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Chapter Ten

*Harry was normal. And it was wonderful. Nobody swamped him in the streets, no press watched his every move, nobody tried to injure him. And Harry was loving it.

He had a job at the ministry catching criminals, and he really enjoyed it. And luckily, Harry did not work in the same department as Draco did. He wasn't sure exactly what Drafo actually did in the ministry, he just saw him around the hallways sometimes. But from what he could gather, Draco was a decent, but aloof guy.

Harry laughed. That was a good one. Draco was only aloof. He had his moments, but then he generally turned right back around to his more natural behavior. And the ministry? Harry didn't even know if Draco had a job! But there was one thing true. Lucius was locked away in jail, and hopefully for good this time. So it was only natural for Harry to want to celebrate. Ron however wanted to spend the night with Hermione and celebrate, and Harry did NOT want to be the awkward third wheel before they vanished behind locked doors. But Harry didn't really know who to celebrate with, so he thought he would go to Malfoy Manor since Narcissa would understand why he was releaved more than happy.

When he showed up, Narcissa opened the door instead of Draco, which was a nice change.

"Harry! To what do I owe the pleasure?" Narcissa asked.

"Well, I know that you already heard that Lucius got locked back up,"

"For which I am glad," Narcissa interupted. Harry smiled.

"And that's why I came. I felt like you would understand," Harry responded.

"I believe I do," Narcissa said. "Would you like to come in and sit down? Draco isn't going to be home for a while, he has stuff he has to clear up at his work."

"Yes please. May I ask what Draco does?" Harry asked. He had been curious as to what he did as a job.

"I don't think it is my place to say, perhaps you should ask him yourself the next time that you see him," Narcissa said. It looked like Harry would not be finding the answer to that question today.

"All right, I will," Harry said. "Now Narcissa, how have you been?"

"I have been fairly well, I suppose," Narcissa responded. They continued chatting until Draco came in from work, complaining the minute he stepped in the door.

"Mother, let me tell you how much I hate paperwork. There seems to be a form for everything, do this, do that, it's horrible!" At this point, Draco entered the room where Narcissa and Harry were sitting. "Mother, what is Potter doing here? I thought the case was over."

"Yes, Draco dear, it is. Harry just came over to celebrate seeing as his friends were preoccupied."

Draco smirked. "Preoccupied, indeed. Harry certainly wouldn't want to stick around for that."

"Draco, we were just about to indulge in some tea, would you like to join us for a cup?" Narcissa asked.

"I suppose. I'm guessing that Harry isn't going to be leaving anytime soon?"

"No, not right away. I did come over to celebrate, and I will stay until Narcissa kicks me out," Harry responded. "Now, if no one objects, I will go help with the tea."

Narcissa glared at Draco. "Stop it, Draco. Harry is our guest, and you better start treating him as such. I don't care if you have positive or negative feeling for him, just give the man the respect he deserves. He's been through more than you could imagine."

"Ok, mother, I will try. However, I'm not making any promises."

"I don't need a promise. I just need you to try," Narcissa told Draco. At this point, Harry walked back into the room with some tea.

"It seems that the house elves had gotten a bit ahead of me, they already had the tea steeping when I came in," Harry said, attempting to shrug while balancing the tray of tea cups and saucers. He set the tray down on the coffee table, and the three of them chatted, although it was mostly Narcissa and Harry. However, when the evening started to get late, Draco came out of his pity-party shell and joined in the conversation. By the time Narcissa announced she was heading up for bed, Draco and Harry were talking rather easily with each other.

"Tell me, Harry, what was it about Ginny that you were attracted to in the first place?" Draco asked, genuinely curious.

"Uhhh... Well... She was - is - very smart. And she had nice hair?" Harry said.

"So basically you have no idea," Draco said.

"No, not really. Why were attracted to Blaise?"

"He was hot. And loyal, or so I thought. And intellegent, he just didn't use it all the time. Similar reasons as you, except I am sure about my sexuality. You should probably figure that out," Draco reasoned.

Harry shook his head. "I'm straight, I know."

"Do you, though? You haven't wondered why you have ever only been attracted to a handful of women? I have a feeling you have found more guys attractive than girls. And you want to tell me that when I kissed you, you didn't think on it for a little while?" Harry's blush gave Draco his answer. "I can usually tell when someone is gay. You know, Harry, being gay is all right. Sure, people may get upset by it, but that's their problem. And girls are so confusing. Guys make more sense, at least to me."

"Err, thanks?" Harry didn't quite know what to take of Draco's little speech.

"Face it, Harry. You're gay."*