Cafe Rendezvous

By Nickainai

Chapter Eight

Draco entered Estelle's bungalow, it was a red-brick house where she had lived in the past fifty years. It was the house where she raised most of her children. There were four bedrooms, two bathrooms. There was an old treehouse where Estelle's children played, now her grandchildren played in it.

Draco saw the décor, it was a bit strange to him. The house was built in the late 1940's but had 1970's décor. Estelle hadn't been up to redecorating, especially since her late husband died twenty-some years ago in an unfortunate drowning accident.

He sighed. It was something for him to get used to. Estelle showed him to a guest bedroom where he would be staying for a while until he got himself a place to live in. The bedroom that Draco was staying in had wooden floors, painted pale yellow walls, double closets, one set of drawers, and a queen sized bed. He thought to himself, 'For now, it'll do.'

That night Estelle put TV dinners in the microwave for them both. Draco didn't like the taste, it tasted bland. He wondered if all muggles lived like this. They sat down in front of the television while they ate. The television was from the early eighties so it still had a wooden framework around it and a knob. Draco hasn't watched television since he was around ten years old, he especially enjoyed watching Gillian's Island.

The next morning, Draco woke up early. He knew something was spectacular about this day but he wasn't sure, in fact, he wasn't even sure what date it was. He entered the kitchen, Estelle already made breakfast-oatmeal.

"Good morning, Estelle. How are you today?" He asked Estelle.

The old lady smiled and replied with; "I'm fine, how about you dear?"

"I'm good…" he paused, "Hey, do you know what date it is?"

"I certainly do, why?" replied Estelle.

Draco just shrugged. "Haven't been keeping track. By the way, you haven't told me today's date."

"Oh dear. I am so sorry. It's June fifth, honey."

Draco gasped. Estelle looked at him concerned. "What's the matter?" She asked him.

"Today's my birthday." He replied. "I'm fifteen today."

"Well! Well! We must do something special today."

"Oh, no. No, it's fine."

"But I insist."

Draco decided that he shouldn't argue with an older woman. He had heard of rumors that elderly people always got what they wanted. Estelle took him out for breakfast at a cute quaint restaurant near their house. The elderly woman brought the boy to the local mall, they browsed for a while then Draco laid his eyes on some fancy shoes which he really admired. Estelle decided to buy it while Draco wasn't looking. When they got home, Estelle baked him a cake and made him his favorite dinner. Draco was very pleased when he received his birthday present, he really appreciated what Estelle went through for him on his birthday and in a short amount of time.

Yet, it wasn't the same. He missed his home. He missed his friends. He missed his parents. He couldn't help but wonder how they were. He sighed, and laid back on his bed. He kept thinking, filling up his mind with unanswered questions until he fell asleep.

The next day, Estelle woke up Draco and informed him that he had a job interview the next day at one o' clock. He gulped, he was definitely nervous. He didn't know what to wear nor what to expect. He asked Estelle questions about what to expect on a job interview and how to endure through one. She informed him what to wear, 'Professional clothes' she said. Draco then went through his drawers and rummaged through to find the perfect outfit.

After finding something decent to wear for tomorrow, he approached Estelle and requested her opinion on the clothes that he chose. She nodded, 'not bad, not bad'. But it wasn't the perfect outfit as Draco wanted, so Estelle helped him to correct everything up and made him tidy looking, even professional.

Draco looked at himself in the full length mirror. He was more than satisfied. He asked Estelle about the actual interview. Estelle informed him that she'd go and make sample questions and then they would work on it one on one. There was a lot of advising going on in the household.

On the day of the interview, Draco was feeling very confident. He couldn't have gone through this if it wasn't for the wonderful elderly woman he's currently living with. His new life was going smoothly so far, hopefully he'd get this job at the café. After all, he couldn't depend on Estelle forever, and he needed his own independence.

Estelle called a cab for Draco. He arrived to Café Rendezvous ten minutes before the interview appointment. Earlier that day he felt confident, but now his nerves were acting up, his mouth felt dry.

He entered the Café, and approached the register where Maggie was.

She smiled at Draco. "Oh good! You're here! Let's go around the back, shall we?"

Draco nodded his head. Maggie brought them to the staff room which was located in the back of the Café, there were a table and chairs where they would be having the interview in. Maggie motioned Draco to sit down opposite him.

"Hi, Hayden. My name is Margaret Kendrick. As you can see, most people call me Maggie." She introduced herself, "What is your surname?"

"White." Draco briefly replied.

"Thank you." She smiled and wrote down the answer on a blank piece of lined paper. On the other pile of the freshly-written lined paper, there was a typed piece of paper with interview questions on it.

"Why do you want to have the job?" asked Maggie.

Draco didn't expect to be asked this particular question. "Mainly to get experience, like you said, I'm a 'job virgin' and this Café seems a really decent place to work in. And also to meet new people who live locally around here, you see, I just moved here and I would like to meet people to make it more comfortable living in a new place."

"Good answer." She smiled at the answer. Maggie seemed to really like the answer. Draco let out a sigh of relief.

Maggie noticed that. "There is no need to be nervous."

"Sorry." He apologized.

Maggie asked Draco more questions, but it wasn't difficult. Draco realized that he just needed to be honest, and omit information when needed to. The interview took about half a hour. Maggie was a very friendly woman, and she made Draco feel comfortable. After the interview, Maggie gave Draco a latte and a muffin 'On the House;.

The next following days. Draco heard that he gotten the job. He was very happy about that. He had 'On the Job Training' with Maggie. Since he had no experience in the workplace, he needed a lot of help to begin with. She taught him how to take orders for customers, which was easy. She also taught him how to carry all of the things on one tray and how to balance it. It wasn't too bad. Then there was mixing the ingredients together for the treats, that was a breeze since he was really good in potions and it reminded him of home. Cooking was quite simple too.

His first few days at work, he had to make some deliveries on a bicycle with a basket. It wasn't that easy, compared to the other tasks that Maggie gave him. He had to learn his way around Syracuse, and he always had a map on hand. He got lost a few times.

However, Draco was really adjusting to his new life. His new home. He couldn't wait to see what happens in the near future.

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Harry entered the apartment and sighed. It was a mess again. He didn't understand how his boyfriend could be so messy. He frowned at this. He just had to come up with a plan to be more neat and organized.

"Hayden!!!" called out Harry. Draco walked out of the study and greeted Harry with a kiss on the lips, but he didn't react back. Draco took a step back and realized that Harry was angry. He didn't know why. "What's the matter?" he asked him.

"What's the matter?" repeated Harry. "You're asking me what's the matter?"

Draco nodded his head in response. Harry glared at him and laughed bitterly. "You honestly don't know?" he retorted back at him. Draco shook his head.

"This!" exclaimed Harry, referring to the messy apartment. "You, Hayden, are a pig!"

"Well... sorry." said Draco, shrugging his shoulders.

Harry gasped. "You don't even care, do you?"

"I don't see what's the big deal." admitted Draco.

"Oh god. You were really a pampered spoiled brat when you were younger, weren't you?" questioned Harry. Draco looked back at him guiltily, he even said;
"Guilty as charged."

"Well, as you can see..." began Harry, "I'm not very happy about this... I can't stand living in a mess. And I'm NOT your slave. You got it?"

"I never said you were!" protested Draco.

Harry just kept glaring at Draco. "Even though... You treat me like one! I was treated like a slave for most of my childhood and I don't want to endure through it again... I'm supposed to be your boyfriend. Not your housewife."

"I'm sorry... I actually forgot about that. I do really like you, Evan. Please don't dump me!" exclaimed Draco. He did really like Harry. He was afraid that Harry might dump him because he seemed so angry at him.

"Wait, wait!" exclaimed Harry, his face softened, now confused. "Who said anything about breaking up?" he asked him.

Draco was speechless.

"Just because I'm angry it doesn't mean that I'd break up with you... Hayden, I really like you too. I wouldn't throw this away because you're a slob. I just wanted to lecture you, and possibly come to a compromise or help you to become organized..." explained Harry then he walked over to Draco and gave him a comforting hug. He gave him a peck on the cheek before letting go of that hug.

"I'm sorry, I just overreacted." said Draco.

"It's okay, so did I..." admitted Harry, "Will you come to a compromise?"

"I will..." agreed Draco. He chuckled as he realized something.

Harry raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "What's so funny?"

"This... Is our first fight." he said with a smile.

"Actually, it isn't." pointed out Harry.

"I meant... as a couple." said Draco, clarifying it.

"Oh, yeah... I guess."

"And we actually survived it. We made up..." said Draco, "We can overcome anything."

Harry laughed, "So I guess its time for make-up sex?"

If Draco had anything in his mouth right now, he would've choked. "Pardon?"

"I'm kidding, relax." said Harry with a smile.

Throughout that evening, Harry and Draco had a long discussion about compromises, and how to become their lives more manageable. Harry then went out and bought some things; recycling bins, storage boxes/baskets, laundry hampers, washing machine, dryer, dishwasher... among other things.

A few days later, Harry came back home with another shock.

Draco was actually looking at lesbian pornography. Harry knew this because he caught Draco looking at the pictures when he opened the door to study.

"What is this?!" exclaimed Harry.

Draco's cheeks immediately pinked, he knew why he was looking at those sorts of pictures. He could only blurt out one word; "Research."

"Research... for what?!" retorted Harry, "You take all scientific courses! Surely, those courses have NOTHING to do with this!!"

Draco gulped, and his blush pinking even more. "It's... it's not for school." he admitted.

Harry's face fell, he looked sad.

"It's not what you think!" exclaimed Draco, feeling sorry for Harry. He clearly didn't explain everything.

Harry looked up to Draco, and locked their eyes together. "It's okay if you like girls!"

Draco didn't reply immediately. He paused in thought. "...But I don't."

Harry knitted his eyebrows in confusion, "Then why were you looking at this crap?"

"...Because, I wanted to figure out who I am... I thought if I looked at some pornography, then I'd be sure. And well, looking at girls doesn't exactly, um, turn me on. When it comes to men, it's a different story." Explained Draco.

"...Oh." Harry was speechless.

"I wanted to be sure, if I really wanted this. And I do." said Draco, and he pulled Harry's shirt so the other boy would be close to him. He kissed him abruptly, and pried the green-eyed man's lips open, putting his tongue to massage the other man's tongue.

Draco pulled away. "Now, see, I loved that."

Harry smiled. "Good. I'm glad you finally figured out your sexuality. Then, with that newfound information, it'll be easier for you to come out now that you're sure."

Draco stepped away. "I'm still not ready, I just found out, Evan."

"No, I completely understand. But it's definitely a step closer, isn't it?" asked Harry. Draco nodded, "Promise not to pressure me?"

Harry stepped forward and embraced him with a hug. "I promise you."

Later that night, Draco got a call from his basketball friends and invited him to a sports bar.

"Who's that?" asked Harry as Draco picked up the phone.

"The guys from the basketball team, we're going to the sports bar for our monthly beers!" said Draco.

"B-but we're underage!" exclaimed Harry.

Draco laughed, "Don't worry, Eddie will get us the beers!"

Harry raised an eyebrow, "And who's Eddie?"

"Our basketball Coach." said Draco then he grabbed his coat and his wallet. He waited for Harry to follow. The couple went to the sport bar which was located just behind Syracuse University. Draco entered first, Harry just followed in after him. Draco whispered to Harry; "Everyone's here already."

Eddie ran up to Draco, "Hayden! Glad you can make it! Here have a beer!" The Coach gave him a beer bottle, and looked over at Harry. "Hey, who's this?"

Draco smiled and put an arm around Harry casually, "This is my good buddy, Evan."

A blonde haired boy named Shaun ran up to Harry, and whispered to him; "Watch out for Hayden, he can get a bit wild after a couple of beers."

Harry was nervous by that statement. And Harry did need that warning, seeing as Draco did get out of control after a few beers. Draco got up on the counter and took his shirt off then threw it to Harry. He grinded and danced wildly. He was embarrassing Harry. Harry didn't know how to react to see Draco act like this. Normally Draco wouldn't act like this, but since he was under the influence, it was a different story. He screamed out; "I LIKE PENIS. I LOVE SUCKING COCK. I'M GAY AND LOVING IT!" Harry gulped, he blushed like a ripe beet, he wanted to run away and hide. The basketball team's members gasped, and then they were speechless. Draco got off the counter and ran up to Harry and kissed him passionately.

"This guy, IS THE GREATEST! He's a perfect boyfriend!" gushed Draco.

Aiden, another member of the basketball team, approached Harry and Draco and asked Harry, "You two are a couple?"

Harry couldn't say anything. But eventually he got the guts to be straightforward; "Look, Hayden here is obviously drunk, and he isn't being himself. I think I better bring him home, from the looks of it, he's going to be extremely ill the next morning." And with that he dragged Draco out of the Bar. It wasn't easy bringing Draco back home, seeing as he couldn't keep his hands off Harry and kept groping him in unappropriate places.

Harry finally brought Draco home, after forty-five minutes of practically dragging him to the apartment where they lived. Harry was pretty sure he'd have obvious hickeys by tomorrow morning. As soon as they got to the apartment, Draco, who had his shirt put back on by Harry shortly before they left the bar, he took it off and threw it onto the floor which annoyed Harry. Draco, now, was trying to take off Harry's shirt but he wouldn't let him do that. He didn't want Draco to do anything that he might regret. After a few minutes of heavy groping and making out mainly done by Draco, for Harry, it was pretty hard to resist as the other boy wouldn't just give up, the drunken boy flopped over the couch.

Then all of a sudden, there was a knock on the door, Harry went to answer it. He looked through the peephole and saw a familiar blonde haired girl, Olivia. Draco's younger sister (At least that's what Harry thought.) He opened the door but kept the chain lock on.

"Hi Olivia." greeted Harry, through the slightly open door. Olivia had a grim face on, "Can I see Hayden please?"

"Err... Hayden is quite busy right now." said Harry, then immediately apologized for his rudeness.

"LET ME IN!" ordered Olivia seeing as she was suspicious of Harry. Draco at that moment decided to get up, dropped his jeans, revealing his boxers. And walked over to Harry and flopped his arm around Harry's shoulders. "Who's here?" He asked slurry.

"It's Olivia!"

Draco smiled happily. "Oh, my darling Olivia!"

Draco pushed Harry aside and opened the door, and when Olivia saw him in his boxers, her immediate reaction wasn't too good. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!" She yelled at Harry. "Nothing!" He swore.

"Nothing... yet." said Draco, his speech garbled.

"He's drunk!" exclaimed Olivia.

"Obviously." said Harry.

"I would like Evan to do so much more to me..." said Draco dreamily. He acted as if there was nothing wrong with his current actions, and that it was normally how he acted.

"Pardon me?" asked Olivia, her eyes widening. And then she pointed her finger to Harry, "I knew it! You're a flaming poof and you decided to get him drunk so you can have your way with him!"

"That's not true!" demanded Harry although he would love to do that, but only when Draco was sober.

"Liar!"

"Yes, yes. He is indeed a liar..." said Draco, "But I wouldn't mind..."

Draco grabbed Harry around and kissed him passionately. Olivia gasped and screamed; "WHAT THE FUCK?"

"Look, Olivia, I didn't intend for what just happened..." Harry tried to explain.

"I thought he was seeing someone?" questioned Olivia angrily.

"I am! I'm seeing him!" exclaimed Draco excitedly as he took Harry in for another kiss.

Olivia ran off crying. "You fucking bastard!" She yelled as she ran down the hallway.

"Olivia! Wait, Olivia!" yelled Harry, as he pried away from Draco. He wanted to explain, but it was too late, she was gone.

The next morning, Draco had a massive hangover. Harry wasn't at home since he had an early morning class and he couldn't explain the events of the previous night. Draco didn't recall any of the events happened that night but he knew one thing; he was drunk. He returned to work that day, and was surprised to see that Olivia wasn't at work.

"Hey Maggie, where's Olivia?" He asked the older woman.

Maggie frowned, "Oh honey, she's still upset."

"Why is she upset?" asked Draco, he honestly had no clue.

"Okay, it's fine. I understand." Said Maggie and she went behind the counter. Draco shrugged his shoulders, he had no idea what's going on with Olivia.

A few hours later, Gavin came into the café for his usual guitar-singing position which wasn't for another half-hour or so. He saw Draco and decided to approach him.

"Hey Hayden, how's everything?" he asked him nervously.

"Pretty good… What's up with you, why are you acting so strangely?" Draco replied. He took a hard look at Gavin who fidgeted around nervously.

"Well, I heard about last night." He blurted out.

"What about last night?" questioned Draco. He had no clue what happened.

"Don't lie to me." Gavin stated.

Draco gasped. "Why don't we take this conversation into the kitchen?" he suggested as he picked up his tray of dirty cups and plates. Gavin shrugged, and followed Draco into the kitchen.

"Okay, you and Maggie are acting really strangely, and what is this about last night?" Draco began the conversation.

"You mean, you don't remember?" Gavin replied, then sighed. "Olivia was at your place last night, and you did something to piss her off."

"What did I do?"

"Let me tell you this, we know who you've been seeing." Gavin pointed out.

Draco was shocked. For all he knew, nobody knew who he was seeing. "Uh… What?"

"Yeah… Your roommate."

Draco laughed nervously, "And why would Olivia think that?"

"You honestly don't remember?" questioned Gavin, "This isn't good…"

"Tell me, Gavin."

Gavin ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. "Well, I guess you were drunk and you were clinging all over Evan, and more. Olivia was there and saw everything."

"Ah fuck."

"Man, I didn't even know you were… Homosexual."

"I didn't know neither, until up to a few weeks ago…" he admitted, "I didn't want to come out like this."

""I'm sorry." Said Gavin.

"Hey… This doesn't change anything between us, does it?" asked Draco. Gavin shook his head,

"But it's something that we have to get used to." Said Gavin, "Well, I think maybe you should take off the rest of the day and think about what just happened. Perhaps talk to Evan about what happened."

Draco nodded his head. 'What did I get myself into?' he questioned himself. He took off his apron and grabbed his coat then headed out of the kitchen.

Maggie saw that Draco had his coat with him and knew that he wasn't supposed to be done until closing. So she ran up to Draco, "What do you think you're doing? Aren't you supposed to work until closing?"

"Gavin gave me the rest of the day off… You see, I just found out what just happened last night while I was drunk and I need to recollect, is that okay?" explained Draco.

Maggie nodded her head. "All right. I suppose that is okay. Please call Olivia when you can."

Draco thanked her and then exited the café.

Draco finally got to his apartment. Harry wasn't there and that made him somewhat nervous because he honestly didn't know what exactly went on the previous night. But one thing for sure, he knew that he revealed his true sexuality. He wasn't sure what else revealed.

He called Olivia as soon as he finished his tea. When Draco was stressed, he would drink chamomile tea. "Hi Liv?" Once he heard that someone picked up the phone. Liv was the nickname Draco gave her when they first got to know each other during his first few months at Syracuse.

There was a sigh of annoyance. "Hello."

"Oh, Liv. Someone told me that you heard something you shouldn't have heard last night. And I am so sorry about it."

"Oh wow. You can't even admit what happened last night while you're sober." Olivia said sarcastically

"Fine… You want to admit what happened?" asked Draco angrily.

Olivia frowned. "No. Hayden… It can't be true. Can it?" She asked him, hoping it was just a mistake.

"I'm sorry. Liv, but it's true. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you earlier… It's just," he sighed, "I didn't really know until recently that…" He gulped. "I'm gay. I would've told you earlier if I knew… If I could turn back time and changed the way I outed myself I would so I could tell you in more of an appropriate way."

"I understand. Hayden. Perhaps it's just a phase. You know, a lot of people go through those kind of phases while they're really confused about who they are. You know?" suggested Olivia.

Draco knew what she meant, but he was sure it wasn't a phase. "I know, Liv. Maybe you're right."

"Will you tell me?" asked Olivia.

"You would be the first, other than Evan." Promised Draco.

"Okay. Thanks. I've got to go. See you later." She hung up the phone.

Draco was relieved that he had this conversation over. But there was a conversation that he was dreading.

When Harry got home that afternoon. Draco pulled him and brought him to the couch, they had a serious talk about what happened. Harry was only embarrassed about what happened the previous night. Draco had made him promise not to allow him to have any alcohol for a while since he wasn't ready to out himself completely yet. As if most people he knew didn't know by now.

That night, Harry woke Draco up with a piercing scream. Draco stormed to his bedroom to see what happened.

He sat at the edge of Harry's bed. The raven-haired boy was sitting up, sweating out the fear. Draco rubbed his boyfriend's back.

"You all right?" asked Draco. He had never seen Harry like this before. He was seriously concerned.

"Nightmare." Harry informed him.

"Come on," said Draco as he held Harry's hand and brought him to the couch in the living room. Draco entered the kitchen and made Harry chamomile tea to calm him down. Harry was sitting in the couch that was by the window. That particular night was raining. Harry had a blanket wrapped around his body.

Draco brought Harry the tea. The darker haired boy was the first to speak, "Would you ever kill someone?" he asked him.

Draco was shocked to hear that question. "W-what-t?" he stuttered. He was afraid that his boyfriend knew something about his past.

"I mean… If it could save other people's lives?" he asked him.

"Without a doubt." He said honestly.

"Me too… In fact, I have."

"What? Really?"

"Yeah… That's why I was having the nightmare. I get recurring nightmares about that particular killing…"

"It was two years ago. It all happened at my old private boarding school back home. There was a devious man that constantly targeted my school. He was a terrorist. He enjoyed killing people for entertainment. He wasn't right in the head. This man… Marvin… he was raised in an orphanage, and he was originally from a wealthy family but the family lost all of the fortune. Growing up, he didn't know who he was nor who his parents were. He had a… racist… outlook on life. He didn't like anyone that wasn't white. He believed that white people were the pure race. It was really ridiculous. He attended the same private boarding school as me, like me, his education was prepaid by his parents before they died. While… Marvin…. Attended school, he found out who his parents really were, and he found out that he was… half and half. That made him quite angry. He continued to taunt those who weren't… white… Even though he wasn't completely… white… He definitely was a hypocrite. Somehow… Marvin… developed a certain resentment to the school."

"…He eventually created… His own group of followers… Like a group of racists. The Klan-Klan-Klan's or something like that. He was the leader. Those people would obey Marvin or they would've went through some sort of torture. He started this group at school, he even killed one girl when he was seventeen. It was a huge tragedy at the school. Of course, the people didn't know who was the murderer at the time. Not the real one anyway. Marvin framed a misfit man who had to go through many years of guilt even though he always knew that he wasn't the murderer. That one murder turned into more murders. It was horrible. Very tragic. Throughout most of my childhood, Marvin was mainly in hiding. Nobody really knew what happened to him. I confronted him in my first year by accident when he was trying to steal something precious from the school."

"I heard rumors that something valuable at the school was being deeply protected. I had a feeling that someone was trying to steal it so me and my two best friends went through a little adventure. My feeling was right, but I didn't know that it was Marvin. He killed a professor who aided him through the attempted thievery right in front of my eyes. I could never forget that event. I was deeply traumatized and I couldn't do anything at the moment. Marvin fled. The next year, I also confronted Marvin. There was strange events occurring at the school, students would go into comas. But it turns out that he was behind it all."

"As the years passed by, I confronted Marvin more and more. When I was fourteen, he killed a classmate in front of my eyes. He wasn't interested in killing just the non-whites anymore, he just enjoyed the thrill of killing. I was immediately his next target because I would always catch him in schemes and come out of them only with bruises and scratches. The next year, one of his followers killed my godfather who got out of prison when I was thirteen. I hardly got a chance to get to know him. I was deeply devastated. The year after that, he killed my mentor, the headmaster of the school. All of those murders I just described was all in front of my eyes."

"Anyway, I was seventeen when I last confronted Marvin. He went through a shooting spree at my school. Killed an astounding number of students. A lot of students left the school though because of the murders and comas that occurred there. It wasn't safe. I didn't even attend the school that year. I decided that I needed to do some research about Marvin because I felt that he needed to be stopped and he seemed so unstoppable. I was following Marvin for a while, and I was shocked when he went into the school with that gun and began shooting random people. I couldn't take it anymore, I just took him into a secluded room once he ran out of bullets. I killed him once I had the chance. It was in the cafeteria, the murder. The students opened the doors when they heard silence…"

"They found Marvin dead. They APPAULDED me for killing a man… It wasn't like I was proud of it. I was glad that I did it because there didn't need to be more murders done by that man. However,his followers were still active, but they were captured eventually and went through insane trials… they were locked up for life. Instantly, the society began to know me as a hero who saved them all. I hated the attention. I thought it would go away once Marvin was dead. Clearly it didn't."

"After I killed Marvin. I went through a number of tests in a month so I could graduate high school. I did that. Through out high school, I played the lead for the football team. European football, that is. Anyway, a scout came to see me. He offered me a position on the England team. I took it and I played professionally for two seasons. I enjoyed playing. I was the rookie star of the team. But I didn't like the fame."

"Therefore, that's why I came here, to get away from the fame."

"Wow, Evan… I don't know what to say…" Draco was in shock. He felt that he should tell him about his past but somehow he couldn't come out and say it. "You really do have a shady past."

"I know." He agreed with Draco's comment.

"I'm glad you told me all of this." Draco admitted, "It must have been difficult for you…I can't imagine what you have gone through all of those years. You must be so glad it's over now even though you struggle about those past memories."

"Thank you, Hayden. Yes it was difficult telling you, but once I got it all let out, I felt so much better. I felt like a heavy weight have been lifted off my shoulders. Thank you for listening, thank you for not being judgmental."

Draco gave Harry a soft smile. He kissed him softly on the forehead. He brought his boyfriend to his bedroom and held him in the bed, just cuddling and comforting him.

Let's just say that Harry didn't wake up screaming again that night.: