Part 2: Reasons & Explanations

"Hello, Harry." Draco replied, sitting next to him.

"You sent me that note?"

"I did."

"Why?"

"I wanted to see you." Harry was more confused than ever.

"After 10 years, you decided you just wanted to see me? You save my life and you decided you just wanted to see me? I don't get it."

"Can we go someplace more private to talk?"

"What makes you think I want to talk to you?" Harry frowned.

"Please, Harry?"

Harry opened his mouth to say something then paused. Draco had just said "Please". Harry could never remember a time where Draco said please for anything.

"All right." he finally nodded. Draco seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, which for him was odd. But Harry began to feel nervous for some reason. He followed Draco into the alley behind the club.

"Follow me." And he Apparated. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on Draco and Apparated. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in Draco's flat.

"Would you like a drink?" Draco asked from the kitchen. Harry walked around, exploring.

"Whatever you're having is fine." he replied. The living room was Draco personified. Black leather chair, white couch, tiger skin rug in front of a massive fireplace. There was only one photo in a silver frame over the mantle of the fireplace. Upon closer inspection, Harry was shocked to see it was a picture of Harry, taken during his very last Quidditch match for Hogwarts. His picture self hopped on his broom and flew off into the distance. Wondering why Draco had his picture, he turned to ask him only to discover he was standing right behind him.

"Whoa!" Draco jumped back before Harry knocked the drinks out of his hand.

"Oh Merlin! Sorry about that!" Harry exclaimed. Why was being alone with Draco making him so nervous and clumsy all of a sudden?

"It's all right. I should have warned you." He handed Harry a glass of white wine and then sat down on the couch. Harry sat on the other end as far from Draco as he could. There was an uncomfortable silence as they sipped their wine.

"What do you want from me, Malfoy?" Harry finally asked.

"For you to stop calling me 'Malfoy' for a start. I do have a first name."

"Old habits die hard, you know."

"Right." Harry pinched the bridge of his nose.

"What do you want, Draco. You practically drag me from my home to get me alone and now you're making small talk. What gives?" Draco put down his glass and took a deep breath. He looked as nervous as Harry felt.

"Do you remember the last thing I said to you?"

"Yes I do." Harry replied, putting his glass down as well. "To this day I don't understand why you said it. And then you just left. Disappeared for 10 years. No one knew what happened to you."

"I killed my own parents, Harry, if you remember. That's not something I wanted to hang around and answer questions about."

"You did eventually answer questions didn't you?"

"I did. Then I just had to get away from everything and everybody. Figure out what I wanted with my life."

"Where did you go?"

"I went to America. California to be exact. Worked. Yes, Harry, I actually had a job while I was there." Draco sighed when Harry smirked at him. "I worked in clubs mostly, learning the ropes so to speak. That's where I got the inspiration to open a club."

"It looks like a success."

"Thanks."

"What does this have to do with me?"

"This isn't easy for me, Harry." Draco said, getting to his feet.

"I wish you would spit it out already. It's getting late and I have to work in the morning." Harry sighed. Draco, uncharacteristically, ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up royally. The old Draco always made sure not a hair was out of place. Harry didn't know what to make of this. But he did look sexy with his hair messed up. Now where the bloody hell did that thought come from? he thought to himself.

Draco knew this was going badly. Ever since he had discovered Harry was living in Surrey, he'd really wanted to see him and didn't know how he was going to go about it. It seemed like a good idea at the time and he had the whole thing rehearsed in his head. But now that Harry was here, he was nervous. He sat down on the couch, as close to Harry as he dared. To his credit, Harry didn't move. Draco took a sip of wine to calm his nerves. Then he tried again.

"Harry, what was the last thing I said to you?" he repeated. Harry sighed.

"You said you killed your parents for me. I never got a reason why."

"What did I say specifically?"

"You said it was always about me. What did that mean?"

"What do you think it meant?" Draco countered.

"I don't know Draco. I'm not a mind reader."

"This is hard for me, Harry." Draco got to his feet again and started to pace.

"What do you expect me to do? It's been 10 years Draco."

"Don't you think I know that?" Draco scowled. Harry got to his feet.

"I really wish you would tell me what the fuck you want so I can leave."

"Harry..."

"You know what? Forget it. I'm going home." Harry headed for the door.

"Harry...I love you." came a nearly quiet voice behind him. Harry stopped dead in his tracks, his heart pounding so hard he thought it would burst from his chest.

"What did you just say?" Harry asked, without turning around.

"I said...I love you. I always have."

"Since when?" He turned to look at Draco.

"Since 4th year. I was going to tell you that morning and to hell with what everyone else thought of me, but then that whole thing with the Tournament came up. I nearly panicked when you were captured by Voldemort."

"Why are you telling me now? Are you deliberately trying to fuck up my life?"

"No, Harry." Draco replied, moving to face him. "I just wanted to tell you my reasons for doing what I did. I didn't want to see you die. It would have killed me inside. You changed my life in more ways then you can imagine."

"I didn't ask you to kill your parents for me, Draco."

"But they would have killed you!"

"You should have stayed out of it! They could have just as easily killed you too!" Harry shouted.

"Don't you think I thought of that? To this day, I'm still haunted by what I did!"

"You still haven't told me why?"

"You want to know why?"

"Yes!" Harry exclaimed, exasperated.

"Fine! I did it because I knew that if you died, I would never get the chance to tell you how I felt about you. Never get a chance to hold you, make love to you - yes I wanted your body, I freely admit that. I wanted to be with you forever. I know there's is no chance in hell of that ever happening now but I wanted you to know what I was thinking, feeling that day. I'm sorry if this fucks up your well-organized life." Draco stalked back toward the fireplace, angry. He should have known. The great Harry Potter has snubbed him again. "Just go, Harry. I'm sorry I bothered you with my mere existence." There was silence, the only sound being the wood popping in the fireplace. Draco felt a hand on his shoulder and found himself turned around. He stared into Harry's green eyes and his breath caught in his throat.

"You stupid git." Harry growled. Draco opened his mouth ready to reply but found his lips crushed against Harry's, Harry's tongue deep in his mouth.