A/N: I want thank my beta readers Jamie, Jade and Lildove, because they are my pillar. Without them, I wouldn't even be writing. I also want to thank all of the reviewers! You also keep me going! SexySiriusBlack, don't give up on your story! Oh, and one more thing. I noticed that some people are cheering up for Bill instead of Harry. How many of you would rather have Bill with Draco? I'm just curious. This won't influence in the story. I already wrote 17 chapters of it, and I sort of have the story planned out in my mind. By the way, for those asking about their past and how Harry became so bitter, erm, don't worry. The story has a long way to go. I'm planning on writing at least 40 chapters! So just sit back, relax and enjoy the ride!

Chap. 10 – Pizza Express

"Honey, I'm home!" Draco exclaimed as he made his way into Harry's house.

Mrs. Black shrieked from her painting about proper manners, but her voice soon died away when Draco appeared in front of her. They silently challenged one another, until she looked away first. Then he turned to the partially illuminated living room. A sense of deja vu fell over him. He hoped Harry was alone tonight. He didn't want to go through the same experience as the night before. He didn't want to find Harry with another woman again.

He tiptoed towards the living room, until he realised how pathetic he looked. Then he trotted over there, slamming the door open with fury, prepared to witness the horrible scene of another woman coiling around Harry.

But there wasn't a woman anywhere. There was only Harry, who quietly sat on the floor with his back against the couch and a bottle of vodka in front of him. He was poorly, but properly dressed in worn-out jeans, a white shirt and an old dark blue jacket. Harry's green eyes deviated from the bottle to Draco with a frown.

"I know I told you that you could live here for a month, but I'm still the owner of the house, so could you please be more polite and not trot in like you just did?" Harry asked with phoney coolness.

Draco flushed slightly but he kept his head high. "I'll keep that in mind."

Harry nodded and his eyes went back to the bottle near his foot. It was Draco's turn to frown. "What are you doing, Potter? How much did you drink already?"

"Not that this is any of your business, but I haven't drank anything so far."

"Then why the bottle? Planning to found an organization of bottle admirers?"

"No. I'm just trying to prove to myself that I'm not an alcoholic like everyone else thinks. I can control my needs. I'm not addicted to it."

Draco smiled softly and walked to Harry's side, sitting next to him. He noticed Harry's tension and wondered if it was because of him. "You do sound like an alcoholic."

Harry sneered. "And how would you know?"

Draco shrugged. "I don't know. I'm a social drinker."

"That's what everyone says."

Draco chuckled softly and he caught a glance of Harry's stunned expression.

"What?" Draco asked curiously.

Harry shook his head and answered hastily, "Nothing." What Draco didn't know was that Harry was amazed by the sound of his laugh. But Harry would never tell him something like that.

They stayed quiet for a while, each lost in their own thoughts. Draco stared at the burning fire and his face suddenly relaxed with the realization that Harry hadn't brought any strange women home that night. And as a bonus, Harry was trying hard not to drink. He knew it wasn't because of him alone, but Draco was happy nonetheless.

"Did you eat?" Draco asked.

"No. Why? Are you going to cook something for me? I thought you said you weren't my maid," Harry pointed out.

"I'm not going to cook, Potter. Not tonight. I'll order something from Disk-Enchanted Pizza Express."

Harry looked at him as if he had gone mad. "Is there really such a place?"

"Yes!" Draco took out his cell phone under Harry's astonished scrutiny and pressed a few buttons before talking animatedly with a wizard named Roxanno, who seemed very familiar with Draco. "Potter… Potter!"

Harry made an effort to quiet some strange emotion that was bugging his heart and answered, "Yes?"

"What kind of pizza do you like?"

Harry told Draco his topping preferences and Draco was stunned to realise that they had the same taste. While Draco kept talking on the phone with Roxanno, he didn't notice Harry's glares of jealousy.

Harry was having a hard time trying to understand his feelings and hide them at the same time. When Draco hung up the little phone, Harry's mask of indifference was back in place.

"Things have certainly changed," said Harry. "I didn't know wizards were using telephones."

"It's faster this way. Don't tell me, Potter…" Draco made a face. "Were you ordering food the muggle way?" Harry blushed and Draco laughed. "I can't believe it! How pathetic!"

The door knocked before Harry could give Draco a proper reply. He was surprised to see a young wizard wearing a red and purple cap and a yellow robe with the saying 'if you find anyone faster than me, I'll be fired'. He handed two large pizza boxes to Harry and said, "It's thirty-five sickles, please."

"Thirty-five? It was twenty last week!" Draco complained.

The young wizard shrugged. "Don't blame me; blame the new Ministry for all those new taxes."

Draco groaned, taking out thirty sickles from his pocket. "I certainly will. That bloody bastard we call Minister is nothing but a bureaucrat! Potter, give the kid five sickles."

Draco didn't like the way Harry was looking at him. The green eyes looked angry. "I have one galleon in my pocket, Malfoy. You get it. Can't you see my hands are full?"

Draco gulped. Was Harry trying to drive him insane? Did he really want Draco to put his hands inside his trouser pocket? His heart pounded like crazy in his chest.

"Which one?" Draco asked, trying to sound composed.

"The left."

Draco stood behind Harry to make his job easier, but that position turned out to be quite discomforting for a certain part of his lower body. His chest touched Harry's back slightly and his cheek was so close to Harry's that he could kiss it with just a simple turn. His breath accelerated and he could hear his heartbeat thumping in his ears. He touched Harry's waistband, then his fingers slowly entered Harry's left pocket. But they didn't go too far. The moment Draco's fingers brushed Harry's pocket, Harry reacted violently by pulling away from Draco and almost dropping the pizzas. The one who saved them was the young delivery boy, who made the pizzas float with a flick of his wand.

Harry stared at Draco murderously. The boy was staring at them both with amusement. Draco was utterly confused.

"What the hell did you think you were doing?" Harry asked aggressively.

"I was trying to get the galleon from your pocket!" Draco exclaimed defensively. "You were the one who told me to take it!"

"Yes, but in my jacket pocket!"

"And how the hell should I know? I keep my money in my trousers. How do I know you keep yours in your damn jacket? You should be more specific!"

"You should have known! I would never ask you to put your hand inside my trousers pocket! Jesus!"

"Why not? Scared, Potter?" Draco said with a snigger.

"Not even in your dreams, Malfoy," Harry replied with a sneer.

Harry's fierce look was burning Draco from the inside out. Draco just wanted to shove him against the wall and pound him senselessly.

"Erm… Sirs?" the young boy called hesitantly. "I have to go or I'll be fired."

Draco and Harry looked at him with surprise, as if they had just then noticed the boy standing at the doorway. Harry flushed. He shoved his hand inside his jacket pocket and gave the boy a galleon, telling him to keep the change. The boy seemed very relieved to leave. Harry slammed the door and turned to Draco with accusing eyes.

"You touch me again and you're dead!" he threatened.

Draco scowled. "Like I would want to touch a bony creature like you! Don't worry, Potter. I wouldn't lay my hands on you even if you were the last person on earth!"

"Well… Good!"

"Great!" Draco took off the spell off the pizzas and took them to the kitchen without saying another word.

He was fuming. He wanted to kick Harry's ass, knock him to the ground and then kiss him fiercely. He frowned and opened the pizza box. He didn't want to kiss Harry. His lips probably tasted bad anyway. He had such a dirty mouth. He was always swearing and being impolite. Draco wouldn't touch him ever again. He would make that his new mantra: thou shalt not touch Potter. He bit into a slice of pizza angrily. Harry joined him a few seconds later.

They ate in silence, avoiding each other's eyes. Draco couldn't believe how stupid he was for fantasising about Harry knowing that Harry would never be interested in him.

Harry was sulking over the pizza incident and the fact that he had to endure Draco's presence in his house on account of his own stupidity. After all, he was the one who had asked Draco to stay. He felt his cheeks getting hot as he thought about Draco's chest touching his back, the soft breath caressing his cheeks and those long fingers penetrating his trouser pocket. He almost choked. 'Get a grip, Harry! What do you think you're doing? Think about Cindy and Mindy, those delicious twins Seamus set you up with for the weekend.'

But it wasn't Cindy and Mindy who invaded Harry's mind when he went to bed.

TBC…