Who: Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter What: Talking after the whole event thing Where: Harry's flat, Muggle London When:Warning/Summary</b>: The boys?
Harry had been incredibly moody after the whole event. Learning what it was like, or what it would have been like, without him was not something that cheered him up at all. He'd been managing all right, figuring things out after the war. What did the Boy Who Lived do after You Know Who was dead? Harry scoffed at that. He'd only ever wanted to be normal, but they'd all put him up on a pedestal, making him their hero. And he'd stepped up to the role, doing what was necessary because he knew there'd be no one else to do it. So he was going to be moody now. Because he deserved at least that, right?
Ever since that event back near January, Harry had holed himself up in his Muggle London flat that Draco now had the key to. Draco hadn't commented on it yet, and Harry wondered if he would at all. It had been a big step for Harry to do that. He was usually so personal, keeping to himself more often than not. Even he and Ginny had had their moments when Harry had just wanted to entirely be alone, everything else be damned. This was another one of those times. After seeing what the world could have been like to everyone whom he'd ever cared about, Harry had shut himself in.
He'd been happy to let Yukiko take over for most of the time, and when he did get time to himself he sulked in his flat. He'd turned on the telly, sitting in front of it like a robot. He'd curled up with a nice fleece blanket and several cups of hot cocoa, ignoring the rest of the world. Even when he'd gotten owls from Ron or Hermione, Harry tuned them out, sure his friends were wondering why he was so moody lately. He didn't care, much. If he hadn't done what he'd done, the Weasleys would very nearly have ended up dead, so would have Draco, and Hogwarts would have been controlled by the Dark Lord. Yeah, like that wasn't a lot of pressure on Harry's head.
However, Draco's offer of ice cream, but not really ice cream, peaked his curiosity a bit. He supposed if anyone would ever begin to understand him, really understand him, it was Draco. Oh sure, Ginny knew a different side of him, but Draco cut through the darker slices of Harry's life and forced them out into the open. Ron had seen these darker parts to Harry, and had even gotten jealous on occasion of them, but he couldn't push forward because Ron wasn't like that at all. Draco, on the other hand, had plowed ahead regardless of any walls that Harry had put up. So here he waited, curled up pathetically on his sofa in front of the telly, waiting for Draco to arrive with whatever pleasant distraction his...well, his boyfriend had come up with.