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Chapter 2

Later on the same day Draco was lying in his living room floor and staring at the roof. For the past six hours he had been trying to understand what had happened and why it had happened. How drunk had he been. He had slept with Harry bloody Potter. Turned out that Potter was able to screw with Draco's life even after all this time. He was confused and very very annoyed. Potter had no right to just bark in and screw everything up. Draco hid his face in his hands. Judging by the feeling in his body Potter had been the one screwing Draco last night and that didn't make Draco feel any better. Even if he had enjoyed it.

Draco turned on his stomach and banged his fist to the floor couple of times, only to realize that it hurt. He was acting like a little child. It felt like he was in school again and Potter had managed to humiliate him. Again. It just wasn't fair that Potter would win every single time. He knew he should have just ignored the fact that it had really been Potter he had shagged and get on with his life, but it wasn't so easy.

Loud crack from his left side got Draco to lift his head up. Great, there had been a coffee cup on the table only a minute ago. Now there was only a small pile of porcelain pieces. How was it even possible to have his magic out of control? It happened to kids, not wizards in their mid twenties. Damn Potter, how was he able to get under Draco's skin every time. He groaned full on frustration and hit his head against the floor. Yet another stupid idea that just added to his headache.

In any other case he would have probably been happy about finally shagging the guy of his dreams. Well, not dreams, more like object of his obsessions. Draco groaned. He didn't even know what to feel about Potter anymore. In school it had been easy to just hate the guy and after school he had pushed most of the thoughts of Potter aside. Well everything else but the looks he happened to be quite fond of. But now Draco actually had to confront his feelings, or whatever they were. Maybe he should get a cat. That would be hell of a lot easier than sleeping around and dealing with the consequences.

Worst part of the whole ordeal was that nobody had seen Potter for six years. Half of the wizarding world was sure the guy was dead, which he obviously wasn't. Draco didn't know what to do with the knowledge of Potter being quite very alive. After the war Potter had been around for all the trials and spoken for Draco in his trial. Draco had heard that he had even helped to rebuild Hogwarts but then he had disappeared. Of course the papers had been all over it. Everyone had been looking for the Savior of the wizarding world, but after a while, like with everything else, people had lost interest. They didn't really need Potter. Not when Voldemort had been defeated and all the death eaters put in Azkaban. Wizarding world was safe and Kingsley had taken over the duties of minister of magic.

Draco had also decided to take distance to the wizarding world. Not that anyone, apart of his friends, really would have wanted him to stay. After all, he was still a son of a death eater. His father had been put in Azkaban with other followers of Voldemort, and Draco hadn't had any contact with him since. Either of them was keen on talking with the other. Lucius was still convinced that all of Voldemort's ideas were right on the point and Draco wasn't going to forgive for all the things Lucius had made him do.

It had been fairly easy choice. For a while he had lived with his mom, but she had eventually wanted to move to France as she wasn't too keen on living like a muggle. The aurors had gone through Malfoy manor and eventually given Draco permission to move back. Draco hadn't felt like living in the manor so he had decided to sell it. Some muggle realtor had suggested on splitting the Malfoy estate in pieces and selling them separate. He had been more than happy to do that.

For couple of years Draco had lived like a muggle, moved around, doing whatever job he was able to get until three years ago when he had got a full-time job from a book store in Edinburgh. With the remaining money he had from selling the estate he had bought two bedroom flat from Edinburgh and moved to Scotland. He had really started to enjoy living like a muggle, even though he would never, ever admit it out loud. Like the main character of one of his TV-shows would say: He was taking the long route instead of the shortcut.

Outside the sun was finally setting when Draco decided that it was time to stop dwelling in self pity. He got up from the floor and walked to the kitchen. Best thing to do was to get over Potter, and fast. One look at the fridge told that there was nothing to eat. For a minute Draco considered getting properly dressed and walking to the closest Tesco. Then again he could also just order some pizza. Maybe the hot delivery guy would distract him for two seconds. Delivery was probably one of the best things muggles had ever invented, besides telly.

After placing his order he was determined to do something, so he walked to his bedroom and took the sheets out of his bed. First thing to do would be getting rid of the smell on Potter. The scent was almost too good to be true. But Draco had made his decision, he wouldn't think about the smell. Or how nice and minty it was, with just a twist of something sweet. He threw the sheets into the laundry basket and went to get clean ones. It took Draco almost ten minutes to actually get his bed made. He would do the laundry tomorrow, or the day after. He wasn't big fan of doing laundry. Sometimes it surprised him how much the house elves had done at the manor and at Hogwarts. They never had to do anything by themselves.

His pizza arrived about twenty minutes later, and it wasn't delivered by the cute guy. Not that it would have really helped. Draco sighed as he sat down on the sofa and switched the TV on. He settled with some dull Saturday night TV-comedy and started eating his pizza. He decided that he would really go and get a cat tomorrow. Or maybe he was more of a dog person. Draco didn't know. He would have to figure that out.