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HERE IT IS!!! chapter two! Yay! :throws confetti: Sure, only two chapters, but when it takes you so long to start a project, you gotta be a little excited!



Thanks for the reviews, and thanks to anyone who read it and liked it! Please review for this chapter too. If a lot of people seem to like it, then I’ll update faster, and give priority to this story over any of my others. Either way, I’m going to try with updating at least once a week.





CHAPTER TWO





Draco Malfoy.



Draco Malfoy.



Draco Malfoy.



Right in front of him. It was like some sort of obscene dream. The fates had brought back Draco Malfoy from the dead to laugh at him.



Harry didn’t care though. They could laugh all they wanted, but he wouldn’t deny that he was glad to see his former enemy. His rival.



Harry suddenly realized that his coffee was burning his fingers through the cup. He yanked his hand away and placed them in his lap as Malfoy smirked.



Again, a wave of emotion accosted him, memories flowing into his mind that he hadn’t realized he’d forgotten.



A hundred of those smirks. Cold taunts. Thinly veiled anger.



He smiled watching Malfoy’s face. It was the same as he remembered. Steel grey eyes that swam with emotions otherwise well concealed. The smooth jaw line, the gently arched brows. His hair was longer and loosely hung around him, and made him seem somehow gentler than before.



“Stare while you can Potter, I don’t do photo’s.”



Harry blushed.



“I can’t help it,” he said.



Again he was taken by the overwhelming need to touch him. Make sure he was real.



He reached his hand over the table and touched it against Malfoy’s.



Harry cringed inwardly at the awkwardness, but revelled in it, because this was Draco Malfoy, and he had just reached over and touched his hand in the middle of a coffee shop.



Malfoy leaned back, eyeing him wearily.



In school Harry would have called him smug and cocky for that calculating expression, but right now he could care less. They were sitting together having drinks, weren’t they?



Harry finally forced himself to stop staring and turned his gaze to his coffee.



He only lasted a few moments however, before he laughed and looked back up at the blond.



“Do you remember in first year, when you challenged me to a duel at midnight?”



Malfoy seemed startled by the reminder, but a soft smile touched his lips.



“That time I tipped off Filch?”



Harry nodded.



“Just as well,” he said. “I didn’t even know what a wizard duel was at the time.



Draco chuckled softly.



“I knew it,” he said, lifting his coffee to his lips. Harry watched as Malfoy practically melted at the first sip. “I just wanted to help teach you,” he said innocently.



Harry laughed. “Well I’m glad I learned with you, rather than--”



They fell silent.



“…why did you bring me here?” Malfoy asked.



Harry looked up at Malfoy‘s resigned voice. He supposed it was time for the inevitable questions. The reality.



He sighed.



“”I guess--I didn’t want you to disappear again,” he answered truthfully.



Malfoy turned away, watching their pale reflections in the window.



“You’re really not going to turn me in?” he asked.



He shook his head, and Malfoy seemed to accept that answer.



“…where have you been all these years?” Harry asked again.



Again, Malfoy didn’t answer.



“I expected you to be with one of your death eater friends,” Harry mused.



“I don’t have any.”



Harry frowned.



“What do you mean?”



Malfoy stood up suddenly.



“I shouldn’t have agreed to this,” he said. He turned to leave, but Harry grabbed his arm frantically.



“No! Don’t leave!” The words were out before Harry realized he was speaking. He looked up at the blond pleadingly, but Malfoy continued to evade his eyes. “Please?”



Malfoy caved, slumping back into his seat opposite Harry at his desperate words.



He continued to avoid Harry’s eyes as he emptied his mug.



“What about you?” Malfoy asked. “What have you been doing since--?”



Harry smiled lightly.



“I’ve got a flat down town,” he said. “I’ve been working… well, at a bookstore.”



Malfoy finally looked up at this. His eyes were full of surprise, and a hint of despair flashed through him that Harry almost missed.



“A book store?”



Harry felt his cheeks redden.



“Yeah, well, I know it’s not what anyone expected, but--”



“No,” he interrupted. “It sounds nice.” he fiddled with his empty mug while Harry stared at him. “H--how do you go about getting a job like that?”



“Uh, you fill out a resume…” Malfoy leaned forward attentively, “and then they’ll call you for an interview.”



He sank back in disappointment.



“A phone,” he muttered.



Harry leaned forward.



“What?”



“Nothing.”



They both fell silent, watching their hands.



“I should get going,” Malfoy finally said quietly.



Harry nodded, disappointed.



“I’ll drive you home,” he said suddenly. For some reason, just letting the blond walk away seemed ridiculous. They’d barely even spoken!



Malfoy was looking at him.



“You’ll drive me home?” he asked slowly.



Harry nodded.



Why was he looking at him like that?



They walked out to Harry’s car, and Malfoy let himself into the passenger seat, his entire air like they were sharing some kind of a joke.



“I don’t get to see the ‘front’ of cars very often,” he laughed. “Twice in one night, lucky me!”



What was so damn amusing?



“Turn, left here.”



Harry, attempting not to lose his cool was several moments from noticing that they were retracing their previous route.



“Stop at that corner.” The amusement had gone from Malfoy’s voice. Harry looked at him in confusion.



“Do you live around here?” he asked hesitantly, finally realizing they had come to the same place.



A bitter smile tilted the edges of Malfoy’s lips. “If the weather’s nice,” he said.



He flung open the side door, the smile vanishing like vapour from his lips leaving only a sheer coldness in his eyes.



He slammed the door shut and Harry stared after him. No. It wasn’t possible. Draco Malfoy would never--



Harry watched as Malfoy turned abruptly and leaned back against a light post. He tilted his head looking at Harry, his entire stance a challenge for him to do something.



With a sardonic smile he ran a hand up the length of his silky black shirt. He shut his eyes and tilted back his head as he began to gently undo the buttons down his front.



Harry’s throat tightened. He could feel the blood rushing to his face as he watched the show that the blond was putting on for the whole street to see. His heart slammed into his chest as Malfoy’s slender fingers reached the top of his pants.



He glanced over at Harry, leaning forward in his car, watching entranced. With a sudden smirk, he turned and walked away.





END Chapter two



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