I had such a good response for this fic when I posted the first chapter, what happened on the second! I was a bit upset, but I understand if its going shit!

Whatever the weather, I am really enjoying writing this little fic and I am here to tell you only two or so chapters lay after this one so enjoy it and review it while you can!

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The negative energy coursing through Harry made no implications on the cups and pots, instead the inanimate objects took liking too Draco and fed off of him, leaving Harry in his overly dismal state.

The brunette ate, but the strokes of his fork into his eggs were slow, deceiving and he wasn't eating a lot. The only plus to Harry's minus was that Draco was making the effort to relive him of his bad mood, and not encouraging him further into depression.

Draco pulled the unmoving plate from under Harry, whilst keeping a watchful eye on the man. Harry made no protest that his plate was being taken even though the dish was still half full.

Harry rested his elbows on the table and kept his gaze down, whilst Draco scraped the dishes and placed them into the eager sink. Bubbles over took the dirty crockery, and no longer could Draco focus on them, instead he had to turn and talk to Harry, to help fix this problem.

The blonde looked about the kitchen, his eyes glazing over as he looked for a non existent excuse to leave. He was dressed, he was clean and he certainly wasn't tired, so there went that title to leave.

"Harry?" Draco started, "You want to go out?"

Harry's head snapped up, "What?"

"Do you want to come out with me? I was thinking of visiting muggle London…"

Harry smiled softly, "Yeah, sure…"

Draco sunk into that smile, his own features curving into happiness as he looked upon Harry. He walked over to the table and placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, looking into the eyes of his ex-rival intently.

"Cheer up." Draco slid his hand down Harry's arm and into Harry's own hand, pulling him up from the table.

Harry complied, letting himself be led up the stairs and towards the master bedroom. Draco pushed the door open, his stomach flipping at the thought of what they could be up too in this 'position', and even though he himself had other things in mind to do to Harry, he couldn't help but think of the way this looked.

Draco motioned for Harry to sit on the bed, an act that the brunette did without hesitation, their contact being broken immediately and not thought of thereafter.

Draco then walked to Harry's closet, pulled out a simple outfit of black and white, and left for the man to get dressed.

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The gripping wind paused itself around both Harry and Draco in somewhat of a protests to their ever-warming clothing. Both felt no cold, instead walked through the chill in happiness, each of their gloved hands wrapped around a muggle coffee cup. They each had a few bags of clothing, just little bits they felt they needed.

"I love London in winter!" Draco exclaimed as the rounded the corner into Covent Gardens main square. "There is something about the grey, dismal atmosphere that sends shivers through me!"

Draco spun around, to which Harry giggled. "I know what you mean."

Draco stopped in his tracks and looked at Harry. The look was something akin to love, but went unrecognised as that and passed as curiosity.

"What?" Harry asked, paling under the gaze.

Draco smiled, "You look good in the cold."

Harry snorted, "I look good?"

"Yeah," Draco kept his soppy smile, "You look good."

"Thanks."

They walked a little more, until London became slightly boring. It was then, when they reached the last end of Covent Garden that Draco beamed a great secretive smile. "Have you ever had crepes?"

"What? Crepes?"

"Yes, they are like pancakes."

Harry licked his lips, "No, do you want to get me some?"

Draco nodded, walked his way knowingly to the crepe store and bought two filled with chocolate spread. Both men ate appreciatively, the sauce melting by the head of the crepe.

Harry, unknown to himself, had a little sauce running down his chin and lip. When Draco caught notice of this, he giggled.

"What?"

"You have chocolate on your face!" Draco pointed the spot of dark, thick liquid on the lips of Harry, and couldn't help his hand following its path towards Harry's mouth slowly.

London in Winter, to all those that have never experienced it, has a rather slowed down time effect; as if everything you do is filled with double second fever. Maybe it's the cold, maybe it's the people and the warmth radiating from every body around. But whatever it is, its amazing and powerful, not understandable mind but then again the action Draco was partaking in wasn't understood.

His hand skimmed Harry's skin lightly, before he put pressure on the spot and wiped the skin almost clean of sauce. It was the following action that surprised both boys out of their stare, their calm and their norm; Draco lifted his hand to his mouth and licked the remains off of his own skin.

"Sweet…" Draco whispered, his soul shaken infinitely. He knew that at that point there was no turning back; he had feelings for Harry and his body had acted upon them with his knowing and he hadn't stopped it.

"Thanks…" Harry mumbled sheepishly, before licking the rest off him.

Draco wrapped an arm around Harry's waist and said nothing more about it, instead both boys continued their walk through London, with Draco relishing in his 'confession' of his feelings, and Harry feeling as if this friend he had truly cared.