that." Fred admitted. Which was surprising coming from the straight man that Fred was.

"But don't worry Harry-"

"the only-"

"pretty one-"

"here-"

"is you." George finished. While hooking a finger under Harry's chin and turning his head to face him. A smirk playing at his lips.

Ever since Harry came out to the people he considered his adoptive family the twins had a hell of a time causing Harry to flush in the most inopportune moments. Though Fred was as straight as an arrow, George was decidedly not. Well, half not, he was bisexual. George was also the one that would instigate such entertainment and Fred the loyal brother he was, would assist. Harry knew it was just fun teasing but having not been laid in a while did not help things when George got that mischievous look in his eyes.

Harry could hear Fred chuckling in the back round. Before-

Smack!

"Leave him alone you prats! Go take care of the bill that's enough for tonight."

Rubbing the back of his head George gave Harry a sheepish grin and said "Sorry mate. All in good fun yeah."

"Yeah, sorry Harry you know how we like to stir a little trouble. We got the tab. See ya later." Fred said while patting Harry's shoulder.

As the twins paid for the bill and made their way to the exit Ginny sat on the now vacant bar stool next to Harry.

"Ginny thank God! You've saved me."

"Really cause it looked like you were about to go running off with the twins there Harry. Kinky tonight are we?" she said with a wink.

"Was not!" Harry huffed.

Tilting her head back and laughing Harry once a again realized how beautiful she had grown up to be. Too bad he had an affinity for cock because Ginny really was an amazing woman. Their relationship ended when Harry found out about his preference for men. It was rocky for a few months when he would visit The Burrow but Ginny came around when Harry was relentless in preserving any kind of relationship with her. Being an acquaintance was better than becoming another stranger. Harry really did love her, he just wasn't in love with her.

A smile crept its way on to Harry's face filled with adoration and amusement. Harry decided if he could stand months of silent battles with someone he loved than he could stand one hour a week stuffed in a room with the git of the century.

Making his way to Grimauld pl Harry enjoyed the quiet scenery surrounding him. Walking home was preferable at times when he needed to think. The rhythmic tapping of his shoes helping to align his thoughts. Thoughts about some blonde prat he was going to be forced to share his feelings with.

Harry wasn't some adolescent teenager filled to the brim with whacked out emotions. On the contrary, Harry was man. A man that fought monsters, mankind and creatures alike. A man that didn't have any feelings, other than when he had his wand pointed at pure evil. None, at all. And just what was wrong with that plenty of people went through ruts. Right? Granted, this rut was going on for more than a few years. But what? Like Malfoy, of all people, was going to come save him like his very own knight in shining armor. No, what was it now? Ah…like his very own "Dark prince".

Ha! Dark prince my arse.

After the war Draco and his mother did anything and everything to pick up the tattered remains of the Malfoy name, Luscious was a lost cause spending the rest of his days in Azkaban. Draco had thrown so much galleons at charities to repent for his sins that Harry questioned just how loaded the Malfoy name was.

He was even photographed along with the rest of the witches and wizards that went to help mend the damages done to Hogwarts. Of course he was photographed alone, working on rebuilding a wall, since people avoided him like the plague. Draco was standing, sweaty, with one foot resting on a pile of rubble, wand raised to fix a crack that spread across the stone wall, and dressed impeccably as always. Wiping a loose bead of sweat from his eyebrow and turning his head Draco made eye contact with the photographer before the whole picture restarted. The shot looked more like a photo shoot than a candid photo op. The look in his eyes was filled with curiosity other than the sneer that usually dawned his pale face. Reluctantly Harry knew that Malfoy was admittedly quite beautiful.

Since that photo was printed Malfoy had been front page news for gossip magazines more times than Harry could count. Not that Harry minded, being famous was never really something he reveled in. Now, instead of walking away and cursing Malfoy under their breath. People practically flocked to him. But his icy personality, which probably made him more appealing to his adorning fans, had to admire him from afar. Even though Malfoy never played up the roles offered by those magazines Harry was certain he secretly loved it.

The prat.