AUTHORS NOTE: This came to me from a Tiktok video by neverland_cos. The song Lie by NF is featured. The video is following a late night call from Harry. This is the inspiration I got from the video and the song. Obviously this is Drarry. I think it will be a two-shot but we will see.

"What the fuck is all of that noise?" Draco Malfoy hissed as he rolled over in the bed. He'd been sleeping so well.

"I shut off my Floo last night." Harry muttered groggily as he slowly climbed out of the warm bed. He felt rather irritated that the first refreshing sleep he had managed in years was being interrupted, "I'll take care of it. Stay." Harry bent down and kissed Draco's shoulder. He took the few steps towards the door and held his hand up, summoning his robe.

Harry sighed as he jogged down the stairs to his sitting room and reconnected the Floo. This was the only room that people could Floo into. He had a private Floo in his room that he could come in and out of but no one else could enter it from the outside.

"About time, mate." Ron snapped as he and Hermione walked through. Hermione looked slightly upset but resigned. Ron was flushed.

"Good morning, Harry." Hermione said softly. Ron thrust a newspaper into Harry's hands as he and Hermione went to sit on the couch. Harry gaped at the huge picture plastered on the front. It was a photo snapped of him and Draco. They'd just left the muggle restaurant and honestly looked foolishly happy.

"Harry…we knew you were gay. But Malfoy? Really?" Ron asked as he looked at his best friend critically. Hermione sat silently next to him, tracing the pattern on the couch with her fingers.

Harry's laugh sounded hollow, even to himself, "No. All he's ever done is try to control my life. He's not really my type."

Hermione glared at Harry, "I think you're being a fool."

Harry shook his head, confused, "Why?"

Hermione sighed and stood up, "Ron, let's go. There's no reason to argue with your best friend. Harry, I'd like to have tea with you tomorrow."

Harry nodded and walked his friends over to the fire. He felt so on edge as he walked back toward the stairs. He knew the moment he heard the fireplace in his bedroom flare to life that Draco Malfoy had heard every word he has just told his best friends. He ran up the stairs as quickly as possible, wishing that he hadn't set up those Anti-Apparition wards. Flinging the door open, Draco and Harry's eyes met. Draco was pale but his facial expression gave away none of the emotions that he felt.

"Malfoy Manor." Draco said before shaking his head and stepping into the fire. Harry stared at the green fire for a half second

"No!" Harry hissed, feeling his chest clench painfully as he lunged for the fire. But it was too late. He sunk onto the bed, feeling numb.

The next few days passed in a drunken blur for the Boy Who Lived. He had sent dozens of owls to Draco, with no reply. He had ignored dozens of letters from his friends. Harry was laying in his bed when he heard the tapping of an owl at the window. He flicked his wand and the bird flew in. He would have known the gorgeous horned owl named Scribbles. She was one of the Malfoy owls. After he took the scroll, she left quickly.

"H-

You told your friends I'm not your type... All I do is control your life? Ha. Stop writing to me. I'm done with you. I will not be someone's secret.

D."

The parchment burst into flame in Harry's hands before disappearing. Draco must have charmed it to leave no evidence of existing. He was so consumed by his thoughts he didn't hear the steps on the stairs.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione asked as she barged into his room. Harry waited for Ron to enter with her but he was absent.

"Fuck. I knew I forgot to turn off the Floo when that man delivered my food." Harry grumbled.

"You literally stink of alcohol and just…darkness. Get out of this damned bed and get in the shower. You never came for tea." She said, as bossy as ever. When Harry proceeded to ignore her, she waved her wand and dumped a ton of water onto him.

"Merlin, Hermione!" He shouted angrily as he jumped up. Her brown eyes bore into his green ones. His anger deflated when he saw her own anger and worry, "I'll shower."

"Good. I'll make lunch and tidy up." She snapped at him before she waved her wand again, drying the bed and remaking it. Harry shuffled off to the bathroom.

He was surprised to see how horrid he looked upon looking at the mirror. His face was covered in stubble, his eyes were bloodshot, and his hair was is a state of disarray he had never managed before.

Harry took a quick shower, not bothering to shave, and headed to his kitchen. Whatever Hermione was cooking smelled amazing.

"Finally." She muttered impatiently when he took a seat. She placed a heaping plate of eggs and bacon in front of him before sitting down across from him.

"Why are you here?" Harry asked. He had chosen to quit the Aurors a year ago. He now owned a restaurant in Diagon Alley, which was being run by his assistant manager until he felt up to it again. There was no valid reason he could think of for her to be there.

"Because I love you." Hermione said with a short laugh. She took a bite of food and sighed, "I don't disapprove of Draco…"

"What? Wait. Why are you calling him Draco?" Harry asked, almost choking on his eggs. He grabbed his coffee to wash them down.

"Do you remember how mysterious I was about my silent partner?" Hermione asked, biting her lip and glancing at the wall. She had become a potions brewer for the Ministry after graduating. After several years, she opened her own Apothecary.

"Draco is your partner." Harry muttered, easily putting all the clues together. Draco had hinted often but Harry hadn't connected the dots until Hermione was laying it out for him.

"Yes, he is. Draco is extraordinary at brewing. I had to have him as a partner. We did our apprenticeship together and I know how much he has changed since school. I was one of the first people he made an apology to. Draco and I knew that Ron would be displeased with him as my partner. I told Ron this morning. I know you've been moping around because you and Draco are fighting." Hermione explained.

"I've not been moping. I was black out drunk." He corrected, "Did he tell you that we fought?"

"No. I saw his scarf in your living room when we came over." Hermione rolled her eyes, "Plus he's been...off ever since you said that load of shite. Draco has never blown up a cauldron in the entirety of his life, as far as I know, and he has since blown up three."

"Wait…are you here for me or for your business?" Harry asked, the thought occurring to him suddenly.

Hermione's eyes twinkled, "Excuse me? I'm here for you, Draco AND my business. I forced him to take off a few days. YOU are going to the Manor and you're going to fix this, Harry."

"No the fuck I am not." Harry hissed, his green eyes flashed angrily. Hermione's face darkened with irritation.

"Imagine if Draco had said those things about you, Harry James Potter! Imagine how crushed YOU would bloody feel! Get over there now!" She shouted at him. The two stared at each other, their magic seeming to crackle in the room in their anger. It was extremely tense.