AN- Hello there, new chap for you all. Don't worry HPMOP is still coming as well.

Hugs are not a Coffee Shop

The hug only lasted a few seconds after Draco hugged back. Harry pulled away and kept his eyes on the ground, through their drunken haze the realization that they hugged sank in. Not just an arms and shoulders touched, leaning forward type of hug, but a flush bodies and tight embrace type of hug.

Harry sat back down and Draco took a step back but did not return to his seat.

Harry waited for some sort of snide remark or barb, but it never came. A glimmer of hope for something… he wasn't sure what, but something, appeared in him. Maybe the return of the hug wasn't a fluke.

"Sorry…" Harry could slap himself for not stemming the reflex to apologize.

The silence that followed almost snuffed out the hope that just began to grow. Harry didn't want their interactions to end, he finally felt like he had someone who understood. Someone who went through messed up things just like him and was maybe a little warped because of it.

Harry had never expressed how much Snape's last moments disturbed him. Talking to Hermione or Ron about topics like that always made him uncomfortable, they would look at him with a worried expression and then they would want him to talk about other deaths, like Remus. Harry was definitely sad and angry about the people he lost in the final battle, but he didn't watch the life leave them. He also couldn't talk to them about walking to his own death… and many other things they probably didn't want to hear anyway. They just wanted him to be mourning like them and not have to deal with deeper and more disturbing issues. Harry couldn't blame them for not being able to handle what happened to him while they're also handling their own problems, Harry couldn't even handle what happened.

But Draco…

Harry looked up at the man still standing in front of him, Draco was looking away with the vacant eyes of someone in their own head. Harry could tell Draco understood, from the little that he learned about Draco's childhood it was obvious he wasn't raised with love like Ron and Hermione and when he learned about anything bad that happened to Harry he didn't default to pity.

Draco blinked, his eyes refocused and he looked back at Harry. Having been lost in his own thoughts Harry didn't notice he was still staring and found himself locking eyes with Draco.

Grey eyes that were naturally cold.

Beautiful.

"I should go…" The words slipped from Harry's lips, a reflex to the sharp fear incurred by his thoughts.

How could he think that Draco was Beautiful? That wasn't right… but why? Because they are rivals? Because Harry was supposed to someday get back with Ginny? After a moment of silence that Draco had not filled with any sort of response, Harry concluded it wasn't wrong… and that scared him more.

He stood.

"It's getting late," Harry reached for his outer robe he had at some point removed… when did that happen?

Draco reanimated from whatever frozen state he had been in.

"You can't floo or apparate like this," Draco reached out and grabbed Harry's arm while he was putting his robe on, it hung awkwardly from the one arm Harry had gotten into it.

The touch sent sparks all over Harry and his fear spiked to irrational levels. He pulled away from the hand on his arm but Draco held firm as Harry stepped away sharply.

"I'm fine!" Harry knew he was being overly dramatic but he couldn't calm down.

Draco refused to let go and a short struggle ensued. The dangling half of Harry's robe managed to get under his feet and sent him falling back onto the couch with Draco close behind.

Harry's intoxicated body was hot, and felt like it was on fire every place that Draco's body was touching. He didn't want to acknowledge their position, he waited with eyes squeezed shut for Draco to scramble off and for the embarrassed apology to follow, but it never happened.

Draco was perfectly still leaning over him. Warm air brushed Harry's lips and it was then that he realized how close their faces were. Slowly Harry opened his eyes, the gaze that was returned was not what he expected. There was no cold anger or snide indifference. Draco's eyes were surprised and… scared?

A slight movement made Harry's heart skip, and then there was a soft touch of fingers on his cheek.

oOoOo

"There's plenty to do tonight that we can be mortified about tomorrow."

~Gilmore Girls