Disclaimer: For the second time, I do not own the Harry Potter characters. They belong to J.K. Rowling. Much to my dismay.

Author's notes: Well, I did get a small handful of reviews so I would like to say thank you for your feedback. I seriously appreciate those of you who are reading this and hope that you continue.

Draco knew that sex with Ron was not earth shattering, but it was enjoyable. Even if Ron was somewhat selfish in bed.

Draco panted heavily, his face resting upon his arms in the center of the bed.

Ron moaned as he thrust again into Draco slamming the headboard into the wall as he did so. He slowly rubbed his hand up and down Draco's spine and they both hummed in pleasure.

"I'm close Ron…." Draco declared breathlessly as he felt his orgasm build.

"Okay," Ron reached around their bodies and stroked Draco's member in time with his thrusts and soon cried out in his own glorious release. He panted and fell onto Draco in a exhausted heap forgetting about his other ministrations. Draco moaned as his erection make contact with the sheets and began stroking himself furiously nudging Ron to move.

"Oh, sorry, give me a second and I'll do it." Ron said casually as he rolled away and watched Draco.

"Its alright…" Draco panted and then gasped as he finally reached release. "I got it," he finished as he turned over and lay next to Ron.

They remained where they were for several moments, each retaining a normal breathing pattern before Ron cheerily hopped out of bed and took off for the shower.

"Care to join me." Ron asked. Draco nodded to the negative and watched him leave with a careless shrug. It was Saturday morning, the day after Harry's return and Draco felt like the walking dead. He was so very tired. Between hectic hours at work, too much champagne at dinner the night before, and Ron's libido, he didn't have the energy to get out of bed if it was on fire, let alone shower.

Especially shower with Ron. That would, of course, would encompass more sex. Ron had been all over him the second they retired for bed the night before and again this morning as soon as they woke up. Draco needed a rest. So, rest he did, blissfully undisturbed. He slept through the entire morning and didn't awake until early afternoon.

After waking for the second time, Draco immediately headed to the bathroom. After showering, he felt much more like a human being and less like a monster from a muggle horror film. As he dressed, he heard Ron and Harry's voices sounding from the kitchen. He meandered that way.

"You're up." Harry commented upon seeing him in the doorway. This garnered Ron's attention and he turned from the ice box to smile at Draco who just nodded and glanced toward the counter, "I need tea."

"I'll make you some," Harry set to work while Ron finished putting away groceries.

"You went shopping?" Draco questioned the obvious and seated himself at the kitchen table.

"Yeah, thought I would cook tonight, Hermione and Charlie are coming over." Ron answered.

"Great." Draco said with genuine enthusiasm. Hermione would be anxious to see Harry and could probably be counted upon to monopolize his attention for most of the night. The dinner the night before had been an ordeal to say the least. Every time Harry smiled, winked, or breathed really, Draco felt himself blush. It always happened when he was around Harry. He truly didn't know how he was going to survive Harry's permanency. Break up with Ron and go after Harry? Yeah, right. It wasn't like Harry had any interest him.

"Shit!" Ron exclaimed tearing Draco from his reverie and obviously startling Harry if his balled fist and alert pose was anything to go by. "What?" Draco inquired.

"I should have know better than to shop with Harry," he said to Draco and then turned to said object of his irritation, "we forgot the eggs."

Harry relaxed and laughed lightly, "sorry about that." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a sheet of parchment and studied it, "they were on my half …I'll just run back out."

Ron shook his head but gave in to laughter, "you didn't have anything else to think about but what was on your half."

"You'd be surprised," Harry muttered and fleetingly glanced at Draco.

"Draco, do you want to go with me?"

"What? Why?" Draco looked at Harry and then glanced up at Ron, who furrowed his eyebrows.

"I dunno, get some fresh air maybe?" Harry answered and dropped the parchment onto the counter. "Come on," he encouraged as he walked across the kitchen. Draco nodded and followed Harry out of the flat and into the balmy afternoon.

Their walk to the store was rather silent at first but eventually Harry spoke. "I darted down to the hospital today to see Hermione…she was too busy to talk."

Draco sighed and began a twenty minute rant about their case load, administrative duties, and disappearing co-worker that lasted through the searching for and purchasing of eggs. Harry responded with an intellect well beyond his age whenever Draco sought his opinion and found him easy to converse with. He'd never really spoken to Harry about anything of a serious nature and it felt nice. Draco felt his tension ease considerably. Harry smiled, frowned, and nodded in all the right places and authentically seemed interested in what Draco had to say.

If Draco was honest with himself, he usually only found this companionship with Hermione. Ron and Charlie were more superficial, they didn't care much for ministry direction and politics which Draco always found silly considering the ministry employed them both. And, like clockwork, they both fled the room whenever either Draco or Hermione would mention their work at the hospital. Ron possessed an earnest side, Draco knew, for he was an accomplished auror but it seemed that if the situation didn't involve a psychopathic murderer, Ron didn't dwell or care much for it.

"Want to grab a coffee,? Harry questioned as they were passing a café with the name of a familiar European chain. Draco smiled, immediately pleased with the idea, and led their way in to the building.

A few minutes later, they were sitting comfortably on a overstuffed leather sofa, the carton of eggs gently placed between them, and sipping on decadent coffee.

"I can't believe you ordered that," Draco said for the second time and laughed.

"So did you," Harry looked at him incredulously while Draco spooned whipped cream off the top of his own coffee.

"Yes, but I am stereotypical of a poof…you are more manly."

"You're shitting me right now." Harry slapped a hand against the side of his thigh lightly and leaned back into the sofa.

"No, I'm not, seriously. You've no feminine qualities at all Harry, you probably don't even care for anything feminine. You're like Ron, all sports and muscles, and chasing the bad guy. I nurture people all day at work then go home and run a scented bath. Then, I lay on the couch and read a romance novel."

Harry laughed freely and Draco thought it was brilliant. Draco would never tire of hearing Harry's laugh. The social gatherings that they'd been to usually involved a profuse amount of alcohol consumption which in turn led to either hysterical laughter or drunken disagreements. Draco usually preferred the latter. Sick as it may be, he loved to watch drunk people argue, when, of course, it was nothing of a serious nature or directly involved him.

"But you played quidditch at school."

"Well, what can I say…my father made me," Draco laughed himself. "I would have rather been knitting with Hermione"

Harry shook his head and chuckled as he raised his coffee to take another sip. Draco watched intently as Harry swallowed, his Adams apple bobbed and there was just a flicker of a pert pink tongue that darted out quickly to lick his lips. Draco felt the familiar rush of blood to his groin. It happened constantly when he was around Harry. Shifting on the sofa, Draco took a long drink of his own coffee and mentally sighed in anguish.

"I guess all of that makes sense to you somehow, you were openly gay by the time fifth year began. It was hard to miss with your tongue down Blaise's throat for most of that year."

"Ahh, the memories" Draco sighed before continuing, "my first boyfriend as you so obviously recall, liked to wear women's clothing in private," Draco said offhandedly causing Harry to cock his head to side and grin.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, that's why it didn't last very long, he was too girly. If I wanted to look at female clothing, I would date a girl. I prefer men who look and act like men"

"Like Ron?" Harry asked acutely. Draco cleared his throat before answering.

"Yeah, like Ron." Draco responded and then drained the rest of his drink.

"Have you been seeing anybody lately? I haven't heard if you have." Draco requested trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

"Not for a while. I haven't been in a relationship since Cameron." Harry shrugged as if it was no big deal.

"Really?" Draco really wasn't all that surprised because he knew that Harry didn't date as much as Ron. And definitely not as much as Draco, if one counted the date that began as dinner, led to orgasm, and ended in the morning never to speak to each other again. Draco did not purposefully set out to have one night stands, he just always seemed to find something wrong with most of the men he dated. He just couldn't attach himself to anyone. Until Ron, of course. This thought was the foundation for another mental sigh.

"Yeah, there's been a bloke here and there that I've dated but none of them have really caught my attention and held it." Harry replied, looking deep in thought. He was obviously pondering something.

"I didn't mean to pry,"

"No, its fine, really." Harry smiled, then added, "I was just thinking."

Draco felt ill. He desperately hoped that Harry was not pinning for his first boyfriend. Their relationship had lasted almost a year and it was the most worst year of Draco's life. He didn't know a person could survive with such jealously on a daily basis until he'd been forced to do it himself.

"Okay." Draco smiled back.

A moment later, Harry finished the last of his drink and Draco chucked the cups into the rubbish bin. He then turned back to Harry. "I guess we should be going, get these home," Draco said pointed to the carton of eggs between them.

"Yeah, that's probably best," Harry looked somewhat regretful about leaving but Draco figured that he'd just imagined it. Or more likely, hoped it.

Ron seemed a little disgruntled when Draco and Harry returned to the flat. "What took so damn long?" he questioned without delay, scowl on his face.

"We stopped off for Coffee," It was Harry who answered. Draco was flabbergasted to see Ron actually glare at Harry. It didn't seem to phase Harry, actually, as he just brushed past Ron and crossed the kitchen to place their purchase in the ice box.

"We were only in the café for a half hour or so, I didn't know you needed them straight off," Draco began in an effort to appease Ron.

Ron ceased his glaring at Harry when he heard Draco's voice and turned to him at once. "Its fine." He said, still somewhat agitated. "I think I just missed you." Ron continued as he wrapped his arms around Draco's waist.

"Uh huh," Draco said as ran his hands up Ron's arms and rested them on broad shoulders. Ron smiled and leant down for a long kiss which Draco obliged and then wiggled out of his embrace.

Harry was leaning against the counter, arms crossed over his chest, and watching them intently. Draco distractedly glanced back at Ron, was smirking in Harry's direction. Ron's irritation had completely vanished. Draco decided that he was in dire need of a straight jacket for his fickle moods and left the room as quickly as his feet could carry him.

Hermione and Charlie arrived promptly as usual and Hermione gushed over Harry, attaching herself to his side. She was so obviously ecstatic to have him back that she barely spared a glance for Draco and Ron. They laughed as Charlie trailed along behind her. "I don't think the three of us really need to be here." he said as he passed them.

"Probably not," Draco grinned as he and Ron followed the other three into the dining room.

"So, tell me all about your exams. How difficult were they?" Hermione said, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

"Very," Harry began and proceeded to describe the past semester's class, their difficulties, and the complicatedness of his final exams. They fell into their own world as Ron left for the kitchen to finish their meal. Draco and Charlie sat quietly, sharing amused glances at the non-stop chattering of Hermione and Harry. Ron returned soon enough and their dinner commenced.

"Not too bad little brother, when did you learn to cook. Last time, I checked you weren't able to boil water." Charlie leaned back in his chair at the dining room table and rubbed his stomach.

"I still can't boil water," Ron laughed and smiled at Draco. "My boyfriend taught me how to make this last week. I think he gets tired of me attempting to drag him out to eat almost every night."

"Draco does know how to cook. Before you snatched him up, he and Hermione used to come over to my place and he would make us dinner. I should be mad at you for that." Charlie teased and Ron bellowed laughter.

Draco noticed that he wasn't the only one who watched Harry. Hermione had her brown eyes focused entirely on him as well. Harry pushed his fork around his plate distractedly until finally dropping it completely. When he looked up, his face held the remnants of a deep frown. Draco didn't miss that Hermione closed her eyes and sighed quietly. Draco found it odd but his attention was quickly drawn back to Charlie.

"I really should have known." Charlie grinned, still amused.

"I didn't know that about you." Harry piped into the conversation lifting a glass of white wine to his lips.

"That I can cook? Its not a big deal really. Our friends like to embellish." Draco waved a hand around the table casually.

"Will you cook for me?" Harry asked, staring at Draco and setting his glass back down. Draco felt himself flush and distantly heard Hermione clear her throat.

"Sure, I'll make something for the three of us tomorrow night." Draco said. Harry nodded and ran a hand through his hair.

"Anyone want coffee?" Hermione asked. Everyone nodded.

"Are you offering to make it?" Harry inquired.

"Yes, I am," she replied slowly.

"I'd better help…you sometimes make too strong a pot."

Hermione offered Harry a rude gesture but allowed him to follow her into the kitchen anyway.

"You know…Harry was very diplomatic, I believe," Draco began as he lit a fresh cigarette.

"How so?" It was Ron who took the bait.

"She really can't make a pot of coffee to save her life…its like tar or something." Draco took another drag off his cigarette.

"Very true." Charlie grinned and motioned toward Draco's pack.

"Sure, help yourself." Draco shoved it and a book of matches toward Charlie.

A large clang originated in the kitchen and reverberated throughout the flat. Everyone turned in that direction.

"What are they doing in there." Ron muttered and Charlie laughed, "probably fighting over how to make the coffee."

"I'll go see, shall I? These plates need to go into the sink anyway." Draco put his cigarette in a nearby ashtray and stood to gather the dirty dishes.

"Be careful, it could be dangerous." Charlie chuckled. Draco grinned over his shoulder and entered the kitchen.

Harry and Hermione didn't notice him, they were so immersed in their conversation. He stopped moving when he saw the look on Hermione's face.

"I don't want to know, Harry!" Hermione whispered furiously as she roughly pulled saucers out of the cabinet.

"But I really need your help, your advice." Harry said, sounding tense. "I don't know if I can handle this…you should see how he-" It sounded like desperation, actually.

Hermione sighed and shook her head interrupting him. "Harry-," she began but Draco cleared his throat to get their attention. He realized that he was overhearing something personal. Something personal to Harry. As much as he would love a deeper insight into Harry's mind, he preferred not to get it through eavesdropping.

They both spun around quickly. Hermione stared at Draco for a split second and turned back to making the coffee without saying a word.

"I just wanted to bring these in." Draco said, nodding down to his armful of plates.

"I'll take them," He moved forward and relieved Draco of his bundle.

"Thanks." Draco didn't know what to do when Harry retreated to the sink with his back turned, so he recoiled back to the dining room.

"They alright in there?" Charlie questioned upon seeing Draco.

"Alright." Draco replied and sat down. He allowed his mind to wonder to the kitchen. He was curious as to what they were talking about, who they were talking about. He speculated as to whether or not they continued their conversation after he left. Most of all, he wondered what could be so bad that Hermione seemed reluctant to talk to Harry about it.

When Harry and Hermione returned five minutes later, they appeared to be fine. There didn't seem to be anything amiss and they certainly had decided to act like nothing had happened. Harry grinned at Draco as he handed him his coffee and right then, Draco decided to not think on it for the rest of the evening. And, he didn't.