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"Fine I'll go! If that's what you want." Draco glared at his father, and turned to his mother. "Do you want me to go?" His voice cracked.
"I think, it's for the best." She said shortly, not looking him in the eye.
"Fine." Draco said again, shoving past his father and snatching his already packed trunk off the floor. "Bye then." He said, as sarcastically as possible, apparating out of Malfoy Manor, and onto Diagon Alley.
It had been 7 years since the Battle of Hogwarts. His father had just spent 5 of those years in Askaban, and his mother on house arrest, where his father joined him. Draco had just made the decision to tell them that he was gay, and they didn't take it lightly. They had disowned him, and kicked him out.
Draco stormed past the shoppers, heading straight to the bank, Gringotts. He walked in and up to one of the Goblins.
"Id like to open my vault. Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." The Goblin looked up slowly.
"I can't." The Goblin said sharply.
"What do you mean you can't? I have my wand if you need it for conformation." Draco put his trunk down fumbling around his pockets in his suit.
"No, that won't be necessary. Your vault has been frozen, no one can take anything out, or put anything in. Your father Lucius Malfoy, set it up." Draco was taken aback, his father would go as far as depriving him of his own money?
Draco picked up his case and walked out of the bank without another word. He stalked angrily across the street, his head down. Though it had been years since the war, Draco's reputation was not what one considered to be 'good'. Draco bumped into someone, his trunk knocking their legs.
"Sorry." Draco said looking up and meeting the green piercing eyes of Harry Potter.
"Ma- Draco." Harry smiled at him, not a rude smile just a normal friendly smile, Draco looked at him confused. His face was still as handsome as ever, if even grown more handsome with age. His hair had been cut on the sides, the remaining hair tied into a small pony tail on the back of his head. His glasses square instead of round, framed his stubbled face, Draco blushed.
"Potter. I apologise." Draco turned to walk away as a small child popped out of no where, his blue hair changing to match Draco's blonde.
"Metamorphose." Potter said in clarification "Teddy this is Draco Malfoy, we went to school together, say hi." The small boy waved at him.
"Hello." Draco said. "Is he yours?" Draco thought aloud. Why did he even ask that? Potter hates him.
"He's Remus' I'm his godfather." Potter smiled again, why did he smile? Merlin Draco stop thinking about his perfect smile.
"Harry, can we go now?" Teddy tugged on Potters sleeve. "You said we could go see the new broom." His hair turned pink.
"Yes well we'd better go shouldn't we. Well see you Draco." Harry gave a short wave before being dragged along by the boy, who's hair changed blue again. 'What just happened?' Draco thought and smiled for the first time in a long time and carried on walking, only to sit down outside the Leaky Cauldron.
He sat there for about ten minutes before Potter showed up again.
"Why are you sat outside here?" Potter asked him, Teddy wasn't clinging onto his arm this time.
"Where's the kid?" Draco asked.
"His Grandmother came to take him for the day." Potter came and sat next to him on the floor.
"Why are you being so nice to me? You hate me?" Draco asked him.
"I 'hated' you Draco, it's in the past. Besides I would be dead if it wasn't for your mother." Draco scoffed. "What?"
"Great Mother she is." He said sarcastically.
"Why what did she do?" Harry looked at Draco's trunk. "She didn't kick you out did she?" Draco nodded.
"Because of people I'm attracted to, they kicked me out."
"What?" Potter asked him.
"I'm gay you tosser. And they disowned me because of it." Draco looked at the ground.
"Come on." Potter stood up. "Let's go get a drink." He picked up Draco's case, so the blonde boy had no choice but to follow him into the pub. "You can call me Harry you know."
"Alright." After a few drinks, they were both a bit tipsy, more Harry because he was quite the light weight. "So what happened with you and Weaslette?" Draco asked him.
"Oh we broke up, we were engaged for a while, but you know good things come to an end, and she got mad because I was bi and she left me, for Cormac, stupid stupid Cormac." Harry sighed into his firewhiskey.
"Wait Mcglaggen? The one who tried out for goalie, who was in the Slug Club?" Draco asked, not wanting to pry about the other reason.
"Yeah that asshole. Anyway, they're together now, have been for about two years, Ron hates him though, so that's a plus, only cause he tried it on with Hermione though."
"So they're still together then." Harry nodded and drank some more. " I think you've had enough of that." Draco said.
"Why were you so mean in school? Didn't you like me? Everyone liked me, but I just wanted to be Harry, not The Boy Who Lived, you didn't like me though, and your little posse." Harry said.
"I did like you, a lot, still do actually."
"Oh okay then." Harry smiled and something inside Draco melted.
"Let's get you home. Where do you live?" Draco asked him.
"At least take me on a date first. Or was this a date?" Harry smirked. "Very smooth Ferret."
"Ferret?"
"Remember when Moony turned you into a ferret, that was funny." Draco picked him up and draped his arm around his shoulder, picking up his trunk in the other hand.
"Where do you live?"
"12 Grimmauld Place." Draco apparated them there. As soon as he did, a ghost figure flew towards him. "I didn't kill Dumbledore." Harry slurred. Draco was taken aback by this random statement but saw the figure who resembled Dumbledore, fade away.
"Where's your room?" Harry nodded up and Draco sighed and walked into the living room, dropping Harry onto one of the sofas, not wanting to climb the stairs.
"You can stay here if you want. It gets lonely when I don't have Teddy to keep me company." Harry rolled over on the sofa.
"Sure thing Scarface. I'm going to get you some water." When Draco got back, however, Harry had already fallen asleep. Draco put the water on the table next to Harry, and took a seat in the big armchair falling asleep in an instant.
Not thinking that he would wake up to looking after an extremely hungover Harry. Not realising the relationship that was about to blossom, between the soon-to-be
roommates. Only knowing how much he still liked Potter, especially after seven years, Draco rolled over in the armchair sighing contently.
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