Title: Enough

Author: dracowitch

Rating: M (For later chapters and language)

Pairing(s): HP/DM

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter; except copies of the books, of course.

Author's Note: Apologies for the long delay in posting, but other projects seemed to flow onto the paper much more easily. Hopefully I can make up for lost time now though!

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Shit. I kissed Potter?

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Draco stared at the door he had been pressed against for the past few minutes. No. No way. Potter? He shook his head in disbelief and pushed his ear against the door again, but his head was spinning too fast for him to make sense of the low mutterings on the other side.

After a few seconds more, Malfoy stepped back and took a deep breath to compose himself. He needed to lie down. It was one thing for him to doubt his sexuality, but for that doubt to be strengthened by a kiss from Harry Potter. It didn't bear thinking about. Draco only crashed back into his right mind when Astoria tapped him on the shoulder. "Draco...? What have you been doing? I finished packing, I just need those books."

Draco handed the box to her absentmindedly and she stumbled a little under the sudden weight, but left him alone in the hall. He continued to stare at the door opposite him, this time deep in thought:

If I liked it, does that mean I am gay? Worse, does it mean I have to like Potter? Draco pulled himself up to his full height and squared his shoulders. No. Of course not. It was a drunken mistake and it was just unfortunate that it had to be Harry Potter. Suddenly realising the amount of time he had spent in the hall, he turned sharply on his heel and strode into his room.

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"Look, Harry, I thought we might be able to settle this, but I still can't get my head around what you did, let alone why you did it." Ginny shook her head and sighed. "Perhaps this isn't going to work anymore." Harry opened his mouth but she cut him off quickly "-at least not right now, okay?"

Ginny had almost reached the door when Harry realised he had been holding his breath for almost a minute and gasped for more air, spluttering as he attempted to calm his strangled lungs. Ginny frowned and turned the doorknob, but before she could open the door, Harry managed to regain enough oxygen to speak and choked out "how long?"

Shaking her head, Ginny let her long red hair cover her face as she looked down, avoiding eye contact with Harry until she had wiped away her tears. "I don't know, Harry. A few weeks? Months maybe? Perhaps never. I just don't know anymore" and before Harry could move toward her, she had thrown the door open and was halfway down the stairs.

Harry fell back onto the bed and rolled onto his front so that his face was buried in the soft pillows. For a moment he was slightly numb, until the previous conversation and its consequences began to sink in. He had never considered the fact that he might not be with Ginny. It has always seemed so certain that he would be with her or no-one. Yet now he was forced to accept that he might never kiss her again. Never hold her in his arms and smell her flaming red hair. Never marry her.

Harry did not know how much time passed before he fell asleep. He could have spent hours imagining her soft skin against his, or it could have been minutes, but eventually he drifted into a sleep that seemed to last only seconds before he woke to sun streaming through the open window and Hannah knocking gently on his door with his breakfast.

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Draco woke that morning feeling incredibly satisfied. Determined to rid his mind of every thought concerning his sexuality, the club, the kiss and Harry Potter especially, Draco had literally swept Astoria off her feet the night before and given her everything he could, earning himself a few favours in return.

He got up and dressed quickly in his best suit, careful not to wake Astoria, who lay asleep in the large bed, occasionally sighing in her slumber. Intending to grab a quick drink before Astoria woke, if Draco saw Harry Potter again today, he would be prepared. It was only as he opened the door into the corridor that he closed it immediately. What if Potter thought he was trying too hard? What if this sent out the wrong message? Maybe Potter would think that Draco wanted to impress him in his suit? His abs did look quite good in the jacket and the trousers made his rear look very toned. Surely Potter would think Draco wanted to entice him?

Creeping back across the room, Draco swapped his smart suit for black jeans and a loose grey shirt. Looking at himself in the mirror, he ruffled his hair with his fingertips to displace it from its usual perfect placement. Looking rather more dishevelled that usual and slipping his wand into his back pocket, he made his way to the door again. It was only when he reached the end of the corridor that he caught sight of himself in the mirror on the wall. It didn't look right. He was a state. Harry couldn't see him like this.

Turning on his heel, he re-entered his room and searched the wardrobe meticulously. After a half an hour, he had tried on every shirt he had brought with him, plus the four new suits he had bought the day before and tiptoed across the room in each of his three new pairs of shoes.

By the time he had exhausted his supply of clothes, Astoria was stirring. Draco flicked his wand and the clothes flew from various places in the room back onto their respective hangers and shelves. Looking down at himself, he noted that he appeared to have chosen his silk grey boxers and odd socks. That would never do.

"Draco? What are you doing? What's the time?" Astoria had sat up in bed and yawned. Her eyes flicked to the clock on the wall and she gasped. Jumping out of bed, she cursed herself and pulled on her own clothes. Draco watched her enviously as she quickly selected a simple grey dress and black heels. She made it look so easy. "Draco, what are you doing just standing there? It's 11 o'clock, we should have been at Gringott's three hours ago! Why didn't you wake me?" Astoria scowled and muttered to herself as she pulled her pale blonde hair into a loose bun.

Draco took a few moments to register what she was saying. After a few minutes he managed to recover and found a matching pair of socks. Pulling them on, he saw Astoria flicking her wand with athletic precision so that all of their belongings, old and new, were locked securely in the new trunk at the foot of the bed. It was only a few moments after that Astoria had whipped out of the room with the trunk hovering slightly just inside the door. Frowning, Draco resigned himself to whatever clothes he found in the trunk first. In her hurry, his wife had not seemed to notice that her husband had been left without any clothes to put on.

An hour later, Draco and Astoria were standing in the marble lobby of Gringotts. Having finally signed the papers, much to the gratitude of the impatient Goblins, a wizened old man showed them to an empty fireplace where their trunk waited patiently. Draco offered his arm to Astoria and led her to the grate, where she threw floo powder into the ash and declared 'Malfoy Manor'. Uncomfortable in the starched grey trousers and thick black jumper he had found in the trunk, Draco loosened his silk tie and hauled the trunk into the grate for his own departure. Relieved to be leaving Diagon Alley and the fear of being thrust into the presence of Harry potter every minute, he sighed and took a last sweeping look around the bank.

It was only as he grasped the floo powder in his fist that he saw Harry Potter at the counter across from the fireplace. Draco saw him turn and they made eye contact. In a moment of panic, Draco called 'Potter!' and waved. As he did so, the floo powder sprinkled into the grate and the flames swallowed him in darkness. When he finally stopped spinning, he only had time to glance at a familiar face before the screaming began.