I think I got one complaint about the last chapter having no plot line...it was explained that chapter 29 had no plot other than Harry and Draco have sex.

30. Glastonbury Tor

Draco sat at Harry's kitchen table, along with Harry, Sirius and Remus, playing scrabble. Of course, at eighteen playing scrabble with your boyfriend, and his relatives was deeply tragic, but, as Draco had soon discovered, playing any kind of game with Sirius was a hysterical and some what shocking event.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to have to disallow that word," announced Remus, trying to keep a straight face and strict voice.

"Why?" argued Sirius.

"I just don't think it's appropriate."

"Remus, you have such a dirty mind."

Remus blinked. "Siri, when you put the word 'anal' what am I to think?"

"I think, if you check it in the dictionary, it means someone who is neat and tidy and can be neurotic about things."

Laughing, Harry flipped through the dictionary and nodded.

"He's right, that is what it means."

Grinning, Sirius put the letters back in their places and jotted down his score.

"Right, Draco, your go."

Suddenly the doorbell rang, and Harry jumped to his feet.

"I'll get it!"

However, when Harry got to the door, he wished he hadn't. Standing there was a blond haired, blue eyed horrible flash back.

"Hey Harry."

Tor.

Tor had been Harry's last boyfriend. They had dated for eight and a half months before having to return to England with his parents. Harry had loved him and had moped around in his room for weeks after he had departed. But it had been a year now, and Harry was over him.

After all, he had Draco now.

"Hello, Harry, are you there?"

Harry smiled weakly at Tor as he spoke in his silky British accent.

"Sorry. It's just kind of a shock to see you. It's been a year."

"I know, I'm really sorry. I meant to call you and write you but..."

"You never did."

Tor smiled, a smile that displayed all his bright white teeth. "I know."

"Who is it Harry?" called Sirius from the kitchen.

Remembering his manners, Harry stepped back and held the door open. "Come in."

The flaxen haired, angelic looking boy entered and followed Harry into the kitchen.

"Uh...Tor, you remember Sirius and Remus."

"Yea, good to see you again," said Tor, shaking hands with both men.

He turned and came face to face with Draco. The blond, blue eyed boys stared at each other and it was as if time stood still.

"And, erm, Tor this is Draco. Draco this is Tor."

Shaking hands with the other boy, Draco smiled politely. "Tor? Like Glastonbury?"

Once again, Tor grinned as he sat down between Draco and Sirius.

"Yea, you from England?"

"London, you?"

"Same."

Remus cleared his throat. "Small world."

There was an awkward silence as Sirius, Remus, Draco and Tor all looked at Harry and Harry looked at his shoes. The silence was broken as Draco pushed his chair out and stood up.

"I should probably get going."

"Oh...okay," muttered Harry despondently.

"I'll see you guys some time," Draco said to Sirius and Remus. "Nice meeting you," he added to Tor.

"You too."

Harry followed Draco down the hall to the front door.

"Dray, I'm really sorry, I had no idea he was coming. I haven't seen him in a year."

With a small smile, Draco placed a kiss on Harry's mouth. "Don't worry about it. I'll see you later, yea?"

"Yea. Bye."

'Ooh, you lying bastard,' Draco thought to himself as the door shut behind him.

He was totally pissed off about Tor being there. Well, not so much the fact that he was there, but the fact that looking at him was almost like looking in a mirror.

Draco didn't doubt Harry's feelings for him, but couldn't help but wonder if maybe Harry had a thing for blond haired, blue eyed London boys. Going out with two surely couldn't be coincidence.

Or could it? Was that just the type of guy Harry went for? Or was it very different?

Was Draco just a substitute for Harry's ex?

There you go. A couple of people asked for an ex to appear so there you have one. Review please.