Author's notes: Wow, the first chapter of my very first fanfiction. I know it's short, but if I get enough reviews/feedback, I promise to post longer chapters. So please, read and review! Also, there would be a prequel to this story to further the plot line, but I won't post it unless I know people are going to read it. P
Summary: It's Christmas time, and Harry is doing some last-minute shopping when he runs into Draco.
Disclamer: All characters, ideas etc... belong to J.K Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made off of this story.
It was three days before Christmas, and Harry still hadn't bought Molly her present.
"What do you want?" he had asked her.
She tore her eyes away from the page in the book she was reading long enough to answer, "Henry Planter, the new one."
Harry looked at Ron- his daughter was only four years old, and wanted books for Christmas. Ron shrugged back; obviously his daughter's love for reading had come from Hermione. Hermione groaned at the mention of the book. "Harry, I'm afraid you've just undertaken a nearly impossible task," Hermione sighed.
"Why would you say that?" Harry asked. He saw the expression on Hermione's face and began to wonder what he'd gotten himself into.
Harry soon found out, however, as he waded through the crowded streets of Diagon Alley which lead to the congested entrance to Flourish and Blotts. Bloody Hell, Harry thought to himself. How popular is this book?
Harry managed to push through the crowd and enter the shop. There was a huge Henry Planter display, and an even bigger line. Suddenly, someone grabbed his arm. Harry spun around to meet the gaze of Seamus, his old roommate. " Harry! How've y'been? It's been awhile, mate." Seamus said excitedly, his Irish lilt getting thicker by the minute. Harry brought his hand to the back of his head, and ran it through his hair, making it stick out more than it already did. Before he could reply, the young Irish man started to speak. "I bet you're here for the new Henry Planter book-funny title, eh? -That's what everyone else is here for anyway. I happen to know where there's an autographed copy in the back, if you want it- no waiting in these bloody lines. What do you say?"
"Sure, that would be great, thanks Seamus." Harry replied as he watched Seamus scurry off to the back room to fetch the book.
"But Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadddyyyyy! I don't bloody want to!" came a shrill little voice from across the store. Seamus returned and handed Harry his book.
"You'll do as I say Lucas, and you won't make a scene in front of all these people! And watch your mouth," the voice hissed loudly. The store quieted down, and everyone turned and stared at the source of the noise; a blonde man and his child. Harry noticed that all conversation had stopped, and the blonde man was frozen in embarrassment. Seamus, deciding to break the silence, yelled, "Look everyone, it's Harry Potter!" This diverted the attention of the shoppers long enough for the man and his son to slip out through the door.
Harry surveyed the store, and licked his lips nervously. "Thanks a lot, Seamus," Harry whispered angrily out of the corner of his mouth. "You know what everyone, I'd love to stay and chat with you all, but I'll miss my portkey. Happy Christmas everyone!" And with that, Harry scrambled out of the store, mission accomplished.
The blonde man and his son were outside of the store; the blonde man bending over to tie the little boy's shoe. Harry looked at the boy; he had green eyes, and unruly, dirty blonde hair. He looked exactly like his father, but there was someone else, someone Harry couldn't identify, in the boy as well. Harry walked over to the pair, and cleared his throat. The blonde man, startled, stood up. The boy, once he saw Harry, hid behind his father's legs.
"Hello, Malfoy," Harry said. The boy peeked out from behind Draco's legs
"Hello, Potter." Draco spoke with a tone that Harry couldn't identify. It was almost as if he were glad to see him, but was still trying to maintain his icy attitude. Draco turned behind to speak to his son. "Lucas, aren't you going to say hello and introduce yourself?"
The boy glared up at Harry from behind Draco's legs. "No." Draco bent down to pick Lucas up. He held him under the armpits.
"You're sure that you don't want to rethink that decision?" Draco, still holding his bundles of shopping bags, repositioned Lucas on his hip, to face Harry.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Potty," Lucas mumbled begrudgingly. "My name is Lucas." Draco winced at the introduction. Malfoy's always had better manners than that.
Lucas began to play with Draco's shoulder length bleach blonde hair. "Ow, owww, Lucas, you're pulling Daddy's hair-nice seeing you, Potter," Draco reached into his coat pocket with his free hand and gave Harry a business card. "Call me so we can catch up sometime- Owww, ow, ok Lucas, we're going now." Draco dropped Lucas down to the ground, took his hand, and walked away. Lucas turned around and stuck his tongue out at Harry, and then to top it off, gave the infamous Malfoy sneer.
The day couldn't get any stranger. Harry had met Malfoy out of the blue after not seeing him for Merlin knows how long, he had a child with him (and showed affection towards it) and what puzzled Harry the most, was that Draco gave him a business card with a telephone number on it. Telephones were muggle things, and Draco Malfoy was the last person on earth he would ever expect to have a telephone number, let alone a telephone.
Harry looked at the business card:
Draco Malfoy,
Chief Executive Officer
Malfoy Industries and Investments,
London, England.
Then it listed his telephone, fax, and email address. Bloody Hell, Harry thought, what's happened to him? Draco had changed drastically since they had last seen each other.
Author's notes: So, did you like it? All reviews are welcomed, flames are not.
also, I apologize for some american slang that i may use in the future...I don't have a brit-picker to help me with that, so bear with me.