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13

Draco woke up and reached an arm out to hold his boyfriend. He was met with an empty bed.

Ugh, Quidditch, he thought.

No, that wasn't right. Harry wasn't with his Quidditch team. Draco's eyes shot open as the events of the previous day flooded back to him.

Harry was gone.

Draco sat up and rubbed his eyes. He wished it had all been a dream. He looked around at the room that was still a mess, at the sunlight that was streaming annoyingly through the window, at the clock on the nightstand.

It was nearly eleven. Draco was late for work.

All Draco wanted to do was go back to sleep and pretend that the previous day had never happened. And while he was at it, he could pretend that the previous three or four months hadn't happened either. Instead, he forced himself out of the bed and got dressed.

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Draco stood in front of Quality Quidditch Supplies. He had been about to walk inside when a thought suddenly struck him: What if Harry was in there?

They couldn't possibly work together. They would just end up fighting again. Draco definitely wasn't ready to see his ex-boyfriend yet. A small part of him was afraid that he would break down and cry if he had to see Harry's face.

The door opened suddenly, shocking Draco out of his thoughts. Ginny stood in the doorway, one hand on her hip, and a rolled-up banner clutched in the other.

"You're late," she said with an irritated frown that reminded Draco a bit too much of her mother.

"Err… sorry," Draco replied.

Ginny gave him an odd look. The only person she had ever heard Draco apologize to was Harry, and even then, it was a rare occurrence.

"Actually, after what happened yesterday, I'm surprised you showed up at all," she sighed. "At least you're more responsible than Harry. Didn't even bother to owl or floo."

She said this last part more to herself than Draco, but it gave him the answer he needed. Harry wasn't around. She brushed past Draco and hung the banner above the shop window. It announced a free care-kit with every broom purchased. The promotion had been Harry's idea.

Harry always had good ideas. He thought he wasn't as good as Draco at business, and while that may have been true when it came to finances, Harry knew how to pull customers in. As long as Draco kept him away from the account books, they were fine.

Honestly, Draco had a feeling that customers often stopped by the shop just to get a glimpse of Harry. The war had ended five years before, but Harry's fame hadn't faded at all. Witches and wizards of all ages were still star-struck when they were in the same room as him. It had always sort of been a burden on the couple, as they often found themselves in the public eye. They just couldn't keep their private affairs, well, private, no matter how hard they tried.

But that was done now. Not for Harry of course, but for Draco. He could finally have the peaceful life he always wanted.

A nice, pleasant, relaxing life.

Without Harry.

Which meant he could stop thinking about the git.

Any time now.

"Merlin, why can't I get him out of my head?" Draco called out loud.

Ginny snorted in irritation and Zach looked confused.

Harry, Ginny mouthed to him.

"I'm not an idiot, I saw that!" Draco yelled at her.

Some of the customers were staring now, but Draco didn't really care.

"Stop yelling," Ginny told him, eyes narrowed. "You're making a scene."

"It's my shop, I can make a scene if I like!" Draco said.

Ginny grabbed his arm and marched him to the back room. "Do inventory or something, just stay off the main floor until you've calmed down. You're going to scare away the customers," she ordered.

"I hate you," Draco said icily to her retreating back.

"I'm sure you do, love," she replied dismissively.

Draco didn't actually hate her, he just hated that she was right.

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Flashback

Harry's practices were held on Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays. He was usually gone early, and back after Draco was asleep. He spent Saturdays helping in the Quidditch store, and Wednesdays and Sundays resting. Draco began taking those two days off to be with his boyfriend.

After only three weeks, it was taking a toll on them both. Harry was exhausted most of the time because of the strenuous work, and Draco was feeling neglected. Harry only cooked once a week now, if Draco was lucky, and most of what little conversation they had centered on Quidditch. Harry was so excited about it all, and Draco just wasn't. In fact, he was growing lonely without Harry around so much. They had done everything together for the past six years. Draco had gotten used to his presence.

What killed him was that Quidditch was a part of Harry's life that Draco couldn't be a part of. Harry had gone out of his way to involve Draco in every aspect of his life, but not this time. He had new friends that Draco didn't know, and new experiences that Draco couldn't relate to. He hated the whole situation.

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It was Wednesday. Harry was laying in the grass next to the little lake, and Draco was in the process of firing the newest maid.

"I don't care if you have a baby to feed, that snake was a priceless Malfoy heirloom!" Said glass snake was now sitting between them on the floor, in pieces.

"I'm so sorry, Sir." The poor girl tried to apologize, but Draco ignored her.

"You're incompetence is unbelievable. You'll get your last check by owl, now get out of my sight!"

It was obvious that the girl was trying not to start sobbing. She turned away from Draco, and ran strait into Harry, who had been drawn into the house by the yelling. He caught her in his arms, whispered an apology, and let her go.

"That was a bit uncalled for, Draco," he said.

"Uncalled for?" he repeated angrily. "Look at it!" He pointed to the glass pieces.

Harry took out his wand. "Reparo," he said, waving it at the broken snake. The snake reformed, but there was a piece missing. Draco scowled at it.

"It's not a big deal," Harry said, picking it up.

Draco snatched it away and tossed it into the trash. Harry sat heavily on the couch. He patted the spot next to him, and Draco grudgingly complied. Harry wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist and snuggled into him. Draco allowed Harry to slide his hands beneath his shirt and kiss his neck. He leaned back, enjoying the touch. He was quickly becoming aroused.

Harry stopped kissing him and snuggled into his shoulder. "Love you, Angel," he said sleepily.

After a few moments, Draco whispered, "Harry?"

"Mmm?" came the reply.

"You're not going to stop there, are you?" he asked.

Harry shrugged and hugged Draco tighter. Draco supposed that was a yes. He sighed and pulled Harry into a comforting hug. He kissed his scar and settled back to let the new seeker rest, even though it left him unsatisfied.

Draco had almost fallen asleep when Harry said, "Are you okay?"

Draco didn't know how to answer this truthfully, so he settled for a lie. "Yes," he said. "I'm always okay when I'm with you."

Harry seemed satisfied with this answer, and began kissing Draco's neck again.

"You don't have to do that," Draco said.

"But you're so yummy," Harry replied.

"Aren't you sleepy?" Draco asked.

"Not as much as I thought I was," Harry replied. This didn't make much sense to Draco, but he decided not to question it.

Draco gave in to the sensation. Harry began tugging at Draco's pants, and soon the two boys were naked, their clothing quickly discarded and in a messy pile on the floor.

Harry, who was back on top of Draco, ran his hands along the smooth, pale chest.

"You should lay in the sun with me sometime," he said.

"I just burn," Draco replied, and pulled the brunette into a deep kiss.

Harry responded by eagerly pressing his tongue into Draco's mouth and running his hands along his stomach. Draco's skin tingled at the touch, and he arched up into Harry needily.

Harry moved his kisses down Draco's jaw, and neck, then moved to suck on a pink nipple. Draco let one of his hands tangle in Harry's hopeless mop of hair, enjoying the sweet, wet warmth Harry's tongue left on his body. Harry moved down the blonde's chest and abdomen, and finally took one of his balls in his mouth. He gently rolled the sensitive flesh along his tongue.

Draco's eyes fluttered shut, and he moaned in pleasure. Harry let go and kissed his way up Draco's erection. He licked at the head, then took the whole thing in his mouth. Harry proceeded to pleasure his boyfriend, licking and sucking in all the right places. Draco's moans of pleasure were growing louder and more demanding, and Harry could tell his boyfriend was close.

He pulled away suddenly, and moved up to kiss the blonde passionately. He grabbed his wand and cast the lube spell, spreading the liquid on himself and inside of Draco. He pushed Draco's knees back and slowly pushed into his boyfriend.

Draco let out a hiss as his muscles stretched to accommodate Harry. The two lovers paused for a moment, then Draco bucked his hips to let Harry know he was ready.

Harry took him hard and fast, as it quickly became apparent that neither of them would last very long. They came almost simultaneously, with moans of pleasure and gasps of completion.

As they lay contentedly together afterwards, Draco lamented that they couldn't have sex like that as much as they used to. Ever since Harry had begun Quidditch practice, their sex-life had been cut nearly in half. Granted, they still had more sex than the average couple, but it still felt like a loss to Draco. He understood that the sport was taking its toll on Harry physically, as he hadn't played in almost six years. He felt a bit selfish about it, but he couldn't stop the thoughts from invading his mind.

Draco heard a soft snore, and realized that Harry had fallen asleep. He kissed his boyfriend lightly, and tried to do the same.

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Draco was brought back to the present by the irritating voice of his best friend.

"Day-dreaming on the job, Malfoy?" Blaise smirked at the blonde.

Draco scowled at the dark-skinned man. "You shouldn't be back here."

"The Weaselette didn't want you out there for some reason, so she sent me back here," Blaise said.

"I got angry and sort of made a scene earlier," Draco explained.

Blaise's expression softened. "How are you holding up, Dragon?"

"How many times have I told you not to call me Dragon?" Draco replied.

"Don't avoid the question," Blaise said icily.

"I'm not avoiding the question," Draco mocked.

Blaise stayed quiet, waiting for his friend to come around.

"Don't look at me like that!" Draco yelled suddenly.

"Like what?" Blaise asked innocently.

"Condescendingly," Draco said. "Like you know something I don't."

"Where is Harry now?" Blaise asked.

"I don't know," Draco replied.

"I know you better than that. The first thing you would have done after you left my place was track him down so you could give him a piece of your mind, and possibly hex him into oblivion," Blaise said with a small smile.

"Well, you don't know me as well as you think," Draco sneered.

"Where is he?" Blaise asked.

"With the Weasel and Mudblood, of course," Draco said. He had shocked himself with this statement. He hadn't called Hermione Mudblood in years. They had been on friendly terms for so long. Surely, the break-up wouldn't change that?

Of course it would, Draco reflected. Hermione was Harry's friend first and foremost, not his. He pushed the thought aside.

"You still love him, Draco," Blaise said.

"He cheated on me," Draco replied.

"You love him despite that," Blaise said.

"It doesn't matter!" Draco yelled. "I can't forgive him for that! What if John cheated on you?"

Blaise took a deep breath, then said, "John and I broke up last week."

"Figures," Draco sneered. Blaise let the comment slide. "I can't forgive him," he repeated when his friend didn't answer.

"Harry's not the only one at fault here!" Blaise yelled. "You've always held him back, you know. How long has he been unhappy, and how long did you ignore that?"

"What would you know? You haven't held a relationship more than ten months!" He was yelling now.

"I was with John for eleven months," Blaise corrected.

"Whatever! It's nothing like what Harry and I have!" Draco said.

"Had," Blaise corrected.

"Right, what we had," Draco said angrily.

He wanted to break down and cry, but he couldn't. He was Draco Malfoy, and Malfoy's don't cry, especially in front of fellow pure-bloods. Over lying, cheating half-bloods. Even if the particular half-blood was the love of his life.

Blaise held out his arms, and Draco fell into them, sobbing.