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'Thoughts'

"Speaking"

'He wasn't good enough for a father. He's just an arse who kicked his only son out on the cold streets because Merlin forbid he is dating a Muggleborn. Blasted prejudiced son of a bi-'. A voice brought him out of his mental tirade.

"I'll have whatever the blonde's having," a man's voice muttered, nodding in his direction. The male tapped his fingers against the wood of the bar table in an unknown yet familiar tune.

"So a ginger ale with a shot of scotch?" smirked the bartender. "Some people have the strangest tastes," the bartender muttered, grabbing out the appropriate drinks and mixing them before handing it to the man who passed over a few pieces of paper that Draco identified as Muggle money.

"Some recognize it as a light drink that one would enjoy drowning ones sorrows in," sneered Draco. "Or does one such as yourself not recognize a drink a man might like?" The bartender just rolled his eyes and muttered a dark insult about where he'd like to shove a drink in Draco.

"Well, that's new. For one drowning sorrows, I'd expect someone such as yourself and your stature to be more, ah, sorrowed?" The man smirked and shook his head. "I suppose that sounded worse than what it sounded like in my head, huh?"

Draco laughed and looked at the man again who was staring at him. Green eyes met grey eyes. "Well, it wasn't that bad. I've heard worse from my mother," laughed Draco. "I'm Draco Malfoy," he said, holding out his hand which the other man shook.

"Nice to meet you Draco. I'm Harry. Harry Potter," Harry said, letting go of Draco's hand. "Nice grip you got. My uncle always said to my cousin that you can tell a lot about a man by his grip."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Interesting. What does mine say?" he asked with enthusiasm. "My father just said that you can tell a man's riches by his attitude," Draco said dully. The drinks they had ordered sat forgotten, the ice cubes melting and perspiration absorbing on the glass and dripping down to the napkin coasters.

"Well, you are rich of some sort, misunderstood by family and friends, and have a big heart even if it has been muffled and blanketed by others," laughed Harry. "Now, am I right or do I just get a gaping mouth?" he asked, smirking at Draco.

Draco scowled and shook his head bitterly. Dammit the new man was right. "Well fuck, what do you want? A gold medal?" he growled between gritted teeth. "Or a date?" Draco added, sarcasm dripping on each word.

"Well, the gold medal, as tantalizing as it is, is something I do not need," Harry said softly, tracing patterns into the wood. "But the date, that sounds perfectly perfect," he murmured, looking up at Draco finally, pushing his glasses back up onto his nose.

Draco gaped. "I'm-I mean I can't-I'm…I'm straight Harry. I have a girlfriend," Draco babbled, putting emphasis on girlfriend. "And where I'm from, my family as well, we-I mean-we don't look to kindly on the views and preferences of same sex partnerships," he said, his voice rising slightly with each word.

Harry bit his lip, beads of blood seeping out. "Well, our views are similar. But, not all views are…accepted by everyone, yes?" Harry murmured, batting his eyes slightly. "So there are bound to be others that are saying 'Fuck it' to the rules."

Draco's stomach fluttered at the eye batting. 'No, no. It's nerves. I'm NOT attracted to men. Father would find this as another reason to disinherit me. I am not attracted to the same sex. Not not not.' "As reasonable as the term 'Fuck it' sounds. I prefer to use the phrase towards women, Potter. Not the gender I share," Draco said coldly, slipping one hand into his jacket pocket, grabbing the handle of his wand.

Harry looked taken aback at Draco. "Hey hey, no need to grab your wand," muttered Harry quietly, standing up and grabbing Draco's hand and pulling him out of the bar. "What the fuck, Draco? You want to expose us to Muggles? Dumb ass," scolded Harry when they found an alley. "Fuck, I make mistakes sometimes but really?"

Draco found himself gaping at Harry again. "You know of the wizarding world? B-but you're a Muggle," he said with a sneer. "Did some moron let it slip? I know for a fact that you were not an attendee of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You were neither in classes nor in the school student list."

Harry stared at Draco incredulously. 'Is this arse serious? He should be aware that there are many more schools for magic than just Hogwarts.' With a scoff he shook his head. "Just because I did not attend Hogwarts doesn't mean I know naught of the wizarding world," Harry said with a growl. "I went to Durmstrang for my school career. I thought someone of your sort would be aware of more than just Hogwarts as a school."

Harry was satisfied when Draco just glared at him. "I'm sorry, but did my insult hit that big heart I sensed? Or are you just too stupid to make a comeback?" Harry sneered, a perfect imitation of Draco's. "Oh, I think it's the latter. And I think that you are still trying to feebly piece together some kind of insult that'll hurt me more than mine hurt you."

Draco sneered back. "Fine then Potter, if you're so brilliant, why are you living in a Muggle society? Hm, answer me that. Wizarding world too good for you?" Draco asked angrily, looking livid and like he was going to hit Harry. Or Avada Kedavra him into oblivion.

Harry looked at Draco with bitterness. "Some prefer the quiet life," he replied. "Others like the absence of magic. I prefer both," whispered Harry. "I finished my wizarding learning and once I was far away enough, I snapped my wand and left the world of magic. Muggles are fascinating."

Draco snickered in amusement. "Oh yes, and I find foot fungus just absolutely INTRIGUING," he said sarcastically. "What in the hell is so fascinating about Muggles and their society?" He had naught a clue. In his opinion, Muggles that were not magical were dirty oafs who couldn't find their own arse with a map and someone pointing at it.

Harry just shook his head. "To each his own Draco. But, a question for you. What are, or should I say were, you doing in a Muggle bar?" He held back a mocking laugh when the blond held a close look to that of murdering him. "Touched another nerve I think. Temper temper, least we draw attention."

"It was the first bloody bar I came too," Draco sneered with a roll of the eyes for effect of his annoyance at Harry. "Now, if you don't mind Potter, I have to go." With a turn on his heel, Draco Apparated away with a popping noise, leaving Harry in the dark of the alley.

A Look Into Next Chapter:

"God I can't get that annoying bastard out of my head," snarled Draco as he picked at his meal, his friends sitting across from him in the shared booth. "It's been a fucking week since I met him and he still haunts me." 'God dammit how the hell can this guy rule my mind whilst I have a girlfriend who I haven't given one thought too since I told him I had a girlfriend.'