A/N: Thank you to my reviewers and followers.

Chapter Three

Harry waited until after eight, before he returned home from work. He didn't want to risk seeing Draco before he went on his date. Draco would have made an extra effort to look good, and Harry struggled dealing with his growing feelings for him, when he looked normal. If he saw him all dressed up his brain would explode.

He was going to hang out in the living room but changed his mind, he didn't want Draco to come back from his date and think Harry was waiting up for him to spy. So he retreated to his bedroom and tried to distract himself, he couldn't sleep and found he was listening out for Draco's return.

The last time he checked the time it was 11:30pm. Draco had once told him that he had a strategy when on a first date. If he thought they were good looking, but he didn't think they would make a good long term boyfriend, then he would just bring them home and shag them on the first date.

It would stay a one night stand and he wouldn't see them again. If he liked the person, and had a good date, he wouldn't bring them home and would make them wait for sex, maybe three dates or more.

Harry wasn't sure if he liked either option, if Draco brought Antony home it meant he didn't like him enough to see him again, but it meant Draco would shag him. Or if he didn't bring him home, he liked him and would see him again. Either way Harry knew he would be jealous as hell.

Most people would describe jealousy as an extremely painful, 'crazy' feeling. That was exactly how Harry felt, but he knew he was overacting. He was acting 'crazy', he had tried everything previously, in an attempt to gain some control over it, but nothing worked.

Hermione once said, 'Jealousy is a reaction to a perceived threat-real or imagined-to a valued relationship or to its quality.' Harry felt threatened by Draco's boyfriends, not physically – he just worried they would take Draco away from him.

He hated feeling like this, he felt it mildly when Cho went to the ball with Cedric, and when Ginny was dating Dean. But this time, the jealousy was taking a whole life of its own – eating away at him. He had to get a handle on it. He had no place being jealous, Draco had remained his friend, even when he had a boyfriend he never left Harry out.

Besides you have a date of your own tomorrow. He reminded himself, he can't get jealous of Draco and then go on a date it was stupid. But that was what his life had become.

Harry had experienced various degrees of jealousy in his life. From his personal experiences, he would describe jealousy as a wave. Like a wave, the feeling of jealousy comes and goes in an instance. In an instance, there will be a surge of emotions such as anger, envy, sadness and sometimes resentment.

He resented Dudley for all the things he never had growing up, he envied Ron for his family life, sadness when Ron started seeing Hermione – knowing he had never felt that about another person. But now he was just jealous that someone got to date Draco and he hated that Draco's attention was elsewhere. He was being irrational and he knew the only way to deal with it was to get over it, or just tell Draco how he felt.

However he didn't dare admit how he felt to Draco, he didn't want to risk losing his friendship. When he indulged in a fantasy world, he imagined that Draco would confess to him, that he had feelings for him and Harry would declare he felt the same, and they would have wild sex. Well it was a fantasy after all.

Just then he heard footsteps on the stairs. A while later he heard the toilet flushing and then Draco's bedroom door shutting.

Phew he's home, I can relax now. He fell asleep not long after and indulged in a rather satisfying fantasy that left him a mess to clean up in the morning.

Harry was making a pot of tea when Draco sauntered into the kitchen, looking stunning as usual. Harry smiled at him, "Moring, or afternoon shall I say."

Draco sat at the kitchen table, "Afternoon Potter. I slept in today, I didn't get in until midnight and I felt like a lye in."

Harry was well aware of the time Draco finally came home, but he acted innocent. "I take it you had a good time, if you stayed out late?" Harry tried for casual.

Draco smiled, "Yes I had a great time, which is why I did not bring Antony home. I wish to see him again and I want him to wait for it. Keep him coming back."

Harry turned to busy himself with the tea, he had a small wave of jealousy again and he didn't want to let it turn into a bigger wave. So he focused and calmed down. By the time he turned back around and carried the tea over to Draco, he was in control of his emotions again.

He was aware that he should act the friend and be happy for Draco and ask all the right questions. So he forced himself to do just that.

"So tell me all about it? Where did you go?" He poured Draco a mug of tea and added three sugars ad milk, then he handed it to Draco.

"Cheers." Draco said accepting the drink.

"We ate at The Dorchester. Alain Ducasse is the most successful restaurateur in the world, with fifteen more Michelin stars worldwide than Gordon Ramsay. It is one of the most expensive restaurants in London, but I can afford it and the food was worth it."

Harry noted Draco was in full on snob mode. Draco knew full well that Harry didn't have a clue about fine dinning and Michelin stars. He would hate to eat somewhere like that on principal, who would pay £100 per head for a meal. It was ridiculous – it's just food. Draco knew it annoyed Harry. But he kept quiet.

"Sounds right up your street" was what he managed to say.

Draco smirked, "It was. Antony recommend the place, he did offer to pay, but we went Dutch."

Harry frowned, "Oh we split the bill that is what going Dutch means" he explained.

Again Draco was using his 'I know more than you' tone of voice. Draco seemed to be in the wind Harry up mood.

Smug superior snobby git. Harry ranted in his head. He is still a sexy smug superior snobby git.

"So where are you going on your date tonight?" his voice was sceptic.

Harry shrugged, "I've made no reservations and I would rather wait until I speak with Liam later. He can choose." He replied.

Draco wrinkled his nose, "Liam doesn't seem the type to appreciate fine dining. Maybe just go to that muggle fast food place – McDonalds or whatever." He icily said.

Harry shook his head, "You know you are one stuck up git. Liam may be a fine dining expert, you're just judging him. Anyway what do I care if we eat at a fast food place, the less time eating the more time left for kissing." He replied as he stood and left the kitchen.

Harry didn't see the glare that Draco sent his back.

Draco hadn't intended to make Harry feel small or make him angry. He just wanted to point out that he had a lovely date and that he could appreciate a decent restaurant when Liam wouldn't. He only wanted to make Harry mildly jealous or envious, but he just seemed insulted. He didn't want to insult him, he knew Harry didn't know about fancy foods, wines and all the other snobby stuff.

He didn't really care either, he would happily eat in dirty cafes and pubs, if it meant he got to date Harry. He was showing off, trying to impress Harry but he should have known better. Harry isn't impressed by that side of Draco.

If he was being honest the food last night was fantastic, but it was still food at the end of the day. To pay a small fortune for it was ridiculous. But he liked to indulge once in a while.

In fact he was a bit on edge, he knew Liam was likely a better match for Harry. He was down to earth, outgoing, and easy to get on with, he worked in Magical Games and Sports and had common ground to discuss with Harry. He was just on Harry's level, unlike him. Harry would see him as a snobby brat, who looked down on people and wouldn't relate to Harry. It was untrue but Draco hated it none the less.

Draco made a few sandwiches and took them to Harry. He knocked on his door, "Harry?"

Harry answered, "Yeah" he said once he opened the door.

"I made lunch." He hoped Harry wasn't mad at him.

Harry smiled and pushed open his door so Draco could enter his room. Draco levitated the tray and set it on Harry's desk.

"What filling did you make?" Harry asked as he eyed the sandwiches.

Draco smiled, "Of course I thought of what you would want. BLT sandwiches, crisps and a chocolate bar. No fruit in sight."

Harry chuckled, "Good, pesky fruits don't belong in my life." He joked.

Draco arched an eyebrow, "Harry BLT stands for Bacon Lettuce and Tomato. Tomato is a fruit."

Harry frowned, "Oh well I can make an exception, as it goes well with bacon." He reached for a sandwich.

Draco took one too and they ate lunch, laughing and joking as they usually did.

"Ron has discovered a book on sandwich fillings. He was bored of eating the same fillings and he found a book. It had all the fillings that people have around the world. In the United States they have a 'Fluffernutter' – Its peanut butter and marshmallow crème. It's Ron's new favourite. He has a different one each week."

Draco screwed up his nose, "Marshmallow crème – is that even a thing?"

Harry laughed, "It must be. But the UK has strange fillings too, chip butties and all that."

Draco scoffed, "Chip butties are common, and can you imagine my father eating one? No. we didn't have sandwiches that common people had."

Harry shoved him lightly, "How do you know it's horrid until you try it. I will do you a deal. You eat a chip buttie and I will eat caviar."

Draco's face broke out into a slow smile, "Deal. Tomorrow lunch you're on." He shook Harry's hand.

Later that night Harry showered and got ready for his date. He stepped into the living room and waited for a scathing comment from Draco, where he criticised him.

Draco eyed Harry and smiled. "Have a good evening Potter"

Harry took that as a compliment, he didn't say he looked nice, but he didn't say he looked awful either. Normally Draco would quite happily point out Harry's flaws.

Harry nodded, "I'll try. Don't wait up." He told him.

Draco's smile slipped off his face. "Whatever." He returned to his book, ignoring Harry until he left.

Harry left the house and apparated to Liam's flat. He picked him up and asked where he wanted to go. They ended up having a decent meal in a normal restaurant – not a fancy over the top place. Then they went on to a bar/club, where they drank and danced.

Harry was drunk, he remembered dancing – a bit too erotically with Liam. Then they kissed and then the next thing he knows is, he's on the sofa at home. With Draco in low riding pyjama bottoms and a white t-shirt. He was glaring at him and ranting, but the room was spinning and he couldn't make out the words.

"Harry are you even listening to me? Oh for crying out loud, you're fucking wasted." He complained, throwing his hands in the air.

Harry tried to focus on Draco. He managed to see him sneer at him and Harry started giggling.

"You. You Dro –Dr – Draco. You are a ….." Harry tried to stand and fell back on the sofa.

"Potter you stink of booze and you're not making any sense." He snapped.

"The rooms spinning. Make it stop." Harry cried out.

Draco considered casting a sobriety charm on Harry, but he thought the git deserved to suffer. No way was he going to attempt to levitate the big lump. Draco put Harry's arm around his back, then he did the same to Harry, so Harry leaned against him for support. Draco dragged Harry to his room. He flung him on the bed, and left a glass of water. But that was it, he didn't take any of his clothes off, or put him under the covers. The prat was still awake, he can do that himself.

"Malfoy" Harry snickered. "Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy" more snickers.

Draco sighed, "Prat" he said.

He then returned to his room. What kind of shit date was that? Get wasted so you can't remember how to walk.

It was at 2am when a knock on the front door had woken Draco. When he finally trudged downstairs, he found a drunk Harry and the supposedly sensible Liam.

"Hey um, Are you Draco?" Liam hesitantly asked.

Draco was half asleep and fully pissed off, he hated being woken up. Especially at stupid o'clock.

"Yes" he snapped.

"Great. Harry had one too many and I could only get the street he lived on. Then I apparated us here, then he gave me the house number. Um I thought I'd better bring him home so he was safe. No way could he have apparated." Liam explained.

Draco inhaled loudly to indicate he wasn't happy, "Fine, take him to the living room" Draco pointed to the door on the right.

Harry grinned at Draco, "Hulloooooooooo. Sleepy Droococo." Harry frowned, "Droko. No D –r-a-c-o"

He looked over his shoulder as he walked down the hall, "Your name is bloody hard to say when Phisssed"

Draco tried not to smile, he was annoyed and tired. He allowed a small smile when Harry had his back to him. Harry was frustrating when drunk, but adorable too.

Liam had plonked Harry on the sofa.

"Thanks Draco. I didn't realise how much he was drinking. I'll call him tomorrow, I doubt he will remember if I tell him."

Draco eyed Liam, he had light brown hair, bluey/green eyes, and light skin tone – nowhere near as pale as Draco. He was slightly shorter than Draco, more Harry's height. Reasonable build, not skinny and not fat. Just average, everything about him was average.

"You shouldn't have apparated either if you've been drinking" Draco scolded Liam.

"Yeah I know, but I had to get Harry home. Anyway tell him I had a great time and I'll speak to him again soon." Liam said as he headed for the door.

Draco followed him out and replied testily, "I will do no such thing. I am not an owl. It is bad enough you woke me up at 2am."

Liam frowned at him slightly, "And Harry told me you were nice. Guess he was pissed when he said that."

Draco stood up straighter, "I am only nice to people who deserve it. Or people I like." He pointedly said.

Liam gave a dry chuckle, "Guess you don't like me. That's fine, you don't have to like me. As long as Harry does and I assume he does, after the way he kissed me tonight." He triumphantly told Draco.

Draco clamped his mouth shut when Liam was talking, his jaw twitching.

"Night Liam" he replied and slammed the door in his face.

He heard a feint, "Stuck up wanker" through the door and then the sound of Liam apparating.

Harry had kissed Liam and from what the prat says it was some kiss. Draco felt a new level of anger and jealousy rise in him.

He returned to the living room to sort Harry out.

Draco eventually fell asleep again, but woke suddenly. He remembered reading in a muggle newspaper, that some drunk people, would vomit in their sleep and they could choke on it.

Maybe I should check on him, make sure the twat isn't dead.

Draco climbed out of bed and padded down the hall. Knocked on Harry's door. No answer, so he entered anyway.

Harry was sprawled across the bed. Asleep. No vomit in sight. Thank fuck for that!

Harry had attempted to get undressed, he had removed his blazer, his shirt and one leg was out of his jeans. Shoes and glasses still on.

Draco tutted and removed his other shoe. Pulled his trousers off, he was now in his tight fitted boxers only. Draco tried to ignore Harry's body and just help him get in a better position.

Draco had seen Harry walking around in his boxers or a towel, he should be used to it. But then how could he. Harry's body was in its prime. Fit and strong – Auror training for you.

He rolled Harry onto his back and pulled the covers over him. Hiding his body and the temptation. He leaned forwards and removed Harry's glasses. There was no point casting the sobriety charm as it was uncomfortable. Harry was a sleep and that was the best thing, sleep off the drunkenness.

"Draco?" Harry mumbled, his eyes still closed.

"Yes. Go back to sleep you idiot" Draco replied.

"Draco the room's still spinning. I feel sick. Will you hold my hair?" then he laughed.

Draco had no idea what was funny about that. "No I will not. You're not going to be sick, you are going to fall back to sleep and the spinning will stop. I promise."

"Okay. I trust you." He pulled the covers closer.

Draco smiled and went to leave.

"Draco?"

"Harry stop calling my name and moaning" he scolded.

Harry snickered, Draco realised what that must have sounded like to a drunk person.

"Draco I have a song for you."

"Harry I don't want to hear any rude song your drunken brain has come up with. How hard is that to understand?" he drawled.

"Hard" Harry echoed and snickered again.

"Give me strength" he called as he looked upwards.

"Draco?"

"What Harry. What can you possibly want now?"

"Um nothing sorry. Night." He lamely mumbled. Before rolling over and facing away from Draco.

"Night Scarhead" and he left.

The next day – or rather later that day, Harry woke feeling like shit. He stood and felt slightly off balance. He also had a bad case of a hangover headache. He groaned.

He noted he had managed to strip, remove his glasses and climb into bed. So it couldn't be too bad. Harry threw on some jogging bottoms and a t-shirt, then he shuffled to the kitchen. He hoped they had a hangover potion and lots and lots of coffee.

The kitchen's lights were too bright and Draco was banging around in the cupboards.

"Argh Draco knock it off, my head is killing me" he whined as he sat at the kitchen table.

Draco turned and glared it him, "You're not even going to apologise for waking me at 2am, blabbing like a madman, and then your annoying boyfriend felt threatened by me and..."

"Liam is not my boyfriend. And I'm sorry for whatever drunken antics and rubbish I spewed. Pease do we have any hangover potions?" he was rubbing his face and trying his hardest not to throw up.

Draco huffed, and placed a vial on the table, with a steaming cup of coffee.

"You are the best" Harry declared.

He downed the hangover potion, shuddered and waited, keeping very still. He didn't want to throw up, he needed to let the potion sink into his system.

Then his headache started to lessen and was now a very dull ache. He no longer felt sick and his stomach wasn't hurting. He could also stand to look at the lights. Ah that's better.

He sipped his coffee and smiled at Draco, "Thanks Draco."

Draco joined him at the table and handed him an egg and bacon sandwich, whilst he started to eat one of his own.

"What would I do without you" Harry said amazed as he tucked into the delicious breakfast.

"You would have choked on your own vomit no doubt. How the hell did you manage to get so wasted on a date? Liam that bad huh?" Draco casually asked.

Harry sighed, "I don't know really. We had a nice meal and then we went to a bar/club. We ended up drinking a lot – then I think there was dancing" Harry's face flamed.

Draco snorted, "I've seen your dancing if you can call it that. You must have been drunk to get up and dance." Draco reasoned.

Harry nodded, "Yeah I was wasted. But I didn't really dance, it was more like grinding – very embarrassing. I hate having flashbacks to the night before."

Draco felt jealous again, Liam got to grind on the dance floor with Harry.

"Well Liam took great delight in informing me that you shared a rather spectacular kiss. He seemed to remember it, can you not?" Draco coolly asked.

Harry frowned, deep in thought, "Oh Christ – I did. He kissed me, he initiated it and I was too drunk to care. Oh Christ how am I going to look him in the eye now. He's going think I am a right tosser."

Draco smirked, "We all know you are a right tosser Harry, that's a given. From the way he was speaking he actually had a good night and enjoyed the drunken kiss. Don't worry, I believe you have Liam at your beck and call."

Harry slumped forwards, head resting on his folded arms.

"That's the problem, I'm not sure if I want Liam at my beck and call. Maybe we should have a second date and act like civilised people and talk." He reasoned out loud.

Draco clung to the first part of Harry's statement, He's not sure if he wants Liam. I can cope with that. He knew he had no right interfering with Harry's love life, he just didn't like Liam and none of Harry's previous boyfriends have been good enough. He was looking out for Harry. That's all. He also felt a bit jealous as he was worried Harry would spend less time with him, when he was dating someone.

"Draco?" Harry said as he lifted his head to meet his eye.

"Yes Harry"

"Can we have a duvet day and slum it on the sofa?" he begged.

Draco rolled his eyes, "I have to head out to attend to a few business matters, and you need to shower. But maybe tonight we can have a film night – compromise." He offered.

Harry smiled, "Okay. I'll shower and go get a few more hours sleep. Then I will get the living room set up. Thanks Draco."

"You're welcome." He watched as Harry gingerly stood and slowly headed out the door.

Harry showered, slept for a few hours and then got up and dressed in clean clothes. He brushed his teeth, sprayed deodorant and attempted to comb his hair.

Then he got snacks and drink, pillows and a blanket, setting up the living room for film night. He collapsed on the sofa and watched a mindless cooking programme whilst he waited for Draco.

Draco returned about dinner time and had a takeaway with him. He silently handed Harry a plate of his favourite Chinese food and sat down next to him.

Harry glanced at Draco and smiled. He knew what Harry needed, he just knew Harry so well. It was second nature to them now, they knew the foods, drink and DVDs they liked. Harry chose a film he knew would hold Draco's interest and Draco had ordered Harry's food without having to consult him. It was like they were a couple, minus the sex.

They ate in silence. They would watch the film after they ate, for now Draco had switched channels. He was watching a documentary on Planet Earth, he seemed to be interested in it. Harry continued to watch Draco, he was fascinated with the programme.

His face was relaxed, he was gorgeous as ever – it pained Harry sometimes. How unfair was that – Draco was just born with natural beauty. Harry envied him, he had to struggle to look presentable and probably looked less than average at best. The only thing that stood out as unique were his green eyes.

Draco must have sensed Harry watching and he turned to face him, "What?" he asked kindly.

Harry gave him a small smile, "Nothing. You just seem fascinated by this programme – it's interesting to see you captivated like that."

Draco returned his smile, "I read in the TV guide that, Planet Earth is one of the most amazing documentaries ever made, it took forty camera teams five years to capture this great selection of this planet teeming with life. I think that deserves my attention and admiration."

Harry nodded and Draco returned his attention to the TV. Harry continued to sneak glances at Draco throughout the programme.

"You know there are eleven episodes in this Planet Earth documentary. It's a shame I've missed most of them." Draco told Harry as he remained focused on the screen.

Harry answered, "Maybe we can buy them and I'll watch them with you – from the start."

Draco turned and grinned at Harry, "Okay. I didn't think you'd like this sort of thing?" he honestly said.

Draco was right, He'd didn't normally like these programmes. He knew the work involved was amazing and that the documentaries were informative, but they usually bored him. But he wanted to watch them with Draco, he wanted to share that with Draco and he wanted to watch Draco's face as he became enthralled by each episode.

Harry shrugged, "I like this one – Planet Earth, interesting enough to keep my attention." He explained lamely.

Draco smiled and returned to the watching the programme.

Harry knew that it was because of times like this, when he saw glimpses of Draco that he knew not many people got to see – that had caused him to fall for him in the first place.

The programme finished and Draco cleared away the dinner plates and fetched them a soft drink.

"Thanks." Harry said.

"So you really like this Antony guy then?" Harry asked.

It wasn't a strange question. Before Harry started fancying Draco, he had talked about Draco's partners with him. Harry blushed when he thought of the previous conversations they had shared. He would never dare ask them now. He had always thought Draco as attractive, aesthetically pleasing face and body wise. But as he got to know him, Harry discovered Draco was even more attractive. His personality, his charm, wit and company were all adding to Draco's overall attractiveness.

Draco was more than a pretty face and Harry had gradually fallen for him as each day passed. He never acted on it. Harry knew he suffered from low self-esteem, but he honestly felt that he had nothing to offer someone like Draco. Draco needed a boyfriend who could match him in attractiveness and personality. Harry believed he wasn't that guy.

Draco was thinking, "Yes Antony is nice. I have only been on one date so it's still early days. But we had a good time, he is intellectual and charming. Well charming enough to piquet my curiosity and my willingness to see him again."

Harry felt sick again, but he knew it wasn't the hangover. Draco needed someone who could keep up with his debates, intellectual conversations, politics and interests in the finer things. Harry hated that he wasn't that person.

Draco watched as Harry's face seemed to lose some colour. He wondered what was wrong. Maybe he still feels delicate after his night on the piss. Draco was telling the truth he had a nice time with Antony, but that was it – it was just nice. Yes he was intelligent and they shared many common interests. But he didn't want someone the same as him, someone boring.

He wanted a challenge, someone different to him. Someone to teach him new things, to bring out a different side to him. Someone to indulge him but to put him in his place. Someone he could act all superior and knowledgeable in front of. If the person he dated was the same as him, then they would know what he was talking about and wouldn't be impressed. He needed someone who could remind him not to be so serious, snobby and closed off.

Harry would tell him when he was being a prat, when he was acting like a snob. Harry would make him laugh, and help him open up and be more carefree. Harry challenged him in many ways – always had. Harry was constantly teaching him new things, things as a pureblood and snob, he wouldn't have normally considered. But once tried, he loved or had fun.

Harry indulged him but also put him in his place. He was caring and funny. Harry was perfect. He thought, he knew he had fallen for his friend. But he found it difficult to even imagine what would happen if he confessed.

He didn't want to lose Harry's friendship. He suspected he was too ridged for Harry, too arrogant, posh and demanding. Harry was easy going and happy go lucky. He wouldn't want someone who was so different. Opposites attract - A voice in Draco's head echoed.

"Oh right. So are you seeing him again soon?" Harry was dying to know.

Draco nodded, "Yes. Next Wednesday he's taking me to the theatre. Muggle of course, seeing as he has no idea I'm a wizard."

Harry saw a way to cause doubt for Draco. "About that. Can you really date a muggle, no I am not referring to your pureblood shit? I mean not being able to share the biggest part of who you are."

Draco was silent a moment, "Not initially, it may become an issue in the future. But if he's a keeper, then hopefully he will understand that and accept it when I choose to tell him. In fact it is nice, I get to be who I am and know that he isn't judging me. He doesn't know what being a 'Malfoy' means, the war and my involvement – just everything really. He just sees me and nothing else, it's refreshing."

Well that back fired. Harry thought. He didn't judge Draco. He actually thought their history had helped shape who they were as people. Even though it was difficult and bad, it was those experiences that caused them to grow up and be decent people.

"There are wizards out there that will react the same. They won't judge you, but at least they know the world you come from. I don't judge you and I'm sure many others don't either." Harry didn't know why he was encouraging Draco to date a wizard.

If he dated Antony it was more likely to end badly, because of the huge secret that Draco is hiding.

"Harry, please. I know you don't hate me, or judge me. But you are still well aware that I am Draco 'Malfoy', you must occasionally think about our history?"

Harry frowned, "Yes I do think about it. But not in a negative way. What's done is done. You are a stronger and better person because of your experiences. You shouldn't be ashamed or reluctant to open up to someone. Your Draco fucking Malfoy – so act it and tell all the haters to fuck off. Because they aren't worthy of your time anyway." Harry ranted.

Draco stared at Harry stunned. Harry was so passionate when he got worked up about something. That was a quality he was attracted to, and Harry was a very passionate person. When he was talking about something he loved or believed in, he would come off as having a lot of self-assurance and certainty in the things he was saying. He is clear on all his values and goals, and where he stands on the issues that are important to him. Draco admired Harry a lot for that.

Draco was the opposite. His upbringing and life so far had made him a blank mask. Draco had learned to lock his passions up in a box, letting only a little bit out when the environment seems safe to do so. He was raised and lived in a society that was so far from true passion. As a teenager he would release his tension by screaming into his pillows at night, and locking his room door.

Harry was teaching him to open up, to show his emotions and declare the things he was passionate about. To not be embarrassed by them, to have totally conviction for them and not give a toss what others think. Harry made him realise that he had to find what he loved and to just be true to himself.

"I know. It's difficult to believe in myself sometimes, but being your friend has helped me immensely." He praised Harry.

Harry sent him a sad smile that Draco wasn't sure why it was sad.

Harry was glad that he had helped Draco have more self-assurance, but Draco had reminded him that they were friends. He didn't want or need the reminder. He smiled at Draco and then changed the subject to the film they were going to watch.