I'm sorry it took so long to update. i knew a rough idea what this chapter was going to be about but actually making an idea into a story is harder than it looks. so anyways, you better enjoy it seems as it is my longest stroy. Well enjoy it anyways and review if you like.

I tilt my head back and look at the ceiling sulkily. I suddenly here a camera flash go off and tilt my head towards Draco standing topless in the hallway holding his camera and smiling.

"What are you doing?" I mumble.

"Taking a photo." He announces.

"I can see that." I say smiling. "But why?"

He sits beside me on the sofa.

"You looked sad. I wanted to capture the emotion." He states.

"Why do you want to take a photo of me sad?" I ask. " And i'm not sad." I announce.

"Because you're boring when you're just smiling." He says.

"Gee thanks." I mumble going back to the interesting ceiling. Draco pulls my head towards me with his hand and kisses me softly.

"What's wrong with you?" he asks.

"Nothing." I mumble giving a smile.

"I know you Harry Potter. You're not happy." Draco states running his hand through my hair.

"I am happy!" I protest. "I'm with you."

Draco chuckles "You are so cheesy."

"It's true!" I insist. "I'm not sad. I'm just frustrated."

"Sexually frustrated?" Draco asks, his hand moving from my leg to the inside of my thigh.

"Not that kind of frustrated." I say resting my head on the back of the sofa. "I'm trying to do something. But it keeps going wrong."

"Something to do with work?" Draco suggests.

"Err yeah." I mutter quickly. "Everything I try and do it fails."

"Maybe you're trying to hard." Draco says whilst twining my hair around his fingers. I never noticed how close he's got. Our foreheads were almost touching. I let out a sigh.

"I just want to do to properly. You know make it different so they remember it." I mutter.

"Even if they don't remember it doesn't mean you haven't done well." Draco mutters leaning on his arm that's resting on the sofa. "I'm glad I work from home. Work seems way to stressful."

"Sometimes I wish I worked from home." I mumble.

"We'd have way to many arguments." Draco says with little emotion.

"Can you only think of the negatives?" I ask raising my eyebrows.

"Well what are the positives then?" He asks mimicking me and raising his own eyebrows. I think for a moment and then grin.

"We'd have longer in bed. I wouldn't have to get up early to leave for work. We could have morning sex. And lunchtime sex if we felt like it." I say grinning. Draco looks at me and laughs.

"Is that all you think about?" Draco asks smiling

"It's hard not to think of anything else with a boyfriend like you." I simply say. Draco's smile widens into a grin and he curls up into my body. I wrap my arms dominantly around his waist and he smiles up at me.

"I really do love you." I mumble tucking his blonde strands behind his ear.

"I'd worry if you didn't." Draco adds with smile.

"I'm being serious." I say.

"So am I" Draco adds before burying his head in my chest and falling asleep slowly.

Before I fall asleep I hear a crack from the kitchen and then the sound of two unwanted visitors.

"What have we told you about knocking?" I mumble whilst stroking Draco's hair.

"Sorry." The usual voice calls. "Are you and Draco busy."

"If you mean are we making love? Then no. But were still busy." I say. Blaise walks into the room and smirks.

"Yeah you look really busy." He says sarcastically.

"Leave them alone Hun. We do that." Evan says joining Blaise at his side.

"To what do I owe this pleasure? Or did you just fancy breaking into our flat?" I ask sarcastically.

"We've been through this many times. Apparation does not constitute breaking in." Evan mutters grinning.

"Yeah. Pc pouf has been through this many times." Blaise adds with his usual cheeky grin.

"Awe, so now you're using pet names aren't you cute." I mutter whilst rolling my eyes..

"Harry the sarcastic tone doesn't suite you. That's more you're partners expertise." Blaise says with a wave of a hand.
"I resent that." I hear Draco mutter into my chest.

"Oh god, he is alive." Blaise mutters smirking.

"Of course I'm alive." Draco snaps as he sits up and leans into my chest.

"I thought vampire's only came out at night?" Blaise asks cheekily and sitting down on the sofa across from us.

I can only hear the words. "Cheeky" "Bastard" and "Git" coming from Draco so I tend to ignore him.

"Well anyway." I begin. "Why are you here?"

"Are we not allowed to see our friends?" Blaise asks giving puppy dog eyes.

"Not when it's late." I mumble.

"It's 9;30!" Blaise announces. Then he grins. "I'm sorry would you old ladies like to go on bed on time so you can both read you're books instead of having sex. Or watching movies above a 15 on the TV."

Before I can say anything Draco glares at his best friends and holds up his hand.

"One." He begins flicking each finger as he counts. "We go to bed later. Then 9:30. We just appreciate some alone time. Two; Harry and I have never sit in bed reading books. Three; we actually do have sex. And unlike you we have it anywhere. On the sofa. The floor. The…"

"Enough information." Evan mutters.

"Do you have to share our sex life with everyone?" I hiss. Draco turns and glares playfully at me.

"May I finish?" He snaps.

"Of course." I mutter. I notice Blaise and Evan smirk at the way Draco is acting before Draco continues.

"Four. We stay up later watching films. Or any TV. Five: we watch films above a 15. And if i'm not mistaken. Evan had to take you home when we rented SawIII. So shut up. And Six…Well there is no Six. I've run out of fingers." He adds with a smirk

"I wasn't scared of the film!" Blaise protests.

"Hun, you were." Evan mumbles.

"You're supposed to be on my side." We hear Blaise whisper.

"I'm sorry." Evan mumbles.

"So anyways. How's work Evan?" I ask changing the subject.

"Dull." He simply says and Draco snorts.

"Well no wonder. Why would you think the muggle police is even more exiting than the Aurors?" Draco asks.

"Oh believe me. Being and Auror is not all its cracked up to be. I've been doing desk work for three months straight now." I mumble.

"So i guess I have it easy." Blaise smirks tilting back and putting his hands behind his head.

"Just because you have enough money to pay off all our debts. You're loved by most teenagers and get asked for autographs wherever you go does not make your job easy." Draco snaps.

"Sounds like someone's jealous." Blaise says in a singsong voice.

"I am not jealous!" He insists. "I'm becoming a very good artist actually."

"Oh so "Smart" did show one of your paintings on there show? You must be proud." Blaise says sarcastically. I can't help but laugh.

"So why are you actually here again?" I ask. Trying to change the subject before any arguments and catfights can break out.

"We were wondering if you fancied coming to Brighton with us tomorrow. It a weekend and we thought you'd like it." Evan asks.

"Yeah, sure." I say before Draco can say anything about Brighton being full of stereotypical gay men and not allowing himself to stoop that low.

"Well that's sorted." Blaise says getting up. "So we'll see you there tomorrow?"

"Yeah sure." I say smiling. And with that Evan and Blaise disappears and I'm left with ranting Draco.

"Oh. So were going to Brighton now are we?" Draco mutters.

"You love it." I tease.

"I hate it!" Draco yells. "It's full of…. of…"

"Gays?" I say and Draco glares at me.
"Yes." Draco snaps crossing his arms and leaning back into my chest.

"Well you'll fit right in then." I mutter smirking.

"So will you." Draco snaps trying to make it into an insult.

"Yeah, that's why i'm going. Oh Draco cheer up. You love it really. You get flirted with by everyone." I mumble wrapping my arms around him and resting my head in the crook of his neck.

"Fine. But I'm not dressing up." He announces.

"Draco, we're going to Brighton. Not to the Oscars." I say smirking.

The next morning.

"Harry!" Draco whines from the bathroom.

"What?" I shout. Getting quite peeved of as I've been waiting for nearly half an hour.

"We've run out of toothpaste." He shouts. I groan in annoyance.

"Just conjure some." I shout.

"But that type taste disgusting." He yells.

"They taste the same." I shout back.

"They don't." He says childishly.

"Well eat a mint then!" I yell.

"Ok calm down. I've nearly finished." He yells.

"Nearly?!" I yell. "Draco you said you wouldn't dress up."

"I'm not!" he persists.

"Then why are you taking so long??" I shout.

"Because beauty takes time." He yells and I snort.

"I only took 10 minutes." I announce.

"Well you're not beautiful." He simply says. I hear the door open.

"Gee….wow." I say as I turn around and see Draco standing in Black jeans. His purple battered converse. A tight black vest with his army jacket over the top. His hair is loose and falling around his shoulder. He walks past me, flashing a cheeky grin before tieing a scarf around his neck.

"Close you're mouth dear, you'll catch flies." Draco muttered cheekily.

"How are we getting there?" I ask. Still looking Draco up and down.

"Apparating aren't we?" He asks.

"Draco we cant apparate into a muggle public place. You'll traumatise the muggles." I say rolling my eyes.

"There gay I don't think that will traumatise them." Draco mutters.

"Not only gay people go to Brighton." I mutter. As I walk over to our clock room and pullout my motorbike helmet.

"Oh no. You are not taking me on that contraption." Draco snaps.

"What's wrong with my bike?" I ask.

"Its you driving it." Draco mumbles.

"I am not a bad rider." I insist.

"You go really fast." Draco whines.

"You're supposed to. It's a motorbike." I say.

"Well you go on your bike then I'll get there another way." He mutters.

"How?" I ask raising my eyebrows.

"I'll walk." He mutters and I laugh.

"You can't walk from London to Brighton." I say grinning.

"I'll go on bicycle then." He snaps. "People do it every year."

"They prepare for it first." I mutter. "Can you just grab a helmet and come on."

"But I don't want to." He whines.

"Fine I'll leave you here." I mutter.

"Suites me." Draco snaps jumping onto the sofa and stretching out onto it.

"Fine. Then you wont be ale to try out what I buy." I say going towards the door.

"What are you going to buy then?" He asks sitting up.

"Ahh. That would be telling. But I might have to try and few things on." I say. And before I can say anything else Draco grabs the spare helmet and leaps down the stairs.

"Took your time." Blaise smirks as I climb of my bike and Draco, well falls of it.

"You are not getting me back on that bike!" He shrieks yanking of his helmet.

"Nice trip down here love?" Blaise asks smirking.

"You can shut the fuck up!" Draco yells trying to rearrange his hair.

"Well we're here now lets make the most of it." Evan mutters pulling his Fiancé away before he can make anymore-snide comments.

"Come on." I mutter holding out my hand as Draco takes it reluctantly and we begin walking through Brighton lanes.

I can hear Blaise and Evan talking loudly about new preparations for there wedding. I look at Draco and see him smiling to himself as he snuggles into my shoulder as we walk along and listen calmly to their conversation.

"We'll be like that one day." I whisper to Draco. He looks up at me and raises and eyebrow.

"We'll be different though." He mumbles.

"How?" I ask smiling. I hear him chuckle rythmitacly.

"I can pass of being a house wife much better than Evan." He says and I laugh aloud making Evan and Blaise turn around and raise there eyebrows.

"God look at those two." Blaise says to Evan.

"Just like a married couple." Evan agrees smiling.

"You're the ones going over your wedding plans." Draco snaps.

"Well we are engaged." Blaise says wiggling his hand showing of the gold band around his finger.

"There's no need to show it of." Draco pouts.

"Jealous?" Evan asks smiling.

"No way. Marriage is to expensive." Draco laughs. My smile falls.

"You would like to get married one day though?" I ask worriedly.

"To you?" He asks. "Of course I would."

"Good." I say smiling again before leaning forward and kissing him softly.

"Yuck get a room." Blaise jokes resulting in him getting a rather rude hand gesture.

"Are we going shopping now?" Evan asks.

"Awe, he really is a pouf at heart." I joke.

"I need Draco to come with me, he is my best man after all." Blaise says grinning.

"Do I have to?" Draco whines.

"You wanted to do the job." I remind him.

"I'd rather stay with you." Draco pouts at me.

"Tough. You're coming with me. Harry's going with Evan." Blaise says grinning and yanking Draco down a street.

"Shall we go to the pub?" Evan asks grinning.

"You read my mind. Let the girls shop." I say laughing.

After we're seated comfortably in a nearby bar I look up at Evan who's twisting his engagement ring around his finger.

"Ever regret it?" I ask him. His head snaps up and gives me a confusing look.

"Sorry, what?" he asks me.

"Do you ever regret proposing to him?" I ask.

"Never, ask me in five years it might be a different answer. But right now. I've never loved him more. Apart from when he wakes me up in the night to tell me something unimportant" He says smiling down at his hand. "Why'd you ask, thinking of asking Draco?"

"Yeah." I say leaning on my arm. Evans eyes light up.

"Seriously?" he says smiling.

"Been trying for nearly a month now." I mumble.

"What's stopping you?" He asks.

"It keeps going wrong." I say, he gives me another confusing look and I explain to him about my disastrous proposals and he's left in hysterics.

"Well I'm glad someone thinks there funny." I mumble.

"Oh Harry I'm sorry. All the ideas are sweet. But everything that could have happened to you. Well…has." he says hiding a smirk.

"Well how did you propose?" I ask.

"I set up a dinner at Christmas and had a note inside a cracker." Evan says smiling. "And my plan worked."

"Yeah thanks for rubbing it in." I snap.

"I'm sorry. Why don't you try something easier?" Evan suggests finishing his pint of beer.

"I don't want to be boring. I want it to be something he'll remember." I mutter. I feel as if that's all I've been saying the past few months.

"Well we're in Brighton. Maybe you'll get idea's." Evan says getting up and pulling on his coat.

"What you doing?" I ask raising my eyebrows.

"We may be the men of the relationship, but I still need stuff for the wedding." He says with a smile. Then he adds. "Can't let the bride have all the fun."

"I'm sorry Evan. But are you seriously the man of the relationship?" I ask raising my eyebrows at the pink jumper he's wearing.

"Pink is the "in" colour this year. I'm setting a fashion statement." He insists.

"Excuses, excuses." I mutter.

"Shut up Harry." He jokes going in front of me.

"I'm starting to regret being gay." I moan as we come out the millionth shop.

"Why's that?" Evan asks still smiling.

"Because all gay men do is shop. And quite frankly…" I begin.

"Yes?" Evan asks raising his eyebrows.

"Quite frankly…. I fucking hate it!" I mutter making Evan tilt his head back and laugh.

"Your and old queen at heart. And you're with Draco. That must mean you're a bit of a queen." Evan says grinning.

"And you're not a queen living with that Italian drama queen?" I say with raised eyebrows.

"Blaise isn't a drama queen." He simply says.

"Oh come of it!" I smirk " All Italians are Drama queens!"

"I don't think so." Evan says laughing. "I think he's been influenced by your blonde poufter."

"Ok that I agree with." I say smiling.

"Why you not sticking up for him?" Evan asks.

"Draco is an old queen. I cant say its not true." I say and Evan laughs.

"To marrying old queens!" Evan says grinning.

"Soon to engaged to an old queen." I correct.

"Fine then. To the old queens!" He says grinning.

"Here, here." I say laughing. I stop suddenly as I stare into a shop window.

"Mr potter? Is that a light bulb above you're head?" Evan asks coming and standing next to me it turn and smile at him.

"It sure is. I'll be right back." I barley say as I dash into the shop.

"Feeling better?" Evan asks as we sit in a café waiting for Draco and Blaise.

"Much better. I have a feeling this idea is going to work." I say smiling.

"What idea?" Draco says suddenly slumping down next to me.

"Bloody hell did you two just appear?" Evan asks after giving his fiancé a kiss.

"Didn't you hear us? He was moaning." Blaise says pointing at Draco.

"I was not!" Draco insists.

"You so were. "Oh my feet hurt, can we go back now." Blaise says mimicking Draco.

"If looks could kill." Evan says looking at Draco who looked practically fuming.

"I hate shopping." Draco snaps.

"No you don't you love it." I say.

"Well I hate it with him." Draco snaps pointing a finger at Blaise.

"What did he do then?" Evan asks ordering another round of drinks with a wave of a hand.

"He dragged me in every shop. And he is the most embarrassing person to shop with." Draco begins.

"Why?" I ask sipping my fresh orange juice.

"He is so clumsy! He tripped over everything and knocked over three manikins." Draco snaps before turning to Evan. "How do you put up with him?"

Evan laughs calmly before saying. "Practice. And a lot of happy pills."

"The last one is a lie." Blaise snaps.

"Ok the last one is a lie." Evan says chuckling.
"And I am not clumsy!" Blaise says swinging his arm around and knocking the drinks of the table and into my shopping bag…oh no…my shopping bag.

"Oh Harry I'm so sorry!" Blaise says immediately picking up the bag.

"It's ok. I mutter trying to work out in my mind whether to laugh or cry. I take the bag of him.

"I'll just go and clean it up." I mumble emotionless before leaving for the men's loos

"I need to go to the loo." Evan suddenly says getting up.

"Why?" Blaise asks. Evan leans forward and whispers into Blaise's ear making Blaise pale. "Ok." He croaks.

"What was that about?" Draco asks once Evan had left.

"You don't want to know." Blaise mumbles.

"Is it ok?" Evan asks once he's joined me in the men's loos.

"It's a T-shirt. Not a human being." I mumble trying to smile while soaking the shirt in a sink.

" I know but its was special to you." He says. "Wont don't you take it to the drycleaners?"

"That's an idea." I say pulling the shirt out the sink. "Do you know where it is?"

"I think I know why you're so frustrated. It's like you're cursed." Evan says after we were settled in front of the spinning washer.

"Thanks Evan. So I'm now cursed." I snap jokily.

"Well that's what it seems like." Evans simply says.

"I know I'm cursed." I mutter.

"It's like everything you do you just fail whilst doing it." Evan simply says. Again.

"You know that's really not helping." I mutter getting irritated

"I'm just saying it like it is." Evan says.

"Well don't. It's bad enough that this sort of thing keeps happening to me." I snap. Before we can say anything the machine in front of us stops spinning.

"The moment of truth?" Evan says getting up.

"I guess so." I mumble opening the door and pulling out the shirt. Before I can even say anything Evan clamps a hand over his mouth, and I soon realise why when I turn the t-shirt round and I'm left with the t-shirt saying

"arry"

"Stop laughing." I snap at Evan who is finding it hard to breathe.

"I'm not." He muffles through his hand.

"You are." I snap.

"You could still give it to him?" Evan suggests.

"Oh yeah. He'll know what it says wont he?" I say.

"He might?" He suggests.

"He's not psychic. The first thing he'll think I've given him is a t-shits saying, "Harry" I say sitting down on the bench and putting my head in my hands. "Maybe I should just give up."

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