"Come on." Harry muttered grabbing Draco's wrist and dragging him up to the door leading to his flat. The door man pushed it open for them and Harry dragged Draco through onto the lift.
"If you wanted to take me home with you you should've asked. I thought you were going to tell me about your wife."
"If you think I'm going to tell you where anyone can here me you're insane." Harry walked off the lift as the doors opened putting his key into the door of his flat, "I must be insane. I'm actually going to tell Malfoy of all people." Harry muttered to himself. Draco grinned and leaned into Harry whispering in his ear.
"I can hear you." Harry jumped banging into the door, "Jumpy?" Harry pushed his door open and leaving it open for Draco to follow. Harry walked into the kitchen dropping his keys on the counter and pulled out a bottle of firewisky. He looked at the bottle and nodded towards Draco.
"Don't you think it's a bit early for that?" Draco asked looking at the clock to see it was a quarter after eleven.
"No, not particularly." Harry pulled out two glasses pouring a considerable amount into one before looking up at Draco ready to pour into the other.
"Well then, how can I resist?" Harry poured some into Draco's glass handing it o the blonde. He grabbed his and the bottle wondering into the living room. "So, what happened to the Misses?" Harry choked on his drink and glared t the chuckling blonde.
"Do I look at all like I have had enough to drink to you?"
"I didn't realize that was a requirement." Draco commented sipping at his whisky opposed to Harry's gulps.
"Well now you do,"
"Hmmm, but what to do while you get there?"
"why were you in that bookstore? It seemed like a gays place."
"Patrick has had a lover for years. Trevor is a notorious flirt, but he's been dating the same guy for over a year."
"So it is a gay place?" Harry asked draining his glass and filling it again.
"For the most part as you would know if you paid attention. I told you outside of the store before you apperated us away." Draco informed Harry in response to his blank look.
"But Patrick said you acted jealous after Hermione and I got married."
"Did he now?" Draco asked calmly.
"I think I'm confused." Harry mumbled.
"I honestly doubt your intake of firewiskey could be helping the matter."
"What?" Harry asked stupidly filling his fourth glass.
"Exactly." Harry looked at Draco blankly.
"Have you been with anyone lately?" he asked.
"Now Potter is that really any of your business?"
"Probably not, have you?" Draco raised his eyebrow at the quickly becoming drunk man in front of him, and finished off his glass. "Want more?" Harry inquired dumping some more of the liquid into Draco's glass without waiting for the answer. "Doesn't really matter if you haven't been with anyone I guess, probably better that way. People only screw each other over." Harry muttered looking into his glass. "She bloody well should've told me sooner. She waits till we're on our way to the reception to tell me she's in love with Ron. She should've said no when I asked her to marry me then!" Harry burst out angrily. "And then she keeps bothering me about how she still cares and all this shit. 'I love you Harry, but hang on so I can shag your best friend first.'" Harry took a drink, "ex-best friend." Draco sat in silence as Harry drained his glass not moving to refill it. "And now I'm sitting I my home telling Draco fucking Malfoy. Merlin I'm pathetic."
Harry got up swaying and took his glass into the kitchen. Draco followed a few minutes later when Harry didn't come back out. Harry was hanging over the sink crying. "And I can't even hate them. Stupid fuckers." He viciously wiped his face and turned off the water. "I'm taking a nap." Harry declared and staggered out of the kitchen and down the hall.
Draco went back into Harry's living room and sat. He heard cursing and a door slam shut. Draco grinned and took in the flat. After a while he left, not having been sat to stay by the flats owner. He walked out of the building and down the street. Harry Potter. He defiantly gave people things to think about. Draco hid in an alley and apperated away. At least he know him and the muggleborn weren't doing well.
It had been several days since Harry had talked to Malfoy. He didn't understand why, but he wanted to go back and see the other man again, especially after finding nothing f what he told to Draco floating around in the newspapers.
Harry was doing a lot better about dealing with his Hermione issues. HE didn't get outrageously upset when she was mentioned any longer. Harry had even seen Ron while he was out and was able to talk for a moment with the redhead without killing him. Once Hermione was brought up however he left Ron, mumbling about things he had yet to do.
Once again he found himself outside the bookstore that Draco frequented. It was early morning, over and hour earlier then he'd showed up the last time. He was standing on the sidewalk across the street from the building afraid of being noticed by the men he was sure were inside. He had yet to convince himself to go inside
"He still standing there?" Draco asked Patrick.
"No, he seems to have left, nope he's just pacing now. He slows and looks over when he is in front of my store. I don't' know what his problem is, it's a nice place if I do say so myself." Draco chuckled.
"I don't believe you are the he's not coming in." Patrick turned to Draco.
"Who then? You two left kind of together last time. At least you guys did end up talking you said."
"Yeah," Draco agreed, "And that's probably what has him the most confused."
"…and if I do go in there he'll probably be an arse, like always. He left didn't' he? He probably doesn't care at all. Just happy Hermione isn't happily married, just like Ron." Harry informed himself pacing back and froth in front of the bookstore. Harry stopped right in front of it and looked in on the store intently. "Plus, it's a gay pace. I am not gay so I shouldn't go in there." Harry tried. The fat that the bookstore was a place for homosexuals really did freak Harry out. But if you want to talk to Draco again that is the only place you know of which to fine him. Harry reminded himself. "But why do I even want to talk to him?" Harry asked himself confused. "I never liked my. Why all of the sudden do I feel as if I can trust him?" frustrated Harry sat on the sidewalk continuing his self argument.
"He's sat. Who know how long it'll be now." Draco checked the clock.
"He's been out there for half an hour; you'd think he'd get to it."
"You'd think"
"He'd better hurry, I have work relatively soon." Patrick turned and looked at Draco closely.
"And that hunk out there isn't worth missing for?"
"He might be, but only if he gets off his arse and does something." Patrick looked back out the window and instantly burst out laughing.
"I think Andrew is trying to get Harry Potter for himself"
"What?" Draco asked springing off the couch and looking out the window. Harry looked terrified as the skinny boy sat next to him jabbering while checking him out most obviously. "Stupid kid." C commented as Harry shifted away and Andrew followed him.
"He's freaking him out." Patrick stated.
"Well of course, Potter is still under the impression he isn't gay." Draco grinned sitting back in the couch to wait.
Harry was sitting staring at the door and a kid he couldn't have been any more then seventeen, walked towards the bookstore looking around obliviously. He glanced at Harry and soon Harry found himself under close scrutiny as the boy crossed the street and sat down next to him.
"Hi, I'm Andrew. I'm nineteen. Thought I'd get that out of the way, everyone always thinks I'm younger. Who are you?" Andrew waited a beat looking Harry over. "Not a big talker? No worries I like the strong silent type." He said scooting closer to the brunette. "You got a boyfriend?" Harry's mindset changed from confused and nervous to wondering if the boy was insane. "No, wonderful, I'm single too."
"Oh, well I have to meet someone. Bye." Harry said standing and rushing across the street into the bookstore.
"You took longer then I was expecting." Draco informed him.
"Hi." Patrick called. Harry looked behind him and saw the boy crossing the street in his wake.
"Oh know, he's following me." Harry groaned.
"Didn't you like meeting with Andrew?" Draco asked grinning. Harry glared back at him.
"Sit." Draco ordered. "Do you want me to help you?"
"And what would that entail?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"Yes or no Potter. You have a few seconds I'd imagine." Harry looked out the window and found Andrew stopped in the middle of the street as a line of cars went by. He looked in the store and same Harry looking and winked at him suggestively. Finally the traffic slowed and he was able to run across the street towards Harry.
"Yes, fine. Help me." Harry whispered turning to Draco. Draco grabbed Harry and pulled him onto the couch. He moved right up next to Harry sliding his hands into Harry's hair, one slipped down into his shirt.
"Don't look so petrified. If you expect him to leave you alone he is going to have to believe you are into me." Draco whispered into Harry's ear. Harry was very hesitant when he put his hands on Draco. Draco let go of Harry and moved his arms around himself moving even closer to Harry. Draco looked up into Harry's eyes, "No don't run away." He whispered. The door swung open and Draco started kissing along Harry's neck till he got to his ear. "Do something." Draco whispered." Sitting there stiff as a board wont make him back off." Draco informed Harry sucking lightly on Harry's earlobe.
"Where'd he go?" Andrew asked Patrick. Harry quickly threaded his fingers through Draco's hair burying his head in Draco's neck, pretending to do as the blonde was doing to him. "Since when does Draco ever go for anyone?" Harry heard Andrew complain. Draco nudged Harry's head up that had been resting on his shoulder and slipped his hand up to tangle in Harry's hair rather then wonder the brunette.
"And here comes the fun. Don't freak." Draco ordered kissing Harry quickly on the lips.
"Man that looks like fun, think he'll let me have a go once Draco's finished?" Harry was truly trying to kiss back, make it seem like he liked Draco. But that fact that it was another guy he was kissing wouldn't leave his mind, so he sat rigged acting with jerky movements.
"Pretend I'm someone else if it's so hard for you." Draco whispered quickly. Harry tried picturing different girls in his mind, nameless faces. As Draco slipped his tongue into Harry's mouth one of Harry's hands slipped down his chest and Harry jerked back slightly. It was rather hard to picture a girl when he felt no breast under his hands.
"How long do you think they'll be?" Draco sighed and crawled practically on top of Harry blocking his lap from view as Draco was certain Harry wasn't getting hard. The thought made Draco grin and he brought down his hand that had been wandering Harry and rubbed it across Harry crotch. Harry's hand that had been playing at the bottom of Draco's shirt gripped Draco roughly and Harry pulled back from the kiss looked at Draco incredulously. Draco grinned and pressed his hand into Harry again elated; Harry was getting 'excited'.
"What are you doing?" Harry hissed.
"Close your eyes and kiss me." Harry scowled but Draco nuzzled his face and Harry stopped him catching his lips. Harry's hand slipped down and rested on Draco's arse. Draco jerked slightly, but Harry could tell he started smiling into the kiss.
"I don't think they'll be finishing soon." Patrick commented, "And I doubt Draco would let you do anything with him."
"Yeah, why did Draco have to finally kiss someone? It could have at least been me." He pouted. Draco slowed his hand so it was just resting on Harry and pulled back.
"I think you're fine now." Draco whispered.
"Yeah, just peachy." Harry agreed glaring at Draco and looking down at his crotch.
"If you'd let go of me I could get off of you." Draco offered. Harry quickly let Draco go and sat next to him on the couch snuggling into Harry's side, forcing the brunette's arm around him. Harry tried to pull it back but Draco wouldn't allow him.
"So why'd you come here anyway?" Draco asked trying to convince Harry's hand it wanted to play with his hair.
"Oh, no reason."
"I'm sure." Draco agreed.
"Malfoy what are you doing?" Harry finally asked.
"I'm affectionate." Draco informed him.
"But everyone who has told me anything about you says they've never seen you with anyone."
"They're exaggerating." Harry sighed but gave in. Andrew was still at the counter pouting and Patrick was pretending to read while staring at them adamantly. Draco was delighted when Harry's fingers started running through his hair. And with the way Harry was squirming Draco knew he was still having problems in his nether regions.
"I could take care of your problem if you want." Draco said.
"Huh?" Draco pointed to Harry's crotch, Harry blushed bright red. "No, that's okay." Draco nodded and rested back on the couch leaning into Harry.
"So why were you here?" Draco asked again this time as a whisper.
"I'm not sure."
"Going to figure it out soon?"
"Merlin I hope so."
A/N: sorry about the wait. But here you go! Review; let me know what you think! And thanks to all of the people who have reviewed already! YOU ROCK!