No reason to celebrate

Two hours later he found himself sitting in a rather fancy restaurant toasting to Draco with a quite expensive red wine.

When their antipasti had arrived Draco delicately picked up an olive and smiled encouragingly at Harry. “So, tell me all about your adventures, Scar head!” he deliberately stretched the last word to show his mischief.

“Well!” Harry leaned back in his chair for dramatic emphasis. “After I so heroically defeated the dark Lord himself, I fell into a kind of a ‘I am the greatest’ phase. People were so kind to me, everybody wanted to be my friend and see me. All this fame was really nice. And after I had taken a long overdue vacation, I went to all the places I was invited to. It was really great fun, you know. I was never short of money, loads of parties and never again anything to worry about. After a while the parties and visits turned to events so that more people could come and speak to me. Did you know that Ron was touring with me in the beginning? He stayed with me for nearly two years.”

“As what?” Draco grinned.

“As my friend of course!” Harry stammered. “You know, he is not like me. He met Fleur back when we were in Paris and in the end stayed there.”

“Not like you? Interesting! What does it take to be like you then, Harry? Fame, fortune, good looks or a nice firm arse?”

“What?”, eyes wide with shock Harry stared at Draco and soon after he wasn’t able to look his opposite in the eyes anymore.

“Oh, it’s the nice firm arse, isn’t it?”

“Malfoy!”

“You called?”

“You know what I mean!”

“Do I?” the blond really enjoyed himself.

“Yes!”

“Is there something you wish to tell me?”

“No!”

“Pity.” Draco smiled innocently at Harry.

“Anyway, as I was saying. After Ron stayed with Fleur I went on touring by myself.”

“What? No pretty maiden or handsome guy for you on the way?”

“I don’t think that is your business, Malfoy!” Harry looked a bit annoyed.

“Oh, we are back to the surnames now? Pity.” Draco waved for the waiter.

“Wait! No, I’m sorry Draco. I just don’t like it too much to talk about my private life. Please let’s not leave yet.” Harry tried to stay Malfoy’s hand.

“Actually I was going to order the main course.”

“Oh.”

“Come on, lighten up Potty. You can tell me all the sordid details as soon as we have chosen what to eat and redeem yourself.”

They ordered the main course and some more wine and Draco leaned forward on the table.

“So, now tell me. Was there anyone special along the road?” a feral grin made its way across Draco’s features.

“Not really, no. I was with Scott for a while but…”

“Hah! I knew it! Famous Harry Potter takes it up …”

“Will you be quiet!” Harry hissed angrily. “You don’t know anything.”

“Au contraire!” Draco lowered his voice. “I know that there is nearly nothing better than being slowly stretched and prepared. The feeling of a huge and hard cock filling you, the tingling and later electrical shocks when you prostate is thoroughly massaged and the intense mind blowing orgasm that may result from it. Though it is as nice to be at the giving end.” With a wicked smile Draco leaned back and watched Harry’s confused and embarrassed face.

“You?” was all that Harry could utter.

“Yep! Tell me, did I ever look straight?”

“I never looked.” Harry defended himself. “I was too busy arguing with you, ferret!”

“Ouch!” Draco gave Harry the touché gesture and just then the waiter arrived with their plates.

During the main course Harry told Draco all about the cons, how it had slowly gotten worse and the blond man soon detected more problems behind the mere façade. When Harry asked him again why he had so suddenly shown up at the convention, Draco couldn’t bring himself to tell Harry that he had come solely on business issues. Instead he told him how he had taken a short vacation and after hearing about the convention wanting to meet he Griffindor after so many years.

Harry’s face lit up hearing this and took his turn asking Draco how his life had gone.

The blonde told him how he had refused the dark mark just in the nick of time and how he had fled Britain after his parents had been killed by Aurors during the war. But before he left the country he had been wise enough to withdraw most of the Malfoy fortune and through dubious ways had washed it so he could open a new bank account in France and deposited it there. After having dwelled on his misery for quite some time, Draco had decided to do something with his life and as ambitious as he was had entered straight into politics and gone quickly up the ladder of career. Already when he was twenty six years old he had gained the trust of the Minister of magic and had been promoted to sous secretaire.

Harry was happily spooning his desert into his mouth when he started asking about some of his fellow students. It embarrassed him deeply that he didn’t have a clue what they had been doing and Draco was relieved that he had gathered some information up to now so he could tell Harry a few things without looking too ignorant himself.

They shared the laughter and joy when Draco told Harry about Goyle sharing a ‘family cell’ in Azkaban with his father, how Neville had become a teacher at Beaubatons for herbology and dark arts and Snape working for and with Hermione who had founded a science academy for the development and investigations for new spells and potions. Snape had dropped his favourite subject potions in favour of working on powerful talismans and charmed objects.

Harry told Draco how the Weasley twins had taken over Zonko’s and Ginny who had become an auror.

The evening had grown late and both men felt the wine going to their heads and so they decided to leave the restaurant. The night air was still fairly warm and Harry suggested walking when it dawned him that he didn’t even know where Draco was staying at the moment. But before he could ask, Draco held him back by the arm and asked him “Say, Harry where are you staying?”

“Actually I am staying at the River Inn, but I have to check out latest tomorrow at nine a.m.”

“Don’t get me wrong now, but what would say if I asked you to come to my place. Since you don’t have a home to go to and I could do with some company it would be sensible, don’t you think so?”

“You want me to stay with you?” Harry was flabbergasted. “I mean, yeah why not, but I thought you loathed me.”

“I never loathed you. I merely hated you very much!” Draco grinned and elbowed Harry gently.

“Okay. You wanted it this way. Let’s go to my hotel and I’ll get my stuff ready.”

“Wait. Do you know how to get to my place?”

“Of course not. Why, won’t we go together?” Harry was getting somewhat nervous.

“You know,” Draco started carefully “I could go ahead and get a guestroom ready and prepare some drinks. You could go by floonet. The name is Malfoy’s lair.”

Harry raised an inquisitive eyebrow but held his tongue. He found it strange that Draco had invited him in the first place, but now he wanted to apparate ahead? Not wanting to think too much into it, he simply gave his consent and Draco quickly gave him directions.

As soon as Harry had vanished around the corner on his way to his hotel, Draco let out a sigh. Just when he had invited Harry to stay at his place for a while, he had found his own motives to be honourable and caring, but immediately after he suddenly thought of certain problems that could arise without warning. Like Dennis waiting for him on his doorstep again, or dirty laundry lying around and such. This way he would get a head start and could remove any obstacles that might be lying around.


Harry shook his head for the umpteenth time while he packed his belongings into his duffel bag and wondered about the meeting with Malfoy. Not only had the Slytherin changed drastically, well they all had, but then the sudden invitation. Did Draco think that Harry needed somewhere to stay? Did he think him unable to cope? No, maybe it was just the wish of reliving old times, though that would really be challenging.

When he was ready, he pulled his bag and overcoat along with him into the fireplace and flooed to Draco’s home. The swirling, spinning and uncomfortable sensation lasted longer than usual but then at last he landed with a thud in an enormous fireside in a large living room. To his delight there was very little sot inside it and Harry nearly came out clean instead of being covered in black powder as usual.


Draco was running frantically through his rooms, picking up dirty laundry, making his bed and checking the rooms for other unwanted items, when he suddenly heard the well known noise of somebody flooing in from his living room. Throwing the laundry he had been holding in his arms into the basket in his bathroom, he hurried downstairs to greet Harry there.

The bag had opened when it had landed and now its contents were spilled all over the floor near Draco’s luckily unlit fireside. Harry was scrambling around on the floor trying to stuff everything back into it when Draco entered the room.

“Nice view.” He exclaimed watching Harry’s backside swaying enticingly from left to right.

Harry shot up from the ground and glared at Draco. “Instead of making daft remarks, you could help me here, you know!”

“Touch your undies? Are you out of your Griffindor mind?”

“Haha, very funny. Don’t worry, I already collected all of my ‘undies’!”

But instead of helping Harry, Draco sat down on his large cream coloured couch and elegantly crossed his legs.

Harry huffed in annoyance and quickly finished picking up his things. As soon as he had done so, Draco got up again and strode over to his former school mate, extending his arms. “Harry, welcome! How god to see you again.” Draco crooned.

“Moron!” Harry laughed. “Come on show me my luxurious room.”

“What makes you think it will be luxurious?”

“It is your house isn’t it?”

“Touché!”

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