Disclaimer: Not owner of Harry Potter or other such characters

Warnings: None...yet...-evil grin-

AN: R&R please!

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Love is Blind

The war was over, Voldermort was dead, and Harry Potter was running. He ran away from the fame, the people, the whole wizardry world in fact. Well, except Hermione and Ron, they'd find him if he didn't tell them where he was going for sure. Three years he had found a small comfortable apartment which was a lucky find because of a desperate Landlady who had befriended him earlier in the year. He had kindly bought one of the apartments much to her benefit. Harry re-read the letter he received from Hermione and Ron, they were coming to visit the upcoming weekend. Harry couldn't help but smile widely at the thought of seeing his friends again. Even though he had forsaken the wizardry world he missed his closest friends dearly. He glanced around his trashed apartment with a small smile. He better clean up then. He fished his wand from a special cabinet and went to work. He hated using magic when he didn't have too, but he was just lazy at the moment. A knock sounded at the door and Harry hastily put his wand safely away. Coming to the locked door he glanced through the peephold, it was the landlady. He opened the door beaming,

"Hi." He said. Bouncing on the balls of her feet, Cindy smiled widely,

"I've sold it!" She exclaimed. Harry's smile went wide,

"You did, that's great, I'm glad for you!" He exclaimed. She had wanted to sell the last of her apartments and she finally did. Truly, Harry was glad for her.

"The man was rather strange though.." She trailed off thoughtfully,

"Really? How?" Harry asked,

"I dunno, maybe his eyes. They sort of stared right through me…" Her phone started going off to an American rap song.

"Oh darn it. Sorry Harry I've got to go!" She opened her phone and waved to him as she left. Harry shook his head. That woman was so odd sometimes. Harry wanted to fly. It was an odd whim but he desperately wanted to fly. Now where did he put his broom…

A man played with the wooden wand in his hand as his eyes roomed around the room. Everything felt normal. All muggles. All of them. Inwardly he shied away from the idea but on the outside he always put his best face forward. He could easily charm anyone anyway. A sleek shape made itself know on his leg and the men bent down smoothly stroking swiftly through the black cats short fur. His whole body stiffened as the whole room seemed to ripple with the effects of a large amount of magic.

"So." He said in a sultry whisper. Slowly standing and went over to the window, the objects around his feet moved accordingly. The breeze played across his face. Minutes passed and the magic began receding into the building. His whole being concentrated on finding out what caused such an amount of magic in a supposedly all muggle neighborhood. Ten minutes. 15 minutes.

"Ah-ha."

Some one was hiding two doors down. A wizard in fact. The man smiled smugly. Things could get interesting then.

Harry downed the beer he had bought and wiped the side of his mouth. Life felt good for some reason. Not only were Hermione and Ron visiting, but he had flown! It had been a while since he had last been on his firebolt. It felt so good. The rushing wind, the dives, the twists and turns. So good. He called over the waitress asking for a water. She nodded and went her way. Harry leaned back in his chair. Life was so good.

"Ma'am will you please take the house's finest over to the man sitting to the far left with the unruly black hair, round glasses and scar on his forehead?" A man asked softly to his waitress.

"You mean Mr. Potter?" The muggle waitress asked kindly. The man smiled,

"Yes. That would be him."

"Is there a message you would like me to take to him as well?" She asked kindly. The man could feel her faint smile . He passed her the most charming face he could think of,

"No thank you. Just the drink." The man waited feel a smug smile grace his lips.

"Here you go sir." A new waitress had brought over a dark beer for him. Harry stared at it.

"I never ordered another beer." He said. The muggle gave him a secretive smile,

"I know, I'm just doing what that handsome young man asked me to do." She thumbed behind him and Harry turned. The taste of the beer turned to ash on his mouth seeing the shoulder length blond hair, the pale skin, the sharp features.

"Malfoy?" He whispered. Not believing how the fuck could the damn Slytherin find him here of all places! The waitress had left and Harry slowly got up, watching every movement the Slytherin made. He was still as stone as Harry stumped his way across the bar, and didn't flinch as he slammed his drink on the table.

"What the hell are you doing here!" Harry snarled. Draco Malfoy looked past his shoulder giving him a smirk,

"Long time no see Mr. Potter."

Harry growled,

"Long time no see—fuck that. What are you doing here Death eater. I should turn you in right now."

Malfoy took a drink from his own liquor preference,

"I should ask the same to you, Hero."

"Don't you start that." Harry hissed.

"Fine then, if you do insist on being so rude, I will just have to tell you." Malfoy said with a dramatic sigh. Harry rolled his eyes.

"As you know, Voldermort is dead, by your hands. But for the past three years I've been in hiding. And I must say being in hiding along with the great Harry Potter is almost, glamorous." Draco's smirk got wider.

"I'm not in hiding." Harry replied hotly. Malfoy called over the waitress and paid for his meal, drink and Harry's drink.

"Whatever you say Mr. Potter, so are you going to turn me in or not?" Malfoy got up make a small movement with wand hand and the chair moved away from him. He was using at least three or four spells for this simple act, most were canceling spells.

"You are a lazy bastard," Harry snapped. Draco's eyes met his finally, they were crystal clear blue.

"Oh really Mr. Potter, I didn't know being blind was a laziness feature, Forgive me if I do not want to trip and fall." Then he walked slowly from the his spot, making the same small gesture every so often so he could not run into anything. Harry stared after him. Blind? Draco Malfoy was blind? Oh how could he have been so stupid! A guilty squirm went through his gut. The git. The nerve of him. But he was blind! Living with such a disability. Harry sighed. Damn it. He'd better catch up with the prat and at least apologize. Paying, Harry hurried outside, the ex-Slytherin was nowhere in sight. Harry sighed. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.

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TBC

AN: Is it stupid? Want to give me some suggestions?