Harry was halfway done with his breakfast when there was a knock at the front door.
Groaning, he pushed himself to his feet, and trudged towards the door. He glanced through the peephole, and let out a weary sigh when he saw Draco standing on the front porch.
He flung open the door, and cringed as Draco shoved a newspaper at his face.
"Potter! Honestly, what is the meaning of this? You didn't even respond to my letter. No apology, nothing! What kind of garbage are you telling Rita Skeeter anyway? I don't enjoy being laughed at every time I fancy taking a stroll in Diagon Alley, you know. 'Oh, you're Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter's sex toy.' That's all I've been hearing the past two days!"
Harry blinked slowly, trying to process the blond's angry ranting.
"Draco." He began slowly. "It's six in the morning."
That wasn't the right thing to say, apparently. Draco's face turned slightly red, and he sputtered angrily.
"I demand you go and tell that disgusting reporter that I'm not your "lover", or anything else. The last thing I need is more bad publicity, Potter. I'm trying to open my Potions shop! Do you think I need this?"
"You're opening a Potions shop?" Harry asked curiously.
"You're completely missing the point!" Draco yelled, throwing his hands up in exasperation.
"I don't necessarily think that being my lover would give you bad publicity." Harry replied, a thoughtful expression on his face.
Draco hit him with the newspaper.
"I'm not your lover!"
Harry held his hands up in surrender.
"Okay! Okay! I'll speak to Rita!"
Draco seemed to relax a little bit at that.
"Good."
He began to walk away, but Harry stopped him.
"Draco, wait. Do you want to have breakfast? I'd be curious to hear about your Potions shop."
Draco eyed him suspiciously.
"Since when are you interested in Potions?"
Harry shrugged.
"Do you want breakfast or not?"
"Fine." Draco agreed, stepping into Harry's living room.
Harry smiled a little, and led Draco to the kitchen. Draco sat down at the kitchen table, and sniffed when Harry pushed a bowl of oatmeal in front of him.
"I know it's not what you're used to, but just try it. It's not that bad."
Draco poked at the oatmeal with his spoon.
"It's mushy." He argued, staring at it with disgust.
Harry sighed.
"Fine, don't eat it then. But I wanted to ask you something."
"What would that be?" Draco asked, stirring his oatmeal around, looking appalled.
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Dear Severus Snape (Snarry Fanfiction)
Fanfiction(140,000+ words) In the aftermath of war, Harry tries to pull his life back together. Guilty of all the blood on his hands, he seeks a way to deal with his grief. He begins to write letters to the late Severus Snape, wishing he was able to reconcil...
