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Now, on to the excuses:

I'm so sorry it's taken me so damn long to get this up! I meant for this to be uploaded last week, but I got sick, and now my laptop's crashed, I was lucky to get this much on a thumb drive.

But yeah, thanks again, m'dears! X3

Disclaimer: It was bound to happen anyway….

Chapter 3: In which the Ex-Lovers Are Exceedingly Confused.

The Potters and Malfoy all sat down at one of the larger round tables in the pub for lunch.

"So, how have ya been, Malfoy? It's been years." Harry asked before taking a sip from the pint he'd ordered.

"Well, enough. I work at the ministry, law. You know, with my pure blood and charm no one could turn me away. I've gone far." Malfoy repeated his father's words with mock smugness.

Harry only chuckled at him knowingly.

"Well, if you work at the ministry, you must have heard about Harry then, haven't you?" Ginny threw in defiantly, not catching the joke between the two men.

"Ah. Yes, I believe I did hear about him, an undercover special muggle operative of some sort. It's been rather hush-hush as far as I've heard. I don't know much about it, really…." Draco went on with a wry smile before taking another small sip from his scotch. He was afraid he was starting to feel his head swim, he'd have to switch to tea soon.

Ginny smiled proudly while wiping the chin of their two year old with a napkin, and Harry smiled amusedly at Ginny's pride.

"It's not really all that undercover or even very interesting." Harry explained modestly.

Draco smiled, and drained his glass.

Potter's…….. He's different. He thought.

What could have given him that kind of patience? Probably the brats. Draco assured himself.

"NO! This is just wrong, Draco!" Harry fumed.

He stood in front of the door of the Room Of Requirement, and was staring with a look of open mouthed disgust at the huge soft bed with black and green bed clothes and big fluffy pillows and ropes.

"Just because prefer a bed for shagging to a desk-"

"SHAGGING?" Harry interrupted. "I never have said I would shag you!" He went on.

"OBVIOUSLY!" Draco shot back "I've done everything to you BUT shag you." Malfoy said as he rolled his eyes.

"And you never will! I have too much pride to EVER-"

"To ever WHAT, Potter?" Draco retorted as he dropping his crossed arms, his temper was reaching.

"To…. To EVER want to shag a slimy Slytherin snake like you." Harry ended deliberately. It was his turn to be the bully.

"A stupid Gryffinder prick like you, is calling ME a slimy snake? Isn't THAT rich, Potter?" Draco sneered. "I see the way you scuttle through the halls, holding hands and kissing on that girl Weasel during the day and then how you come crawling to me at night! You have no right to call ME the slimy snake here!" Draco said his voice was low and dangerous as he leaned in closer to Harry.

Harry's fists clenched, his jaw set, not looking at the other boy, and he seemed to be exploding inside, as Draco stood with his face still closer, smirking at the turmoil that he could read so well on Potter's face.

Then, Harry pushed him, hard. He shoved Draco back into the wall, and before the blonde boy could protest, Harry was kissing him heavily, and forcefully. Harry's tongue made its way into the other boy's mouth, and Draco welcomed it with a moan. He pushed Harry back, and they moved out into the room, they seemingly danced erotically toward the bed as they nearly tripped over each others feet, swaying clumsily and gripping the other close in their thin teenaged arms.

"Mr. Malfoy?"

Draco's attention snapped away from the memory of Harry and himself, and back to Old Tom.

"Hm?" he made the universal 'what?' sound as he looked up at the old man with blonde eyebrows raised.

"Would you like another scotch, Mr. Malfoy?" Old Top repeated politely.

"Oh, no, thank you. But I think I could do for some tea." Draco answered, with a small smile in appreciation.

With that Old Tom went back to the kitchen, as Malfoy turned back to the Potters, a polite smile on his lips. And a knowing look in Harry's eyes.

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Not very happy with this chapter, there's still not much of a plot here, but I'm hoping that'll change soon enough.

Just two more chapters left, I think.