A/N: Having a bad day. Received some bad news about my mum and I'm feeling a bit low. But I will try and keep writing, as it actually makes me happy. To get lost in the world of Drarry.

Chapter Two

The next day was Sunday and Harry loved lying in on Sundays. Some days he would stay in his PJ's, wrap his duvet around him and waddle to the sofa, where he would stay all day. Today was one of those days, he waddled to the living room to find Draco cocooned in his own duvet, sat on the sofa. Harry plonked down on the other side and grunted in greeting.

Draco often participated in their Sunday lazy day. "Morning Sca-Harry" Draco groggily replied.

They watched some crazy cartoon, which Harry swore the creator must have been off his head when he came up with it.

"Let's go get a Sunday Roast. I'm starving and the pub on the corner does a brilliant Sunday dinner" Harry said.

Draco smiled, "Roast. Yes that sounds lovely. I love Sunday roast dinner – a wonderful British tradition."

Harry nodded, "I know. No matter the weather, even if it was really hot my aunt would always do a roast on Sunday. Can't break tradition."

"I want to shower first Potter. Your manky hair blocks the plughole and it winds me up." Draco casually drawled.

Harry rolled his eyes, "I find you hair everywhere. You moult like a dog!" Harry replied.

"Oi. Anyway if I was a dog I'd be a pedigree and you'd be a mangy cross breed with fleas and manky fur." Draco replied.

Even though they insulted each other often, it was never really said with true hate. It was a laugh, trying to be inventive with their insults.

Harry laughed, "I just had a random thought to the Disney film, Lady and the tramp. You're just like the dog called Lady."

Draco frowned, "I take it that is not a compliment you git. I'm showering and then we can head to the pub." With that he waddled to his room, still cocooned in his king-sized duvet.

Once showered and dressed, they walked to the muggle pub on the corner. Draco had taken in lots of muggle things, the house had many muggle gadgets, and they ate in many muggle places. Draco said it was nice not having people stare at him for either being a Malfoy, an ex-death eater or the fact that he dared eat with the great Harry Potter.

Harry also liked eating in muggle places, as he wasn't constantly photographed and asked for autographs.

They ordered dinner, Draco ordered roast beef and Harry ordered lamb. Harry scanned Draco, taking in his muggle attire. Draco had a whole wardrobe of muggle clothes, used when out in a muggle area. He suited muggle clothes very much. He wore casual beige slacks and a torso hugging long sleeve charcoal grey jumper, with small flecks of white. Of course he wore smart shoes and a fancy belt – harry had never seen Draco wear muggle trainers.

Harry also noticed the amount of attention Draco received, of course Draco didn't seem to notice. The waitress carried their food over and flirted shamelessly with Draco, before giggling and leaving them to it.

Harry eyed Draco's Yorkshire pudding, "Hey I didn't get a Yorkshire pud!" he whined.

Draco snorted, "Because you idiot, Yorkshire pudding is only served with beef, on Sunday roast. Call yourself British." He joked.

Harry huffed, he wanted one. Draco rolled his eyes and put one of his on Harry's plate. Harry beamed at him.

"It is easier to let you have one of mine, I don't want to stare at your sulky face all dinner." He coolly told Harry.

"Cheers" Harry brightly said as he munched on the Yorkshire pudding.

They enjoyed the dinner immensely and Harry ordered a lemon cheesecake for dessert. Draco chose to not have a dessert, this annoyed Harry.

"Are you sure you don't want one? Because every time you don't have one and I do, you steal some of mine." Harry complained.

Draco glared at him, "I do not" he retorted.

"Do" Harry countered.

"I ate too much roast, I'm too full for dessert. Your dessert is safe." he sounded annoyed. Harry thought it was because Draco knew Harry was right, he always ate his dessert.

Later when the cheesecake arrived Harry watched as Draco seemed to stare at it. He knew it. The git wants some of it.

Harry sighed, cut it in half and gave Draco a spoon. The waitress had given Harry two, she probably got asked for another one all time.

Draco's eyes lit up and he grinned at Harry, as they both ate their half of the dessert. Harry chose not to comment on it, even though he was itching to say told you so. He didn't want to put Draco in a snit, and he liked the annoying habit really. Sometimes Harry didn't want dessert, but he ordered anyway, knowing Draco would steal most of it.

They settled the bill and the waitress gave Draco her number. He gave her a bright smile, but it wasn't a genuine one. Harry knew Draco well enough now, to know what his genuine smile looked like.

"I'll give it to Blaise. He'd appreciate it more than me. Want to go watch a DVD box set and do nothing all evening?" Draco asked Harry as they walked back to the house.

"Sure. What do you want to watch?"

Draco loved watching TV and DVD's – as soon as he worked out the muggle devises, he basically purchased a huge collection of DVD's. The storage cupboard in the living room, had been turned into a small DVD shop. Harry had put up shelves – Draco refused to do it. Then Draco filled all the walls with floor to ceiling DVD's.

From watching the many muggle shows, Draco had learned a fair amount about muggle culture. But he would sometime say the catch phases, or sayings but get them wrong. Harry found it endearing and cute – but he'd never admit that to Draco.

"How about we finish watching series one of Supernatural?" Draco said as they settled in the living room.

Draco had discovered the show and immediately purchased the DVD box set and insisted Harry watch it with him. Draco admitted he only watched it by chance on TV, but continued to watch it because of the good looking actors in it. Harry had whole heartedly agreed, they were very attractive men.

"Okay. We only have one disk left before the end of the series." Harry replied.

Draco put in the relevant disk and settled next to Harry on the sofa.

"So who would you shag? Sam or Dean?" Draco asked.

Harry pondered that for a moment. "Um Dean I guess. You?"

Draco smiled, "Both. Mmm Winchester sandwich! Maybe Sam, he has nice hair, can grip onto that."

Harry laughed he tried for casual, but he suddenly felt very hot from the inside out and his face felt flushed. Draco could grip onto my hair anytime he wants.

They watched the rest of season one and made the odd comment here and there. Draco was shocked at the ending of the series.

"What a cliff-hanger. We have to watch series two now. I can't believe a truck crashed into them. I hope the car is all right" he sounded genuinely worried.

Harry chuckled, "It is just a programme Draco, I'm sure the Impala is fine. It was a good ending though, makes you want to find out what happens next. But I cannot waste any more time lazing around, I have my work robes to clean still, and some quick paperwork. You're welcome to watch without me." Harry kindly offered.

Draco seemed taken aback, "No. We are watching it together. I'll wait until your free next before I start the next series. I know what you mean we've been right crouching potatoes lately."

Harry laughed, "It's Couch Potatoes. As in spending too much time lazing on the sofa/couch." Harry liked it when Draco messed up on these saying, it made him smile and Draco was cute.

"Whatever same difference. Blaise owled, he will be back for a few days next week, but will most likely be out partying the whole time."

Harry stood and headed for the door, "Thanks for the warning. Last time I walked in on him mid-shag, in the kitchen!" Harry said, stopping at the door and looking at Draco.

Draco scrunched up his nose, "I'll remind him to stick to his bedroom. Was he shagging anyone we'd know?"

Harry shook his head, "Nope it was a cougar"

Draco frowned and Harry laughed, "Not the animal. It is a muggle slang term that refers to a woman who seeks sexual relations with considerably younger men. It typically refers to women aged 30+ years old."

"Oh. Was she a proper granny?" Draco sounded amused.

"No, maybe mid 40's, but she was okay – well for a woman. Not my area of expertise." He joked.

Draco laughed, "No I suppose not. What's the term for men that do the same?"

"Dunno. Lucky maybe" Harry offered, still hovering in the doorway.

"Lucky? You have a thing for oldies?" Draco playfully said.

"What? No. I don't mind going slightly older, or younger. But maybe five years either way." Harry decided, not having given it much thought.

Draco stood and walked to Harry, "Are you going to stand around blocking the door all day?" Draco asked seriously, not letting on he was joking.

Harry spluttered, "You kept me talking"

Draco smirked, pushed his way through, knocking Harry's shoulder, "Out the way Scarhead" he joked and chuckled. Running up the stairs as Harry made a move to chase him.

Harry almost reached Draco, but he managed to slam his bedroom door just before his fingers grabbed his jumper. He heard Draco giggling on the other side of the door.

"Bad luck Scarhead" Draco taunted.

"Twat" was all Harry replied before going to his own room to sort his work uniform out.

They had a quiet few days, Blaise returned on Thursday and they all went out for a drink. They had done a mini pub crawl and were now in a local club. The music was very loud and the place was too crowed. Sweaty bodies and under-dressed women everywhere, but they were well on their way to being drunk, so they didn't care.

Harry looked over Draco's shoulder and saw Trenton marching over. He gave Draco a sly smile, "Lover boy's on his way"

By the time Draco looked over, it was too late for him to make a run for it. He glared at Harry and schooled his features into cold indifference.

Trenton approached the table and glared at Harry. Harry smirked at him but made no show of leaving. Blaise was dancing, well more so dry humping a woman on the dance floor.

"Do you mind giving Draco and me some privacy Harry?" Trenton snapped.

Harry shrugged, "I do mind actually"

He huffed, "Draco please"

Draco gave Trenton a death stare, "Trenton…"

"Yeah"

"Fuck off" Draco scornfully said.

Harry took that moment to say, "Excuse me a moment I have to go take a piss". He laughed at Trenton's stunned face and Draco's glare.

He did actually need to urinate, the fact that it was a dig at Draco and Trenton's situation was a bonus.

As he walked away he heard Trenton seethe, "You told Harry about that?"

When he returned Trenton was gone and Draco looked livid. Maybe I should have avoided the whole, piss-Trenton issue.

"So where's Trenton?" Harry thought Draco was already mad, might as well ask.

"I told him that we would never get back together and maybe a few choice words. He left declaring I was a cold hearted bastard and he hopes I die alone, lonely and miserable." Draco sighed.

"Oh well at least he won't bother you again" Harry unhelpfully said, feeling a sudden rush of joy. Trenton is gone! Out of Draco's life for good.

"Wanna go home and watch DVD's? I'll even give you another foot massage to cheer you up." Harry offered.

Draco smiled, "I'd like that. This place is too crowded and there are no fit guys."

A few moments later they were chilling on the sofa, watching series two of Supernatural and Harry was once again massaging Draco's feet.

"Do you think I'm a cold hearted bastard?" Draco asked without looking at Harry.

Harry frowned, "No of course not. I think you project yourself as someone who is unaffected by life, that you don't care. But in all honesty when you become someone's friend and let them in, it soon becomes apparent that your nothing like the person you project to the world. Trenton wasn't worth it. You obviously didn't open up to him and let him in."

Draco turned and gave Harry a small smile, "No. No I didn't. I need to trust who I am with and I didn't trust him, so I closed myself off to him." He kept eye contact with Harry. "I guess it would have never worked out between us anyway, not with me not trusting him."

Harry patted his knee, "It just wasn't meant to be. You need to feel relaxed enough with your partner. To trust them, to open up to them, laugh, joke, be serious – all of it. I believe that if you are comfortable enough with someone, you will open up to them. Then they will see what I see every day. Draco you will make someone very happy one day."

Draco blushed, looked away and quietly said, "Thank you".

"I'd hate to die alone. That wasn't a nice thing for him to say to you" Harry never liked that stuck up git anyway.

"Well he clearly isn't very nice and I'm glad he's now an ex. I think I'm running out of men, between the both of us we have had most of London." He was joking, but his voice held slight seriousness.

"Why don't you join a dating agency?" Harry suggested, face breaking out into a grin.

"Shove off, I'm not that desperate yet. Besides people will read my name and be put off straight away." He reasoned.

"Same for me. But the opposite, I'd get all the fucking weirdo's trying to date me. You know the other week, I was chatting up a bloke. Well it turned out it was a nut job, a girl obsessed with 'Harry Potter' so she dressed up as a bloke to try and get with me. How fucked up is that."

Draco burst out laughing, "What was she going to do when you asked to see her cock?"

Harry snickered, "It didn't get that far. I discovered very sizable breasts under her baggy jumper – definitely a women."

Draco was still laughing, "Oh my god….I bet that was hilarious"

Harry sulked, "No not at the time. Why don't we go to one of those speed dating things? I'll go with you and we can meet lots of new potential boyfriends, and if we go together it will be easier."

Draco stopped laughing and was thinking over what Harry had said, "Okay. It will be a laugh. I can imagine the shock of the men when they see the 'great all powerful saviour to all' at a speed dating event."

Harry rolled his eyes, "It will be a muggle event, so no one will know who I am. And will you ever stop calling me stupid names?" he complained.

Draco flashed him a stunning smile, "Never."

Harry looked up speed dating on his laptop and registered himself and Draco for the following Wednesday evening. Draco dragged Harry shopping on the weekend, declaring they both needed a new outfit for the event.

Harry was treated to Draco showing Harry every outfit he tried on. A first Harry liked this, getting to see Draco in various sexy clothes. But soon Harry was enjoying it too much and was fighting the urge to pull back the dressing room curtain and ravishing him.

Harry already had many bags, which Draco made him carry. So he put them on his lap, to hide the definite bulge in his trousers.

Draco was talking to him through the closed curtains, "You gave me a pair of muggle jeans? I don't wear jeans."

"Maybe you should. They can be a good asset to your muggle wardrobe. You can still wear a smart top, making it smart casual. Just try them. You don't have to buy them." Harry replied.

He had snuck the jeans in, it had been a fantasy of his to see Draco in jeans for a long time.

"Oaky. I'll try them on, but if I look as stupid as you do in them, then I'm not buying them." He replied.

"You're such an asshole. Didn't your mother teach you, 'if you can't say anything nice, then don't say anything at all', your always insulting me. Prat." Harry whined.

He knew Draco was joking half the time, but it still stung. The constant reminders that he would never meet Draco's standards. That was why they remained friends and nothing had ever happened between them.

"Stop whining like a girl. You know I don't really mean it. Well apart from when I insult your hair, your intellect and your clothes. Other than that, I don't mean it." He laughed.

Harry remained quiet.

"Are you sulking now?" Draco asked as he pulled the curtain back.

Harry was sulking, but all that was forgotten at the sight of Draco in jeans. He was well aware that his mouth had fell open and he was gawking at him.

"So shall I invest in some jeans?"

Draco didn't seem to be aware of how good he looked in them. Maybe it was because he never wore them, so he looked great in them.

Harry nodded, swallowed, "Yes" was all Harry could manage.

"I'm not an expert on jeans, so I wouldn't know what was good or bad. I need more than yes Harry" he said as he took a walk around.

Harry stared at his denim covered ass. Bad idea suggesting bloody jeans. Harry told himself, now he would have to see Draco wear them and look too good, it should be illegal.

"If I tell you what I honestly think, can you not let it go to your head?" Harry moaned

Draco smirked, "Which head?" he arched an eyebrow.

"Draco! Must everything be turned into an innuendo? Be serious for a moment. Yes or no?" Harry firmly told him.

"Fine, I won't let it go to either of my heads!" he was fighting a smile.

Harry snickered, "Prat. You look um…fantastic. They suit you really well and I think you will turn a lot of…"

Draco laughed as he knew Harry was going to say 'heads' but stopped himself.

Harry laughed, "You're such a prat. Every time someone says 'head' now I will laugh. But seriously you look …"

Draco waited, "I look…what?"

Harry sighed, "You look gorgeous. Don't let it go to your…ego" Harry said, knowing he couldn't say 'head' without laughing.

"Thanks. I'll buy them." Then he disappeared to get changed.

Harry smiled at Draco's stupid innuendo again. He could always make Harry laugh.

Before the speed dating on Wednesday Harry had heard the word 'head' used on a few occasions and he laughed every time.

Hermione was scolding Ron about something and had said, "You've got such a big head" and Harry burst out laughing. Hermione lectured him and he swiftly left.

Then Draco and Harry were queuing up to use the cash machine, they needed muggle money for Wednesday. Harry and Draco had set up a muggle bank account and had transferred a fair amount of money. It was easier than going to Gringotts, then exchanging wizard's money into muggle money.

Anyway a couple in front were hugging and the man was moaning he banged his head. And the women said, "I'll kiss your head better later" and Harry and Draco cracked up laughing.

Now it was Wednesday and they were getting ready to go to the speed dating event. Draco had worn the sexy jeans and a smart midnight blue shirt, tucked in and highlighting his slim waist and flat stomach. He always wore clothes that were tight fitting. Not excessively, but they clung just right, showing off his body.

Harry had also worn jeans and fancy black jumper that Draco had gotten him for Christmas and was too nice to wear day to day.

"Right. Draco get your butt down here, or I am going without you" Harry yelled.

Draco sauntered down the stairs and went to collect his wallet and keys. Harry got a whiff of his cologne and he wanted to pull him closer so he could get a proper sniff.

"Ready" he declared.

They walked to the venue, it was at a local bar not far from where they lived.

"So you don't mind that this is a muggle speed dating event?" Harry asked as they walked.

Draco shook his head, "No not really. If I find the love of my life then it may become a problem. The whole, 'I'm a wizard' conversation. But I doubt that I will find my future husband tonight"

Harry stared in shock at Draco, "Future husband? You want to marry eventually?"

Draco looked over at him and frowned, "Of course. Don't you? Everyone wants to settle down, be with someone they love and have that commitment"

Harry never thought playboy Draco would want to marry, "No I do too. I just didn't think you'd be the type to marry." He honestly said.

Draco shrugged, "I have a soft side. I want everything that society and people portray marriage to be. Someone who loves me, faults and all. I think it is important to me, but I have never had a boyfriend that I would even consider marrying."

"No me neither. I want someone who has seen the best of me and the worst of me, and they still chose me." Harry sighed.

"Not many people know the worst of me – I guess I find a lot of my past difficult to talk about. I should work on that. How will I find someone to love and marry, if I don't even open up to them"

Draco was well aware of the 'worst' parts of Harry's history, being a part of some of them, and also they had talked about the war. Harry had told him everything, all the gory and horrible details. Draco wondered if he was one of the few people Harry had trusted enough to open up to. It meant a lot to him. Harry had turned out to be a wonderful friend and well maybe the object of a few of Draco's fantasies.

"Enough depressing talk. We are here to have a laugh and maybe pick up a bloke to shag." He joked.

Harry ignored the awful sensation in his stomach. He didn't want Draco to pick up a random and shag them, but he couldn't stop him.

When they arrived a woman greeted them. She wore a tight revealing dress and had way too much make-up on, it wasn't a good look. Draco felt the same as he muttered in Harry' sear, "She looks like a hooker".

Harry liked feeling Draco's breath ghost over his ear, hear his low pitched sexy drawl and smell his unique scent. It was enough to make him feel giddy.

The tarty woman explained that, men are rotated to meet each other, over a series of short "dates" lasting five minutes. At the end of each interval, the organizer rings a bell, to signal the participants to move on to the next date.

At the end of the event participants submit to the organizers a list of who they would like to provide their contact information to. If there is a match, contact information is forwarded to both parties. Contact information cannot be traded during the initial meeting, in order to reduce pressure to accept or reject a suitor to his or her face.

Draco sneered at the sticker she handed him, with Draco scrawled on. Harry took his name badge and stuck it on his top.

Draco huffed but reluctantly placed the sticker on his expensive shirt. They entered and ordered drinks, waiting for the rest of the participants to arrive.

Harry had scoped the place out and decided there were only a few men looks wise he was interested in.

"I think almost every guy in this place has checked you out Draco" Harry casually said, but internally he was annoyed.

"Well they have checked you out too. You're just oblivious when someone likes you. You know being an Auror has helped you get a decent body, you are a good looking bloke Harry. You need to have more confidence in yourself." Draco informed him as he sipped his wine.

Harry blinked rapidly and then managed to say, "You think I'm good looking? Also you have just paid me a compliment and have yet to insult me. Are you feeling okay?"

Draco scoffed, "Yes Harry, I'm feeling fine. Just take the compliment, I won't be doing it again for a long time."

Harry felt slightly better, Draco thought he was good looking, that was news to him.

Harry didn't like many of the speed dating men, they only had five minutes a time and most were boring. Harry had to lie slightly and say he was a policeman and well a lot of people acted shifty when they found that out. One man was trying to play footsie with him under the table, until Harry stamped on his foot.

Harry glanced over at Draco, who appeared to be having a good time. Laughing and flirting – yes definitely flirting, with a handsome bloke. The bloke kept smiling and touching Draco's arm. Harry wished he never suggested this bloody thing now, he obviously didn't think it through.

Eventually Harry and Draco were sat facing each other for their five minutes.

"So 'Harry'…" Draco said as he made a show of reading Harry's name badge. "…tell me about yourself"

Harry kicked him under the table, "Idiot. Any blokes you like?" Harry asked bluntly.

Draco gave up pretending not to know Harry. "Only the bloke in the salmon coloured shirt. He was definitely flirting and he is a doctor apparently. Those are muggle healers, right?" Draco asked.

Harry sighed, the bloke in the salmon shirt was the bloke he was jealous of earlier. "Oh that's good. Um yes a doctor is like a healer. So will you see him again?"

Draco shrugged, "Maybe. He is a muggle and well that means I have to hide a huge part of who I am, but maybe. Even if it's just for a few dates and maybe a quick fumble. How about you?"

Harry scrunched up his nose, "No not really. But there is a bloke at work who asked me out the other day and I haven't given him an answer yet. Maybe I will give him a chance."

Harry wasn't sure if he imagined the flicker of change in Draco's eyes when he said that, but then that was probably just wishful thinking.

Draco left his contact details for the guy in the salmon coloured shirt, or Antony. Harry didn't leave his details for anyone, but he received a few details. But as there were no matches, it meant no date.

The next day at work Harry saw Liam in the break room.

"Hey Liam. How are you?" he asked, wondering how he was going to drop in it that he would like to go on that date after all.

He smiled, "I'm good thank you for asking. You?" he happily replied.

"You know usual, overworked and underpaid. I'm glad it's Friday. Any plans?" Harry subtly asked.

He shook his head, "Nope, just me and my pet dog Duke"

Harry smiled, "Well then you'd be free join me for dinner on Saturday?" he casually said, trying to sound confident.

He stared at Harry for a few seconds, before answering, "Saturday. Yes, I'm free. Gosh I thought you were being polite and didn't want to say no to me. So you avoided me."

Harry chuckled, "No. Just busy. But I'm free this weekend, so I'll pick you up at 7pm. send me a memo with your address. I'll see you later?"

Liam beamed at him, "You sure will"

Harry returned to his office and found Draco rifling through his draws. "Oi Malfoy hands out my draws."

Draco laughed, "I've never had my hands in your 'draws'"

Harry sighed, "No my desk draws. You're perverted. What are you looking for anyway?"

"Nothing just being nosy. I ate your flapjack, it was good. Actually I'm hiding from old Hughes. Bastard is trying to get me to do overtime, well no way am I doing that."

Harry rolled his eyes, he was saving that flapjack to eat with his coffee. Bloody Malfoy knew how to wind him up with such simple things. Richard Hughes was Draco's head of department and often asked Draco to do overtime, 'to prove himself', normally Draco would feel too guilty to say no.

"You usually do overtime. Why not tonight?" Harry asked as he tried to shove Draco out of his chair with no luck.

"I have a date with Antony tonight. No way am I cancelling that." He huffed.

Harry's mood suddenly turned sour. "Oh. Right well why don't you knock off early and I'll tell him that I needed you to work on a case for me. Now get lost you annoying git. Some of us have work to finish."

"Stroppy" Draco said in a sarcastic and mocking way.

"Draco, I just offered you a way out of overtime, don't piss me off." Harry snapped.

He studied Harry, "Okay. Thank you. See you when you get home, unless you're working late. I'm leaving at about 7pm ish."

Harry looked up at him, "I'll be doing overtime, I'm behind on my paperwork and I have a date tomorrow, so I can't come in tomorrow."

Draco frowned, "A date? Oh. Who with?" his voice was cracked a bit.

Harry saw the change in Draco's cocky persona and thought, maybe he's jealous. But pushed that ridiculous notion aside.

"With Liam Watson from the Department of Magical Games and Sports. You know him?" Harry casually asked.

Draco seemed to be trying to recollect him, "Yeah I think. Not sure."

Harry shrugged, "Well he asked me out the other day and I decided to accept. No point being single forever. At least we can discuss wizard's sports or something if we run out of things to talk about."

Draco seemed to have returned to his stiff, cold and closed off self, "Right. Anyway I'd better go make myself presentable. See you tomorrow, but don't come to my room, just in case I decided to bring Antony home."

Harry frowned, "Sure whatever."

"Bye" Draco said and left.

Harry sighed, "Bye Draco"