Hey guys family has been over to my house. Hopefully you know how that goes. In response to Kigen Dawn, don't worry there will be some sweet kisses in hopefullly 1 to 2 more chapters depending on the length they end up being. Thanks for the reviews, follows, and favorites! It is currently Friday in the story.
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Draco slept in later then he intended. He would be late for work. His colleagues did not care, but since his trial the ministry had still kept a close eye on him. He tried not to give them any reasons to be upset with him. He dressed quickly and only ran a comb through his hair. He did not have time to stop by the coffee shop. He found Sally stepping out of his office before he could even step in. She smiled at him.
"You have a visitor Mr. Malfoy," she grinned at him. "I have already spoken to him," she winked. Draco scowled. He did not like it when she flirted with his colleagues, clients, or friends. "Don't look so sour Mr. Malfoy he did not forget the whipped cream this time." Sally walked away with a little sway in her hips. Draco straightened his robes and pulled back his shoulders. He opened the door to his office. He never liked to be later then the geusts. He found Potter lounging in a seat while fiddling with pen on his desk.
"Morning Potter," Draco said coolly. He closed his door and set his coat on the back of his chair. He spotted the cup waiting for him.
"Morning Malfoy, Dan said you had not come into the shop this morning so I thought I would bring you a cuppa." Harry smiled. His leg was fidgeting as if he was nervous.
"Thanks, I see that you and Sally got to meet. So tell me, when are there going to be wedding bells?" Draco smirked. He settled behind his desk and took a sip of the hot liquid. Harry laughed.
"Oh she was very nice, but she seemed to think I was taken. I'm not sure why as she knew Ginny and I arn't together anymore." Malfoy nodded.
"She thinks everyone is in a relationship, just that some choose not to acknowledge it." Harry grinned goofily. "What are you smiling about Potter?" Malfoy raised a skeptical brow.
"Your hair... It looks different, like you don't have any gel in it." Draco reached up and trailed a hand through his blonde hair. "No, No. It looks good... more natural. It's just different," he commented. Draco stood and went to his office mirror to try and get a good look. "Here, let me help." Harry stood and walked in front of Draco. He paused to see if Malfoy would refuse. Draco let out a sigh. Having Potter's hands in his hair was an idea he was not... opposed to. Harry reached up and started to gently part Malfoy's hair to the side. It was so soft, Harry had to bit his lip. Harry took his time, going as slow as possible. Draco closed his eyes and let Potter feel his locks. He shouldn't trust Potter with his mess of a head, but his fingers were doing things to him. The men stood there for a while with Draco's eyes closed and Harry's hands softly feeling Draco's hair.
Much too soon Harry stopped and Draco opened his eyes. They had gotten much closer then he remembered. Harry turned and adjusted Draco in front of the mirror. Draco looked at his reflection. His hair was parted similar to how he often parted it, but it looked more free and wild. Malfoy smiled, he actually liked how Potter had done it. He looked at their reflection. He was actually smiling and Harry had a small smile along with a blush. They stood side by side. Draco was a little taller then Potter. Malfoy proped his arm on Potter's shoulder. He wished he could have a picture of what he was looking at. He smirked before he asked "What about my eyes Potter do you think they are dreamy?" Harry's blush deepened.
"I... erm," Harry started to ramble. Draco cut him off.
"Thanks Potter, maybe I can do something with your mess you call hair one of these days." Draco gave Potter's shoulder a squeeze before he went and sat behind his desk again. "Did you find another letter?" he asked. Harry walked back over and sat across from Malfoy.
"No... I just wanted to.. um come by," Harry responded. He took a sip from his drink that he had been abanded. Draco knew what Potter wanted to hear.
"About Sunday Potter..." Draco started. Harry leaned foward.
"Yes..." he encouraged. Draco took a sip from his cuppa before continuing.
"I'll.. I'll come, but on one condition," Harry nodded and Draco continued, "You can't let any of the Weasleys hex me, especially that fiery Ginny," Malfoy said. Harry nodded. He was a happy to know Malfoy actually knew their names.
"Don't worry Malfoy, I am Head Auror after all," Harry supplied. Draco rolled his eyes. He took a big drink from his cuppa, finishing the last if it. Harry was smiling goofily again.
"What now Potter?" Draco asked.
"Oh just you and your damn whipped cream, I got it." Draco blushed but let Harry lean across his desk and brush his fingers around his own lips. Draco had to surpress a sigh. Harry bit his lip while he looked at Malfoy's soft lips. Even though Harry had removed the whipped cream he brushed Malfoys lips once more. Involuntary he was leaning closer and closer. He could smell Draco's cologne and caramel breath. Malfoy watched as Potter came closer. He only took his eyes off of Potter's emerald eyes to glance at his round lips. He was not sure what was happening, but his eyes started to flutter close as Potter's scent teased his nose. Draco began to reach his arm out to feel Harry's hair. They were so close they could only feel each others breathes ghosting their skin. Harry closed his eyes and let his body take over, but before he could feel Malfoy's lips on his own the office door swung open. They split apart and Malfoy's face went scarlet.
"Sally! What did I tell you about not knocking?!" Draco snarled. Harry sat back in his seat and finished his drink to distract himself from what he had almost just done. Sally smiled at Harry and sat on Malfoy's desk. "Get off my desk! Can't you be professional for one minute?" Draco sighed. He rubbed his face with his hands. His attempt to hide his blush failed. Both Harry and Sally could notice.
"I'm sorry, I had no idea I was interrupting something," she faked innocence.
"Well!... um... I was just speaking to Potter about Sunday," Malfoy explained. Harry looked at Malfoy a little surprised. You should not be surprised, he told himself. Malfoy had told him that Sally loved to be "involved" in his personal business.
"Oi so you decided to get over your petty fears and go?" she asked. She was tapping her fingers on his desk.
"Is there something you need? Or are you just hear to annoy me?" Draco asked annoyed. Harry watched their interaction, not knowing if he should leave.
"Yes actually there is. We need to talk about some "incidents" but I do not want to interrupt anything that was happening," she explained. She was giving Harry a once over with her eyes. Harry took that as a hint to stand. Draco stood as well and walked with Potter the short distance to the door.
"Thank you for the drink and company, I'll see you Sunday," Draco said a little awkwardly. Harry smiled. He quickly brushed a strand of Malfoy's hair that had fallen out of place.
"I'll see you, Malfoy," Harry said before he made his way to his own office. Once the door closed Sally gave him a suspicious eyebrow. Draco rolled his eyes at her.
"What was that about?" Sally asked. Malfoy shrugged her off and faked innocence.
"I don't know what you are talking about. I had a chat with Potter where, following your advice, I accepted his invitation to Sunday dinner at the Burrow," he stated matter-of-factly.
"Well chats that are strictly as colleagues do not normally involve touching each others hair and making googly eyes at each other." Sally tsked. Draco rolled his eyes again.
"What was the real reason you came by besides being nosey?" Draco arched a brow. Sally sighed. She dropped the Potter topic and focused on the main issue.
"It has to do with the Hungarians," she began. Draco raked a hand through his hand before he gestured for Sally to sit.
. . .
Harry was greeted by Ron pacing in his office.
"What took you so long? Where have you been? Why do you have such a goofy grin?" Ron started to ramble. He seemed anxious and tired, Harry noted.
"I um.. well I was speaking with Malfoy," Harry paused to examine Ron, "I erm.. well I invited him to the dinner Sunday." Harry waited for Ron to explode.
Ron's face went red and his fists clenched, but all he managed to say was, "Out of all the blokes you could pick you choose Malfoy. Your rivral from school, the ferret that called 'Mione and me names. Are you forgetting the time he had me puking slugs for days?! I know you thought only Ginny knew you liked blokes as well, but I have known for longer then you realized. You haven't seen Malfoy in years and now out of the blue you are bringing him to the Burrow." Ron sighed. He unclenched his fists and took a few breaths. "Did you get drunk and... and," Ron dropped his voice, "intimate with him? Is this why all of a sudden you like him? Cause 'Mione says when someone does that with another person they think they are... are in love," Ron spluttered. Harry's eyes went wide.
"No! No! No! I swear no. I have never nor will I ever sleep with Malfoy! We are just colleagues, I promise. I had to deliver a few letters to him this week and that meant I talked to him. I don't want to have to find a date by Sunday. This would be a good way to start really putting the past in the past and he is not as prat like as he was in school." Harry tried to assure using head and hand motions to emphasize his point. Ron eyed Harry carefully.
"I trust you mate. I just don't want to see you hurt. And if that prat even lays a finger on you or my family he will have Hell to pay." Ron crossed his arms, still visibly upset.
"I can take care of myself Ron, remember I'm Head Auror." Harry took his coat off and walked behind his desk to sit.
"Speaking of being an Auror, Kingsley has us on the field today. We have been tipped off as to where the suspects are. Which is great cause I was getting tired of being stuck in this bloody office." Harry stood back up and gathered his coat.
"Let's not waste time then," Harry replied. Ron and Harry discussed the plan, case, suspects, where they were going, how they would get there, and of course where they would have drinks afterwards. They then signed out and began to execute their plan.
. . .
"Don't fret so much. He probably is working. He is the Head Auror after all." Sally soothed.
"People keep telling me that. You sure he wasn't in his office?" Draco asked for the third time. Sally rolled her eyes.
"Kingsley said he could not tell me where they were, but he did say they were working. You will just have to have dinner with me tonight." Draco sighed, but retrieved his coat anyway. Since Potter had brushed his hair he had just wanted to see him again whether talking... or maybe just a little physical.
. . .
The sky was getting dim. Streaks of light shown through the thick forest of black oaks. Shadows moved about between the trees as hexs, spells, binds, and jinxes were cast. Limp bodies lay scattered along the path the wizards had taken. Harry and Ron had started back-to-back but were now taking on two dark figures on their own. Harry looked over his shoulder as Ron gasped as he was hit by a nasty hex. Harry binded and disarmed the snatcher that had attacked Ron. Even as Ron fell he cast a curse that hit a past death eater straight in the chest behind Harry. Harry turned and binded him as well. Harry ducked behind an oak as a new wizard apperated in front of him. He stunned him using wandless magic. With the wizards not a threat Harry knelt beside Ron to examine the damage. Ron had a new scar along his neck. Harry performed the practiced mediwitch exam.
"I'm fine Harry. If you are so concerned I will go to St. Mongols tommorrow," Ron grumbled. Harry rolled his eyes.
"You don't have to go to St. Mongols, just make sure you put salve on it, mate." Harry looked around him. He had about 10 wands from the wizards they had faught. "I'd say we deserve some drinks." Ron nodded in agreement.
"Let's apparate these wizards, then go to the Three Broom Sticks." Ron stood up and started to drag the bodies to wear he could apperate a few of them at a time. Harry followed suit.
Harry walked into the Three Broom Sticks with Ron. They went straight to the bar. It was long dark outside. Harry knew that Teddy was at his grandmothers home for the night. Harry was busy laughing at what Ron had said to notice the blonde who sat a few seats down. Ron noticed though and Harry noted his friends facial change.
"What's wrong mate?" He asked. Ron nodded in Draco's direction before he mumbled, "It's your not so secret lover."
"My what?" Harry asked confused. He turned his head to follow Ron's eyes. He spotted Malfoy instantly. How he missed him coming in he was not sure. "Oi Malfoy," Harry greeted. He moved over a seat. Ron followed Harry grudgingly.
"Potter, Weasley," Malfoy nodded to both of them. Sally had eaten dinner with him before she left to tend to her own family. Draco had just migrated to the bar instead of staying at the booth. Ron merely nodded back with a grunt. He called for the bartender. Draco looked intently at Potter. "Where have you been?" Draco looked over Harry. He had dirt and sweat on his face. His robes were a mess and his hair was the must unruly he had seen since the battle at Hogwarts. Draco also noticed Ron's new scar. He raised an eyebrow at Potter.
"We were doing some field work. Mostly a success, but Ron got hit." Draco nodded. He did not want to intrude, but he could not help but notice how the mark was inflammed.
"I have some potions that could help," Malfoy tried to be cordial.
"I'll have 'Mione tend to it thank you," Ron responded before he took a swig from his drink. Malfoy nodded. He had not expected Ron to start acting friendly. Harry cleared his throat and took a swig of his drink as well.
"I told Ron to expect you Sunday." Harry tried to keep a conversation between the three of them. Ron scoffed.
"Mum's cooking. If you don't like her cooking you will never be welcomed again. Word of the wise is to pass on the potatoes." Ron gave an honest effort.
"Can do," Malfoy responded. He stared intently at the ice in his glass.
"Also stay away from Percy, he is bad at holding grudges," Harry nodded in agreement. Draco smirked.
"I was under the impresson all of the Weasleys had short tempers and held grudges." Ron's face heated up.
"And I was under the impression that all malfoys.." Ron howled in pain as Harry kicked him hard in the shin.
"Bloody Morgona Harry! You owe me a drink for that," Ron grumbled as he rubbed his shin. Harry turned back to Malfoy.
"So was everything okay with Sally?" he asked smoothly. Draco's face clouded for second before he responded.
"Just some disagreement with the Hungarians. I should be asking you. I know you were in the field, but Salazar Potter you look like you've been trampled and thrown into dirt cloud. That is not even mentioning Weas-Ron's new scar." Malfoy tired to say Ron's name. It felt gross in his mouth. Ron's head snapped when he heard Malfoy use his first name.
"Make it two drinks Harry, I must be imagining things," Ron chimed. Harry grinned at his friend and his dramatics. Draco was staring at Potter.
"I think I'll fix your hair now. It is simply atrocious. You can't go out in public looking like this," Malfoy shook his head. He grabbed Potter by the arm and pulled him into the Mens Loo. Harry blushed for no reason, in Draco's opinion. Harry let Malfoy push him against the sink so their legs were alternating. Draco could smell the wood and sweat scent from Harry as well as his whiskey breath. Harry could smell Malfoy's mint freshness and a hint of his cologne. Draco looked over Harry first. He cast a cleaning spell. Harry's robes began to unstain and dewrinkle. He then pulled a comb out from his slacks. Harry laughed loudly. Draco looked puzzled. "What's so funny?" he asked. Harry latghed even harder. Draco crossed his arms impatiently. Harry slowed his breathing.
"You... you carry a.. a bloody comb... in your pocket," Harry managed to wheeze out. Draco frowned.
"Well don't you?" Draco asked. He had always assumed everyone did. He had been raised to always look his best. Harry shook his head. Draco took a step closer. He was now completely invading Potter's personal space. "Maybe if you did your hair wouldn't be such a mess," he drawled. Harry stopped breathing as Draco's legs touched his thighs. He looked at Malfoys's stormy eyes. They looked determined in a way he had never seen. Draco without hesitation began to comb Harry's hair. He hardly used his fingers, much to Harry's unadmitted liking. Draco looked over his work. He showed a satisfied smirk.
"I want to see," Harry commented. He intended to turn so he stepped forward. He pushed gently against Malfoy's body unintentionally. Malfoy grabbed Potter's arms to steady him. Malfoy could feel Potter's muscles and abs even through the clothes. He could also feel... oh god. Draco blushed. Harry blushed as well not knowing how to move to avoid any more physical contact. His body had betrayed him as he has stumbled into Malfoy's lean, god of a body. Ron opened the door and slightly stumbled in. He made a repulsed face as he saw Harry and Draco pressed much to close to his liking.
"I'm going to puke. Yoy could have told me you were coming in here to s-" Harry cut Ron off. He stepped back from Malfoy and cold air hit his body.
"Ron it was not what it looked like," Harry blushed. "I just stumbled.-" Ron then interrupted him.
"No need to explain. I'm heading out. I should get home to 'Mione and Rose. I don't want to be around to see any sh-" Harry sighed. Draco stood looking frozen on the spot. He just watched Ron and Harry interact, occasionally blushing.
"I will see you tommorrow. Send 'Mione my love and if you see or talk to 'Gin tell her I'll come tommorrow night.," Ron nodded, while Malfoy looked confused. He had no clue what Potter would be during with his x Saturday night. Ron apperated home. After a quick glance at his reflection Harry walked back into the bar. Malfoy soon followed. They sat and drank for a few hours. They forgot about what had happened in the bathroom and only focused on exchanging stories.
They were chuckling at a Hogwarts memory. Harry was starting to slurr his words. They had had one too many shot- taking-competitions.
"Potter you and your damned eyes are enough to drive anyone mad. They are just sooo gre-he-en," Malfoy admitted before he could think. He was leaning forward peering at Potter's now dialated eyes. Harry smiled at his complement.
"Well yours always look as if there is a storm approaching. Just like you and your unpredictability... One second they are gray and peircing then they're blue and open and next they are clouded all over again." Harry spoke quietly. Malfoy was intoxicated and he knew it, but he could not think. He could only think about Potter's green eyes staring at his "stormy" own. There were still small traces of the scent of the woods from Potter's auror work. They were leaning again. Nobody in the bar were paying any attention to them. Draco's hand had been holding onto the counter for support. His hand slipped and he lost his footing on the bar stool. His one hand landed on Potter's knee and his other hit the ground. Harry started laughing at the sight of Malfoy toppled over onto the floor. Malfoy pushed himself up and swatted Potter's leg. "C'mon let's get you home safely." Harry wrapped an arm around Malfoy's shoulders. (Only to help support him of course. It is not like he liked the physical contact at all ;) They walked out of the pub and onto the streets. Draco leaned into Potter and he in return tightened his grip on Draco's shoulders. They exchanged a few short stories from their "goodish" school days before they came upon Malfoy's flat. It was visibly bigger then Harry's but not as big as Harry had expected.
Harry did not let go of Malfoy until Draco had unlocked the door and walked inside. Malfoy began to sweat. He had not expected anyone to come to his place so it was not immaculate.
"Tea?" Malfoy asked. Harry nodded and headed to the kitchen. It was double the size of Harry's. "It's in the top shelf next to my potions." Malfoy instructed. Harry helped himself to making two cups of tea. He looked through Malfoy's potions until he found hangover and pepper upper vials. He brought the drinks to where Draco was sitting on his charcoal La Rosa tufted sofa. He had a cat sitting on his lap. That surprised Harry. He had never taken Malfoy to being a pet person. Misty purred and lay on her back as Malfoy gently rubbed her stomach. Harry set the drinks on a coffee table and sat down next to Malfoy.
"Her name's Misty. She is a cuddler," Malfoy elaborated. At hearing her name she rolled over, stretched, and crawled onto Harry's lap. Harry pet her gently. She purred and rolled into differ positions for him to scratch. Harry noticed her eyes.
"Oi Malfoy, her eyes are like yours. One is gray and one is blue and her booty's are like your blonde hair." Harry looked over at Malfoy who had not responded. He was asleep. Harry could not help but admire how peaceful he looked. It was a look he was never used to seeing. His blonde hair was disheveled. His mouth was parted slightly and his eyes were closed lazily. Harry place Misty onto the ground. She vocolized her unhappiness. Harry found a blanket and placed it over Malfoy. Draco's tea sat untouched. Harry wrote a quick note thanking Malfoy for having drinks with him. With one last glance at the sleeping Draco, Harry left the apartment and apperated to his home now somber from the potions.
Once home Harry tended to Teddy's many pets before he himself collapsed onto his much less fancy sofa. He dreamt of Draco and him almost kissing. Each tine their lips were about to meet Ron would appear and the dream would switch to a new setting, but with the same outcome.