Pairing: Harry x Draco

Warnings: this fanfiction contains boy x boy action and lemon scenes (you know - all the good things)

Disclaimer: I don´t own Harry Potter nor any characters that play a part in it (even though I like to entertain the thought that I could have done it better - or at least with much more Drarry)

This fic is an expression of my deep love for Drarry and every great city on our crazy-but-still-loveable planet (If you want me to include one just ask)

"Each meeting occurs at the precise moment for which it was meant. Usually, when it will have the greatest impact on our lives."
― Nadia Scrieva

London, 14th of May

He hated London.

It was the constant noise, that ringed in your ears even if you had finally reached a somewhat silent place, the weather, which seemed able to always choose the exact form that one was not prepared for, the way you simultaneously vanished in the crowd but still felt watched by numerous unknown and unseen persons.

Some would now argue that this was just the opinion of a country boy who had never outgrown his childhood memories, but if they had that kind of subjective view they also had to life with his very own opinion that everybody who truly enjoyed life here could be nothing short of crazy.

Looking around he searched for a bench or some other place where he could rest for some moments, sort his thoughts, without standing in the way of too many tourist armed with reflex cameras. Finding nothing really to his liking he opted for the all time favourite of everybody trying to relax in the busy shopping promenade - sitting on the pavement before on of the numerous designer-stores.

Sliding down the glass plate, ignoring the pointed look one of the security men shot him, he let himself connect with the floor before the Prada-store. Feeling at least some of the anxiety that had come with his new surroundings vanish in his little cove he took the opportunity to just stare ahead for some minutes.

A buzzing noise jolted him out of his calm stupor, instantly catapulting him back into the overbearing street noises he had, more or less successfully, managed to block out till now. Cursing he fished the offending smartphone out of his pocket, unlocking it with more roughness than really needed, and, after a short debate with himself, opened the message.

Hi Harry,

I hope you arrived safely. The hotel is already booked and paid in advance. Marylebone, Weymouth street 21. Your name is William Smith. Contact us when you are in your room - all information will be send to you then.

Love Hermione

Chuckling lightly at his friend´s never ending friendly thoughtfulness even in business situations, Harry still couldn´t help but notice that Ron seemed to have given over his job to his girlfriend in an all-too obvious try of avoiding him for now. He had always know of his friend´s easy to irritate and resentful personality, but seeing that he let his personal feelings affect their job still brought fourth some disappointment. But maybe he just needed time, after all it had only been 7 weeks since it happened and instead of Harry, who had convenient reasons to leave, his best friend had to life with the effects of his choice.

Sighing the raven made his way over to the street to search for a taxi - after all he was here to do his job and not to dwell on personal problems.

-oOo-

The hotel was as ordinary as they come. Nice, clean, in a good location and, most important, unsuspicious - exactly what he needed.

Sitting on his freshly made bed he took forth his iPad to check if the information Hermione promised arrived already, and even though he was already tired and not only his limbs but also his brain protested, he still felt a slight thrill at the thought of what awaited him in this city.

Working for Interpol was, without a doubt, the best decision he had ever made. Not only did it provide him with the excitement that made him stand up every morning, but it also was satisfying beyond belief - being one of the good guys, saving the day and punishing the bad ones. He was the first to admit that his image of the world was quite black and white, but having the absolute conviction that the things he did were right was something he craved deeply.

After he had completed police academy he had not been entirely sure what he should do, obviously he had always wanted to help people - otherwise he would have chosen the wrong job - but just catching some puny thieves or rescue kittens was not exactly how he imagined his life. At that point of time he had the incredible luck to meet one Hermione Granger - newest addition to the forensic scientists of Interpol.

After some convincing and many, many, tests Harry had finally been accepted in the special unite GOUS - global operating unknown subjects. Most of the time the job was enjoyable enough, not only did he get to visit different cities around the globe but also managed to catch his bad guy´s more often than not, dangerous situations included. With that being said it was also clear that there existed the occasional exception - something he had to deal with this time too.

Dragon

The man was one of the, if not the, most dangerous criminals Harry ever had to deal with in his four years long career. Not the fact that he was extremely brutal or cruel made him so very interesting for Interpol - he could honestly say he had seen far worse - but that he numbered among the rare group of criminals that could not only be describe as clever but also unpredictable.

Around three years ago the police had first contacted GOUS with the request for help after encountering a man named Dragon. Not only had he managed to steal three valuable paintings - two van Gogh and one Rembrandt - but he did so after announcing it before hand. It was not only a great loss for the museum but also a hard blow for the police, being publicly ridiculed and all.

Since then an endless stream of stolen pieces and deceived people had followed and even more than one murder case, all beautifully signed with Dragon´s name - and all this time he and his colleges could do nothing but watch as he succeeded again and again and again.

Six months ago his enemy had ceased to make a move and became quite - so quite some even speculated if he had quit his job - and since then Harry had been on his toes, knowing something big would happen soon, sure that this time he would be prepared, that this time it would be him to leave as the winner.

And right he had been. Three days ago the British museum had received a letter informing them that the `bloody tear` , a red diamond necklace of invaluable worth and with a beautiful, even if somewhat cheesy, story from India would soon leave their holy halls. Not even two hours later preparations for Harry´s next job had been made.

Laying down the tablet the raven tried to calm his nerves, feeling the blood thrumming through his veins overly distinct. Dragon was his personal challenge, his grandest chase and just the thought of finally catching him elated him far too much, clouding his judgment with personal feelings.

Deciding he had to cool his head a little bit he made his way out of his room. A stroll through London seemed suddenly far more tempting.

-oOo-

Some hours later he found himself in a small bookshop somewhere between his hotel and the Hyde Park, calming down in the presence of old books and an even older owner.

Letting his fingers glide over the bindings he stopped and let them linger on one of his favourites, Angels & Demons by Dan Brown. He smiled to himself as he remembered how often he had read it already, the sites of the one he owned already quite damaged with dog ears, water spots and some notices written on the margin. Ginny had often asked him how he could read something like this when he already had a adventurous life outside of books. He had always just laughed and told her it was like reading his own diary.

"Is it good?" a smooth voice behind him ended his musings.

Turning his head he could truthfully say he was speechless as he detected the one that had approached him so casually. Next to him stood a man levelling around the same height as himself, his hand also grasping a book, but this was about the only thing they had in common.

A stylish, dark blue duffle coat was thrown over a slim but athletic form, revealing a casual white shirt under an expensive looking grey sweater that reached the top of black jeans tucked into shiny black boots. Vivid and long platinum blond hair was bound into a messy bun, some loose wisps grazing the pierced ears and smooth pale complexion that was brought alive by strong grey eyes, which seemed to brighten as they focused on him.

All in all this man was about the last person he would have expected to meet in an old, dusty bookstore, and also the last person to fit so perfectly in here.

"The book I mean, Angels & Demons, is it good?" the stranger clarified, assuming that Harry just had not understood his question.

"Eh...yes, sure it´s really great" the raven answered weakly, still somewhat caught by his surprise.

"Oh that´s cool. You know after reading like every book in the history and classic department I just need something new to spend my money on" he laughed lightly, a pleasant sound, adding a little bit quieter "I thought your advice would be more valuable than mister´s 1620s over there"

The raven couldn´t help himself but join in on the laugh "Yeah I know what you mean, after I was through with the fantasy shelf I always met people who either recommended Twilight or Shakespeare"

"Hey nothing against Shakespeare!" the blond retorted in a mocking voice "but it´s great to meet a fellow sufferer..." he hesitated for a moment, his face becoming concentrated before the bright smile appeared again "god I just thought I had forgotten your name. But you didn´t tell me, right? Please say yes cause otherwise I would die of embarrassment" as an afterthought he added "I´m Draco, Draco Malfoy, by the way"

Harry took the outstretched hand the other had offered him with his last sentence, marvelling over how different Draco´s slim, long fingered hand looked against his square and calloused one.

"William Smith" he answered without wavering, some things came just naturally with his job.

"Ah, and William how is it to share a name with a third of the world´s population?"

"Well we can´t all have a name like Draco Malfoy, and you shouldn´t anger me too much Mr. Malfoy, otherwise I could debate over letting you here with Mr. 1620s as only company" he retorted, fascinated to see how small dimples appeared in the pale face as his smile got sharper.

"Well then , how do a coffee and a walk through the Hyde Park in my precious company sound as an apology?"

"Perfect" it was an instant answer, even if he had to wonder if this was not a little bit strange of a conversation between two men.

-oOo-

The Hyde Park was coloured all in golden hues, with the light just barely filtering through the red and brown leaves to catch in the slight dust hovering above the ground after being whirled up by shoes marching over the ground. In comparison to the hectic city filled with crowds, this place, where just some other strollers and the occasional squirrel disturbed their peace, came very close to a little paradise in Harry's opinion.

They had bought a coffee on the way and the steaming cup warmed his hands in a pleasant way as they walked through the streets leading to their goal. Till now they had not done much more than some small talk about their favourite books, music and the likes - which was mostly carried by Draco alone much to the raven's amusement - with some pauses of pleasant silence in between.

"And William what brings you to London?" the blond asked while studying a pair of squirrels dancing over a fallen over tree in some distance with interest.

"Who says I'm not from here?" he retorted playfully offended.

Draco´s attention shifted now to him and for a second Harry felt nearly vulnerable under the unblinking silver eyes gazing at him. "You, you tell me that".

"What?"

"I don't know it's just the way you behave. How you seem too conscious of people surrounding you or how some noises still startle you...maybe you are used to it but surly not comfortable like someone who grew up here."

His throat was dry and he had to swallow before he was comfortable enough to speak out again – something about the way the blond had observed him so thoroughly made him nervous, especially the fact that he had not taken notice of it.

"You are quite observant, eh?" he had meant for it to sound slight and joking but the strain in his voice was something all too obvious.

The thoughtful look was easily discarded for the charming smile with the dimples and with this the raven's mood instantly lightened, all overly suspicious thoughts far from his mind again – he was really becoming paranoid from his job.

Draco let one of his hands glide through his hair, dishevelling it even more in the process. "Heh... it's something like a hobby – watching people I mean. It was always interesting to watch strangers and try to grasp just a bit of their personality by observing them quietly. But it is somewhat creepy isn't it?"

"No! No, I think it is actually endearing" god had he really just said that?

"Thank you, and did I guess correctly?" the other just continued without showing if Harry's words had irritated him, like they maybe ought to.

"As if you doubted that. Yes I am a country boy, the only reason I visit this horrendous city is because of my job"

"And what job would that be?" Harry could not make out if the other was curious or just wanted to change the topic, after all he had now completely turned his back to him so he had a better view of the park.

He gave a slight shrug before he remembered that the other couldn't see it. "Nothing special, business consulting for the most part. I am here to work with some company which asked for our help."

By now more and more light broke through the leaf canopy, as the sky began to clear and the clouds vanished, one stream landing on the blonds head, letting it flash like silver just for a second, but still long enough to entirely enthral the detective.

Caught up in his fascination it took some time till he noticed the laugh coming from Draco.

"What's wrong?" deep inside he was slightly afraid that the other was laughing about him as he had noticed his starring, or noticed how generally strange he behaved in his presence – something even he himself was aware of but could not make out the reason for.

Turning around Draco stepped out of the light - his fair hair and skin covered in shadow while his eyes lightened up like a cat's strolling through the dark – still lightly chuckling to himself "Nothing, I just thought that for someone with such an ordinary name and job you are quite an extraordinary fellow"

They were standing across from each other, still an appropriate gap between, looking imploringly into each other's eyes.

"It would be a shame if things like a job or a name defined us" he watched the silver eyes before him widen just for a second before a smile once again took over, even though it lacked some honesty this time.

"And what's your job?" He didn't know why but he felt he had said something wrong, unwittingly destroyed the relaxed mood they had shared till now.

"I'm a freelance journalist"

"Oh, here for the 'bloody tear' I suppose?" And just for a second, and completely unwillingly, the thought about Dragon raced through his mind, making his gut turn and his hands shake slightly with suppressed strain.

"…..William, William are you..." looking up from the sight of his shoes, at which he had starred unconsciously till now, the worried pale face of Draco right before him. Startled he took a step back - watching the expression of his counterpart morph from worry to confusion - trying to calm down again.

In the uncomfortable atmosphere which had now arisen, the clear sound of violins broke the mutual silence. Turning around to search for the source of the music as the strings played louder and faster, soon accompanied by other instruments, he saw how Draco fumbled for something in his bag. Finding the phone he had searched for, the music was shut down with an easy motion.

"Hello?" looking at Harry he made an apologetic face, turning and mumbling something in his phone.

Some minutes later, time Harry had passed with watching the people walking by and trying not to look over at Draco, the blond came back with a rueful expression.

"It seems I have to go" that was it, no explanation, no apology.

Just about to say goodbye and letting this afternoon become a nice memory, but nothing more, his arm was ungently grabbed by a slim but surprisingly strong hand, which drew him close to his newfound companion. A sly grin etched on his face, the other arm snaked around his body until it came to a sudden stop on the small of his back, resting there feather-light and nearly not noticeable over his coat.

"Draco..." even while staring down at the blonde's face his mind was only on the appendage on him, making his head buzz and cold shivers run up his back even with the sweat starting to run. In a slow crawling move, so light it felt as if just the tips of his fingers moved step after step, it made it's path downwards.

"Pscht..." the moment felt endless now even though just seconds had passed and as Draco moved closer, the raven knew not how he would react – if he even could react or just remain in that awkward position – should the other...

As if the slow motion was suddenly turned of, letting the friends out of it's grasp, a jerky move let the hand glide down to his bottom pressing down before leaving as fast as it had come, followed by the simultaneous withdrawal of the lithe body before him.

Baffled Harry gaped at the joyful face starring back, a black phone dangling just in between them .

"Did you really think I would let you go just like that?" the raven was not sure why but he nearly loathed how calm the other sounded, while he himself could still feel his heartbeat overly distinct.

Ignorant to his companion's thoughts Draco just tipped merrily away on the stolen phone, a longer strand of his hair escaping the bun, touching the display for second before it was wiped away.

"Here" in his hand the phone was still laying untouched as Harry just starred on. Sighing in an overly dramatic fashion, the blond took it upon himself to grasp the other's hand and place it on the smartphone, fingers lingering just for a second.

"Now you have my number. If you want to call, or I and...and maybe we could do something together before we have to leave" for the first time since they met, the blond looked at least slightly affected, looking away as if in slight embarrassment.

Finally able to overcome his shock and chaotic thoughts, Harry shook his head in agreement, a shaky smile on his lips. "Yes, that would be nice"

"Well the till later Will" the bright smile was the last thing he saw before Draco turned away, his steps long and nearly catlike in their elegance. He had not even waited for a reply.

Will. For the first time Harry felt a stab of guilt at hearing the nickname. He was not William Smith and in not even two days he would have to vanish, leaving Draco behind.

Don't let yourself be deceived by this calm chapter, it is the lull before the storm! Or maybe not who knows.

I don't know why but I am slightly afraid...it's hard to describe but this is the kind of story on which I placed much hope but which also will do much shit to me I think...or maybe I am just overthinking things.

Well whatever I hope you liked it, especially because London is one of my absolutely favourite cities 3