Call me Mr. Potter!

Author: Pokari, R

Disclaimer: you know it's not mine

Summary: Harry is a mediwizard especially for children and he is now working as a nanny for Draco's twins.

Pairings: Harry/Draco, Sirius/Severus

Time: Post-Hogwarts

Warnings: slash, slightly AU.

Note: unbeta-ed.

Chapter 11

The first thing Sirius do when he opened his shop was giving Neville spare keys, so he could get in and help opening the shop. It was Sunday and the customers weren't as many as usual, but it was a busy day for Neville. Since he came, Harry had taught him how to make muffin, upon Sirius' insist because he would like it served everyday, not just weekend when Harry had the time to make it.

Sirius then explained the kind of sandwiches served at their shop and how to serve it. Lastly come the coffee. Neville hadn't got the hang on how to brew their special coffee, but Sirius only smiled.

"Don't worry about it. Harry needed three weeks before the guests even dare to drink it."

"Then it will probably took me forever." Neville sighed as he washed the glasses.

Neville noticed that what made Sirius' shop so popular was because everything was served the muggle way. It was popular lately since the wizardry world started to pay more attention to the muggle world. Of course they couldn't come to the muggle world everyday, but the mugglish places in the wizardry world would do.

When he asked Harry though, he only laughed and explained, "Sirius thought serving coffee with magic is too boring. Just swaying your wands, works are done and then you don't have anything left to do. Beside, making coffee is an art, it's his thought of course, that not even his wand can achieve."

Neville nodded.

Harry laughed again. "Don't let it fooled you. If you asked me, I'll say that he had forgot how to use his wand since he prefers to do prank with it."

"I heard that." Sirius growled. "I'll show you what I can do with my wand."

"Oh, Sirius, you know that I was kidding." Harry smiled. He looked at the muggle clock behind him. "Strange, it's past breakfast now. I've told Draco that he and the twins can come for breakfast."

"Miss him already?" Neville grinned.

"Them." Harry corrected his friend. "So how was your lunch yesterday?"

"I didn't lunch with him." Neville said with blank expression.

"WHAT!" Sirius and Harry said in the same time.

"Well," Neville wasn't comfortable with the obvious attention to his personal life. "He saw me, telling me to finish my chore, and dress up for dinner."

Harry chuckled. "Typically him."

Neville shook his head. "He was polite and the dinner was fine actually."

"So you have nothing to complain about, but somehow I caught one." Sirius grinned.

"It's weird, no… It's scary." Neville sighed. "Harry, I know you did this for my goodness, but please don't do it again. It made me uncomfortable."

Harry and Sirius smiled when the subject of their conversation showed up. Apparently Neville hadn't noticed him, and both Sirius and Harry didn't plan to tell him either.

"What?" Harry looked at Neville with fake surprise. "You don't like him being polite to you?"

"I don't like seeing him." Neville looked pleadingly at his friend.

"Excuse me, but I'm a regular, honour guest here." Blaise growled. 'The nerve of him, as if I came here to see him.'

Neville who was pouring some coffee turned around so quickly that the hot coffee spilled on the Slytherin.

Blaise frowned. 'Now it's coffee huh? Wonder how he always manages to spill something on me.'

Neville paled deliberately. "I'm sorry… I… I really didn't mean it."

Blaise turned to Harry. "Could you do something? It's hot."

Harry smirked. "It's not my mess, why should I fix it."

"Sorry." Neville said again. He quickly put the coffee pot down and pulled out his wand.

"I'll keep it like this." Blaise pulled his burnt hand away, and used his healthy one to get the glass and poured some coffee himself.

Neville glared. Never had he felt so insulted of his professionalism before but this man, only needed to open his mouth and he felt so little and useless. Without words he took the glass away from Blaise's hand, right before it reached his lips and forcefully pulled him to Harry's little clinic.

When Harry showed him around, he explained that he might not be around really often since he now had a job himself, and that his clinic was free for him to use when the situation needed him as a mediwizard. So now he had a patient, despite the fact that he himself had cause the accident.

Blaise silently let the ex Gryffindor pulled him to Harry's room. It was the first time he saw the determination in the shy man's face, and though he didn't want to admit it, he was intrigue by the change.

Neville felt his face grew hot. He didn't realise he had grasped the other man's hand tightly until he let it go. He motioned the man to sit on the examination bed.

"Undressed, please." Somehow it sounded wrong, even to his own ears.

"I knew you always dream of having me alone and naked." Blaise drawled slowly as he lazily unbuttoned his robe. "But since you asked so politely…"

"I need to check on your wound." Neville blushed as he tried to glare at his patient. "And your clothes get in the way."

"Wound that you caused."

"I said I'm sorry." Neville said in small voice. "I didn't do it on purpose."

"Whatever." Blaise said in a bore tone. The coffee left a burning on his hands and little on his chest. It wasn't that painful, just uncomfortable and he wandered if he was sane enough to let the graceless, clumsy guy in front of him to heal him.

But when the other man did his medi-wizard job, he was transform totally to a stranger, someone he never met before. The gentle touch felt cool on his burnt skin.

"Done." Neville blushed, he wondered if he stared at the bare chest a little too long. He quickly left the other man and returned to his job. Being alone with him, in a close space with the other man half naked was too much for him. He really had to go and saved his sanity.

'No.' Blaise thought as he slowly buttoned his robe. 'He looked like Harry when he healed his patients.' Blaise frowned at his robe. The coffee had left stain; he needed to get a change.

"Harry." Blaise frowned when the other man didn't response. He gently shook him. "Hey, Harry."

"Oh?" Harry stared blankly; his mind was still on Draco and the reasons why he wasn't here. "Yes?"

"What's wrong with you?" He asked gently.

"Nothing." Harry smiled. "Do you want some coffee?"

"I have enough on my robe." He pointed on the dark stain.

Harry smiled. "I think you still have your robe in my room. I'll get it to you."

Blaise sat in front of the counter and drank his untouched coffee. He didn't like it when Neville ignored him. He silently watched him took the pot of full coffee and filled the guests' empty cups. He noticed how the other man chatted friendlily with the guests.

"I thought you pay him to work, not to flirt with the guests." Blaise growled.

"He's doing his job just fine." Sirius grinned. "I, unlike you, have nothing to complain about. What's wrong with you? I never thought that you are the kind of guy that like to harassing innocent people."

"Innocent?" Blaise growled. "He's dangerous. You didn't know how many times he almost kill me with the many Potions explosions he caused."

"Now, now, only kids hold grudge." Sirius grinned. "I see he is a fine, young lad. You know, it's one thing that he's afraid of you, just don't make him hate you."

"Yeah, like I care."

"Life's too short for something so trivial such as a petty grudge." Sirius chuckled. "You know, it's time for you to fine a nice, young lad for yourself. And it think he's still single."

"No one want him and you wonder why?" Blaise said snidely, knowing the older man was playing matchmaker. "So, what's wrong with Harry?"

"You mean he is a bit sad that Draco and his kids aren't here? Well, he'll be alright."

"I'm not sad." Harry glared at his godfather. "I will just wondering why he's not here, that's all."

"Same different, I guess." Sirius shrugged his shoulder.

"Why don't you call him?"

"I'm too busy for that." Harry handed him the clean robe and made a new pot of coffee.

"That boy's good for business, Black, you should keep him." Old Mr. Turner smiled as he paid his bill. "He's such a nice boy. Well, I'm not saying that you're not, Harry, but we see very little of you lately."

"It's okay, Mr. Turner." Harry smiled.

"Well, see you around." The old wizard whispered to Sirius, which was not lost on Blaise. "Wish I'm twenty years younger, you know, that boy is really nice."

Sirius chuckled at the sour look on the younger wizard in front of him. "I've told you."

"Told him what?" Harry asked, a bit intrigued.

"Well, this is between me and Blaise."

"Oh, but we want to know too, right Neville?"

"Sorry, Harry, whatever it is between them, I'm not interested." Neville carefully ignored the Slytherin.

"You don't hate Blaise, do you?" Harry smiled a little.

"Of course not, he's our guest, right?" Neville said with uninterested tone.

"Oh, shit." Sirius cursed when he saw who came.

"Ah, Sirius." Josh Wilson walked to the counter with a new, quicker pace to where Sirius stood behind the counter. "I came the other day but you're closing."

"Ah, yeah. I had a date." Which wasn't exactly a lie since he was busy preparing to welcome Severus.

Josh smiled sadly. "You look happy. I hope things went well for you."

Sirius returned the smile. He actually felt sorry for the other wizard. It wasn't that he hated him, he just didn't like the other man' interest on him.

'But I only had my look to be blamed. It really wasn't his fault that he fell for me.' Sirius snickered silently, 'even the cold Severus fell for me. I guess no one can resist me.' Sirius grinned. He turned to Neville who was still ignoring Blaise. "Well, he's my new employee, he's name is Neville Longbottom."

"Hello." Josh said politely, he still had his heart and eyes for Sirius only.

"Neville, this is Josh. He's our regular guest, you should treat him nicely."

"Hey, I thought I treat everybody nicely." Neville tried to smile, knowing that the Slytherin man wasn't included in 'everybody'.

"Yeah, you only spilt the hot coffee on me." Blaise snared, he didn't appreciate being ignored.

Again, Neville ignored him. "Can I get you something?" Neville held the menu and smoothly stirred the unwanted guest to the empty table that was far from the counter.

Sirius sighed deeply. "He's good. I think I'll give him a raise if he keep Josh away from me."

"It's not nice, Sirius, you should be ashamed of yourself." Harry shook his head. "Beside, Josh isn't that bad."

"Say that when you have your own stalker." Sirius ruffled his godson's hair.

Harry batted the naughty hand. "I still think he's much better that Snape."

"That's your opinion." Sirius mumbled under his breath, which was lost on his companions. 'And you can't be more wrong.'

"So, Harry, what about a date with me today?"

"Sorry, Blaise, I'm waiting for Draco and the twins." Harry glanced at the muggle clock again. "They should have been arrived hours ago."

Blaise frowned. "Why don't you go to his place? You know where it is, don't you?"

Harry blushed. "I can't. I already said that I wouldn't come. Beside, they might not be at home."

Blaise snorted. "You shouldn't let your pride decide your action. It will only make you suffer."

"I can say the same to you." Harry smiled.

"What do you mean?" Blaise frowned.

"Well, you know that I might not be here today now that I'm the twins' nanny, but you're here. Of course if you're here to see Sirius."

"Are you insinuating that I came here to see that clumsy git?"

"Whatever." Sirius interrupted. "But if you do interested, you better do something fast. I can see that Josh is getting friendly very fast."

Blaise glance and his mood got worst. "I've told you, you'll only pay him to flirt. You might reconsider the raise." He drank his coffee in one gulp and stood up. "Call me when you're not too busy."

Neville glanced to the door when the bell rang again only to see the back of Blaise leaving the shop.

"Well," Sirius looked at his godson. "I think Neville needs a little help, don't you think?"

"And Blaise needs a little push." Harry grinned.

Draco was ready to take his sons to Sirius' place when his butler informed him of his parents' arrival.

"Is that mean we're not to … Potter's today, Daddy?" Alex frowned.

"We can take grandma and grandpa to Harry's place." Andy smiled.

"I don't think so, Andy." Draco forced a little smile. "Let's not keep them waiting, though."

Narcissa put down her cup when she listened the footsteps coming closer. She and her husband had only returned from Italy last night. They didn't usually come this soon after their return, but after Cecile called her, asking for a second chance and telling her her desire to see her sons, she made it her business to talk to Draco.

"Hello Alex, Andy, Draco." Narcissa smiled. "See what we bring you from our trip."

"Thank you, Grandma." Alex said unenthusiastically.

"Thank you, Grandma." Andy smiled.

Alex and Andy weren't really close with their grandparents, but they know that they loved them, unlike their mother.

"Come here, kids." Lucius opened his arms. "Let me see you."

Alex and Andy obediently came to their grandpa.

"You both grow so much."

Andy smiled. "That's because Harry made us good food."

"Harry?" Narcissa looked at her son, frowning a little.

"… Potter is our nanny now." Alex explained.

"Harry Potter is your nanny?" Lucius, too, looked at his son for confirmation and laughed when he got one. "That's news."

"It's not funny, Lucius." Narcissa turned at her son. "Would you join me for a walk, Draco? I'd like to see the garden."

Draco wanted to say no, knowing what his mother wanted to talk about but he realised that there was no use postponing the inevitable.

"Sure, Mother." Draco turned at his father and saw the sympathy in his father's eyes. He only nodded a little to let the older man knew that he acknowledged it. "Be good, boys."

"Yes, Daddy." Alex and Andy said at the same time.

"Well," Lucius smiled at his grandsons. "You may open your presents."

Narcissa looked around the garden without interest. She walked to a bench and motioned her son to sit beside her.

"The twins look healthy."

"You mean happy, Mother." Draco looked as bore as his mother.

"Cecile said you wouldn't let her see her sons." Narcissa thought it would be better with direct approach.

Draco only sneered.

"I'm a mother, too, Draco, I can understand how she felt."

"Please, Mother, let's not talking about it. My sons and I have had enough of her. We're happier without her."

"But Alex and Andy are only five. They still need their mother." Narcissa tried to rationalize with her stubborn son.

"Oh yeah." Draco nodded agreeing. "In fact they're asking for a mother as a birthday present."

"See?"

"A new mommy." Draco smirked cruelly.

"Nonsense." Narcissa frowned. "They already have a mother, a real mother."

Draco smirked. "You can ask them if they wanted their real mother."

"What about her, Draco?" Narcissa frowned. "Can't you give her a chance?"

"She had her chance for four years, and what she'd done?" Draco said coldly.

"She was too young, that time." Narcissa was trying to reason with her son, which obviously was futile.

"It's only one year ago, Mother." Draco said in a final tone. "I think she's still too young now." Draco stood up. "Would you like to have breakfast?"

Narcissa let out a long breath. "Sure, son."

The short walked back to the house was in silent. Narcissa looked at the back of her son and realised how his son had grown; he was a father now. She felt a bit guilty for her son's failed marriage. She had pushed him to marry Cecile, even when Lucius said Draco was too young to be a married man.

And Lucius had warned her not to interfere between Cecile and Draco again, but she just couldn't. She wanted her son to be happy, with a noble, beautiful witch by his side. 'I'll think of a way to get him and Cecile back again.' She thought, determinedly.

Draco's mood wasn't better then her mother's but all the conversation was forgotten by the looked of his living room. His sons were in the middle of tore up wrapping paper. "What will Harry say when he saw this."

Narcissa frowned. She didn't like the fact that Harry Potter was her grandsons' nanny and that he had a said in their lives.

"Daddy." Alex ran to his Daddy and showed him his present. "Look what Grandpa bought for me and Andy."

"Ah, wonderful doll." Draco nodded.

"It's not a doll, Daddy." Alex frowned. He hates dolls, and boys didn't play dolls.

"It's a racing toy, Daddy." Andy also showed him his figurine. "Can Harry come and help us build the racing path?"

"Hmm?" Draco frowned. "I don't know. Why don't you keep if for later? We'll have breakfast first, and then I'll see what I can do."

The twins looked at the toys and nodded, thinking that maybe Harry would come after they had breakfast and he would help them building the racing path.

After breakfast, Draco helped his sons built the racing path. The toys kept the twins' attention for an hour or two, but when the lunchtime came, they again asked if Harry could come and play with them, oblivious of their grandmother's dislike expression.

"Alex, Andy, your grandma and grandpa can't always come and see you. You should spend this time with them now."

"But Harry…"

"He'll come for dinner." Draco smiled assuringly.

The twins nodded and asked Lucius to race with them.

Narcissa looked disapprovingly at his son. "I think they're too close to Potter. He's not the reason you and Cecile got divorce, is he?"

"We met him just two weeks ago, Mother. It has nothing to do with him." Draco was getting tired with the conversation. Maybe he should just let her mother know how Cecile treated his sons, but he didn't want to make her mother sad. Until now his mother thought her decision was right. It would break her heart to know who she treated her grandsons, and thought that their unhappiness was her fault.

"Alex, Andy." Narcissa called a bit louder to get their attention. "Come here, sweethearts."

"Yes, Grandma."

"Tell me, dears, do you miss your mother?" Narcissa ignored his son's angry look. "Do you want to meet her?"

"NO." Andy screamed and ran to his father. "No… Daddy, no."

Alex slowly put distance with his grandma. "We have Harry, we don't need her."

Narcissa narrowed her eyes. "Than he definitely has to go."

"That's enough, Mother." Draco tried to control his voice; he didn't want his sons to hate their grandmother. "Harry is their nanny, and that's final."

"If you move back and live with us, they wouldn't need any nanny. "Narcissa insisted. "I can take care of them myself. Beside, they would be old enough to have a governess. They won't need nanny."

Lucius decided it was his turned to speak. "Do you like this Harry?"

"Yes, Grandpa." Andy nodded.

"But he doesn't want to stay with us, right, Andy?"

"Yeah," Andy smiled. "But we'll make Harry stay with us, right Daddy?"

Lucius chuckled; he ignored his wife's fuming look. "Well, good luck, sons, Gryffindor is the most stubborn." Lucius stood up. "Come on, Narcissa, I think it's time to go home. I still have much things to do."

Narcissa unsatisfiedly stood up and followed his husband. She stood impatiently when the twins took their turned to kiss her husband and then her. "I'll come by again sometime later."

"Sure, Mother." Draco tried to smile, it was enough that his sons was pouting at her mother, she didn't need him glaring at her too.

Draco smiled at his sons. "Well, do you want to see Harry?"

"Yes, Daddy." Alex and Andy grinned, new toys forgotten.

Sirius studied his godson quietly. "I open a coffee shop and my own godson drink tea." Sirius sighed but Neville only laughed.

Harry finished his lunch with no appetite. He kept his eyes locked on the door but his hope fell down with each passing minutes. He ate his last piece of sandwich and drank his tea, looking at the door for the last time and excused himself.

"I'll be in my room, if you need me just call me."

Sirius nodded with concerned etched on his face. "Don't worry, we have Neville now and you look like you need a good rest."

Harry nodded absently and left. Ten minutes later the door rang again and the Malfoys showed up.

"Sirius." Andy smiled widely. "Where's Harry?"

"In his room." Sirius smiled. "Go on, you know where his room is."

"Come on, Daddy." Alex pulled his father's hand.

"You go first, I'll follow you." Draco smiled. "I don't know where Harry's room is."

The twins didn't need to be told twice and ran to the stairs. Draco nodded slightly to Sirius and Neville, and followed his sons.

Sirius grinned to his only employee. "I think I'll have to find someone else to help us, seeing Harry will be busy with his other job."

Neville nodded. He found his job interesting, he talked to many people he barely know before, and Harry and Sirius said that his muffin and sandwich are acceptable. He had to work more for the coffee though.

"Neville, dear, give me more coffee please." And old lady, a friend of his grandmother came by when she knew he worked here.

"Coming, ma'am." Neville smiled. He really loved his job here. 'Wish that Zabini didn't ruin things for me.'

Sirius smiled satisfiedly. 'Yup, I should have more employees.' He wished things would work out for Harry now.

Upstairs, Harry was broodingly looking through the window. He was thinking about things that would stop Draco from coming here. 'I miss him.' Harry sighed. 'And I miss the twins.' He quickly added.

Harry was so deep in his thought that he missed the knock on the door. He was surprised when two pairs of small hands shook him.

"Harry." Andy shouted. "Why you didn't hear us? We called you many many times."

Harry looked at the twins. His heart was pounding faster when he caught Draco stood at the doorframe.

"We knocked." Draco lifted his hands in surrendered.

"We did, right Andy?" Alex tried to help his father ensured his nanny.

"Yeah, but you didn't hear us." Andy pouted.

Harry smiled. He lifted the kids and put them on his laps. "I thought you're not coming here today."

"You don't like us here?" Alex' eyes were big with worry.

Harry hugged them. "Of course not. I missed you guys."

"Do you miss Daddy, too?" Andy bent his head.

Harry looked at the silent Draco. "Yeah, I miss your Daddy, too."

Draco smiled smugly. "So… you miss me, huh?"

"I have a second thought." Harry smirked. "I only miss Alex and Andy."

Draco laughed. "Sorry, we're late. As an apology, you are invited for dinner."

Harry lifted his eyebrow.

"Say yes, Harry." Andy hugged Harry's neck.

"Grandma and Grandpa came and brought us new toys. You may play with us." Alex said in a persuading tone.

'So that's why they're late.' Harry smiled. "That's so sweet, Alex. Well, it's still a long time before dinner."

"So we'll have a picnic date, now." Draco grinned.

"Come on, Harry."

Harry smiled. "Do I look okay for a picnic date?" He put the twins down and stood up.

The Malfoys studied Harry's muggle clothes critically and nodded slowly. Harry laughed as he walked to his wardrobe. "Give me five minutes and I'll change into something more appropriate."

"I'll help you, Harry." Andy followed him.

"I want to help too." Alex followed his brother.

"Then it will take more than five minutes." Harry chuckled.

"Don't worry." Draco walked to the sofa and made himself comfortably. "Keep your time."

And Harry used the time leisurely. When he was ready to leave, which was thirty minutes later, the twins wanted to have the picnic at their garden and then showed Harry their new toys.

"Well, then, we're going home." Draco smiled. His sons chose well, he liked to see Harry in black robe. In his opinion, Harry looked even sexier.

Harry shook his head. "I don't think black is the right colour in such a hot day." He looked at the twins. "Maybe I should change."

"I know I said you can keep you time but really, Harry, I can't endure another thirty minutes." Draco sighed. "Would you keep this torture for another time?"

The twins laughed at their father's funny face. Harry also smiled. "Fine, I'll torture you another time, then."

Draco's garden, with many trees around it, was beautiful. They found the suitable location beside the swimming pool, though.

Harry sighed. "Wish I bring my swimming trunks."

"You can borrow mine." Draco grinned.

"No, thank you." Harry opened the basket and took the food out, interesting to find out what the Malfoy's cook had prepared for them.

"Will you teach us, Harry?" Andy smiled.

"You can't swim?"

"Daddy bought us our swimming trunks." Alex explained. "But Daddy's too busy to teas us."

"Sorry, I'm too busy." Draco smiled sourly.

Harry laughed. "Okay, but not today."

"Tomorrow?" Alex lifted his eyebrows.

"Well, if your Daddy says it's okay, then it will be tomorrow."

Draco took Harry's hand and looked seriously at him. "Harry, I trust you with my life and now I trust you with my children. You are welcome to my house."

Harry blushed slightly as he nodded slowly. "Thank you."

Alex and Andy smiled happily. "… Potter, you have to bring your swimming trunks tomorrow." Alex said in an arrogant five-year-old boy's tone.

"I know." Harry handed him the pie. "Have your pie, mister."

"Me too, Harry, me too." Andy impatiently shook Harry's hand.

"Patient is a virtue, young mister." Harry gave him his pie. "As you should learn from your daddy."

"You think too high of me, Harry." Draco smirked. "I'm getting impatient myself."

Harry sighed dejectedly. "Fine. You're just being a Malfoy."

Harry was contented now that the Malfoys were with him. Until an hour ago, when he was waiting for them, he had imagined his life without them and he couldn't bare the thought of never seeing them again. 'But I shouldn't spoil the twins.' Harry thought. He didn't want them to grow up as arrogant and spoilt young men.

After their little picnic done, Harry and the twins played with the racing toy, while Draco went to his study room to finish some job. Harry had transfigured the figurine to look like miniature Alex and Andy, wearing their favourite colour and using their chosen broom.

"Harry." Andy looked at his nanny fondly. "Can you ride a broom?"

"Yes."

"A real broom?" Alex asked.

"You didn't trust me?" Harry smiled.

"I trust you." Alex smiled back. "Will you take me flying?"

Harry chuckled. "Someday, Alex."

"Me too." Andy shouted, afraid that Harry would forget about him.

"Of course you too." Harry smiled. "Let's put it back. It's bathing time."

"Yay." The twins readily obeyed. With Harry around, the bathing time had been their favourite time.

"Harry…" Andy asked when Harry was helping him with his pyjamas.

"Yes?"

"You'll never leave us, right?"

Harry smiled sadly when he caught the insecurities in the little boy's voice.

"Say you'll never leave us, please?" Alex clutched his sleeve and slightly shook it.

"I will never leave you two." Harry said solemnly.

"And Daddy, too?" Andy smiled.

"And Daddy, too." Harry returned the smile. Little did they know that the separation would happen even without their consent.

After dinner and tucked the twins up, Harry spent the time in Draco's company. He took the glass of sherry Draco offered, the only alcohol his body could accept.

"I can't ever be thankful enough." Draco smiled. "You've been wonderful with my kids."

Harry smiled. "It's not difficult. They are such sweet boys."

Draco snorted. "They only being sweet for you."

"And you wonder why." Harry chuckled. "They remind me of you sometimes."

"That's flattering." Draco grinned. "So, how's your friend?" Draco played with Harry's fingers.

"Which one?" Harry smiled. "I have many friends."

"Yeah, you do." Draco smiled. "I just wish that you're not in a kissing friendship with one Ronald Weasley."

Harry chuckled. "He's with Charley now, training the dragons."

Draco lifted his eyebrow.

"Well, that's your friend's fault actually, taking Hermione away from him. He was so broken hearted that he left England."

"You can't blame her, you know." Daco leant to him. "Like I can't blame Blaise for taking you away from me."

Harry blushed. He felt warmed, and wondered if it was because of the sherry, Draco's word or Draco himself.

"Stay with me, Harry." Draco held Harry's chin. "Spend the night with me."

Harry felt the world stopped spinning and the time had just stopped. He was hoping for this moment and now that it came he didn't know what to do. He wanted Draco. He loved the man. 'But what if I said yes, and he got bore because I'm to easy to get?'

Draco rubbed Harry's cheek. "Say yes, Harry, love."

'But what if I said no and he lost his interest anyway, because I'm playing too hard to get?'

Harry mouth's trembled, trying to find his voice. 'Yes,' Harry thought. 'I just have to follow my heart.' Harry coughed and moved his mouth again and forced his voice to work.

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8 October 2005, 13:55 pm

Sorry to take it very long and sorry again to cut it here anyway, waiting for your reviews and thoughts.