Update! Life has been crazy busy. Assignments are being handed left and right at college, and I newly entered the Sterek fandom. So many plot bunnies aren't good for health when you don't have time to write them down!

Edited by the lovely Sharon!

One of everyone's beloved characters is in this chapter. Guess who it is?

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Harry had gone to the store. He realized that just sitting in his house and telling them to deliver it at home wasn't good for him. The last thing he wanted to be was Sirius. During his fifth year, Sirius hated that the only human interaction he had was with the portrait of his Mum and the occasional Order member who entered Number 12, Grimmauld Place. Even though he had built a rapport with the barista at Coffee-holics, the kid who delivered pizza every other night to his place and Kurt's friends, to an extent, he needed more human interaction. He was used to eating in a Hall which had about 300 students in it.

He got up, frowning at the marks his butt had left on the chair seat. He had been reading for way too long. Kurt had introduced him to the series of "A Song of Ice and Fire" and he was almost done with the first book. He took a leisurely bath and went walking to the store about two blocks away. He thought, I should probably think of taking driving classes. Right now, Arthur got a place such that I can go for whatever I want without needing transport. But if I'm to stay here for a longer period, I might have to take a car.

He entered the store, wanting to put all junk food in his cart. He had got an affinity for Twinkies, as well as chocolate cupcakes. But, Molly's voice entered in his head, admonishing him for getting take-outs and microwaveable dishes. He did agree with the voice, as he put in some meats, a rotisserie chicken, and a pack of cut vegetables. He could do something with this, make use of all the skills he had learnt back at Surrey.

Harry reached the counter and started putting the groceries on it to get swiped. The guy who was swiping it gave him a weird look. It looked a lot like the ones Cho gave him in fifth year. He smiled politely and handed over his debit card when it was done. He signed the shop bill and got his copy. As he got it stamped at the exit, he realized there was something written behind. He looked closer to see it was written: Nick – Call me :). There was a number right below it. He hit himself as he realized he was oblivious to the poor guy's feelings. He looked back at the cashier, who gave him a flirty smile. He immediately rushed away, bags in hand.

He reached the doorstep and dug out his keys without putting the bags down. As he inserted the key in and walked in, he heard a voice, "You should put a password for Floo-ing in."

Harry heavily sighed and said, "What are you doing here, Draco?"

Draco was on the loveseat, his legs stretched onto another chair. Harry saw the boots and immediately shoved him over. "No footprints on my furniture."

Draco whined, "But I thought comfort was the best amenity in your house. Apparently not." Harry noticed that Draco had raided the fridge as there was a beer bottle in his hand that was clearly American. He gave a long look at Draco and took the bags to the kitchen.

As he started putting the perishables in the fridge, Draco got up from the loveseat and walked to the kitchen, saying, "I can't smell any sex smells here. Did you banish the smells and the come and the lube before I entered? Did you know someone would be coming?"

Harry blushed, "I am not having sex with anyone at the moment."

Draco snorted. "What about that guy? The one you always talk about? The way you do, I thought you would have had sex, talked about marriage and you were already asking Kingsley for permission to tell him."

Harry looked down, packed broccoli in his hands. "I don't think he likes me that way. Plus, he's been hurt, Draco. The opinions against gay people are worse in this town. Sadly, I pass for straight and escape it. Did you know they shove people against lockers in his school? He hasn't told me about it yet, but I saw it when I met his friends."

Draco dragged Harry back into the living room and on the couch. He sat right opposite him and said, "Listen Harry, and listen good. The reason you came here is because you wanted to be a normal person. In Britain, at least magical Britain, you wouldn't have been able to date a guy who didn't know your fame before you. But here, it is a possibility. So, shouldn't you take the bull by the horns?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "We both are really close friends. If I ask him out and it becomes serious, I'll have to tell him about magic. If he also walks away like Hermione did, I don't think I can take it a second time, Draco."

Draco groaned. "Hermione is a bitch and what she said shouldn't affect your life. Okay, so is there any person besides Kurt who might have shown a smidge of affection or even lust in your direction?"

Harry just gestured towards the shopping bill. Draco saw it, then turned it around and saw the number and smiled widely. He said, "This is exactly what you need. See, it's Valentine's Day in four days. If he sent you the 'call me' vibes right now, I'm 99% sure he doesn't have a date."

Harry moaned, "But I don't want to go out with some random guy."

Draco was pissed. "So, do you wanna drown your sorrows in ice-cream and vodka on Valentine's Day night? I'd rather you live, so this is what you're doing. Call him, NOW."

Harry didn't like how Draco was forcing him, but then again, it might just be good. He immediately called the guy up.

"Hello, it's Harry here, I just shopped at the place where you work."

"Helll-o. Yes, the British cutie, I can't possibly forget you."

"Yeah, so do you want to go to dinner? Milano Café? Saturday night?"

"Yes, that would be…nice. I'm Nick, by the way."

"Yes, I know. You did write it."

"Oh, I did, didn't I? I just wanted to introduce myself personally."

"So, shall we meet there, or…?"

"Oh yes. I'll be the sexy one."

"Byee..?"

"Buh-bye!"

Harry hung up the phone and looked at Draco. He said, "I didn't get a good vibe. I really didn't."

Draco said, "Then you can put your head in the fire and call me and we can have ice-cream. I promise you I will come. So, we're going out for dinner tonight. The most expensive restaurant in this hick-town. And you're paying."

Draco was a pain in his butt, but Harry at least knew he'd have fun.

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