A Fateful Reunite

Title: A Fateful
Reunite

Rating: PG

Waring:style='mso-spacerun:yes'> One swearword? some mush, that?s about it.

Pairing: Draco x
Harry, Hermione x Ron.

Category:
Romance

Author?s Notes:
This story is? okay, I guess. I?ve been wanting to write a few one shots to get
away from my three main running stories? It took me forever to write one that I
liked; every plot I thought of just didn?t work, it always ending eingeing too
complicated to be just a one shot.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story.

Disclaimer:
*sigh* I so wish it where, but it?s not mine.

One Shot: Running
and Chasing

Harry Potter is a famous and popular wizard, his well known
for his courage and for, of course, saving the wizarding world from Lord
Volort,ort, a dark and powerful man.

Harry, you?d recognise as soon as you saw him walking down a
street, for his pictures were everywhere, you didn?t go through a day without
seeing or hearing mention of the wizarding worlds hero.

In the pictures you?d see a tall man, close to six foot
seven. A tanned complex would blend well with his dark ink black hair, that
would fall around his face in a messy fashion, his bright green eyes would be
shinning with raw emotion, happiness, sadness (though this was hardly seen)
anger, amusement or love (this hardly ever being seen either).

He was claimed to be one of the sexiest wizards. Wemen
wanted to marry him, men wanting to be him, children wanting to meet him. He
was their king, their hero.

When he was only sixteen, he had saved them from the bad
guy, though if you ever referred to Voldermort as ?the bad guy,? people would
surly inform you that ?bad? didn?t even cover what that man had been? if he had
even been a man in the first place.

Harry Potter is now twenty-one, a young, single, handsome
and rich man. He had friends, a good job, fame, wealth, a grand house? what
more could one want?

His best friends knew the answer to this question, he wanted
love; for Harry Potter was alone on the inside, no matter how crowded the room
he was in was, he was still alone. He wanted to be loved, to find the other
half of his soul? again.

Of course there was one person that could fill his heart,
one person that could take his loneliness away, but this person had gone
missing years ago.

Harry had actually been dating his soulmate, he had loved
him, and been loved in return. And yes, it was a ?him? that he had loved. For,
unbeknownst to the community, their hero was gay.

During sixth grade, Harry had dated a boy he would never
stop loving, he had given his heart to one person? after the war was finished,
this one pn han had vanished, no note, no goodbye, no nothing. There was just
no word from him, he had vanished, no body? he was gone.

No one really knew what had happened to him, of course there
weour our everyday rumours. Gone dark, died, ran away? many other things. But
Harry knew the truth, he knew what had happened, and everyday he hit himself
for it. It was his fault that his love had gone.

The minute he had finally killed Voldermort, as he stood
over his body, he had looked up, to see the crowed standing around him in a
stunned yet joyful shock. Then, he had heard his name called, he spun around,
only to see a flash of red and then someone in his arms.

He had just been so happy with the turn of events, he had
always thought that he was going to die, that he?d loose. So he hugged and spun
around with the small body in his arms, laughing with joy with the other,
kissing the other, holding the other? Ginny, it had been her? not his love, not
the one who had been in the crowed, not the one that had seen this display.

He knew that his love had been in the crowed. He would have
seen the whole thing with Ginny, and because of it he would have left.

So now Harry was alone, oh sure, he had Ginny? but that
wasn?t the same? she wasn?t what he wanted, and she knew it. He had told her
everything. When he had found that his love had gone, he had gone right to
Ginny, yelled at her, screamed and blamed her? when, in the end, he knew it was
as much his fault as it was hers.

She had liked him, not loved him, liked him. She had cried and apologised over and over again. She
hadn?t known he was in love with another, that he had been with another at the
time. If she had known, surly she would have never done it. But it was too late
now, he was gone.

So, in order to repent for her actions, Ginny promised to do
anything. They actually became closer, sister and brother basically. He talked
to her and she listened.

He wouldn?t ever see his love again, and he knew it. He just
wished he had told the world whom it was he had been dating, he wished he had
told everyone. But there was a reason as to why he didn?t. It was too
dangerous; Voldermort could have used the information against him. It wasn?t
safe for the both of them. But now he was gone? Harry was alone.

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Harry was sitting in the back of the small café, in a small
town near France.
He was waiting for his two best friends to turn up. They had all decided to go
on a holiday, just the three of them. w:st="on">France was the best place to go to.

Hermione and Ron had broken off, going to another section
while Harry went another way, all deciding to meet up at the small café.

The village, Harry discovered, was beautiful. It was in
front of mountains, giving it a secluded look. The roads were paved, the houses
small and cottage looking. Shops were all homey and welcoming, people always
being polite and smiling.

It was a beautiful place to settle down into.

Harry had ordered a coffee while he waited. Hermione and
Ron, knowing them, would take forever to get to the cafe, poor Ron would be
dragged to all the stores there were in town.

Hermione and Ron had actually dated for a few years, before
breaking up under good conditions, each just agree to take a small break. But
they were still inseparable, the small time-out making them even more
inseparable. Harry didn?t even know why they bothered with the whole time-out
thing.

He sighed as he leaned back in the chair, listening with
closed eyes to the French accents around him, hearing their words and trying to
decipher them. He knew only a small amount of French, not much at all.

?Your coffee, Mon chere? a clean cut accent brought him out
of his thoughts, making him look up to see a young man, mid-twenties, standing
next to him. The man had brown hair and brown eyes, very handsome.

He smiled to Harry as he placed the coffee in front of him,
then turned and left, taking an order from a table across from Harry before he
went back behind the store.

Harry turned to his coffee, taking a small sip.

The small bell chimed as the front door to the café was
opened on the other side of the room, he didn?t bother turning around to see if
it was Hermione and Ron, it wouldn?t be, it was still under an hour. A cold
draft entering the cosy room as it did.

?Where have you been?? A lady behind the counter called,
most likely to the new comer.

?Out. Massy, I?m tired, please lay off the scolding, just
for today? the reply was said between a yawn, proving the fact.

Harry looked up and over to the counter, he saw the back of
a young man standing there, blonde hair pulled back into a pony-tail at the
nape of his neck. The man was wearing blue jeans, and a grey shirt being
revealed as the man took off his jacket.

As soon as Harry saw the blonde hair his heart leaped, it
always leaped when he saw blonde, thinking that just maybe it was his long lost
lover.

When the man turned around, Harry was disappointed to see
hazel eyes and a freckle covered face ? not his lover?s soft angel face.

?Table six and eight need their orders taken? said the lady
sternly, passing over a small note pad and a pen, as well as a black apron.

Mumbling to himself, the man put on his apron and began to
take orders with a fake smile.

Again the bell chimed, this time with Hermione and Ron
walking through the door, both wearing identical expressions.

?Hey guys, what?s up?? Harry asked, smiling to them as they
dropped into the seat opposite him.

Hermione and Ron exchanged looks, each not knowing what to
say, then, Hermione turned back to him and tried to smile as she shook her
head. ?Nothing, it?s nothing? she said, calling a waiter over, the same one
with the blonde hair.

Both seemed to jump when they saw the waiter, but soon
calmed and smiled to the man, ordering a coffee ? straight black ? and a tea,
two sugars and small amount of milk, as well as hot chips.

?Something?s up? Harry said, eyeing the two in front of him.

He watched as the two exchanged looks again. ?It?s nothing,
honestly mate? Ron said, smiling, then, he took Hermione?s hand, ?Me and ?Monie
decided to drop the time-out thing? he said.

Harry would have congratulated them, if it hadn?t been for
Hermione?s shocked face.

?Alright, what?s going on?? he demanded, narrowing his eyes
on the two guilty faces.

There was a large silence between them, then Hermione
finally broke, ?Oh Harry, we?re so sorry, we don?t know how to say this? we
thought it was safer to just act like it didn?t happed-?

Harry raised a brow, ?Like what didn?t happen?? he asked.

?W-we, we?re so sorry Harry, b-but we saw him, he was just
down the street from us, we panicked, he hadn?t seen us, but we saw him, we
didn?t know what to do, we ran straight here? I?m so sorry Harry? the girl
cried, thought there were no tears, she looked close to it

Harry turned narrowed eyes to his other friend, ?Ron, what?s
she talking about?? he asked.

Ron visibly gulped, the front door chimed again, but no one
payed it attention, only the visibly paling Ron.

With a shaky hand, Ron pointed over Harry?s shoulder.
?Th-that? he said, looking straight over Harry?s shoulder.

With a confused frown, Harry turned in his seat looking
across the room, only to find his heart stop dead.

That was his love? on the other side of the room, standing
just near the door, was his love. He looked just like Harry remembered him;
blonde silky hair falling around the pale angel face, silver eyes not cold like
ice, but burning with a silver flame. His cheeks were pink, as well as the tip
of his nose, from the cold snow outside, he was removing his jacket.

?D-Draco? Harry said, his voice hardly even audible. His
eyes had widened at the man he saw standing just a few meters from him, the one
and only person he had ever really loved.

He hadn?t seen the man in five years, but he?d always
remember that face, those eyes.

With the feeling of eyes on him, the blonde slowly scanned
over the café, his eyes slowly coming to stop at the back of the shop, his eyes
widening as they met green.<

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He felt his knees go weak, but he didn?t collapse, his eyes
were wide with disbelief. His face paling.

He had not expected this, of all he had expected for today?s
events, it had not been this, he had not expected to see his love after five
years; of course he knew they?d meet up one day? but he never knew it would
happen so soon, not yet.

?Shit? he swore under his breath, his eyes still on the wide
green ones of his ex-lover.

Then, promptly, he turned around and pulled the door open,
fleeing the room.

Harry stood abruptly as thende nde made a run for it; he
didn?t bother looking to Hermione or Ron as he ran out after the man.

He saw Draco running down the street on his left, over the
icy footpaths. He took of in pursuit, he didn?t slow down over the slippery ice,
instead, he sped up, trying to gain on the man.

Draco was running fast, he didn?t know why this seemed the
better option, but it was too late now, he just continued to run, heading to
his house. He looked over his shoulder and was shocked ? though he shouldn?t
have been ? to find his lover right on his heels, gaining on him.

He sharply turned left, nearly slipping on the icy ground,
but he only just managed to stay upright and keep running.

He saw the corner of his street, and he managed to turn the
corner without slipping, he heard Harry running behind him.

He saw his house coming into view, the small fence that he
was regretting ever putting up blocking his way, he didn?t slow down and
managed to jump the fence, landing in the snow covered garden, he ran towards
his door, but just when he was thinking he was going to be safe, he was grabbed
and both men let out shouts as they slipped, falling backwards, they landed heavily
in the thick snow.

Both lay still for a moment, panting.

Draco could feel Harry on top of him, the man?s weight
keeping him down, powerless to getting up. He panted as he opened his eyes,
looking into the intense green ones.

?H?>?H? hello Harry? he said, between breaths.

Harry growled. ?What the hell did you think you were doing??
he yelled down at the blonde, making the young man wince.

?Er? running?? Draco asked helpfully, giving a weak smile.

?You could have killed yourself, don?t you know how slippery
it is?? the man yelled.

?Um? yeah, I-I do.?

Draco was actually feeling a little confused. He hadn?t seen
his lover in five years, most likely broke his heart when he left without a
word ? or more he did break his heart
? and after finally meeting again, all Harry could do was yell at him for
running in the snow?

He didn?t even realise that his teeth had started to chatter
from the cold until he felt Harry standing up, grabbing his hand and pulling
him up as well.

?You?re such an idiot? the brunet grumbled, ?Where?re your
keys?? he asked when he turned the knob of the door and it didn?t budge.

Draco, with his teeth chattering beyond his control, hugged
himself. From falling into the snow, his back was wet, the snow having socked
through his clothes.

?P-p-pocket? he stuttered.

Harry?s hand searched through the smaller mans pockets,
fishing out the silver keys and unlocking the door.

Draco walked into the house as soon as the door was open,
heading straight for his bedroom. He was freezing.

Quietly Harry followed him, taking in the house as he walked
through it. It was small and cosy, built for two, there was a large fire place
in the lounge room, which he lit with his wand, and small kitchen that was
clean, dishes recently washed up.

Down the hallway, between the kitchen entry and the lounge
room, Harry followed Draco, entering a medium size room; there was a large
double bed in the middle, on either side a small bedside table. There was a
cupboard on the far side, neo a o a window with dark blue curtains.

Draco walked straight over to the cabinet, opening the draws
and rummaging through for warm clothes; he finally pulled out jeans and a long
sleeve grey top. He turned around only to find Harry standing at the doorway,
arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the doorframe.

?Er? can I have some privacy?? the blonde asked, feeling a
little unsure.

Harry glared at him, then the window, causing Draco to roll
his eyes. ?Of for Merlin sakes Harry, I?m not going to try and run? he snapped.

With a small nod from the other man, he left the room and
closed the door.

Draco quickly stripped, eyes never leaving the door, just in
case. He had no idea he?d meet Harry, especially today, or this year even. He
had just gone into town to pick up a few stuff from the shops, but when the
stuff wasn?t in, he went to get a drink at his favourite café, everything
happening from there leading to here.

Why hadn?t he just told the brunet to get out of his house?
Why didn?t he just ignore the man, tell him he was with someone else or
something like that?

But he knew why, it was because he still loved the man,
never stopped really. And if Harry was here, the man either wanted answers, or
he ? by some kind of miracle ? still loved Draco. He would just tell the man
whatever it is that he wants to know, no arguments, no lies.

Sighing, he pulled a warm jumper over his shoulders, moving
to the door he opened it, slightly shocked to find that the other man wasn?t
standing guard over the door. He slowly crept forward, moving out of the hallway,
he crept into the living room, eyes scanning for the other man.

?I want to talk? came a strong voice behind him, making
Draco leap as he spun around, he saw Harry leaning against the wall, near the
kitchen.

?Er? O-okay? Draco said, tugging at the hem of his shirt.
?C-coffee?? he asked, trying to give himself something to do before he died?
which he knew would happen with the way those green eyes were dark.

Harry nodded, ?Yes thank you? he said, moving aside as Draco
nervously slipped passed him and into the kitchen.

?Why did you run away?? was the first question shot at him,
making Draco cringe and look over his shoulder to the other man.

?Run away? Er? which incident are we talking about?? Draco
asked, playing dumb.

Eyes narrowed on him, making him swallowvousvously. ?Let?s
try both? Harry said, leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen entry.

?O-okay?? Dr? Draco began setting up the kettle, getting two
mugs and filling them with the appropriate stuff. ?Today? um? I don?t really
know actually? I guess I wasn?t expecting to seeing you? after five years? and
panicked? he answered truthfully, knowing it was the truth that was going to
save him.

?Panicked??

?Well yeah? I mean, I really wasn?t expecting that? um?
well? yeah? he said, now wincing at his own words.

?And the other time?? Harry asked, this time his voice was
softer, sad.

Draco was forced to turn around when he heard that tone in
his ex-lovers voice, he looked over to Harry and sighed, leaning back on the
bench.

?No? it was another reason? he said, sighing again as he
hung his head in shame.

?D-Draco, it wasn?t what it had looked like, I swear? Harry
suddenly burst out, stepping forward.

Draco only chuckled, looking up to the man he loved, ?Harry,
that?s the most cliché line anyone could use? he said, ?But no, I know it
wasn?t what it seemed Harry? he admitted.

?What do you mean?? the brunet asked, blinking in his
puzzlement.

Draco knew it hadn?t been that Harry was cheating on him
with Ginny? Then why had he run if it hadn?t been because of that?

?Harry, I- it?s hard to explain?? he said, his words dying
out as he hung his head again.

?Try to, please? the man asked, his voice soft, waiting to
hear the reason.

?I-it was because when I saw you and Ginny? hugging and
kissing? I felt out? I-I felt like I was taking advantage of you? you dved
ved
better, I always knew you did? but when I had seen you with her, when I saw
everyone watching you and her, they all seemed to approve of it, they all liked
it? it would have been frowns if it had been me? and because it was Ginny, and
because I saw the way they seemed to accept it, I just knew she was what you
deserved? he said, sighing again as he lifted his hand to massage the ridge of his
nose.

?You did it because you thought I?d be happier with Ginny??
Harry asked, putting two and two together, ?It wasn?t because you thought I was
cheating on you, it was because you thought you didn?t deserve me? he said,
eyes widening as he realised the truth.

Draco chuckled lightly as he looked up at his love, dropping
his hand to his side, ?Harry, I know you?d never cheat on me. Though, I admit,
I didn?t like what I had seen. I mean, come on, I was your boyfriend and here
you were hugging some other girl, who I knew for certain held the biggest crush
on you. But no Harry, I knew you weren?t cheating on me, but I also knew you?ve
always wanted a normal life, Ginny could give that to you? not me? he said,
hanging his head once again, ?I know I hurt you with what I did, but I also
know I had a good reason? he said.

Silence fell onto the room, Harry taking in what had been
said to him as Draco waited for the outcome.

?So? it?s not because you hate me or anything like that??
the other man asked, looking over to Draco, his head tilting to the side.

Draco?s own head snapped up, eyes wide, ?What?!? he
screamed, ?I don?t hate you! I love you! I-? his eyes widened as he realised he
had been tricked.

He looked to Harry with wide eyes, and watched as the
mischief twinkle was mixed with amusement, as well as that smile creeping onto
his face.

?Oh?? he asked.

?I-I?? in the background the kettle started to whistle,
announcing it had completed its task of boiling the water.

Harrywly wly moved forward, his eyes flickering to the
kettle; he stood right in front of the blonde, pushing his body against the
smaller one as he leaned around the young man, with a flick of his hand he
turned the kettle off. His eyes never left the wide silver eyes.

Draco swallowed the lump in his throat as he felt the man?s
firm body pressed against his own; he looked up at Harry, feeling his knees
going weak as he found those intense eyes still looking down at him.

Harry leaned both his hands on either side of Draco,
trapping him against the kitchen table. ?Did you ever think that a normal life
for me, involved you?? he asked, his voice deep and husky.

Very slowly Draco shook his head, his eyes flickering to the
red lips as they moved in front of him, the husky voice making his breathing
shaky and his knees weak.

?Did you think to ask me what I wanted?? the husky voice continued. Harry shifted, moving into a
more comfortable position against the small body.

Again Draco slowly shook his head. ?N-n-no? I? I kn-knew
your answer would b-be no? b-but I th-thought y-you just didn?t n-notice what a
g-good life Ginny c-could give you? I-I thought I-I was holding you back? he
stuttered out in a shaky voice, licking his dry lips.

Harry slowly shook his head. ?You don?t understand. You
never held me back, you were the first to ever let me be me, to not hold back?
he said, voice still husky and low.

Draco bit his lower lip, ?B-but yo-you looked happy with
her? he said, confusion shinning in his teary eyes.

Harry softened upon seeing the tears in those silver eyes.
He shifted, raising one hand to rest on the pale cheek, ?Draco, I had just
defeated Voldermort, of course I was happy, but it had nothing to do with
Ginny? he said, his thumb stroking the soft skin.

?B-but it reminded me, a-about what Ron h-had said?? he
said, trailing off, a small single tear slipping down his cheek, stopping at
Harry?s thumb.

Harry?s own eyes narrowed.

He remembered that. They had been dating for a few months
and Harry had decided to tell his friends about them? that hadn?t gone too bad.

One time he had been woken up by a trembling Draco; the
Slytherin had crawled onto his bed, shaking and trying to fight tears.

Harry had taken him into his arms and pulled him under the
blankets, asking him what was the matter.

It took a while for the blonde to admit that he had just
spoken to Ron. Ron had said some things that had made Draco doubt himself and
Harry?s love. It had taken day?s to talk the boy out of breaking up, and even
longer to get him back to the way he used to act.

Harry had stopped talking to Ron for that, not until the boy
approached Draco and apologised. It had taken a while, but the apology finally
came.

?I thought I had told you not to believe what he had said?
Harry stated, wiping another small tear away.

?I-I know? but I couldn?t help it? wh-when I saw you with
Ginny? his words just came back and? and I just acted? he said.

They were silent for a while, both looking into the others
eyes. Finally Harry broke the stare, backing up from the man as he dropped his
hands to his side.

?Well, I know I?m up to a nice coffee? he said, trying to
break the silence and depressive mood.

Draco chuckled, wiping another tear away with the back of
his hand as he turned to the kettle, he poured them their drinks and gestured
for Harry to take his drink and follow.

Draco sat at the lounge in front of a television, his legs
folded under himself as he held the mug with both hands, not realising how cold
they had been.

Harry sat beside him, holding the cup in much the same
manner.

Since he had lit the fire, the room was warm, helping both
to keep out of freezing. The crackling of the wood helped to ease the silence,
both thinking over the news they had heard.

Draco took a sip of his drink, relaxing in the warmth that
spread through his body. He looked over to the window near the front door, it
was snowing again. He then glanced to the clock above a small computer desk, it
was also six, the sky was cloudy and grey and the shadows were growing.

Draco yawned, his eyes blinking closed then open. He hadn?t
been sleeping too well for the past few days, mostly because he had found an
interesting book that he kept reading late into the night, and from that run he
did today, the lack of sleep was catching up on him.

His eyes closed again, only to open them when he felt his
mug being taken out of his hands, he looked over to Harry who had placed both
their mugs on the ground.

?You looked like you?d drop of to sleep at any given moment,
don?t want to spill your drink? the man said, though this didn?t explain why he
put his own drink down.

Sleepily, the man nodded, yawning again. With a chuckle,
Harry held out his arms, ?Come here? he said, smiling gently to Draco?s
slightly shocked face.

Though he was shocked at the invite, Draco?s body acted
automatically, as it had always done when Harry invited him to cuddle. He
crawled over to the other side of the lounge, into the warm arms of his
ex-lover.

He soon made himself comfortable, his head lying in Harry?s
lap, his own arms wrapped lightly around the other mans waist, his legs tucked
in slightly. Harry?s arms were resting around him, one lying over his waist as
the other began to play with his hair.

Once again Draco found his eyes fluttering closed, heaviness
keeping them closed. He had so many questions to ask, like what was going to
happen now? Did this mean they were back together? Had Harry forgiven him? What
was going to happen now?

But tiredness prevented him asking questions, he soon found
himself falling into a beautiful sleep, warmth surrounding his body. In the
distance he heard the television being turned on, he was asleep before he could
even listen to what was on.

Harry smiled down at his sleeping love, his hands ran
through the silky hair, the television was on a randomly chosen channel, but
his eyes didn?t lift to watch the show, they stayed on the sleeping angel.

He chuckled and leaned down, placing a kiss on Draco?s
temple, pulling back he watched as a small smile curved onto Draco?s lips, his
head nuzzling closer as his arms tightened around Harry?s waist.

He understood Draco?s reasons, and he knew he couldn?t blame
the man for what he did. He?d probably do the same if the situations were
reversed, but what they both needed to understand, was that they deserved each
other, and that fate wanted them to be together, why else would they meet up
again?

Harry was never one for going against fate.

?You?re stuck with me for life Draco? he whispered to the
man, his words, although they weren?t heard, did manage to get through to some
part of the blonde, as he smiled again, shifting himself closer to Harry?s warm
body.

~The End

Authors Notes: I
don?t really know if I like this story, in some way I do like it? in another? I
just don?t? oh well, I have my good points and bad points about all my stories,
lol.

Help: Okay, I?ve
been trying to write some one shots, thing is, I can never get a plot that?s
easy enough. I always tend to get these complicated things that would take me
decades to get out. At the moment I?ve found myself writing AU?s for
Harry/Draco, in the Victorian times? weird, I know, and I?m really into
vampires at the moment, as well as dark Harry.

Anyway, I wanted to know if anyone has any plot bunnies that
would go well for a one shot. I just want to write a simple story that has
Draco and Harry romance? got any ideas? anyone?

Hope you liked this story, review if you want.