Drarry: Starting Over

The Leaky Cauldron: Harry

"Why would I do that? What do you take me for, a peasant?" Draco said.

"I take you for a git, Malfoy." Harry gave a flirty smile. "Now go pay the bill. I want to talk to Ron." Harry ushered him off with a ruffle of his hair. The blond was followed by Harry's eyes for a few seconds, before he turned his attention back to Ron.

"Bloody hell, you two haven't changed much," Ron said, rubbing his head in amazement. "Still having at each other." A laugh escaped Harry's lips.

"I guess some things never change. So listen," Harry gave a cautious glance at Draco, who was still waiting impatiently in line, then lowered his voice as he turned back to face the ginger. "I'm thinking of asking Draco to move in with me." Ron's jaw dropped. Harry watched him anxiously, glancing occasionally back to see Malfoy's progress in line. "What do you think?" He asked.

"Well, don't you think it's a bit fast? You've only been dating a few months." Harry thought, then answered.

"Yes, but with this war ended...who's to say there won't be another? I want him as close as I can get him. Not to mention, have you seen the place-" Harry brought his statement to an abrupt close as Draco sat down.

"May we go now?" He whined.

"I don't see why not." Harry pecked Draco on the cheek, then turned. "Ron?"

"You two go on. I haven't quite finished my burger." He gave an excited smile to the food I front of him, then picked it up.

"Shall we?" Harry said, holding out his hand. Draco released a fake groan, and took it.

"I suppose."