Harry walked through Diagon Alley his hands shoved in the pockets of his robes. He and Ginny had broken up about a week ago, she had found out that Harry was actually gay. In someways it was good that it come out now, before they were married and had kids, but it still really sucked. And he can't help but think what his school years would have been like if he had been out. He also can't help thinking about Draco. It had been third year when he had really started to notice the blonde Slytherian in a more sexual way. He let out a deep sigh.

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Draco walks out of Gringotts, waving his wand, and silently spelling his clothing into neatness and cleanliness. His customary nod to the guards is a calculated angle so he's doing just enough to compliment, but too much to not offend. A balancing act the... muggleborns never realize.

Stepping out, he makes certain his robes are not going to tangle instinctively, and descends the stairs. His mind is on how to correctly expand the family's wealth, and make sure his mother is fine. His father died a year and a half ago due to complications brought on by his time in Azkaban, and now his mother seems to be withering like a flower deprived of sunlight.

His mind so lost in plans, he barely notices he's ran into someone until he and the other man are almost falling onto the ground. It is only through his slightly withered seeker instincts that he does not fall. He can only assume the other man did as well, since he is still standing.

Flicking his wand over himself and the other, he straightens their clothing. "Excuse me, I hadn't been watching where I was going." It is rude not to apologize, and a Malfoy is always polite. Especially now, his family's reputation is on the razor's edge, and he must be polite to all.

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Harry gasped as he was run into. Though he was impressed with the deft use of magic to straighten their clothes out. "It's alright I hadn't been watching either." He said as he looked up. He let out a soft gasp. The man he had just literally ran into was none other then Draco Malfoy. "Draco." Is all he could manage to say.


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Staring at the man, he blinks in surprise. More out of shock than anything, he replies, "Potter." Closing his eyes, he shakes his head, "Harry."

The man helped save him from being forever under the Dark Lord, and did many other heroic things. His old rival has more than earned the right to be called by his first name, and to use Draco's in return.

Besides, Harry started it, he can use that as the reason.

Looking the man over, he can see even with the straightening spell, Potter is still a mess, green eyes dull, even if there's a faint sparkle when Harry looks at him, and his clothing a mess.

Tilting his head, he asks, "Would you like to ... catch up since we last saw each other, Harry?" If nothing else, he can give the man a meal, so he's not so... scrawny.

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"I'd love to. I mean if you aren't busy." He said with a smile. Was this fate? He had been thinking about Draco and then he was just there. "It has been awhile since we saw each other last." He just wasn't sure what to say. He knew what he wanted to say, but that probably would end badly.

Nodding, he turns on his heel towards the place he prefers to eat. Potter can follow on his own. If the man doesn't, then his turning is a good excuse to let him pop out without Draco noticing it.

But he can hear the footsteps behind him, so he knows that will not be happening.

When they get to the restaurant, he looks over Harry's clothing. "Can you make yourself more... respectable, or should I?"

He knows Harry can transfigure himself a set of robes that would match him. His old rival has always been better at inanimate transfiguration than he is, but if pushed to do it, he will do his best for the man.

Harry followed Draco to a rather fancy establishment. "Yeah I can take care of it." He transfigured his shabby robes into more presentable robes. "I've never eaten here before." He commented. "It looks fancy." And that right there was the reason he had never been there before.

Nodding sharply, Draco strides into the restaurant. He tilts his head at Harry when he walks up to the maitre'd, and the man glances over, eyes widening a tiny bit when he notices Draco with the savior of the wizarding world, but has too much professionalism to say anything.

That's why Draco loves this place. No comments about his left arm, no comments about anything other than what food he wants. Thank Merlin.

They're seated, and Draco picks up his menu. "So... Harry, what has brought you to Diagon Alley?"

"Nothing really, just, it's a good place to wander." He said looking over the menu. He was really glad when nobody had made a big deal out of who he was. He had always hated that. One of the downfalls to being famous. "What about you?"

His eyes guide along the menu, and he selects the lamb with a tap of his wand as he says, "Finances. And mother wanted me to choose a dress for her."

He did that first, since he could send the package with a house elf.

Harry picks out a really nice cobb salad and taps it with his wand. "I am sorry for your loss." He stated about Draco's father dying. He hadn't liked the man but it was never easy to loose a parent. Harry sipped his water. "How is your mother holding up?"

Closing his eyes for a moment, Draco composes himself. "Mother is... coping. She's doing better than she was." He pushes his menu to the side, "And how is it with you and..." he forces himself not to call her the Weaslette, since insulting someone's fiancee is not something he can get away with, "Ginny?"

"Fine as far as I know, we broke up a week ago." He said staring at his hands. He kept remind himself that it was better this way. Better now then down the road when there might be kids involved. "Let's just say she found out things about me." He let out a small sarcastic laugh. "So anybody special in your life?" He wouldn't be surprised if there was.

Well, he wasn't expecting that as the answer. He can tell the man doesn't want to dwell on it, so Draco moves on to the question given to him. He shakes his head, "No. Not at all."

Unless he counts the possible betrothment with Astoria Greengrass, who is still in school. Not that he's interested in her. It would just be an easy way to help dig his family name out of the grave his father put them in. He wouldn't do more than do his duty once, under heavy potions on both of their parts. Something to enforce a child on the first try, and likely a male one. If the child is female, he can just make her the heir. He doesn't mind if the one running the family is female.

It would just be easier, with less legal trouble, to have the heir be male.

But, he may find someone more pleasing before she graduates. That would be what he'd prefer, but not that he can control it. The contract isn't anything more than air and talk. Nothing solid.

Harry almost said good when Draco had said he hadn't had anybody. He wasn't sure exactly what to say but just then their food arrived. He smiled as he started in on his salad. He thought about telling Draco the reason he and Ginny had broken up was that she had found out he was gay. But he wasn't at all sure how he would take it.

Cutting up his lamb, he takes a bite, swallowing before asking, "How long have you and... Ginny been separated?" Draco is grasping at conversation topics. He honestly expected the man to have taken off when he gave the invitation to join him.

He can't imagine why the Chosen One wants to be seen with the Malfoy disgrace.

"A week, though it's good it happened now rather then later." He decided to tell him. "If you were wondering she found out I was gay." He waited for the back lash of his words as he ate his salad. Draco was the first person he had told. Ginny had found his stash of gay porn. Ron had wanted to know what had happened but Harry hadn't told him. Though he's not sure if Ginny had told her family or not. Not that he really cared.

Draco stares at harry for a long moment, unsure what to say. That isn't exactly the sort of thing you say over a meal. Taking a bite of his lamb, he finally says, "Oh... Well, it happens." He sips his drink, "Nor is it terribly uncommon. The more magic you have, the more inclined towards your own sex you are." It isn't exactly uncommon in the pureblood community. It isn't spoken of much, but he knows before going to school he got the talk.

Once a wizard or witch starts practicing magic, building it up, the less inclined they are to look at those of the other gender. It is actually why there aren't terribly many teenage pregnancies. It also helps that the school nurse supposedly preps the girls when they start their period with birthcontrol spells. So simple, but easily over used.

He glances at Harry for a moment, then back to his meal, "I am not surprised the most powerful wizard of our time prefers men. That is why no one in the know was surprised about Dumbledore. Or why there are no more true heirs of Slytherin left." He doesn't bother pointing out Harry won the title through right of conquest. The man is gay, there will be no more Slytherin heirs.

Unless a brewing master makes the correct potion for it.

Draco knows how to make it, but it is time consuming, and the one making it can't use it. The magic interfering if he does.

"I didn't realize that," Harry said. "Probably because I was raised by muggles. Merlin they would be shocked and dismayed if they knew." He chuckled a bit to himself. He has finished his salad at this point and he just sat there staring at his hands.

Finishing his own meal, Draco pushes it to the side, ignoring how their dishes disappear. "Well... muggles," he says dismissively. Who cares about what a muggle thinks? Sure, he is less bigoted towards the magicals who were begat from the muggles, but muggles themselves are barely worth a glance. They can't even see how to get into the Leaky Cauldron unless they get physically pulled in by someone with magic.

He picks up the dessert menu, "Why would you care what a muggle thinks about what you prefer in the bedroom? That isn't anyone's business than your own or your bed partner." He glances over the top of the menu, "They have a delicious chocolate cake. It is a more than I can eat myself. Do you mind if I order it, and we share?"

"I didn't say I cared." He said a bit defensively. Though a part of him did care. They were the only family he had. He let out a sigh running his fingers through his, as always, disheveled hair. "Sure chocolate cake sounds wonderful." He said with a smile. What would Draco think if he knew the one he wanted in his bed was sitting at the same table as him.

He orders the cake, making sure to specify that it needs two forks. This is going to mean he's paying for the entire meal, but he's the one that invited Potter out. His invitation, his treat. He will be quite irritated if Harry doesn't just allow this. Maybe his time with the Weasley will have taught him that this is how things are in the wizarding world.

"You sounded like you cared," Draco drawls, putting the menu away. "Now, if it were someone in your family, then I'd understand. But muggles never understand about things like this. One of the many reason they burned us at the stake is their lack of willingness to understand things." He sighs, waving a hand, "Granted, you could say that about pretty much anything. Death Eaters," he doesn't touch his arm, no matter how much he wants to, "also destroyed things they were unwilling to understand."

"They are my family." He said. When Draco mentioned Death Eaters he could tell that Draco had wanted to touch his mark. He reached out and touched where the mark is. "It doesn't have to define you." He said earnestly. It had taken him awhile to realize that about his own scar.

Draco stiffens at the touch to his arm, and it takes all he has not to yank away. "I... I do not let it define me. I have moved away from that. I know very well that the... muggleborn are just as good as any other witch or wizard." Granger proved that to him very well, with her prowess of spells.

He manages to move his arm away from the touch as smoothly as he's able. "And if they are your family, then perhaps you should talk to them about it."

"Maybe." He said. Though he isn't sure they would want to see him ever again. And if he were honest with himself that would be alright. Though he had been touched in his seventh year when Duddley had told him he wasn't a waist of space. He moved his hand back into his lap and just then the chocolate cake appeared with two forks as requested.