Chapter Two for you all.

Harry had spent another week in solitude before he realized that he should probably take care of a few things. The fact that he had not visited the graves of those who had died weighed on him heavily when he realized he had forgotten and he quickly hastened out of the house to buy flowers.

After using a transfiguration spell that Harry was sure McGonagall would be proud of he casually walked into Diagon Alley to secure the location of the graveyard. He was quickly told that it could be found at the end of Hogsmead. Harry ignored the strange look the person gave him as he quickly left for the town.

Harry could spot the tall peaks of Hogwarts from where he landed and his heart fell to his feet. He wondered what exactly they had done with Voldemort's body. The sickening image of it burning met his minds eye and he shook his head to get rid of the image. Harry slowly moved through the city in his disguised form, with his flowers, towards the graves.

He hadn't expected to find so many.

Harry made sure that no one was around as he dropped the spell. This was something Harry Potter needed to do, not a masquerade. Harry eyed the first grave with a quick glance and upon realizing he had never met the person moved on. While he wished all the souls in the graveyard peace, there were a select few he was looking for.

The first person he came upon was Fred Weasley. Harry knelt next to the grave and laid the white lily upon it. He couldn't really think of anything to say and he realized it would seem very odd if someone to walk by and heard him talking to the dead. He moved on without a word.

He left flowers on the graves of his comrades that had fallen before he came upon the graves of Sirius and Remus. Harry's hands began to shake as he looked upon the graves. Tonk's grave was close by and Harry felt something in his throat build up. He blinked back tears with no success and soon found himself weeping almost uncontrollably at the graves. He laid the flowers upon the respectable graves before he leaned against the back of one and looked at Sirius and Remus's.

It hit him in that moment that he had never known when Remus and Sirius's birthdays were. The thought saddened him. Harry looked down the line before he slowly crawled to his feet. He knew that they'd be there, he could always return.

The next grave on his tour was the grave of Severus Snape. Harry looked at the grave with a blank look not knowing how to handle what had happened between them even now. He sighed as he kneeled down and placed a flower upon the grave.

"Touching Potter."

Harry turned to find Draco standing a few feet off from him holding a flower of his own. Unlike Harry's armful of them Draco looked like the flower was only meant to go on one grave. Harry could easily guess which one.

"And here I thought I was the only one mourning the death of my godfather." Draco added on as Harry stayed silent.

"Turns out you're not. Don't get to egotistical on me now Malfoy. I can actually stand to see you today." Harry bit back as he rose.

Draco frowned a bit. When had Potter become so cheeky? He walked steadily towards the grave and placed the flower next to Harry's before he rose. Draco turned to Harry to realize that the man had been watching him.

"Find me that amusing?" Draco replied with a smirk.

"Just making sure you weren't going to light mine on fire or something." Harry scoffed.

"Do you think I'm that bad Potter?" Draco replied in a calm tone.

Harry didn't reply. He took to looking down the lines of graves before he swept his eyes towards the ones farther back. He felt the numbness fall back over his heart. He was supposed to be the savior of the world and yet, so many lay dead before him. Who knew how many others had been killed by the Death Eaters while he was running.

"Quite a sad sight." Draco commented quietly as he swept the graves with his eyes as well.

"Is..he here?" Harry muttered.

"Voldemort?" Draco asked. Harry nodded in answer. "I'm not sure. But I believe that no one would allow his body in here."

Harry nodded. He wasn't sure why but the answer numbed him even more. Did he want to see the grave of the man who had haunted him for so long? That didn't make sense to him.

"You know, slamming the door on someone is very rude." Malfoy said, breaking the silence.

Harry glared at him. "You know, waltzing into someone's house without permission is rude as well."

"You had something I wanted."

"I gave it back." Harry sniffed.

"With a rather rude note." Draco replied, a smile tugging at his lips. "When did you become so cynical?"

Harry looked away in answer.

Draco sighed. "No need to answer. It comes with being numb."

Harry looked at Draco out of the corner of his eye. The man had on the famous face of a Malfoy that reveled nothing. Harry cleared his throat before he spoke. "You said last time we spoke that you went through what I am going through now and it seems that you know me better than I know myself right now."

Draco cocked an eyebrow. "Interested in my help?"

Harry looked back down at Snape's grave. "What did you mean by, getting intimate with the Dark Lord?"

Draco pondered the question for a moment trying to recall exactly what he had meant. "What I meant was that you had allowed Voldemort too far into your mind. He had started to take control, you can't deny that can you?"

Harry didn't say anything but met Malfoy's eyes in answer.

"Voldemort was powerful, that was for sure. How else do you think he began manipulating his followers if not by getting into their minds, only through the three Unforgivables?" Draco paused, his face becoming sullen. "No…he had ways of making you attack yourself so that you became a shell for him to use."

"He did it to you?"

Draco gave Harry a crooked smile. "You don't fail at a job he assigns you and then expect to be greeted with warm arms."

Harry realized the weight those words held and turned back towards Snape's grave. "I'm…sorry that he died."

"You're confusing me Potter." Malfoy replied back stiffly. "One moment you're insulting me and the next you're feeling sorry for me. I don't know what to make of it."

Harry let a small smile take his lips. "I'm not sure what to make of it myself. I…haven't been myself since the battle."

Draco rolled his eyes. "I hadn't been able to tell at all."

Harry gave a soft chuckle. He looked at the rest of the flowers in his hands before he began to move on. The last thing he was expecting was for Malfoy to follow him. Harry glanced back over his shoulder to find Malfoy's head bowed and almost somber look upon his face.

"You don't have to follow me." Harry commented.

"I know." Draco replied calmly. "However, I want too."

They continued in silence. Harry completed his respects to the dead and felt the weight lift off of his shoulders. He gave a sigh as they stepped out of the graveyard. He looked up at the spotless sky, it was a warm day.

"You know…I found my parent's graves." Harry commented idly. For some reason he wanted companionship right now. He wanted someone to tell him things were going to be okay and that he'd pull through this like he had with everything else he had faced.

"Touching I suppose." Draco remarked before he motioned Harry after him. "You look far more famished then you did our first year Potter, how about we get some lunch?"

Harry cocked a brow at how simply Draco had skipped over the matter but agreed to getting food. He was bad at lying to himself when it came to hunger. Draco led him into a small café and it was only after they had entered that Harry realized he had never put his guise back up. He glanced at the people around him; however, the place was rather empty and the few occupants in the restaurant stared at him before their eyes traveled to Draco, and then away.

"What do you feel like?" Draco asked cracking open a menu that had appeared on the table in front of them both.

"Soup." Harry answered innocently.

Draco shot him a look from across the table. "Are you serious? Potter its going on 27 degrees1."

Harry shrugged. "I want soup, I can't help that." Harry watched as Draco muttered something under his breath. A small smile took his lips. "Who knew the two of us would be sitting here."

"What do you mean?" Draco asked without looking up.

"Well, in school we didn't exactly get along. It's a nice thought to think we can be civil to one another."

Draco hummed in agreement.

"I mean…of all the people, I never thought I'd be sitting in a café with you. No offense." Harry added on quickly.

"None taken." Draco answered nonchalantly as he put down the menu. "I believe I will have a sandwich."

The waitress came over and quickly took their order. She was a woman of medium stature with a little extra weight with not very remarkable features. Harry searched her eyes for something; however, came up with nothing, not even the hint of a smile upon her lips.

"You'll have to stop that if you ever hope to make it back into normal society." Draco stated. Harry gave him a blank eyed stare. "Most people don't like when people like to read them. We all have secrets and most of us would like to keep them hidden."

Harry didn't answer. Instead his eyes went to Draco's arm where he expected the dark mark to be; however, there was nothing there. The short buttoned up shirt that Draco had on exposed his arms and so Harry knew he wasn't missing something and unless Draco had found a way to cover it up, the mark truly was gone.

"Where did uh…" Harry waved at Draco's arm. "That go?"

"Disappeared when he died." Draco remarked as if he was talking about the weather. Harry stared at him. "Bloody hell Potter, you act like you've been living in a box for three weeks. Oh wait you have."

It took Harry a second to realize that Draco was joking with him. He cracked a smile. "Very funny Malfoy." Harry paused. "So what have you been doing?"

"Working and tracking down followers that won't settle down." Draco answered. "You need to get a job."

"We'll see."

"I can picture it now. Savior of the Wizarding World turned Bum! Rita Skitter would have a field day with that."

Harry scowled at the comment. If there was one thing he hated now a days it was that woman. "Maybe I'll get a job at the ministry."

"Why not take it over?"

"To much work."

"Why not write a book."

"English was never my best subject. I always liked math."

"Math?" Draco asked in disbelief.

"Yes, you know the muggle subject of adding, subtracting and stuff."

Draco scoffed at him. "Believe it or not I'm not as ignorant as you believe me to be. It just caught me by surprise. You seem like the type that would like English."

"Well you seem like the type that would like history." Harry remarked. Draco raised a brow elegantly.

"Potter, do you not remember History of Magic? I fell asleep in that class everyday."

Harry laughed. He had to admit that spending time with someone was a nice thing. And the fact that it was someone who didn't admire him for everything was a refreshing change.

As lunch was over the two men stepped outside into the sunny weather with smiles. "We should do this again, Malfoy."

Draco turned his smile to Harry. "We could. However, that might make us acquaintances or worse friends and are you sure you want that on your reputation?"

Harry rolled his eyes in answer as Malfoy chuckled.

"And don't friends call each other by their first names?"

"Fine then, let's do this again sometime Draco." Harry replied as he stepped away. "You know where I live."

Draco watched as Harry left a look of disbelief on his face. Who knew that simply eating lunch with the guy could help with the numbness.

So how are you all liking it so far?

1 Celsius. Around 80 degrees Fahrenheit.