AN: So i had a pretty mayor block with this chapter. I had no idea what to write and where i wanted this story to go- which is why this chapter might be a little- too full of thoughts. ouo I hope you'll like it! :) review and tell me your thoughts so i can improve! :) Thanks to all those who follow and favorite my story!

Draco pov.

Draco was currently sitting in his room in the Leaky Cauldron, he wasn't actually doing anything, but his mind was racing. He had brought a phone to stay in contact with Harry. It had taken him some time to actually figure out how this muggle invention worked, but he had gotten the basis. He had just received a message from Harry, who was his only contact, expecting it to be the usually meet up notification, he had opened it and almost let his eyes pop out of their sockets in shock. He hadn't replied yet. Honestly he didn't know how to reply. Harry thought he of all people would know what being gay contained. Draco rolled his eyes. Of course he knew what it was, he was gay himself. But he only knew what it meant to be gay in the wizard sense of the word. Of course he had read about it, but he was far from an expert. He rolled his eyes. Why was Harry even asking? He sighed softly. Did he know Draco was…? He furrowed his brows, shaking his head. He couldn't know. Draco rubbed his forehead. It was stupid to assume anything. Harry was probably just curious. Maybe he had a client who was homosexual. Draco shook his head. He shouldn't think too much about it, but maybe it was time for him to tell Harry just what he was. He rubbed his neck. Not that he was a wizard. No that was certainly way too much to deal with for Harry, but that he was gay. If Harry was curious, he would be more open than the people Draco had lost because he told them. He could feel the bitterness spread through him. He had lost his best friend, because she couldn't deal with the fact that they would never marry. Draco had no idea what had given her that idea in the first place, but now it wasn't like he could change who he was.

He picked his phone up and started typing.

'Hi Harry

I know a bit about the topic you're interested in, but I don't know how to write it in a text. Can we talk about it face to face?

Draco.'

He huffed, that was certainly one way to avoid answering. He really hoped he'd come up with something to tell Harry, before they met up. For once he was glad he was actually smart. He rubbed his cheek in thought. What could he possible say? 'hey Harry, listen up. I'm gay and oh yeah I'm also a real wizard. Yes I can use magic to summon lube- Now let's have sex.' He chuckled to himself. Right. Like that'd ever happen. He shook his head and looked at his phone. Harry wasn't like him. Harry was a muggle, he was with no doubt straight. Draco sighed. He was a disgrace to the Malfoy family. Not only did he follow the muggle rules, he also fell in love with one. He couldn't really help it though. Harry wasn't like anyone else he'd ever met. He sighed and lay back on his bed. And it didn't hurt that Harry had the body of a god. Okay, that was probably a little over exaggeration, but to Draco it was more true than he'd like to admit.
He could almost sense how Harry's slim arms would feel around his waist. He was almost certain Harry's hair would feel softer than the feather of his quill, even if it was a peacock feather. The idea of running his fingers through the other males black locks, made a smile appear on his face.

Draco was sure Harry had no idea, just how bad he tempted Draco. He huffed. Of course he didn't. Harry was innocent in every sense of the word. Draco was too, in his own way. He had saved a baby bird when he was younger and hidden it for his parents' eyes. He shook his head. What did that even have to do with anything? He rolled his eyes at his own stupidity. He was truly an idiot. He squeaked when his phone biped and fumbled with it, before he opened the new text from Harry. It didn't say much. It just stated a place and a time. Draco smiled softly, before he replied.

'I'll be there.'

Even if he didn't want to talk to Harry about it, he deep down knew he had to get it off his chest at some point. He sighed. When he had told Harry it, hopefully he'd still have a Harry to tell things. He rubbed his neck. Who should have thought a Malfoy would ever care about what a muggle thought? Draco chuckled to himself and got off his bed, casting a quick tempus charm to check the time. He still had time enough to actually take a shower and not just use a charm. He hummed as he slipped out of his robes. He had only been wearing them, because Blaise had been there earlier. Draco had gotten, what his father would call a nasty habit, of wearing muggle clothes. It was incredible how you could style your clothes. He had never quite tried that with robes. Sure they were rather elegant, but muggle clothes had another charm to them.

He walked into the bathroom, turning on the water and sticking his hand under the heavy drops, making sure it had the right temperature before he let whole his body underneath the pour of water. He sighed in content, letting the water loosen the tense muscles, most of his body consisted of these days. His thoughts drifted back to the conversation he had had with Blaise earlier. Him and Blaise hadn't really talked much, after Blaise and Pansy got involved. Draco found it odd, that the tan man would suddenly want to talk. He should have known Blaise was just doing as Draco's father asked him to. His father knew how to get what he wanted. Draco tensed up again as he recalled his former friend's words. 'just be happy your father don't know your into that muggle of yours.' Blaise had then rolled his eyes and told Draco to get his head out of his ass and live up to his name. Draco was surprised his father had thought sending Blaise would gain him anything. He rubbed his neck. He really was tense.

Draco took his time picking out the right outfit. It wasn't every day you'd tell the guy you liked, that you were indeed a freak. He sighed. He shouldn't be so hard on himself. He knew that. But it was probably a ballast of being a Malfoy. Draco expected things of himself no one his age expected of themselves. He had always done that. When he started at Hogwarts at age 11, he had already learnt to perform the most common spells. His parents had encouraged him to do it, but it had meant that when the time to learn these spells came, he had been bored out of his mind. Sure, he enjoyed when the teacher's face lit up in surprise and when he was praised, but on the other hand, he wanted to be just like the rest. He shook his head and tried to actually think of what he'd say to Harry, while he got dressed. It was stupid really. He was a Malfoy. He was a wizard. But he was terrified what Harry would do, when he knew. Draco blinked. If he didn't like Harry's reaction he could just obliviate him and rearrange his memories. He sighed. He didn't want to hurt Harry. He wouldn't be able to ever point his want towards the other man, with ill intensions in heart. He rubbed his face. He was such a fool. Falling for a muggle was always a problem, but being who he was, made it an even bigger deal. Draco sighed. He wanted to pull his hair and throw things into the wall in frustration, but he knew no Malfoy would behave like that. In the end he was still a Malfoy and he had to make up with his father, even if he had no desire to.

He knew Harry had been right when he had suggested if Draco was rebelling against his father. He knew that was just what he was doing at the time, but he also knew that in the end he'd have to behave and get in line. He shook his head. Especially if he wanted his father's blessing to be with Harry. Draco huffed. Like that would ever happen. He wanted to laugh at his own stupidity. Harry wasn't gay. He couldn't be. He was far too… Draco didn't know. He just wasn't like any gay wizard Draco had ever met or like any gay muggle he'd ever hooked up with. Not that the list of any of those were long… but he just had this feeling. He sighed. And his father would never approve of Draco dating a muggle, even if said muggle had been a woman. When had his life become this complicated?

Draco fixed his hair with a charm, before he stepped out of his room, tugging his wand down in his pocket. He pulled his jacket closer around himself and walked down the stairs and out the pub onto the streets in London. He just had to collect himself and get this solved. Draco nodded to himself as he walked down the streets, hands in his jacket's pockets, eyes glazing over the people around him. They didn't matter. He let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, when he saw the sign of the café Harry had asked him to come to. Draco took the small place in. It was almost invisible, surrounded by tall buildings with big signs and bright colors. The café looked shabby and honestly not like a place for a living soul. Draco squinted his eyes to look through the windows. People were moving around in there. Not a lot, but still enough people to make Draco worried someone would overhear their conversation. He gulped. He really wish he could cast a silence charm or really anything to give them the privacy Draco wanted. He wanted to come out to Harry, not to the rest of the world. He sighed and almost jumped when a hand landed on his shoulder. He was too close to drawing his want and cursing said person, when he realized it was Harry. He calmed down and sent the other man a soft smile. "Harry. You surprised me." Harry chuckled. "Why are you just standing out here? Lets go inside. I know it doesn't look of much, but it's so much more on the inside. Plus…- its private." Draco could see the faint red on Harry's ears and shortly wondered if Harry was embarrassed by his own request or something entirely else.