Dislcaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

A/N I was half awake when I wrote this and still managed to make it sound like a normal awake person was writting this... amazing that is. I'm going to hurt the person who decided to make tests so close together so I get to study my arse off during a weekend when I want to write! -grumbles- I think the mood changed a bit because I was tired and not so ready to kill someone o.O

InuLorien Awww thankies -insert mad blush here- I didn't know that I update so much that its more then most, then again I got quite a few stories going on right now, I never leave my chapters off at a good time? I wasn't aware of it o.o

Princesspepper He's so monotonous as you put it cause he doesn't want to be emotional anymore. I'll get into it a bit more later. Hehe yeah I got the idea of covering my windows from my own room, which resembles Harrys haha.

Thankies as well to Anny Pervert Snape, lampshadesrgreat, and AmethystxX for the lovely reviews :)

Draco stared at the bed, it had never been slept in, he could tell that much. It was as if it was waiting for someone to come and sleep in it, and welcoming Harry's first guest with open arms. Either that or the bed was just put in this room for decorations.

Draco had left his luggage at Blaise's house, but he could pick it up and tell Blaise he had found another place to stay. Anyways, Blaise's current boyfriend seemed to not like Draco at all. It was better this way, even if Harry seemed to be a little confused at the knowledge of Draco's sudden existence.

The room, unlike the rest of the apartment, allowed sunlight in, yet it didn't feel safe. The other rooms had been lived in, they smelled of Harry. This room held no smells or emotions. The sun may shine brightly in it, but it had no character.

Draco sighed. He knew he should probably have written to Harry, but he kept moving. He and Blaise had barely kept in contact, and Harry had moved to an unknown address, so Draco had to go on a hunt to find him.

What a shock it had been to find Harry living here and to see Harry the way he was. He didn't look scary, but he looked weird, you could pick him out of a crowd easily. Draco had almost forgotten how Harry could change on a whim, and change Harry had.

He seemed to have taken on a very muggle look, with chains all over his pants and mostly black clothes. Draco didn't mind it, it looked attractive enough but it wasn't the Harry he had known.

This new Harry seemed detached in a way, not the Harry he had known during school. That Harry would have been yelling at Draco for not keeping in touch, would have sulked then forgiven Draco.

This Harry though, well this Harry was odd enough that Draco wouldn't have to worry about any boyfriends at least. A small relief for Draco, he wasn't sure he could take another boy looking at him with jealously and suspicion. Or maybe he couldn't take the fact that it was Harry who had in his own way, always been Draco's from the start.

Draco heard a knock on the door, and Harry popped his shaggy black head into the door. "Settled in yet? I'm heating up some leftover pasta." Harry said, not mentioning the fact Hermione had forced him to take it home last Saturday because Harry never ate when left to his own cooking devices.

"Uh, I need to get some of my bags I left over at Blaise's." Draco replied and Harry nodded.

"Er, who is this Blaise?" Harry asked. The name struck a chord, and the emotion with it wasn't pleasant, it was dislike tinged with another feeling, and he didn't want to feel it. This Draco Malfoy made him feel things he hadn't felt in awhile. Maybe this was a good thing? Harry hoped it wasn't, because he much rather liked his life right now. Or so he kept telling himself.

Draco was thunderstruck. Harry forgot who Blaise was. Blaise the one Draco had dated. Blaise the one Harry had seemed to want to swat down every time he and Draco walked off alone together. Draco found it hard to reply, but he managed. "Blaise is an ex boyfriend of mine."

Harry nodded, seeming to understand. Actually he didn't, he never understood dating. Harry had never dated a guy. There was Cho Chang during fifth year but it had never lasted. Harry didn't care if this guy was dating someone or not, but he asked the question just the same.

"So, you seeing anyone?" Harry asked and Draco shook his blonde head.

"There was a guy a few months ago, but it didn't last. Have you been seeing anyone….?" Draco asked. He didn't want the answer. If it was yes that meant a guy might be coming later on, if it was no that meant Harry really had changed.

Draco didn't know why, it was selfish, but he had always wanted Harry to himself. Sure he knew that if he took Harry they probably would screw up a good friendship, so he had kept saying no to Harry during school. But that was when they were kids.

They were no longer kids anymore. They knew how to handle relationships better; they'd been out and about to date other people. Well Draco for one had at least. "No, I don't date." Harry said, looking uncomfortable.

Draco was relieved, but also upset. Harry had said it as if 'I've never dated and I never want to' and Draco was wondering what made it so Harry was so cold to the idea of dating someone. "The pasta's going to run off if we stay in here talking." Harry said, and moved out of the room. Actually he had had enough of the sunshine for one day; he wanted his blissfully dark apartment.

After they filled their bellies and Draco had run off to get his luggage from whatever the name had been's house, Harry found himself sitting down and flicking through channels on the tele. He personally was getting sick of the shows they now played, but he didn't have anything better to do with his time anymore.

He had taken up his time once with friends; he knew that, with homework, with Quidditch… Well he still played Quidditch whenever he got the chance, but with work he didn't always have time.

Harry heard Draco announce his presence again and quickly got up to open the door. Once he opened it Draco levitated four suitcases into the apartment. Harry had never seen someone with so many darn suitcases.

"Are you insane or do you just like to pack?" Harry asked, and Draco laughed.

"Nope. Been traveling, things pile up as you travel." Draco responded, levitating the suitcases into the guest room. Harry watched the suitcases and wondered if they filled with things about Draco Malfoy, maybe if he looked at things that belonged to Draco, he would remember this man.

"Uh okay…" Harry said when his phone rang. Odd as that was, Harry's phone barely ever rang. Harry never expected people to phone him anyways, so he didn't even know why he had a phone. Harry went over to the phone and picked it up, "Hello? Harry Potter speaking." he said.

Draco put his stuff away before he walked back to the main part of the apartment to see Harry looking rather moody and yelling into the phone. "We went over this three months ago Mathew! I don't want to see you again! Sure we had a few good fucks but that was it, so stop harassing me!" Harry growled out and slammed the phone down.

Mathew and Harry had fucked, true, but it had never been more then that. Mathew got into bad relationships then got dumped, cried, and went looking for the next guy. Harry was a reoccurring target for Mathew's abusive pattern.

Draco quirked an eyebrow and Harry shrugged, feeling the need to explain, even though he really didn't need to. "Mathew, ex fuck buddy. He's obsessed I think and seems to think we'd make a great couple. Probably got dumped again." Harry said, and Draco nodded.

Draco was scared in a way, Harry called it fucking: not sex, not making love. He had once called it that but not now. He made it sound.. dirty, unwanted. He made sex sound as if it was something that happened and was not important anymore.

Harry walked over to the couch and plopped down onto it, chains jangling while he did so. Draco walked over and sat down beside Harry to watch the muggle contraption. He'd never understood why muggles watched the thing, but he guessed it was what Harry did now.

After an hour, Harry suddenly noticed how close he and Draco were sitting together. He hadn't noticed, distracted by the show and who was now sleeping with who and so on. Harry didn't like how close he was to Draco, so he decided to budge a bit.

Harry shifted a little away from Draco, hoping Draco wouldn't notice.. Draco noticed Harry being so tense near Draco and wondered if Harry had just lost the feeling of physical contact altogether. Draco shifted a little bit closer to Harry, determined to make Harry feel comfortable around him.

Harry and Draco kept shifting, not saying a word to be polite, but when Draco finally shifted to close, and Harry had nowhere else to go, Harry decided to make a run for it. "Uh, I think I'm going to go to bed." Harry said, even thought it was only about 9 pm.

Draco sighed as Harry seemed to shoot off of the couch and to the safety of his almost pitch black, cold room. Harry closed his door, saying a rushed good night before jumping into his bed to find comfort in the dark; alone.

Draco watched the door close in despair. Harry had run away from him. He had never done that before, it had always been Draco stopping it, but this time Harry had run. Draco turned back to the TV, looking at the controls for the 'off button.'

Draco found it to be a big black button. He pressed it and the screen shot off in a blast of light. Draco sighed and went to his room, shutting the door quietly. This visit wasn't going as he had planned.

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