Unexpected Visitor

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter or any of JK's writings. Any references to other materials are unintentional unless otherwise stated. Any insult or inference is also unintentional.

Summary: Harry awakes one morning to find an unexpected guest at his front door. Post Canon. Harry has defeated Voldemort, the war is over. He has graduated from Hogwarts and is living in muggle London.

At the sound of the doorbell, Harry James Potter began trying to drag himself out of bed. Harry was a barman/slave in a slightly dubious 'mens' club in Soho called Glitterati, dubbed by the staff and its not too salubrious regulars Shitterati, because it was. But it paid the bills and gave Harry time to do some private tutoring to crappy Hogwarts students during the day. However, this particular morning, for it was morning, eight o'clock in the morning to be precise, Harry had only been asleep for two hours. The person at the door was very persistent.

"Alright, alright I'm bloody coming" groaned Harry as he pulled is towel robe over his naked body and made his way towards the front door of his flat. "Jeez, you'd think it was the heir of bloody Slytherin for the fuss you're bloody making" The doorbell continued to chime loudly. "For God's sake, SHUT UP!" yelled Harry towards the door, finally reaching it and flinging it open.

"Bloody Hell." Whispered the boy-who-lived. Standing on the doorstep was Draco Malfoy.

flashback

"Don't worry Harry. I wont ever come looking for you. You and I are finished. One night is enough for a lifetime, don't you think?"

Malfoy was leaving his bed. Getting up, removing the charms around the four-poster, slipping on his invisibility cloak. His heart was breaking as he looked at the Gryffindor lying next to him.

"It would never work Harry. You and me. We are made to be enemies. Lets not try and change fate, huh?"

He left, his heart broken and Harry's in tatters.

End flashback

"Draco. What the hell happened to you?"

Malfoy looked like he had had seven bells of shit kicked out of him.

"I got seven bells of shit kicked out of me, Harry. What does it look like?"

"Who was it?" Harry wasn't entirely sure why he was asking. It had to be someone from their world, or Malfoy would never have come to him for help.

"Bloody Wealsey twins. It seems they think that I was on the Dark Lords side when you defeated him, and decided to take the piss by getting a little bit of five-year-old revenge."

"Oh shit. Never mind them, are you alright?" The protective side of Harry which had always kicked in around Draco hadn't ever faded with the years; he still didn't want to see the blonde hurting in any way.

"Nice to see you haven't changed Potter. Still out to protect Draco, aren't you?" snapped the blonde.

"If you don't want help why are you on my doorstep?" countered Harry.

"Maybe I just got horny, maybe I just fancied a little bit of the past."

"Like you'd ever do that. Why are you here? Fuck it, we'll discuss this when I've fixed you up. Whiskey?" Harry moved fast, fetching wipes and plasters at the same time as a large whiskey for Draco and a very strong coffee for himself, to try and avoid wanting to go straight back to bed.

Draco sank down onto the sofa with a sigh of relief as Harry passed him the drink. He downed half of it without even looking at it.

"Jesus that's strong Harry."

As Harry patched up Draco's wounds they sat in silence, both trying to figure out quite what was going on. He finished, and sat back on the sofa next to his old enemy, cradling the big mug of strong black coffee.

"Draco, how did you find me? I'm hidden. Barely anyone in our world knows where I am, no one knows what I'm doing. Why you?"

"They may look for you using wizarding tactics, Harry, but none of them ever tried a phone book."

A/N: hope you enjoyed that. This may seem familiar, I have posted it before, but my account was closed. Previously Parseltonguediarist if that rings a bell? Please RR because I lost all my reviews and I'm so so so sad

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