Lol, seems we are not Tor fans – shame – one person even wants me to kill him – well that ain't gonna happen. Of course, as this is a Harry/Draco fic they blatantly do end up together, so don't worry yourselves over the ex sweeping in and taking Harry back.

31. Case of the Ex

Sirius and Remus had gone home, leaving Harry alone in the house with Tor. He didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing, but his stomach was tied up in so many knots it was now actually causing physical pain.

The two boys sat on opposite sides of the kitchen table, Harry taking tiny yet frequent sips from a glass of water and Tor sitting, looking totally relaxed as he leant back in the chair.

"Why are you here?" Harry asked suddenly.

"Well...my parents divorced and, as I despise my mother's new fiancé, I decided to move back here with my dad. And I figured I'm come visit you."

"Oh. I'm sorry about your parents."

Tor shrugged. "It's not really a big deal." He looked Harry up and down. "You look really, really good Harry."

Harry blushed and focused his gaze on his hands. "Thanks," he muttered. "So do you."

It wasn't a lie. Tor did look amazing. He was tall and lean, dressed in baggy, low slung jeans and a black T-shirt. His platinum blonde hair made him look like he had just rolled out of bed and strands fell over his forehead and into his eyes. His eyes were wide and blue, not a pale washed out blue like most people had, but these deep blue eyes that Harry thought he could just lose himself in. They were like the ocean, deep and they seemed as if they were changing from sapphire to azure to turquoise. And there was a mischievous glint in those ocean eyes, like a storm waiting to happen.

"What can I say? The rain, wind and generally crap weather does wonders for me," grinned Tor.

That was another thing about Tor that Harry had loved. He was constantly smiling. He was a happy go-lucky person with the ability to find the silver lining of any situation. And it didn't hurt that his beautiful smile made his gorgeous face even more so.

"Evidently."

"Do you still play basketball?"

Harry nodded. "Yup, made captain this year."

"Really? Wow. Well, I dunno why I'm surprised. You were always the best player I ever saw."

Harry's blush darkened and stretched up to the roots of his hair. "I'm not that good."

"And the most modest."

"Thanks."

Tor chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. "I was wondering...do you want to go see a movie with me or something sometime? You know, like old times?"

Harry didn't think it was possible, but he could feel himself blush even more. He remembered old times at the movie theatre with Tor well. They were hard to forget.

It had all started one evening during a particularly uninteresting Sandra Bullock film with that English guy...Hugh Grant, where she was an Eco- friendly lawyer and he was a rich, pompous guy. Of course, they eventually fall in love.

Anyway, throughout the first half-hour of the film, Tor had gotten bored, as he did, and had started whispering all sorts of dirty things into Harry's ear, making his baggy jeans abnormally tight.

Upon running his hand up Harry's leg, Tor had discovered this not so little problem and, to Harry's surprise and shock, had gotten down on his knees on the coke covered theatre floor and proceeded to use his mouth for other deeds.

"Uh...Tor, you know I'm seeing someone?"

"Yea. Someone who looks a lot like me."

Harry frowned. "What?"

"We are talking about the blond guy who was here before, right?"

"Yes. Draco."

"Then you're going out with a guy who looks a lot like me."

"What?" Harry repeated. "Draco looks nothing like you."

Tor raised an eyebrow, much in the way Draco often did. "Har, are you blind? Are you completely devoid of sight?"

"No, thank you," Harry replied tersely. "But you two look nothing alike."

"Are you kidding?" exclaimed Tor. "Really, really blond hair? Blue eyes? Pale? From London?"

"So? There are loads of blond, blue eyed, pale guys from London! This is purely coincidence!"

"Does he smoke?"

"Yea, but I don't see-"

"What does he smoke?"

"Unfiltered camels. The blue ones."

"Harry!"

Harry took another deep gulp of his water and stood up. "What?"

Sighing, Tor reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a crumpled, blue carton of Camel cigarettes.

Harry shook his head. "It's all coincidence, Tor."

"Sure. Look, I gotta go. I'm having dinner with my dad and his new someone. But...I'll call you later or something."

The dark haired boy nodded. "Okay."

"Bye Harry."
So...yea, there you go.

Purity-in-Black – quick comment to you because you're a new reviewer – I'm glad a made that scene stick in your head when you listen to that amazing song and, yes, I saw the Chili's – they were wicked – also, thanks for the comments on my other stories

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