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A/N: Hey guys, thank you so much for the wonderful reviews. Here's the third chapter, I dedicate this to all of you that have submit a review. Thank you for reading my story, I do hope you like reading it. Well, this story is based around 1815 or 1820 hence the title and therefore no magic here. I should have told you in the first chapter but it slipped my mind as i was to excitate to post the story :). Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter and keep those reviews coming :)

Meanwhile Draco was already sitting down at their usual place, waiting for Harry. He had spent most of his morning doing the usual paper work and he had met his mother as usual. The conversation that they had though was something that Draco never wanted to discuss.

"Well Draco, I heard you've been spending some time with Harry since his return," Narcissa said.

"What do you mean mother? Can't I spend time with my friend?"

"Of course you can. But you're spending an awful lot of time with him. Shouldn't you be spending those times on finding the right lady and get settle down instead?"

"Mother, I've told you time and time again that I do not wish to get married. Can't you just leave it at that?"

"Surely you're just pulling my leg my son. You know sooner or later you have to get married don't you? You need an heir for this family to continue," replied Narcissa.

"I know that mother. But can't you see that I'm perfectly fine on my own? Just find one of our cousins to inherit my title."

"Surely you don't mean that Draco. Can you really see someone else other than your heir controlling this family?"

"Of course I do. The point is I'm not interested in getting married ever. You have to accept that mother."

"Goodness me Draco. It seems you're not in the right mood to talk about this. Very well then, we shall continue this discussion some other time," and with that Narcissa stood up and left the room.

Draco sighed remembering those words from his mother. Narcissa Malfoy was one of the granddames of the society. Nobody dared to cross her due to the amount of power she held in the society. Like Draco, she could destroy someone reputation by just arching her eyebrows.

Draco knew sooner or later he has to tell his mother the truth, no matter what her reactions will be. She would probably faint on the spot but if it made her stop plaguing him with the constant reminder of finding the right lady, Draco would be happy to do it.

Waiting for Harry, his mind drifted to the moments that they had spent together for the last two years. They had been spending more and more time together, talking mostly and Draco knew that his feeling was growing stronger. Just what was he supposed to do about it? He had been trying his best to ignore it but once he met Harry, the feeling returned full force and strengthen each day. Draco knew he was beyond hope now; he was falling hard for Harry and he didn't know how to stop it. Sooner or later he realized, Harry would probably notice something weird about his behavior and he dreaded the day when it come true. He would lose the best friend that he only had and their friendship would be lost as well.

His thoughts were interrupted with Harry's arrival. Draco took the chance to look at Harry and as always, he was dressed elegantly. Harry was tall, taller than most of them but Draco was still taller. His hair was the same as ever; short, dark and still as unruly as ever. His green eyes though were the best assets that he had. It showed warmth and kindness but anyone, who looked at them as closely as Draco, could tell that those eyes held secrets deep inside him. He was built nicely and he was tanned, probably because he spent most of his time outdoors.

While Draco was studying Harry, Harry was studying Draco. Draco was tall, taller than him and it was easy to spot him from a crowd not only due to his height but also his hair. Draco had blonde hair, it was short but no one could possible missed that even in crowded place. His eyes were cold grey but every time Harry saw him, it changes to warm sparkling silver. He didn't know what that meant though and thought nothing of it.

"Finally here I see," Draco said.

"Sorry I'm late. Had all that paper work to go through," Harry replied as he took the seat across Draco.

"Never mind. I have them as well. Its hard work isn't it?"

"Of course it is. I expect something like this would happen but never thought that it would be so much work."

"Well, you'll be getting more of them I'm sure."

"Can we stop talking about that? I'll deal with them when they come but for now, I'm not interested in talking about them."

"Well, what do you what to talk about then?"

"Let's see. Are you going to the ball tonight?"

"Which ball? I receive invitations for lord knows how many. And if I can help it, I'm not going to any of them."

"Me too. They came this morning and my butler delivered them to me. It's an annoying thing really; those invitations."

"I know. Two years and still you're not getting use to it?"

"I'm getting use to it. But do we really need to have those amounts of balls in one night? Can't they find anything else to do?"

"You can't really blame them you know. There's not much entertainment these days."

"I know. I wish I can leave the country like I used to. It's really getting on my nerves."

"Well, you don't have to go to any of them then. I rarely go to any of them, only like once a week. It's more than enough for me. And if it is not because of my mother, I would never go to any of them."

"Really? What do you mother want from you on attending those balls?"

"For me to find the right lady of course. She's been driving me insane these last couple of days, taunting me day and night to settle down."

"Don't you want to? I mean, to settle down?"

"For your information, no. I have no plan on setting down, not now or ever."

"Really? Why?"

"I just don't want to. How about you? It's been two years since you came back. Haven't found that special lady yet?"

Harry looked at Draco and their eyes met once again. And once again, the people around them seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them. Harry felt his breath hitched when he gazed into those eyes and he found himself lost.

Draco was feeling the same thing, and he prayed hard that Harry would not noticed the longing and love in his eyes. Apparently Harry did as Draco saw changes in those eyes.

He found his heart beating wildly inside and his pulse staring to quicken once more; the usual reaction he got when he looked at Harry.

Harry on the other hand, couldn't believe what he saw. Was that longing in Draco eyes? He couldn't possibly feel that way about him, could he?

"Draco?"

"Yes Harry?"

Harry blushed under Draco gaze. Did he really want to ask what he was going to ask? Did he really want to know the answer?

"Ah… Never mind."

Draco had an idea on what Harry wanted to say, as he was going to ask Harry the same thing. But it was neither the place nor time as there were too many people around. So he did something that he never thought he would do.

"Harry, would you like to come to my house? I think it's better to continue this conversation elsewhere, don't you think so?"

"I… I think you're right. Let's go then."

With that, both men stood up and left together, hoping that the conversation would end the way that they wanted it to.