All the Quiet Observers (Drarry)

Chapter 2

The waiter placed the crumpets and Chai Latte on the table.

"Thank you," grinned Harry up at the waiter.

He nodded, said 'enjoy your meal,' and smiled, then left.

"So.. what is our plan?" Asked Draco skeptically, grabbing a crumpet from the platter and biting into it as Harry took a grateful sip of his Chai Latte.

"I don't know.. we should go to him and tell him.. remember, this already worked when we got together, he accepted it after much persuading.." Harry said worriedly.

"Why can't he just accept it? Why can't he make it easer for us?" Draco asked, looking up at the buildings around.

"Because he's a homophobic asshole," Harry blurted out without wanting to.

Draco stared at him and he looked down in embarrassment.

"I can see your point," sighed Draco, sighing and looking down at his table.

"Well, wanna stay at my apartment for tonight? We can talk it over.." Harry said, fiddling with his finger and taking another sip.

"Yeah," Draco agreed plainly.

They finished there small meal and went around a little bit in the shopping area.

Harry got Draco a book at a bookstore and Draco got Harry a glass at IKEA as he had broken one while Malfoy had been staying.

Than they took the train to Harry's apartment.

"I'm getting used to going around in places where muggles are present all the time but it still makes me sick to think that they know nothing about Magic and I miss being around Hogwarts and Magic itself in general.. with other people," Draco said as as they walked up the stairs to the fourth floor were Harry's flat was.

"The neighbors are quiet nice, actually. Know nothing about Magic though, of course," Harry said as he took out his keys and unlocked the door.

"Do you ever miss your mum?" Harry's sled once they got inside and took off their shoes.

"Oh, yeah. Can only see her during holidays," Draco muttered.

They sat down on the sofa.

Harry and and Draco both worked at the ministry, which was the only way they could communicate with other witches and wizards unless They went to visit friends ( Ron, Hermione, Blaise, Pansy, etc). They still could see Ron and Hermione who also both worked at the ministry; Hermione was Minister of Magic.

Harry and Draco both lived fairly close to each other; 15 minutes with the train; Ron and Hermione lived together in a house, not an apartment , in the suburbs, which was even Nearer to the Ministry than Harry, (15 minutes by train and 5 minutes walking) while Harry was 30 minutes by train and 5 minutes walking, living 15 minutes by train from Harry.

"Like some water?" Harry asked Draco.

"Yes, please."

Harry went to the kitchen and made some water.

He came back a minute later and gave Draco the cup of water.

"So... when do you want to do it? A week or two?" Harry asked Draco, plopping back down on the sofa.

"Sounds good to me," Draco said considerably, looking at the pride flag that was laying lopsidedly on the table without paying attention.

"Great. And we'd have to find an apartment. Money, we have enough. It won't be very expensive," Harry said in a businesslike tone.

"C'mon. Why can't I just move in here? I love this place and it's bigger than mine," Draco said lazily.

"It's still too small," retorted Harry, taking a sip from his water (he had gotten one for himself, too).

"No. Please, Harry."

Draco looked at Harry, his eyes glowing with hope; Harry couldn't resist-

"Fine."