It's been about two weeks since my last posting. Last week I said I'd only paint until the weekend when I would go visit my friend and I'd write then on the train. I didn't feel very well most of the time so I didn't get much done. My Halloween hang over didn't help. Never play crazy eights as a drinking game.

I've had the majority of this already written for a while but some spots felt like they were missing something. Ended up working on some other stories because I felt stuck on this. My random Horcrux story is now 35 pages long and I have no idea where it's going but it's no where near done so you can look forward to that in the future.

After spending a while rereading and adding skits, I finally feel satisfied. It turned out really long. The song Shut Up and Dance by Walk the Moon made me feel energized.

Twilight Moonbeams

Cake

o0o

Turning around Draco jumped when he saw someone standing right behind him. "What the hell are you doing here Potter?" Draco snapped grabbing his chest to calm his fast beating heart. "Again?"

"Just checking up." Harry replied, leaning against the wall with a pleased smirk.

Draco narrowed his eyes in annoyance. "As you can see I'm not performing some dark ritual." He held his arms out to show he wasn't hiding anything.

"I don't know…" Harry said sarcastically stroking his chin in contemplation. Laughing lightly at the indignant look on the Slytherin's face. He'd stopped by the shop to taunt the blonde as much as possible. Malfoy was just too fun to tease.

"Are you just living up to your name?" Draco asked bitterly. It seemed like every time he needed to concentrate the Golden Boy would show up to badger him.

"What are you talking about?' Harry asked confused scratching at his messy hair. From what he knew his name meant many things like; war chief, house protector, mighty in war, and leader of an army. He was here alone here and not ganging up on the Slytherin.

"Harry as a verb means to pester or annoy." Draco poked the Gryffindor in the chest aggressively. Harry rubbed his chest since it actually hurt. "Leave. I'm working." Draco pushed Potter out of the way so he could get to his cauldron that he'd been blocking the path to. He didn't want to screw up the potion since he'd been working all morning on it.

"You don't mean that. You'd get lonely." Harry followed the blonde who whipped around to glare at him. He smirked waiting for the witty response. Bantering with the prickly Slytherin had become one of his favorite parts of his day.

George rolled his eyes as he walked in on the two bickering. "Harry leave Malfoy alone." He leaned against the doorway with a look of contemplation. Over the last few days he'd caught his friend departing the work room leaving behind a severely annoyed blonde.

"Fine. I have to get back to work anyway." Harry turned on his heel with a mischievous look on his face.

"Don't you have a kitten to save from a tree?" Draco called after him, with a smug look on his face at his comeback.

"Ha, ha, ha. Very funny." Harry didn't want to admit that Malfoy's jest was very close to what was expected of him right now. Their assignment at the moment was to wonder the Diagon Alley and assist anyone who needed help. He had even helped an old lady across the street earlier that morning.

o0o

Looking through the ingredient cabinet Draco mumbled under his breath.

George was going to announce his presence but just stopped and watched his employee.

He checked the recipe book again. "No Draco, its four Doxy Eggs not five." He berated himself putting the extra ingredient back.

"Are you talking to yourself?" George asked in amusement.

Draco jumped at the sudden voice behind him. He thought he was completely alone. "Well I'm back here all day alone with just Potters visits for company." He shrugged leaning against the work table.

"I know what you mean. I'm a social creature too." George nodded in understanding. When he had seen the Slytherin at school he was usually surrounded by his class mates who hung on his every word. It must be hard for him to have no one to communicate with on a constant basis.

...

A day or so later when Draco was going over inventory his boss entered the work with a pleased look on his face.

"I've got something for you." George claimed. After the blonde had been assaulted he had gone into a slight depression. He decided to do something to cheer him up. The talk they'd had gave him an idea.

Draco rolled his chair back to look at the red head suspiciously. "If it's another jumping snake I will not be pleased."

"No. I wouldn't try the same joke twice." George denied the accusation. He uncapped his hands and presented his gift to the blonde.

Draco starred at the Puffkin in surprise. It had bright yellow fur that was similar to the original puffskeins tone but had green tinted skin for some reason. Gingerly he reached his hand out to receive the animal. The yellow ball of fur climbed out into his cupped palms. "Why?" Draco asked curiously.

"I just figured if you needed to talk as you work you might as well have something to talk at so you don't seem crazy." George exclaimed with a bright smile.

"Why isn't it pink or purple?" Draco asked curiously. He knew the shop breaded these for the Wonder Witch line.

"I couldn't get this one to change colour. It defective I guess. Since I couldn't put it in the shop I figured I'd give it to you." Not really; George just knew that the blond would never accept one in such a girly colour. He made one especially for Malfoy, with the original coloring of a golden yellow with some changes here or there. He'd tried to charm the rodent green but instead it had come out with green skin. It was good enough though.

"Thank you." Draco gave a bright smile as the puffkin purred under his light strokes.

"You're welcome." George replied slipping out of the room.

"Now what am I going to name you?" Draco asked the little hair ball.

o0o

Stirring the cauldron he checked the colour finding it the right tone he took the stirring rod out. Looking at his pocket watch He sighed tiredly, he'd been working for a couple hours now and it wasn't even noon yet. "Missy." Draco called.

The house elf popped into the middle of the room in all of her pink glory. "Yes, Master Draco. What can Missy do for you?"

"Can I get some Earl grey tea?" Draco asked. With a wave of Missy's toy wand a steaming pot of tea with chocolate biscuits appeared on the work table. The elf must have had it pre-prepared. "You know me too well already."

"Master Draco never misses his mid-morning tea." Missy replied fiddling with the plastic wand that jingled as she turned it over in her hands. She curtsied them popped back to her place in the storage room now that she wasn't needed any more. George had placed a child's play house there for the house elf to live in.

With a light smile Draco walked over to the tray and poured himself some tea. He nibbled on a chocolate biscuit as he waited for the beverage to cool down. Picking up his new favorite cup with the chip on the rim he turned to get back to work since the potion would need tending to.

Draco stopped mid step when he saw who was standing in the doorway. "Weasley, what are you doing here?"

"I had to see it for myself to believe it." Ron exclaimed as he stepped into the work room. Looking around cautiously like he was entering enemy territory.

Draco noticed there was no hint of surprise in the Weasels tone of finding him at his brother's shop. Unlike the rage that a certain someone had gone into, meaning Weasley had time to process. "Potter told you. Of course he did since you're all attached at hip along with Granger." He scowled and rolled his eyes at the Scar Heads predictable behaviour.

"Yes Harry did." Ron decided not to mention the papers had caught wind of Malfoy working at the shop. He knew George had been confiscating the Prophet before the Slytherin could read it. "Red looks awful on you." Ron exclaimed elatedly to change the topic.

"It's magenta." Draco snapped defensively at the slight against his appearance. He readjusted his work robes self-consciously. The red head was dressed in the same grey training robes as Potter usually wore but had a yellow arm band instead of a red one. It must symbolise he was in his first year of training instead of the second.

"Ron, I was wondering where you got to." Hermione pushed aside the curtain. She heard her boyfriend's voice talking to someone else. She'd had her suspicions when Ron had slipped away and she had been proven right.

"Speak of the devil." Draco whispered under his breath so only the red head could hear.

"What?" Ron enquired not hearing the Slytherin properly.

"If one should appear the others are not far behind." Draco alleged snarkily.

She walked over and looped her arm through her boyfriends. "Malfoy, it's nice to see you again." Hermione greeted their ex-class mate.

"You too Granger." Draco replied with over enthusiasm with a fake smile on his face.

"What are you working on?" Hermione asked curiously, trying to peak into the cauldron.

"Just some weather in a bottle." Draco replied tersely. Irritated that they were disturbing his work. It was bad enough when Potter did it.

"So this is where you all got to." George exclaimed as he entered the room. "I turned around and you were all just gone."

"Weasley here was just trying to bug me." Draco scowled and crossed his arms.

"Come on Draco. You got to start calling my family by our first names." George suggested seriously. He hadn't brought up the invite yet with the Slytherin. If Malfoy ever did come to dinner at the Burrow it would be supper confusing if he didn't break the blonde of his habit. "It'll get super confusing if you address us all as Weasley."

With a curl of his upper lip Draco forced out the name "Ron" passed his lips.

"Now Ron you need to reciprocate." George enforced while turning to his brother.

"No!" Ron snapped. "Why should I? You aren't the boss of me."

"If you don't, I'll make you pay for the Fanged Frisbee you slipped into your pocket." George pointed at his brother with narrowed eyes. "Just because we're family does not mean you can pickpocket in my store without paying a fee."

Ron pursed his lips when he realized he'd been caught somehow. Ron was sure that George had been in his office and none the wiser. With great reluctance and a huge effort Ron barked out "Draco."

"There, that wasn't so hard now was it?" George clapped them both on the shoulder. They both glared daggers at him.

Draco shrugged his bosses hand off his shoulder. "Is there a reason you're here?" Looking suspiciously at the other half of the golden trio. "What, Potter couldn't make it today so he sent you two in his place." Draco narrowed his eyes.

"Hey guys." Harry greeted as he walked in.

Draco threw up his arms and stomped his feet. "I can't deal with your combined powers of annoyance in this area." He marched dramatically out of the room leaving the curtain flapping in his wake. One or two Gryffindors he could deal with at a time but not double that number.

"We're just meeting for lunch." Harry exclaimed out loud in confusion at the blonde's reaction to his entrance. He knew he'd been a slight pain lately but it was all in good fun.

"Let's go. We want to beat the lunch rush at the Leaky." George started to herd everyone out of the Slytherin's territory. He used the work room so seldom recently he thought of the room as Malfoy's, since he usually used his own office. "Once we leave Draco can get back to work."

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They were seated in one of the booths at the Leaky Cauldron by a young waitress. She kept fluttering her eyelashes at Harry who was oblivious to her advances. "Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Were all ready to order." Harry informed, they came so often they had the menu memorized. The waitress wrote down there orders while not taking her eyes off him. She left and returned with their drink orders immediately. Another patron waved her over so she had to leave.

"So how is it working with Malfoy? Hermione inquired, taking a sip of her water.

"It's been great actually. I don't know what I would've done if I hadn't stumbled across him." George exclaimed brightly. "I didn't think we'd get on but he's actually a good mate."

"He didn't seem so friendly back there." Ron exclaimed between bites.

"Draco hasn't been broken in quite yet. He is like a stray cat." George exclaimed as an example.

"What feral?" Ron asked mockingly, taking a sip of his butter beer.

"You feed him and he's yours forever." Harry added in, enjoying ribbing the blonde even though he wasn't there to witness it.

That brought to mind the sandwich that George had given Malfoy when he thought he was looking to skinny. Which wasn't a situation to joke about, though he knew Harry didn't know about it. "What I mean is, he just isn't used to being around you guys yet. I've spent hours working with him now, we've come to an understanding."

"Too many Gryffindor's." Harry added in.

"Exactly." George nodded. "Malfoy just feels a little, out of place. A cat in a sea of dogs."

"Shouldn't it be a snake in a sea of lions?" Ron asked confused.

"I was trying to stick with the stray cat eulogy." George explained with a role of his eyes.

"I get what you're trying to say." Hermione patted his hand in commiserate that they both had to deal with the two idiots. "Malfoy is surrounding by people who he used to consider his enemies. His friends have all skipped the country. It makes him seem…"She tried to find the word.

"Prickly." Harry offered up. They all nodded that it was a good description. When Malfoy was around anyone but George he had his hackles up like he was waiting for an attack. Harrying was sure his pestering wasn't helping in that department. He just didn't feel like he could straight up talk normally to the Slytherin after years of animosity between them.

"Your food." The waitress was back with their orders. She placed the plates down in front of them. Hermione and George had to switch because they'd been given the wrong meals. Ron complained because he'd been given a salad as a side instead off the baked potato he had order. The only one who had everything right was Harry.

The waitress stood there hovering beside the table as if waiting for acknowledgement.

"Can we help you?" Hermione asked with narrowed eyes. The young waitress blushed and made her way back to the kitchen. "I can't believe the way she's treating Harry like he's some god or something. You're a person too." She huffed as she stabbed her salad aggressively with her fork.

"Thanks Hermione." Harry smiled at his friend's indignation on his part. "I was hoping that people would be over the hero worship by now. It's been two years since the battle." He sighed moving his food around with his fork.

"She's just a little starry eyed." George exclaimed between chews of his Shepard's pie. "She wants to have your babies." He jibbed with enthusiasm making the brunet blush.

"The sad thing is, that that is probably true." Hermione sighed at the silliness of her gender some times. Looking at one of her best friends since child hood she could see how much he had changed since he first entered the wizard world a scrawny boy. "I don't your fame is the only reason. You have grown up to be very hansom man."

"Yeah, maybe she just wants you for your looks." Ron teased with his mouth still full of roast beef.

"That's enough guys." Harry smiled enjoying his friends making light of the situation. It was seriously crazy the attention he still received though. After receiving dozens of naked photos and marriage proposals from women and girls alike, he'd had to ward against any unknown sender. Anyone he actually wanted to hear from had to be keyed in.

"Harry what is with you hanging around the shop all the time?" George asked, taking the chance to inquire.

"I'm just visiting you." Harry replied self-consciously.

"Huh well, I seem to remember you seldom visiting until you discovered Malfoy was working for me." George looked at him pointedly. "I don't know if I should feel offended because you aren't there to see me.

"I…" Harry took a bite of his burger so he wouldn't have to reply. He couldn't answer if he didn't truly know.

George narrowed his eyes at obvious avoidance.

o0o

Draco was performing his normal morning routine.

Filling the cauldron with water and lighting the base. He was checking the list he made about what the shop needed done to decide what potion he would brew that day. Looking it over, he realized something.

Checking it twice again just to make sure; he felt like Santa Claus.

Realizing what this meant he immediately dashed out of the work room to inform his boss.

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Suddenly the office door opened.

George tried to hide what he had been doing. Grabbing a random sheet of paper and a quill to look like he'd been doing work. Looking up George sighed in relief. "Oh it's just you." He dropped the pretence and let the writing utensil drop to the desk. "I thought you were Verity."

"Why would it be so bad if I was Verity?" Draco asked letting the door swing shut behind him.

"She doesn't like it when I slack off." George shrugged and propped his head up on his hands. The blonde women had been hanging out more and more around the shop as they got closer to reopening. She claimed she was familiarizing herself with the products so she could be the best sales women.

"What were you doing?" Draco asked curiously.

"Playing solitary." George replied with a mischievous smirk.

"Where are the cards?" Draco asked looking at his clear desk surface in confusion.

"It's on a com-put-er." George exclaimed with wide eyes, gesturing to the muggle technology. "Isn't it great?"

"How does it work?" Draco asked curiously. Walking around the desk he leaned over his bosses shoulder to view the screen. It had a random image of George with his brother Fred standing in front of the shop with some small icons scattered over the left side. He wasn't sure what any of them meant.

George rolled his chair up to the desk. "Well first you take the mouse…" He reopened the window he'd hidden.

"Mouse, where?" Draco squeaked looking at the floor for any sign of the rodent. When he didn't see anything he sighed in relief.

George gave the blonde a suspicious look. "Are you afraid of mice?" He probed, latching onto the Slytherin's reaction.

"What- no." Draco denied the accusation with a pursed expression.

"You are aren't you?" George smirked as he rolled his chair out with glee. The blonde sighed in defeat when the red head started to laugh.

"They are unhygienic, ok." Draco snapped crossing his arms defensively.

"Well at least you're not as bad as Ron." George wiped his eyes as he chuckled. He noticed the blonde's pursed brow that he didn't understand the reference. "He's dead afraid of spiders; sequels and shrieks if he thinks any are even near him." He wiggled his fingers in the hair to gesture the crawling.

"I'll make sure to take note for future reference." Draco replied flatly.

"What are you doing down here?" George asked curiously, usually he had to go find the Slytherin if he wanted to talk to him. The blonde had only been in his office a handful of times since he'd started working here a month ago. A lot of the times if they had to have a talk about productivity, they had it in the apartment over a glass of fire whiskey.

"We're done." Draco leaned forward on the desk.

"What?" George looked blankly at the blonde blankly. Usually the only time he heard those words was when a girl was breaking up with him.

"The shop is now fully restocked." Draco slid the list that he had been keeping every item that had been responsible to make. He'd also been keeping track of some of the products that George had been charming.

"Really?" George asked sitting up in surprise from his relaxed position in his chair. He pulled the parchment closer to himself to see for himself. The list was long including all of their current products with amount needed written beside them. When he had originally seen the Slytherin write the list he felt like they would never complete it. It reminded him of one of Hermione's essays.

Now everything was crossed out in red ink.

"By my calculation he have enough made to fill the store and some for restocking the shelves." Draco exclaimed.

"So you think we can reopen the store front?" George asked in surprise.

"I think we can reopen the store front, unless you have any ideas for new products that you'd like to include?" Draco inquired.

George hadn't come up with any new ideas since the death of his brother. There was one thing he'd been working on though. "I think we should put your idea into production." George looked intently at the Slytherin.

"What idea?" Draco asked confused.

"The bad wizard chocolate of course." George replied with an exasperated tone.

"I was just …spitting random ideas." Draco replied surprised.

"I thought it was a great idea, and I still do." George reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a journal he used for sketching out ideas. "I've been working on it in my spare time. I've made a list of possible candidates with a short story and what the chocolate will take shape as."

"You even sketched out the layout for the packaging already." Draco flipped through the journal surprised how much his boss had taken his idea to heart. "It'll be a lot of work though. We have to make multiple chocolate molds, find and get the rights to numerous reference pictures to go on the cards."

"Every new product is lot of work but once the initial work is done it's easy to make more." George shrugged. This had been the first product he had truly been excited about in months.

"Do you know a printing house that can do this?" Draco inquired.

"Let me worry about all the packaging. The only part I need you to complete is make the chocolate." George pointed at his potion master. "Leave the charming up to me."

"Ok." Draco sighed. Not wanting to burst his bosses bubble. "I'm not a chocolatier you know?" The product would be nothing if it didn't taste good.

"You eat enough of it you should be considered an expert." George poked fun at the blonde's chocolate fixation. He'd noticed over the past couple weeks how he always asked Missy for Chocolate biscuits.

"We should have a drink to celebrate." George exclaimed. Pulling open the bottom drawer he retrieved a bottle of fire whiskey he kept for emergencies. Placing two shot glasses on his desk he poured out two stemming portions.

"You do realize it is…" Draco checked his ornate pocket watch. "Half past nine in the morning. Isn't it a little early to get sloshed?"

"It's never too early." George exclaimed with conviction offering the glass to the blonde.

Draco raised a platinum eyebrow. 'One couldn't hurt.' He thought, shruging and plucked the shot.

Clinking the shot glasses together to celebrate a job well done they threw them back.

George felt a pleasant buzz from the alcohol. A pleasant relaxed feeling came over him and his mind wondered. "Wait, I just thought of something." George scribbled out a new idea to the bottom of the worst wizard list he'd already made. He flipped the journal around letting the Slytherin see.

Draco actually had to muffle a snort into his hand. "He's going to kill you."

"The whole point is to rile him up." George smirked deviously.

o0o

George decided he wanted to have a small party to celebrate just inviting some friends and family. The next morning the shop would officially be reopened so he couldn't get too sloshed. The party was on a Monday night, since a lot of stores were closed that day it didn't seem weird for them to reopen on a Tuesday. It would strictly be to enjoy each other's company and to show off some new products.

He couldn't convince Malfoy to come to the grand reopening of the shop. Now that the secret was out publicly he didn't see the point in hiding the Slytherin. If anyone had a problem with Draco they would have to answer to him.

Looking from the second floor George smiled at the large group of people. It seemed like it had been a long time since the shop had been filled to the brim. It had stood empty for years during the war and after. The shop was filled with life again.

"Where's blondie?" Verity asked with a pout as she walked up. Not seeing their fellow employee anywhere in the sea of guests. Since she'd been hanging around the shop over the past week she'd gotten to know the boy. When they'd been at Hogwarts together she'd been a seventh year while Malfoy had been a first so he was below her notice then. She had already grown fond of the snarky Slytherin.

"Calling the kettle black aren't you?" George asked sarcastically referring to the women's own platinum blondness. "Draco is hiding."

"Hiding?" Harry asked overhearing the tail end of their conversation as he approached. "Who's hiding?"

"Malfoy of course." George sighed in resignation. He realized it was daunting to be confronted by so many people from the other side of the war. "I don't think he's ready to be confronted by everyone."

"I'd understand that." Harry nodded in empathy, looking over the crowd that was 80% redheads. "Even I feel a little out of place."

"It isn't my fault my whole family decided to come." George shrugged. He'd sent invitations to a couple of friends from school which showed up with maybe a date or a plus one. Though his family thought if you invited one Weasley they were all invited. It was like Fleur and Bills wedding again except with less blondes.

Draco's absence made it even fewer George thought. The only blondes in attendance were actually Verity, Lavender, Luna Lovegood, and Fleur who had come with his brother. All the other guests who weren't family members had brown or black hair.

"I feel like I should dye my hair." Harry exclaimed sarcastically taking a sip of his butter beer.

"Don't do it. You don't have the skin tone to pull it off." Verity patted him on the shoulder then floundered off once see saw someone she wanted to talk to on the other end of the room.

"Isn't that Charlie?" Harry asked watching the blonde twirl her hair as she flirted with the elder Weasley child who looked a little flummoxed.

"Yes. Verity had a crush on him the moment she saw Charlie at a Christmas party." George sighed in exasperation. He had been harboring a light crush on Verity for years but she never seemed to notice him that way. "What does he have that I don't?"

"Well, Charlie has major sex appeal with the dragon trainer thing." Harry shrugged gesturing with his half empty bottle. "The danger aspect attracts them."

"I should just dash her hopes, and tell her Charlie is gay." George exclaimed petulantly.

"Is that true?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow. He could have sworn he'd seen the dragon trainer making out with a busty women before.

"No." George admitted reluctantly, rolling his eyes. "Charlie is bisexual."

"Oh, so Verity has a chance." Harry jested slapping the red heads shoulder in jest.

"I've had enough of you." George walked off in a huff. He received congratulations as he walked through the crowd. Since it was the grand re-opening he had some free samples of the products set out on a table. He noticed his youngest brother and his girlfriend hovering by a certain section.

"These are very clever. How'd you come up with the idea?" Hermione asked holding up one of the Worst Wizard chocolates. She was reading the card that came with it - previously featuring a chocolate Dragon that had apparently eaten the wizard on the card.

"I didn't." George smirked, leaving them to fill in the blank.

"You mean Malfoy came up with this?" Ron asked around a mouthful of chocolate. He'd already eaten four boxes. Spitting it back out into the colourful wrapper on principle. Nothing the Ferret came up with could be good.

"He did indeed. Just came up with it on the spot." George exclaimed proudly. "I think a Slytherin was just what this business needed. Gonna have to pick Malfoy's brain for more idea's in the future."

Verity giggled loudly drawing there attention, at what the she was talking with in clear view of Charlie, hoping to make the dragon tamer jealous.

"I see Verity is back." Hermione commented with a pursed expression.

"What's with that tone?" George asked interestedly. "It seems a little catty."

"I'm just a little surprised you rehired her." Hermione commented.

"Why?" George leaned in curiously for her explanation.

"I don't know, she seems a little ditsy." Hermione tried to explain her feelings of the other woman.

"She's the perfect sales women." George exclaimed with a shrug.

"In what way?" Hermione asked crossing her arms.

"Children like Verity because she has the mentality of one, and men like to stare at her boobs." George leered. The young woman was very well endowed in that area naturally. A lot of males bought products just so that she would talk to them, even if it was just "That'll be 3 sickles..."

Hermione slapped Ron hard against the chest when she realized he was doing just that at the moment. The red heads eyes were zoned in on the generous cleavage the women's robes showed.

"What was that for?" Ron asked rubbing his chest. He had to admit that his girlfriend had a good arm, probably from carrying so many books. He couldn't imagine how much it must have hurt when she punched Malfoy in the face.

"You know what it was for." Hermione snapped turning on her heel and stomping away in a huff.

"I better go deal with that." Ron sighed and followed after his girlfriend. Ready to grovel at her feet for forgiveness.

George shook his head fondly at the couple's squabbling. He was glad his brother fond someone. Once he lost sight of the snipping couple he spotted his parents making their way through the crowd towards them. "Mum." He smiled as he was embraced tightly. He nodded at his father over his mother's shoulder in greeting who smiled back.

"I'm so proud of you." Mrs. Weasley claimed kissing him on the cheek a few times.

"Mom." George cried struggling to get out of her grip. He rubbed his cheek with his sleeve looking around to see if anyone had seen the loving display.

"Oh you'll always be my little boy." Mrs. Weasley claimed, stepping back. Looking around she frowned when she didn't see what she was looking for. "Where's the Malfoy boy? I wish to have a word with him."

"Oh aww." George rubbed the back of his neck. He didn't think it would be the best idea to tell his mother he was just upstairs. Draco wasn't ready to have Molly Weasley released on him. The coddling would scare the wits out of the emotionally stunted youth. "Malfoy had to go, deal with some emergency at the bank." The Slytherin didn't have a vault anymore so it was completely untrue.

"That's too bad. I was really hoping to speak with him." Mrs. Weasley sighed in disappointment. "Any way, I got a surprise for you." His mum whispered loudly.

"What is it?" George asked curiously.

"It's a surprise." Mrs. Weasley covered his eyes and led him towards a table. When her hands were removed there was a large sheet cake in front of George with chocolate frosting and purple piping. It had three large gold W's written across it to represent the name of the shop. "Mom, it's great." George willingly kissed his mother on the cheek.

They started to serve it out to all the quests. It started to disappear quickly. George thought of the lonely blonde upstairs. He knew he would never be forgiven if he heard there was cake and he wasn't saved a piece.

Cutting a large corner piece and placing it on a plate. He left the party and headed up to the top floor.

Knocking on the door, it was inched opened. Malfoy peaked through the sliver to see who it was. George held the cake out for him to see and it was snatched; he suspected Malfoy was using his seeker reflexes. "Are you sure you don't want to come down stairs? This is mostly thanks to your hard work."

"I'm fine where I am." Draco claimed. He shoved a forkful of cake in his mouth so he didn't have to talk anymore. George gave him a disbelieving look but headed back to the party alone.

Draco shut the door blocking out the majority of the noise. He called missy to bring him a pot of tea. Sitting in his favorite seat in the blue high back chair by the fire.

He could hear a cheer as George returned to his adoring fans.

...

Draco tried to turn his attention back to his book. The loud noises from the party happening downstairs were distracting though. He swore he'd read the same page three times already without absorbing any of the content.

Throwing the potion tomb away from himself he leaned back in the chair with a deep sigh.

He knew he didn't have to keep himself locked away up here from everyone else, but Draco just didn't feel like he could join them just yet. He wasn't one of them. The war was too fresh in everyone's minds and he'd been on the other side of it. Realizing he'd subconsciously been scratching at his dark mark Draco sat on his hands.

The door was suddenly pushed open and he could hear heavy footsteps enter the apartment. "George..." Draco was going to tell his boss to go back to the party when I realized it was Potter standing there with his hands behind his back.

The brunette shrugged and approached him. "I here you're hiding." Harry exclaimed, leaning over the back of Malfoy's chair.

"I just didn't want to go." Draco crossed his arms defensively. He wasn't even sure if he was telling the truth. "You should go back to the party." He'd grown used to the Scar head's presence but he didn't feel like it right now.

"Aww come on. Let me stay." Harry begged trying to make his eyes big behind his glasses. He noticed that the blonde was in his night clothes meaning he never intended to go.

"Why should I let you?" Draco asked, crossing his arms and raising one superior platinum eye brow.

"Because I bring cake." Harry held the desert out in front of the blonde that he'd been hiding behind his back. He'd felt a little bad about his teasing lately. It was just too fun to see the blonde's dramatic reactions to his ribbing.

"Oh you know my weakness." Draco exclaimed dramatically clutching at his heart. Snatching the cake quickly from Potter's grip. Taking the fork in hand he sliced a generous chunk and popped it in his mouth. Letting out a groan in pleasure.

"What, sugar?" Harry asked raising an eyebrow as he watched the blonde eat greedily. It surprised him how much gumption the Slytherin ate the desert. He always thought that the Slytherin would have perfect manors with his upbringing. He poured himself a cup of tea before sitting on the purple couch.

Draco shook his head then swallowed. "No, Chocolate." He licked some of the chocolate frosting off his lips that had smeared there. Then the fork clean for good measure.

Harry found his eyes following the tong. He had to shake his head to snap himself back to reality. He noticed the empty plate then on the side table then. "I didn't realize George had already brought you a piece."

"Yeah, he tried to use it to encourage me to go to the party." Draco answered then shoveled another forkful in.

"How are you so skinny? You just finished off two generous servings of Mrs. Weasley's double fudge chocolate cake." Harry shook his head in amazement.

"Just blessed with good genes I guess." Draco shrugged his slender shoulders. Sighing when he realized he'd eaten all the cake. Taking his finger he collected some of the left over frosting on his finger and sucked on it. If Potter wasn't here he might even be tempted to lick the plate clean. "Dam that women can bake." He placed the now empty plate on top of the other with a sigh of contentment.

"Yeah, Mrs. Weasley is very talented." Harry nodded in agreement taking a sip of the warm tea.

"What made you think to bring me a piece?" Draco enquired curiously. He noticed the light blush on the Gryffindor's olive skin. "Aww, were you being nice." He teased making the saviour squirm in his seat.

Harry avoided eye contact not sure why he felt it was something he had to do. "Geese I gotta pee, dam tea." Harry exclaimed openly. The hot beverage went right through him which is why he preferred coffee or even hot chocolate.

"Too much information Potter." Draco wrinkled his nose with disgust. Pointing with his thumb. "The bathrooms through there."

"I know where it is." Harry stood up and walked down the hall leaving the blonde to himself.

After Harry finished relieving himself he decided to snoop around. Opening the medicine cabinet he found normal things. There were tooth brushes, dental floss, and a couple hang over potion. "What? No hair gel?!" Harry called as he poked around through the bathroom.

"Ha ha, very funny!" Draco pursed his lips. He'd stopped wearing so much product in sixth year once he had other things to deal with. Now he didn't feel like he had anyone to impress. "Stop snooping around."

Harry closed the medicine cabinet and opened the bathroom door. He walked down the hallway and back into the main room. Malfoy looked up at him when he heard him enter.

"You've had your tea and enjoyed my company." Draco yawned widely afterwards. He stood up and a stretched. "Now get out."

"What?" Harry was blindsided. "Really, you take my cake then kick me out."

"You get me more chocolate and we'll talk." Draco replied holding the door open. He had to hide another yawn behind his hand.

Harry stood up to leave realizing how tired the Slytherin actually was. "You're just having a sugar crash." He stopped in the door frame and accused. Noticing the once fully awake blonde now yawning and slumping.

"Maybe, good bye Potter." Draco closed the door and locked it. Heading to the bathroom he brushed his teeth and then tucked himself into bed. The sounds of the party happening below lawled him to slumber.

...TBC