Draco met Harry in his room, the bed was messed, pieces of parchment littered the floor, and a pile of books teetered on the nightstand.

"Do you read a lot, Potter?" turning to see a floor to ceiling bookshelf.

"Yeah, for work, mostly."

Draco suddenly felt very aware that he was in Harry's room.

Harry picked up some of the parchment and waved his wand over the bed, which made itself.

"Sorry," he said, "sometimes you don't realize how messy you are until there's someone standing in your space."

"Are you this messy when Luna is around?"

Harry was quiet for a moment, "uh, no. I'm not, but that . . . isn't really relevant anymore."

"What do you mean?" Draco asked, purusing the books on the nightstand.

Harry had his back to Draco again, straightening his books on his book shelf.

"She broke up with me last night." he mumbled, Draco barely heard him and tried to hide his smile.

"She did? Why aren't you more upset?"

"I don't have time to be upset. Kids are coming the day after tomorrow, I need to have everything ready. Besides, I have no place to hold her back from what she needs."

Harry stopped moving, and Draco had frozen as well, only their breathing punctuated the silence. Harry was both surprised and not surprised at how much he opened up to Draco. It came easily.

"Do you love her?" Draco asked quietly to Harry's back.

"Yes." he sighed, "but now that I've been forced to think about it, Lunes has always just been a really good friend, and our relationship evolved naturally into a romantic shape, I'm not sure we ever had any solid future plans together. Just going through the motions."

"That was a bit how it was with Astoria." Draco sat on Harry's bed.

Harry sat next to him, their hips, thighs, and knees touching.

"Really? You'd seemed really heartbroken over the whole thing."

Draco drove the feeling of Harry's legs against his from his mind.

"I mean, I was. In a way. Our future had been planned out; but a day or two after she broke up with me, I realized our relationship was nothing more than a curtain to hide who we really are or what we wanted. I've accepted it. Thankfully, so has my mother."

"Who are you, really?" Harry asked quietly.

Draco shrugged, looking at Harry, "some days I think I know, other days are . . . harder for me to see myself."

Harry's eyes darkened a bit, like he was contemplating something. They quickly returned to their normal bright green.

"What's changed in you?" Harry asked suddenly.

"Hmm?"

"Earlier, in the drawing room, while you were rattling on and on, you said something had changed in you."

"Uhh." Draco immediate became anxious.

"You can tell me."

"I'm not - maybe we can have this conversation after the holidays and the kids are back at school?"

"Why can't we talk now?"

Draco stood up from the bed and started backwards for the door, "I just think it'd be . . . easier, without the idea of children on our minds."

Harry waved his hand, the door shut tight behind Draco. Harry stood up and walked close to him, Draco stepped back until he was against the wall.

"You don't think that having a possible awkward conversation after the kids leave isn't going to loom over us?"

Draco's throat went dry, Harry stood less than a foot in front of him and that flash in his emerald eyes had returned.

"You know Ron's older brother, Charlie?"

"The dragon tamer?" Draco guessed.

"That's the one. He's gorgeous, isn't he?" Harry turned and took a few steps away from Draco, "a few years back, Molly walked in on the two of us snogging, like, really going at it. Charlie likes to mess around, he's dangerous." Harry twirled his wand in his fingers casually. He walked back and forth in front of Draco. "Charlie certainly wasn't the first guy that I've been with, but I think up to that point he was my favorite. Very bitey. Molly looked so freaked, we lied and said George had slipped us a love potion. After that, it's been very hard for me to confide in people about my bisexuality, it's hardly tolerated in the muggle world, much less here." he began tapping his wand in his hand. "Molly knows now of course, the whole family does, which honestly, is a relief. Do you get where I'm going with this, Draco?"

"Uhh . . . no?"

"Let me walk you into it. I like men as much as I like women. There have been rumors for years about my sexuality and I've never, not once allowed it to bother me. So, if there's anything you want to say, now's the time, I don't think waiting is going to change anything."

Harry stopped in front of Draco, staring into his silver eyes.

Draco grappled with telling him how he'd been feeling, he sounded as though he already knew.

When he still didn't say anything, Harry spoke again, "how long have we known each other, Draco? Twelve-ish years? I've always been on your tail, I've always known when you're up to something. And wouldn't you know it, in all that time watching you, I started to root for you to do the right thing. Usually you didn't, but sometimes, when it counted, you did. In all my years following you around, I started to memorize everything about you. The angles of your face, the shape of your hair combed back. I started to know when you were nervous or tense, I could tell when Crabbe or Goyle were particularly bothering you on certain days. I became obsessed with you in 6th year, I could tell that something was eating you alive from the inside, and I was right. I'm sorry I couldn't help you then, I think about it quite often. BUt anyway," Harry was still looking at Draco, refusing to let his eyes drop, "Hermione always made fun, saying I was obsessed, but she didn't know the half of it. I'd stay up in bed watching you on my map, toss and turn or pace your dorm, just so I knew you were okay. I hired someone to track you in Hungary so that I knew you were okay. That was only for a year, by the way. I - I had finally stopped thinking about you because I had this," he gestured to Grimmauld Place, "This new baby that I was growing from the ground up, it required all my attention. But low and behold, a few years later, Draco Malfoy shows up at a party at my house and the pieces just. Kept. Falling. Luna told you to stay when she knew how I used to feel about you. I tried to ignore you, write you off, but I couldn't. So here we are. You've been in my home and back in my life for going on ten days and I can not stop thinking about you in every way."

"You - you can't?" Draco stammered, his voice rough from the dryness.

Harry shook his head with a small smile and took a step closer to him, leaving not a lot of space between their bodies. Harry planted on hand on the wall behind Draco's head and leaned in, "Tell me, Draco," he whispered, "What's changed?"