"You caught onto my nefarious plot," Harry said dryly with an amused smirk, watching Draco's expressions for a long moment. The man was bloody attractive, that was for damn sure. He slid a hand up and down the length of Draco's back, bringing him in just a little closer to him.

He tilted his head and feigned ignorance. "What do you mean? Who said I said anything to them about someone who needed a fresh start," he asked. "I know no such thing." He was glad though that Draco wasn't upset or anything - he just knew the man needed a fresh start, they all did after the war. "You're welcome."

Harry shrugged a shoulder. "Hasn't been the right time and Hermione hasn't decided what she wants to get yet. Perhaps we can all go sometime and get one done. We can shut the place down."