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MidnightShadeux- yes, the crisis does indeed begin. ;) And thank you! I'm glad you didn't find anything negative in the last chapter, that makes me happy. If you find anything in this chapter, let me know! And I have no idea what Blaise was thinking, we may find that out later in the story, we shall see. I haven't decided what to do with Blaise yet... ;) Enjoy!

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Chapter 7

Harry was flabergasted. He wanted to ask Draco questions like how long had he known and that sort of thing, but he figured now was probably not the best time, given that Draco was already pretty worked up. However, there was one thing he had to ask Draco.

"Malfoy, should I leave? How is this going to work until tomorrow?"

There was an annoyed sigh from the other side of the door.

"I don't know, Potter. I don't really want to think about anything right now. Just give me some time," Draco answered.

So Harry decided he would wait. It was very strange for him to see Draco like this. Before Ginny, Harry would have felt like Draco had gotten what he had deserved. But now, he actually knew what Draco was going through, and he wouldn't wish it upon anyone in the world, not even Draco.

Draco didn't emerge again until around dinner, just as Harry started making penne pasta and marinara sauce.

"Is that just for you, Potter, or are you going to be nice and share?" Draco said.

"It depends," Harry responded. "Are you going to act civilly towards me or not?"

"That's a tall order Potter, I'm not feeling very civil right now," Draco warned.

"Well then work on it," Harry responded, and turned back to the pasta. Draco smirked and started getting the bowls and silverware together, figuring that he should make himself useful for something.

When the food was all done cooking, they sat down to eat, and promptly didn't talk. Nobody said anything until Harry could not stand the quiet.

"So..." Harry said. And that's as far as he got. They sat in silence again.

"I really don't know what to say to you, Potter. I don't think we have ever had a civil conversation. So I haven't said anything, because I don't know what to say," Draco explained.

"Same," Harry replied. "Well, I guess we should figure out if I am going back home early or what. If this dinner is any indication though, I think I should go home."

"Have you found another place to live?" asked Draco.

"I found a couple of possibilities, but I haven't been inside any of them yet. I don't want to make any offers before I see the inside of them," Harry explained.

"That makes sense," Draco said. He sat, thinking for a bit, before he spoke again. "How about this: you stay here overnight, visit a house or two, and I will head in to work to catch up on paperwork I missed. That way we won't have to see each other very much."

"I don't know, won't it be weird having the two of us in the same house?" Harry asked.

"Definitely," Draco agreed.

"But you're ok with that?"

"Neither of us are going to be here tomorrow, and you are going away after that. We were in the same building for years during our education," Draco pointed out.

"But that was Hogwarts, that's different. But I guess if you are ok with it, it's fine with me. I was sleeping on the couch anyway," Harry said.

"So then we decided. Now, if you will excuse me, I am going to retire for the night," Draco said.

"Woah woah woah, not so fast! You've got to help with the dishes!" Harry scolded.

"Let the house elf do it," Draco said just as a house elf cracked into the room. He smirked at Harry's annoyed face and then shut the door to his room.

Harry, however, couldn't just leave the house elf to clean up after dinner alone, so he helped, grumbling the entire time. When he finished, he decided he would stay up reading a little before going to bed. So he did exactly that. He read, got ready for bed, and then settled down to sleep. And this is how Draco found him when he came in for a glass of milk.

However, it wasn't quite what he had expected. You see, Harry tended to sleep without a shirt. And, since he was an Auror, he was in decent shape. Not a six-pack, but fit. And Harry's blanket was kind of falling off of him. So Draco raised an eyebrow in appreciation, and went off to bed with some...interesting thoughts regarding Harry. He started to think maybe he should try to be a little nicer to him. Although, he didn't know if he would be able to change that quickly.

Harry ignored Draco, but opened his eyes when Draco left. He had felt Draco's eyes on him, and he was going to have some thinking to do regarding one certain Draco Malfoy. The fact Draco was gay was raising more questions than Harry was comfortable with. Like why did Harry have the dream about Draco the other night, and what that could possibly entail.