Wow – I've got over700 reviews – that's bloody amazing!!!! Can I just take this opportunity to say thank you to everyone that has reviewed or has read this story (even if they didn't review).

Secondly, my GOD you people don't like Tor – originally he wasn't going to be such a bastard but, what can I say? Also, I know it's a very weird story line there but I really didn't know what else to do and thought this was pretty fun. And, LethalRose, though the idea of a Harry/Draco/Tor threesome is incredibly...interesting...it ain't gonna happen.

Thirdly – you people are smart!

35. Cute with the E

After Tor's shocking revelation, Draco had stumbled in a speechless shock from the beautiful house and out into the blinding sunlight, his mind reeling and his stomach churning.

He couldn't believe was he had heard. Of course, there was the possibility Tor was lying, but how well did Draco know Harry? Really really know? Harry was so aloof and carefree, and, as the other night at the church had proved, he was prone to moments of incredible spontaneity. Perhaps he was a schizophrenic. It sure would explain a lot.

Either way, Draco had to find out the truth. But finding out the truth would involve telling Harry what he had done. Telling Harry that he had gone to practically threaten his ex-boyfriend. Totally what everyone wants to hear. Though, it was be a perfect way to discover if Harry had a violent temper.

Draco shuddered as he remembered the terrifying flaw on Tor's stomach. Had Harry, his Harry, really done that? Cut a huge gash in someone's flesh with a kitchen knife?

He suddenly realised that, while he'd been throwing these thoughts around in his head, his feet had carried him back to Harry's house and he was almost on the doorstep.

Draco had a choice. He could either turn around and spend his day wandering around and pondering his thoughts, or he could bite the bullet and confront Harry.

'Be a man, Malfoy.'

Before he could give himself a chance to change his mind, Draco knocked abruptly on the door and shifted his weight from foot to foot as he waited for the door to open.

Harry opened and door and smiled a smile of pure delight at the blond, his hair sticking up at all angles, still only wearing his boxers.

"Draco! What happened to your plans with your uncle?"

"I lied Harry," Draco answered quickly, looking at his feet. There was a scuff on the toe of one of his black shoes.

"What?"

"I need to tell you the truth."

That small white mark on the toe of his left shoe.

"I guess you'd better come in then," muttered Harry, talking through gritted teeth and letting Draco enter the house.

Draco hurried in, never taking his eyes off that four centimetre long white mark.

Harry sat in the large armchair, folding his legs underneath him and folding his arms across his chest, his green, slightly narrowed, eyes fixed on Draco, who was now pacing up and down the blue carpeted room.

"What did you lie about?"

"I didn't have plans with Sev this afternoon. Never did. Probably never will. We're not into the same stuff. I mean, can you imagine him bowling? Or-"

"Dray, you're babbling about some really pointless shit," interrupted Harry, looking unhappier by the second.

Draco nodded, still continuing his pacing, his eyes still fixated on that scuff.

"Yea, yea I am." He stopped pacing for a second to run a hand through his hair, but resumed his march up and down the room.

"If you didn't have plans with your Uncle today, then what were you doing? And why did you lie to me?"

"Well, that's what I need to tell you."

The blond stood stationary and looked at Harry's knees.

"I went to see Tor today."

Harry frowned. "How did you get his address?"

"I have my ways. I know some people." Draco shook his head. "That's really not the point though."

"You're right," Harry agreed. "Why did you feel the need to go and see him?"

"To tell him to stay away from you," Draco mumbled, a pink blush growing up his neck.

"What? I didn't hear that."

Draco looked up, but still only as far up as Harry's chest. "To tell him to stay away from you."

Harry bit his lip and nodded slowly. "Okay."

He stood up in the same, lethargic way he had nodded. "Do you want a drink?"

"I could really use a glass of water," Draco replied meekly, trailing after Harry into the kitchen.

Once there, Harry reached into a cupboard and retrieved two glasses, filling each one with water.

"Hope you don't mind if I eat while you explain yourself," murmured Harry, somewhat bitterly, grabbing two slices of bread and pushing them into the toaster.

"Sure, whatever. It's your house."

Harry turned around, leaning against the counter, and folded his arms back over his chest. "So explain yourself."

"I just have this feeling that Tor is trying to sabotage what we have in order to try and get you back. And...I don't want to lose you Harry. Especially not to a guy who seems to be pulling every dirty trick in the book to break us up."

"Hmm..." was Harry's only reply. "Did he tell you anything about when me and him went out? Or anything that may have happened?"

Draco gulped and took another swig of water. "No, nothing, nothing at all, why would he say anything?" he rambled, shaking his head vehemently.

"Oh."

Harry spun around and Draco jumped back with a yell and dropped his glass of water, his eyes looking in utter terror at the knife in Harry's hand.

"H-Harry, I didn't mean to make you angry or anything!" he defended himself. "Please don't hurt me."

Draco would've laughed at the bemused look on Harry's face had he not been literally trembling from fear.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Harry asked.

"Tor – you – argument – knife – you – cut – huge," Draco gasped.

A constricted look played about Harry's face and his nostrils flared. Suddenly, and to the blond's utter amazement, Harry began laughing, his shoulder shaking and he doubled over, clutching his stomach, before folding to the floor it fits of laughter.

"Harry, what's so funny?" Draco demanding, in hard, clipped British tones.

Gulping air and fighting back his laughs, Harry managed to reply, "You thought that I-"more laughter as tears began to drip down his face. "- stabbed Tor?"

"Well...yes," responded the other. "But I still don't understand why you're laughing. Surely you should be fairly upset by this."

The raven-haired boy held up a hand to motion for Draco to wait as he tried to control himself. "You thought I was going to stab you."

"Yes, and I'm sorry about that, but he showed me this scar and I..."

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, breathing heavily and wiping the water from his face, Harry asked, "The big ass scar on his stomach?"

Draco nodded, lowering himself on to one of the kitchen chairs and taking a deep drink from his water.

"He got that scar when he was thirteen and somehow managed to skewer himself on a metal railing," Harry explained, before bursting into laughter once again.

"Oh," was all Draco could say, his cheeks flaming a deep red.

Harry crawled over to Draco and looked up into his blue eyes, leaning his elbows on the other boy's knees.

"You are so damn adorable," he muttered, pulling Draco down to kiss him.

"So you're not mad at me?" Draco asked hopefully.

"Oh I'm furious," replied Harry, still grinning. "And, believe me, you will be punished."

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