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Chapter 13

Harry found himself, once again, drunk, sitting in stunned silence after watching Draco Malfoy Apparate away from him, wondering what the hell had just happened. He wasn't sure what to make out of all of it, but he did know that he was far too drunk to deal with it. He needed to get home and sleep it off. Everything would make more sense in the morning. Harry stood up to leave and realized that Astoria was still in the room smirking at him.

"Excuse me," he said politely as he moved towards the door. "I really should be getting home."

When he arrived at home, he thanked his lucky stars that the house was quiet and dark. Ginny was already in bed. He climbed in next to her as quietly as possible to avoid waking her, and blissfully fell into a deep sleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

Harry was rudely awaken the next morning by his wife's loud questioning, "So are you just going to stay in bed all day? Stay up too late drinking with your new best friend Draco?" Harry groaned at being awoken and all the memories of the night before came rushing back. "Also I assume my son is still with his friend, or were you so pissed you lost him?"

"He was invited to spend the night with Scorpius. I didn't think you would want to be woken up just to tell you this," Harry replied grumpily. He was not happy about being woken up from his slumber.

"Or you didn't want me to know what time you finally stumbled into bed."

Harry sighed in frustration, but he decided not to answer. It would just lead to more fighting, and he was sick of fighting. Not to mention he had a bit of a headache and a lot to process. He just didn't want to deal with his wife.

"Regardless of your reasons, it is almost 11 o'clock. It is time for you to get your arse out of bed."

"Yeah, alright. I didn't realize it was this late. I'm sorry."

Ginny tutted in disapproval and headed towards the door. "I'll start lunch. Why don't you take a shower before you join your children?" she added over her shoulder, before shutting the door to their bedroom a little harder than necessary.

Harry flopped back onto the bed with a sigh. He just wanted to sleep all day. He definitely didn't want to spend the day with his annoyed wife. He also didn't want to start to process the puzzling events of the night before. So instead, he decided he would take a scalding shower to distract himself.

Albus returned shortly before the family gathered for lunch and then directly after lunch headed up to his room to take a nap. For that, Harry was grateful. He loved his son dearly, but he had no idea how much he may have overheard the night before and he really wasn't overly eager to find out. Harry had to have time to process everything himself before he even attempted to talk about it with his son.

While Albus napped, Lily and Ginny went out shopping, and James decided to tackle some of his homework, leaving Harry alone with his thoughts. As he tried to replay the whole conversation from the night before, he found himself getting stuck on one part in particular. "I know that Draco's been in love you with for years." She must have been lying, right? She couldn't seriously believe that Draco Malfoy was in love with him. They had been married up until pretty recently. But, if it wasn't true, why did Draco Apparate away from the situation, again? Wouldn't he have just denied it? None of this made any sense.

More importantly, Harry shouldn't care. It shouldn't matter to him at all who Draco Malfoy is in love with, but he couldn't stop replaying Astoria's words over and over. Somewhere along the way, his thoughts became a blur of Astoria's words from the night before, and Ginny's words from months prior. "Honestly, I thought this silly obsession of yours had ended ages ago." As the two phrases played on a continuous loop, Harry realized he was even more confused than he had been last night. On top of that he was developing an awful headache. Running a hand through his hair, he went in search of a headache potion. He found some in a cabinet in the kitchen that just happened to have some of their alcohol stored as well. "Fuck it," he mumbled to himself as he swallowed the recommended dose of the potion and washed it down with a large gulp of firewhisky. "What the bloody hell am I gonna do?"

After several hours of brooding and pouring over Astoria's words in confusion, Harry came to the only logical conclusion. He had to go talk to Draco. He knew there was a good chance that Draco would refuse to speak with him, but he at least had to try. "I'm going to go see Ron," Harry called out to whoever was in earshot, and then without waiting for a response, stepped into the fireplace and Flooed to Malfoy Manor.

Harry stumbled out of the fireplace and tried to compose himself before Draco made an appearance. His assumption was that Draco was sitting in the study, sipping on a glass of firewhisky. A moment later, Harry's assumptions were proven correct when Draco stepped into the front room with a glass in his hand, Scorpius in tow. Harry gave him a sheepish look and quietly asked, "Can we talk?"

There was a long pause as Draco simply stared at him, clearly shocked that he had stepped out of the fireplace. Scorpius gave his father a slight nudge and quietly excused himself. Draco continued to silently stare at him, and Harry was afraid if he tried to say anything else he would scare him away. After several minutes of this, Draco drained the remaining contents of his glass and nodded curtly. "We can go to the study," he suggested so quietly, Harry almost wasn't sure he had actually said anything at all. Nonetheless, Harry followed Draco as he made his way to the study. He immediately refilled his glass to the brim and did the same to a second glass, handing it to Harry. "Can't hurt," Draco said with a shrug.

Harry nodded in agreement. He really wasn't sure where to begin so instead the pair sat side-by-side on the sofa, sipping their firewhisky. The minutes ticked by, and the atmosphere only became more and more tense. Finally, Harry couldn't take it anymore so he cleared his throat softly and just dove right in. "About last night…"

Draco turned to look at him, his expression unreadable. "I apologize for leaving you with Astoria. She can be quite a handful, I hope she didn't cause you too much trouble."

"No, it's alright. I guess I just wanted to know why you left?" Harry asked, somewhat tentatively, taking a big gulp of firewhisky.

Draco averted his eyes and stared down at his glass, before emptying the rest of the contents. "Let me just get a refill, and I'll explain everything."

Harry nodded in agreement, draining his glass as well and handing it to Draco. After the pair had full drinks, Draco settled into the armchair across from Harry. "Before I begin, I just want to ask that you hear me out. I have really enjoyed the last couple of times we've spent time together. I'm sure when I'm done, you'll never speak to me again, but I just wanted you to know that you've surprised me, Potter. I never thought the two of us could ever be anything resembling friends, but I was wrong."

Harry gave him a half-smile and responded, "Get on with it, Malfoy, you're freaking me out." He chuckled to show he was kidding.

Draco grinned back before turning serious once again. And then the whole story of his affairs and subsequent divorce from Astoria poured out of his mouth. "She accused me of being in love with you, which is why when you mentioned what Ginny said that night at the Leaky Caldron, I freaked out and left. I didn't know what to say or do, and so I panicked. And then last night when Astoria told you, it was the same thing. I wasn't sure how to explain everything without completely scaring you off, and I just didn't know what to do. It's so unlike a Malfoy to-"

"Draco," Harry said firmly. "You're rambling."

Draco cleared his throat in embarrassment. "Right, sorry about that."

And then silence reigned once again as the pair continued to sip on their drinks. Harry knew he shouldn't go there, but he just couldn't stop himself. "So are you?" he asked quietly.

Draco felt his heart begin to pound in his chest. "Am I what?"

Harry swirled the liquid in his glass, drained it, and then looked up to meet Draco's eyes. "In love with me."

Harry could tell that Draco wanted nothing more than to look away from his companion, but he found himself entangled in the other man's intense gaze. He saw his eyes dart to the door, probably seriously considered Apparating away once again. Instead he took a deep breath and responded in a whisper, "I don't know."

Harry really wasn't sure how to respond to that, but he had a feeling if he was quiet for long enough Draco would expand on this statement. Draco lifted his glass to his lips and looked dismayed to find it empty. "Do you need a refill?" Harry asked. Draco was getting paler by the minute, and he didn't look up to walking across the room to get one for himself. Draco nodded mutely.

Harry busied himself refilling both of their drinks. "When Astoria first made the accusation, I thought she was insane. I saw her point about the men I had been with, but I brushed it off as a coincidence. I couldn't let it go though, I thought about her words all the time, and the more I thought about it, the more it almost made sense." At this point, Harry handed him back his drink and he took a large gulp. "I don't know what I'm saying anymore."

Harry bit his lip, contemplating whether he should disclose his thoughts. Fueled by a couple glasses of firewhisky and Draco's honest he responded, "When Ginny accused me of being obsessed with you, I thought she was insane too. But once the seed was planted, I couldn't help but, well, obsess over it." Harry chuckled a bit to himself. "I lost that Seeker's match because I was distracted by you."

Draco was silent, taking everything in. "I'm going to confess something because I've had quite a lot to drink at this point. And if you want to run away afterwards, I understand."

Harry laughed, "I think that's more your style."

Draco gave him a small smile. "I suppose you're right." He took another deep breath and sip of his drink. "I think, over the last couple of months, that I may have developed feelings for you. Or maybe more accurately, realized feelings that have been there a long time, maybe even back to our Hogwarts days." With that, Draco leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

Harry didn't say anything for a long time, and then without really thinking about what he was doing, he stood up and crossed the room. Draco's eyes were still closed, which only made it easier for Harry. And before he could completely, consciously register what was happening, his lips were on Draco's. It was a quick kiss, but an amazing one nonetheless. As Harry pulled away he felt his lips tingling where Draco's had touched, and his whole body hummed with pleasure. He stared at the man in front of him, as his brain caught up with what had just happened. Not only had he cheated on his wife, but he had cheated on her with a man. Draco Malfoy of all men. Oh, Merlin, what had he done? He felt his eyes widen in shock as he backed away from the other man. Neither of them knew what to say.

Eventually, as Harry sat back down on the sofa, head resting in his hands, Draco broke the silence. "Wh-what what was that?"

Harry lifted his head slowly, "I'm not really sure," he responded, clearly shaken by what had just happened.

Draco opened his mouth to respond, and then shut it. And then opened it once again, "I...I think I liked it."

"So did I," Harry whispered, just barely audible. "But I'm married, and I'm straight...aren't I?" At this point he was mostly talking to himself. He was so confused, but also pretty drunk. Ginny's face kept flitting in and out of his mind, sometimes smiling and sometimes looking murderous as she did so often these days.

"This may be the firewhisky talking, but there's really only one way to find out…" Draco responded, more seductively than he meant to, as he crossed the room.

Harry looked up at his former nemesis and made a split second decision. Who was he kidding? His marriage was over, and if that one peck could make him feel the way it had, he could only imagine how amazing more would be. "Oh, fuck it," he muttered to himself, before laying down on the couch and pulling Draco slowly down on top of him. The moment their lips touched for the second time, all of Harry's conflicted thoughts quieted, and he surrendered himself to the pleasure.