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Harry woke to a quiet apartment. George and Angelina both had to be at work early today. Harry had taken the week off work and had spent it wallowing in misery in George and Angelina's lounge room. The couple had been amazing, cooking him meals and never complaining about the smell that was emanating off him. But Harry was back to work tomorrow, and he knew he needed to start getting himself together, even if it still felt like he had an empty hole in his chest where his heart used to be.

Ron, Hermione, Luna and Neville had all been to visit him over the week, they had done a credible job of trying to lift his spirits, but still his heart ached.

Draco had tried to contact him more times then Harry could count. The letters went in the fire without being read, what could Draco possibly have to say to make any of this OK? The blonde had even tried to visit several times but had been firmly rebuffed by George, on each occasion leaving with a body part dyed a different colour.

Harry dragged himself out of the warm, comfortable bed and walked into the shower. The scalding water felt nice on his skin, helping to wake him up and ground him.

After the shower he went in the kitchen and whipped himself up a light breakfast. He hadn't been eating much and honestly if Angelina hadn't practically shoved food down his throat, he probably wouldn't have eaten anything at all this past week.

As he ate, he pulled out the last few days copies of The Daily Prophet and flicked through the quidditch results. He needed to get up to speed with what had been happening, while he was in his pit of despair. You see, Harry was a quidditch reporter. Which meant that he travelled all over watching quidditch matches and then writing articles about the matches. Honestly, it was the perfect job for him, getting paid to watch quidditch was a dream come true and he found that he enjoyed writing when it was about something, he was passionate about. He earnt a decent wage, which meant he had hardly had to touch his family vaults. He had also found that the Prophet was much less likely to write terrible stories about him if he worked there.

He let out a groan when he saw that the keeper for the Kenmare Kestrals had been injured. One of the reporters that usually covered the social scene was covering for him while he was away, and the article was vague and short. He would have to arrange a meeting with the manager of The Kestrals when he was back tomorrow and find out exactly what happened.

He felt a small smile grace his face, yes, getting back to work, this is exactly what he needed.

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His first day back had been busy, serving as a great distraction for his broken heart. He had owled the Kestrals team manager as soon as he had arrived at the office and had a meeting with him an hour later. He had then spent the rest of the day writing up the article, giving his own opinions on how this will affect their chances at winning the league this year. He had worked hard, wanting to make sure that the article would be ready for publishing asap. A lot of people take their quidditch very seriously and an injury like this could put their keeper out for the rest of the season, hampering any chances the Kestrals had of winning the league. Everyone in the office had been kind, word had obviously spread about what had happened, but it made Harry's insides squirm whenever he caught someone looking at him with pity.

Yep Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, the boy whose boyfriend cheated on him, he thought glumly.

He grabbed takeaway on his way back to George and Angelina's, a little thank you for putting up with him for the last week. He was lucky to have such caring friends, especially lucky to have such caring friends that lived only a five-minute walk from his workplace.

"Honey, I'm home!" He called out jokingly as he walked in the front door.

George jumped up off the lounge and leapt into his arms, nearly making him drop the Chinese food he had brought.

"Oh Hare-Bear! I've missed you all day" George crooned, fluttering his eyelashes as he looked up at Harry.

"Get off you great lump!" Harry groaned pushing George off him with a laugh. The red head just chuckled, grabbing the dinner bag and walking into the kitchen.

Angelina smiled as they walked in.

"Good day Harry?" she asked kindly.

"Yeah… yeah it was good to be busy, take my mind off things."

They both nodded in understanding.

"Look, Harry brought home dinner!" George said with a smile, subtly changing the subject. "My favourite too."

That night Harry climbed into bed and cried himself to sleep.

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The next morning, he got to work to find a huge bunch of red roses sitting on his desk. His heart literally stopped in his chest. The office around him was quiet and Harry could see people watching him. Sure, they tried to look casual, but Harry had spent the better part of his life being stared at, he knew what to look for.

He reached out, ignoring the way his hand was shaking to pull the small card from amongst the blooms. He flicked it open.

My Dearest Harry,

There are no words to express how truly sorry I am, for what happened.

I make no excuses and beg only for forgiveness.

You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I must have been insane to do anything to risk our lives together. I will do anything to make this up to you.

Please, just talk to me.

I love you,

I miss you,

Draco.

Harry felt tears spring to his eyes and bile rise in his throat as he read the note. How dare Draco send him something like this at his place of work. Surely, he must've known what it would do to Harry.

Harry felt a warm hand on his shoulder and turned bleary eyes to find Sue Li standing beside him.

"Harry" she whispered quietly. "Is there anything I can do?"

Harry swallowed thickly, "just get rid of them please, and this" he finished, handing over the card.

She nodded, waving her wand and making them both vanish. Harry remembered that he could have done that just as easily, but the motivation escaped him at the moment.

"Are you OK" Sue asked, glancing around at the office full of people.

Harry tried to give her a small smile, but it came out as more of a grimace. Harry had actually gone to Hogwarts with Sue Li but hadn't had much to do with her while he was at school. However, when they both scored jobs at the prophet only a year out of school, it had been nice to see a familiar face. While they weren't close friends, they did get along well, and Harry appreciated her very much in this moment.

"Yeah… yeah, I'm fine, best get back to work, hey."

She nodded and started to walk away, but before she could get far Harry called out a quiet, "thank you." She sent him a small smile and made her way back to her own desk.

The rest of the day passed in a daze; Harry worked hard but struggled to keep his find on his tasks. He left at the end of the day beyond frustrated with both himself and Draco.

When he arrived home that evening Harry was surprised to hear several voices coming from the kitchen. He wandered in to find Lee Jordan, Oliver Wood and Alicia Spinnet all standing around talking with Angelina and George.

"Harry!" George cried as he walked in. "Welcome home, we have some visitors this evening" he gestured around, as though Harry couldn't see the people gathered.

"Harry, it's good to see you again," said Lee, reaching forward to grip his hand. Alicia came forward next and gave him a hug. "Feels like forever since I've seen you," she said with a laugh. Harry nodded dumbly; it had been a while.

Oliver came forward next, shaking Harry's hand before pulling him into a brief hug. Harry had seen Oliver a few times since he had started covering quidditch matches for The Prophet, but they never really got the chance to talk.

"Thanks for that great article about the Kestrels keeper Harry. Now we know to factor that change in when we strategize for our match against them in a few weeks."

Harry smiled brightly at this; his long day momentarily forgotten.

"You're welcome Oliver, I'm sure you guys have got it in the bag this year."

Oliver smiled brightly, "I sure hope so!"

They all moved into the lounge room and settled down, drinks in hands and table covered with snacks.

Harry knew everyone must've heard about his breakup with Draco, simply by the fact that he was now staying with George and Angelina, but thankfully no one said anything.

"So, how's Puddlemere treating you?" Lee asked Oliver.

Harry sat back and listened attentively as Oliver launched into a long tale about how Puddlemere's season was going. At least Harry could always count on Oliver's love for quidditch.

Talk turned to Weasley's Wizards Wheezes and then to Alicia's work at St Mungo's.

Harry wasn't sure how much time had passed before he was being shaken gently awake.

Green eyes blinked open and Harry found himself face to face with Oliver.

"Wh-what?" he slurred confusedly, hearing a chuckle from someone else in the room.

"You fell asleep" Oliver said kindly. "Perhaps it's time to head to bed."

Harry nodded drowsily, bringing his hand up to rub the back of his eyes.

"Sorry, everyone. Didn't sleep to great last night."

George and Angelina shared a look of concern.

Harry stood from the couch and gave a big stretch.

"Good night, it was really nice to see you all again."

"We'll catch up again soon, Harry" Oliver said sincerely, and Alicia and Lee murmured their agreement.

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The next few weeks carried on in a similar manner. Harry threw himself into work, glad that he was doing something he truly enjoyed. Draco continued to try to contact him and would send him some kind of gift once a week, usually flowers or chocolates or books he knows Harry would love. Harry kept none of it, giving things away or simply vanishing them. Harry had even spotted Draco in Diagon Alley one day, but he had done the cowardly thing and run away as soon as he had soon that shock of blonde hair. Ignoring the shouts of his name from behind him. Harry knew he would have to face Draco at some point, the wizarding community wasn't that large, but Harry just wasn't ready for that yet.

Oliver, Lee and Alicia had visited a few more times as well as a few of George and Angelina's other friends and Harry found himself enjoying himself, the moments of sadness gradually becoming rarer as he adjusted to his new life. A life that no longer held Draco Malfoy.

It was about two months after the breakup that Harry felt sure enough in himself again to start thinking about finding another place to live. He really enjoyed living with George and Angelina and was beyond grateful for everything they had done for him when he was at his lowest, but he knew he couldn't stay here forever. The last thing he wanted was to wear out his welcome.

So, he begun house hunting. He didn't tell Angelina and George just yet, knowing they would try to talk him out of it.

It took a few weeks, but he eventually found a place that he loved. It was a large cottage in the English countryside, located near a small wizarding village. It was everything that Harry had ever dreamed of. Three bedrooms, a large open plan kitchen, dining area. A warm cozy lounge with a huge fireplace, that Harry could imagine curling up in front of on cold winters nights. It also had a large study/library and Harry had spoken to The Prophet about working from home a few days a week. It was also situated on several acres of land, with plenty of room to go flying, and Harry was already planning on planting an orchard. Oranges, apples, lemons and whatever else his heart desired. Now all he had to do was tell George and Angelina.

They settled in the dining room the night after he had finished signing the contracts on his new home. Harry had cooked a large lamb roast.

"So," he began.

George and Angelina looked up from their meals as he spoke.

"I have some exciting news."

"Oh really?" George said, looking intrigued.

"Yeah, I've ah… I've found my own place."

Angelina and George shared a surprised look.

"I didn't even know you were looking Harry" Angelina said. "You know there is no rush to move out, don't you? You can stay here as long as you want."

"Yeah mate, we love having you around and not just for your amazing cooking." George put in with a grin as he dished himself up some more potatoes.

Harry smiled at that; they both loved his cooking.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I've stayed here long enough, it's time to get my own place and get back on my feet. But I just wanted to say thank you." Harry reached out and clasped one of George and Angelina's hands with his own, his voice cracking slightly as he spoke. "You have been there for me and supported me more then I can ever thank you for. I honestly don't know how I would've coped these last few months without you both. If there's ever anything I can do for you, you just have to ask."

Angelina looked a little teary at the proclamation, but George just grinned.

"I want a jumbo tray of your rocky road."

"You can have two" Harry said with a laugh.

"So, where is this place you've found Harry?" Angelina asked.

So, Harry told them all about his cottage and the plans he had for it, his voice brimming with anticipation and excitement for what the future would hold.

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It was a few more weeks until Harry could move in, and another few weeks after he moved in to get settled before he decided to throw a little house warming party.

He kept it small just his close friends and family. Andromeda and Teddy, all the Weasleys and their partners, Ron, Hermione, Luna, Neville, as well as a few others.

To Harry's surprise everyone brought little housewarming gifts. New things for his home, seeds for his garden, Mrs Weasley even knitted him a new blanket for his bed after discovering what had happened to his last one.

Oliver cornered him by the punch bowl later in the evening.

"This is a lovely place you have here Harry" the older boy said with a smile, his Scottish accent thicker due to the alcohol he'd been drinking. Harry did his best to suppress the shiver that ran through his body at the sound of his voice.

"I, ah, got you something as well." Oliver said, handing over a small wrapped package.

Harry felt a blush rise up on his cheeks.

"You didn't have to get me anything Oliver. I'm just glad you came."

"I wouldn't have missed it Harry" Oliver said with a fond smile.

Harry smiled back and began to unwrap the present. It was a picture frame, with a picture of Harry and Oliver in it, that had been taken a few weeks ago at George and Angelina's place.

Harry grinned at the memory; this was the exact night that Harry had realised that he found Oliver attractive. They had been celebrating Harry's last night at George and Angelina's and Oliver had been laughing uproariously while he told a story about their last away game and Harry couldn't help but be mesmerised by the sight. He could barely take his eyes off Oliver the rest of the night and since then every time he looked at the handsome Scot, he had to try to fight back a blush. He felt like he was bloody 16 again, it was so embarrassing, and he just prayed fervently, that Oliver hadn't cottoned on to what was happening. Though, he thought George had by all the raised eyebrows and snickering the red head was doing.

"Thank you, Oliver, I love it."

Oliver looked pleased. "Just didn't feel right that you didn't have a picture of us together Harry."

Harry nodded in agreement. "I'll just go put this away."

Harry wandered off to his bedroom. He placed the frame on his bedside table, so he could look at it whenever he wanted to. He rolled his eyes at what a sap he was. Though, he admitted it was nice to feel this way again. After what Draco had done, he wasn't sure he would ever be able to feel this way again. He hadn't spoken to Draco since their breakup, the former Slytherin had stopped trying to contact him a few weeks back and though it had hurt, his heart aching, Harry had also felt relieved. He knew he wouldn't be able to move on with Draco still on his mind. He was just glad that Draco had never tired to ambush him at work or in the Alley.

He ran his fingers gently over the photograph, until he heard a throat clearing behind him.

He jumped and turned to find Oliver standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

"It looks good there," the Scot said with a smile as he started to walk into the room.

"You think so?" Harry asked.

Oliver just hummed in agreement.

The older male took another swig of his drink, looking slightly nervous.

"I was wondering if you perhaps wanted to go for dinner next week?" Oliver asked.

"What, like a group thing?" Harry asked, heart pounding in his chest.

"I was thinking more of a you and me thing. Some may even call it a date." Oliver answered, looking at Harry with a small smile.

Harry smiled back, "I'd love to."

So, as I'm sure you are now aware, I've decided to make this a Harry/Oliver story. Yay! I just didn't think that Harry would get back together with Draco. I'm thinking I will do one more chapter just to wrap it all up nicely. I hope you enjoy