The Auror and the Blonde

"So, this is where you're living now?" Draco Malfoy asked, following a certain Chosen One into his new flat. He threw his black jumper on a nearby coat hanger where Harry had put his own and turned to scan his friend's new home.

"Yep, home sweet home," Harry said happily, using his arms to refer to the small living room.

It really wasn't much; Harry's flat only consisted of a bedroom, small bathroom, kitchen, and living room.  He didn't feel the need to waste all his money on something big- he was single and at work more often then he was home, anyways. Being an Auror really took up a lot of Harry's life.

But he always made time for Draco.

Draco's bright silver eyes locked with Harry's, and he smiled a bit. Harry felt his heart race increase as he returned his smile.

"It's a bit on the small side for my taste, but it's nice," Draco said eventually, running a hand through his short, soft blonde hair. His eyes continued to scan the room.  "I'm guessing its much more… peaceful… without the she-Weasel around." Harry laughed.

"Trust me, it really is. I haven't felt the need to pull my hair out once!" Harry said with a smile. Even though he and Ginny had broken up back in school, Draco still loved to tease him about it. He didn't mind at all, as long as Draco was talking to him. Draco smiled again, and Harry continued talking, hoping Draco didn't notice the blush staining his face. "Anyways, would you like some tea?"

"I would love some," Draco responded simply, putting his hands in his pockets. Draco stood there awkwardly for a moment, wondering where to go exactly, until Harry walked up to him, smiling.

"Then take a seat, I'll be right back," Harry said, carefully grabbing the blonde's arm and leading him to the couch.

"Thank you for escorting me to my seat, that's awfully gentlemanly of you, Auror Potter," Draco said with a joking formality. Harry laughed, but the bright red on his face gave him away.

"You're welcome, Mr. Malfoy. Now sit here and don't break anything," Harry scolded, equally jokingly.

Draco just snorted indignantly. "I didn't know you though so lowly of me, Potter."

With a smirk, Harry left to go start the tea.

Harry's heart was pounding and his face was flaming as he walked into the small kitchen.

Stop that, he said to himself. You're only going to cause problems with these feelings.

Harry quickly set up the tea and turned on the burner. He walked back into the living room to Draco, who was staring at his hands and seemed deep in thought. He looked beautiful. His blonde hair fell slightly into his face, and his silver eyes swam with emotions Harry couldn't exactly pinpoint.

"The tea will be a few minutes," Harry said quietly, trying not to startle Draco. But he jumped anyways. And was Draco Malfoy actually blushing?

"Holy shit, warn someone first!" Draco gasped.

Harry waited patiently for Draco to re-gain his normally calm and collected his composure, and he sat down next to him on the couch. Draco finally spoke. "Not using magic, eh? Doing it the old fashioned muggle way?"

Harry shrugged. "I grew up making it this way, so why change now? I do mostly everything the muggle way. Its easier." Draco's eyes widened a bit, and he leaned forward. Harry was hyper-aware of the fact that Draco was very close to him and that he was biting his lip a bit and that it looked adorable…

"So, the Chosen One and Greatest Auror In Existence doesn't like using household magic to get things done, but he can easily use defensive and offensive magic to kill bad wizards? I don't see the logic."

"It's okay, you don't need to see the logic, anyways. We are wizards, and that isn't very logical on its own, don't you think?" Harry said with a smirk. Draco leaned back again and sighed. Harry inwardly sighed in relief himself, hoping Draco didn't notice how much the closeness affected him.

"Well, Potter, I guess you're-"

"Harry." It came out of his mouth on accident; it really did. He didn't know why he said it, but he did. Harry felt his face turn bright red.

Draco looked up at Harry, his eyebrows twitching in confusion. "What?"

Harry looked down from Draco's intense gaze, blushing even more. "Call me Harry. Don't you think after… this… whatever this is… for over a year, you think you would be comfortable calling me Harry."

There was a long, pregnant pause. Harry felt so embarrassed and stupid at that moment, that he hardly heard Draco speak.

"I think friendship is the word you looking for," Draco said, his voice barely a whisper. Harry looked back up, to find Draco a little too close for comfort.

"Yeah, that's the word…" Harry responded, trailing off.

Was it just him, or was Draco coming even closer?

God, Draco's lips had never looked more inviting at that moment. They were pale and delicate and oh so close to his…

A loud whistle broke the two from whatever they had been doing. Harry jumped away from Draco, his face burning even more than before. He was hardly surprised to find Draco in  same condition as him.

"So, how many sugars do you like in your tea?" Harry said breathlessly. Draco blinked.

"Uh… just two," he said, slightly dazed.

"Excellent." And with that, Harry turned to the kitchen.

"But... Harry…" Draco said, stopping him in his tracks. He should've told Draco to call him by his first name sooner. Harry would never forget the way it sounded in his velvety voice now…

"Yes?" he asked without turning. If he turned, he probably wouldn't be able to contain himself.

"You have to call me Draco then, too."

"Of course."

Harry Potter knew one thing and one thing only at that moment: He had fallen for his best friend.