Prompt: a couple with glasses of wine.
Draco hadn't made any plans with Harry and Harry was still healing, so the last thing expected to see when he walked out of the Floo was Harry sitting his in living room with a couple glasses of wine waiting for Draco.
He hadn't told anyone about his appointment with the Mind Healer. He quickly shoved the potion the Healer gave to him in his pocket.
'You should be resting,' Draco said, even though his mind was screaming: what are you doing here?
The appointment had been emotionally draining and he wasn't ready to confront his issues with Harry yet.
'I am.' Harry gestured to the wine and Draco hesitated not sure if he was supposed to drink while taking the potion, but decided that one glass of wine would be fine and picked it up.
He sat down next to Harry on the couch, glad that Harry didn't seem to be curious about where he was.
'Your mother let me in,' Harry explained and then looked at his hands while he stumbled over what he wanted to say. 'I've been doing a lot of thinking about—well, like you said what I feel and what I want. I've had a bit of free time to let my mind wander.' He laughed, but Draco didn't, and then cleared his throat to continue.
'I took an instant dislike to you. I told myself it was because you reminded me of my cousin, but you really are nothing like my cousin. He is loud and physically abusive to pretty much everyone he met. You were bragging about getting something from your father and Dudley never did that.
'See for Dudley getting whatever he wanted whenever he wanted was a given for him his entire life. He didn't brag about bullying his father into getting things for him because he never thought it that way. It was just "my dad will get it for me" because he would. And since most everyone around us had parents who got their kids things they needed or wanted, the idea of bullying their parents into would have made no sense.
'But that was what you'd said, and at the time I thought it was just like Dudley because even though Dudley never thought of himself as a bully that was what he was and how he acted towards his parents.
'And even though I later met your parents and knew there was no way you could bully your father into anything—and you certainly didn't get that broom you were trying to brag to me be about—it never occurred to me how vastly different from Dudley you were, that you had to be to lie to impress me to begin with.'
Harry was still looking at his hands and Draco didn't know what to say. He'd never met Harry's Muggle cousin but he was pretty sure he wouldn't like to be compared to him—it was just better that he didn't say anything at all.
'After the war,' Harry continued, 'I forgave him. I saw that in a completely different way he actually was like you, and like me and like everyone else: a product of how he was raised. I reached out to him and we're as friendly as is possible for us. We don't understand each other, but we don't hate each other. I think he is still a little afraid of me because I am more powerful than him and his parents taught him to fear magic above everything. I'll probably always be a little afraid of him, too, despite that I know I'm stronger than him.
'I couldn't do that with you for some reason. I could forgive you in my head but I couldn't to your face. I'll always be a little afraid of you, too. Our first year at Hogwarts, hell, ever since I met you I worried about what you'd say, what you thought about me. That I'd make a fool of myself on boom in front of you during our flying lessons or just make a fool of myself around you in general.
'My point being, that I've been wrong about a lot of things and I've always cared a little too much about what you thought of me because I was afraid, I was afraid of what that meant, and what you'd do if you ever found out how much I did actually care.'
Draco stopped him by pulling him into a kiss.
'I went to see the Mind Healer today.'