AN- Really want an opinion on how this story should go, R&R to let me know!

Draco's house is not a coffee shop 10

Harry stared at Draco the same way you stare at something when you don't exactly know what it is.

"And…" Harry repeated, "AND?!" He yelled the second time, his anger seemingly sobering him up a bit.

Draco's Hands went up in a defensive and innocent pose, "What?!"

Harry didn't respond, instead he went back to starting in irritation and confusion.

Draco felt his own irritation rise, "WHAT!? What do you want from me?!"

Harry stood up so that he was effectively looming over Draco, and for the first time since reconnecting with his school rival, Draco was nervous.

"How can you just say 'and' so casually? Snape called my mother a mudblood!" Harry wasn't yelling, but he was speaking with conviction and Draco was starting to feel an entirely new type of nervous.

He pushed his nervous feelings down and stood up to face Harry and defend himself. He threw his arms out as he spoke to get his point across.

"So? I called Granger a mudblood at least once a week for almost seven years and she still answered my firecall! But you are telling me that years of friendship ended because Severus did something stupid, one time?!" Draco's arms flopped back to his sides, a careless sign of his intoxication.

He watched as Harry deflated slightly and then slowly sat back down on the love seat. Draco also slowly took his own seat, prepared to spring up if Harry went off again.

Harry picked up his drink and began sipping it again, "I see what you mean…"

Draco felt the edge of guilt slide across his emotions, Harry looked distressed.

Draco wanted to slap himself for feeling the need to comfort Potter, but he did it anyway.

"I mean… it is different because your mum and Severus were friends and, Granger and I aren't." The words stung coming out, Malfoys never back peddled and Draco hated that Potter drove him to do it.

Harry shook his head, "No, you are right. If I called Hermione a Mudblood in a fit of anger, she would eventually forgive me."

Draco snorted and took a swig of his drink, "I don't know about that, Grangers got a temper on her."

Harry chuckled, "Yeah, she does."

The tightness in Draco's chest loosened slightly when Harry smiled and for some unknown reason he wanted to keep that smile in place.

"Maybe if things had been different and your mother lived, they could have reconciled." Draco felt internally sick at his own sappiness, but when Harry looked up at him without a hint of sadness, it seemed worth it. Draco wasn't really sure what was happening and it was scaring him a little, were they becoming friends?

"Maybe they would have," Harry looked off into the distance as if imagining a world where it happened.

"But, that isn't how it went. After Snape and my mum had their falling out, I think it was my dad and Sirius that exasperated the situation so they wouldn't make up, because they hated Snape and my dad had a crush on my mum." Harry once again looked slightly ashamed but this time there was a light blush across his cheeks.

"What your dad and his friends did to Severus sounds like us in school." Draco was gaining a better understanding of why his godfather hated Harry so much, but unlike Severus, Draco understood that hating Harry didn't change it.

"Yeah, we do dumb things when we are young, but that's how it went down. I saw the whole thing." Harry shrugged.

"I can't imagine that Severus' dying action was to give you a memory of him being thoroughly embarrassed with his own spell." Draco practically scoffed at the thought.

Harry's blush deepened and he quickly took another sip of his drink, "ummmm… no, I found out about that in fifth year…"

Draco leaned forward, he was very interested in the story behind this tidbit, but he also found himself oddly drawn to Potter when he blushed. As he continued to drink, Draco became less and less concerned about the odd feelings he was having for his rival.

"Well, fess up! This ought to be a good story."

Harry set his glass down with conviction, "Nope, it's your turn!"

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