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Chapter Four
The next day at work Harry managed to avoid Liam until lunchtime and then he showed up at Harry's office.
"Harry. How are you feeling? You were very drunk when I took you home." Liam smiled at him and perched on the side of Harry's desk.
Harry studied Liam. He was a good looking bloke, Harry was attracted to him. He wasn't as stunning or striking as Draco, but very few people were.
"Yes sorry about that. I must have consumed more alcohol then I realised. I was a tad drunk. I feel fine, tired but I just lounged around yesterday. But thank you for taking me home." He honestly said as he smiled at Liam.
"No worries. Your housemate was a bit hacked off that I woke him. Think I won't be welcome at yours any time soon." He jokingly said.
Harry chuckled, "Well Draco dislikes being woken up, especially at stupid o'clock in the morning. He'll be alright. In fact he's going out Wednesday night if you want to avoid the grumpy sod, you can come over and we can have a quiet night in. What do you say?" Harry asked.
Liam beamed, "I say yes. That sounds wonderful. I'd better go, my lunch break is ending. If I don't see you before I'll see you Wednesday after work."
Harry nodded and said goodbye. Then he finished his lunch and was happy with the casual way he asked Liam out again. He was usually very rubbish at flirting, asking people out and just generally anything that concerned relationships.
Later that week on Wednesday morning, Harry knocked on Draco's bedroom door.
"Go away Potter, not all of us have to get up at the crack of dawn to get ready for work. I am still in bed." He croaked.
"This will only take a moment. Blimey you are a snarky git in the mornings." Harry called through the door.
"Whatever, hurry up so I can go back to sleep." He tartly retorted.
Harry opened the door and tried not to laugh. Draco was supporting himself on his elbows, sat slightly up in bed. He had a black sleep eye mask pulled up so it rested on his forehead. The mask read: Sleeping Beauty, in gold lettering.
"What Potter? I was sleeping." He grumpily asked.
Harry's eyes had finally noticed Draco wasn't wearing a top, so he had his torso on show. His gorgeous, inviting chest that is begging to be touched.
Harry shook his head slightly, "Um right. I just wanted to let you know that Liam will be coming home with me after work. So don't walk around naked or anything."
Harry had only remembered this morning and didn't know when Draco was going out on his date tonight. So there was a chance that Draco would be here when he arrives home with Liam. He wanted to give him a heads up.
Draco scowled, "You woke me up for that." He raged as he pulled his eye mask back over his eyes and plopped back down on his bed.
Harry stuck his middle finger up to him.
"Just because I can't see you Potter, doesn't mean I don't know what you are doing. Imbecile." He drawled in a superior tone.
Harry snorted, "Sweet dreams Malfoy" and he slammed his bedroom door on the way out.
Harry heard the thud as something that Draco must have thrown hit the door.
Draco didn't need the god damn wake up call. And he certainly didn't need to know that Harry was bringing Liam over tonight. Now he couldn't go back to sleep and he was fairly sure that he broke the ornament that he kept on his nightstand when he threw it at the door. Fucking Potter – now I'm in a foul mood. He ranted to himself.
Draco decided to get up and make a coffee. He also worked at the Ministry, but he often had funny hours. He was having a quiet week at work, his case load was easily managed and he was taking advantage by starting late all week.
However he decided to get up and go in earlier, then maybe he could finish early and prepare for his date tonight.
He went to the kitchen and started making breakfast and tea. He ignored Harry who was packing his lunch.
"Look I'm sorry I woke you. I forgot you were starting late this week. Do you know what show you will be watching tonight?" Harry tried to engage Draco in conversation.
Draco accepted his apology, "I'm not sure Antony was booking the tickets for the show. I won't have a clue anyway as its muggle. But I'm sure I can follow it – I manage with muggle TV."
"I'm sure you will enjoy it. I'll see you before you head out tonight. Have a good day at work." Harry smiled and left.
Draco finished breakfast, showered and went to work early. He then left work early so he could go home and do some research into muggle theatre and what was expected. He didn't like being too unprepared.
He had popped his head into Harry's office before he left and asked if he can borrow his laptop when he got home. He had granted permission and told Draco it was in his bedroom somewhere, that he should help himself.
So here Draco was rummaging through the pit that Harry called a room. Draco had decided to clean it slightly, it annoyed him. He stacked the books, folded the clothes into a pile. Made Harry's bed and took all the cups and half-filled glasses of water out.
Then he saw the laptop, under some paperwork. He grabbed it and headed for the kitchen. He preferred to sit at the kitchen table with the laptop. Harry had laughed at him and said it was called a 'lap' top for a reason. But Draco didn't like resting the thing on his lap.
He was still reading reviews for Les Misérables when Harry and Liam arrived and entered the kitchen.
Liam leaned against the counter next to Harry, as Harry made them a drink. Draco tried to avoid watching how the two interacted, he didn't like this Liam and he didn't want to start trouble. Harry would sulk with him for days if he did.
He would glance at them occasionally and see that Liam was blabbing non-stop and Harry was giving him his polite smile. The smile Draco knew meant, 'I'm smiling to be polite, but I really wish you'd shut the fuck up' as Harry had given him that smile loads.
Once Liam stopped talking Harry told him to sit at the table so he could start preparing them dinner. Harry turned to Draco, "Don't you need to go get ready?" he asked.
Draco glanced at the clock, 5:30pm. "No. not until 6pm." He answered.
Liam snorted and jokingly said, "Don't you need like five hours to perfect your hair?" he tried to sound teasing, but Draco sensed the steel to his words.
"My hair is already perfect, it requires no time at all. An hour should be sufficient time to shower and dress." He replied politely. He didn't want to give Harry reason to lecture him on how he treats his boyfriend.
"Harry tells me you're going to watch a show tonight. What are you watching?" At least that was said politely Draco thought. But Liam was still looking at him like he was a maggot or something.
"Harry talks too much" he said loud enough for him to hear. "But yes he is right my date has informed me we are watching Les Misérables." He coolly answered.
I wish this simpleton would stop talking to me. Draco sneered at him and he knew he face expression clearly said, 'I would shut up if I was you'.
Liam smiled sweetly at him, lowered his voice and said, "I'm glad you are going out. I wouldn't want you here getting in mine and Harry's way." Then he spoke normally again, "I hope you have a lovely time."
Draco narrowed his eyes at Liam. He was tempted to cancel his date and stay here to piss him off. But no he wouldn't give Liam the satisfaction, he didn't want Liam to think he cared.
Draco logged off, closed the laptop. Standing he went to Harry and thanked him for letting him use it.
Harry smiled at him and Draco was pleased to note it was a genuine smile.
"You are welcome. Do you remember when I first showed you how to use it?" Harry said his voice full of happiness and warmth.
Draco was leaning with his bum against the counter, facing out so he could look at Harry as he was preparing dinner. Harry did a lot of his cooking the muggle way and Draco often enjoyed watching Harry at work.
"Of course I remember. I had to buy you a new one as broke the old one." He laughed.
Draco remembered as it was probably one of the first times he became more aware of Harry and how he was effected by him.
Draco was sat at the kitchen table, whilst Potter was setting up a coffee machine. Potter had moved in a few weeks ago and he had just started unpacking.
"What the hell are you doing Potter?" he snapped.
Harry turned and frowned at Draco, "What does it look like I'm doing. Talk about asking stupid questions." He carried on as he was.
"It looks like your polluting our kitchen with muggle shite." He sneered.
Harry laughed, "Got it in one"
Draco sighed, "Potter seeing as you're the muggle expert and all. Can you explain some things to me?"
Harry set the machine to do something, Draco wasn't sure. It looked like the contraptions that he saw in muggle coffee shops and he hoped it would produce nice tasting coffee. Harry walked over and sat opposite Draco at the table.
"Ask away. But don't push your luck – no insults or running down muggles." He warned.
Draco arched an eyebrow, "As if I would" and then he smiled.
Harry returned his smile and Draco felt the flutter in his stomach. It was a very feint flutter but it was there and more importantly there because Harry had smiled at him.
"Well bloody Rick, that's my latest squeeze. He said that a new trend has started where lots of witches and wizards are surfing the net. What the hell is that? And he also said that there are lots of wizarding websites to become members of. That if I signed up I would hear about all the latest parties and such like. What is a website?" he asked seriously.
Harry managed to stop the laugh from coming out. Draco needed to be treated with care, any sign that Harry was laughing at him and he would retaliate with spiteful words and ignore Harry for days.
"Um well it started off as a muggle thing. They invented computers and the internet. Um it's complicated the internet, but basically you can just about find any information you need to know on the internet. It's a very useful tool when expanding your knowledge."
Draco frowned, "I still don't get it?"
"The Internet is a global computer network providing a variety of information and communication facilities, consisting of interconnected networks using standardised communication protocols. That's the fancy definition." He laughed when Draco's frown deepened.
"It's best not to think about the actual internet or websites, or how the hell they work. Let me get my laptop and I will show you how to use it, forget the history of it."
Harry returned with a slim devise. He placed it on the table and sat next to Draco. Draco caught a brief whiff of Harry's aftershave and noted he liked it. Draco scooted his chair closer, so he could see the laptop – not because he wanted to be closer to Potter. Well maybe a bit of both.
"This is a laptop. It is needed to help people connect to the internet and many other things. Like writing letters, organising your finances and things that muggles use in their offices. But I'll show you the wonder of the internet first." Harry sounded uncertain, he knew he wasn't explaining it very well.
He just wanted to sit close to Draco and teach him something new.
"Potter is this worth it?" he moaned.
"Yes, trust me. You like the TV don't you? Once you get the hang of it, you'll be addicted." He reasoned.
Draco nodded now determined. He loved the TV and the DVD player, he would listen to the jumbled explanation Harry offered and try and understand.
Harry showed Draco how to open it and turn the power on. "That icon means internet explorer." He showed Draco the touch pad and how it worked.
"So here you do it. Use the touch pad to move to the icon and double click on it." Harry pushed the laptop towards Draco.
Draco felt like Neville Longbottom when faced with a difficult potions lesson – utterly useless and out of his comfort zone. But Harry's encouraging smile made his feel happy and he wanted to stay with Harry for a bit longer.
He eventually managed to click on it and a screen popped up.
"It automatically comes up with a search engine. Basically you use the keys and type whatever you want into the search engine and it will list all the websites that relate to what you have searched."
Harry frowned, "Like the library. It has lots of information stored and you just need to look for the right thing. So let me type something."
He pulled the laptop to him and typed a search for nearby restaurants.
"See I typed the words, by pressing the keys that spell the words I want to search. That long one creates a space between your words. Then you press the big one with an arrow. That means 'enter' and it then starts the search for you."
Draco watched as the screen changed and a list of nonsense appeared.
"These are the internet equivalent of books. Each one has different information, by different authors and you can click on any of them and read the information."
Harry clicked on the top one, "See this is a list of the ten nearest restaurants to our house."
Draco still didn't really understand, but he knew that it was a thing he would like to get a handle on. He glanced at Potter who still had a slight frown. Draco thought he looked handsome when he was thinking hard, strange thing to think and all – but he did.
"Sorry Draco. I'm not really explaining it very well. You will be slow at typing at first, but eventually you will learn where each letter on the keyboard is. Then your hands will speed up and you will automatically type fast without even thinking about it. That is the delete button, it removes what you have typed."
Harry returned to the search page, deleted his sentence and pushed the laptop to Draco once again. "You search for something? Anything? It may not have any answers for magical things, the muggles don't know they exist. But search for something more general." He seemed nervous, like he was desperate for Draco's approval.
Draco thought for a moment and then slowly and painstakingly tapped each letter/key to spell the words he wanted, with spaces in-between. He pressed enter like Harry told him and the page filled up with a responses.
Harry laughed, "Your first ever time searching for something and you go straight to sex! Says a lot about you." Harry joked.
Draco smiled and returned to the laptop, "There are too many results, I can't look at all of those. Besides most of these mention women, I want results regarding men."
Harry had only recently learnt that Draco was also gay, and it came as a shock. Not because he didn't expect it, as he had his suspicions. Just because his interest in Draco had increased once he knew this. Like his body realised Draco was on the market and he wanted him.
"That is because when you searched for, 'Top ten sex positions' you didn't specify you meant for gay men." He explained.
"Oh. So the internet assumes that everyone is straight. That's a bit unfair."
Harry laughed, "No it's not a person set on another computer or anything. It's a machine it has no feelings or opinions. It is basing the responses on the most common answers and most popular, also you didn't state what you wanted in detail."
Harry deleted Draco's search and typed a website address he found previously, and handed Draco the laptop. Harry smiled when Draco's eyes lit up and he grinned.
"Oh he's scrummy. How do I talk to him?" Draco asked.
Harry snickered, "That's just a picture, and you can't talk to him. Unless you know his e-mail or go in a chat room. That's for another day – if I show you that you'd never put the laptop down."
Harry showed Draco how to navigate through the webpage and showed him the back button.
"Oh look at this Harry. You tried that? You did know this um …"
"Website." He looked at the screen and smirked.
"Yes I tried that. I won't recommend it. They make it look easy, it's not. I almost broke my neck attempting it. Maybe you shouldn't go straight for the difficult positions, try the basics." Harry suggested.
Draco scoffed, "I've done the basics Potter. Jesus I've been gay since I was, well forever. But I figured it out when I was at school and I have had plenty of sexual experiences. I don't need a website to teach me – I'm rather adventurous and I figured a few things out by just having hands on experiences."
Draco grinned as Harry blushed, "Yes. Well I'm sure you can still lean a few things. Ryan..."
"His name is Rick." Draco corrected.
"Oh. Rick will be pleasantly surprised the next time you have sex I'm sure. Or mortified, depending on what you discover." Harry reasoned.
Draco smiled mischievously, "I think I will try this one." And he pointed to the screen.
Harry glanced at it, blushed and mumbled, "Wish I never showed you now. You're only going to look at porn and unsavoury things. You can use it for innocent things too, like learning."
"I am learning. I am learning how to have the best orgasm of my life. Very important don't you think?" he teased.
Harry coughed, "Sure. Draco, no wanking over my laptop okay." He warned.
Draco laughed, "I wouldn't dare. Not over it anyway. Maybe next to it."
"Draco" Harry cried out in a whine.
Harry had left Draco to go unpack and he was still on the laptop a few hours later. Harry heard a string of curse words and a crash. He went to the kitchen and found Draco looking guilty at the clearly broken laptop on the floor.
"Ops. Sorry Potter. I'll buy you a new one I promise. It just blacked out and died and it wouldn't do anything and I lost my temper." Draco explained.
"You probably ran the battery down. It needs to be on charge. You should have asked me before you threw it across the room." He scolded. But he wasn't that angry, Draco looked guilty as hell and knew he was sorry.
The next day Draco had purchased a top of the range, fancy and very expensive laptop for Harry. Harry was happy with it and agreed to allow Draco to use it, but he had to limit Draco to a few hours a day. Initially Draco just used it to further his sexual knowledge and other unsavoury things. Then he soon got bored and started using it for research, learning and help. If he heard of a muggle thing he was unsure of, he would look it up and lean about it.
Harry grinned at Draco, he was clearly remembering the time Harry showed him the laptop.
"You know those first weeks you were a nightmare. Constantly saying, 'Harry. Did you know…' as you read something on the internet and decided to impart your new found knowledge onto me. It was annoying, you were a walking encyclopaedia."
Draco shoved Harry's shoulder lightly and grinned at him. Harry held his gaze and they made eye contact for a few seconds. "I learnt a lot thank you. I know that Hippos milk is pink and that snails have four noses."
Harry laughed and shook his head. This was the kind of nonsense Draco sprouted for weeks after discovering the internet. He soon realised he wasn't going to be able to learn everything and settled for using the laptop only if he needed to. Not to search useless but factual titbits.
Harry had completely forgot about Liam, he was laughing and joking with Draco. Who was standing rather close and Harry could see the laughter and happiness in his eyes as he spoke with Harry.
"I didn't appreciate being woken up at 5am to be told that we had a rat in the alley outside and you read on the internet that, rats multiply so quickly that in 18 months, two rats could have over a million descendants." Harry playfully said.
Draco looked abashed, "Yes but its true and I was worried that we would have millions of rats swarm our house. I was panicking Potter and you laughed and didn't help me." He whined.
Harry rolled his eyes, "I did help. I sat on the sofa with you and we watched TV until you forgot about it and we fell asleep."
"Oh yeah. Thanks." He studied Harry's face.
Harry blushed and returned to the stirring of the mincemeat for the bolognaise.
Liam coughed and Harry jumped and blushed again. "Sorry Liam, I got distracted." Harry shot Draco a glare.
Draco held up his hands, "You started it by asking if I remembered the internet lesson. Anyway I'm going to get ready. As Liam pointed out, I need time to make myself gorgeous."
He sauntered out of the kitchen. Sending Liam a smug grin on the way past.
Antony knocked don the door as Draco was still getting ready. Harry let him in and showed him to the living room.
"I'll just go fetch him. He's getting ready." Harry smiled at him and left.
Harry told Liam that Antony was a muggle and not to mention anything magical whilst he was gone.
Harry walked into Draco's room without knocking, his door was open.
"Potter get out. Stand in the hall and knock like a civilised person." He glared at him.
Harry huffed went back to the hall and knocked on Draco's door.
"Come in" Drac sneered.
Harry shook his head and entered, "Prat. Your fancy man is here. He looks older than I remember." Harry couldn't help criticising Antony.
Draco looked over at him, stared for a moment and then answered, "Yes he's thirty five. He is a doctor, it takes a few years to study and become an established doctor."
Harry smiled wickedly, "He's your sugar daddy"
"Fuck off Potter. He's only seven years older than me. Anyway a sugar daddy is a rich older man who lavishes gifts on a younger woman/man in return for their company or sexual favours. I have received no gifts and I have not given or received any sexual favours."
Harry was staring at him and Draco didn't know why he said it, he was feeling particularly mean, "Yet" he added.
Harry's face shut down, no emotions were evident, "Anyway he's here so hurry up" he firmly said and left.
Draco checked his appearance and then went in search of Antony.
"Sorry to keep you waiting I couldn't find my wallet. Let's go." He smoothly said as he smiled brightly at him.
Draco was annoyed now, Potter had unsettled him. First he wakes him up to tell him Liam is coming over and that started his day off badly. Then Liam the arse flirts with Harry in front of him and whispers insults to Draco. Finally Potter calls Antony a sugar daddy and makes him feel awkward on his date. Bloody Potter. I bet he's shagging Liam. If Draco was truly honest that was what was bothering him the most.
They watched Les Misérables and Draco enjoyed it. He was a bit uneasy being in a crowded theatre with all those sweaty muggles, but he soon forgot that as he watched the musical.
Afterwards Draco suggested they head back to his, as it was nearer. It wasn't because Draco wanted to check up on Harry and Liam – honesty.
Antony sent Draco a charming smile, "So your review on the show?"
Draco returned his smile, "The set was really well done - the actors were excellent and the singing sublime. I really enjoyed myself and I will be recommending it to my friends."
Antony looked happy with Draco's enjoyment of the show. "I'm pleased you liked it. I'd hate to have a bad date with you. Something about you makes me want to impress you and gain your undivided attention."
Draco was familiar with that. Many ex-partners were eager to impress him and to interest him enough to keep his attention. However he usually got bored or wasn't impressed.
"Well I am suitably impressed with tonight's date. But maybe we can have a bit more wine." He suggested.
Antony laughed and they talked all the way back to Draco's house. Draco almost lost his temper in front of Antony and Liam. Harry had the nerve to sit and watch Supernatural with Liam. Draco knew he was overreacting.
But he thought that Supernatural was what he and Harry shared. They watched that together and with no one else. They bonded over it. Now Harry had watched ahead of him in the series and with Liam. How could he. He seethed in his head.
Calm down, you are being melodramatic. It's just a show and obviously Harry doesn't think the time you watch it together is special. So why should you? He told himself.
"Draco are you okay? You seem pale?" Antony asked.
Harry paused the DVD and spun around to glance at Draco. He did look pale, but he also had a fierce look in his eyes that told Harry he was pissed off about something.
"Yes I'm okay. Just feel a bit light headed. Do you mind if we cut this date short? I will be in touch to arrange our next one."
Antony seemed worried for Draco's health, "Sure Draco. Whatever you need."
Draco walked him into the hall and to the front door. "Sorry. I just feel out of sorts."
"No need to apologise Draco. As long as you want another date I'm happy" he replied as he stepped closer.
Draco knew he was expecting a goodnight kiss, "Yes maybe on the weekend. Thanks for tonight."
Draco let Antony kiss him. It was a closed mouth kiss and very polite and simple, perfect for a goodbye kiss. Antony didn't push his luck and Draco was pleased with that.
"Night Draco. I hope you feel better soon." Antony kindly told him, he pecked him on the lips and left.
Draco stayed in the hall taking calming breaths and then headed for the kitchen. He probably felt ill because he hadn't eaten anything and it was getting late.
He warmed up some soup and buttered a roll. Sitting down and eating when he really didn't feel like it, but knew he had to eat something.
He couldn't explain why seeing Harry snuggling on the sofa with Liam watching supernatural had affected him so much. But it had. He was angry, envious and god damn annoyed.
Harry came in and smiled tentatively at Draco. Draco ignored him. Selfish bastard.
Harry fetched two beers and then stopped at the table, looking down at Draco.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
Draco stared into his bowl of soup and replied, "Fabulous" he icily said.
It was obvious from his tone of voice, his body language and the fact he wasn't making eye contact that he wasn't okay. But he couldn't be bothered to explain to Harry why he felt so betrayed and hurt. Harry would laugh and call him stupid. It's just a TV show after all.
"You're obviously not fine. Did Antony do something to upset you?"
Draco snapped his head up and glared at Harry, "No Antony wasn't the one to upset me" he seethed.
Harry put the beer down on the table and frowned, "Have I upset you?" Harry looked confused.
Draco laughed, "Yes you fucking upset me and what upsets me more, is that fact you're not even aware of what you've done. Proves it meant nothing." He erupted voice cold and hard.
Harry stepped back, shocked at Draco's outburst.
"Draco? What? Tell me why you're upset?" Harry pleaded.
Draco pushed the chair back, stood and glared at him. "There is no point. I know I am over reacting. You better go back to Liam, before he feels left out – again."
Harry hated that Draco was mad at him and he had no idea why. Harry reached out and touched Draco's arm, "Please Draco"
Draco sighed, "Fine. You'll think I'm being stupid. But it …it upset me that…that you are watching Supernatural with Liam. Okay. I thought we were watching that together, just us and….I don't know. Whatever." He explained and then left to go to his room.
Harry stood frozen on the spot. He felt so guilty, he hadn't known that watching TV with Draco, meant so much to him. Yes Harry loved the times that he and Draco spent relaxing and watching TV. But for Harry it wasn't about the actual shows they watched, just the time spent with Draco.
Liam had said he loved Supernatural too and asked if they could watch and he had put the DVD in before Harry had answered. They had only watched two episodes before Draco returned.
Harry rubbed his eyes under his glasses. He was in no mood to entertain Liam now. He returned to the living room, made an excuse and showed Liam out. He hovered outside Draco's door, unsure what he was going to say or do. He just hated that Draco was going to bed angry at him.
He knocked. "Draco? I knocked like a civilised person. See you're teaching me well. Draco?"
"Go away. Liam is waiting for you." He snapped.
Harry sighed, "He's not I told him to go home."
Silence.
Harry remembered the stupid facts that Draco had said earlier about Hippos and snails. So he decided to ramble until Draco opened the door.
"Did you know the electric chair was invented by a dentist? Hermione's parents are dentists."
Silence.
"Did you know that the plastic things on the end of shoelaces are called aglets?"
Silence.
"You share your birthday with at least 9 million other people in the world." He had no idea that he had retained these useless facts.
"Draco I will stand here all night." He warned
"You will run out of facts first, your brain can't hold too much information." He retorted.
"Fine. I will go on and on. Wearing headphones for just an hour will increase the bacteria in your ear by 700 times." Harry remembered that, he stopped listening to his I-Pod for a week, until he forgot. But he must have subconsciously remembered it.
"What are headphones? Are they like mobile phones?" Draco's voice sounded closer, nearer the door.
Harry smiled, "No. They are tiny speakers that you place in your ear so you can hear music, or some form of audio. Like my I-Pod, that I showed you and you scoffed at."
"Oh okay. I don't have to worry about increasing the bacteria in my ear then. Go on." Draco said as he opened the door and smiled timidly at Harry.
Harry returned his smile, "There is a hotel in Sweden built entirely out of ice."
"I know that one. I want to go and stay there. Watch the northern lights too." He answered.
Harry agreed, "I'd love to go. They say they re-build it every year and that it's different each year."
"Harry?"
"Yeah"
"Sorry I had a tantrum. I don't know why I got so upset. You can watch anything you want with Liam, it's not my place to say." he glanced at Harry, he was embarrassed that he flew off the handle at something so small.
Harry's hand twitched as if he wanted to reach out, but he stopped himself.
"No. I won't watch any more with Liam. I ordered that Planet Earth for you the other day, we can watch that together when it arrives." Harry wanted Draco to be happy again.
Draco smiled, "You did. Thank you. Yes that would be nice, if we watched it together."
"Yeah. So are you oaky with me now?" Harry wasn't sure. Draco was a temperamental person.
Draco briefly touched Harry's hand, "Yes we're okay now. Night Harry" he smiled and closed the door.
Harry sighed, "Night Draco" he called through the door.
He headed to his room and re-played this evening over in his head. Trying to understand the complicated friendship he had with Draco.
