I flopped gracelessly onto my sofa after kicking the door shut behind me. My bag fell to the floor with a thump as I groaned. Hadn't caught a wink of sleep on the flight here, and I was too angry to Apperate even an inch. It hadn't taken me long to grab my bag off the sofa at Singer's and shoot off to the airport Potter and I had come through. The spat we had was just too much too soon; perhaps Hermione shouldn't have gotten her hopes up. Speaking of her, what day was it? I'd spent, what, two or three days out in the states? Anyhow, it was bought right time to check up on her. As I tried to haul my reluctant body up I nearly pitched myself over the edge, catching my hand on the coffee table. What was that? My fingers closed around a pendant shaped like a triangle, a circle in the middle and a line running through it. The Deathly Hallows. Well I knew it wasn't mine and that meant Potter left it here. Childishly, I tossed it to the floor as I stood up finally. Bloody prat, leaving things at my house. Though to be fair, I had left my new 'wardrobe' in his truck. Walking around the sofa, I caught my reflection in the glass cabinet and saw a scowl affixed on my face. That was probably what scared that flight attendant.

I looked up at the clock above the stove and deemed it early enough for visit. It wasn't yet four in the afternoon. A handful of Floo powder later and Hermione's smiling face popped, "Draco! How are you?"

"Well enough I suppose, but I called to talk about you. Up for a quick visit?" I tried my best to rid the scowl from my face, but based on her frown, it didn't work, "Sure, come on through." She backed off from the flames and I stepped through the warm green. Her apartment was the same as always giving off that ever welcoming feel. Too bad her expression didn't match the feeling, "Alright princey, spill." The crossed arms and the knowing look together told me all I needed to know about the condition of her and the baby. If she could work up enough irritation towards me, she was fine.

"Spill what? Nothing to tell; sorry," I busied myself with making tea, aware of her gaze on my back the entire time. Hermione must have learned it from Minerva. "Sorry yourself, I know something it up and you're not leaving until you talk." I said nothing as I put on the kettle.

"Dammint Draco," Growling, she caught my hand and pulled me over to the sofa and sat me down, "What. Is. Wrong?"

I had two options here: tell her everything that happened the last few days, or risk losing very important body parts if I lied. Kind of oblivious, but that didn't stop me from trying, "Really I'm fine."

"Knock it off." The words held no malice as she sat next me, only caring. I melted at that, "I had a spat with Potter back in the States. It's nothing really."

Hermione looked at him and placed a hand on his shoulder, "It's not 'nothing.' You two used to fight all the time, what makes this different?"

"Those fights had always been foolish, children things. This…it was more than that." I looked at my hands in my lap before jerking my head up as the kettle began screaming. I stood before Hermione had the chance to stop me, "It was stupid Hermione, but I think I hurt him. I stormed out with my things before I could really ask." I said all this as nonchalantly as possible while making the tea, trying to distract myself.

"What was it about?"

"That, you'll have to ask him. It's not my place to say." She nodded and stopped asking about it. Instead, we each took a cup of tea that I set down and sat in comfortable silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts. Time passed that way easily and eventually we were talking and laughing like the first part of our visit never happened.

"So what was it like in the States?" Hermione asked, leaning against the sofa arm, wild hair pinned up and marshmallow in hand.

"Unlike anything here. The part I was in was mostly forest and a bit muggy for October. It hadn't gotten to cold yet." I stood up and went about cleaning up some of the stuff we'd brought out to snack on. I still had to snicker at her craving choices. Peanut butter and marshmallows, the kid is going to come out with a worse sweet tooth than its father.

She nodded and chewed the marshmallow, seemingly thinking about her next question. I am glad she kept that insatiable thirst for knowledge, even if it was as trivial as what I thought. Hermione, despite all that had happened in the war, stayed the most like herself afterwards. I was different and I knew for a fact Potter had definitely changed. Not her though. Maybe it was the baby, but I liked to think that it was just her. Her fireplace roared with green flames and Potter's voice called, "'Mione? You there?"

Hermione sat up and just about rolled off the couch to reach the fireplace, "Hello Harry! How are you?"

"Been better. Can I come through?"

I panicked and looked at Hermione, begging that she would say no. She didn't even look at me, "Uh, not right now. The place is trashed and I haven't been bothered to do much of anything. Some other time?" She waved a hand like it was the most trivial thing ever.

"Oh, sure. Have you by chance talked to Malfoy?" My eyes narrowed toward the fireplace but I didn't say anything not wanting to give away I was here. "I haven't, though I should, this one's been moving around some," She put a hand on her bump, "Why?"

"I just needed to talk to him." He sounded so…ashamed? I suppose that would be the best way to explain it, but I never knew Potter to be ashamed of anything, ever. Except the accident in the bathroom…

"Oh. What about?"

"I'm back in London for a time. I need to clear some things up with him is all."

"Well, I'll let you know if I see him."

"Thanks. Bye."

"Bye." Hermione tossed a bit of canceling powder in the fire and the flames went back to orange. She looked up at me, "He's in your flat by the way. Thank goodness I got Floo I.D."

"The prats in my flat! What the hell?" Damn, I knew I should have locked the door. I rolled my eyes and cursed myself, locking the door wouldn't have stopped anything, "How did he get here so quick? I only got here this afternoon." I looked at my watch: nine at night. Whoops, "I have to go." Hermione nodded, "Okay. I'll see you…?"

"Tomorrow at the latest." I gathered up my blazer I had shed earlier and ducked past her with a little peck to her forehead, "Will I need to bring more marshmallows with me?" That got the response I wanted, she laughed and started to push me out the door, "Go you tosser. Before he messes your perfect flat."

Grinning I said my goodbyes and headed out the door.

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'Mione ended the call and I stepped back with a small huff. Where had he gone? I looked around his flat. It was the same as when we'd left, which made sense since it seemed no one had entered it since. Had he even come back? I hadn't even seen him leave Bobby's place but Ellen told me he'd left by Apperation. I figured he couldn't go far on that so he probably went to the airport. I cheated. I didn't even wait for a flight, I just Apperated to the nearest cost to England and Flooed directly to his flat. I was tired sure, but we needed to talk.

I didn't want to leave it like we had. We had found a sort of friendship that was fragile. I didn't need my life cracking the glass worse. I was surprised at how he took the news of my life. I know he'd killed before, I didn't think monsters would be different. Maybe he would have been okay with it? I nearly slapped myself. Of course he wouldn't have been okay with it. I felt like an idiot. Just then the door knob clicked and I didn't even bother to hide.

Draco stepped in and instantly locked his eyes on me, "What are you doing here?" I flinched a little at his hard tone, like the last few days never happened. Hell, like the last few months never happened. Good going Harry.

"I wanted to talk."

"I don't. Bye now." Draco left the door wide open, clear indication, as he walked over and put his blazer over a chair arm. I went to the door and closed it, but I didn't leave like he wanted. He seemed content to ignore that as he drifted over to his satchel to unpack it. Funny, I hadn't noticed it earlier. I watched him move around from in front of the door, "Draco,"

"Don't call me that!" He bit out, "And leave my home."

"Not until we talk."

"Why the bloody hell do you want to talk for? There's nothing to talk about. I insulted your 'family' and that was clear enough invitation to leave so I did. That's all there is to it."

"That's not all there is. I don't blame you for freaking out about it. Hell a lot of people do. I didn't want you to know though." I looked at my feet, my hair covering my face.

"Did you really think you could keep it from me?" His voice was surprisingly softer than before.

"No but I tried." And I did. Everything was going great, except that we miscalculated where the beast would be that night. The plan was to get Draco and Sammy somewhere out of the way and go after it once he was asleep. Whoops.

I saw his pale blond head nod, "Singer didn't take any offense?" I shook my head, "He thought that you reacted better than most. At least you got rid of the monster before freaking out." We were both quite then. Finally, he sighed, "Sit down Potter." I did so, plopping on the couch I had slept on. Bringing a hand up, I felt for my necklace – a habit I developed – and gave a frustrated sigh when I remembered I lost it.

"Coffe?"

"Yeah sure." He puttered around a bit before coming over and sitting in his chair, tucking his feet up like before, "So, I react like an asshole and every one's just peachy with it?"

I shrug. Yeah that just about summed it up, "Pretty much." He looked at his lap, "Even when I mentioned Lupin? The war?"

I watched him in his chair, so clearly nervous that I would snap at him. To be honest, I wanted to, but I wouldn't. I was trying to turn a new leaf with the man and I couldn't do that if I held things against him, "I forgive that. I'll admit, I let the situation get the best of me." I sighed in quiet relief when he snorted, "That's a bit of an understatement Potter." That made me laugh, "Yeah, a bit."

The coffee pot beeped, telling us it was ready for use. Draco stood and grabbed the pot and put it on a tray with mugs and sugar. The coffee was warm and slightly sweet, "French roast?" Draco nodded and poured himself a mug, sipping it slowly with a little hum. I sipped my own again before adding a bit of sugar.

It was a little awkward at first, the silence. Soon enough, it became comfortable like before. Like riding in the truck with the music playing. Speaking of music…

"Hey, do you have a decent sound system in here?" I ask, placing the mug on the table.

"Ugh, at least use a coaster," He picked my cup up and slide a bit of cornflower blue tile underneath it, "And yes, I do. Why?" I grinned and stood up, pulling a CD case from my jacket. Ah, the classics. He pointed to the wall setup that I hadn't noticed before, and I placed a worn CD in. I waited a few seconds before my favorite song started playing,

' Just yesterday morning, they let me know you were gone.
Susanne the plans they made put an end to you.
I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song,
I just can't remember who to send it to.'

To my surprise, another voice joined mine. The two of us sang out the first chorus before I stopped, "You know James Taylor, Draco?"

"Yeah. This one is my favorite." He started singing again, without even realizing it. Wow. I didn't even know that he knew some American music. Hell, Dean had shown me this one. The song ended and clicked to the next one and I sat down again to finish my music.

"So, are you going to come visit Hermione with me?" He sputtered on his coffee before he could speak, "What?"

"Hermione. I talked to her earlier and she said that the baby has been kicking 'round. She wants you to check her out."

Draco nodded, "Yeah I could do that." A little smile graced his face, like he had a little joke to tell someone. It wasn't long before we were ready to leave. I was just about to step out the flat when Draco stopped, "Oh wait a second." Confusion ran through my mind as he stooped over and picked up something from the ground, "Your necklace prat. You left it here."

I took it from him, feeling the familiar weight in my hand, "Thank you. I'd thought I lost it."

"No you daft, it was on my coffee table."

"But you picked it up off the floor."

"Nevermind that. Now can we go? I have a little baby to check on." Draco raised his eyebrows in the classic, 'hurry up now' look he always seemed to have nailed perfectly. With a laugh and a shake of my head, I lead the way out of his flat.

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OMG I AM SO SORRY! I meant to have this up way way WAY sooner. I apologize for that. What is next for our boys? Would anyone like a hint? ;)