Summary: Harry's relationship with Ginny was over before it began and now after the war everyone around him is pairing off, leaving Harry alone. That is until he dragged the Weasley's bowling and found something unexpected… DM/HP slash, yaoi, whatever you call it, if you don't like it don't read it.
Authors Note: I thought of this while out bowling with my friends. So this is my first Harry Potter fanfic, let alone Drarry. So since I've only just started reading the books (I'm up to Chamber of Secrets – and Lockhart is like 'lol') I'm going off what my friends tell me, other fanfics say and Wikipedia. So hope my info is correct and you like the result.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor any of the books for that matter. Well I didn't write them J.K. Rowling did and Warner Brothers owns the movie rights. I only own Harry and Draco in my mind (and boy, are those two dirty)
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Muggle Games
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Draco walked into the alley like he owned it and technically speaking he did own it. The smell of sweaty muggles assaulted him, the matching sound of bowling balls hitting the ground and rolling down the lanes. The sight of the bowlers, even if they were muggles, enjoying themselves, laughing joking and mucking around calmed him. The sights, sounds and smells washed over the usually composed and unruffled Slytherin. Smiling and glowing with pride Draco walked through the doors and over to the counter.
It was good to be home. Even if home smelt bad.
Making his way towards Maggie at the counter, Draco smiled the alley looked pretty jam packed tonight, the lanes overflowing with laughing muggles. Admittedly some of the muggles looked quiet serious about their games, in those lanes there was little if no laughter, hardly a smile to be seen. They were the ones that reminded him of his old life, the memories would surface and threaten to swamp him. Fighting them back very night was helping, the confrontation with the memories that was likely to happen when Draco reached the safety of his office and home. Living above the alley had its perks; he was hardly ever late for work being one.
The blond Slytherin turned on his way to his office when he caught a flash of messy black hair. Stopping mid-turn, Draco searched the alley's trying to find the owner of the messy hair. Upon spotting a concentration of red hair, Draco almost fell over. It couldn't be the Weasley's. Even they wouldn't come here. It was just a red-headed muggle family. It was not Ron he could hear, nor was it Hermione berating Ron.
Turning away from the wizard family, Draco walked away, at such a fast pass he was almost running. At the door marked 'private' that led to his apartment, Draco glanced one last time at the wizarding family. This time the black hair Gryffindor was looking in Draco's direction watching him. The shock of those emerald eyes that had haunted him his whole school life meeting his over the Muggle sanctuary he had created for himself.
Gasping Draco flung himself at the door and rushed up the stairs. In his apartment he flung himself on his couch and stared out the one-way-mirror that looked out over the lanes. He could see the bowlers as they approached lanes, eyed the pins before flinging their balls and watching how they went.
Watching Harry smile and laugh with the Weasley's, Draco was racked with a sudden jealousy. He wanted to stand next to Potter, to receive his smiles and hear him laugh. He wanted to make him laugh. But most of all he wanted to go down there, grab Potter and drag him back up here for a shag-a-thon.
But doing that would put him at large in the magical community again, and Draco knew that he could never go back. To Draco life in the bowling alley was better than the life he'd led in the magical world. In this world he didn't have to uphold a stuffy old family name and reputation. Here he could show his emotions freely, here he could live as he wanted, do what he wanted for the sake of it. Life in the Muggle bowling alley was far better than life as the Malfoy heir.
Draco was determined that no matter what Harry Potter would not see him again, the Weasley's would not know that it was his bowling alley and Harry Potter would certainly forget that he had ever seen him or been here. Mind made up Draco sat to wait out the end of the game, determined to obliviate Potter.
