Draco and Harry's encounter
Draco sighed impatiently, as he skimmed the Daily Profit headlines, waiting for the hairdresser to give him a "Scruffy Hair" potion to make his hair well… scruffy. Ever since the Battle of Hogwarts, when his family had been put to shame Draco was trying to change his image, for he was so ashamed of the dirty looks he got in the street. After the painful spell he experienced to get his Dark Mark removed he also wanted to distance himself from his father's looks by making his hair a gorgeous rich black and lovingly messy and soft.. just like a man he knew., a man he loved.
The door swung open as the man who he had just been fantasising of entered. There eyes met. Sparks flew. For the first in months Harry felt longing, lust and love. He smiled at the boy, no the dashing man he had grown up with. And took the seat next to him and smiled at the look of surprise showing in Draco's face.
"Hiya"
"Hello Harry"
"The weather has been bloody awful lately hasn't it"
" Yeah I know what about the storm eh? and the Whimborne Wasps lost against the Chudley Cannons last Thursday"
"What do you need? Here? At this hairdressers? Your hair is beaut- O.K –your hairs O.K"
"I cant believe I'm telling you this Draco but every time I see my hair, I think of my dad, I know its stupid, that I didn't even know him its just that the thought of what could have been between my and my parents still haunts me to this day."
"oh Harry" Draco breathed as he gave him an awkward pat on the shoulder, he took this as an opportunity to breath the strong masculine aroma of Harry James Potter. It was like a drug to him, all of a sudden thousands of emotions welled up inside of him dying to break free.
" To be honest Draco, I've always wanted your hair, to caress and run my fingers through it in the morning. Its so sleek and shiny and-"
Harry quickly looked away, blushing. Draco suddenly had visions of the two of them lying in bed in the morning, as Harry would run his fingers through his hair. At that moment in time Draco didn't want to change his own hair.
The hairdresser came up to Harry, gently telling him,
"I'm sorry Mr Potter, but for the hundredth time, we cannot make your hair sleek and shiny - messy hair is in your genes. The same goes for you Mr Malfoy, about making your hair scruffy."
Harry smiled weakly and hurried out of the premises. Draco saw him about to disapparate through the glass door.
'Wait Harry!" Draco yelled as he ran after Harry. He was too late. Suddenly an idea igniting in Draco's head – he knew where to go. He spinned around into the darkness.
Harry knelt at his parents grave at Godricks hollow, tears streaming down his face.
"Harry?" a soft voice spoke from behind Harry but he did not turn around.
"This is where they are buried, Draco. They were soul mates. One day I wish to buried here with my soul mate"
Draco shivered not from the cold but the intent look harry gave him. Harry mistaking his shiver for the cold, stood up and put his arms around Draco, to warm him up. The sparks flew again. Draco turned around to face him and Harry's hands moved slowly down Draco's back. Draco inched closer, they were centimetres apart now. No-one would know, no-one would ever find out. Draco kissed Harry like he had never kissed a woman before. This was different… it felt right. Harry looked at Draco and felt all their unresolved differences melt away into nothingness.
19 years later
Harry stood on platform 9 ¾ and looked around for his children. He was happy now, with Ginny. Draco caught Harry's eye. He nodded.