(A/N: I'm so sorry it took this long to update, btu as you can see I've been busy lol. Well yeah this chapter was one of my favorites to work on thus far for some reason. I hope you enjoy it and the next chapter (which will hopefully be up sooner then this one even though school is starting) will shed some light on Ron's situation and his wife and I plan on making the story hit a huge twist in about...5 chapters at the least cause I wanna stretch it out. Only one person knows about this twist (cause I can't keep my own secrets sometimes ) and she was pissed as all hell when I told her, cause it was so drastic so there's something to look forward too . Well here is chapter six and I hope you enjoy it )

Chapter 6

A misty jet of water sprayed into his face. Drops of pure, clear liquid dripped, traveled, and traced down from his chin to his neck, down his chest, back, abdomen; every inch of his body. His eyelids parted, and his cloudy gaze met the coarse white ceiling (The same coarse white that was spread throughout the rest of the house). It reminded him of paper, which reminded him of parchment, which in turn reminded him of all those wasted (at least he felt this way) years at Hogwarts. With a grunt his soft hands twisted the iron, rusting knobs and the water slowly ceased. He stepped out of the tub and went to the sink.

He wiped his hand along the foggy mirror and looked at himself with a blank expression. Through frazzled strands of gold, he saw those same piercing grey eyes, pointed face, and pale complection. He, or anyone else for that matter would consider him positively attractive at the very least, but it wasn't for a Malfoy to admire himself, it was for the rest of the general population to do the admiring, it was the Malfoy who told them if they were doing it right.

He grabbed a towel off of a iron rod jutting from the wall and began to pat himself down, all the time wondering where in heavens name his love might be. He again peered into the mirror and brought his face closer to it, his nose almost touching the mirror.

"You just wait till find you." He said with a playful smirk.

From inside the bathroom he began to hear someone yelling. It wasn't the shrill yelling of a crying baby. Nor the high pitch yelling of a damsel in distress. It was the voice of a man. He looked to the door, confusion on his face as the yelling continued through the doorway. He went to it and began to twist the knob when he heard his name. Whomever it was, was yelling his name at the top of their lungs; a tone of painful yearning rang as the last syllable of his name left the man's lips. He opened the door and stepped out, the towel draped around his shoulders. His wet feet pressed against the wood floors (which were far from spectacular) as he slowly made his way down a small hallway that lead to the main room. He turned the corner, patting his hair down with the towel, and saw Harry, calling his name desperately out of the window. With a smirk Draco made his way towards Harry slowly, sneaking up on him the best he could. Tiptoeing across the floor. He was footsteps away from Harry, he could smell the scent of lavender in his hair; he relished in it.

Tears streamed down Harry's face. Partly from sadness, partly from frustration and anger. If anything happened to Draco, he would never forgive himself, and all the same he realized that yelling outside a two story window wasn't going to do any good. Just as he was about to turn around and head for the door, he felt someone's wet body being pressed up against his back. He looked down and a pair of strong, milky colored arms were on either side of him. Gripping the paint chipped window sill. He felt someone place their chin on his shoulder, their head resting in the crook of his neck; out of the corner of his eye he could see nothing but gold.

"Lavender...my favorite." he said inhaling his cent, his hands now running down Harry's arms. "I missed you, you know? As hard as it is to believe."

"Draco—" Harry began, but Draco pushed his body closer to Harry's, therefore cutting him off.

"Why can't you just let me be romantic without trying to ruin the moment?" He said playfully, rubbing his cheek against Harry's like a cat of sorts.

"But—"

"We have things to talk about? See there you go again. I know Voldermort is out there, and I know you've been longing to face him but we will get to that in due time."

"He doesn't remember...?" Harry thought to himself.

"Draco, you don't understand, we—" but his breath hitched at the feeling of Draco's lips slowly sucking on his neck."

Draco's kisses trailed up Harry's neck to his cheek, and across his jaw line. He placed his index and middle fingers gently on the side of Harry's face, turning it towards him where their lips met. The kiss was instantly deepened, but it was slow and sensual. Their lips danced, their tongues collided, and heads shifted. Harry slowly turned around to face him, their lips not parting for a single moment. He leaned his back up against the window sill and wrapped his arms around Draco's neck, Draco placed his arms back on either side of the window sill. Draco pushed against Harry, Harry placed one hand on the window sill for balance, his back coming close to being outside of the window. Harry knew there were more important matters at hand, and he of all people knew they should be being addressed, but he had to admit, Draco was a very persuasive person.

Lilla walked down the alley with a slight rage in her step cursing herself for forgetting her contacts. Her high heeled leather boots pounding against the loose pavement, her hair wafting in the slight breeze she was making by her sheer momentum.

"He better like these, it's hard enough to make cookies but when you can't see the directions—God!" She said, gripping the plate of cookies she had made for Harry.

He hadn't been at work for sometime now. And although most of the staff could care less, she was genuinely worried about him. Although she was aware of his extreme dislike of the job, she knew he would never miss a day of it, Harry never half assed anything as far as she was concerned.

For no particular reason she looked up to the building in which Harry lived in and saw his figure almost hanging out of the window. A look of sheer horror spread across her features. He wouldn't...he couldn't...Harry Potter wasn't capable of suicide...was he?

Her fast paced walk turned to a sprint as she dashed out of the alley to the city street and made her way up the stoop of the all brick building. She ran into numerous people on the way, but at the moment the little girl selling girl scout's cookies who was obviously getting in her way, and the old man who was moving just a little too slow for her liking had it coming.

Draco grabbed Harry by his ass, and slowly led him to the iron framed bed which he had unknowingly spent many a night and day on. He pushed the boy who lived on it and began to straddle him. Harry grinned at the current situation he was in, and slowly brought his face up to Draco's. He placed a small peck on Draco's lips.

"I missed you too." He whispered before Draco's lips came down on his once again.

They tossed and turned in the white sheets, each brush of Draco's member on Harry's body erecting a moan of the highest magnitude. Harry's jacket was hastily pulled off by Draco and thrown to the floor, along with his t-shirt and his belt. Harry shifted his weight, turning he and Draco so that he was on top of him. He kissed Draco once more on the lips, then his lips trailed down to his chin, neck, collar bone, chest (where he planted a few more miscellaneous kisses) to his abdomen; Draco grabbed at his jet black hair urging him not to stop, a whimper escaping him. Harry's long hair brushed against Draco's ivory skin, his hands caressing Draco's muscular chest before his head went even lower.

Lilla made her way up the stairs in the apartment complex like a mad woman. Skipping stairs with large, hurried steps. She tried her hardest to make it in time for fear of what might have already happened. Millions of thoughts went through her mind. Many questions she kept replaying over and over again, no answers seeming to come to her.

"I know his life wasn't the best, but suicide, why?" She thought as she came to the hallway at which his room was located.

Draco roughly pulled off Harry's pants, Harry's legs in the air. Harry laughed playfully at this gesture and fastened his lips onto Draco's the minute his jeans hit the ground.

"What could he possibly be thinking, he has too much to live for." Lilla thought aloud counting off the numbers; 234, 236, 238...

Draco's hands traveled all over Harry's body, the heat in the room building. Harry ensnared blond hair in a tight grasp. He sat on Draco's lap straddling, his own hair ruffled and untidy. He kissed Draco fiercely, his tongue swirling in the former Slytherins mouth, Draco's hands going up and down all over Harry's back. Draco broke the kiss and connected with the front of Harry's neck; Harry felt the pleasure to his fingertips, he threw his head back and released a baritone moan that resounded throughout the room.

Lilla's pace was quick and slightly frantic as she searched for room 324, "How can he even think of leaving me, and everyone...well me—but that's all he needs. I swear when I get my hands on him!" 302, 304, 306...

Harry could feel Draco's member nudging him in the abdomen as he pushed Draco down on his back, pinning his hands to the bed. Draco's legs were dangling off the other side of the twin sized bed, Harry kissed Draco's chin playfully; carefully making sure not to make contact with his lips.

"Damn you." Draco said with a grin; which caused Harry to place another kiss on Draco's mouth.

312, 314, 316...

Harry trembled as Draco's finger lightly grazed the hem of his boxers.(Draco was now on top, the same position in which Harry was in before.)

318,320...

With delicate fingers, Draco slowly began to remove the grey boxers.

"No Harry DON'T! Think of what ...your...leaving...be...hind...?" Lilla stood there in befuddlement; mouth gaping, eyes wide.

"Lilla.!" Harry exclaimed jumping up from his position under Draco, "Er—what are you doing here?" he tried to say with a calmer voice, but it only ended up shakier.

Who the hell is she(he)?" Draco and Lilla said in counterpoint, Lilla adverting her vision with her hand.

"Um—Lilla, Draco, Draco Lilla." Harry said covering the massive rection he was experiencing with a pillow..

"Pleasure." Draco said sarcastically.

"Charmed." replied, the same amount of sarcasm in her voice, "Harry, when I saw you hadn't been at work for so long, I just assumed that you were sick so I brought you..."

"Thank you so much." Harry said, jumping up and taking the saran-wrapped, seemingly edible, parcel from Lilla's hands.(the pillow still tightly held to his crotch.)

"There you've been a good little delivery girl, now can you please leave?" Draco spat at Lilla, his request sounding more like a demand.

"I will leave when I damn well please." Lilla said, taking a seat in a small wooden chair next to the door, "So Harry would you be so kind as to tell me who your oh so friendly visitor is?"

"Well you see..." Harry began.

"As far as you are concerned I am someone far more important than you are, " Draco said snatching a sheet to cover his waist and making his way across the room, "And I believe you were just leaving." He said, holding the door open; waving his arm in a way as to gesture her to leave.

"I believe," Lilla stood up and slammed the door, "I was talking to Harry!"

"You guys! you guys can't we just talk about this?" Harry said coming in between the two of them, as he could see their tempers were fuming.

It wasn't until he was between them, arms stretched out to keep them apart, that he realized that he had dropped his pillow. Harry felt the blood begin to rise in his cheeks. Both Lilla and Draco glared at each other and then with a huff of air and maybe a grunt from both of them they turned away. Lilla went to her chair and Draco's went back to the bed, where me made himself at home and just laid there his legs spread out, the sheet messily sprawled across his body.

"Care to make yourself decent?" Lilla said, appalled.

"Care to kiss my arse?" Draco said, not looking at her rather drawing invisible shapes in the air above him.

"Maybe! We should go out." Harry said before Lilla was given a chance to retort, "Coffee?"

"Sure," Lilla answered getting up from her chair and heading for the door, "But maybe you and you boyfriend here should put on some clothes, don't want unintentionally insult any passers by."

"You say it like it's a bad thing" Draco said looking at her a sneer on his face.

Lilla stopped in her tracks and began to say something but as if mental deciding against it, she inhaled, and counted to ten as she made her way out of the apartment.

"I'll see you there Lilla." Harry said apologetically; closing the door behind her, "You could have at least tried to be a little more polite." Harry said turning towards Draco with folded arms.

"Me, show respect for a Muggle, maybe you don't know me as well as you thought." Draco said making his way out of the bed over towards Harry(Once Lilla left he discarded the notion of being decent, along with the sheet)

"Well all I'm saying is you could at least make a little effort to be remotely nice. I'm not saying compliment her on her attire, or open any doors for her but just lay off a bit."

"And what if I don't?" Draco asked with a husky voice. He was now right in Harry's face, one hand against the door looking at Harry with a amorous grin.

"Oh trust me," Harry brought his face closer to Draco's and grazed his nose against his, "You will."

With that Harry removed himself from his position on the door and headed towards the bathroom. Draco made his way over to the bed and as soon as Harry closed the door to the bathroom he flopped down on the bed, flailing like a rag doll at the immediate contact.

"Who was that?" Draco asked, yelling over the sound of running water in the bathroom. Draco took one of the cookies out of Lilla's package, and gave it a once over. He put the cookie close to his nose and smelled it. With a sickened look on his face he took that, and the whole thing and tossed it out of the window.

There was a silence before Harry answered, "...Er—Lilla—ah—why?"

Harry knew something came after his answer but he felt it better if he ignored it. Any sort of conversation with Lilla would lead to him explaining how he had been in a coma, which would then lead to the whole Death Eater conflict. It was strange how just 30 minutes ago, Harry was ready to tell Draco everything, but, after that kiss and after all of the feelings, emotions, and memories of the happiness he once shared with Draco came flooding back to him—he would do anything to keep it that way for as long as possible. Even if that meant keeping a part of his lovers life from him at all cost, at least for the moment.

For the first time since he had woken up Draco actually looked around at his setting. He was disgusted at what he saw, and further more couldn't believe someone he found worthy of having his heart would settle for such revolting, nauseating, positively inhabitable conditions. He turned onto his stomach and began to search under the bed. He swiped his hand under the it until his hands grasped something soft and a little torn. He pulled out a blood stained, black pepper colored turtle neck sweater that was riddled with holes and a pair of black slacks, also very holey. With a disapproving grunt he unfolded the clothes roughly and took a once over at them when on the floor with a slight tat his wand fell out of the bundle of clothes. He looked at it for a second and then at his surrounding area, then again at his clothes. A smile traced across his face.

Harry stepped out of the tub and blindly reached for his towel. He whipped his face and dried his hair before tying it around his waist.

"Draco, we might have to buy some for you clothes since mine are probably too small, but for the time being go through my chest(he never got rid of that old thing even after his Hogwarts years) there should be something in there that should get you through the day."

Harry waited for an answer, but there was none. He put on his glasses and opened the bathroom door. He started down the small hall calling Draco's name. He was mid way through his name a second time when his breath hitched and all ability to talk left him. The sight that met his eyes was a shock at the least.

"You like it?" Draco asked coming over to him in a new pepper colored sweater(sleeves rolled up) and black slacks; draping his arm over Harry's shoulder.

The old stark, coarse white walls were replaced with a smooth, kiwi type green with white crown molding. The old, moldy looking wood floors were replaced with ebony hardwood a tan colored, square area rug in the middle. There was a plush, square looking orange armchair in the farthest corner with a circular glass table, a vase of Lavender Flowers(Draco's favorite) atop. There was a matching, ebony bookcase on the wall near the door that stretched to the ceiling a multitude of books stacked on it. The old twin sized, metal framed bed was replaced with a Queen sized bed with ebony wood frame, kiwi green comforter and forest green and orange accent pillows(some stripped with many shades of green). There was a wall with a large cut out square separating the foot of the bed from the rest of the room(a slate blue color), candles resting on the thin strip of surface space at the bottom of the square. Many modern, abstract paintings hung across the as well as a long, low glass table adjacent from the foot of the bed with assorted figures and small statues on it.

Harry was in awe, partly from the sheer beauty of what he saw, partly because he couldn't believe the number of Death Eaters that were probably zeroing in on them at this very moment.

"I'm not interior designer but," He made a square with his fingers and looked around the room through it, "I did a damn good job."

Harry went over to the small circular table with the Lavender flowers on it and picked one up. He breathed in the euphoric smell before turning to Draco.

"Put it back to the way it was, all of it." Harry demanded not wavered by the confused look Draco shot at him.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Why? This is ten times better then that shit hole you've been living in!" He exclaimed moving towards Harry.

"Just turn it back, now!"

"Why!"

"...I have my reasons." Harry said flatly as he made his way past Draco, "Damn it! Where's my trunk?"

"Over there." Draco said plopping down on the bed, pointing in that direction.

Harry went over to it and began to rummage through it. He turned back to Draco and looked at him sympathetically. It wasn't his fault, he didn't know about the Death Eaters and how they were tracking the two of them, nor did he know of the way things were in the Muggle world. It wasn't everyday you live in a dump then over night you're in a pent house sweet. He made his way over to Draco and crawled onto the bed. He wrapped his arms around Draco's neck and rested his head on his left shoulder.

"I'm sorry, it was just a shock." Harry said reassuringly. There was no answer.

"I really do like it, and I think I just need to get used to it, so I guess it can stay."

"Good." Draco said turning around and pushing Harry down on the bed, "I didn't plan on changing it anyway." he said grinning, before he pressed his lips against Harry's.

"Draco," Harry asked breaking the kiss, "Where did Lilla's cookies go?"

"Um...well..." Draco said, smiling nervously down at Harry.

"Now remember what I said." Harry said to Draco much in the way a teacher would a kinder-gardener as they walked down the sidewalk towards the café, "No Voldermort, no curses, jinxes, or enchantments, and most of all—"

"Be, polite I understand mommy dearest." Draco said sarcastically.

"Draco I'm serious!"

"Yes, yes I never did see what you found so interesting about these Muggles. Ever since that Mudblood Granger, how is the old bushy haired strumpet anyway?" Draco asked casually.

"Draco!"

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. God, seems their lack of humor has rubbed off on you too, I just might have to reconsider this whole relationship thing."

"Look there she is, now don't forget." Harry said ignoring Draco's last statement.

Lilla was sitting at the table, sipping a cup of coffee, and looking at her favorite magazine when she heard Harry calling to her. She got up and embraced him in a warm hug. Over his shoulder she saw Draco coming and her smile quickly faded. She went over to him and stuck out her hand roughly.

"I forgot you were coming, how inconsiderate of me" she said through a forced smile.

"Yes how inconsider—" He was interrupted by a glare from Harry, "I mean, no problem. I'm here now and that's all that matters." He said through an equally forced smile.

"We are going to have to talk about this later." Lilla whispered into Harry's ear as she and Draco took their seats.

"Excuse me, but like could I take your order." a female waiter with a accent that reeked of what American's called "Valley Girls" said with a over exaggerated, smile she was obviously a foreigner.

She had a short, platinum blond(fake) ponytail on the side of the top her head. She also had a strong orange tinge to her and smelled of tanning lotion and strawberry scented lip gloss. Lilla gave her a once over and smiled a smile that reeked of a condescending attitude.

"Yes..um—er—well I think I'll have the—a—mocha espresso, and um Dra—"

"I'll have the black coffee, no sugar, no creme" he interrupted, eyeing the news paper(even though he would never admit it, it was kind of weird looking at still photos)

"Mkay, well it should be ready in about—soon, k? Byes." And with that, and a pitiful attempt at a wave with her cheesy acrylic nails she retreated into the café. About fifteen minutes later, Heather, as her name-tag read, returned with their coffee and then went to tend to another customer.

"She was absolutely something." Lilla said eyeing her magazine.

"Truly, I wouldn't expect some like her to be able to walk and chew gum at the same time let alone follow a 2 part order."Draco said also eyeing his newspaper

"My sentiments exactly." Lilla not looking up from her magazine.

Harry looked at them both strangely and gave a little chuckle at how much they looked a like when they both sipped from their coffee and put it down at the same time; all the while not looking up from their separate articles of reading. Harry at that moment realized, even with respect from both sides, they would never become the friends he hoped for, two Dracos or two Lillas was too much for even themselves to handle, let alone the rest of the world.

After they finished their coffee and had a involved conversation, three times in which Harry had to settle the two of them down before they started throwing dishes, and twice he had to kick Draco in the shin under the table for almost mentioning magic, and Lilla Ryan.

"I have an idea." Lilla said as they began to leave the café, "How about we go out tomorrow night, you know just the three of us?" Lilla said, looking at Draco hoping he would decline.

"Well, Lilla thank you but I don't think—"

"We can't wait, we will be there." Draco interrupted putting his arm around Harry's waist.

"Yes...well...I'll stop by and we will walk there together, it's right by your apartment. It's this new club I've been meaning to check out, and it's gay friendly so there won't be any problems with PDA or anything of that nature."

They said their goodbyes(Draco and Lilla had more of a stare down) and both went their perspective ways.

Ryan walked down the sidewalk a gold and red scarf in the pocket of his fitted, grey hoody.

"He just might be at the café today, just...maybe." He thought as he walked down the relatively empty sidewalk, a smile coming to his face when he remembered the feeling of Harry's lips against his.

He looked down at the many red and gold leaves that littered the pavement and then looked up. At first a smile came across his features when he saw Harry coming his way, but then that smile soon disappeared when he saw him with a tall, very attractive, blond man. He and the man were laughing, the man's arm around Harry's waist. Ryan looked down at the ground again. He was scared to look up, but against his better judgement he looked up anyway. He saw the man push Harry up against the brick wall of some building and press him lips fiercely against Harry's(after a little playful refusal on Harry's part.) Ryan's heart sank. He looked down at the ground again, his hood pulled tightly over his auburn hair and walked past. He made his way up the hill that man and Harry had just come down and took the scarf out of his pocket. He looked at for a second before stuffing it roughly back in his pocket. He pulled his hood tighter over his head when a strong breeze came through, stirring the leaves up off of the ground.

"Hope I'm not late for work..." he said frigidly as he continued walking.

Ryan looked back one last time at Harry and Draco, whom were still kissing on the brick wall. Ryan felt his stomach in his throat and quickly turned back around, walking faster then he usually would. Trying to get away from that horrid sight.

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