Cafe Rendezvous
by Nickainai
Summary: Draco Malfoy left Hogwarts after Voldemort's resurrection because he had a choice. Either live as a muggle or be a death eater. What did he chose? Something that completely changed his life. Something that was safe. Eventual DM/HP slash.
Warnings: This will be slash.
Disclaimer:Harry Potter (and associated characters, likenesses, concepts, etc.) belongs to J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury Publishing, Scholastic, Inc. AOL/Time Warner, Inc., among others. I make no claim, written or implied, upon Harry Potter. No money is being made and no infringement or disrespect to the creators/copyright holders is intended.
Characters: Draco Malfoy (Hayden White), Harry Potter (Evan Rodgers), Margaret (Maggie) Kendrick, Gavin Kendrick, Olivia Kendrick. More characters to come.
Pairings: Draco Malfoy (Hayden White)/Harry Potter (Evan Rodgers), Margaret (Maggie) Kendrick/Gavin Kendrick
Later Pairings: Will let you know later on )
Author Note: Draco Malfoy is Hayden White. I'll be referring him as Draco. However the other characters will be referring him as Hayden. Harry Potter is Evan Rodgers. I'll be referrring him as Harry. However, the other characters will be referring him as Evan. Got it? I hope that isn't too confusing )
CHAPTER ONE
It was the last night of christmas holidays, students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would have to return to school tomorrow morning. Fourteen year old Draco Malfoy was lying down on his stomach on his queen sized bed studying his potions homework. Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's mother, was standing in the doorframe looking at her son in pride. After a few moments, Draco looked up to his mother and smiled, Narcissa frowned.
"What is it, mum?" asked Draco, frowning.
Narcissa sighed, "Your father wants to see you. He's in the library."
Draco slowly nodded. He put away his potions homework. Then stood up, walked to Narcissa who took out her arm. Draco placed his hand on his mother's arm, and they walked to the library where his father usually spent his spare time in.
Narcissa paused when they arrived to the door that opened to the library, she gave her son a hug. She started to spring up tears, Draco was confused, he didn't know what was going on.
The short boy looked up to his tall elegant. mother, she looked as if this was one of the last times she'll ever see her son. Draco began to speak, but Narcissa stopped him by putting her index finger upon her son's mouth, and she motioned her other hand as if she was telling Draco to go on.
Draco gulped. Narcissa nodded, then she left. Now Draco was all alone, he had to face his father, he didn't know what to expect. But he had a feeling that this was going to change his whole life, forever.
The fourteen year old opened the doors slowly, it was as if time slowed down, seconds became mintues, mintues became hours. The library was filled with many books, just about every book that existed in the wizarding world. Draco saw the back of his father's chair, and it appeared as if his father was sitting in it, reading a book in candlelight. He could see his father's long plantium blonde hair, tied back up with a bow.
Draco approached his father, and while he was still behind his father, he heard Lucius Malfoy's voice saying his name.
"Dad?" asked Draco, nervously.
"Draco, we need to talk..." said Lucius as he closed his book and set it down on the side table.
He nodded and sat down in the armchair across from his father.
"What is it?" asked Draco.
"You know all about Wormtail, don't you?" asked Lucius.
"Yeah, he faked his own death and framed Sirius Black." responsed Draco.
Lucius nodded. His son was smart, mostly because he obeyed his father, no matter what. Indeed, he was proud. "That's correct."
"So why did you mention him?" asked Draco, he was curious.
"A few weeks ago, Wormtail approached me. He said he found the Dark Lord, with another one of the supposedly dead Barty Crouch junior, I don't know how he faked his death, but he was one of the Dark Lord's followers." Lucius began.
Draco dropped his mouth open, "He's... Actually alive?"
"Well, technically, he's not dead. But he does lead a half life." explained the elder Malfoy.
"A half-life?" asked Draco.
"Yes, what I'm about to tell you, you must promise to not to tell anyone else, not even a soul."
"I promise."
"Barty Crouch junior has polyjuiced himself to Alastor Moody, and he was the one who placed Harry Potter's name into the Goblet under another school, so there was no reason why he shouldn't have been picked."
"Why would he do that?" asked Draco.
"Ah, let me explain." answered Lucius, Draco nodded. Lucius contiued, "At the end of the third task, the winner will get the tri-wizard tournment cup. But Crouch will make sure that Potter will be the winner since the cup is actually a portkey to the Riddle Cementary where the Dark Lord will be resurrected."
"What!" exclaimed Draco.
"So, what I'm wondering is, are you going to join the circle of death eaters?" asked Lucius.
"W-well, I don't want to kill anybody. And, you told me, t-that Malfoys does not worship anyone, not even... him!" said Draco, in fear. Draco was afraid that his father was going to be enraged.
But no, his father was not enraged, his father was proud. He smiled.
Draco was immediately confused.
"Do you know what this means?" asked Lucius.
Draco shook his head 'no'.
"I am very proud of you. I do not want you to be a death eater. I don't know this, but I do care for you." said Lucius.
The younger Malfoy was astoned. He had never heard his father say anything like this to him.
"You do have a choice in life, you know. But since you refused to be a death eater... You have to leave the wizarding world." explained Lucius.
Draco was starled. "Wait! What?"
Lucius sighed. "You made the choice. If you stay in the wizarding world, not being a death eater, it'll be very dangerous. But on the other hand, it is equally as dangerous as being a death eater. After the third task, I need you to leave the wizarding world, forever."
"Forever?" asked Draco, "As in never coming back?"
Lucius nodded. "You'll be living in the muggle world."
"Where will I live?" asked Draco.
"I cannot know that. After you leave, you must leave no breadcrumbs signalling that you're actually alive. Because after you leave, I will tell people that you disobeyed me and that I murdered you. Then I will be placed in Azkaban which is better than being a death eater. Don't you worry, I am going to make arrangements, but not many. What I'll do is give you a ticket to go to anywhere in the world you wish to live in, I'd prefer you to live wherever you think nobody will find you. And I'll supply you with a hundred thousand in muggle money. It won't last you your whole life so that means you have to find a job." explained Lucius.
"A job! But I've never worked my whole life!" exclaimed Draco.
"I don't want you to be dead. This is better for you. I'm doing this for you. And the sake of the wizarding world. The less death eaters, the safer it is."
"Yeah, after all, you're the recruiter." sighed Draco.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. You're doing the right thing."
"So are you, Draco."
"I've got to go to bed." said Draco, sadly. Lucius approached his son, and gave him a hug. Which he never did since the night before he left for Hogwarts the first time.
"I'll see you tomorrow morning." said Draco as he turned away, but his father stopped him, with tears springing out of his eyes. Draco had never seen Lucius cry, not even when his grandmother died. "No, you won't." said Lucius.
"What?" asked Draco, frowning.
"This is the last time I'll ever see you." said Lucius.
"You're not coming tomorrow?" asked Draco.
Lucius shook his head no. "It'd be too difficult."
Draco started to cry as well. "I'm going to miss you, dad."
"I love you, Draco." said Lucius as he gave his son a final hug. That night was the last time they ever seen each other.
Approximately Four Years Later
It was a beautiful october day. Leaves falling out of trees, lots of oranges and browns spread all over the sidewalks. Nineteen year old Draco Malfoy now known as Hayden White was busing tables at Cafe Rendezvous where he has been working in the past four years. Draco knew leaving the wizarding world was the best decision he'd ever made in his whole life, even though he missed his life in the wizarding world. He was content with his life, he was currently attending Syracuse University on a scholarship, playing on their basketball team as their star player.
At Syracuse, Draco was studying to be a scientist. He always liked potion making while he was Hogwarts. The real reason Draco was studying to be a scientist was because he knew that there was a cure for those cancers and diseases that muggles haven't found, Snape even told him. Yes, in the wizarding world, there were actually cures for those cancers and diseases. Draco was very angered when Snape wouldn't help out those muggles. So here he was, in Syracuse, trying to find cures, working in a cafe, playing a muggle sport.
Nobody ever would think that Draco Malfoy would turn out like this. Of course, the entire wizarding world thought Draco Malfoy was dead, murdered by his father, Lucius and got locked up in Azkaban for it.
And besides, if anybody seen Draco right now, they wouldn't recogonize him. In fact, he looked completely different, as if he was a different person. In a way, he was a different person, but only because he had a different life. Draco was fifteen when he left his world, and entered the muggle world. He was short, skinny, and lanky. But now, he was tall, slim and muscular. He was very handsome, according to most girls. He used to have blonde hair that was nearly white, but he usually dyes it dark blonde to conceal his real identity just in case. His pointed face was no longer there, it was more filled out, more masculine, but not pointy at all.
"Hayden!" called out the owner of the Cafe, Margaret Kendrick. Everyone called her Maggie.
Maggie was a young hip thirty-five year old, with chesnut brown hair that nearly reached her butt, she was also married to a man named Gavin, who also owned the cafe. Gavin was hip, just like his wife, he had a goatee, and shaggy black hair, you could say they were opposites. In high school, Gavin was in a band and Maggie was a cheerleader, they still dated each other despite their differences. They married at a young age, in fact, they married right after they graduated high school. They were seventeen years old when they married. A year later, Maggie had a daughter named Olivia.
Olivia has shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes just like her dad's. She had her mother's slim hourglass figure. She had a massive crush on Draco, everyone knew, but Draco was very oblivious to her lustiness.
"Yeah?" asked Draco.
"Well, can you stay here until lockup? I have several errands to run, I'll pay you overtime, it'd be greatly appreciated." asked Maggie.
Draco smiled, and nodded to let her know it was allright.
"Thank you! Where would I be without you?" said Maggie, chuckling.
A few hours later, it was approximately five o' clock in the evening. Draco was stuck at the Cafe until nine o' clock. Everyone was out for dinner, and the Cafe was pretty much vacant except for seven or so people.
Draco stood against the counter, waiting for customers. And finally, a boy that was approximately Draco's age walked in, sitting in the first available table, propping up his laptop.
Draco walked up to the dark haired boy, and spoke, "May I get your order?"
The dark haired boy had a strong english accent. "Do you have cocoa?" asked the tanned boy.
"Yeah, we do. You want some?" asked Draco.
"That'd be nice, thanks." said the boy.
"Do you want ginger in it, peppermint canes, marshmellows?" asked Draco.
"I'd like a peppermint cane, and some thick marshmellows in my cocoa, if that's not too much trouble?" replied the dark haired boy.
"Oh, no problem." said Draco as he walked away, but the boy yelled out "Thanks!" before he forgot.
Draco got the boy with the english accent his cocoa. The customer kept ordering drinks and food.
Three hours had passed, and there was more people in, maybe 10 or so more. But it wasn't that busy, people basically wanted dry food, hot drinks or some cold beverages. It was such an easy job sometimes, but that caused it to be boring once in a while. He liked this job because he usually met interesting people.
Draco saw the boy that came in three hours ago, he was still focused on the laptop. He was bored, so he decided to approach the boy again, but not to take his order, to make conversation.
"So, what's your name?" asked Draco.
"Evan Rodgers." said Harry without looking up.
"So, Evan, what are you doing on that laptop?" asked Draco.
"Sociology research project." answered Harry, then he looked up to Draco and said, "Oh, how rude of me. I haven't asked your name!"
Draco laughed. "It's allright, I can see that you're busy." said Draco.
"No, no, it's okay. I could really use a break. My old friend had this habit of doing homework at the earliest time possible, so I guess she had some influence on me. You haven't told me your name yet."
"It's Hayden White." replied Draco, automatically.
"It's nice to meet you Hayden White." said Harry as he took out of his hand. Draco smiled, and shook it.
As Draco shook Harry's hand he felt a sense of familiarity. He just shrugged it off, and said, "It's nice to meet you too, Evan Rodgers."
"So do you go school around here?" asked Harry.
Draco nodded, "Syracuse University."
"Oh! I knew you looked familiar!" exclaimed Harry.
"What?" asked Draco.
"You're the star player on the basketball team, aren't you? Number 47." said Harry.
Draco was surprised. "Yeah, actually, I am... So you go to Syracuse?" asked Draco.
"Yeah. I study human relations and such. How about you?"
"Science."
"Science? Why?" asked Harry, he spoke the word science in digust.
"I want to find cures to things like cancer and those diseases. You know?" replied Draco.
"Oh, that's not a bad idea actually." mumured Harry.
"Yeah, well, I should be getting back to work. Nice talking to you, maybe I'll see you around sometime soon." said Draco.
Harry nodded. "I probably should finish this up, anyways."
A hour has passed by, Draco was cleaning up the cafe, that 'Evan' boy was still working on his project.
Draco sat down at a table by the window, and saw that it was raining outside. He sighed loudly and looked at the time. It was 8:46 pm. Fourteen mintues until lock-up. He got up and decided to tell 'Evan' that it was nearing time to lock-up.
Draco stood behind Harry and tapped his shoulder. Harry jumped out of his seat, and looked at Draco in shock and then let out of a sound of relief, "You fucking scared me!"
"Sorry." whispered Draco.
"It's allright, I'm just paranoid sometimes." said Harry, and then let out a weak chuckle.
"Oh, uhm, I just wanted to let you know that, I'm closing up in uh..." said Draco then paused to see the time on his watch, "about ten mintues."
"Oh geez! What time is it?" asked Harry.
"Well, right now its 8:52 at night." replied Draco.
"Wow, are you telling me that I've been here nearly four hours?" asked Harry. Draco nodded his head.
Harry shook his head and started to pack up everything he had and then headed for the door. While Harry was getting ready to leave, Draco hurriedly turned off the open neon sign, turned off the lights, shut down the blinds, and now he was just behind Harry.
Draco smiled at Harry. To him, 'Evan' was a stranger, but somehow he felt comfortable with this guy. It was strange. Harry smiled back at Draco.
Draco turned the sign opposite way so it'd say 'CLOSED'. And opened the door for Harry.
Harry took out an umbrella, and opened it up, the both boys under it. Draco was locking the door.
"Um, thanks." said Draco.
"No problem, do you live around here?" asked Harry. Draco nodded. "Where?"
"A few blocks from here." replied Draco.
"Is it allright if I walk you home, I mean, you don't have an umbrella. So, how about it?" asked Harry.
Draco smiled. "Sure. Why not?"
This was the beginning of a new friendship.
TBC