Thank you so much for the comments from Squeeqee, and hippolina97. The encouragement was lovely! nn And I tried to slow down on the second chapter. Also, I actually started writing this a couple of months back, so a lot of this isn't really canon to Deathly Hallows.
Disclaimer: It's really not my fault that Rowling didn't write them as a couple in the first place.
Chapter 2: A Reunion of Lovers.
Draco Malfoy sat quietly at the bar of The Leaky Cauldron; his hand was wrapped tight around his scotch glass. The skin around his fingernails was turning white as he squeezed the glass a little tighter, he could hear the stress he was putting on the glass, and decided after another sip of his drink to set it on the table top and not touch it for a bit, just to be safe.
Nine years…. He thought to himself.
It felt like it had gone by so quickly. After Hogwarts, Draco had gone onto work for the Ministry, of course, taking a job at the Department for Unlawfully Missuse of Magical Acts and Artifacts, much to the unwitting pride of his father. "Ah. With your intelligence and pure blood, you'll certainly go far!" His father had said with a rare grin on his face as he placed his large hand on Draco's then thin shoulder. It was one of the few times he had seen his father actually smile after his short sentencing to Azkaban, and it had made his heart swell with grim pride.
The Malfoy's had had a huge social gathering of everyone that Draco's father and mother had found to be the most important in attendence for the celebration of his new career. There had been much drinking of champagne and laughing together, Draco had lost count of hand shakes and smiling claps on the back rather early in the evening, and danced with all the daughters of his father's friends. He flirted charmingly with the young ladies and their mother the whole evening; giving the daughters false hope of becoming his bride and mother of the next Malfoy heir. Later that evening he had sat with the men, and they had joked and talked of the ministry over brandy and Draco felt like he was finally an adult.
It wasn't until nearly dawn that all the guests had finally left, and Draco was allowed to go to his quarters and sleep. Half drunk and exhausted Draco had fallen limply into bed, and rather than just falling asleep like he had planned, he found a loud thick sob escaping from his suddenly aching throat.
Draco took another long and hearty drink of his scotch, finishing it and put the glass back down with a louder bang than necessary.
"Will there be anything else, Mr. Malfoy?" Tom asked him, appearing quite suddenly and mysteriously.
Draco had no idea how Tom was still alive, he must have been about 100 years old, by now, He really shouldn't be working. he thought as he shook his head lightly, dismissing the offer.
"No, that was fine." he said. "Thank you." He added.
Just then the clock struck, and he looked up to see it was 1 pm.
It figures…. Of course Potty is too good to actually be on time for anything. Draco thought grudgingly.
It was not long after that that Draco called Old Tom back asking to go ahead pour him another drink.
He was about half way through his third drink when the door to The Leaky Cauldron opened, a tiny tinny bell signifying the entrance if someone. Draco, with practiced nonchalance, turned to see Harry Potter. He felt a smirk pulling at his lips at the goofy teenager turned adult. Harry still had his silly round glasses, and his messy black hair. It was shorter though, and more practical. He was dressed comfortably in a muggle button up shirt and jeans. He stood in the doorway for a moment, letting his green eyes adjusting to the darkness of the pub. Draco stood up, an air of confidence and smug recognition was radiating off him.
"Potter." He called. And Harry lifted his head at the sound of his surname, quickly finding Draco's fair face and hair in the contrasting darkness. Draco had put his glass down and was walking toward Harry, nervousness at the situation causing a light sweat to form on his back, but nothing else about his appearance let his feelings show.
Harry turned from him, his head stuck back out the door he seemed to be gesturing to and reassuring someone outside. Confused, Draco watched curiously.
As Harry turned back, he now held the door open a bit more, and behind him walked in Ginny Weasley. All grown up and heavy with child, her fiery red hair pulled into a ponytail.
Awww…. Isn't that cute, Potter's going to be a Daddy!
Following Ginny came three more Potter's all with flaming red hair and bright green eyes. They bound into the Leaky Cauldron squealing and right away started running and toddling around the small bar area. Draco stood in quiet shock, although he kept his features schooled in the expression of mild surprise and pleasant greeting. He hadn't expected Potter to already have a brood of his own, while Draco was still unmarried and working hard on a successful career.
But then, he did marry a Weasely…….. he thought.
"Malfoy." Harry greeted with a small smile and a firm handshake, as Ginny fetched their children. It was about then that Malfoy wondered just how this had happened.
"Are you afraid?"
"No!..."
"Really? Because you look like you're afraid."
"You wish."
"Maybe I do."
"Huh?"
"Shut up, Potter." Malfoy said as he pressed his lips hard and hot to Harry's.
"What if we get caught?" Harry asked quickly, pulling away from the other boy.
Rolling his eyes, Draco looked at Harry. "I'm sure by now you've figured out that you're Dumbledore's favourite. And that even if we DO get caught, which we won't, it's not as though we'll be getting kicked out or anything."
Harry gave him a VERY sceptical look. "And besides, it's not like we're doing anything bad, we're just snogging in an empty classroom." Draco added, moving his mouth closer to Harry's.
"AFTER curfew." Harry added turning his head, avoiding Malfoy's mouth.
"Details, details…." Draco had said dismissingly, waving his hand to match the tone in his voice. "And it's not like you've never broken a rule before." He continued accusingly.
"Well-... But…… That's different!" Harry tried to argue.
How frustrating! Draco thought as he rolled his own eyes, and crossed his arms.
"What about Filch, and Miss Norris!?" Harry added, his temper and unease rising.
"Don't get hysterical." Draco sneered. "Honestly…."
"HONESTLY, I'm not getting hysterical." Harry said as his voice began to rise, matching his rising unease.
Draco could feel the tension, and fed off of it.
"Well then, why don't you PROVE it." he said smirking.
"Yes, well….." Harry said, dropping his still tensed shoulders and uncrossing his arms.
"See? I'm not hysterical at all." He continued, in voice of forced calm. "In fact, I'm the farthest thing from tense in the world!" Harry chuckled in a rather unconvincing way.
"You," Draco began "are the WORST liar I have ever seen!" he snickered as he moved closer.
"I hate you." Harry said as Draco pressed another tight lipped kiss on the mouth of The Boy Who Lived.
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Omigawsh! Dialogue? Nu wai! What did you think of it? x3;;;