Harry rolled onto his back and stretched, his jaw cracking slightly as he yawned. He opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling. The morning sun was just beginning to peek from around his curtains, casting small beams of light on his bedroom walls. Harry put his arms behind his head and waited for his mind to awaken completely before even attempting to tackle the events of last night. He had no clue as to what to do about the Slytherin currently residing on his couch.

He knew that he liked Draco, he realized that last night when he couldn't stop himself from kissing Draco's lips. Or keep his fingers from touching that pale skin.

He knew there was definitely something there, an irresistible attraction that seemed to pull him in whenever Draco was in his presence. He just wasn't sure if he was willing to pursue...whatever this was, especially when he thought of Ron. Their relationship was just starting, did he really want to give that up? And so soon?

No, he knew he didn't want that to happen, but he also knew that he couldn't cut Draco out of his life now either. How was he supposed to do this without hurting one of them?

Harry rubbed his hands over his eyes and refused to be sucked into another frustrating battle over his extremely screwed up love life.

"I need to talk to Draco before I decide on anything," he thought to himself as he reluctantly climbed out of bed and threw on a t-shirt and a pair of boxers.

He walked down the hallway into the kitchen and flipped the switch on his coffee maker. He froze in shock when he saw that the couch was empty and the blanket he had leant Draco was neatly folded on top of the pillow.

Then he saw that one of the balcony doors was ajar and that one of his chaise lounges was being occupied by a dozing blond.

Harry smiled in relief, glad that Draco hadn't run away when he had awoken this morning; too embarrassed by his actions last night to face him. He should've known a Malfoy would never run.

Harry casually walked out onto the balcony and was careful not to look at Draco as he leaned over the railing and stared down at the early morning joggers passing by.

"Er, Potter?"

Harry turned and looked at Draco with amusement. "So it's Potter again is it?"

Draco had one hand over his eyes and looked a little more pale than usual. "Before you try to drag me into a verbal debate on what I should be calling you, could you please fetch me a headache potion?"

"I think a hangover potion would be more appropriate, don't you?" Harry smirked.

Draco glared at Harry through parted fingers and refused to answer.

"Alright, I'll see what I can do." Harry laughed, trying to be quiet for Draco's sake.

Harry went to his bedroom and grabbed his wand from his dresser drawers, then returned to Draco outside.

"Don't you have any potions?" Draco asked when he saw the wand.

"No, I try not to keep too many magical objects in the house that would cause a Muggle concern if they were ever found," Harry replied, kneeling down and touching the tip of his wand to Draco's forehead.

Draco snorted and closed his eyes.

Harry smirked and wondered briefly at the trust Draco was showing him, willingly letting his ex-nemesis point a wand straight at his head and not even bothering to keep an eye on his actions. He was either being very trustworthy or he was too tired and in too much pain to care. Either way it was a very un-Malfoy thing to do.

"Percuro," Harry cast the healing spell and rocked back onto his heels to wait for it to take effect.

Draco took a deep breath and let it out slowly in relief.

"Better?" Harry asked.

"Much, thanks."

Harry smiled and stood up. "Would you like some coffee?"

Draco opened his eyes and was momentarily thrown by Harry's appearance, he hadn't noticed it before in his hung-over state, but now his eyes were fully open and his brain was functioning normally. Harry looked...amazing, wonderful, sexy, any number of complimentary words and none of them would accurately describe the way he looked at that moment. Harry's hair was still messy from sleep, the sun was hitting his eyes just right so that the green was practically glowing, and he was wearing a white t-shirt that accentuated his tanned skin even more than usual.

He looked just like the magazine cover and it took Draco's breath away. He couldn't believe he'd never noticed how good looking Harry had been during school, but he reasoned that that was probably because they had been too busy trying to figure out how best to land the other one in detention.

"Uh, Draco?"

Draco came out of his daze and realized that he had been staring up at Harry without answering his question.

"Sorry, I...er, what did you ask?"

"Would you like some coffee?" Harry repeated, enunciating each word slowly and carefully.

"Yes, fine," Draco answered with a glare and turned away.

Harry went back to his kitchen and poured out two mugs of steaming coffee. He placed them on a tray and piled on a stack of croissants with a dish of butter and a knife.

"Here you go." Harry smiled as he offered the tray to Draco.

Draco took one of the mugs and declined to try one of the croissants.

"Too fatty?" Harry said in amusement. "I forgot. But at least I got you to eat a greasy burger that one time."

"Yes, and that will be the last time." Draco grimaced.

"The last date or the last food splurge?"

Draco glanced over at Harry, noticing the slight change in the tone of his voice, the underlying seriousness of the question.

"The last time I eat something that you recommend," Draco answered lightly.

Harry sat back in the chair beside Draco and slowly tore off little pieces of croissant, popping them into his mouth and chewing thoughtfully.

"That didn't tell you what you really wanted to know, did it?" Draco asked knowingly.

Harry sighed and gazed up at the clear blue sky above. "No, it didn't."

"So ask me."

"What?"

"What you want to know."

"But you already know the question," Harry hedged.

"I want to hear you ask it."

"Why?"

"Because I want you to. Now ask."

Harry took a deep breath. "Do you want to go out with me again?"

"What was that? Sorry I didn't hear you," Draco said, cupping a hand to his ear.

"You prat!" Harry exclaimed, throwing a piece of croissant at him.

"Hey!" Draco laughed, dodging the bread. "It's not my fault you mumble."

"Fine, then I won't bother asking at all," Harry huffed indignantly.

"Alright, alright." Draco smiled. "Yes, I want to go out with you again."

Harry grinned up at the sky. Draco smiled at him and sipped his coffee as he too turned to watch the wispy clouds overhead.

"Hey, Draco?"

"Hmm?"

"Why did you come back?"

Draco thought about his answer carefully before replying. "I guess I realized that I missed the person that I had had such a great time with on that date and it didn't matter whether it was James or Harry Potter. I figured if you could get over the fact that it was me you were out with, then I could certainly get over the fact that it was you. It wasn't easy, I was pretty angry for awhile and it wasn't just because you had lied to me, I was angry at myself for still wanting to be with you when I knew who you really were."

"So what made you change your mind?" Harry asked curiously.

"Well, after being very juvenile and phoning your answering machine to hear your voice, which I'm not proud of by the way and you'd better not ever mention it again, then I decided to confront you at the quidditch game."

"But you didn't," Harry said in confusion. "You were hiding from me."

"I wanted to watch you for awhile, see if I still felt the same way."

"So why didn't..."

"Weasley."

"Ron?" Harry said with a sinking feeling in his heart.

"You're with him aren't you?"

Harry sighed. "Yes."

Draco nodded and took another sip of coffee. "You're more devious than I previously thought, Harry."

"I didn't mean for this to happen," Harry explained in a rush. "It's just...I've been kind of pining after Ron for some time now and he finally agreed to go out with me."

"Why now?" Draco asked.

"As you can see, I don't exactly look the same as I did back in school. I had Hermione give me a make-over to get Ron to go out with me, which sounds really stupid now, but it worked."

"So he only wanted to go out with you after you completely changed how you looked?"

"No, I mean, I guess... You're making it sound like he was being shallow. He's not shallow. It just let him see me in a new light, not just the ever loyal best friend, but potentially as something more."

"Sure." Draco nodded sarcastically.

"Listen," Harry pointed out, "you only liked me after the make-over too, so you're not one to talk."

"But I didn't meet you again until after."

"You had all that time during school," Harry replied with half a smile.

Draco chuckled. "Who would've thought back then that one day we'd be here sharing breakfast and talking about our complicated love lives?"

Harry laughed appreciatively. "This scenario would have given me nightmares back in school."

"Me too," Draco agreed with a smile.

They lapsed into a comfortable silence, each lost in their own thoughts of how much things can change and how easy it was to be blinded by your own prejudices.

This time it was Draco who broke the silence.

"Harry?"

"Thanks for not calling me, Potter." Harry smiled, watching a plane fly overhead. "What is it?"

"Are you planning on breaking up with Weasley?"

Harry sighed and braced himself for the conversation that he had been dreading. "No."

"So you're just going to string us both along until you get tired of one of us?" Draco asked evenly.

"No, I'm just not sure about my feelings yet. Maybe I'm being cowardly or selfish, but I don't know what else to do. I'm sorry for even putting you in this position, I'd understand if you don't want to continue this-"

"I didn't say that," Draco interrupted.

"Then you don't care?" Harry asked incredulously.

"I didn't say that either."

"Please don't talk in riddles right now, my brain has been over-worked lately as it is." Harry sighed.

"What I mean, is that I'm willing to share you for the time being until I win you over completely," Draco explained methodically.

"Win me over?" Harry snorted.

"I don't think you realize that you've started a competition, and unless Weasley is intending to bow out when he finds out about this, then we will be fighting over the pleasure of your company. And a Malfoy always gets what he wants."

"Fighting?" Harry repeated warily.

"Don't worry, I'll be good," Draco promised.

"It's not you I'm worried about," Harry muttered, thinking of his hot-tempered friend.

"You are going to tell him, right?" Draco asked suddenly.

Harry looked away and closed his eyes. "I don't know."

"I think you have to Harry," Draco said quietly.

"I know," Harry said heavily. "I will."

"Good, now that that's settled, let's go out," Draco declared with a smile.

"Where?"

"Anywhere, just as long as we don't talk about anything serious for the rest of the day, alright?"

"Okay." Harry smiled, instantly feeling a litle more light-hearted.

"I need to use your shower first if you don't mind." Draco winked. "I'm not going to win you over by smelling like vomit and liquor."

Harry laughed and nodded. "Go right ahead, I'll give you some clothes to wear afterwords."

The two went back inside Harry's flat and prepared for the day ahead. Harry used his own bathroom shower as Draco occupied the guest bedroom ensuite. True to his word he leant Draco a pair of black trousers and a warm grey sweater, thinking in delight that it would be a little tight on the slightly larger man. Harry met Draco by the front door, dressed in dark jeans, a plain white shirt, and his suede coat.

They rode the lift in silence and entered the lobby together.

"Good morning, Mr Potter," the doorman greeted pleasantly.

"Good morning, Hayden." Harry smiled. "Were you sick last night?"

"I think I fell asleep," Hayden admitted sheepishly. "I'm really sorry, Mr Potter."

"That's okay." Harry waved away his apology. "No harm done, right?"

"Everything seems to be fine, except I found this strange piece of wood by my desk when I woke up."

"My wand!" Draco hissed into Harry's ear.

"Er..." Harry coughed. "Could I see it?"

Hayden reached behind his desk and pulled out Draco's wand.

"You know what?" Harry said with an embarrassed laugh. "That's mine."

"Yours, sir?" Hayden said in surprise.

"Yeah, I must have dropped it when I came in last night."

"Oh, well here you go." Hayden smiled and handed it over.

"Thanks."

Harry slipped it into his coat pocket and grabbed Draco's hand to lead him outside. As soon as they were on the sidewalk, away from the front entrance of his building, Harry rounded on Draco with a raised brow and demanded to know what his wand was doing in the lobby.

"I put your doorman to sleep so I could slip past him and get up to your flat," Draco explained with a mischievous smile.

"And then you forgot it there?" Harry laughed.

"Hey, I'm still impressed that I could cast the sleeping spell while pissed out of my mind, as well as thinking to check what floor you were on and remembering it."

Harry laughed and handed Draco back his wand.

"Let's go for a drive," Harry suggested.

Draco smiled and let Harry pull him towards Colin's blue BMW.

"Is this yours?" Draco asked in surprise, looking impressed.

"No, I have it on loan. Want to go for a spin?"

"Hell yeah!" Draco grinned.

Draco pulled open the driver's side door for Harry and stepped back.

"Trying to earn extra points, Draco?" Harry smiled in amusement.

"I'm just naturally polite," Draco said, feigning offence.

Harry walked up to Draco and kissed him soundly on the mouth. Draco let go of the door and wrapped his arms around Harry, surprise turning into pleasure as he returned the unexpected kiss. Harry pulled back and smiled up at him.

"Ready?"

Draco wasn't sure whether Harry was talking about the car ride or their new relationship, but he didn't care - the answer would still be the same.

"Always," he replied.

Harry released his arms from Draco's waist and hopped into the car. Draco ran around to the passenger side and climbed in. Harry turned on the engine and pressed the button to lower the top on the sports car. Draco rested one arm on top of the door and smiled. Harry put the car into drive and revved the engine before pulling put into the street.

Their laughter floated behind them on the wind as they sped off, leaving two people standing in shock on the sidewalk.

"Holy shit," Fred Weasley whispered.

George nodded slowly, shocked into silence for the first time in his life.