Disclaimers: Harry and Draco and crew belong to J.K. and her publishers and such, so please please don't sue me, cause I'm a poor college student with no money, no job so I have no hopes of ever paying you if you do. So be kind? The song Sitting, Waiting, Wishing doesn't belong to me either… it belongs to Jack Johnson… so don't tell him I'm using the title and the lyrics please? Cause I'd be crushed by the record company….

Chapter 1:

Now I was sitting waiting wishing
That you believed in superstitions
Then maybe you'd see the signs

Harry sat listening to the music that was coming out of the muggle radio; he'd gotten for himself after graduation. It was merely a trinket for his rather interestingly decorated flat in the heart of London's wizarding world. He listened to the music and closed his eyes happily. There was no need for him to be a hero anymore. He didn't have to think about anything but what he wanted to. He didn't have to worry about any wars, or more people dying, or Voldemort. He'd taken care of that in his last year at school. Harry had finally won, freeing the wizarding world from the fright of a Voldemort regime. As Ron had said, "It was bloody brilliant! You caught him off guard with that muggle move!"

Harry had reverted to muggle weaponry and tactics. At one point in his seventh year he realized that trying to kill him with magic wasn't going to work. So in his last battle Harry had pulled out a .45 magnum and shot Voldemort's head with a surprisingly quick move. There was no way the Dark Lord was going to ever come back to life.

So two years later, almost every single Death Eater had been gathered, thanks to the two spies that the Order had had infiltrated into the Dark Lord's group. One was Snape, and the second was surprisingly enough, was Draco Malfoy. He had been deflecting to the Orders side for quite sometime, but not making it public to anyone besides Dumbledore and Snape, until the summer before their seventh year. So when Draco showed up to a meeting at Grimwald Place, the famous Gryffindor trio were, naturally, astonished and suspicious at first. But they got used to the idea and they became friends.

What really shocked everyone was that Draco and Hermione became fast friends, they were as close as Ron and Harry in many respects. So it became a common place thing to see the two of them huddled off in a corner talking quietly. This of course drove Ron into a jealous frenzy, he was absolutely convinced that Draco was going to steal his girlfriend away from him, even after Hermione's repeated attempts to tell him that it wasn't going to happen, for a reason she wouldn't say.

Needless to say the trio opened their arms to Draco, and when the arrived back at school, that tidbit of information, had sent their houses into fits, until they realized that it wasn't going to change. They let their houses believe what they wanted, choosing to ignore the rumors, and the looks of incredulity in the hall. Slytherin thought that the only reason Draco was chumming up to them was so that he could find out what they were planning, Gryffindor thought that Draco was a git and couldn't be trusted because he'd probably betray them at first chance.

After the battle, and graduation the four friends moved to London. Ron and Hermione moved in together, unsurprisingly, in a flat several blocks away from Harry's, and Draco's flat was some where in the middle of the two.

Hermione, Ron and Draco all worked for the Ministry, in different areas. Hermione works in the New Spell Development and Refining section, where her technical knowledge could be properly utilized. Ron works as an Auror, rooting out the last few Death Eaters. Draco works in the upper administration, under the Minister.

Harry however opened a book store. It was a muggle/wizard store, selling mostly fiction novels from the two groups, leaving the practical books to Flourish and Blotts. His store was fascinating, having two sections that interconnected. He had a door that opened in Diagon Alley and the other on a muggle street. So he was able to attend to both Muggles and Wizards. The store was doing quite well and Harry was happy with it.

The song that was playing was pefectly reflecting his emotions and how he was feeling. At this moment he was confused. Very confused. Harry had been in love with one person for several years now. Of course being Harry, he had only ever told one person, Hermione. She had been thrilled and then wouldn't tell him why.

Flashback

In their seventh year, several weeks after Harry had defeated Voldemort, as the Gryffindors had entered the their common room Harry pulled Hermione to the side to talk to her alone.

"GAH! Harry whats wrong? Did somethin happen? Are you ok?"

"Hermione, I'm fine. Nothings wrong. Well... there is kinda something but nothing bad." Nevously he ran his fingers through his unruley black hair.

"Well what is it then? Ron's glowering over there." She crossed her arms and stared impatently at her friend.

Harry looked down at his shoes and very quickly and softly said, "IthinkIaminlovewithDraco."

Hermione blinked before erupting with "Really! Harry thats fantastic!" At that she did a very un-Hermione like thing, she left him standing there, talking to herself as she went back over to Ron.

Harry stared at her back with a slack jaw. "What the hell was that about?" he said to no one in particular.

End Flashback

Harry was still in love with Draco, possibly even more so. He was just hesitant to do anything, he knew that Draco was gay, but they were such good friends he didn't want to ruin it by doing somthing stupid like kiss him.

He groaned into his hands and mumbled to himself. "Why did this have to happen to me? I can't stand see him parading his new boyfriend around, and its killing me." Lately Hermione had been poking him to do something. Draco was between boyfriends right now, so as always Hermione wanted him to do something about it.

"The only problem is that I'm his friend. I'd rather be friends with him than have him laugh in my face for asking him out." He leaned back into his chair as the song finished on the radio and sighed dejectedly.

AN: The song he keeps talking about is "Sitting, Waiting, Wishing" i just dont' feel like putting in the lyrics when I'm just gonna use them over and over until i finish this fic. I'll put up the bits and peices of it in the beggining of each chapter for you.