Harry never liked any of Draco’s boyfriends. And Christ there had been  so many  of them over the years, short, tall, tanned, foreign, chatty – Draco didn’t discriminate. But they never stuck around long enough for Harry to hit his stride in hating them. Usually there were a flurry of dates, meeting the friends, an awkward dinner or two where Draco nervously asked what people thought of his latest beau. Everyone always gushed – except Harry – that this one was The One.