Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to the amazing JK Rowling, and sadly, not me.

A/N: Thank you to my beta, HPalto87, and thank you to my reviewers! Hearts to all of you!
This is the first chapter I wrote, and I really like it. : )

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7

Draco finally forced himself to get up. He went into the bathroom, changed into silk pajamas and brushed his teeth. The bathroom mirror was unkind to him. I look like crap, he said to himself. He supposed that this how someone who had just lost the love of his life should look, however, and just went back to the bedroom.

To the bed that he and Harry had shared for five years.

He stood in the doorway, looking at the room. He couldn't sleep there alone.

You've done it before, he told himself. It's just a bed. If you're tired, sleep.

But it's our bed.

He had always been able to sleep before because he knew that the emptiness was only temporary. He would cuddle with a pillow and tell himself that Harry would be back soon. This time, however, Harry wasn't coming back. It was over.

It was really over.

Draco couldn't think about that, so he occupied himself by picking up some of the mess that Harry had left.

That arse, leaving me with all this to clean up! Draco thought, but at least it gave him something to do besides obsess over the man he had just lost.

No, he hadn't just lost him. Harry had been lost to him ever since Oliver had suddenly turned up and ruined everything. Ever since that morning last winter. That was, what? Three months after the disaster of a Holloween, or four? Time seemed distorted to Draco. The last year had seemed to simultaneously drag by and fly past.

It had to be February.

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Flahback

Draco woke up and groggily rolled toward the center of the bed. He moved to wrap his arm around his lover, and then realized that Harry wasn't there.

Curious, Draco pushed himself up and stumbled out of the room. As he made his way down the stairs he could smell breakfast cooking in the kitchen.

"…That's what Oliver said anyway. I don't know how Draco will take it, though," Harry's voice floated his way.

"Take what, love?" Draco asked, wandering into the yummy-smelling kitchen. In his sleepy state, it didn't even occur to him to wonder who Harry was talking to.

A surprised squeak came from the direction of the circular glass kitchen table. Draco rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked over.

Hermione had her head buried in her hands, and her ears were flushed bright red. Harry stood in front of the stove, flipping pancakes. At Hermione's frightened squeal Harry turned around and gave his boyfriend a cute little half-smile.

"Good morning, Angel," he said, trying not to laugh.

The full weight of the situation finally hit Draco. He had stumbled out of bed and come to find his lover, not bothering to put pants on.

Hence, he now stood in front of Harry and his best friend completely naked.

He decided to play it off. Hermione was at their house often enough, she should be used to this sort of thing. Draco couldn't count the number of times the annoying girl had flooed in to find Harry and himself in the middle of wild, passionate-

Anyway.

"Morning, Harry, Hermione," he said. He moved closer to his lover and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Woke up, and you weren't there." He wrapped his arms around Harry's waist.

Hermione was peeking through her fingers at them. "Draco, please put some clothes on," she said.

"I'd rather get Harry's clothes off," Draco purred.

Harry laughed and pulled away from him. "Sorry, Angel, can't let the pancakes burn."

"Fuck the pancakes," Draco said, and tugged on the arm Harry wasn't using to cook.

"Um… that would be an… interesting talent…" Harry replied, stifling more laughter.

"You dirty bugger!" Draco exclaimed. "That's not what I meant and you know it!"

"I'm a dirty bugger? I'm not the one wandering around the house naked demanding sex!" Harry retaliated. He was smiling, though, and Draco knew he wasn't angry.

"I'd rather have hot sex with you than pancakes any day," he said.

All this talking about sex, combined with a very naked and needy Draco clinging to him, was quickly sending all of Harry's blood south. Not good. He pushed Draco aside, gently as he could to show he wasn't angry.

"Seriously, Draco, we have guests," Harry said. "I'm sorry, but as much as I love your arse, can you please put some pants on?"

"Guests? Plural?" Draco inquired, looking around.

"Well, Ron will be here soon," Harry said slowly. He knew Draco and Ron still didn't quite get along, much to Harry's dismay.

"Why?" Draco demanded.

"Because I invited him," Harry said. "He's Hermione's husband now. You like her, can't you at least try to respect Ron and her decision to be with him? He respects that you and I are together, even if he's not too fond of you."

This was a speech that Draco was subject to quite often, and he just rolled his eyes and wandered out of the kitchen. "Yeah, whatever."

It was then the floo roared to life, and Ron stumbled into the living room, and right into a very surprised, and very naked, Draco.

"Ron, is that you?" Harry called.

"Bloody hell!" he exclaimed, and dashed toward the voice in the kitchen.

Draco summoned a pair of pants, and stopped to listen to the conversation through the wall. He could use a good laugh, and the Weasel always provided.

"Harry! Why is that git wandering around here without… I mean…" Ron stammered.

"Sorry, Ron," Harry said. "But, you know, this is our house…" he trailed off, and Draco guessed that Ron was giving him one of those unsophisticated dropped-jaw sort of looks.

"Hermione!" Ron exclaimed suddenly. "How much did you see?"

"Well, I wasn't expecting him to just… so…" Hermione seemed to be at a loss for words, which was rare for her.

"That git!" Ron yelled toward the doorway. "Corrupting my wife like that! Look at that, she's devastated!"

He was pretty sure this wasn't the case, as Hermione had confided in himself and Harry repeatedly with her opinion on gay sex. She thought the idea of Harry and Draco together was rather hot, and had offered to be of assistance should Harry and Draco ever want to explore exhibitionism…

Ginny Weasely, however, had always been more blunt about it. She had tried many times to get Harry and Draco to let her watch. Harry had always declined, as the whole situation seemed a bit awkward to him.

Draco laughed. Oh, yes, the Weasel always provided.

Draco reappeared in the kitchen, now clad in Harry's pajama pants.

"You think seeing my bits is devastating to poor Hermione? Having to see your naked body every night would devastate the hell out of me!" He said.

He left before Ron could comment, quickly climbing the stairs.

"None of us needs to see your bits!" Ron called as he made his escape.

The last of the conversation Draco heard before going into the bedroom was Harry's opinion on the whole ordeal. "Actually, I rather like his bits."

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When Draco re-entered the kitchen, this time showered and fully-dressed, Harry and his friends were talking quietly over pancakes. When Hermione noticed Draco, however, she quickly changed the subject, and began speaking louder.

"That's right, now that the whole strike ordeal has been sorted out Ron can finally take some time off!" She exclaimed.

Merlin, could she be any more obvious? Draco thought.

Apparently, it was not obvious enough. Ron scratched the back of his neck and said, "Well, yeah, but I thought we were talking about- oof!"

He was cut off by Hermione's elbow jabbing him in the side.

"What were you talking about?" Draco asked.

"Nothing, love. Have some pancakes," Harry replied, gesturing to an untouched plate of food next to him.

Hermione glared at her husband. Draco sat down and looked around at the trio suspiciously. He hated when the three of them did stuff like this. Secret conversations, inside jokes, words designed to keep Draco out of their little club.

"I'll find out, you know," Draco threatened as he poured syrup on the pancakes.

"Find out what?" Hermione asked innocently.

Draco glared at her and shoved food in his mouth so he wouldn't have to reply to the blatant avoidance. Another thought suddenly occurred to him.

"Where's your baby?" he asked the couple.

"In Molly's loving, slightly over-protective care," Hermione said with a smile.

Ron half-laughed, half-snorted, as he had just taken another bite of his food. He swallowed and said, "That's an understatement. Mum is going to spoil her. We should really find different baby-sitters." He looked hopefully at Harry.

"I'd love to-" Harry started, but a well-placed glare from Draco stopped him.

"Do not bring young children into this house. I've put too much time and money into it to have children's toys and baby-food and puke all over the place," he sneered.

Harry looked away from him. Hermione gave him a worried look.

"Don't worry, Draco," Harry said softly.