AN: To be honest, I haven't read the books in years. It's just that one of the biggest things I can't seem to find natural in this fandom is that often, when Draco and Harry get together, they fall deeply in love, immediately forget their history, throw reason into the wind, and start to call each other by their first names. Maybe it's because I'm an American, and have never consistently used a peer's surname or considered given names a special thing to call somebody, but I honestly think that if the circumstances ever aligned in a way that would make Drarry possible, they would continue to use Potter and Malfoy, because of the familiarity… maybe as pet names.

AN2: Edited for quality.

In all our years of acquaintance, Potter and I have never once called each other by our given names.

Not when we were rival children, not when we were tolerant adults, not when we were ministry acquaintances, and – yes – not even as lovers, sharing a home.

Naturally this is in part due to the fact that I simply hate his name. Harry. It sounds like the name you'd give a farm boy. Potter, of course, was obviously not much better, but I just can't imagine Potter as "Harry" in my mind.

When I think of Potter I think of wonderful things. When I think of "Harry" all I can come up with is a burly child with no shoes.

No I can't think of him as Harry, and I sure as hell can't call him Harry. I even dare to imagine he feels the same.

Ha. I can see his trademark grimace in my mind at the mere thought. The reaction spreads across not only his face, but his entire body. Like the lightning donning his brow, in a flash, Harry's entire being is consumed with displeasure when he's met with something revolting. His nose crinkles, his shoulders hunch at the angle furthest away from his distress, and his toes curl in.

It was almost cute.

But I digress. The point is that we have always been Potter and Malfoy to one another.

Always.

Honestly I think its better this way. Comfortable. Us.

The names are habit. The names are boundaries. To break them... to cross them.. would be unnatural. I bet I would be completely revolted if he called me-

"Draco?"

Damn it Potter, I'm in the middle of a monologue.

I glance up from the Daily Prophet, irritated. He looks at me guiltily over his cereal, knowing damn wellwhat he just did.

I sigh.

We have a history of being on the same wavelength.

We also have had a history of always being on opposing sides of said wavelength.

Well it certainly isn't that I don't understand the significance of a given name.

But is this really a line I'm willing to cross today?

Isn't he scared too?

In silent protest, I glare at him a moment before straightening and returning to my newspaper. Only now he's moved. Now he's standing behind me, wrapping a scrawny, naked arm around my upper body.

I sigh and fold the paper, waving him off with it.

He relinquishes control of my body to me.

I turn, silently begging him to reconsider.

He kisses me, "Draco".

We part.

He pouts.

I plead.

He argues, "Draco,"

In the end I give up.

It's a small compromise, "...Harry".

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