Author's note: This ficcy takes place after the 7th book. Hope you like it. Also, this contains slash (homosexual sex) and it's definitely for mature audiences only.
Disclaimer: Just borrowing them…
Accidental Reunion
Chapter One
Harry gazed intently at the muggle from his seat, a booth in a shadowy corner of the local pub. This boy was especially appealing, not the sort that usually frequented the grimy muggle hangout. He was about 5' 10" and thin, delicate even. His hair a feathery honey brown cut short, and his skin could have been made from smooth white marble except for the glowing pink heat that kissed the apples of his cheeks. Harry brought his beer bottle to his full, red lips, considering his chances with the youth.
The boy, for he could barely be of legal drinking age while Harry was 28, was apparently alone. He'd come in shortly after Harry and asked the burly man behind the bar for someone; Harry had not been able to hear whom. After a brief exchange, the boy settled in to wait, drinking slowly from a glass and observing his surroundings. His slightly haughty expression, with the dark blue eyes and finely curving brows was a sight more welcome to Harry. All the other men were usually darker, heavier set, big shouldered, and gruff. Though Harry had found many of these muggles satisfactory in bed, he longed for a change.
Glancing at his watch, Harry decided to give up on Oliver Wood, his quidditch captain from Hogwarts. Wood was supposed to have met Harry an hour ago, just for a drink after work. Harry didn't encourage other wizards to join him in the pub, preferring to keep his male, muggle tricks to himself. But occasionally Wood, or Ron would turn up for a bit of a laugh and a beer. Harry and, Ron's sister, Ginny had split up ages ago, though on good terms. Since then Ginny had married a rather dapper blonde man named Jim who had studied at home as opposed to Hogwarts. And Harry, well, Harry had decided he preferred cock up his arse than pussy in his mouth.
Sighing, Harry returned his emerald eyed gaze to the boy at the bar, wondering who he was waiting for and if, like Wood, that person would not turn up. If so, Harry thought he might just go have a "chat" with him. Quite soon however, an equally thin, slightly haughty looking man edged his way through a large group of muggles, towards the boy. Sliding off his bar stool, the boy embraced the man, whose shining blonde hair was vaguely familiar to Harry.
Harry watched with disappointment as the blonde man leaned in to kiss the full but delicate lips of the boy. Then take a sip of the drink the little brunette had been nursing. Giving it up as a lost job, Harry finished his beer and stood to leave. The drink already paid for, he meandered through the muggles, eyeing them, but none of the men were particularly interesting. Glancing again at the beautiful little creature at the bar, Harry heaved another sigh and walked past. Someone grabbed his shoulder.
"Potter?"
Looking around uncertainly, Harry was suddenly tossed into a sort of memory/time vortex. Buried memories came to the fore of Harry's mind as he stared at the man grasping his shoulder. The same man that had approached the boy.
"Malfoy." Harry's blank statement of recognition was met with a smirk from the man in question who let his hand fall back to his side. Finally Harry blinked, coming to his senses.
He had not seen Draco Malfoy for at least 10 years and indeed, no one else he knew had either. After adjusting to the shock of meeting an old enemy, Harry immediately took a sidelong look at the boy sitting at the bar… so Malfoy was gay.
"Where the bloody hell did you come from?" Harry ran an appraising eye over the blonde ex Death Eater in front of him.
Malfoy was long and lean, his white blonde hair not so rigidly gelled as it had been as a teenager, his pearly gray eyes were just the same though, as were his thin brows and high cheekbones. Harry noted he had the same white marble, yet glowing skin as the brunette boy.
"I just came in to have a chat with my friend Steve here," Malfoy indicated the boy who was looking curiously at Harry. Clearly, thought Harry, they're more than friends.
Malfoy had been giving Harry the same kind of appraising look and found Harry to be more muscular but slim hipped. His raven hair untidy as ever, though short and instead of round glasses covering his lushly lashed green eyes, Malfoy saw that Harry had opted for a thicker, more rectangular frame.
"Yeah, I was supposed to meet someone too but he must have got caught up at work. I was just leaving."
"Why don't you have a drink with us, right Steve?"
The boy, Steve, said "Yeah," casually, his inspection of Harry turning to Harry's sweetly curving backside.
Normally, Harry would have been more excited by this blatant show of interest but he had more pressing things on his mind. Such as where did Malfoy come from, what had he been doing, and why was he in a muggle pub with this little Steve bloke?
"Er- no thanks." Interested though he was, Harry didn't fancy not being able to talk about what Malfoy had been up to with the clearly non-magical Steve in attendance. They'd have to skirt all talk about magic and his and Malfoy's past history with the boy there. But then what would there be to say?
Malfoy frowned, "Alright, well how about tomorrow night, about eight. I'll meet you here. We should, ah- catch up."
Thoroughly taken aback, Harry agreed, nodded goodnight to Malfoy and little Steve, then turned back into the crowd, heading for the door.
"Who was that Drake?"
"Oh, just someone I knew at school."
"Fancy him?"
Harry was not sure he wanted the answer to that question and sped off, thinking about what had just happened. He was meeting Draco Malfoy- Malfoy! Of all people. Wait till Wood heard who he'd missed.