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Draco knew he was awake but he hoped he wasn't. He just wasn't ready to open his eyes and face the reality. There was warm, firm body pressed against his chest and Draco's own arms were wrapped around the guy. He had a vague idea of picking up someone dark and handsome from the club last night. He smiled slightly as he was pretty sure he knew exactly what the guy would look like if he would opened his eyes. Daco had quite specific type. The guy would have dark messy hair, muscular body and bright green eyes. But not once had Draco managed to find a pair of green eyes with the right emerald green shade in them. Not once since Hogwarts.

After leaving Hogwarts Draco had been drifting around without anything permanent, picking up random guys, doing temp jobs and trying to figure himself out. Saying that he had been shocked when he had realized that every guy looked more or less like Potter would be an understatement. He didn't want to admit it, but every guy had black hair or green eyes or round glasses. Some guys had all three. Draco had hated and loathed Potter through school and he still wouldn't leave Draco alone. If someone would have pointed out that Draco was maybe obsessed with The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Screw-Up-Draco's-Life he would have hexed them all the way to next week.

At first Draco had done everything in his power to stop the one night stands with the Potter- look-alikes. He had even tried to hook up with guys who looked nothing like the real thing. Eventually he had realized that there was no way around it, nor any point in denying it. He was already living amongst the muggles where nobody knew him. Most importantly, where nobody knew oh so famous Potter. Draco could just as well enjoy his life and shag whoever he wanted. And there he was, seven years after Hogwarts, still picking up guys who looked the the savior. Sometimes he didn't know if it was even worth it.

Slowly Draco opened his eyes only to see the roof of his bedroom. Carefully he moved the still sleeping guy away from him and sat on the edge of his bed. Draco looked at the man in his bed. Black messy hair was spread around the head hiding most of the face, but Draco could still see the strong handsome face. His whole body looked like he had been playing quidditch his whole life but most likely he had just taken care of himself and gone to the gym twice a week. Sight escaped Draco's lips as he stood up and walked to the bathroom. For some reason the sleeping man looked more like Potter than anyone before.

He hated these mornings more than anything else. Usually he had no idea who the guy was or what was his name and this morning wasn't any different. It didn't matter how hard he tried to, he had been too drunk and his memories were too vague to remember a detail like that. Draco feared the moment he would wake up. They would have to have some kind of awkward conversation, maybe have some coffee. It would only be very uncomfortable for both of them. Draco usually prefered getting rid of the guys as soon as possible, but they never seem to share his point of view. They liked to spend a while with Draco, make sure he would remember them and give their phone numbers or some other contact details. He had a box full of names and phone numbers with a promise to call them later. He never called anyone. Every Time he saw the box he wondered why he bothered to keep all of those notes.

He took his time in the shower, trying to avoid meeting the other guy. He knew it was inevitable and that he was being a bit childish. After almost twenty minutes under the hot water Draco finally got out of the shower, grabbed the green towel from the hook and wrapped it around himself. He was still faithful to his former house and he did genuinely loved green colour. Quick peek at the mirror in the bathroom and he was ready. Draco knew he looked good coming right out of shower. He pushed his bit overgrown wet hair back and smirked to himself. He knew that half of the reason all those guys kept lingering in his apartment was because of his looks, and he didn't make it any easier for them by spending half of the morning wearing nothing but a towel. However Draco shut the lights in the bathroom and headed towards his bedroom.

First thing to get Draco's attention was the empty bed. Apparently his one night stand had woken and gotten out of the bed. He walked through the small flat only to realize that both the living room and the kitchen were empty. The guy had left whilst Draco was in the shower. It was almost unbelievable. He rarely came across guys who just left and now he couldn't believe his luck. Widely smiling he walked back to the bedroom and sat on the bed. This time on the same side where the other guy had been sleeping only minutes ago.

Second thing to catch his attention was a neatly folded note on the bedside table. Draco sighed and took the piece of paper in his hands. Of course it hadn't been as good as he had hoped. The other guy must have left his phone number in case Draco would call him back or something. For a minute Draco considered not opening the note and just tossing it in the box with all the other meaningless papers. Then again what harm would it do. He unfolded the paper and read the short note. His face went so pale it was almost white. There was no phone number, but a perfect explanation of how he had gotten out of the apartment without Draco noticing. And even though Draco hoped that the guy hadn't recognized who he was, he knew it was false hope. They both knew exactly who they had slept with. Draco let the note fall on the floor and pressed his face into his hands.

It was great seeing you ;)

Harry