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"Do you want this, Potter?" he said, his voice quiet and slightly breathless. The rational part of Draco wanted to pass this all off as teenage hormones, but there was something about the way Harry looked and the way his skin felt under his fingers that sent shivers down Draco's spine.

"Oh bite me," Harry replied, nearly loosing grip of anything that was remotely rational. It was teenage hormones, it had to be. It was the only way of explaining what was happening, why he was in a chair with Draco standing over him. They weren't drunk, and yet every touch, the slightest contact of skin was like fire. It felt right, and wrong at the same time.

"Gladly," Draco answered, that smirk ever-present.

Draco stared blankly down at the letter before him. He couldn't believe it. Surely this wasn't a good thing for him at all. He could only hope that the other man wouldn't yell like a mad man at him. That was false hope. After what he had said to Harry the other day he'd be lucky if the Auror didn't kill him in an alley. It wasn't shock him. If Harry's temper was the same as it had been in their last two year at Hogwarts then there was no doubt that Draco would be in for hell. He suddenly felt very sorry for himself for ever having opened his mouth the other day. He wanted nothing more than to just change what had been said. But it was too late.

Having tossed aside the letter Draco wondered more and more about what might just be happening. He couldn't even remember exactly why they had even broken up or who gave the final word. Though it was more than likely Harry who had the final word on it, he couldn't be sure. Draco may have been the cause of the break up. Why, why where the two of them such thickheads at times?

"Draco, it's four," Patience called from the hall, her voice whiney, as if she had called him before. "Don't keep Harry waiting."

"Bugger off, you bird." Draco snapped, sticking his head out of the door, glaring at the girl who was standing at the end of the long hall. Before his baby sister could respond he had disappeared with a loud crack that echoed through the halls and down to the foyer where Narcissa Malfoy simply shook her head. Honestly, couldn't he do that out side?

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Now, Harry told himself, was not a good time to get drunk. After all he had things to do, but why was he doing this in the first place? What was he trying to prove? That he still had feelings for the other man? Oh sure, that would make loads of sense. What about his sexuality? That would make more sense actually. He was so confused on that; which would make more sense, that is. Maybe he was still gay. Often times he still found himself looking at other guys backsides, well, more than often. All too much really.

What would Janie think?

Oh, God, Janie!

Janie was only five years old, what would she think? More or less what would she tell her friends? "My daddy fancies boys!" Oh, that was a horrible thought! Harry didn't know what he was going to tell his daughter. He couldn't just send her off to live with Luna's father. He was her father. He was the one responsible for looking after her. This time, Harry knew, he had it worse than Draco Sometimes, with being an Auror a and father. Harry thought that his job as an Auror was far more easier than his job as a father. Get the bad guys, and lock 'em up! As a father raises a child, teaches and gives advice. Explain what's going on in the world, not always the easiest thing, and now was no better.

As Harry stood there, leaning against the wall on the outside of The Three Broomsticks, he waited patiently for the blonde man to arrive. It was already 4:10. Huffily he shifted his weight from one leg to the other, rolling his shoulders as he did so. Why was he still waiting anyway? He could have gone and picked up Janie from Seamus', and then went home so the two of them could have dinner later and call it a night, or possibly watch a movie or two.

And then there was a crack from just a few feet next to him. Harry stiffened a bit.

"You're late. And not fashionably late, either."

"Sod it. If it wasn't for my sister I wouldn't even be here right now.

Harry rolled his eyes. "So glad you can remember things. You always were blonde enough for the both of us."

"And you have always been thick enough for the both of us." Draco replied with a scowl as he crossed his arms over his chest. Did he come here just so they could bicker about the things that the both of them already knew? God, if that was the case, then this was surely a waste of his time. He had much, much better things he could have been doing at that moment. Like sleeping for instance.

Smirking, Harry turned his head to look at the other man. "That could be taken in more ways than one, you know."

Draco, who couldn't help but to gape, gave a soft snort of laughter of the bitter sort. What was that man getting at? Had he really been asked here so that they could bicker on and on about things that they had bickered so many times about in the past - hold on. Draco groaned. Wonderful, less than twenty minutes of talking with Potter and his brain was beginning to melt into a puddle of stupidity. God, what did Potter do that always made him feel so stupid around him? Well, not stupid, more of forgetting what he had been thinking to himself, he was still quite witty around the other man, but that was far from the point.

"Potter."

"Yeah?"

"That was your kid, yeah?"

"Yeah?"

"Oh," Draco paused. "Potter, I'm still seeing my shrink because of you."

"Most certainly not because of me." Harry scoffed, covering up the fact that he wanted to laugh. How could it be because of him that Draco Malfoy was still seeing his shrink? He was twenty five years old, a few months older than he was, and Harry needed the most mental now compared to how he had been when he was sixteen, let alone seventeen. Then he hardly needed to see a shrink, but he saw one anyway. Back that it had been said that Draco needed all help he could get because of his serious family problems, and Harry was accused of having mental problems. Right. Harry was never the one who tore the dormitory apart after getting a letter from his father - partly because he never had one.

Draco shifted uneasily beside Harry, placing his hands into his pockets. He didn't know what was going to happen, and by Merlin, he felt like a first year on his first day at Hogwarts, getting ready to be sorted. What was this all about anyway - and why were they outside of all places? Shouldn't they have been inside where it was much, much warmer? Not that it was cold or anything.

"What are you on about, Draco," Harry said suddenly, breaking the silence between them. "Coming up to me and my daughter, insulting me like you did?" He asked, his tone having gone stern. It was clear that Harry really had taken the role of a father if he could go from laid back to stern all of a sudden. Draco winced. It was different from what they had known in the past, but Draco supposed that things did change over the course of the years.

"You were gay, Potter," Draco replied, crossing his arms over his chest. "And then you went and got married, and Merlin forbid, you had a kid! You and a bloody bird!" Okay - well, that didn't come out right. He winced inwardly. Yes, he had trouble letting go of the past, and it was becoming clear that he was suffering from it as well. "You were gay, Potter."

Harry was silent for a moment as he gathered his thoughts, casting his gaze to the ground. Scuffing his feet on the stone street he couldn't bring himself to look at the other man quite yet, not while he was still thinking. He didn't know what to say. He couldn't say anything could he? He couldn't take Janie back, deny that she was his daughter, he loved the little girl too much. Never had he regretted having her, he had never regretted getting married, even if it was to Luna, he learned to love, and when he did he had become happy. Now she was gone, and Janie was left, he didn't have to learn to love his only daughter. He loved Janie from before she was even born. "That was the past," Harry said softly.

"Potter, the past means something," Draco growled, narrowing his eyes. "You can't just deny that it never happened, you know damn well that it did!"

"We were teenagers, Malfoy! We were young!"

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!"

Harry looked up, his gaze now on Draco. He let out a long breath before he pushed himself away from the wall to where he could stand in front of the other man at his full height. He proved them to be the same height. Nothing new there. "Alright then," he said. "If you're so bent on it, prove to me that it wasn't just the past."