Title: Chance Meetings

Pairing: Theodore Nott/Harry Potter

Rating: M

Summary: All it took was one meeting- one that would change the way they viewed things forever. Watch out world, Harry and Theodore are in love, and they won't allow others to dictate what they're going to do with their lives.

AN: They are ten in this chapter and thirteen in the next.

~Chapter 1: First Meeting~

The wind hit his face harshly, punishing him for trying to run. It burned and his eyes began to water, but Harry didn't stop. He kept going, kept fighting the exhaustion that threatened to overwhelm him and ran.

He made it far. Already, he couldn't see the faces of his attackers anymore and he allowed himself to feel euphoria and triumph for a moment before he hid it away carefully, knowing that should he get caught up in the feeling, he would let his guard down.

He continued to run, heaving as his body struggled to breathe in air until he reached an alley. It was darkened by the darkness that littered the sky yet illuminated by the stars that twinkled just barely overhead.

Finally slowing down and coming to a stop, he allowed his legs to give out; making him plummet violently to the ground.

Minutes passed in silence until the sound of feet hitting the pavement began to ring throughout the air and voices, childlike yet very much threatening, spoke.

"Where did he go?" One voice asked.

"I don't know," another responded, this one a little more deep than the other. "Maybe the freak went that way?"

As that was the only thing they could do, they ran back into the night, breathing harshly as their feet connected almost brutally with the floor.

Minutes went by before Harry allowed himself to breathe, welcoming the cool nighttime air as it went into his lungs.

Picking himself up and dusting off his clothes, he turned, about to make a run for it while his pursuers were busy, only to stop upon seeing glowing blue eyes staring back at him.

The owner of those eyes raised a hand, silencing him, and reached out, pulling Harry forward.

"Come with me," he mouthed, and Harry found himself powerless as he allowed himself to be pulled into a sprint.

They ran a great distance before finally the boy in front of him stopped, raising a hand once more to his lips to signal silence. The sound of his pursuers voice rang suddenly loud and clear from behind them and Harry would have yelped if it weren't for the pale hand that immediately curled around his mouth tightly.

The boy in front of him had turned to face him, electric blue eyes daring him to make a sound.

Harry didn't. He was too enraptured by those eyes. They weren't innocent- far from it in fact, but they didn't hint at malice either. He felt he could trust the boy, for now at least.

The two voices returned, coming towards them, and Harry felt panic rise within him as he made to pull away, just knowing that he had to run lest he get caught.

The hand around his lips didn't let him though. It's hold grew tighter and the other's face was coming towards his.

Harry was about to scream at this point. He didn't care if his pursuers heard him, he just wanted out.

Lips, soft and warm, connected with his own at the same time as an icy hand wrapped around his arm harshly.

"You there!" One of the voices barked, hand tightening around him almost painfully. "Did you see a boy around your height running around? He has a lightening bolt on his forehead, if that helps."

The boy kissing him pulled away, his other hand coming up to press Harry's face within his chest protectively and snarled out, "Can't you see we're busy?"

The hand wrapped around his arm immediately pulled back, an apologetic aura surrounding it as the owner frowned.

"I'm sorry," came the same voice. "We were just looking for… uh, our younger cousin who somehow got lost. You know how little kids are, right?" he laughed.

The person whose embrace Harry was wrapped in didn't laugh though. He simply frowned, blue eyes lighting up with rage as he glared at the other.

"Leave," he commanded and they didn't need to be told twice. Almost immediately, the sound of feet connecting with the pavement rang out once more and they were left by themselves.

A moment went by before Harry looked up, green connecting with blue in wonder.

"Why'd you help me?" he asked, voice soft. The other boy simply smiled mysteriously, leaning down and placing one more kiss upon his lips before turning around and walking away.

"Till we meet again, beautiful," he whispered, seemingly disappearing into the night.

Left behind, Harry raised his hand, lightly fingering his lips where the warmth of the man lingered.

AN: This is primarily being written for Flying Lessons over on the Hogwarts forum, but I've decided that I want all of the chapters to relate. In other words, this is technically a new story that will be updated every week. :) There's an estimate of 12 or so chapters but I may exceed that chapter limit. I hope you all enjoy it!

Prompt for chapter 1: (action) Kiss.