Harry opened his eyes slowly as the sun was peeking its way through the window with the curtains he forgot to close last night. That was his first clue that it wasn't a normal day. He always closed the curtains. Suddenly the memories from the night before flooded him and he looked to his right to see Charlie still asleep next to him. He smiled to himself.

He thought he would've been a little more unsettled from the revelation's he had last night but was pleasantly surprised because he wasn't. His headache suddenly made its presence known and he groaned as he rolled over. Charlies arm snuck over and pulled Harry closer to him. Harry looked over his shoulder and saw that he was still asleep with a small smile on his face.

Harry laid there with Charlies arms wrapped around his waist and watched the other man sleep. He was content but he knew that whatever it was with Charlie was not something that could continue. It was going to be awkward enough when the others in house realized what happened it was sure to be mixed emotions about it. George would probably cheer and slap them both on the back. He wasn't sure how Bill would take with it. Hermione would laugh until she realized that it would jeopardize her relationship with the rest of the Weasleys.

"Oh fuck" Suddenly last night didn't seem like such a good idea. At least now he knew it was gay and found guys more attractive and could finally admit it without feeling sick. He felt the walls closing in as he realized that he could possibly lose the only family he had. He felt he had already lost Ron because he clearly took Hermione's side in all their arguments. Although, if he was honest with himself, he lost Ron when he walked out looking or the horcruxs.

He could only imagine how Ron would react to this news; it wouldn't be pretty that for sure. Granted, he would probably start to see that Harry really wasn't interested in Hermione that way. One could only hope right? Harry laughed inwardly to himself.

He could only imagine Ginny's face when she found out. His headache got dramatically worse just thinking about that. He could imagine her standing there screaming like a banshee because he couldn't understand she loved him and that he would never find anyone to love him and care for him like she did. Well, that was according to her anyway. It was a regular argument they had since that fateful day in May.

He laid there, still wrapped in Charlies arms and imagined the look of pure disappointment on Mrs. Weasleys face when she found out. He felt the stab in his heart at disappointing the only women he ever saw as his mother. She had always opened her house, arms and heart to him and treated him as her own son. But if he knows about Charlie, then perhaps it will all be okay. Right?

"Morning" Charlie muttered sleepily making Harry jump a little. "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you"

"All good Charlie. How're you feeling?" Charlie just buried his head deep into the pillows. "I have Hangover cure down stairs. I'm getting up."

Charlie moved and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. "Sounds good. Look last night I had fun but..."

"Don't Charlie, I get it. I do. It not worth some of the other arguments with everyone else." Charlie just looked at him over his shoulder. "No honestly Charlie, it's nothing to worry about. I promise. I can't say that I can pretend it didn't happen but what happened in this room stays in this room yeah?" Charlie smiled.

"Hangover cure?" Harry smiled back and nodded.

Harry was walking around Grimmald place lounge room cleaning up after the night before. The Weasleys had left for the Burrow already and were none the wiser about what happened between Charlie and Harry. Hermione was in the kitchen tidying up after breakfast this morning. Harry forgot how tiring it was having people over for the night. Kreacher was nowhere to be found, although that didn't surprise Harry. He rarely helped out anymore. Even Hermione had given up trying to please him. The issue with that is that he can't free him because he's was completely crazy.

"So Harry, going to tell me what happened last night?" Hermione asked with a smile on her face already knowing what went on behind closed doors last night. Harry looked up sharply.

"No, but I will tell you that I am most defiantly not straight and that Charlie knows what to do with his tongue" Hermione just stuck hers out at him while he laughed. She sat on the lounge and cuddled up to his side. He threw his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. They sat there for what could have been hours, neither was sure. They just enjoyed the comfort of each other. Harry leant down and kissed the top of her head.

"Well, at least I know I still have you." Hermione looked up at him and cuddled closer so she was practically sitting on his lap.

"You will always have me Harry. One day soon you're going to realize this and you're going to understand. I. Am. Not. Going. Anywhere." She emphasized each word in the last sentence. There was a tapping on the window that brought them both out of their own little world that they were immerged in.

"Draco's owl." Harry cried happily. Hermione looked on with a smile. Hermione moved onto the lounge next to him so he could get up read the letter. She watched as a slow but sure smile spread across his face.

"Hey, feel free to say no but do you mind if I invite him over? He says he's bored and that it leads to trouble, which I can relate to. I mean, it's just him and his mum in the manor and that's got to be pretty shitty." Harry asked with a tone that told Hermione how unsure he was of asking her.

"Harry, it's your house, he's your friend. Of course you can. If you want I can duck out for an hour and give you some time alone?"

"What no!" He cried. "That's not what I'm asking at all. I just wanted to ask you so you're not uncomfortable. If you are, I won't ask. It's simple really."

"Just do it." She smiled at him knowingly. Even if he didn't know it yet himself.

Hey Dray.

I know you hate nicknames but I shorten everyone's names ha-ha. Anyway, feel free to come over and cause trouble here if you like. 12 Grimmald place, just apparate to the front steps. See you soon yeah?

Harry.

Within five minutes of sending the owl, the doorbell rang. Harry got up from the lounge with Hermione to answer the door.

"Hey Dray."

"That is an absolute abomination of my name and I demand you never to call me that again!" Draco cried.

"Get used to it Malfoy, he does it to everyone's name he possible can. He's the only one that can call me 'Mione without getting the life hexed out of him." Hermione said as she announced her presence behind Harry in the entry hall. Draco looked over Harry's shoulder and visibly paled at the sight of Hermione.

He still felt incredibly guilty about what happened at the manor over Christmas and he wasn't sure how to apologise for not jumping in and helping. He had come to realize that everyone was right in calling her the brightest witch of their age because she was. Here stood the only girl who could challenge him academically and he was only just realizing how much he respected her. Yes, she was a muggleborn and all his life he had been told that they were worthless, but clearly his fathers idealistic's were all wrong. Look at the war that just happened.

"Granger, I didn't realize you would be here as well"

"Well I did offer to go but harry said it wouldn't be a problem but if it is..."

"No. Please, stay Granger." Draco realized how stupid his greeting sounded now. After the fact, always after the fact. He had this habit of speaking without thinking. Something he was trying to curb in.

"Come in then and stop standing on the doorstep" Harry laughed inviting the older boy inside. He took a step back and Draco followed Hermione into the lounge room.

"Granger,"

"Hermione."

"Pardon?" Draco questioned.

"Call me Hermione."

"Only if you call me Draco." Hermione smiled at him in response. "I don't even know where to start, but usually they say the beginning is a good place. I want to apologize. The way I acted at school before the wall, well I was a right prat and I know that now. I had it drilled into me since before I could walk or talk that Muggleborns were below us on the food chain of wizards.

"I was always slightly jealous of you at school and I'm big enough to admit it now. I could never understand how someone who wasn't brought up around magic could always best me in every subject if not more. When the war was on, I will admit, I was glad that I wasn't in either of your shoes and I don't even know everything that went on. Being in my own shoes was enough." He laughed nervously.

"But most of all I want to apologize for what happened at the manor at Easter. I know it wasn't me doing it but I could of done something more to stop it."

"Draco, stop please. You couldn't of done anything otherwise they would of killed you and then where would we be? Certainly not sitting in the lounge room together would we?" Hermione smiled at him and he realized she was serious. "But honestly. Thank you for being the bigger person and its okay. Just prove to me that you have changed and all will be good."

"I plan on it Grang.. I mean Hermione. Sorry going to take some getting used to."

"It's okay Ferret." Harry spoke up with a giant smile on his face. Draco looked at him with a smirk on his face.

"Anytime scar head. So what are we doing this afternoon then?"

Harry saw this for what it was, changing the subject to ease any awkwardness, not that there was any between Draco and himself. Hermione smiled. Draco sat on a chair and made himself comfortable. After a few hours of talking, the comfortable silence surrounded them. Harry looked over at Draco.

"Stay the night?"

Draco smiled and Harry returned it. Hermione excused herself and left the boys to themselves. She could see what apparently neither of them could. She knew by the end of this Hogwarts year those two boys in there would be together and she couldn't help but smile to herself. It was about time Harry found happiness; after all, he deserved it. And Draco was hot.