Harry and Matt made their way back into the club and looked around for Ron and Draco. Harry was getting some curious stares from people who obviously expected him to be with the blond that bought him and not some hot young brunette.

"Is that him?"

Harry looked to where Matt was pointing and nodded.

"Nervous?" Matt asked with a hint of a smile.

"Very," Harry answered shakily. "Could you keep Draco busy while I speak with Ron?"

"No problem." Matt smiled.

"Don't forget he's mine though," Harry added as an afterthought.

"I promise to keep my hands to myself." Matt grinned.

Harry smiled and the two walked through the crowd towards the small table where Draco and Ron were sitting.

"Harry." Ron smiled when he glanced up and saw him standing beside their table. "Feeling better?"

"Yeah, thanks."

Draco eyed Matt suspiciously as Harry and Ron were talking.

"I remember you," he suddenly realized. "You were here with Harry last time."

"I wasn't really with him, we just danced a couple of times and then he left. Without saying goodbye, I might add," Matt said, looking at Harry.

"Sorry about that," Harry replied. "But I seem to remember you being busy with a certain black haired man on the dance floor at the time."

"True." Matt smiled.

There was an awkward pause and Harry fidgeted nervously, knowing that this was his chance to tell Ron that they needed to talk. Matt smiled at him encouragingly, knowing what was going through his mind.

"Er, Ron?"

"Yeah?" Ron looked up.

"Could I talk to you for a second?"

"Sure."

"Do you mind talking to Matt for a minute, Draco?" Harry asked.

Draco shook his head, but his eyes narrowed as he watched Harry and Ron walk away. Matt took up Ron's vacated chair and sat down, smiling pleasantly at Draco across the table.

"So what do you do, Draco?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" Draco asked distractedly, his eyes still following Harry.

"What's your job? Your occupation?"

"I sell potions," he answered, finally turning to look at him.

"Really? What kind?"

"Anything a wizard wants to order I can make. I don't ask questions and neither do they."

Matt swallowed and decided that a change in topics was in order.

"What did you want to talk about?" Ron asked as they found a secluded area on the second floor.

Harry twisted his hands anxiously and looked over the railing at the dance floor below. He had no idea how to begin.

"It's not good news is it?" Ron asked, watching Harry's troubled expression.

Harry looked up and shook his head. He looked at Ron's face, his best friend of nine years, and now he was about to hurt him.

"What is it?" Ron asked in alarm, as he saw Harry's eyes turn glassy with unshed tears.

"I'm so sorry, Ron," he burst out emotionally.

"For what?"

"I...I want us to be friends. Just friends."

Realization dawned on Ron's face and he backed up a few steps and looked away.

"I'm so sorry," Harry repeated, finally feeling the tears slip down his face.

"What about Malfoy?" Ron asked coolly, still not looking at him.

"I..."

"You're choosing him, aren't you?"

"Yes," Harry replied quietly.

"When did you figure this out?" he asked, still in the same cool tone.

"Tonight. I told you as soon as I realised it, Draco doesn't even know yet."

Ron sighed. "Well, I'm glad you told me first," he said, finally looking up.

"I didn't want to hurt you, I hope we can still be friends like before."

"Don't be daft, Harry." Ron smiled weakly. "Of course we'll still be friends. Its not like we've been going out for years, we only had one date."

"So you're okay?"

"I think my heart will recover," Ron said, shaking his head at his friend's melodramatics.

Harry smiled ruefully and wiped his eyes. Ron walked over and hugged Harry comfortingly.

"I kind of had the feeling you would end up with Malfoy," Ron admitted. "I just don't want to see that Slytherin for awhile if you don't mind."

Harry laughed and hugged his friend tighter. "I understand."

"I just wish I could have my four hundred galleons back," Ron said, pulling away.

"Oh, I forgot!" Harry exclaimed. "I'll reimburse you."

"No, it's okay." Ron shrugged. "It's for a good cause."

"So you're really okay with this?" Harry asked again.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," Ron assured him. "Let's go back downstairs, I have a feeling you're a little anxious to speak with Malfoy now."

Harry brightened and nodded with a smile.

"I think I'll just go home," Ron said as they made their way down the stairs.

"Why don't you stay? There are tons of guys here for you to talk to. In fact, you should talk to Matt, he's a really great guy."

"Is that why you brought him over with you to the table?" Ron asked suspiciously.

"Well...kind of," Harry admitted sheepishly. "But he really is a great guy, and just happens to be very good-looking as well."

Ron chuckled and shook his head.

Draco perked up and smiled in relief when he saw Harry and Ron approach. Harry noticed Matt looking a little apprehensively at Draco.

"What took you so long?" Draco demanded.

"None of your business," Ron said, glancing at Matt.

"Weasley-" Draco growled.

"Draco," Harry interrupted before they ruined their new truce. "Let's go outside."

"Fine." Draco smirked and followed Harry to the door.

Ron sat down in Draco's vacated seat and smiled at Matt. "So, where are you from?"

Harry led Draco outside to the spot where he and Matt had been standing earlier, luckily the religious nut job was gone.

Draco leaned against the building and shoved his hands into his pockets for warmth. Harry struck the same pose beside him, both looking out at the bustling city street.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" Draco finally asked nonchalantly.

"Us."

"What about 'us'?" Draco asked interestedly, turning to look at him.

"I would really like for there to be an us."

"Really?" Draco raised a brow. "What about Weasley?"

"We're just friends again, that's what I was talking to him about just now," Harry explained, feeling oddly calm.

"What made you change your mind?"

"The auction actually. When you two were bidding, I suddenly found myself hoping that you would win."

Draco smiled to himself. "I thought that you had picked Weasley and that's why you wanted to talk to him alone earlier."

Harry smiled and shook his head. "Nope."

"So what now?"

"I'm not sure, I hadn't really planned this far ahead."

Draco smiled. "Why don't we go somewhere else?" he suggested. "Somewhere quiet, where we can talk."

"How about your place?"

Draco looked taken aback for a second. "No, I don't like my place. It's too cold and uninviting."

"I didn't realize you were such a warm and fuzzy person, Malfoy." Harry smiled.

"I just like comfortable places that feel lived in, like a home." Draco shrugged. "I never had that growing up."

"I know what you mean. I love my new place but it doesn't really feel like me."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I like a place where you're not afraid to spill."

Draco smiled to himself and pictured Harry trying to eat in his almost all white flat. "Looks like we both need a new place to live."

"What are you suggesting?" Harry asked coyly.

"We'll talk about that another time." Draco smiled. "How about your place for tonight?"

"Alright," Harry agreed.

"Should we tell Weasley we're going?"

"Nah, he's busy with his new friend."

"They'll be good for each other, they're both wimps. I think I scared that Matt guy when I told him about what I do."

"What do you do?" Harry asked curiously.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Draco teased.

"Yes, I would."

"I'll tell you if you kiss me."

Harry smiled. "Deal."

Harry pushed himself off of the wall and leaned in close to Draco as they put their arms around each other. Harry smiled softly as he closed his eyes and leaned in to gently brush his lips against Draco's. Draco closed his eyes and tilted his head to one side as he returned the soft kiss. It was very different from their first kiss in the club, no hurried passion or frantic groping, just the gentle pressure of soft lips sliding and tasting.

Harry sighed blissfully as he pulled his head back slightly and looked Draco in the eye, their arms still locked around each other with no thought of letting go.

"Shall we?" Draco asked quietly.

"I'm ready." Harry smiled.

Draco kept one arm around Harry as they walked to his limousine and climbed inside. Harry rested his head contentedly on Draco's shoulder as they drove smoothly through the city streets towards his flat.

He finally felt at peace, he finally had what he had been sorely missing from his life and didn't want to ever let go.

Draco kissed the top of Harry's head and smiled to himself. He knew his life wouldn't be the same after this, but he also knew that it was a change for the better.