Half-listening to the answering machine he yawned lazily as his boyfriends voice rang out from the little black piece
of technology.

Hi, it's me. Just wondering what you'd like for your birthday on Saturday. And No, more sleep is not a
proper answer y'know. (Draco smiled) Oh, and I know your there, probably lying in bed jacking off you tosser. Am I right?
You can tell me later if i am. Tonight 7:00 sharp dinner at Ron and Hermiones, don't forget! See you there.

The beep rang again signalling the end of the message. Draco rolled onto his back and stared at the shaft of light which spread
across his ceiling from the gap in his heavy curtains. "Bollocks" He muttered, he'd completely forgotten about tonight.
Another night of forced politeness at the 'Saintly' Weasley household. They hated him, that was obvious and everytime he was
dragged there by Harry he would have to smile and compliment Granger on how nice and lovely their brat of a child was.
He considered for a moment faking dragon pox, before realising that Harry could always tell if he was lying. Deciding
to go and just grin and bear it, he turned his sleepy mind to another matter. His twenty-third birthday the coming Saturday.
He had no idea what he wanted off anyone let alone Harry. Strangely it was four years ago on his nineteenth birthday that
he'd gotten unbearably drunk and snogged Harry in front of the whole congregation of guests at his party. Mind you it turned
out well, they'd been going out ever since. He looked over at the red glowing digits of his clock. It was 1:30 in the
afternoon. Jeez, Harry's probably been up for hours. Yawning he pulled himself out of bed and began the ominous routine of getting
ready and decent for the upcoming nights events.

It was bang on 7:00 when he apparated in front of Ron and Hermione's house. It was a small little stone cottage in the middle
of nowhere. With ivy climbing its facade and quaint flowerbeds either side of the broken stone path leading up to the front
door. Taking a deep breath Draco knocked on the front door. The door opened almost immediately. It was Harry.
He beamed at Draco and planted a kiss on his lips.

"Did you get here ok?" Harry asked.

"Yeah" Draco replied returning Harry's kiss with even more fervour.

Harry smiled against the Slytherins eager lips as he felt Dracos hands wander slyly. He tried to tell Draco to stop,
but Draco could make him do anything with the way he kissed. He explored Draco's familiar mouth with his tongue as Draco's hands slid slowly under
his shirt, teasing his nipple between the tips of his fingers. Harry gave a soft moan which echoed into Draco's mouth as he
snaked his hands up Draco's neck and entangled his fingers in his long blonde hair.

"Uncle Harry what are you doing?"

They froze, Draco quickly detached himself from Harry, while Hary turned to see his four year old niece Gwen. Who stood
in the hall behind him watching him innocently.

"Nothing Gwen, I just had something in my eye that's all." Harry lied. Tucking his shirt back in.

Gwen gave him that 'Im not stupid' look that she had inherited from Hermione. Unfortunately enough she had also inherited
Ron's big mouth. Standing with her hands on her hips she stated.

"Uncle Harry, Im not stupid."

"Of course not Gwen."

"Then why couldn't you just say that you were kissing?" she said shaking her head at him.

"Well, er...." Dammit she was definitely Hermione's daughter.

"Please don't say anything" Draco interupted. Gwen's eyes locked onto him.

"Daddy says that I don't have to listen to you, he says your a prat." Draco suddenly looked like he'd been told off by the nurse for breaking a toy.

"Uuumm..uh." He stuttered, thinking of a remark that wouldn't get him hanged.

"Gwen?" Harry asked, "You wouldn't tell on me would you?" He asked pouting.

She grinned, and jumped into his outstretched arms. "Of course not" she said. "I love you" she made a particular point of
giving Draco a filthy look as she said this.

"Wheres mummy and daddy?" Harry asked her as he locked the front door behind them.

"In the kitchen"


Harry carried Gwen into the kitchen, Draco in tow looking moody.Hermione looked up from the stove as they entered.
Her smile faltering a little as she looked at Draco.

"Glad you could make it Draco" she lied. Ron looked up from the table, where he was setting cutlery. He decided that he'd
rather stay silent.

"Glad to come" Draco said gritting his teeth.

The atmosphere loosened after they had all sat down to eat. Hermione had prepared a wonderful sheperds pie. Which Draco had to admit,
was pretty good.

"This is lovely Hermione" Drao said.

She scanned his statement for any hint of sarcasm and having found none, she decided that this was a genuine compliment.

"Thanks" She smiled earnestly.

Harry gave Draco an encouraging smile, as he crossed his knife and fork on his empty plate. Hermione's attitude improved dramatically
towards Draco since his compliment on her cooking. She and Draco were enjoying a joke and were both laughing uncontrollably,
much to Ron's surprise. By the time they were finishing off a spectacular trifle, Gwen sat in a foul mood glaring at Draco and her
mother laughing. This was because for the last fifteen minutes she had been trying to get her mother's attention because she wanted another
glass of water. She tried asking her father but he was all the way at the other end of the table lauging with her uncle.
She, just like Hermione hated to be ignored and finally the pressure became too much. Fuming Gwen stood on her chair and shouted.

"HE WAS KISSING MY UNCLE BY THE FRONT DOOR!"

She was pointing straight at a very embarassed Draco.

Hermione turned to her immediately looking shocked.

"You were probably just imaginging things sweetheart" Hermione said trying to save the situation.

"NO! I wasn't, he was trying to eat uncle Harry's face!!!"

Harry's cheeks flamed, he had never been more embarassed in his life. He turned to an equally shamed Draco next to him.
Hermione gave Harry an apologetic look. This was exactly what he was afraid of.Gwen had definitely inherited Ron's talent
for gobbing off. Harry looked to Ron and now wished he hadn't, Ron was just sitting there in silent fury glaring at Draco.
He had never approved of Harry's relationship with him. He couldn't bear to hear anyone mention the fact that Harry and Draco
were intimate. And now, having his own daughter shout it during dinner. It was becoming to much to bear.
Hermione could see the colour rising in Ron's angry face. She quickly turned to Harry and whispered that he better make himself scarce.
Harry and Draco stood up and went to leave the table, unfortunately Ron chose this moment to explode.

"I never want to see you in my house again Malfoy!" He roared."How dare you..In my house, in front of my daughter???!!"

"I'm sorry Ron" Harry apologised, "I really a..

'I wasn't talking to you!" Ron shouted cutting him off. "I was talking to you" He pointed a finger dangerously at Draco.

Gwen stood behind her mother looking scared, tears running down her face. Hermione desperately trying to calm Ron's temper.
Draco looked as if he didn't know whether to shout back or cry, he'd never been so humiliated. Harry saw this and took his hand in his.

"If Draco isn't welcome in your house Ron, then neither am I" Harry stated defiantly, holding Draco's hand proudly.

Ron looked like he would have prefered Harry to punch him. With an apologetic nod to Hermione Harry and Draco strode out the door,
down the hall and through the front door. Hermione rushed after them, reaching the front door only to see them disappear hand in hand into the night.
She turned to see a moody looking Ron standing in the kitchen doorway.

"You asshole Ron!" She snapped, slamming the door and striding back into the kitchen. Leaving Ron red-faced and sulking.

Harry had brought Draco back to his house, a modest little place in the village of LittleHampton just ten minutes from the sea.
Harry watched him as he poured Draco some firewhiskey, It was unnerving how silent Draco was. He handed it to him and sat down beside him
on the old leather sofa. Harry had drunk his own within minutes but Draco's remained untouched. The silence beginning to worry him, Harry wave his
hand lazily and his record player clicked into action. A slow rythmic guitar rang out from the speakers, Draco recognised it
as Harry's favourite. 'Eric Clapton'. Not wanting to look into Harry's eyes, Draco searched the room for something. He eventually found himself
staring at Harry's piano in the corner. Old and covered with dust, he'd stopped playing when Sirius died of cancer last year.
Draco's eyes trailed over to Harry's other instruments, an electric guitar beautifully polished, sat in an open case next to an acoustic.
He loved it when Harry played for him, which he did rarely nowadays. Harry had said that he felt he had lost his spark.
This made Draco smile sadly, Harry used to call him his muse. Now Harry just changed the subject when Draco asked him to play something.
Draco knew that Sirius' death had affected Harry terribly. Harry had been there at the end when Sirius died, sitting with him for hours.
Harry was a different person now, and perhaps He was too. Maybe they were too different.

"Harry?" Draco asked setting his glass down on the dining table.

"Yeah?"

"Do you still love me?"

Harry was stunned. "Of course I do, why are you talking like that?"

"It's just that Ron's your best friend and I don't want to be the one that ..

"C'mere" Harry said pulling Draco in close to him, holding him."I love you, and I don't care what Ron says. I would rather spend the rest of
my life with you than spend time with a friend who doesn't accept either of us".

" I love you Harry"

"I know you do, and I love you too. I know things have been hard for you Draco since Sirius died. I know I've changed, but my hearts still the same."

Draco smiled into Harry's shoulder, he slid his hand up under Harry's shirt and pressed it to his heart. It's rythmic beat trembling in Draco's fingertips.

"It feels the same" Draco whispered.

"Good" Harry said sleepily. He lay back on the sofa Draco still in his arms and fell asleep.
Draco smiled as he realised Harry had nodded off, he had never been one for late nights.The CD clicked to a finish, and Draco
lay down curled into Harry his hand still firmly over Harry's heart, and he too fell into a deep sleep.