Ron wouldn't stop laughing and it was irritating the hell out of Harry.

"Ron!" He finally yelled earning a distasteful glare from Hermione. Harry responded to her by motioning frantically in Ron's direction, "I'm trying to have a serious conversation here!"

"First don't yell at me." Hermione said with an eyebrow raised. "Or Ron for that matter. It's certainly not his fault you and Draco came up with this ridiculous lie. Second, you deserve being made fun of because it's as I said…ridiculous." She continued and handed Ron a tissue to wipe his eyes. Tears from laughter. This was just great.

"I'm sorry Harry…it's so stupid!" Ron said, his laughter calming down enough to formulate sentences.

"Why didn't you or Draco say anything earlier? He's been here all evening." Hermione questioned as she reached for her coffee cup, taking a generous sip.

"I dunno. I guess I kept waiting for Draco to bring it up. I guess he was doing the same thing." Harry shrugged his shoulders. "And I wouldn't have said anything if Ron didn't have to see Jonathon every day."

"Of course you wouldn't have." Ginny piped in. "But I have a question, Harry. Shouldn't I be mad at you for dating my ex-boyfriend?" She grinned broadly.

Ginny's statement cause a new bout of laughter from Ron and Hermione stiffled a few giggles before saying, "I think the rules kind of bend when it's been a decade, Ginny."

"That's true. You know, we should…"

"Shut up Gin." Harry huffed. Ginny outright laughed then.

"So, I need to have this straight." Ron said, moving from his seat beside Hermione and plopped down on the edge of the coffee table in front of Harry.

Harry rolled his eyes and then looked at Ron.

"I have to pretend that you and Draco have been involved before and have decided to be an item again." Ron grinned slapped his thigh in amusement.

"Yes Ron, that's exactly what I'm telling you. And I would greatly appreciate it if you would not blow my cover and if you could please be mature about this." Harry stated with a serious expression.

Ron winked. "You sound like Draco, mate."

"Well…there's a reason for that. That's exactly what he said." Harry finally gave in to the hilarity of his situation and smiled.

"So, he is…uh…totally fine with the situation. The lie, I mean." Ron asked.

"Of course he is. He's the idiot that started this whole mess."

"I knew it." Ron jumped up and ran to the other side of the room and began searching through his coat pocket. Everyone stared at him and he eventually pulled out a small mobile phone.

"Are you calling Draco?" Hermione questioned.

"No, I'm calling Jonathon. We should all get together so Harry and Draco can show off their new couple hood."

"Funny." Ginny said, shaking her head.

"You wouldn't dare." Harry eye's widened.

Ron chucked the phone onto the nearest end table and winked again. "Nah, I wouldn't do that to you…I just wanted to see that look on your face."

Draco walked through the front door of his flat, took one look at his girlfriend and froze. If looks could kill, he would be on his way to six feet under. She was angry for some reason. She was so angry that it was radiating off of her like a volcanic ash storm.

"What's wrong?" He questioned carefully as he gently slid out of his fleece coat.

"Where've you been?" Elizabeth demanded at once, her voice cold.

"At Harry's and Hermione's." Draco winced as her eyes narrowed.

"You missed our dinner."

"Huh?" Draco scrunched his eyebrows together.

"With my sister. We were supposed to go to dinner at my sister's house. I had to go alone."

"Oh." Draco was suddenly flooded with the memory of their conversation the night before. Elizabeth had wanted to take him to meet her sister and brother-in-law for the first time.

"I'm so sorry. I…guess I forgot."

"I guess you did."

"I'll make it up to you, I promise. We'll…" Draco began in his best placating voice but was cut off.

"I don't want you to make it up to me." Elizabeth said in a rush.

"I'm really sorry." Draco bowed his head in shame. This was important to Liz but he'd just forgotten when Harry had called that day to invite him to dinner at his flat. Ginny, Ron, and Hermione were all in attendance and he'd really want to see his friends. What exactly did that say about his relationship with his girlfriend. Draco shook his head, he was too tired to follow that line of thought at the moment.

"We have to talk, Draco." She said and moved toward him. He could hear the Darth Vadar tune as he watched her use purposeful strides.

"What about?" He feigned innocence. She was going to chuck him, he could hear it. It was in the tone of her words. The air smelled of it. He could even taste it. At that particular moment, he knew that it was inevitable. And honestly, he couldn't say he was terribly upset.

She pulled him into a hug and there was no doubt whatsoever that it was going to be a break-up scene.

"About us." She pulled back and looked into his eyes. "And…about you and Harry."

He frowned in confusion. "What about me and Harry?"

"Oh, Draco. You really don't know, do you?" She gave him a sad smile.

Draco's head was spinning after his talk with Liz. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Not because he was losing a great love, he was only losing an excellent companion. What'd she said about Harry had truly given him a head ache. She didn't really think that he fancied his best friend. She couldn't have. Surely, she was just joking. Draco sighed and poured himself a glass of wine. He knew in his heart that she wasn't joking and he began to ponder the merits of what she'd said about his flirtatious relationship with Harry.

He'd always felt comfortable around Harry and preferred to spend time in his company than in anybody else's, including Liz. Harry was his favorite person in the universe. Did that mean that he fancied him? Or that they were just the absolute best of friends? Because they were the best of friends.

Draco slumped down onto the closest armchair and buried his head in his hands. She had said that they spend too much time together. She had said that they were affectionate with each other. Too affectionate, she'd said. Draco contemplated that and came to the conclusion that all friends were affectionate. Sure they touched a lot and hugged a lot but Harry was gay and Draco was open minded. So, it just stood to reason that they would be comfortable with each other.

"Oy!" Draco cried out to the silence of his flat. He really didn't want to think about it anymore. He was scared to death that it was true.

"Harry?" Draco drawled the next evening while getting thoroughly sloshed at his favorite pub.

"Yeah?" Harry turned his slightly unfocused gaze on Draco and smiled.

"What's it like to kiss a boy?" Draco inquired, resting his chin in the palm of his right hand while he traced the head of his glass with the thumb on his left hand.

Harry laughed. "Why in the world would you want to know that?"

Draco grinned shyly. "I was just curious. Tell me what I'm missing out on by being straight."

"I don't know." Harry said shyly but Draco prodded until at last Harry nodded in defeat. "Alright," he said and then paused. Draco waited.

Harry took a long drink of his beer and sighed. His eyes glazed over as he began to speak. "Well, it's not as soft. I guess that's the best way to describe it. The embrace is…harder. A man is harder than a woman. Obviously. But the lips can be soft. There's not much of a difference there."

"Anything else?" Draco prodded again which caused Harry to blush slightly.

"Stubble." Harry laughed. "Women definitely don't have stubble. It's unique to kissing a man."

"Do you like stubble or facial hair?" Draco asked subconsciously rubbing his smooth chin. He himself had never attempted a beard or anything. He preferred a clean and smooth face"

Harry cleared his throat. "Not usually."

Draco nodded his approval of Harry's answer and glanced around the bar. "I think I'll try it."

"Kissing a man or growing a mustache?" Harry asked lightly, noticing Draco's preoccupation with his face. Draco's answer floored him, he truly wasn't expecting it.

"Kissing a man, of course." Draco said casually.

Harry gasped, which led to a dramatic coughing fit.

"Are you quite alright, Harry?" Draco asked distractedly, staring at a fit bloke in the corner. "Like him, I could kiss him."

"Um, yeah…I think we should leave." Harry stood and waved his arm impatiently, urging Draco to do the same.

"But I haven't kissed a boy yet." Draco whined.

"And you're not going to, it's the alcohol talking. You're straight, Draco."

"Not according to Liz." Draco mumbled but Harry heard him regardless.

"Oh." Harry said, eyes as wide as saucers.

"Yeah. Oh. That's why she broke up with me. She thinks I'm gay or something." Draco stood and allowed Harry to lead him out of the bar and into the cool crisp night air. They set a fairly brisk pace for their slightly inebriated state. Harry intended for them to walk to their flats. They needed the air. And Harry wanted details.

"Why didn't you tell me that earlier?" Harry questioned.

"Because."

"Because why?" Harry pried.

"Just because. Drop it." Draco's tone suggested no further prying.

"Fine. If you ever do want to talk about it though. I…well…I, of all people would understand. And not judge."

"I know. Thanks." Draco smiled softly.

"No problem." Harry smiled back.

They fell into silence and neither spoke until they'd reached Draco's flat.

"Your stop. I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" Harry nodded as he took a few backward steps.

"Wait!" Draco shouted without meaning to do so. He then blushed and glanced around to see if there were any nosey neighbors listening. Satifisfying himself that there weren't he turned back to see Harry's questioning eyebrow raised.

"I still want to kiss somebody." Draco whispered.

Harry cleared his throat. "Alright, well…um…I guess we could go out this weekend. If you really want to do…um..,that." Harry blubbered through. He really didn't want to take Draco out to meet guys.

"No need. I'll just kiss you." Draco said confidently and took a large step toward Harry.

"Whoa. What? Seriously?" Harry stepped back.

"Yeah. We're friends, right? Don't you want to help me?" Draco folded his arms across his chest in a defensive stance.

"Of course I want to help you. But we're friends. It would be weird." Harry said unconvincingly. He couldn't understand why he was trying so hard to disuade Draco when kissing the hell out of him was actually the only thing he wanted to do.

"Oh, for heaven's sake. Potter, it's just one kiss. Draco laughed and lunged for him. Before Harry could think of a response, his lips were connected with Draco's. Harry felt frozen, he couldn't move a muscle. After a few seconds of prodding with his tongue, Draco pulled away and grinned. "Can you open your mouth? So I can try this properly?"

Harry nodded stupidly, decided that he really did want to participate, and did as requested. Draco's mouth was once again attached to his own and slowly their tongues began to mingle, dancing together fluidly as if they'd been doing it forever. It was grand, just as he'd always imagined it would be. But never, in all of his daydreams did he envision Draco pulling away without trace of emotion on his face. That was definitely not part of his fantasies.

"Thanks Harry. I owe you a favor now." Draco patted Harry on the shoulder and turned to make his way into his flat.

"Sure." Harry stared after him. They nodded once at each other before Draco shut the door and was gone.

On his walk home, Harry cursed himself for being too stunned to ask the verdict on whether or not Draco thought he was gay.

Holy fucking shit that was great, Draco's mind screamed at him as he slipped out of his shoes and collapsed onto his couch. He could still feel Harry's lips on his own, still feel the warmth, still taste him. He took a few deep calming breaths.

Kissing Harry had really not been all that great of an idea, in hindsight. He was more confused than ever. His mind was whirling with questions. Was he gay? Or was Harry just a superb kisser? Did he have a crush on Harry like Liz seemed to think? Yes, he was pretty positive that he did.. If he didn't before, he certainly did now.

In the wee hours of morning before falling asleep, Draco decided that he couldn't possibly conclude he was gay after kissing one man. He would just need to do it again with somebody else. Right?