HP POV

Back in London the grey weather had finally given in and the rain was pouring down. People hurried on the street, whishing to seek shelter from the large drops that were soaking through their layered clothes. Harry's shift hadn't even ended yet, but here on the street he was. Angrily he grabbed his bag even tighter and tried to hurry through the masses.

Everything had gone horrible today. He had been caught off guard by his mentor twice and answered his questions wrong in front of the interns. Messing up wasn't uncommon. Everyone had a bad day, but after having his head in the clouds the entire morning, Dr. Roodwick had sent him home. Harry had almost wrongfully given a patient a potion for Prickly Pesticides instead of the simple pain potion she needed.

Roodwick tried not to show his anger, but Harry could feel his disappointment all the way out of the ward.

Finally arriving home, he threw his soaking bag and sneakers on the floor. The water already dripped down and hit the pinewood floor. Dragging his feet behind him, he landed on his red wine-colored couch. He wandlessly started the coffee maker, trying to keep his mind on the sound of the old kettle.

Who was he kidding? The almost silent apartment screamed loneliness and it truly felt cold inside and out. Looking at the grandfather clock, Harry felt the air in his lung turn icy. The burn continued down his body and collected in his empty stomach. Seeing the time reminded him on the giant painful thought that had haunted him all day.

'Draco was getting married.'

And now- he actually was.

He was married to a woman, Harry had unfairly hated for weeks. The idea of Draco, laughing, drinking… having a good time. And all Harry had was a small apartment, friends whom he didn't feel very connected to and the need to sleep for the next ten years. Draco… who still had his heart wrapped around his annoying perfect-manicured finger.

How was life so unfair?

His hands, clothes and hair were slowly seeping down his body and soiled his couch. The tiny drops prickled him uncomfortably and irritated he dragged a hand down his face and up through his hair. Thinking of the last time he and Draco had been stuck outside in the rain, brought painful memories forth. Draco had been so annoyed since it had ruined his hair, but Harry had said he looked cute. Draco – who denied this to ever have happened- seemed to brighten and tint a slightly pink blush. Harry having noticed this and pointed it out was quickly kissed to shut up. The passion of that kiss had seemed unreal at the time. To this day, Harry couldn't believe you could fake that kind of feeling.

Again and again, he played the kiss scene in his head. Again and again.

Distracting himself had worked enough the whole day and now Harry had fallen into the abyss where Draco -the posh twat- was king of making him depressed. His eyes stung and before he had gotten a hold of himself, the drops of rain had become warm tears. Sniffling he moved over and turned on the tv. Desperately he searched around until he found a comedy he had never heard of. Anything that could make him smile a little would be a godsent. It did work, slowly. This guy named Michael and most of his employees seemed rather consent in their little bubble of an office. It was a bit much with all the loud noises, but some guy named Jim and a rather peculiar fella named Drew was a rather funny pair. A few chuckles had managed to leave his lips when he felt his wards vibrate. He could feel the magic inside him curl and the recognition of other wizards or witches. Only his friends had access without setting them off.

Quickly his wand was back in his hand where it belonged, and he rose to his feet. His tiredness disappeared as dew under the sun, as his heart prepared him for battle. Even after Voldemort had been vanquished, death eaters and supporters were still out there, waiting for him at some point. Most of the time they remained hidden, knowing their lord was partly mold now, but sometimes a few of them would resurface and try to get back at him.

Then a knock landed on his front door. It would seem it wasn't death eaters. Harry doubted they would have the patience for him to open the door or shout 'come in'.

Keeping his wand ready but out of sight, Harry opened the door.

"Hey."

Saying nothing, Harry simply took in the shocking sight. Right there in his doorway stood the man he loved but whom he hadn't seen in months. Even with dripping wet hair and tired eyes, Draco still looked as gorgeous as Harry remembered him. Finally tearing away his eyes from the haunting grey ones, he noticed the dripping suit Draco was wearing.

"Why…"

"I… don't even know. It's… Severus gave me the address and I just… needed to come."

Draco tried to push the rain out of his eyes and nose, but it only made him even wetter as his dirty clothes hit him in the face.

"Merlin…" Draco laughed cynical. "Even after months of wishing to see you, and I still don't know how to start."

Harry didn't say a thing. Afraid if he spoke, the illusion would fade.

"I know you don't want to hear it, but Harry-" Draco stared into his eyes. "I love you. I know what I did was unforgiveable. It still is, but I had to see you again, even if it was just to see a door slammed in my face. I had to tell you how sorry I am for hurting you."

Harry backed back from the door as he felt the need to sit down. Without saying a word, he left to sit down on the couch and Draco took a small step into the apartment. Enough to close the door behind him.

"Harry, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for hurting you, lying to you for so long. I won't be lying again and tell you I didn't know what I was doing, because I did. And the first few months I didn't care, but it truly changed. I don't know exactly when, but it did."

Stepping closer, Harry watched him as Draco sat down in front of him, lying on his knees.

"Whatever you may think of me, please know that, that night at the dance meant everything to me. I have never known it was possible to feel so connected to another human before and I felt so lucky it happened with you."

Harry tried, he truly did, but finally seeing the man he loved again even after everything, hearing him say the words he had longed for, for so many months were overwhelming. A great sob left him as he stared down into his lap, refusing to see the shock on Draco's face.

"Harry…" Draco cried. "I know I made a mistake, a huge one, but I can't give you up like that. I want you in my life-"

"You want?!" Harry finally snapped and got up on his feet, nearly kneeing Draco in the face. "That is right, what you want! Never once again, considering what I might want!"

He stepped away from the blond and paced around his apartment as anger finally trickled off him like lava.

"Had it possibly occurred to you that I might not want to see you?! You hurt me SO MUCH! For weeks if not months I cried for you to come back all the while hating myself for even wanting to forgive you! And while I tried to move on and not fall into a dark hole, what do I see?" Harry sneered.

"This!" He grabbed an old newspaper showing Draco the front page where he smiled along with his family and friends. "Bachelor Malfoy to be wed!" he threw the paper and hit Draco in the chest. "You had perfectly moved on while I was still in the darkness! Do you have any idea how I might have felt seeing your flashy perfect life in the paper?!" he sobbed angrily.

"I never wanted to marry her, Harry. But I didn't want to hurt her anymore. She was still my friend…"

"Well good for her." Harry sneered. "Then why aren't you on your honeymoon right now?"

"I couldn't go through with it…. I never will, even if you never want to see me again. I can't go back when I've tried to be so happy with you."

For a minute, Harry felt his anger start to melt, but he stubbornly held on to it. He wouldn't let Draco get off so easily.

"And then what? What am I supposed to do with that? Say 'thank you for coming back'?" Harry almost laughed tragically at the pain he felt.

"No!" Draco moved towards him, but Harry moved out of his way. "I- I don't expect you to do anything! But Merlin, Harry, I miss you! Okay, it's not easy but even if you would never want me back… I just really want my friend back. I just miss being with you."

Sniffling, Harry dried his cheeks with his sleeve. "Even if I'm with someone else?"

Draco possibly looked sick, but he managed to nod. "If… if it means we can still be friends then yes."

"And if I want you to leave and stop contacting me?"

"I… would." Draco cried now as well. Not loudly as Harry had, but tears were falling down his already wet cheeks.

"Do you?" Draco hardly spoke. "-want me to leave?"

Harry thought for what felt like hours in the small livingroom. He watched as Draco stood there, vulnerable, waiting for his answer. If all the pain had let to this one moment, he knew this was the time to take revenge. Here, right now, he could crush Draco's entire will to live. He could tell him how much better he was doing without him. How happy he was with another man. A man who was smart and kind and nothing like him. Make Draco know how unwanted he was in comparison to Harry life outside of Hogwarts.

"No."

… But it would be a lie.

Draco obviously didn't believe he had heard right because the man simply stared at him.

Taking a shaken breath, Harry continued; "I'm still SO angry at you, Draco. And Merlin's knows if I'll trust you again before the decade is over… but I can't imagine it will hurt more than not having you in my life again."

Shakingly crying, Draco smiled relieved, sounding as if he could breathe for the first time.

Getting close enough Draco held out his arms, waiting.

Waiting for Harry to let him in.

Closing the distance between them, Harry sobbed as he was captured. Feeling the wet, yet warmth arms around him, he clung to Draco, simply taking in the scent of the man he loved. Draco moved his arms around him, feeling his back, arms and neck. Simply familiarizing himself again with the body he thought he had lost. They cried silently together, before Draco pulled slightly away. Enough for him to stroke Harry cheeks and whisper;

"Can I kiss you?"

Harry wanted so badly to say no, to stay strong and deny Draco the pleasure of once again taking something that was his. But no matter the consequences, he found himself nodding slightly. Draco's eyes, still slightly glazed from tears, dilated slightly before he leaned down. Harry could only hear his own beating heart and the gentle puff of air from the man he loved, as his lips were gathered.

The second they met it was like coming home.

Harry quickly pulled completely into the embrace and almost stood on his toes to get closer. Draco captured him even harder and spread his large hands across Harry's back, bringing their chests in so tightly. Feeling troubling breathing Harry took a deep gasp away before latching on to him again.

Their lips danced across each other before Draco pulled him back. Breathing elevated, Draco didn't open his eyes as he leaned in and kissed the tan cheeks. Placing a single on each he whispered;

"I love you."

Kiss on the forehead.

"I love you."

Bringing their lips together again, the lovers fell onto the couch. Draco pushed their pelvis' together and their tongues danced against each other; tasting the familiar and the missed. Harry tangled his fingers in the blond locks, almost gripping them enough for Draco to wince. But he held himself back, understanding the need for Harry to feel him as well.

As they slowly started grinding against each other, Harry suddenly gasped and pushed him up.

"Draco, wait," Harry tried to pull away, even as Draco groaned in disagreement. "Draco. I'm sorry, I just… it's too soon."

Seeing the careful look in the green eyes, Draco nodded and tried not to sound too disappointed. "Right."

"Sorr-"

Kissing Harry quickly, Draco smiled.

"Don't. I should apologies. I shouldn't have gotten ahead of myself."

"I just feel like we have to start over somehow. I can't just pretend nothing happened." He whispered and enfolded himself.

"Yeah, of course." Draco smiled and pushed his hair back in place.

"Maybe we should just start from the beginning." Harry smiled carefully.

Laughing, Draco played along. "Well Mr. Potter, Long time, no see." He let go of the hand to reach into his pocket. Pulling it back out he reached out for Harry again, dropping the silver necklace into the outreached hand.

"Do you think by any chance, I could buy you a whiskey sometime?"

The End

Done.

Story is over. Such a weird feeling. It took me such a long time to write this and I am really pleased how it went.

Thank you to all of you who've continued to read it.

I will hopefully return sometime with another story. I've actually started writing a crossover between Harry Potter and Twilight; Where the main pair will be Draco and Jacob.

But either way, thank you to all of you who left kudos and reviews, it meant the world to me.