Harry, after having a drink at the Leaky Cauldron, found himself wandering around the (mostly) Muggle London. It was a Friday night; Ron was at a chess tournament and there really wasn't anyone else Harry felt like spending the evening with. So he just went to the Leaky Cauldron, found it empty, and wandered out to see what there was to see.

He glanced down a side street and saw a brightly lit sign flashing- but it wasn't Muggle neon lights. He squinted. No, it was actually giant glowing yellow bees flying around the sign. A Wizarding establishment? Here? Harry started walking down the little street and looked up at the sign from a few stores away. Bees N' Bees, it read, while the enchanted Bees buzzed around it. It was an odd name for a bar, but Wizards were odd people, so Harry glanced inside the open door. There was enough people inside, and all clearly Witches or Wizards, that Harry felt he could probably lose himself in the crowd. So he went in.

"Well well well, you too Potter?" a familiar voice drawled, "Granger send you here?"

"Hermione comes here?" he asked as he spun around, too surprised to come up with some witty reply to the familiar voice of his rival.
Draco Malfoy was sitting a little bar table just behind him, sipping at a bright green drink.

"Hm, guess she doesn't tell you everything, maybe you don't know?" Malfoy wondered, looking superior as he lifted his drink up to his lips.

"Don't know what?" Harry asked, getting angry. He and Malfoy had sort of formed an uneasy truce after the events in their 7th year, but they hadn't really had a conversation. Their first one, it seemed, wasn't going very well.

"How's Ginny doing?" Malfoy asked, avoiding the answer.

Harry frowned angrily, what did Malfoy know about him and Ginny, or Ginny and Hermione for that matter? Did Hermione talk to Malfoy?

"Oh come on Potter, don't tell me you didn't read the name of this bar?" Malfoy asked, taking a long sip of his drink. Harry frowned- was that Muggle Absinthe?

"I know that Ginny is with Hermione if that's what you're going on about," Harry said frustrated, "I'm not an idiot and I am their friend. And I don't see what business it is of yours."

He felt an odd triumph as it was Malfoy's turn to look surprised, finally saying, "Oh. Well good for her."

Harry felt even more confused at this obscure reply, "What?"

"Oh, I ran into Granger a few times last summer in here," Malfoy said casually, "We had a few chats. Haven't seen her in a while though."
Harry found this hard to believe, but Malfoy said it so nonchalantly that he supposed it had to be true and Harry wondered briefly if maybe Malfoy was gay. Was this a gay bar? Now that he thought about it, he vaguely remembered seeing an article in the Daily Prophet about the Malfoy heir 'coming out'. He hadn't read it, but perhaps that meant coming out as a gay person?

He found himself oddly intrigued as Malfoy continued to stare unabashedly straight at him, while continuing to take polite sips of his drink.
Draco Malfoy suddenly raised an eyebrow at Harry's change in expression, then said, "Hey Potter... why don't I buy you a drink and we catch up? Like old times, right? I hear you're writing a book about... all that happened. I think I might be a good source for you."

Harry blushed, feeling that the two of them talking together here was somehow inappropriate but also curious to know what the heir of Malfoy was doing these days. So he shrugged, then nodded, and sat down. Malfoy waved over a waiter, and Harry proceeded to let Malfoy get him very drunk.

A/N: Just a short little ending to sum things up with Harry! Hope everyone enjoyed. THE END.