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Summary: Draco explains his presence.

"So you found me. Then what. Why come looking? What you find is always what you want Draco. What if I was shacked up with Ron?"

"Up until that moment, I had hoped you had taste." Sneered Draco. "In Dumbledore's name, tell me he isn't sitting naked in the next room."

"Not that I'd be jealous" he added hastily.

"Seriously Draco, what happened last night that George and Fred found you? They would have been in Muggle London, right? Way to close by for my liking."

"I was in a club in Soho, called Glitterati. Gorgeous bar-staff, by the way, you'd love it." Harry interrupted him.

"I work there Malfoy. I am bar-staff. And gorgeous. But Glitterati is a shit-hole."

"Ah yes. I have to admit that was how I inititally found you. Never remembered the guy who looked a bit like you who ordered way too many Complicated Martinis? That was me. Glamour charm. Anyhow, they saw me on my way home last night, dressed in black trousers, tight black trosuers and a pink silk shirt, the one I am still wearing part of, in fact. And don't call me Malfoy."

For the first time, Harry really looked at Malfoy. He saw the ripped black trousers, covered in dirt. He saw the remnants of the pink silk shirt the blonde man had been wearing the night before. He saw the muscles and light covering of blonde hair revealed by the lack of shirt. He saw the body he had held, the lips he had kissed and the mind he had explored. Harry bit his lip.

"So why here Draco? You get beaten up, apparate home and fix yourself up. Don't come knocking on Heaven's door, cause he wants to go back to sleep."

"Bloody hell Harry, for such a streetwise little bar-man, who makes such bloody good Complicated Martinis, you really are a bit thick." He glared at Harry over the top of the whiskey glass, glaring, but at the same time drinking in every inch of the black haired man's form.

"I'm gay, Harry."

"Really? Me too." Smiled the Gryffindor slowly. "Would never have guessed though. Pink shirt, spending time in Glitterati, drinking frigging Complicated Martinis. All the hallmarks of a very straight man to me Draco."

"You, Potter? Bi, yes, gay? Really? You learn something every day. Incidentally, I have learned two things today. The other is that Fred and George Weasley are very good with their fists."

"So if you're gay Draco, and me too, why are we sitting on this sofa and not lying on it?"

"Because if I was lying on anything Potter, it would be you."

Harry reached across and touched Draco's pale cheek, unchanged in their five years apart. He was surprised at the other man's reaction. Having expected to be beaten off, having Draco simply close his eyes for a moment was very weird for Harry.

He leant forwards and lightly kissed the small man on the lips.

"You haven't changed Drake" he whispered. "You still taste just the same."

"Some things never change Harry. The best things. I'm one of them. Enjoy it while you can."

"Then I will." Taking Draco into his arms, Harry stood up, and, lifting the blonde off the floor, carried him into his bedroom.

AN: Enjoy I hope, pleaser RR, I lost all my reviews for the first copy of this story when ff closed me down as parseltonguediarist. So cookies to those who do….

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Llily