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Harry's eyes wandered down the lane as he took in Diagon Alley. It was his fifth visit since graduating from Hogwarts. He had been keeping himself busy and was helping the side of good in the Ministry of Magic. Fudge had been declared unfit to be Minister and luckily Dumbledore had taken over the role. This meant he spent his time being in London and at Hogwarts, but Hogwarts was mainly handled by McGonagall now.
Harry worked for the DADA department as an Unspeakable Auror. Most unusual and very unique, Harry had helped to hunt down all remaining Death Eaters. At 21, he stood tall and proud and had a good job, good friends and a nice flat in London. The only thing missing in Harry's life was a relationship.
After the fall of Voldemort, who had merely exhausted himself with trying to kill Harry, did the tiny sliver of hope creep into the wizarding world. They still believed Harry was their saviour, but it was less so now. And here he was standing in Diagon Alley about to go shopping with his nemesis at school, Draco Malfoy, for of all things, (Think of something ridiculous that you could never imagine Draco Malfoy buying).
Harry and Draco had become friends and had realised that they had a lot in common. Slowly, they had developed a mutual trust and only last week Draco had moved from Malfoy Manor to Harry's modest flat. Harry had been surprised at the least but Draco had reasoned, he couldn't live with his insufferable and insane father and his cold mother.
Harry had to agree. It was nice having someone there when he came home from work. Draco was the owner and head chef of the fanciest restaurant, suitable named, "Sizzle". So, Harry was frequently treated to Draco's experiments and was the first to taste the mouth watering food. He had a sneaking suspicion that the Slytherin may poison him someday, but this paranoia was due to the nature of Harry's work.
Ron and Hermione were married, and Hermione was expecting their first child. They lived in the Burrow with only a few of the Weasley clan left. Ginny was at a Magical university. The twins had set up their joke shop and were business tycoons. Harry had learned since his first year never to accept anything from them, as some of their latest stuff had hazardous effects. He painfully remembered a chocolate truffle that he had absently taken and had spent the next few hours howling in pain and never being able to go to the toilet. The twins and everyone had laughed, before the pain had gone, and Harry was normal, but Harry had treated them warily since then.
"Harry, really. It's not so bad" smirked Draco
"Really Draco? Imagine going to a sex shop to buy gay porn in Diagon Alley, where the rest of the wizarding world can see you. You're gay, I'm gay. But that does not meant that I want the whole wizarding world that I buy" Harry picked up a book to emphasize his point, "How to please your man-Volume 15, Including new positions and detailed photographic help"
The cover graced two men getting it on. Draco laughed at Harry and said, "So what?"
Harry just shrugged and rolled his eyes. He knew he was gay since he had been 11, and he had never been bothered by it. Hermione had known before Ron and she was forever trying to set him up on dates. Ron chose to ignore it as much as he could, but he was not bothered either.
"OK, I'm done" said Draco carrying a plastic bag out of the shop, with a mischievous grin on his face.
Harry narrowed his eyes, "What have you bought?"
"What I choose to buy is my own business" said Draco with a mischievous glint in his eye.
"When you have that glint in your eye Draco, I know it concerns me. So, tell me, or let me shout it out to the whole wizarding world" growled Harry.
"Not telling. You'll have to wait till we get back to the flat"
Harry's eyes wandered down the lane as he took in Diagon Alley. It was his fifth visit since graduating from Hogwarts. He had been keeping himself busy and was helping the side of good in the Ministry of Magic. Fudge had been declared unfit to be Minister and luckily Dumbledore had taken over the role. This meant he spent his time being in London and at Hogwarts, but Hogwarts was mainly handled by McGonagall now.
Harry worked for the DADA department as an Unspeakable Auror. Most unusual and very unique, Harry had helped to hunt down all remaining Death Eaters. At 21, he stood tall and proud and had a good job, good friends and a nice flat in London. The only thing missing in Harry's life was a relationship.
After the fall of Voldemort, who had merely exhausted himself with trying to kill Harry, did the tiny sliver of hope creep into the wizarding world. They still believed Harry was their saviour, but it was less so now. And here he was standing in Diagon Alley about to go shopping with his nemesis at school, Draco Malfoy, for of all things, (Think of something ridiculous that you could never imagine Draco Malfoy buying).
Harry and Draco had become friends and had realised that they had a lot in common. Slowly, they had developed a mutual trust and only last week Draco had moved from Malfoy Manor to Harry's modest flat. Harry had been surprised at the least but Draco had reasoned, he couldn't live with his insufferable and insane father and his cold mother.
Harry had to agree. It was nice having someone there when he came home from work. Draco was the owner and head chef of the fanciest restaurant, suitable named, "Sizzle". So, Harry was frequently treated to Draco's experiments and was the first to taste the mouth watering food. He had a sneaking suspicion that the Slytherin may poison him someday, but this paranoia was due to the nature of Harry's work.
Ron and Hermione were married, and Hermione was expecting their first child. They lived in the Burrow with only a few of the Weasley clan left. Ginny was at a Magical university. The twins had set up their joke shop and were business tycoons. Harry had learned since his first year never to accept anything from them, as some of their latest stuff had hazardous effects. He painfully remembered a chocolate truffle that he had absently taken and had spent the next few hours howling in pain and never being able to go to the toilet. The twins and everyone had laughed, before the pain had gone, and Harry was normal, but Harry had treated them warily since then.
"Harry, really. It's not so bad" smirked Draco
"Really Draco? Imagine going to a sex shop to buy gay porn in Diagon Alley, where the rest of the wizarding world can see you. You're gay, I'm gay. But that does not meant that I want the whole wizarding world that I buy" Harry picked up a book to emphasize his point, "How to please your man-Volume 15, Including new positions and detailed photographic help"
The cover graced two men getting it on. Draco laughed at Harry and said, "So what?"
Harry just shrugged and rolled his eyes. He knew he was gay since he had been 11, and he had never been bothered by it. Hermione had known before Ron and she was forever trying to set him up on dates. Ron chose to ignore it as much as he could, but he was not bothered either.
"OK, I'm done" said Draco carrying a plastic bag out of the shop, with a mischievous grin on his face.
Harry narrowed his eyes, "What have you bought?"
"What I choose to buy is my own business" said Draco with a mischievous glint in his eye.
"When you have that glint in your eye Draco, I know it concerns me. So, tell me, or let me shout it out to the whole wizarding world" growled Harry.
"Not telling. You'll have to wait till we get back to the flat"
