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It took Draco almost two months to come terms with the fact that he maybe liked Potter. At very least he liked the idea of Potter. It kind of made since. Everybody liked Potter, he was the Gryffindor poster boy. Draco was just like everyone else. Even if his realization was about eight years later than everyone else's.

He was laying on a sofa with the cat and watching cartoons when his doorbell rang. Draco had no idea who would be disturbing him on a Saturday morning. It wasn't like he was expecting anyone. He got up from the sofa and walked to the door.

Draco opened the door of his flat and saw Blaise standing in the corridor. On some level he had known that Blaise would turn up at some point. It was true that Draco hadn't been in contact with his friends for a while. But he had had some other stuff to think about!

"So what's with you? I haven't seen or heard anything from you for two months!" Blaise started almost immediately and pushed in past Draco. Groaning Draco closed the door and followed his friend to to kitchen where the other one was already scanning the content of Draco's fridge. This happened every time Blaise came over. The guy had no manners whatsoever.

"You should go shopping more often you know" He said and closed the door. Draco sat down and watched Blaise go through all the cupboards in the kitchen before finding something edible.

"Well I wasn't exactly waiting for you and your bottomless stomach to come over" He said and glared at Blaise who sat on the other side of the table holding a half eaten box of biscuits. Draco had no idea when he had bought biscuits last time.

"True, but you must have known that sooner or later I would come and you should have gotten something nice. I mean what's with these biscuits, how old are they?" He babbled and ended up throwing the biscuits away. Draco just glared at Blaise and said nothing. Sometimes it was almost annoying how right the other guy was.

"So what is with you, found someone and you have no time for me anymore? Or just chose to be unsocial? WHOA, YOU GOT A CAT! " Blaise's almost yelled the last sentence as he saw Scarhead walking lazily to the kitchen. Draco decided to look everywhere else but Blaise. He had no idea how to explain the cat. He would probably have to tell about Potter.

Blaise picked out the cat who let out tiny mew and looked it closely.

"You know how I always said that you had somewhat an obsession with certain Gryffindor? Well turns out you have taken it to whole new level. I mean this cat even looks like him! Please tell me you didn't name it Potter, or Harry. Oh poor cat, did big bitter Draco name you after his school crush" Blaise said trying to hide his laughter.

"He is called Scarhead" Draco murmured now staring at the cat. He turned bright red when Blaise started laughing. He knew that Blaise would find the cat hilarious and it had been a mistake to open the door today.

It took almost ten minutes and slightly annoyed cat to get Blaise stop laughing. Draco had moved back to the sofa leaving his soon to be former friend, to laugh alone. He was watching sponge bob when Blaise dropped on the sofa next to him. Draco didn't even turn his head to face the other guy but he did lower the sound on TV. He knew they were going to have pretty unpleasant conversation.

"So what triggered you to buy a cat?"

"Technically, I didn't buy it"

"You with your technicalities, what made you take a cat"

"I didn't just take it, I adopted it" Draco was trying to avoid the real answer as long as he could. There was no way he would be able to hide anything from Blaise. Not even a smallest detail, and sleeping with Potter was fairly big on his scale.

"Oh, fuck off, I want a real answer"

Draco closed his eyes and drew a breath. He would be screwed. Yea, maybe it had taken him awhile to adjust to the fact that he was obsessed with Potter. He even liked the bastard, but telling anyone was a whole other deal. Telling Blaise was suicide.

"ImayormaynothavesleptwithPotter" He murmured.

"Come again" he could hear the amusement in Blaise's voice. Blaise must have heard exactly what Draco had said but he was just being a bastard and making Draco say it again.

"I slept with Harry bloody Potter, you happy?" Draco said and looked at his friend who was smirking to him. Of course Blaise would find it hilarious and funny. Just Draco's luck. But the answer Blaise gave was a total surprise to Draco.

"About time too! So when do I meet the guy"

Draco stared at Blaise. About time to, what on earth did that mean. Maybe Blaise was just trying to make fun of him. That was it. It had to be a cruel joke. There was no way Blaise knew about his little obsession. Or was there.

"You have met him already" He sneered at his friend hoping to get away with it.

"You are trying to be smart but you do know it doesn't work with me"

"It was one night, okay, I haven't heard from him since. Fuck, I didn't even know he was still around until like two months ago"

"Well that explains why I haven't heard from you. You were hoping to keep this whole ordeal a secret." Blaise said still smiling. The cat had decided to sit on his lap and he was petting it absentmindedly.

"You are totally head over heels for him you know. Send him a message or something. Ask him on a date"

"No I am not"

There was uncomfortable silence when Blaise was looking at Draco knowingly and Draco trying to come up with some smart remark.

"Well maybe a bit, but how do you really expect me to contact him? I mean nobody knows where he is, half of the world thinks he is dead? Should I just write a message, shove in a bottle and throw in the duck pond?! I highly doubt that would work."

Draco was flushed from the outburst. He hadn't planned to say all that. Sure he had thought about sending a letter to Potter, but there really was no way of doing that. He didn't have an owl, he didn't know where the guy lived or his phone number. And he would never live down the fact that he had admitted on liking the guy. Damn Potter, always ruining everything. And Damn Blaise who was just smirking there and looking way too happy with himself.

"Knowing Potter you could drop the letter in your neighbor's post box and he would get it " Blaise said laughing at Draco's outburst.

"You do realize that your cat looks awfully lot like Potter. Maybe it's him in an animagus form. How funny would it be that he has only one eye" Blaise said when he stopped laughing.

The idea had crossed Draco's mind as well but he it had just seemed way too absurd. And after the torturing the poor cat with every single spell he knew he had figured out it could not be Potter.

"I am not stupid you know"

"I guess so"

After this they sat and watched some cartoons for a while. Only comments were made off the stupid things that happened in the show. At some point Blaise decided that he was hungry and dragged Draco out of the house. They ended up in a nearby cafe to eat some lunch.

Later in the same evening when Draco was finally alone he thought more about the whole letter to Potter thing and what Blaise had said about Potter getting it anyway. He might as well try his luck. Draco took out some paper and wrote a short note.

Damn You Potter! Seriously!

I don't even know why I am writing. Or if you will ever get this. Maybe I will just throw this note out of the window when I am done with it…

Great to see you! Was that really all you had to say to me. Fuck off!

Draco fold the note and wrote Harry Bloody Potter on top of it. Then he decided to follow Blaise's advise and drop it through the mail box next door. Most likely his neighbors would just throw the note away but Draco was fine with it. He went back inside, settled down on the sofa and turned the TV on. Maybe he should order some pizza.