Once home, Harry was cursing profusely. He had done a lot of stupid things in his life, but this one topped the list. And falling asleep in Draco's presence? That was even worse.

Angrily, Harry went up to his room to change. After ripping off his shirt, he paused in front of the mirror, blinking at himself in surprise. It looked like his face, but in passing he wouldn't have recognized himself. His hair was shorter on the sides and just long enough on top to conceal his scar. Objectively, he looked good.

"He might be a prick, but at least he did one thing right," Harry muttered to himself, changing into workout clothes.

He needed to punch something immediately and drown out his thoughts.

The music was so loud he didn't hear the sound of his name being called, the door to his home gym finally open, or the squeak Draco made.

Potter was sweaty. Normally that disgusted Draco, but Harry managed to pull it off. All Draco wanted was to feel those arms wrapped around him.

Finally, Harry looked at Draco, and he was confused. Stopping the music with a wave of his hand, Harry was surprised. He had fully expected them to part ways. Even more so when it looked like Draco had been crying.

"Are you okay?," Harry asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm gay," Draco blurted, staring at Harry's arms. "I mean I'm good- I'm, I'm sorry?"

"For?"

"For being a prick and giving you mixed signals."

"Well, that's a start. Were you crying?"

"Crying is very undignified, but if I were to ever cry I think these are appropriate circumstances."

"Why are you here Malfoy?," Harry asked, fixing the wrappings on his hands.

"To apologize, and ask for another chance. I'm not good with things like this, especially when I- can you stop flexing please you're distracting me- I don't even remember what I was saying."

"That you're gay and my arms are distracting you?," Harry asked with a grin.

"If I were a violent person I would hit you."

"Come here then."

"Excuse me?"

Rolling his eyes, Harry grabbed Draco's arm and pulled him in front of the punching bag. Draco watched silently in shock as Harry began to wrap his hands.

"What are you doing?"

"Teaching you how to punch. I need to protect your dainty hands."

Draco opened his mouth to retort, but when he saw Harry's hand he grabbed it with his own. Intertwining their fingers, Draco held their conjoined hands up for inspection.

"I suppose I do have dainty hands," Draco huffed. "What are you smiling about?"

"You're holding my hand, and they fit very nicely together."

"I bet they'd fit even better without all of this wrapping."

"We'll have to test that later won't we?," Harry flirted, winking at Draco.

Slowly, he showed Draco how his stance should be, how he should hold his fist, and how hard he should hit. Harry was a lot more hands on than he needed to be, and Draco was willingly leaning into the touch. Once he was settled, Harry held the punching bag while Draco started punching.

"Mind your center of gravity."

The only words exchanged between them were corrections and suggestions. Draco felt disgusting with how sweaty he was after, but it helped.

"Better?," Harry inquired.

"Much actually."

"I'll get us some water and then we can talk. Did you want a shirt to change into?"

"Please."

Once Draco was done, the two men sat on Harry's bed in silence, waiting for one of them to speak.

"I never finished your eyebrows, you know."

"You might take them completely off now."

Sighing, Draco leaned against the headboard.

"I'm sorry. I'm not good with feelings or emotions or anything to do with other people quite frankly. I really am trying, but all of this is very new to me. It's not like I've ever chosen my friends, they were all chosen for me as political moves.

I... I don't want you to think that I'm a waste of time. This is just hard for me, and sometimes it feels like you're just having a go at me, because I really am not worth your time. I know that made absolutely no sense, I just...

All I've ever wanted was to be your friend you know? Suddenly, there you are, saving me at my trial. And then again, writing to me when I'm in a depressive slump and hadn't left the house since my trial. Then you're in my room and you're joking around with me and there's no trace of any feud. You're falling asleep in my company showing that you trust me, and your head is my lap and you're looking at me like-like that and I... I don't think I deserve it. No, I know I don't deserve it, especially when I made you run off like that.

I am just so incredibly sorry and I'm fucking everything up in true Malfoy fashion because that is what I do."

They sat in silence, Draco fidgeting as Harry tried to find the right words to say.

"Unexpected loud noises and unprovoked yelling sets me off sometimes. I'm sorry too," Harry said quietly. "It wasn't something you did, it was just that yelling bit at the end and I had to get out. I regretted everything as soon as I left. I shouldn't have dragged you into this. Everyone in my life always gets hurt somehow. I'm just fucked in the head."

"She would've made such a lovely bride, what a shame she's fucked in her head."

"Picturing me in a wedding dress now, are you Malfoy?"

"I'm sure you look rather fetching in white. We'll test my theory when we go out shopping."

"We're still going?," Harry asked in shock.

"Please, as if you can get rid of me that easily Potter."

Surprising them both, Harry pulled Draco into a hug. It took a few seconds, but Draco slowly wrapped his arms around Harry.

"I'm sure this would be nicer if we weren't so sweaty," Draco commented.

In an instant he felt some kind of cleaning charm wash over him.

"Sorry about that," Harry replied sheepishly.

"Come back for dinner will you?"

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't embarrassed to face your mother again."

"Do remember she lived with Father and I for years. She's seen worse I assure you."

"Okay," Harry agreed, "I'll go then."

"Good because it wasn't a question. I'll fix your eyebrows and finally take those measurements. Then we can plan our outing over dinner."