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….

Notes: It'll prolly go on a little bit longer, mebe two chapters after this, I donno… and thank you for sticking with me for so long, after all the cliff hangers you finally get to see where they went! But yah, so thank you again for sticking to it. Love you!

Chapter 7:

I've had enough mystery.
Keep building me up, then shooting me down
Well im already down
Just wait a minute, just sitting waiting
Just wait a minute, just sitting waiting

Well if I was in your position
Id put down all my ammunition
I'd wondered why'd it taken me so long

The witch that stood in front of them smiled. "Welcome to New York gentlemen. You have seven hours before your return key is activated." She spoke with a Brooklyn accent, her hair was a dark chestnut, and she wore an interesting robe.

Harry and Draco glanced at each other, the robe was not what they were used to, but these were Americans, they were given to odd choices of clothes. She was wearing a blue and red coat, it wasn't a full fledged robe, it was just a long coat that she wore over her other more muggle uniform clothes. The two men shrugged and smiled back at the woman.

"Thank you." Draco said, flashing the woman a debonair smile, and Harry rolled his eyes at his companion's tackiness. The witch smiled and shook her head. "You'll return to this station when you're ready to return, it is possible for you to leave earlier, but it will require a wait of at least fifteen to thirty minutes before it's cleared."

This time Harry thanked her, she pointed them to the exit and the money exchange. Harry and Draco had been surprised to learn that American wizards had adopted their Muggles paper money, in favor of the clunky and awkward coins that the British wizards used. They exchanged several hundred galleons into the American dollar, and after they went through customs, they were allowed to go out into the city.

Harry was positively giddy. He'd never been anywhere off English soil. It was a positive thrill for him once he stepped out into New York air, it smelled of roasting nuts, pretzels, and well nothing like London. They were in the heart of the new Wizarding section right off of Broadway. It was filled with interesting people, even Draco was impressed.

Draco chuckled at the wide eyed stare that Harry was giving everything, his mouth was slightly slack and he leaned over and slightly taped his friends bottom jaw shut with a click and said "There's more than this you know. We can always go into Muggle New York, and that's always just as interesting. We could go see a play on Broadway, if you want."

Once again Draco chuckled at how childish Harry was acting. At the idea of going into the muggle section Harry's eyes became as big as saucers. "I would love to go see a show. But maybe later though. I'd like to explore this a bit more."

And so they did. They went to the first store that caught both their fancy, the Quidditch store. It must have been charmed to look smaller outside than it was inside. The store was huge. It rose up about three stories; the first level was books about the sport, the different teams from each country around the world. They had ones on the national teams, and the countries regional teams. Books on history, on moves, on each different position, books on different players. Harry was surprised to find a book on him self there.

"Draco, come look at this." He said as he leafed through it, marveling at the pictures that had been taken through out his tenure at Hogwarts as the Gryffindor Seeker.

"Oh you bloody prat, you called me over to look at a book about you?" Draco sneered, but with out the hateful tones that he'd used earlier in their lives.

"Yes you bint, I didn't know they wrote a book about that."

"Harry," Draco said swinging an arm around his friends shoulder, "They have a book on everything you somewhere. Now come on, I want to see if they have any new things upstairs." He led Harry up to the second and third floors looking at the brooms and the new gear. His arm had slid down from Harry's shoulder and was now holding his hand. Neither man noticed, or if they had, neither was willing to let go.

They spent about an hour in the store before they left. Each man had purchased a new broom, and had ordered them sent to their flats so they didn't have to carry them around all day.

When they got back to the street their hands had begun to take on a life of their own, each thumb gently making circles around the back of the others hand. It was so slight that Draco only truly noticed when he had been about to cross the street to go to a coffee store, and the light turned red, Harry had held him back before one of the cars zoomed past.

It had been one of the first things that they noticed; the new Wizarding section of New York was almost exactly like the muggle part. They still had cars going through, but none of them ever stopped save for the lights, or if it was a wizard family. To any Muggle the section of the city looked like any other part of New York, but that it had nothing that they wanted, so they never stopped.

Of course being the thick skulled boy that Harry is, he still didn't notice that they were holding hands. So Draco continued quite contently to keep on holding hands.

They went into the coffee shop, each getting some type of coffee and a muffin to assuage what was their early afternoon snack, even though where they were it was still only nine o'clock in the morning. When they were picking up their order, is when Harry realized that he was holding Draco's hand, he immediately turned bright red and pulled his hand away, muttering something that sounded ridiculously stupid and slightly muffled. Draco was slightly put out, before resuming his normal 'I could care less' attitude.

After they finished their muffins and coffee Draco smiled and said, "We should probably catch a matinee of a show if we want to be back in time for the dinner tonight."

"You're right. But umm…" Harry blushed again, "How do we find out what's showing?"

Draco chuckled. "Well my dear, dear friend, we go to Broadway!" He then proceeded to pull Harry out to the muggle street Broadway, and to where they were selling tickets for different shows.

They looked over the titles of shows that had eleven o'clock shows and what each was about; they chose the classic show, Rent 1. They then bought the tickets after having waited in the twofer 2 line for an hour or so, and then realized that they had forty five minutes to get to a place that they had very little idea on how to get there. They laughed the whole way there, and got there on time. During the intermission they discussed how incredible the story was and how moving it was. The beginning of the second act however was what killed Harry. He allowed himself to break down and cry, Draco looked over and saw the tears on Harry's face and pulled him over and pushed his head on his shoulder, and rubbed his shoulder. There were several other parts in the second act that made Harry cry and Draco was there for him the whole time. They left the building feeling strangely liberated. They left hand in hand, Harry using Draco as a leaning post.

"That was with out a doubt one of the best things I have ever seen in my life." Harry said, still in awe of the powerful songs and scenes.

"I'd have to agree with you there. It was quite stirring, reminding you that life is never certain, and to live life to its fullest." Draco said thoughtfully, realizing that if he was ever going to tell Harry how he felt this was the time to do it. "You know Harry… there's something I should tell you."

"Hmm? What?" Harry wasn't really paying attention to anything, he was trusting Draco to lead him safely. He was instead concentrating on how Draco smelled. He smelled of vanilla and amber and the conditioner he used.

"Harry…" Draco hesitated, he wasn't quite sure how to put this.

"You know you smell like heaven Draco?"

Draco was startled. "Wha.. What!"

"You do, I've always thought that, even when we weren't friends in school. You always smelled so wonderful." Harry couldn't believe he was saying this. It felt like he had taken a gallon of Veritaserum, and was just babbling what ever he felt like saying. He was getting punch drunk off of Draco's scent.

'Well, this is going to be considerably easier than I thought. It's nice to know Hermione has been right. Again.' Draco thought to himself. "Harry…" Again he didn't know how to put it. "Oh hell." He stopped walking leaned his head down the few inches to Harry's face and kissed him full on the mouth.

Harry was shocked, pleasantly shocked, but still shocked all the same. His eyes widened at the touch of Draco's soft lips touching his own, before they closed and he leaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Draco's neck. They both fought for control of the kiss before they both realized where they were. They broke apart breathing heavily but extremely happy.

Draco put his forehead on Harry's and stared into the emerald depths and smiled, "I've wanted to do that for ages now."

"Yah? Me too. Why didn't we do it earlier?"

"You know I don't know? Although I thought I was being quite obvious as to my… ah… affection to you."

"Oh you probably were, I'm just extremely thick headed sometimes."

"I know that love."

"Do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Love me."

"Oh that, yes. I have for quite sometime."

"Good. I love you too."

"I know. But it's nice to hear it from your own lips."

"How did you know!"

"Hermione told me sometime ago."

"And she didn't tell me that you liked me!"

"I'm sure she did love, you just weren't listening right."

At that Harry rolled his eyes and threw his hands into the air. "Lets go to the old section. How much time do we have left?"

Draco looked at his watch and smiled. We've got about an hour and a half till our key leaves again. And I don't know about you, but I'm a bit hungry. And those roasted nuts 3 that we've been smelling for the past few hours are calling to me."

Harry chuckled and smiled. "Why don't we go get you some of those roasted nuts then?"

"Why Harry, that's quite possibly the most brilliant idea you've had all day." Draco said sarcastically, before he once again pulled Harry towards the stand on the side of the road.

After having gotten several bags of different kinds of nuts they sauntered over to the older Wizarding section. It was stunning. The buildings were a mixture of Old Dutch and English architecture. It reminded the two men quite a bit of Diagon Alley, but… well more American because of the mixture of peoples that were there. After being there for an hour, they made their way back to the Port Key station. They went through customs again, only this time slightly lighter, and then were allowed to make their way back to the terminal that they had arrived at.

It was a different witch that greeted them this time; she was quite a bit older than the first one and sniffed at them holding hands. She was quite obviously old fashioned so to make her feel slightly more uncomfortable, Draco leaned down to kiss Harry's neck. Harry turned bright red and giggled, the witch however didn't find it quite so amusing. She asked for their tickets, they gave them to her and she repeated the same procedure they had gone through in London. They put their hand on the glass globe and were whisked across the ocean to London.

Draco smiled as Harry automatically reached for his new boyfriends hand after they finished the trip. "Let's go back to my flat to get your stuff. Then we can go to yours so you can change and surprise everyone with your stylish new look." He winked at Harry who chuckled.

"They will be surprised won't they? Ok, let's do that then."

Draco looked at his watch and smiled. They were right on time. It was seven fifty seven. The apparated to his flat, picked up the bags then decided to take the seven minutes to walk to Harry's flat, holding hands and chatting amiably the whole way.

Once again Draco looked at his watch as they approached the door to Harry's flat, it was eight o-three as Harry opened the door.


1. Rent is a really, really good musical so if you get a chance to see it I highly recommend it.

2. A twofer is where they sell two tickets for the price of one; they have a special box office for these. You really do have to wait in a ridiculously long line and you might not get placed in the same place, but other than that it creates an awesome opportunity for any last minute Broadway plans

3. As far as I know these nuts are only in New York, I've never seen a "Nuts 4 Nuts" any where else. So again if you're in the City I suggest you get some. They be awesome!