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Muggle Technology and Heroism	By : Tommy-Lane Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6910 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Hey all! This is a very light hearted fic that focuses solely around Harry and Draco's relationship. It will be about ten-ish chapters long and I've already got seven written, so you can be assured that there will be an update once a week :)

Chapter One: The Bother Of Toasters

"Oi, wake up!"

Harry groaned, his arm flying up to cover his eyes from the sudden slanting of light prying at his eyelids. "Bugger off." He grumbled, shaking the hand on his shoulder off and trying to reclaim the sleep so rudely stolen from him. Merlin but it had to be ridiculously early still, his limbs and head greatly protesting the idea of the morning already arriving.

"Move your lazy arse Potter." There was a rough, solid yank, the sound of fabric flying, and Harry yelped as the covers were ripped from his body.

"Fuck Malfoy!" He cracked an eye open, glaring blindly up at the blonde who was triumphantly holding his bed covers with a victorious sort of grin. "What time is it?"

"Late." The blonde drawled, throwing the blanket to the foot of the bed and grasping Harry's bare forearm. "Now up, that damnable toaster of yours is acting up again."

Harry narrowed his eyes and glared. "The toaster? Are you seriously waking me up because you want to eat toast? You don't even like toast!"

Draco huffed as he gave up on trying to physically pull Harry off of the bed and crossed his arms indignantly across his chest. "I do to like toast..."

"Since when?" Harry rolled over and reached for his glasses, shoving them onto his nose after wiping the sleep from his eyes. It was useless fighting with the former Slytherin, not when he felt like the appliances were out to get him.

"Since now." Draco snapped. "Now up, there's a weird smell and I fear we may be in grave danger."

"Fucking nuts Malfoy." Harry grumbled, swinging his legs off the bed and grabbing at the first shirt his hand came in contact with on his bedroom floor before padding blurry eyed down the hall. Pulling the wrinkled shirt on with a yawn, Harry rounded the corner into the small kitchen and promptly wrinkled his nose at the pungent smell of burnt bread...and smoke, Merlin why was there so much smoke? "God what did you do?" He demanded, waving his hand in hopes of clearing some of the gray clouds from over the malfunctioning toaster.

"I didn't do anything!" Draco protested, "It’s all the toaster, its gone dark I tell you."

"Cooking appliances don't go dark." Harry rebutted, his thumb pushing the spring loaded lever up and rolling his eyes as the pitch black bread that used to be a nice white popped up from inside its smoldering depths.

"I beg to differ." He sniffed, Harry just catching the blondes frown as he pinched the charred to unrecognizable death breakfast and tossed it into the sink. "See, I told you, I know for a fact that is not what that thing is supposed to do."

"You're right, but normal people also don't try toasting a simple piece of bread with the dial cranked up all the way." Harry said, turning the dial back to the two where it was supposed to be before carefully popping two pieces back into the slots and pressing the lever back down. "God I can't believe you woke me up for this." He blinked down at the messy counter top, at the open bread bag, a greased skillet, the empty plate, an unused mug sitting next to it...well messy for Draco anyway. He tapped the mug with his finger before glancing back at the table behind him, his gaze zeroing in on its full counterpart sitting at the ready.

"It was a fire Potter! We could have burnt to death!"

"No." Harry rounded on him, leaning back on the counter and crossing his arms. "No, about the worst that could have happened was you ruining our toaster. Again."

Draco frowned and tipped his chin up indignantly, Harry biting back a smile at the simple gesture. Living with Draco as a flat mate had taught him more about the blonde in a short amount of time then he ever thought he'd want to even know. Like the fact that Draco slept either completely naked (and boy was that a shock to find one morning) or in insanely expensive silk pajama bottoms. Or how he despised tea but drank black coffee like a fish, or how he didn't know how to work well...anything even remotely muggle but continued to try none the less. Then there were the morning runs that left Draco sweaty as he stretched out his muscles on their living room floor, the books (some with titles Harry had to not look too closely at or else he might have do his Auror duty and file a report against him) the man left on every flat surface available, and the array of beauty products that lined their bathroom shelves like he was living with some sort of fashion model.

And the men. Merlin the men were the biggest shock Harry had suffered since moving in with the other man nearly a year ago. He had known Draco was gay, he had known that the blonde liked to go out and had frequent flings, but well, he honestly hadn't thought that he would have to hear him with his counterpart of the week. It was torture, listening to his elegant lilt graveling in passion, the thunk of the headboard something Harry desperately tried to drown out with the volume on the telly. He couldn't stop from hearing it though, no matter what he did, like his mind was set on repeating what he knew Draco sounded like in the throes of passion just to drive himself mental.

Draco was still scowling at him in silence when the toaster popped and two perfectly golden brown pieces of toast sprang forth, a muscle in his pale neck twitching. Harry cocked an eyebrow and smirked as he plucked out the hot food and tossed them onto the awaiting plate. "See?" He said, thrusting the plate at Draco's chest.

"No proof." Draco took the plate and dropped down onto the kitchen chair, his long black pajama clad legs crossing at the ankle, Harry quirking his head to the side as his brain finally woke up enough to stop blinking unseeingly at everything and taking in the sight of the simple cotton, white tee adorning his upper half.

Draco didn't wear simple cotton. Nor did he wear anything that didn't fit him perfectly. It was easy to tell it wasn't his, that the thing adorning him in a baggy non-Dracoish way was Harry's shirt, with the neck line still stretched out from where he couldn't stop tugging at it when he was agitated and trying to fall asleep.

Harry glanced away and tried to keep his cheeks from heating up. Honestly it was nothing really, Draco had stolen his shirts on more than one occasion, but it was typically on laundry day when Draco had gotten into his inevitable fight with the washing machine and all his clothes came out sopping and bubbling. Not on mornings when Draco had entertained another nameless bloke the night before. "So...is there coffee?" Harry cleared his throat, hoping his tone came out causal enough. He hated how much Draco affected him, how seeing the man in his clothes tended to make him lose all train of thought, especially when Draco had made it undeniably clear that all he desired from Harry was friendship...and saving him from muggle technology.

"Mhmm." He nodded his head towards the half full French Press – one of the few muggle invention that Draco had declared as absolutely fucking brilliant - as he dipped a knife in the honey pot and smeared a smattering of the sticky substance onto his toast.

"Am I saving any?" Harry asked as he carefully poured the steaming black concoction into the mug sitting suspiciously by the dark toaster. It was a very specifically worded question, Harry's way of asking in not so many words if a strange man was going to be stumbling down the hall anytime that morning.

"No need." Draco took a bite of his toast, washing it down with a long drink from his own mug as Harry sat down opposite him and smiled into his drink.

"Do you need me to take a look at the washer?" He asked, smiling softly and taking the offered piece of honey toast Draco slid his way without even glancing up at him.

"No, why?"

Harry fiddled with the crust and shrugged. "I just thought...you're wearing my shirt."

"Oh. Yes." Draco looked down at his chest before leaning back in his chair and meeting Harry's gaze head on. "Some men where too much cologne." He said in explanation, which really made no sense whatsoever and Harry knew his confusion showed clearly across his face because before he could even ask what the hell that had to do with Draco wearing his shirt, the other man was already explaining himself. "You smell better than he did. It was distracting, couldn't sleep with that awful department shop stench."

"Oh." Harry blushed, hiding his smile in his mug with another drink of the too strong coffee. His brain didn't know what to do with that information, didn't know what it meant that Draco had actually gotten out of bed, found Harry's shirt, put it on, and only then could fall asleep. Nothing, another part of his subconscious warned him, and don't you dare start thinking it does other than the fact that Draco Malfoy is a narcissistic not-at-all-interested in you bloke.

"Do you mind?" Draco asked haltingly and Harry knew that if he were to glance up he would see one pale eyebrow arched and his gray eyes scrutinizing Harry in a far too knowing way.

So he kept his eyes on his plate and took a bite of the sweet toast to give him a moment to collect himself. "Course not." He smiled tightly.

"I was thinking of going into London today, I need to pick up some things, care to join me?" Draco asked, effectively closing the subject of Dark toasters and smoking bread and wearing Harry's shirt because he smelled better than whoever he was fucking the night before. It was typical Draco behavior and something Harry had quickly learned after becoming friends with the other man. Draco didn't like to dwell on anything, he cut off conversations and things and people like he was pruning dead branches - always keep things moving, never let anything grow stale, was the blonde’s motto in all things. The man changed residence nearly every year, threw out entire wardrobes for reasons unknown, cast aside boyfriends and friends alike with barely a twitch of recognition. His life was meticulously ordered, perfectly kept, his pruning shears always at the ready to snip anything that grew in his distaste. It made him a brilliant Potions Master for his own business but a horrid boss to those in his employ.

It was a miracle Harry had actually lasted so long in his life and if he was honest, the darker man would admit that the idea that one day Draco would wake and proclaim himself done with their friendship was something that nagged at the back of his head. He didn't want to end up like so many others had, he didn't think he could take it.

"Okay, maybe we co-"

"Dray?"

Harry startled in his chair, nearly sloshing his hot coffee all over his fingers as he caught sight of the half dressed man in the archway. The stranger was handsome - they always were - with thick dark hair and sculpted abs and bulging biceps. He had blue eyes that were clear and sharp and cheek bones that could probably buy him a career in just standing around and looking pretty.

Harry hated him immediately.

"Yes?" Draco barely even glanced over his shoulder at the new addition, his lips slightly pursed and his fingers lifting his coffee with precise movements up in the air to hover inches from his mouth and Harry knew in that moment that the nameless pretty face wouldn't be coming back.

Pretty Boy glanced at Harry who narrowed his eyes in return, making him feel like a damn watch dog but alas, it couldn't be helped. He never did like Draco's flings, no matter how long they lasted - a night, a week, the all elusive month, it didn't matter, he despised them all. "Do you...are you coming back to bed?"

"No." Draco deadpanned, his tone utterly bored, his lips parting and pale throat working as he took a small sip. "Your shoes are by the door."

Merlin Pretty Boy must have done something to seriously piss him off. Granted Draco was never nice about cutting his boy toys loose but he was usually somewhat more...stiffly cordial.

"You serious?" Pretty Boy gaped, his thick arms crossing over his stupidly crafted, hairless chest. The man had to wax, being that smooth and that masculine was just not possible.

"Mhmm." Draco hummed before turning his eyes on Harry. "Shall we leave in an hour?"

And that was it, the thread was cut, Pretty Boy glared something dark, huffed loudly, colorfully shouted at Draco in order to tell him just exactly how to fuck off and was gone - the front door banging loudly and the wall rattling.

"More coffee?" Draco asked when the noise died completely away, a smile on his pink lips and Pretty Boy already forgotten.

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"No, you're not getting that."

"Why not. Sounds rather useful does it not?"

"Sounds like a disaster waiting to happen."

"So uptight Harry, honestly what harm could come from such a small thing."

Harry rolled his eyes and let out a long sigh as he rubbed at his temple. "We don't need an electric tin opener. You don't even like tinned food. You always complain about it being an uncivilized way to eat."

"Well obviously." Draco muttered, holding up the box and pointing at the printed reviews of praise for the life changing appliance. "But it's clever, no. All one has to do is...well the backs a bit vague but it looks like you just place it near your intended tin and it somehow zaps it..." Draco's brow furrowed as he turned the box over, his eyes scanning over the text working its hardest to sell the stupid thing.

"Zap?" Harry laughed, snatching the box from his crazy flatmate and fitting it back on the shelf. "Trust me Draco, you buy that thing and tomorrow you'll be screaming at me to save you from it."

"Will not." He huffed, tipping the box back off the shelf and dumping it into the plastic shopping basket Harry somehow got suckered into carting around despite the fact that everything inside it wasn't his. "Now come on, Pansy said there's a coffee shop somewhere around here that is to die for, course she says that about nearly every new thing but who knows, perhaps this one will really be the all illusive diamond in the ruff."

"You don't need more caffeine." Harry interjected, his eyes widening at the prospect of walking back to their flat with Draco twitching at his side and rambling of a mile a minute.

"One always needs more caffeine." Draco corrected seriously, tugging on Harry's arm and dragging him over to the checkout counter, the blonde dropping three more useless knickknacks into the basket before Harry managed to get them through the line. The checkout girl kept shooting Draco odd looks as he fiddled with the miniature fans on display, but Harry was used it to by now and no longer cared that people tended to take two steps away and eye them dubiously whenever Draco got his hands on something that intrigued or confused him. He could really care less what a bunch of strangers thought anyway and beside he found it rather...adorable...or slightly irritating, depending on the hour and Draco's caffeine level.

"Gum's a funny thing, isn't it?" Draco muttered as Harry adjusted his grip on the brown paper bag housing their purchases, their feet hitting the pavement outside the shop in unison. "What's the purpose of this particular kind exactly?"

"You chew it"

"And?"

"That's it." Harry smiled, chuckling at the puzzled look on Draco's face.

"Well that's rather pointless."

"Yup."

"At least you can eat candy, you can't even eat this...or can you?" Draco pondered out loud, squinting as he tried to read the tiny letters spelling out the ingredients. "What's Aspartame?"

"No idea. And don't eat it."

"Muggles are odd." Draco grumbled, shoving the package of gum into his trousers pocket. "I'm hungry now, care for some sushi?"

Harry nodded, happy that the blonde had apparently forgotten about the coffee shop that was to die for and instead was going to get some sustenance into his coffee fueled body. "Sounds good."

"Excellent." Draco grinned, threading his arm through with Harry's, his hand sneaking into Harry's jacket pocket for warmth like it was a perfectly normal thing to do.

Fighting a blush, Harry told his heart not to race as the blonde plastered his side against his, the notion of personal space something that had all but disappeared between them after Harry had somehow managed to break past Draco's icy exterior. Their friendship had started out rocky at best, a fragile thing that often ended up exploding violently before somehow mending itself, and then one day Draco had smiled his first real smile in Harry's direction over a cup of coffee and Harry suddenly found himself desperately trying to get him to do it again, and again, and again. He had never really stopped come to think of it, Draco's smiles were so rare, and utterly breathtaking. He was probably an idiot for moving in with the crazy bastard - something Ron frequently liked to remind him of - but when word got around that Draco was searching for a flatmate, Harry couldn't stop himself from rushing into it, the idea of anyone else having the privilege of waking up day after day to the blondes neurotic behavior leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.

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"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Seamus barked, a riotous rise of laughter following in the aftermath of his spitted words.

"Would I lie?" Pansy snickered, tossing a wadded up cloth napkin at his face but she missed horribly, the green and blue fabric veering sharply to the right and smacking Luna in the arm.

"Always." Draco interjected and Harry heard the scrap of a chair as he turned back to his work, the sucking pop of a cork being pulled from a bottle soft against all the chatter in the small kitchen. "You were born with a lie on your lips Pansy love."

"And I'm all the better for it." She huffed with the click, click of her nails thrumming against the table. "But this time I happen to be telling the utmost truth."

"You do look a bit pink today." Luna hummed and Harry bit back a laugh as he chopped the fragrant leaves in careful strips.

"See I'm pink, Luna says so and who can argue with such sound logic?"

Seamus snorted. "I ain't convinced."

"Pink dear." Pansy announced with a haughty little smile curving up the edge of her words.

"What are you making?" Draco appeared behind him suddenly, his voice quietly pitched just below the rush of voices debating Pansy's ethics and ability to tell the truth and if being pink was a good or a bad thing. Harry honestly had no clue, Luna had called him aqua once and last week had declared Draco to be green...but fuck all if Harry had any idea what all that meant.

"Gnocchi with fried sage in a brown butter sauce." Harry answered without taking his eyes off the sizzling butter in the skillet.

"Smells amazing." Draco stood close, the smell of his aftershave sharply citrus and yet subtle as he reached around him and placed a wine glass filled with a golden hued liquid next to where he was working. "Well?"

Tipping the pan, the butter swirling and bubbling around the tender potato dumplings, Harry paused and took a sip of the wine, the earthy flavor flooding his tongue. "Chardonnay?"

"Well would you look at that, you got it right for once." Draco chuckled and Harry grinned down at his work before switching the gas off and removing the skillet. "I knew my good breeding would have to rub off on you at some point."

Harry shut his eyes and breathed deep through his nose, the brush of Draco against his back making him dizzy as his words ghosted over him. He knew they weren't meant to be sexual but spending an entire weekend with Draco tended to make him foggy and over sensitive to every touch and look, made him forget at times his firm rule of never letting Draco know how he truly felt. That and not to touch the other man. Or sit too close. Or let his eyes trace those pink lips...but god he was horrible at keeping them, his will power nothing but a wet, helpless fog whenever Draco was near. Merlin but sometimes living with him was torture. Harry wasn't sure what was worse, listening to the blonde groan behind his bedroom door or these moments when they felt alone even amidst a crowd of their friends - when Draco leant close, and brushed fingers, and said things that made his resolve all but disintegrate.

It was pathetic, he was pathetic really. Waiting and pining over what wouldn't ever be his, not fully anyway.

"Haha." He grumbled, shaking a mitt onto his hand as he pulled the door of the cooker open and withdrew the pan of grilled asparagus. "Grab the salad from the fridge would you?"

"Yeah." Draco grumbled before raising his voice and glancing over his shoulder, "Pans grab the salad yeah?" He shouted, snagging Harry's fork and spearing a pillow soft dumpling with a conspiratorial wink as Harry rolled him.

"Fuck off, I'm a guest." Pansy retorted and Harry smothered a laugh as Draco turned and glared at her.

"Merlin we've been slaving away for hours to make you this spectacular meal and you can't even move your lazy arse three feet to the fridge?" Draco huffed, waving the fork in the air in emphasis.

"Slaving? You? Ha!" Pansy laughed, her chuckle light as she sunk further back in her chair and took a slow, purposeful drink of her wine.

"I'll have you know that my astute sense of fine cooking is what makes all this possible." He said, jabbing the fork at her with a pointed look. "I'm an indispensable part of the cooking process. Right Potter?"

Harry nodded, letting a very serious expression overtake his face. "Oh yes, without Draco who would be here to open the wine?"

"You'd have me Harry!" Seamus piped in, raising his glass of lager in salute.

"Thank you Seamus, bet you'd even stir something once in a while too wouldn't you?" Harry asked, quickly sidestepping Draco's elbow before it could land sharply in his side. "Maybe even turn on the hob without setting a fire."

"Anything for you." Seamus grinned, downing a gulp of his beer as Harry skirted around Draco's venomous look only to find himself caught with the blonde's finger tangled in his belt loop. "Uh-oh someone pissed off the dragon."

"Better run for it Potter." Pansy deadpanned disinterestedly, her fingers curving in over her palm as she studied her painted nails.

"Dragons are very possessive creatures." Luna said airily.

"Does that mean Malfoy's going to throw Harry over his shoulder and lock him in his room?" Seamus wondered aloud as Harry stared up at Draco's face, a laugh he couldn't quite contain drifting past his lips as his flatmate glowered at him with a muscle twitching in his cheek that looked like it was desperately trying to lift the man's pale lips up into a smile that Draco would no doubt deem completely unrefined.

"God I hope not, I'm starving." Pansy whined as Luna patted her knee in reassurance and Harry's lower back hit the counter, his pulse jumping.

"Best grab the salad then." Draco threw back at her as he pulled his wand and twirled it with a dangerous spark lighting his gray irises, the wooden length spinning and looping between his dexterous grasp. "Now let's try this again. The words you’re looking for Potter are: why yes, Draco is exultingly perfect in all he endeavors."

Harry gave him a flat look as Pansy - or maybe it was Seamus, or maybe both actually - snorted behind them. "I must not tell lies." Harry replied as seriously as he possibly could, crossing his heart with two fingers and trying to ignore Draco's thumb that slipped up his shirt, touching his bare skin above his trousers and making his stomach flip. God but that felt excitingly good.

"Shit Harry, that's morbid." Seamus wasn't looking at them, he was wiping the moister from his glass and flicking the wetness on his fingers at Luna with a goofy smile. But Harry barely heard him along with whatever Luna's response was, his world zeroing in on Draco - on his face with the familiar sneer curling his lips and his eyes sparking dark with flecks of blue and gold around the edges, on his finger touching him, brushing his skin without the other even noticing it. Bating Draco was never a good idea and he had once ended up with his hair grown down to his toes that refused to be cut for an entire week for a simple off handed comment that Harry had been stupid enough to keep drawing out.

But he couldn't help it. Draco always drew near when they were arguing, whether in jest - like now - or for real, like when Harry had accidentally spilled the man's entire bottle of cologne that had been imported from Spain. He shuddered at the memory then promptly felt another shiver pass down his spine as Draco tugged on his belt loop with a feral smirk and tapped his wand against the counter top. Near the food Harry had just made. Oh damn.

"You wouldn't dare." Harry knew his voice sounded too soft, his fingers curling around the edge of the counter.

"Wouldn't I?" Draco countered and Harry wondered if it was normal for his breath to be getting lodged in his throat. He had a feeling that it wasn't, that normal people didn't get all flustered when a friend threatened their cooking while standing too close. But then none of his other friends ever grabbed his belt loops and glowered down at him like this either.

Don't go there, he told himself firmly, that line of thought was sure to lead to getting his heart stomped on and broken.

"Seriously? Already?" Ron's voice pried at Harry's attention, pulling him from his racing thoughts, and he peeked over Draco's shoulder to see his best mate trudge into the kitchen, a six pack of beer clutched tightly at his side and an incredulous look on his face.

Pansy nodded. "Something about salad."

"No it was about who cooked. Or if Draco was...what was it again?" Seamus emptied his lager and banged the glass back on the table before lifting it with a little wiggle in Ron's direction and a pointed look at the beer in his possession.

"No, setting the house on fire." Pansy sounded bored but she was getting up and walking with a swing to her hips to the fridge, pulling it open and withdrawing the mixed salad Harry had prepared earlier. "Potter implied that Draco is useless in the kitchen basically. Not untrue, after all." She dropped the bowl on the table and plucked a spinach leaf from the top, popping it into her mouth with an annoyed look on her face. "But whatever, just let him go Draco. I'm famished."

"Say it." Draco insisted, ignoring their friends and lifting one dark blonde eyebrow.

Harry rolled his eyes before reaching up a hand and condescendingly patting Draco on the cheek. "You're a wonder in the kitchen Draco dear, I'd be lost without you."

"Merlin kill me now." Pansy groused.

"Very sweet Harry." Luna chimed in, smiling up at Ron as the redhead joined them at the magically enlarged table.

"Ugh, don't call him Draco dear, that's just creepy." Seamus grumbled with an exaggerated shudder.

"And don't you forget it." Draco smirked before glancing down to where his finger was twisted through Harry's trousers, his hand giving an experimental pull and chuckling deep in his throat when the material stretched out too far with a little jerk of Harry's hips. "Rubbish Potter, best toss them in the bin after tonight." He winked and let go, his gait languid and sure as he plucked up his wine glass and joined their friends at the table.

Harry slouched back against the counter as he tried to smother a smile, his hand rubbing self-consciously against the back of his neck and a blush pricking up his cheeks when Ron glanced up and caught his eye with a knowing little look. He blinked and shook his head, turning quickly and gathering up the dishes he'd prepared and thanking Luna as she helped him spread it out across the dining table. Draco flicked his wand with a careless grace and everyone tilted to the side as plates sailed smoothly into place, cutlery appearing beside them with another twist of his wrist and Harry smiled at him with a happy warmth in his stomach as they all settled down and dug in.

Dinner at their place had become a near weekly habit over the past few months, their numbers changing depending on the day and time and Ron and Hermione usually had to take turns - one of them staying home with their baby son on nights Molly couldn't watch him. Pansy was typically always in attendance and Harry thought that maybe she was still a little miffed that Draco had moved out from her place and in with him but she seemed friendly enough and he was growing steadily more fond of her - of her brash attitude and cool indifference. Seamus had been coming around more and more since Dean had moved to America to study art for a year and on a rare night Blaise Zabini or Theodor Nott even ended up showing up - though Harry wasn't all too sure how much they even got along with Draco. It seemed a strange sort of friendship but Harry wasn't one to judge and Draco wasn't one to divulge. There was no pattern to when Luna came - she was there as often as she wasn't but Harry was always delighted when he opened his door to find her staring off into the front garden with her wispy voice going on about some sort of creature he had never heard of and was fairly sure didn't exist.

They talked about work, about quidditch, flinging crass jokes about on nights Hermione wasn't there, and Pansy taking the piss out of Draco whenever she got the chance. Harry loved it, every little second of it, he loved having everyone near, loved cooking for them and having their help washing up, loved the cadence of voices that crested and fell in a comforting wave. He loved looking up and finding Draco sitting across from him, watching him smile in an unguarded way when he caught Harry's eye - it felt secret, it felt like someone was pressing on his chest and stilling his air when Draco's attention was caught by someone else and his smile dropped back into a courtesy expression of polite interest.

His house felt alive when everyone was squeezed into the kitchen and his heart swelled with fondness and wonder that he had ended up so lucky. They were an odd group to be sure and often bickered and fought after a drink or two filled their bellies. But they had all survived and found this, a little slice of time to share their lives and it was perfect.

"Alright, who’s up for Bond?" Draco dropped his napkin down onto the table before picking up his wine glass, his eyes skipping around the table in question.

Harry set down his fork and felt a laugh rumble quietly in his chest. While Draco still seemed weary of the television set he had oddly enough latched onto any and all James Bond flicks like a true fanboy, a smile plastered on his face nearly the entire film and making Harry's heart clench in fondness as he watched him from the corner of his eye. Merlin he was cute when watching Bond, he always seemed to fear for the man's life, no matter that Bond always escaped and the ridiculous gadgets fascinated him like he was a giddy little kid - or Arthur Weasley.

"Bond?" Pansy wrinkled her nose and tipped her head in confusion.

"Count me in!" Seamus grinned. "God I love those movies."

"It's a movie?" Pansy asked, glancing back and forth between Draco and Seamus.

"Movies." Ron corrected, pushing his plate away that looked like it had been licked clean. "And I'd like to but I need to get going, Mione is expecting me."

"What's a movie? Is it some sort of game?" Luna asked and Harry glanced at her in surprise.

"No, it's something you watch, a bit like a play." Harry explained. "But in the living room, on the telly."

"Merlin, is nobody going to tell me what Bond is?" Pansy grumbled, off put from being ignored.

"He's a character. James Bond 007." Seamus nodded giddily, popping the top off another lager and refilling his glass. "Word class spy and all around ladies man."

Draco made a disgruntled sound in the back of his throat as he moved away and deposited his dish in the sink. "He's sexy as fuck, now who’s up to watching him strut about? And Finnigan you can't possibly drink that while Bond is on."

Seamus narrowed his eyes at his beer and shot Draco a confused look. "Why?"

"Tell him Harry." Draco grumbled, his voice distant and annoyed, like he couldn't be bothered to degrade himself enough to answer.

"Not classy enough." Harry explained with a chuckle. "So are we making martinis then?" He asked, watching as Draco strode to the cupboard in the corner and pulled down a metal shaker.

"Of course." Draco replied flippantly like the answer was perfectly obvious, because according to the blonde one could simply not watch Bond without a martini - shaken, mind, not stirred.

"Brilliant." Seamus jumped from his seat and started helping Draco gather the ingredients as Pansy grumbled that she might be persuaded to stay as long as whatever-his-name-was, was actually as sexy as fuck.

"I got to get going." Ron leaned towards Harry, his sharp blue eyes bouncing towards Draco and Seamus gathered at the counter as the blonde started measuring out vodka into the shaker. He looked like he was about to say more but in the next second he was smiling at Harry once more and rising smoothly from his chair. "See you tomorrow yeah?"

Harry smiled and nodded, bidding his friend goodbye with a clap on his shoulder. Then Ron was gone and he was pulled into a conversation with Luna about her latest research, his eyes straying to the counter - watching without trying to as Draco peeled the lemon into perfect little curls, his gray eyes glancing back and catching Harry's with a mischievous little smirk on his lips as Seamus jabbered in his ear.

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