Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

A/N The end of it all! I will be working on a story, a Prelude to this one, of Harry and Draco's lives during the school year I so breifly touched on. So thank you for reading all the way to here :)

Harry looked back at the clock above his kitchen sink wondering where the hell Draco was. The smell of fresh lemon soap was in the air of his apartment and it reminded Harry there had been a time when he hadn't cleaned this place for three years.

Harry knew that it was easy to magic cleaning appliances to make them clean for him, but it was Draco and on a small scale of stupidity he'd be proud to let Draco know he'd made this place dust free all on his own.

The small black hand was going closer to the '7' and the larger black hand on his clock was moving slowly to the '0' like it was powered by a tortoise. Harry fidgeted in his newly acquired chair, getting a little annoyed that Draco always had to be on damn time!

The brown, stain free chair actually belonged to Draco. They'd moved it here yesterday along with a bunch of other furniture Draco wanted to take from his bedroom at the manor. Draco had been living there for five months while he found a job and settled back down in Britain.

Of course Draco had insisted on chucking a few of Harry's furniture: like his couch. Harry still maintained if Draco didn't drop by for a chat during times he had a fuck buddy over there'd be no need to get rid of the couch.

"The couch goes."

"Draco, where will we sit, then, without the couch?"

"We can sit on the floor."

"Oh come on, Draco…"

"Harry, I don't care, I don't ever want to look at that couch again."

"Well you know we could add to the couch's experiences of me and my sex escapades."

"It goes."

"Argh, fine, you're fucking impossible."

"Any more furniture you've had sex on that wasn't with me?"

"The chair over there…"

"Incendio."

"Draco! You didn't need to set it on fire…"

Harry's eyes swerved back to the clock and then towards the door. Still no knock, still no Draco. Over the past five months he and Draco hadn't been dating, but every one of their friends knew it was as if they were reserved by the other. Mathew had tried to ignore that once a few months back and found Draco's fist breaking his nose.

That was the last time Mathew ever called Harry; Harry could hardly call it a loss. Over the few months Harry slowly came out of his shell, and it was hard for him to think about how or why it happened.

One day it was something small like showing up at Draco's because he wanted to, and then next he was the one pulling Draco along with him to a Quidditch game. Now it was Harry who'd asked Draco to move in with him.

Draco, of course, had accepted and over the weekend they'd been shoving Draco's stuff into Harry's apartment. Harry knew Hermione was a little wary of him and Draco moving in and trying the relationship; she didn't trust Draco but it was something Harry knew she'd deal with.

Harry looked back up at the clock and growled out at the clock. "Damn thing, can't it go faster?"

Draco walked as quickly as he could towards the apartment, knowing he'd be on time as he always was. The only way to describe this day was that he was giddy, what an odd way to describe a way he felt.

But that's how he felt. He'd felt giddy ever since he and Harry had made arrangements for him to move in and finally be together. There were many things he couldn't wait to do with Harry, but that was to be expected.

Draco opened the door to Harry's apartment using the spare key he'd gotten yesterday. He had a suitcase filled with his clothes and could very well recall the time he'd come here and left here five months before. This time was better then the last.

Harry glared at his black and white clock on the wall. He got up and walked around the living room when the door to his apartment and the hall opened with a key rattling. Harry stopped and looked over to the door, watching Draco walk through the door with a bunch of luggage behind him.

Harry watched as Draco threw his luggage to the floor and turned to face him, his long blonde hair tied and hanging down one of his shoulders. Draco smiled at Harry who grinned.

"About bloody time you got here."

Again I'm sorry about the length ;.; Review please!