I slip out my wand, whisper a spell. What Draco says next I hear perfectly.

"Pots just the man I was looking for."

Harry rolls his eyes. "liar." he hugs Draco again, arms winding there way around Draco's neck. "I bet you where going to visit Ron before you even called and told me you landed."

Malfoy laughs fingers brushing Harry hair off his forehead, a long finger runs over the faint scar. "I told you last week I was coming back."

"You never said where or when. Where are you meeting Ron?"

"Sid's café. Hermione will be there."

Harry pouts it was cute enduring, the way his lower lip slide out. I was use to being on the receiving end of that look. I usually lean in and kiss Harry until the pout turns into something hungry, heated. Draco has other ways of dealing. He pinches Harry's nose. Harry twists his head to get away, his pout slips into a smile.

"God Malfoy you're stealing my friends go get some of your own."

Draco pinches Harry's nose again. "Yours will do just fine Potter." He leans in kisses Harry again open mouth slip of tongue. Harry wraps himself around Draco till there's no space between them, he gives into the kiss easy, familiar, as if he had not last see the man over a year ago. Draco pulls out the kiss, smirk in place. He leans in kiss Harry's neck, pulling him along till they lean against a brick office building. A middle aged man walking by frowns as he watches them. Draco tosses the man a smirk, licking his lip he cups Harry butt in his hand. Harry laughs against Draco neck. The man shakes his head and speeds up. Harry kisses Draco once on the lips and steps back detangling himself from Malfoy who pouts. Harry pokes him in the cheek.

"You still feel like heaven Malfoy. But I'm getting married in a week."

Draco caught Harry's hand between his own and kisses the palm. "I know. I came back for the wedding."

Harry leans in closer letting Draco's hand slip low on his hip. "Are you bringing anyone?"

Draco shrugs eyes focused somewhere beyond Harry head. "If I meet someone before than sure."

Rolling his eyes Harry smacks Draco shoulder "You never change."

Draco smirks. "You wouldn't want me to Pots."

Harry wrinkles up his nose at the name but I know he likes it, Draco's private nickname for him. Draco gives his shoulder a slight nudge. "Come with me to meet Ron and Hermione."

Harry nudged him back. "I'm meet Oliver in 20 minutes."

Draco pouts batting his long lashes in Harry direction. "Stay for five minutes they'll be glad to see you."

"Fine five minutes." He tugs Draco away from the wall. Draco drops an arm around Harry's shoulder and they head for Sid's.

They fit together well, they always have. Malfoy and Potter. For all that is between them they still tend to call each other by surname. Not a normal practice for lovers nothing has ever normal between them. I follow behind them neither of them seems to notice me to taken up in their conversation of jokes and put downs. It seems in the space of moments they have turned from something like lovers to simply the best of mates. They stop to glance in the window of a sports store and their conversation turns to football. Draco seems too devolved a really love of the sport he makes grand hand jesters as he talk about a game that Harry should have seen but missed. I blush slight at the mention of the game me and Harry had been there. We had intended to watch the game but end up spending the game in the men's room. The memory of the way Harry moved against me as I tried to keep him quiet warmed me. Yes Draco was back but Harry was still mine.