Author's Note :

Okay, Yes, I know that I shouldn't be posting any new stories yet, but, this one isn't new to me, and I haven't wrote any of it in months. All that I will be doing is typing it until I get to where I'll have to write more if it's liked at all. I could end it at any time after that point and not be wasting my time that I should be spending on my other stories. So, tell me if you like it. The next chapter is much longer, as well. :)

~Sweet-Hearted SilverEars~

Chapter 1 Unexpected Meeting

"You have got to be kidding me!" Draco Malfoy said incredulously, his gray eyes narrowed with displeasure on the man opposite him.

"Potter? You're the Pilot that I'm supposed to meet?"

The former Gryffindor actually had the audacity to laugh at him, throwing his head back to shake his long bangs out of his eyes, briefly revealing the lightning-shaped scar that he was so famous for before it was obscured again quickly, his bright red lips curved into a wide smile.

"No, I'm not the Pilot. That's Jason Nott, Theodore's older brother. Technically, he's my employee, though I don't look at it that way. We've been working together for a few years now to get the word out there about airplanes to the Magical Community, just incase they want to use them. Currently I'm the only one with a plane, though. Which is why you were sent to me. He's getting the plane ready, so I came to fetch you."

"Oh, thank Salazar," Draco said with obvious relief.

"I just own the plane, that's all."

"What?"

"I own the plane," Harry repeated, adding.

"And I'm the Co-Pilot. That means that I help Jason with whatever he needs. I also make sure that the passengers have everything that they need…"

He placed particular emphasis on the word everything, fluttering his long, dark lashes in an almost playful manner as he smiled at Draco.

"Are you flirting with me, Potter?" he asked, shock plain on his face.

"Me? Flirt? With you?" Harry teased, his emerald-green eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Well, I suppose I am, but you should know that I only flirt with those few men who I think might make me a good Life-Partner. In truth, I have never flirted with anyone before. I have yet to truly know anyone who meets my somewhat-detailed standards."

"You mean that you're not trying to screw with my head? You're actually gay?"

"Yes, Malfoy, I am gay."

"I bet that the Wizarding Public would be shocked to find out that their Golden Boy likes to suck cock," Malfoy stated crudely.

Harry shrugged, his expression strangely calm as he looked back at him.

"I believe that I already implied that I have yet to find a suitable-partner, but I will admit to being curious as to what it would be like to suck off another man. Besides, the only people who matter to me already know where my feelings reside," he explained, holding out his hand to the frozen former Slytherin.

"Shall we?"

"Shall we what?" he asked suspiciously, ignoring the outstretched hand.

"Go to the plane, of course. I'll apparate us, if you trust me that much."

"And if I don't trust you that much?"

"Then I suppose that I can drive you there in my car, but even so, you'd still have to trust me somewhat. Perhaps more so then apparation, because it will take longer to get there by car. It's up to you. If neither of those choices please you, then we could walk, but somehow I can't picture a Malfoy walking anywhere."

"As much as I hesitate to agree with you, Potter, I believe that I shall take the apparation."

"Very well then. Take my hand."

It was obvious that Malfoy was reluctant to touch him, but he didn't hesitate, taking the other man's hand firmly so as not to show weakness.

His hand was surprisingly soft, Malfoy thought absently, the nails somewhat longer then was normal for most males, and clean, as though Potter actually cared about his appearance, unlike when they were in school.

He looked closer at the former Gryffindor in reaction to his own thoughts.

His bangs weren't the only thing that was longer.

His hair, which seemed almost unnaturally-dark, was pulled back in a tight pony tail much like Draco's father wore his own, except that the slightly-curled ends just reached his waist.

He wore tight, black jeans with a silver-belt, silver converse sneakers, and a gold shirt that was, astonishingly, tucked neatly into the waistband of his pants.

Around his neck was a thick, old-fashioned silver-chain, though he couldn't see the pendant that it must hold, since it was concealed beneath his shirt.

In that instant, they vanished into thin-air.