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Things to Note: I used to write as parseltonguediarist, andI was deleted. So anything I deem to smutty for FF will be put in an email to anyone who requests it. Sorry! Enjoy, and review! Love you all.

It didn't take Harry long to choose plain black fabric for his day robes and a stunning thick green silk for his dress robes. He paid the assistant what he saw as a ridiculous amount of money and set off. Looking in his wallet, he decided a quick trip to Gringotts was going to be necessary. He ran into Ron and Hermione on the way, but didn't stop to chat for long, he had a date, no, not date, meeting to get to. He managed to neatly avoid their probing questions about the exact nature or subject of this 'urgent meeting'.

After the horror of Gringotts evil cart system, Harry decided he needed to go and get a butter beer, perhaps something stronger, to drink while he waited for Draco to turn up. He was unexplainably nervous.

Sitting in the corner, Harry opened one of the books he had picked up earlier and began to flick through the pages. Tom came over and Harry ordered two pints of a muggle beer he had grown rather fond of over the summer.

Harry found it increasingly hard to concentrate on the book he was trying to read – 'Magical curses and their alterations for daily use.' It was one of the tomes which had been written after he had vanquished the Dark Lord with his own personal version of Avada Kedavra.

He suddenly felt eyes boring into him, and lifted his head from the book and felt a jolt as they met the silvery grey orbs of Draco Lucius Malfoy.

"Potter." Malfoy's words were cold but his tone was light.

"Malfoy." Harry was equally as sweetly toned. He couldn't help it, he smiled again.

"Do I have some kind of redeeming quality about me which makes you smile like a loon, Potter?" Harry bit his lip for a moment.

"No," he replied quietly. "Everything to do with anything magical makes me smile right now." He opened his jacket and showed Draco the T-Shirt his friends had given him.

"Nice colour Potter" smirked Draco. "Slytherin suits you." He sat down opposite Harry, "This for me?" he said, pointing at the fuller of the two pint glasses.

"Of course. All courtesy of the two thousand galleons reward from the prophet and the wage the Ministry pay me for doing not a lot in the department of defence."

Now it was Draco's turn to smile.

"My T-Shirt is better than yours Harry" he said, pulling off his navy cashmere jumper. His T-Shirt read "I've been hexed by the boy who vanquished the Dark Lord and all I got was this lousy T-Shirt."

Harry laughed. He simply opened his mouth wide and laughed. Seeing his face, Draco allowed his face to be marred by a smile, then what could almost be termed a grin, until Harry's amusement because too infectious, and he began laughing too. Harry and Draco, well known as lifelong adversaries, were sitting in a pub together, having a pint together, and both laughing fit to burst. Had anyone who knew them heard a retelling of the story, they would have dismissed it as impossible.

It took Harry and Draco a good five minutes to stop laughing. Draco finally looked up, picked up his pint, and took a good long swig. Harry saw him, and did the same.

"What was that?" asked Harry.

"Finally sharing a moment of comedy together rather than hating each other?" replied Draco affably.

"Maybe we waited too long." Harry wondered to himself if he was overplaying his hand, laying too many cards on the table, but he suddenly decided finding out what Draco thought of him was important.

"Maybe you're right." Draco was acquiescing to more than it sounded, and he knew it. What was forming between the pair was a hesitant kind of truce, and neither had a problem with it. Draco knew that trust between friends was one of the most important things you needed.

"Maybe I am." Harry wasn't sure what to say.

"Potter, can I ask you a question?" asked Draco.

"You just did, but sure. Go ahead." Harry leaned back in his chair, this could be interesting.

"On the first day we met, why didn't you tell me who you were?"

Harry felt himself colour once more. He had known that if he became closer to Draco, this would come out eventually. He didn't want the young Malfoy to know how ignorant Harry had spent the first eleven years of his life.

"Don't blush, Harry, spill!"

Harry bit his lip again. "I didn't tell you because I didn't know. And why are you calling me Harry all of a sudden?"

"Good work Potter, answering a question with a question and covering your embarrassment, subtle, but not subtle enough. I am a Malfoy after all," jested the blonde.

"Well? Back to Potter again are we, Draco?" asked Harry.

"Seeing as we've known each other for the past six years, I think we can handle first names, maybe even more!"

Harry blushed the reddest he had in his whole life.

"Well, well, well, Harry. You learn something everyday. I was thinking of nicknames, but your filthy little Gryffindor mind obviously has other things to consider." Draco was back to full on smirking now. He picked up his drink and drained it. "Another?"

"Make it two, save going to the bar again," joked Harry. He couldn't quite believe he had taken what Draco had said in such a literal way.

Harry sat for a moment, trying to figure some things out in his confused mind. He had known he was gay for two years, although he had never told anyone save the two boys he had been with. Both had been insignificant, and more importantly, muggle. It hadn't meant anything to him, but it had sure as hell felt good. What Harry was having issues with was that Malfoy, no, Draco, was making him feel the same way. Was he, then, attracted to him? To this jokey, amusing, laughing, Malfoy? He was. Shit.

Draco returned to the table carrying four pints of beer.

"Two for you and two for me, Harry!" He pushed two across the table, and Harry took hold of one, not realising for a moment that Draco's hand was still holding the glass.

The frisson which went through Harry's hand was almost electrifying. He made to pull his hand away, but felt his finger being very lightly caressed. He looked up, blushing bright red yet again, and met Draco's silvery eyes.

"How obvious do I have to be Harry?" asked the blonde.

"More obvious than that." Harry was teasing now, wanting to see what Draco would do.

Draco raised his hand from the pint glass and ran the very tip of his finger down Harry's scar. He paused for a moment, and then cupped Harry's jaw in his hand.

"What now? You need more obvious!"

Harry could hardly speak with shock. Draco Malfoy was clearly, and in public, coming onto him.

"No. I need to go and meet Ron and Hermione" The smirk on Harry's face was a blatant copy of the trademark Malfoy smirk he had envied so many times in his life.

"See you on the train, Draco." He stood and left the bar; heading for his room, where he knew Ron and Hermione would have left a note detailing what the Weasleys were doing for dinner.

Sure enough, there it was, in Ron's appalling handwriting.

Harry mate!

Dinner tonight in the Leaky Cauldron with my family, hooray! Spoke to the other guys, drinks first? Six for beer, seven thirty for dinner? Make sure you look nice, Ginny'll be there, nudge nudge. Hope the 'meeting' went well mate,

See you later. H sends her love.

Ron

Harry smiled. His friend would never change. Why Ron hadn't figured out Harry was gay was a mystery, but Harry didn't want to be the one to tell him, not yet when he didn't even have a boyfriend anyway. Would have been a waste of time.

Harry heard an insistent pecking at the window, a beautiful eagle owl. Shit, thought Harry, I recognise that owl. Sure enough, when he looked at the folded parchment, it bore the Malfoy seal in green wax, and 'scar face' in silver ink.

He opened it; sure he was going to get shouted at.

Harry. You seem to have me a little confused. I am a Malfoy, and what you do not do to a Malfoy is tease. So a taste of your own medicine. What could I do? Torture you and your buddies at your drinks party? At your 'family' dinner? Maybe now I'm an orphan I could join you. All the time with my hand on your thigh under the table. Prepare to suffer. I'm warning you.

Only joking. Draco x x

Harry decided as tonight was going to go this kind of way, he needed to wear some tighter trousers. Not only to make himself look more attractive, but to make it so that Draco had to work that much harder to get anywhere. Harry turned and surveyed himself in the mirror. Shit, as always, but nothing that couldn't stay the way it was. He was changing for nobody.

Harry quickly changed into a pair of slim fit jeans and his new socks. He decided to leave the T-Shirt on, and slipped the jacket over the top, but removed the badges. He looked again in the mirror. He took off his glasses. After the eye correction charm that Pomfrey had performed at the start of the war, his glasses were for show, and he wanted his eyes to look green and shiny tonight, unobstructed, not behind a layer of glass. To hell with it, thought Harry, and he folded the glasses, carefully placing them on the bedside table.

Harry checked the time, and seeing he was about five minutes late for drinks with his best mates, hurried downstairs.

Change P.O.V

Draco stood in front of the mirror, listening to his breathing. He had sent the note to Harry on a complete whim, and after not receiving a reply, had begun to think he had made a huge mistake. He dressed swiftly, black trousers, black shirt, silver cloak. Draco was one of the only people he had ever known who liked wearing wizarding clothing over muggle clothes. It gave him a sense of being different to everyone else, something he relished. As a last minute thought, Draco tied his favourite necklace around his alabaster throat, a silver and emerald snake on a piece of fraying black cord. It struck him that the green of the snake's eye was exactly the same green as that of Harry's eyes. Draco caught himself just before he sighed. 'For God's sake, Malfoy. Get a grip' screamed his subconscious insanely.

Draco smoothed his platinum blonde hair into place with one hand and opened the door with the other. Time to wreak havoc on Potter, he said to himself, another genuine smile on his face.

Change P.O.V.

"HARRY!" All his friends stood to greet him as he joined their table in the corner of the bar at the Leaky Cauldron.

"How you doing mate? Get everything sorted out? Did you find Malfoy?" Neville was falling over himself to talk to Harry, a sure sign that the boy really and truly had missed his friend over the summer.

"Yes, thank you Longbottom." A cool, calm voice spoke from behind Harry. "Now we've fought a war, and you all know I'm not a Death Eater, how about I buy you all a drink and we get on for a while?" Malfoy was collected on the outside, terrified inside.

"I'm O.K. with it." Said Ron after a pause. "Harry? He's your arch enemy, after all."

"I vanquished my arch enemy. Malfoy was always just an…obstacle." Harry smiled and moved up to let the blonde sit down.

Seamus pulled a pack of exploding snap from his pocket and no more was said of the stranger in their midst. Every so often either Harry or Draco would rise to buy another round of beers, being the richest around the table, although it was only because they were the only two to have been orphaned and thus collected a hefty inheritance at a young age.

Half past seven, time for dinner with the Weasleys, came round surprisingly quickly, and none of the boys around the table wanted to get up. Harry the least, because after having Draco's hand running slowly and tenderly up and down his thigh for an hour, he had what was possibly the biggest hard on he'd ever had in his life. As Harry went to stand, Draco's hand moved to the middle of his crotch and squeezed. Harry gasped.

"Harry mate," enquired Ron, "You alright?"

Harry stayed seated, hunched over a little. "Yeah, sorry. Hit my knee on the table. Bloody hell. I'll be along in a minute. Tell mum I'm coming."

As Draco went to stand and leave, Harry grabbed his wrist. "Don't even fucking think about it Malfoy." He hissed.

Draco stayed seated, and once Harry was sure all the other boys had left the bar, he began to talk. However, Draco had other plans, and Harry didn't get very far.

"What the hell is going on?" said Harry.

"Whatever you want to be going on." Whispered Draco, face dangerously close to Harry's.

"What about this?" asked Harry. He put his hand on Draco's arm. Draco leant his forehead against Harry's.

"One more inch and no going back Harry." Harry wasn't sure if he was hearing Draco or simply feeling the words.

"No going back then." Harry leant forwards half an inch.

Draco completed the gap and touched his lips against Harry's in the tenderest kiss imaginable. Harry slipped an arm around Draco's waist and deepened the kiss. Still looking unwaveringly into Draco's lust darkened silvery grey eyes.

A cough disturbed their moment. Ginny Weasley took one look at Harry and Draco and smiled broadly.

"Mum says Harry you're late, Draco would you like to come for dinner? And you two just won me six galleons."

Dum dum dum! Hope that was O.K. for everyone, PLEASE review, I'm trying to write chapters 2000 words minimum so I need love and attention to get me through! Lots of Love

Lily Potter.