Again, sorry for the long wait.

Chapter Four:

Draco was surprised by how easily Harry and he fell into a pattern. They always took turns cooking the meals and spent their evenings leisurely together. Draco still couldn't get Harry to go any farther than the backyard, but he counted that as progress and thus, a victory for himself. Draco found himself wondering what Harry did during the day when he was busy at work, but the man didn't let onto anything and Draco was honestly afraid to push the man. He was afraid he would leave.

Draco was never one to admit that he was a sentimental fool. He personally thought that matters of the heart often got in the way of making decisions; however, he was ready to throw that ideology out the window if it meant that Harry's smile would actually meet his eyes. The man would laugh and seem like he was enjoying himself but Draco could see through Harry's carefully constructed mask down to the pain that still had a hold over Harry's heart. He wanted the man to enjoy life like he had back in school; yet, Draco honestly didn't know how to make Harry believe that he was suppose to be here for more than to just defeat Voldemort. The man was just to stubborn.

Draco made his way into the library to find Harry staring out the window. He leaned against the door before he cleared his throat to get the man's attention. "If you like the view so much why don't you go outside to see it? It's a warm day."

"No, that's okay." Harry replied with a faint smile.

Draco rolled his eyes in response. "Potter…Harry, go outside."

Harry turned to look at Draco who cocked a brow in answer. Harry knew that Draco was being patient with him and that he only slipped into demanding mode when he was desperate for Harry to do something other than what Draco had labeled, mope. Harry sighed as he got out of the chair. He really didn't want to hear Draco go on about how Harry was acting like the love of his life had just died. He headed towards the door to appease Draco.

He opened it and didn't move. Draco pushed him lightly on the back and closed the door behind both of them as they stood on Draco's front step. "See, that wasn't so hard was it?"

Harry shrugged in answer. "Now what?"

Draco moved past him to sit on the next step down. He patted the ground next to him and Harry obediently sat. They sat in silence for a while before Draco glanced over at Harry. "It's your birthday soon."

Harry mumbled something unintelligible in answer.

"Surely you'll want to do something for it."

"Not really." Harry answered with a shrug.

Draco gave a weary sigh. "Well, I do. I refuse to have you sit around her like a lump having life pass you by. I keep thinking that you're hoping to wake up someday to find Severus or Voldemort standing over you bed ready to kill you."

Harry eyed him seriously. "If I remember correctly, it was you standing over my bed a week ago threatening to kill me if I didn't get up."

Draco smirked in answer. "You were being a lazy sod." When Harry didn't reply Draco returned to the topic he had been wading into. "Well I guess for your birthday then I'll invite over some of your old friends."

Harry's head whipped around so fast Draco was afraid the man would get whiplash. "You're going to do what!"

"Harry, when was the last time you saw Granger or the Weasleys?" Harry did a perfect impression of a fish and Draco smirked. "Exactly, they'll be over on your birthday around six."

"Please Draco, can't it just be you and me or something?"

Draco got up with a sadistic smile. "As much fun as that would be, no."

Harry groaned.

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Six o'clock rolled around quickly and to Harry's greatest fear the doorbell rang to announce the arrival of the guests. He listened in fear as Draco answered the door and exchanged well mannered words with Ron and Hermione. He dug his hands into the leather of the couch, wishing for the day to be over. He wasn't ready for this and damn Draco to hell for thinking he was.

Ron and Hermione came in to view and Harry forced a weak smile on his face and loosened his grip on the couch. "Hey guys."

"Hey mate!" Ron replied with a smile as he leaned over the back of the other couch. "So this is where you've been huh?"

Hermione elbowed Ron in the ribs before turning a smile onto Harry. "It's nice to see you again."

The guests began to file into Draco's house all of them greeting Harry before mingling with the others. Draco came and pulled Harry out of his spot to lead him into the rest of the group by his shoulders. Harry put up a fight until Draco whispered in his ear to behave.

"I have all of them in my house Harry. You will be nice to them and be the proper host." Draco hissed.

Harry glared at him over his shoulder before he was face to face with his guests who consisted of the Weasley clan, Neville, Luna, Seamus, Dean, and Hermione. He made small talk and entertained them how Draco had asked but in reality his heart was as frozen as it had ever been and this wasn't helping.

Harry watched as Draco exited the room in an excuse to use the loo. Harry had a sneaking suspicion that Draco wanted to get away from all the Gryffindor cheer. He turned his attention back to his friends only to find them all watching him.

"Harry, why here?" Hermione ventured quickly.

"Yeah mate, you know you could have came and stayed with us if you wanted some company." Ron intruded. The rest of his friends nodded in agreement.

"I-It's not about company, although that is an added bonus." Harry remarked meekly. The last time he had had all of their attention like this was after he had become a murderer. This was not putting him at ease.

"Then what's it about Harry?" Luna asked, her eyes wide. For once, she could not see what Harry needed.

"I'm not the Harry you use to know, Draco is trying to help me with that."

"But why Draco?" Ginny questioned harshly. "Why him of all people?"

"Because…" Harry trailed off. What he wanted to say was that Draco eased the pain, that Draco didn't treat him like a hero and instead treated Harry like he was some ordinary guy who was having an off day. Draco joked with him and pushed him to hard sometimes, but that was what Harry knew he needed right now. He didn't need people walking on glass around him. "Because Draco is just the right amount of push I need."

Ron snorted in answer. Hermione shot him a dark look. "I'm sure he didn't mean it like that."

"Mean what like what?" Harry asked, generally confused.

"You're joking right?" Ron remarked. Harry just stared at him in answer. "The whole Malfoy family break up; it was in the papers Harry!"

"Oh, well I haven't been reading those." Harry replied dully. Draco had mentioned something about that hadn't he? Harry hadn't thought it important enough to go looking into.

"Maybe you should have." Ginny replied. "Harry, the Malfoy's disowned Draco because he won't be providing an heir to the family line."

Harry looked at her with his confused gaze.

"Bloody hell Harry." Ron spurted out angrily. "The bloody git is gay!"

"Oh?" Harry replied in indifference. And then it caught up to him. Draco was gay. Well, in truth he could kind of see that coming. Harry looked at his friends who were waiting for a more appropriate reaction. "Um…okay."

"Okay?" Ginny all but yelled.

"Yes?" Harry replied. "It's fine with me, really. Draco is still Draco, maybe nicer and more mellow, but still the same."

"Probably because he fancies you." Ron growled.

"Ronald!" Hermione hissed as him, her eyes narrowing dangerously.

Harry mulled that over in his brain, trying to get it to function after not using it for so long. Draco fancying him? That didn't add up. Did he fancy Draco? Maybe that added up. He turned his attention back to his friends to find them arguing amongst themselves before they turned their anger on him. He wasn't supposed to be okay with this. He was supposed to come to them for help, after all, wasn't that what they were there for?

Harry felt the first emotion he had in a long time well up inside of him. Anger. "I don't bloody care!" He shouted as loudly as he could. "If you have a problem with it than leave because I am not!"

That cleared the house out quickly.

Harry watched them leave before he took his anger out on the wall. He punched it with a yell before he heard a sigh from behind him. He turned thinking maybe one of them had come back to find Draco standing there.

"Please don't destroy the house."

Harry looked at him, his hands falling to his sides, the anger dissipating.

"So I guess you now know how my parents and I had a falling out. I won't deny it, its all true. They disowned me because I won't be providing an heir for the Malfoy line. Personally, I couldn't care less, but they certainly do. I do have to say that for being so numb fall so long your anger works quite nicely."

Harry continued to stare before he glanced down at his hands. "I'm sorry. I ruined your planning."

Draco shrugged. "It's your birthday. But to think that I just brought the cake in."

Harry glanced at him to see Draco walking towards the kitchen. Harry followed him to find a small cake sitting on the counter. He looked at Draco who lightly smiled. "I kind of figured something like that would happen."

Harry looked between Draco and the cake a few times before he began to chuckle and then outright laugh. He held onto the counter for support as the laughter took his whole body. Harry heard another sound and opened his eyes to find Draco laughing with him. When they finally calmed down Harry wiped at his eyes to get rid of the tears.

"It's nice to hear you laugh like that." Draco commented before a stray chuckle made its way out of his system.

Harry smiled in answer.

Draco cut the cake into four pieces before he dished two of them onto plates and handed one to Harry. He waved his hand towards the back porch and Harry dutifully left the house to sit at the small table on the deck. Draco joined him and with a wave of his hand candles appeared on Harry's cake. Harry blew them out before he picked them out one by one only find them growing bigger to hang in the air and light themselves again to light the dark deck.

"So how long do you think they'll stay mad?" Harry asked quietly.

Draco shrugged in response. "I don't know, but I guess I better watch my office a bit more closely at work now."

Harry cringed at imagining what could happen to Draco's office. The one time he had been in it the whole place had seemed very organized and he feared what could happen to the pristine state.

Harry turned his attention back to Draco to find the man watching him with a small smile upon his face. Harry returned it before the two began to laugh again. Once they had calmed down again and had finished their cake they sat back in their chairs.

"To bad they didn't leave any presents." Draco remarked idly.

"I don't need any presents." Harry replied.

"But isn't it respectful to do so?"

"Not when the recipient won't want them."

"So you don't want any presents at all?"

"No." Harry answered frankly. However, he caught the smirk on Draco's face. "What?"

"Do you at least want my present?"

Harry blinked at him. "Is it something that you bought?"

Draco looked at him for a second. "No, its not."

"Then yes, I would like it." Harry replied with a shrug.

Draco smiled as he got up from the table. Harry expected Draco to head into the house and bring out some joke gift that the man couldn't have brought. Maybe some dirt or a flower from the garden. However, Harry should have realized that that was not how Draco Malfoy operated. Actually, Harry was pretty sure he did know it and his mind was just to overloaded from all the work it had done that night that it couldn't think.

Draco placed a hand on Harry's shoulder as he leaned down until his face almost touched Harry's. "Happy birthday Harry." And with that Draco kissed him.

Harry felt his heart flutter as he melted into the kiss and pulled Draco into a deeper one. Draco moved his hands so that one was resting on Harry's face the other one on the back of the chair as their tongues intertwined.

Draco pulled a way with a smile that Harry matched with one of his own. However, neither one of them moved their hands. Harry smirked as he pulled Draco down for another kiss, relishing in the feeling of his heart fluttering, the ice falling into the pit of his stomach in the form of nerves at where exactly his life was leading.

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