Hey everybody~!!! I know it's been a while...a LONG while but I have another chapter! Life has been crazy crazy so it's taken me a while to be able to crank this one out. I thought this sequel to the first chapter was going to be a lot shorter, but it ended up in the ~6,000 range again... Oh well, lol Orz

If you like this chapter please leave a comment~ I'm debating on whether the content of the next few chapters should be just some short, funny drabbles about their life together- or if I wanna backtrack and start writing about how Drarry began working as Aurors together and eventually dating...hmmmm.

If you have thoughts or feedback, leave a comment!

Hope you enjoy this latest installment~~

Xxxx -DxH- xxxX

"Remind me again; why do we need to move the couch?" Draco asked in amusement- his lean body draped over a chair as he watched his lover survey their small living room with a critical eye.

"Because..." The Gryffindor replied monotonously, tapping his finger on his lips in thought. "I will not accept another incident happening like last time..."

"Incident meaning...?"

"Somebody...walking in on us..." Harry mumbled petulantly, his cheeks tinging slightly pink in embarrassment.

"Eh? So what- somebody saw us snogging on the couch. That's nothing to get your knickers in a twist about."

"I'm pretty sure we were further along than just snogging..."

"Sticks and stones, love."

"Either we move the couch, or there will be no shagging anywhere in this flat except for the bed." Harry finally offered- shooting his blonde lover a look that would have made Voldemort shake in his boots.

"Well, I never did care for this furniture arrangement anyways!" Draco replied immediately- snatching his wand out of his back pocket with sudden motivation.

Harry smirked at his predictable boyfriend and retrieved his own wand off of the coffee table to assist in levitating and moving the couch.

"So, where exactly are we putting this?"

"Can we just...turn it around?"

"Turn it around?" Harry furrowed his brows in thought before twisting his wand- prompting the blonde to do the same.

The couch spun around in the air and sank gracefully back to it's original position, albeit backwards now, with a quiet 'thump'.

"See? So now it's facing the kitchen instead of the fireplace!" Draco happily stated the obvious, looking quiet proud of himself for some reason.

Harry sighed and gave the couch another frown. "It doesn't really make sense for the couch to be facing the kitchen though..."

"Why not? Then I can have a good view!" Draco stated with a mischievous smirk, plopping down on the couch and earning a puzzled frown from the darker haired wizard.

"...good...view...?" Harry repeated carefully, shooting his lover an 'Are you a raving lunatic?' look.

"Yeah, for when we do apron play~" The blonde bit his lip and dropped his voice down seductively. "I can watch your sexy naked behind make me breakfast in that frilly apron I bought from- mmphff!"

Harry had heard quite enough, and a flick of his wand sent a well aimed throw pillow to effectively shut up the Slytherin with a firm blow to the face.

"Hey! Mean." Draco pouted with a glare.

"You prat..." Harry shot back in annoyance, turning away from his lover with a cross of his arms.

"Oh no you don't..." The Slytherin muttered, quickly seizing a hold on Harry's arm and dragging him back onto the couch beside him.

"-Oi! Draco!" Harry protested as he was successfully tugged backwards and fell back onto the couch. The blonde wasted no time in quickly capturing his prey- climbing on top of the Gryffindor with a seductive smirk.

"We should definitely test out the shagability of the couch in this position." He stated with serious nod, earning an eye roll from the male underneath him.

Draco didn't let his lover's lack of enthusiasm derail him- slowly trailing his pale fingers down the Gryffindor's chest and slipping them underneath the fabric of the faded T-shirt to grope at his firm chest. After a moment, Harry groaned in defeat and batted his lover's hand away so that he could sit up- effectively stretching his arms over his head and slipping off his shirt in the process.

"You're such a prat..." He muttered in annoyance, slipping an arm around Draco's lean waist to anchor him in place on his lap.

"But I'm your prat~" The Slytherin reminded haughtily. Harry gave a brief laugh and an assuring nod before said prat dipped his head down to join their lips.

"Mmmmm...nnn..nuh..." Draco moaned in pleasure as Harry quickly took control of the kiss- snaking a hand around the back of his neck and holding him firmly in place. The blonde whimpered in pleasure as the inside of his mouth was throughly ravished by the Gryffindor- tongues tangling and caressing each other gently but firmly.

"More~" The blonde panted shortly after his lover had retracted his lips to regain some air. The Slytherin began impatiently rocking his hips against Harry's before pushing the dark haired male backwards and hovering over him.

"Mmmm, got it..." The Gryffindor replied with a chuckle, reaching up to help the blonde out of his own T-shirt before their snogging resumed.

Harry let his hands roam downwards as he busied his mouth with his lover's, reaching the hem of Draco's pants and fumbling to undo his belt. The Gryffindor growled in annoyance and groped around for his wand. With the swish of a wrist both of their pants were gone and the dark haired wizard happily returned to his exploring- sneaking his hands around his lover's smooth underwear-clad butt and swatting it lovingly.

The motion however caused Draco to freeze suddenly.

"Dray...?"

The blonde ignored his lover's concerned look and reached backwards to grope at his butt- looking down at Harry with a horrified expression as he did.

"Where did my jeans go?"

Harry blinked up at the Slytherin wordlessly, taking several long seconds to comprehend what he was saying.

"I just vanished them..." The Gryffindor stated slowly, looking at Draco in concern.

"You...just vanished...my favorite...white...designer...jeans...?" The blonde turned wide eyes on his lover below, and Harry knew he'd just screwed himself.

"I'll buy you a new pair?" The dark haired wizard offered tentatively, doing his best to sound completely remorseful while trying to tug Draco's neck back down so that they could continue their snogging.

"Those jeans were limited edition, 500 galleon, vintage distressed, custom-fitted, Potter!" The blonde snapped irritably, refusing his lover's advances.

"I said I was sorry~" Harry pouted with a put out look.

"No you didn't."

"Well I'm sorry."

"You don't sound sorry."

"...It was just a pair of jeans Malfoy."

"What part of 'favorite, white, limited edition, 500 galleon, vintage distressed, custom-fitted, designer' did you not get?" Draco deadpanned, a bewildered look marring his normally charming face.

"We'll go shopping tomorrow." Harry promised, doing his best to try and soothe the put-out blonde. "I'm sure we can go back to whatever fancy-ass store it was that you got them from and order another pair."

Draco hesitated for a moment- still looking like he wanted to put up a fight- but eventually relented with a nod and leaned forwards to place a chaste, apologetic kiss on the dark haired wizard's lips.

"Alright, fine. But you're buying."

"Of course, love."

Harry gently tugged Draco's neck back down to connect their lips once more, and he resumed his earlier attempts at groping his lover's firm ass.

The pair continued their languid snogging and groping for another few minutes before Draco finally released his lover's lips with a groan.

"Ugh, enough...'m going crazy..." He whimpered- sitting back and grinding his hips down against his lover's impatiently.

"Ah..ooh...Draco...stop." Harry protested weakly despite throwing his head back in pleasure at the sensation. Draco's administrations were sending heat pooling straight to his groin- and if he wasn't careful he was going to end up losing control already.

The blonde however, wasn't listening to the groans of his lover beneath him- too busy instead trying to find some sort of relief in grinding against the body heat of his lover.

"Mmm...Harry~..." Draco mewled lustily, tipping his head back and raking a hand through his hair restlessly.

That did it.

Harry had a full mind to flip Draco over and tear off his boxers, but a loud 'thump' interrupted that thought process.

"What the..."

"Draco, mate! Good to see ya!" The silky smooth voice of Draco's best friend drawled as he stepped out of the fireplace- apparently having just flooed in to the flat- despite the lack of the couple's knowledge.

Oh not again...

"Uh, Blaise! What in Salazar's name are you doing here?" The blonde called quickly, immediately stopping his movements and dropping his hand out of his hair- trying his best to sound even-keeled with his precarious position perched on top of his lover's hips. Thankfully the new couch position, being turned away from the fireplace- hid the length of Harry's body, but still left the upper half Draco's body visible due to his upright sitting position.

"What am I doing here? It's Sunday, mate! I always come over and we watch the people in the muggle box on Sunday!" Blaise retorted indignantly, thankfully not catching on to anything strange yet as he perched himself on the arm of the nearest chair to the fireplace.

"The Telly, Blaise." Draco sighed in annoyance, as if he was so much more knowledgeable in the realm of muggle objects than his dark skinned friend.

To this Harry rolled his eyes at Draco's self superior tone, knowing that not to be the case.

The blonde ignored his dark haired lover beneath him and leaned onto the back of the couch, trying to make his sitting posture seem completely normal. Blaise was busy glancing around the room, and took no notice of his friend's strange behavior.

"Yes, yes, the Telly, that's right." He replied dismissively, finally glancing over to the couch where his best friend sat. "You rearranged the furniture?" Blaise cocked his head in question at the blonde.

"Ah, yes...I suppose we did.." Draco replied rather awkwardly, trying his best to restrain himself from grinding his throbbing hips downward. This was made even more difficult by Harry- who was quite aroused himself- moving his hands around to grip the blonde's ass firmly and ever so slightly raising his hips up jut against the warm firmness of the Slytherin's butt. Draco resisted a groan at the sensation and threw a quick glare down at the tousled Gryffindor- warning him with a silent look to refrain from any further administrations. Harry threw his own scowl back and mouthed something akin to 'Send him home!'.

Again, thankfully Blaise's eyes had taken to wandering around the room, so this exchange went unnoticed. "You don't sound too enthused about it...Did your roommate make you move the furniture?"

The blonde shrugged his shoulders with a slight roll of his eyes. "Yeah, I guess. He wanted a change, so..."

Blaise clicked his tongue and flitted his eyes towards the staircase. "Is he home?"

"Ah, no...I think he went out to get groceries..." Draco lied with another shrug, earning an annoyed pinch on the ass from his dark haired lover. Draco knew that Harry was likely already reaching the end of his temper, but he reached down and swatted the hand away from his butt anyways as he struggled to remain impassive.

"Huh...I don't know why you stick around here." Blaise muttered idly, wrinkling his nose slightly in disdain. "This apartment is so small- not to mention that it's in the middle of muggle residentials, and from what I hear from you, you're always complaining about your roommate..."

Draco groaned internally as he felt the hands on his thighs tighten their grip. "I don't remember ever complaining about him to you." He sighed with a frown.

"Well, you haven't in so many words." Blaise returned with a mild shrug. "It just seems that way from what I hear about him and how you guys live together."

The dark skinned Slytherin rose from his perch on the chair and began strolling idly around the living room. "He seems very dominant and controlling."

Harry stiffened beneath Draco and shot a glare up at the blonde- who ignored it in favor of keeping an eye on his friend.

"He's...not." The blonde replied somewhat defensively, though he wasn't quite sure himself if he was lying or not.

"He's not gay, is he?"

Draco froze and tilted his head suspiciously. "...Why are you asking that...?"

"Because," The Italian replied with a scoff. "It would be troublesome if such a dominant person like that were to take advantage of poor Dray-Dray."

"Take advantage..!" Harry scoffed angrily, barely able to restrain himself as Draco quickly put a hand over his mouth to silence him.

"Blaise." The blonde growled in annoyance, shooting down his friend's playful smirk with a scowl.

Blaise raised his hands in defense and gave a chuckle. "Seriously though, what if he comes on to you?" The Slytherin suddenly stopped and stared at Draco intently. "...Or has he already...?"

Draco caught the flush that rose to his cheeks and rolled his eyes to cover for it. "Oh please- bugger off you prat. Just because I'm gay doesn't mean that every man is out to get me."

"Ah, well...it's best to be on the safe side..." Blaise relented with a sigh, searching around for something. "Where's the control stick for the Telly?"

"The remote, Blaise." The blonde sighed with a roll of his eyes. He caught sight of it at the end of the couch that he and Harry were currently occupying, and slowly reached for it while trying to inconspicuously push his lover off the couch. "Ah, you look over there by the Telly- I'll check if it's here in the couch cushions..."

Draco grabbed the remote and bent down as he pretended to fish the remote control from between the cushions of the couch.

"Hurry up and go upstairs before he comes over here and sees you!" He whispered furiously to Harry, motioning to the staircase rapidly. Harry sent a loathing scowl to the blonde, but did as instructed- waiting until he was sure that Blaise's gaze was occupied in a different direction, then crouching down and stealthily making his way to the staircase a few steps away.

"Aha, found it mate." Draco announced quickly as Harry crept onto the first stair of the staircase and dashed up. "Like I said, between the cushions."

"Splendid- we should be just in time to tune in for the show!" The dark skinned male exclaimed with a grin, strolling over to take a seat next to Draco on the couch. He stopped short, however, and gave the couch a once over before raising a questioning eyebrow.

"Forgive me if my sense of interior decorating is outdated, but why in Merlin's name would have your couch facing the kitchen instead of the Telly?"

Draco shifted on the couch and shrugged his shoulders somewhat uncomfortably. "Something different?" He offered with another shrug, reaching the remote up and turning the Television on.

"Well I happen to think that's bloody ridiculous." Blaise muttered as he reached into his pocket and withdrew his wand. "Step aside." The dark skinned male demanded with a slight swish of the wrist, sending the unsuspecting blonde sprawling on the floor.

"The bloody hell was that for?!" Draco intoned indignantly, sending the Italian a seething glare.

Blaise shrugged innocently and swished his wand a few times, sending the couch up into the air before spinning it around and dropping it back to the ground. "There. Now we can watch from the couch comfortably."

The Slytherin flopped back onto the couch and gazed down at his friend still sprawled on the carpet. "Why are you only in your boxers?" He asked suddenly, raising a groomed eyebrow suspiciously.

Draco scowled up at Blaise with newly remembered annoyance. "I was just going to get dressed..." He bit through his teeth, dragging his feet over to the staircase with a scowl pasted firmly to his face.

"Alright then- hurry back!" Blaise sing-songed over his shoulder- just catching sight of the boxer-clad blonde making his way up the staircase- with perhaps a bit more force in his steps than necessary.

"Wonder what his problem is..." He mumbled with a frown, finally directing his gaze up towards the screen mounted across from him on the wall. "Ah yeah! I love The Great British Bake Off!"

Xxxx -DxH- xxxX

Draco reached the top of the staircase with a fit of huffs- immediately turning into his and his lover's bedroom.

A pair of cool green eyes immediately glanced up and locked on his before narrowing in annoyance.

"Did you get rid of him?" Harry asked lowly.

"...Not yet..." Draco replied somewhat guiltily.

Harry gave an exasperated sigh and dropped his head forward onto the book that he had been reading in front of him. Though he knew he ought to feel some sort of remorse, Draco couldn't help but take a moment to admire the way his lover's ass looked when he laid in bed on his stomach like that. And combined with the fact that he's still only wearing boxers...

"ACK!!...No, not like that you- NO...Merlin's beard!!!"

Draco's shoulders jerked in surprise at the sudden commotion, but it didn't take him long to figure out where, or who, it came from. "...Blaise-"

"MY GRANDMUM CAN MAKE A BETTER CRÈME PÂTISSIÈRE THAN THAT AND SHE'S BEEN DEAD FOR FORTY YEARS, MERLIN BLESS HER SOUL...Oh for the love of Salazar...Noooooooooo...You lot of bloody idiots..."

Draco groaned in annoyance and threw a loathing glare at the door when he head Blaise yelling at the Telly from downstairs. Harry bore an equally put-out expression as he raised his head to look for the source of the commotion.

"Malfoy, I swear; either get rid of him, or I'm gonna have to." Harry finally snapped- redirecting his glare up at the pair of grey puppy dog eyes pleading innocence down at him.

"I'm sorry...please don't be mad~ It's not like it was my fault that he came over here unannounced..." Draco pouted and jutted his lip out childishly, trying to rack up some kind of pity points from his lover.

The dark haired wizard felt his scowl start to cave at the pitiful look directed towards him- and he finally relented with a sigh.

"Fine, it's not your fault...but just hurry up and get rid of him. I don't want to waste our entire weekend together because Zabini keeps coming over here."

The blonde perked up and swooped down to drop a chaste kiss on his lover's lips. "Don't worry love- 15 minutes and he's gone!"

Harry smirked and returned the kiss with one of his own as he rolled off of the bed and stretched his arms over his head.

"Alright. It's...2:30 now- " The green eyed wizard confirmed after glancing up at the clock on their wall. "I'm gonna go take a bath, so you can chat for a bit with your mate and then kindly excuse him- alright? We can have lunch after that."

Draco nodded enthusiastically and watched Harry stride out of the room and into their master bathroom. Mind made up, the blonde waltzed into their walk-in closet to find some clothes to wear.

Xxxx -DxH- xxxX

After donning one of Harry's faded band tees and a simple pair of ripped jeans (nothing, though, compared to favorite, white, limited edition, 500 galleon, vintage distressed, custom-fitted, designer jeans mind you), Draco finally made his way to the staircase- not 5 minutes having passed since he left Blaise in the living room alone. The sight he came back to upon descending the staircase back to the living room was pretty much spot on with what he expected.

"Ahh, you bloody TOSSER!...NO...YOUR PIE IS GONNA HAVE A SOGGY BOTTOM! NOBODY LIKES A SOGGY BOTTOM!"

Blaise was still sacked out against the cushions of the sofa as he continued to hurl insults towards the television screen- waving a hand around violently for apparent increased emphasis. Draco sighed in defeat. There was no way that he was going to be able to convince Blaise to leave now that he had immersed himself in the middle of an episode of his favorite show.

"Hey mate- look, I hate to ruin your day, but something just came up suddenly so I'm gonna need you to scram." He tried bluntly, not bothering to sound remorseful when he knew full well that his shag with Harry was on the line.

Either Blaise didn't hear him, or merely chose to ignore him (the blonde bet the latter), for the dark skinned Italian paid no heed to the words directed towards him and chose to continue watching his show- throwing another few taunts at the screen happily.

Draco pursed his lips and heaved an annoyed sigh- swiping the remote control for the television off of the coffee table and turning the Telly off. "Blaise mate, I'm serious. I need you to clear out."

This time Blaise lifted his head off of the back of the couch enough to turn his head and meet the blonde's glare. "Whyyyyy~?"

The "cutesy" voice and pout that Blaise adopted merely prompted a scathing eye roll from the other Slytherin. No one except for Draco would ever know that the cool Italian playboy that broke hearts on a daily basis would have such a side to him- watching muggle cooking shows and trying to act cute to get his way.

Draco sighed again and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Because."

"Because isn't an answer Dray."

"Fine. My evening depends on it then."

"Oh?" That pulled a surprised looked from Blaise before it quickly turned into a mischievous smirk. "Got a hot date~?"

Draco bit his tongue.

"Something like that." He mumbled.

"Why didn't you tell me before?!" Blaise exclaimed excitedly, jumping up off of the couch with renewed vigor.

"Ah this is so exciting! My little Dray Dray spreading his wings off into the world of romance~!"

Blaise clapped his hands happily and strolled past Draco into the kitchen. "So you're having dinner here later, I assume? So what were you planning on cooking; French? Maybe, Italian? I am a bit of an expert in that particular area..."

Draco sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't need any help, thanks Blaise."

The Italian scoffed and turned an offended look on the blonde. "You don't need my help?"

Another scoff.

"Of course you need my help Dray Dray. Love Doctor Zabini is in the house."

Draco looked doubtful. "Blaise, seriously. We've...actually been seeing each other for a while..."

That made Blaise's jaw drop to the floor. He stood open-mouthed and gaped at the remorseless face of his best friend. "You...you...YOU'VE BEEN DATING SOMEBODY AND YOU HAVEN'T TOLD ME?!?!?"

The blonde shrugged and made an 'Oops, oh well' sort of face.

"Details, Draco! Details!" The dark skinned male demanded, eyes glittering with excitement at this new found revelation.

The blonde's face screwed into a puzzled face as he tried desperately to think of what he could say to feed his best friend's curiosity without revealing who he was actually dating.

"Well...he's a guy for starters..." Draco offered hesitantly.

Blaise rolled his eyes at the meaningless information. "Well obviously Dray. I couldn't have been more surprised than if you told me you were dating a Hippogriff." He returned sarcastically- waving his hand for the blonde to keep dishing out information. "Wizard, or Muggle?"

Draco cocked his head curiously at the question. "You wouldn't mind if I dated a Muggle?"

Blaise rolled his eyes and shook his head dramatically. "Of course not. The only people who still care about those kind of things anymore are the old-timers; basically meaning our parents and anyone older." He chuckled mischievously and continued. "I've even had the Muggle boyfriend or two over the last few years..."

"Is that so..." Draco smirked wryly, raising an amused eyebrow at the prospect. "Anyways, glad to know you're not prejudiced- but he is a wizard..."

An interested 'Ah' came from Blaise's mouth as he stroked his chin in thought. "Does he work at the Ministry?"

The blonde hesitated with a wince, but slowly nodded his head. "...Uh, yeah...he does..."

"Oh~? Anybody I would know then~?"

The positively giddy tone that Blaise was using made Draco weary. He knew that he couldn't risking exposing a more information than that for fear of Blaise putting all of the pieces together. The Italian could be deceptively perceptive when he wanted to be.

"...No, no. I, uh...don't think you would know him..." Draco lied with a shrug.

Blaise narrowed his eyes suspiciously at his friend. "Uh huh...On another note though, you should really introduce me to your roommate sometime! I mean, you've lived here for sometime now and it seems rude to keep coming over without introducing myself!"

"Yeah, yeah...I should..." The blonde commented idly, suddenly catching sight of his cellphone vibrating on the kitchen counter. "Hang on just a sec..."

Though Draco had originally been against integrating many Muggle objects into his and his lover's flat, Harry had finally convinced him that there were quite a few different Muggle inventions that were quite beneficial for day to day use. The Telly for example. And another one of his recent favorites; the toaster. While one certainly could use magic to toast a piece of bread to the perfect stage of golden-brown-crispy-crunchiness, there was just something so fascinating about putting a piece of bread into that silver box and watching it pop out minutes later.

After seeing Draco interacting so well with Muggle objects, Harry had finally taken the next step about a year ago in purchasing Draco his own cellphone. While the learning curve for using it had been fairly steep to begin with, months of use had made the blonde Slytherin a pro at using one- so much so that he didn't know how he had lived up until that point without one. Said cellphone though, was currently vibrating on the counter- and knowing that he had only one contact in his phone, Draco knew it had to be Harry.

"Ah, will you excuse me for a moment Blaise? I'm gonna go use the loo."

"Uh, sure...?"

Draco quickly snagged his cellphone off of the counter and shoved it into his jeans pocket before navigating to the lower level bathroom.

After he was safe behind the confines of a locked door, Draco perched on the counter and whipped out his phone.

1 New Message

Harry: Draco, I just got out of the bath and I can still hear Zabini downstairs. It's been 30 minutes. What's going on?

Draco groaned and chewed on his lip before typing back an answer.

Draco: Sorry Love. I'm trying to get him to leave, but he just keeps pestering me about meeting me roommate and boyfriend.

Harry: You mean me?

Draco: Who else you dork?

Harry: Hmpf. Whatever, it's your choice. Guess you can stay here and hang out with Zabini and then sleep on the couch tonight.

Draco: Oh don't be that way. You know that as much as I do that I'd much rather be upstairs shagging right now. (And did you seriously just type out 'Hmpf'..?!)

Harry: Fine. If he wants to meet your roommate and boyfriend so badly then I'll just have to come downstairs and meet him. (And yes, I did. It's how I'm expressing myself at the moment)

Draco: ...Are you sure you're ready for this...?

Harry: I should be the one asking you. I told you last time that we were gonna have to come out to your friends next, remember?

Draco: Alright, as long as you're sure.

Harry: I'll go get dressed and then come downstairs.

Draco: Get dressed?

Harry: Well I just got out of the bath tub, so I'm not wearing anything.

Draco: ...

Draco: Send me a picture~ :)

Harry: Bugger off you prat.

Apparently that was the end of the conversation, so Draco heaved a begrudging sigh and exited the bathroom back into the living room. Blaise had a apparently figured out the basis of how to work the remote control, so he was back in his position on the couch watching the same Muggle cooking show that he had been preoccupied with before.

"...You really like this show that much?" Draco questioned with a snort, sinking down onto the couch next to the tanned Slytherin.

"Ah, you're back. Took you long enough." Blaise muttered petulantly before nodding his head enthusiastically in answer to the question. "Yeah, I think it's a really funny show!"

"I see..." The blonde replied somewhat monotonously. He and Harry didn't watch a ton of TV- they did indulge in movies quite a few nights of the week when they had the time though.

After a few more moments of relative silence watching the show, Draco finally steeled himself and opened his mouth. "So...you wanted to meet my roommate, right?"

Blaise glanced to the side to meet his friend's eyes and nodded with a grin. "Course I do~!"

"Ah, well...it seems like he's going to be here soon so...I guess you'll have a chance to meet him..."

"Is that right? Cool, can't wait!" Blaise replied easily, fixing his eyes back onto the Telly.

Draco shifted uncomfortably, but tried his best to conceal it by focusing on the show.

Suddenly, he could hear the faint sound of footsteps padding lightly down the staircase. His heartbeat increased but he forced himself to remain calm as he turned slightly to see the figure emerge from the bottom of the staircase.

Dressed in a pair faded jeans and slightly oversized sweatshirt, Harry strolled quietly into the living room and leaned back against the dining table with a cross of his arms. He was now completely behind the couch, so Blaise took no notice of the new figure in the room- however Draco was having a hard time taking his eyes off of him. There may not've been anything fancy or stylish with the outfit that Harry had chosen to display himself in- but Draco though he looked absolutely shaggable.

He cleared his throat discretely and nudged Blaise to get the Italian's eyes off of the Telly screen. "Uh, Blaise...my...roommate..."

Draco stood up for the couch and gestured to Harry behind him, scratching the back of his neck in anxiousness.

Blaise grinned and rose from the couch, turning to meet the figure his friend was gesturing towards. "Pleasure to meet yo- " The Slytherin stopped and raised an interested eyebrow, an amused smirk slowly drawing its way into his lips.

"Potter." Blaise extended a hand forward courteously.

Harry steeled himself for a worse reaction, raising one of his own brows in slight surprise at the docile behavior.

"Zabini." He returned, accepting the tanned Slytherins hand with a firm shake.

Blaise grinned and released Harry's hand, turning to the slightly cringing face of his best friend. "Naughty, naughty Dray Dray. Did you really think that you could keep this a secret from me~?"

The mischievous smirk playing on the Italian's lips sent a jolt of unease through Harry's spine, though he chose not to say anything.

"You...you knew?!" Draco sputtered, his normally calm and composed face turning pale with astonishment.

Blaise grinned like the Cheshire Cat, obviously immensely enjoying himself.

Harry furrowed his brow suspiciously. "How? Not even the Ministry knows that we're living together...Well, except for Kingsley- but that's because he's the one that assigned us as Auror partners..."

"I have my resources~" Blaise merely replied silkily, clicking his tongue and sending Harry a wink.

Draco scowled and pursed his lips in annoyance. "So I guess that means that you know we're dating too?"

Harry steeled himself again, but Blaise simply chuckled wryly. "I didn't know that one for sure...but it's what I guessed." He turned and shot a slightly annoyed look to Draco. "I kept waiting for you to bring it up yourself, but you never did. So that's why I've been trying to initiate it myself, but even then..."

Harry felt a wave of ease and relief wash over him, but Draco's scowl seemed to deepen. Blaise laughed and shook his head at his friend's behavior. "I'm sorry to say, but I think you think too little of me as your friend, mate."

"Did you think that I wouldn't notice changes in your behavior at all? Tsk tsk, simpleminded Dray Dray- thinking that the world only revolves as he wants it to." Blaise chuckled and walked slowly to the fireplace, sending another gloating smirk.

"Don't worry, I'm polite enough to know when I've worn out my welcome~ I'll get leaving so you too can continue your shag that I interrupted earlier."

Draco froze and Blaise's grin only grew all the more.

"I'm telling you Draco- you severely underestimate me~"

"Prig..." The blonde shot back, still scowling at the leering smirk pasted on the Italian's face.

"Have fun you two lovebirds~!" Blaise stepped into the fireplace with a handful of floo powder.

"Oh, and don't worry. I'll take the liberty of telling Pans and Theo about this, so expect an owl from them soon~!" The Italian called and sent one last wink before throwing his powder and disappearing into flames.

"Bloody hell, I can't take this anymore..." Draco sighed with a groan, leaning against the counter and cradling his head in his hand.

"Haha, well...at least that about covers the extent of our "need to tell" list..." Harry soothed with a chuckle.

"Thank Merlin for that...ugh, I need some alcohol."

"While normally I'm against day drinking...what say you we break out the Firewhiskey and settle in for some Telly before we have lunch?" Harry offered with a grin, already reaching for the bottle.

"Fine. But I swear, if I don't get shagged tonight I'm gonna go crazy." Draco complained as he flopped onto the couch with a huff.

"Don't worry, I have something special planned for you being such a good boy and putting up with all of this." Harry promised and settled down onto the couch next to the blonde, passing him a glass of Firewhiskey.

Draco smirked and took a long gulp of the strong alcohol, savoring in the searing heat that left in his throat as he swallowed it. "Well I can't wait to see what it is~"

Harry chuckled and raised his glass. "To friends, family, and finally being out."

"Couldn't have said it better." Draco laughed and brought their glasses together with a 'clink'.

"Now we just need to make a formal announcement at work..."

"No way in hell, Potter."

"You sure? It'll be much easier if we just get everything up and on the table- "

"No."

"Aw, Alright...another time then..."

"Potter."

"Yes, Malfoy?"

"Shut up."

"Haha, I love you too..."