"It doesn't matter anymore. I'm just glad that I was able to get you out," Harry said, because there was no point going over their lives again.
"How did you try to be crazy?" he asked a little curious. "I'm sure that having Voldemort right there helped putting things into perspective. It's different when you are in school with no one else around. You can almost make yourself believe that it's all that matters. The stranger part is that now, all that happens here is the only thing that matters."
Harry laughed. "I'm perfectly happy with the shagging, and no, I don't think I was going there. I can't believe one person wants to put up with me, let alone two." He couldn't even imagine fucking around in a group this small. Things would blow up in your face. "I was more curious about the day to day stuff. I- I don't know with Ginny it was a given, but I stayed at my house, I did what I had to do. I'm really not sure how you- anyone does a relationship."
He shifted to the side, one bent leg on the couch as he turned to stare at Draco. "For example, we keep talking, right? How do we go from talking to shagging? Did we just decide a day? Is it penciled in after a few weeks." He cupped Draco's hand and then leaned in for a kiss. It was soft and short and he grinned as he pulled back. "Do I get to do this in the meantime? I am a Gryffindor. We break the rules when we know them, imagine how bad we do when we aren't even sure about the rules."