WARNING! THIS CONTAINS BL, BOYXBOY, YAOI, SHONEN AI, GAY, HOMOSEXUALITY, SO ON AND SO FOURTH! If you are not comfortable with homosexuality, especially between Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, then leave!

This will also not follow 'Deathly Hallows' perfectly, as some characters will still be alive and well, and obviously both Draco and Harry are unmarried and without kids. Notably, some characters who were alive at the end of the book will not be, notably Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. This could be considered an AU or ALTERNATE UNIVERSE.

There will be some minor swearing in this story, but it won't sound like a sailor wrote it. I'll try to keep it to a dull roar.

Also, thus far, I don't think there will be anything very sexual, but if there will be, I'll warn everyone. I'll keep it at a T rating for now :3 ANYWAYS, PEACE!

Draco Malfoy sat in his Manor, completely alone save for Kingsley Shacklebolt. Both were stiffly sipping tea in near silence, save for the occasional murmur of 'He'll be here any minute…' by Kingsley.

Ah, today was supposed to be a happy day: Draco would no longer have to be under the constant surveillance of Mr. Shacklebolt, nor would he have to share a room with the auror. That didn't mean, however, that he was freed, or off his 'probation' of sorts. They had assigned him a new Auror, one who was about 10 minutes late. Draco took another sip of his tea and glanced down at his watch when there was a 'POP', signifying an apparition.

"Sorry I'm late, I was finishing up all the paperwork." A breathless chuckle said from behind Malfoy, who turned around slowly, disbelievingly.

There, sticking painfully out from his pristine surroundings, was none other than Harry James Potter, his new housemate.

Bloody. Hell.

Now, it wasn't to say that Draco Malfoy particularly hated Potter at this point; not in the least! After all, Malfoy'd been saved on many occasions thanks to Potter and friends, and he had been one of the convincing factors that kept him and his late parents out of Azkaban, and living much more comfortably than they should have, considering their alliances in the beginning of the war.

Draco, setting down his teacup and saucer on the coffee table, stood up to greet the other. With a tad bit of reluctance, seeing as, despite not being enemies anymore, they two didn't see eye to eye, per se.

"Malfoy," Harry said calmly, extending his hand to the other, in hopes that maybe the two could finally start to put the past, well, in the past.

"Mr. Potter," Draco replied, taking the hand and giving it a good shake, but not the kind of shake that nearly rips the fingers from the palm of your hand. Honestly, was such a brutal greeting necessary for showing how macho one was?

"You look well." The black-haired male commented casually, and glanced around. "I'll never understand how you can live in his huge place alone." He smiled, a bit shyly.

Malfoy risked a small, almost invisible smile back. "Please, take a seat." He said, gesturing to an armchair, and retook his seat in the chair across. "And, I didn't always live here alone…" He muttered, more for himself than anything.

Harry frowned sympathetically. "Sorry, I didn't mean anything by-" He was cut off.

"I know, it's alright." The blond nodded as a house elf popped in, serving them teacakes, and handing Potter a cup. After servicing the three, the elf gave a bow and left. An awkward silence ensued between Draco and Harry, completely forgetting about Kingsley until he cleared his throat and spoke.

"It was decided that Mr. Potter would be the best choice to stay with you until your probation is up. I do expect that you both will treat each other civilly and put your old differences behind, correct? You're no longer children." He said, sternly and without question to his word.

"Of course. And I suspect he'll be staying in the same room as I, just as you did?" Hardly able to keep the sarcasm and snarkiness out of his voice, Draco couldn't help a grim smirk addressing his pale, pointed features.

Kingsley gave him a warning look. "Naturally, Mr. Malfoy, naturally."

"… Wait, why do we have to share a room?" Harry asked, cocking an eyebrow. "I hardly think Malfoy needs me to tuck him in, give him a goodnight kiss, and bring him a warm glass of milk." He said with utmost seriousness.

Draco promptly put a hand to his mouth to prevent his just-sipped tea from spewing everywhere. Finally, he was able to swallow without choking, and he said sardonically, "Oh, they're afraid I'll do something devious and sinister when I sleep." He rolled his eyes.

"I can hardly imagine." Replied Harry, quite dryly.

"I'll have you both know now, since I feel it's two against one, that it wasn't my decision to have either you or I, Harry, share a room with Mister Malfoy." Shacklebolt assured them. He then looked at the grandfather clock behind him. "Well, it seems you two are getting along famously, and since all matters seem to be settled, I really aught to take my leave." And without further adieu, nor pausing to address any questions from either party, Kingsley Shacklebolt disappeared with a dull pop that rang deafening over the two confused young men.

After tea and cookies, as Harry called it, was finished, the two sat in a slightly uncomfortable silence.

Draco was the first to attempt to break it. "So… uh… Do you have all your things? Like, clothes and toiletries?" He asked. 'That came out a lot more awkward then intended…' He thought, and mentally smacked himself.

"Er, what?" Harry stammered, looking up as though broken from a trance. "Oh! Yes, yes! My bags, I guess, were sent here earlier and should be in your, ah, our room?" He said, making it sound more questioning than anything.

"Yes, our." Draco supplied dryly. "I could help you unpack, I suppose, and give you the grand tour." He rolled his eyes.

"If you want, I could just unpack myself, and you could… do… whatever it is you usually do…" the black-haired young man murmured nervously.

"Sitting around on my arse? No, thank you." He chuckled very dryly. "I'd be more than happy to help you, because frankly, I've got absolutely nothing better to do with my life, lately." He paused. "Which is kind of sad, considering." Draco stood, and brushed himself off, as though he really had been sitting around for quite some time, and had begun collecting dust.

Harry chuckled. "Oh, alright, but I wouldn't want you, oh, breaking a nail or something." He said teasingly.

Malfoy rolled his eyes and repressed a smile. "Are you envious of my perfectly manicured nails?" He teased right back.

"… They're manicured?"

"Heavens no, I just don't bite them." He replied, a bit pointedly. Harry immediately slid his thumbnail from his mouth and pinkened. Draco just smirked at the Gryffindor and his reaction. "I'll have to keep reminding you until you break the habit. It really is nasty, and quite bad for you, frankly."

Said Gryffindor groaned. "I know. Hermione, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, and now you all tell me to stop… Have any easy suggestions?"

"Flavoured nail polish." Draco shrugged. "Clear, of course."

"Sorry to burst your bubble, but wouldn't that make me bite them more?" He asked skeptically.

"Not if it's vomit flavour." The blond said with a slightly ill smile. "You stop chomping on something that tastes putrid quite quickly, I might say."

One of Harry's green eyes twitched a bit. "Oh… I suppose that'd do the trick…" he paused. "… You sound like you're speaking from experience."

Draco only hurried ahead with a nauseous expression.

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