Ever The Odd Meeting

Randie Jo

Crossover: Harry Potter & Twilight

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Twilight, but I wouldn't mind owning Draco, Harry, or Jasper. Sadly, that won't ever happen so...one can only wish.

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(A/N: This story was originally meant as a one-shot, but a bunch of people told me I should make it into a full out story. I have decided to add more to it so here's chapter 2. I hope this chapter turns out to be as good as you thought the first chapter was. I worked a long time on the first chapter. I won't take as long on this one because I have a motivation to get it out to the viewing public. The more reviews I get, the quicker you get the next chapter. If you review, I'll give a cookie with M & M's in it. Mmmmm, those are my favorite. Kindly REVIEW! And by all means enjoy ! :)

Chapter 2: Decisions

Hermione opened her door to see an emotionally distraught Harry on her steps, tears streaming from his eyes. "Harry, what's wrong? What's happened?" She asked frantically. Ron came out of their youngest son's bedroom. "Bloody hell, Harry." Hermione shushed him and sat Harry on the couch wrapping her arms around him in a comforting hug. He held to her tightly and sobbed until his eyes ran dry and he could speak.

"I caught Draco in bed with another man," He hiccupped out. Hermione's eyes widened, "Oh, you poor thing. How could he?" Harry shrugged and looked at his hands in his lap. Ron stood up looking murderous. "Do you want me to go kick his arse for you?" Harry shook his head, "Of course not, Ron. I just want to put this all behind me. I have made up my mind. I am leaving England for America. I refuse to stay in the same country as him."

Hermione gaped at him. "Harry, you can't just up and move. What about your job at the Ministry and your friends?" Harry shook his head. "I don't care about that job. I only work there because the Minister offered me the position. Besides, you guys can come visit me. It's not as if I won't allow visitors or anything. I'll come visit you, too. I wouldn't desert my friends," Harry assured her quickly.

Ron had taken a seat on the other side of Harry. "You bet we'll be visiting. Have you thought of where you are going to live in America?" Harry gave a negative. "I was gonna figure it out as I went. I hadn't really put much thought into it. I just want to get out of England and as far away from Draco Malfoy as possible."

Hermione stood and went over to her computer, one of the many muggle things she kept in their house, and pulled up a web search browser. She then called Harry over, conjuring a chair for him to sit beside her. "Do you have a general idea of where you want to live?" Harry nodded and, taking the keyboard, he typed in the word 'Washington' and hit search. It came up with a bunch of results, but Hermione quickly found a map and brought it up.

"Pick a town, and then will search for houses in that area, okay?" Hermione questioned. Harry gave a slight nod; not really paying attention because he had already began looking at the cities on the map. Ron walked over and looked over their shoulders. "That's an odd name for a town," Ron chuckled spotting the word Forks on the map. "Maybe you should live there, Harry. You always were a bit odd yourself."

Harry rolled his eyes and smacked Ron on the arm. "You know, Ron?" Harry said after a moment. "Maybe you're right. Dra-Malfoy would never look for me there." Harry looked back at the screen, finding that Hermione already had a search up for houses in Forks, Washington. She clicked on a link that took her to a picture of a medium sized, three bedrooms, and two baths. It was two stories, a faded white color, and in perfect condition.

"Harry, how about this one? It's within your price range." Hermione turned to see Harry staring avidly at the screen. "I think that's a yes, honey," Ron chuckled three minutes later as Harry had still not answered. Hermione waved a hand before his eyes and Harry blinked and nodded slowly, "Yes! That's perfect."

"Okay, Harry. We'll help you pack tomorrow. Is you stuff still at Malfoy's apartment?" Hermione asked gently. Harry nodded, biting his lip. Hermione nodded, she shut down the computer and arranged her schedule for tomorrow in her head. "Oi, Harry do you want to play a game of Wizard Chess before off to bed?"

Harry gave Ron an incredulous look, "Really, Ron? Do you think I want to get my butt kicked tonight? I tell you what, after I have my stuff packed tomorrow, I'll play you." Ron nodded somewhat sullenly, but sat down on the couch beside his wife. Harry stood and made his way to the guest bedroom he always used when he stayed over. "Goodnight, Harry!" Ron and Hermione called at the same time. He smiled to himself and replied, "'Night, guys."

xXx

The next day, Harry was up bright and early. Hermione was in the kitchen making pancakes for her four children. Three boys and one girl. Rose, the baby girl, was sitting in a highchair playing with her spoon. While her three brothers, Damien, Hugo, and Geoffrey, were talking animatedly about a Quidditch game their father was taking them to see later that day. Damien looked up and caught sight of Harry.

"Uncle, Harry!" He jumped from his chair and ran to him. Harry stooped to wrap him in a hug and was attacked by the two other boys as well. "Hey guys. Who are you going to see today?" Harry asked after letting the three of them go from the bear hug he had just given them. "The Chudley Canons (Sp?). Dad says they are the best." Hugo answered excitedly. Harry shook his head at them. They were just as crazy about that team as Ron.

Harry took his seat at the table right as Ron walked through the door. "Good morning, kiddos! What's for breakfast, hon? Hey Harry, you feel better today?" The children looked up and chorused a greeting of, "Morning, Dad!" back at him. Hermione didn't answer his question; however, she did set a plate full of pancakes in front of him.

Harry just shrugged. He didn't feel much different from when he showed up last night. He couldn't wait to have his stuff out of that apartment, though he was dreading going to get it. Draco would be there of course. It was a weekend and he was off. How was Harry going to face him after what he saw last night? He didn't know, but he knew he was going to have to suck it up and get it over and done.

After breakfast was over, Harry and Hermione, along with Rose, set out for Draco's apartment. Once there Harry gave three short raps on the door and waited for Draco to answer. The door sung open only a few seconds later revealing Draco looking like he'd been up all night or crying recently, or maybe both. When he saw who it was at his door, his eyes widened slightly. "I'm here for my things, Malfoy. If you could please let me in so I can get them together."

A flicker of confusion crossed the blonde's face, but he stepped out of the way just the same. "Harry, I'm so sorry. I do love you. The guy was a vampire and he used his charm to seduce me into bed." Harry ignored him and walked into the bedroom they shared. He went to the closet and took out his clothes taking them off the hangers before going to the dresser and opening the drawers containing his things.

After he had everything folded neatly on the bed, he bent down and pulled his suitcase from under it, setting it on the bed and filling it up. He came back into the living room, stepped to the bookcases, and took all the objects that belonged to him from the shelf storing them in his suitcase as well. (It was charmed to fit everything into it.) "Harry, please listen to me. Let me explain at least."

Harry glared at him over his shoulder. "What's there to explain? It seems pretty clear to me! You were balls deep in some other man's ass!" Draco winced at his tone, closed his eyes and, pinching the bridge of his nose, sat on the couch. "Harry, I told you. He was a vampire and he used all of his charm to get me into bed. I tried to stop him, but he just kept on. I am sorry. More sorry than even words can express. Please don't leave me."

Harry scoffed at him and picked up his suitcase that he had just finished zipping. "I'm sorry, Malfoy, but I can't stay with a lying cheater," Harry replied icily as he stepped out the door leaving Draco sitting on the couch staring at his retreating figure. Stupid, stupid, stupid! You just let the best thing that ever happen to you walk out of you life. Nice going, Draco. He thought to himself as he sat alone in his apartment in the same place he had been sitting on night, staring at the same stretch of wall.

xXx

"Harry, are you sure you want to do this? You can't wait awhile? I mean you just got everything ready yesterday." Harry nodded, he was absolutely sure. He was ready to start his new life in the little town of Forks. "Hermione, I have to go today or the plane tickets will expire." Hermione sighed in defeat and nodded.

"Okay, mate! I hope you have a safe trip. You know, if you've changed you mind about roughing up Malfoy a bit, I would still do it gladly. The bloody tosser deserves it." Ron told him as Hermione drove them to the airport. Harry laughed and shook his head. "Thanks, but no thanks. I think I'll leave him to wallow in his guilt. That seems like a far greater punishment." Hermione nodded at him, obviously liking his mature attitude about it.

Just then, Rose said her first word, "TOSSER!" She shouted happily. Hermione gave her husband a disapproving glance. She petted Rose gently on the head and turned her attention back to getting to the airport in such busy traffic. Ron spent the rest of the trip there trying to teach Rose the word 'wanker' as well. She hadn't quite managed the -er and while she was being toted through the airport by Hermione she hollered, "Wank!" at a blond male in perfectly tailored robes.

"Rose, that's not nice," Hermione admonished her gently. Ron rolled his eyes, took her from Hermione, and placed her on his shoulders. Harry smiled at the happy family beside him as he walked to the gate he was to use to board his plane. "Well, bye guys. I will miss you. Especially you Rosie." Harry pulled her from Ron and hugged her tightly. He handed her back to his dad and hugged all three of the boys before boarding the plane and settling into his assigned seat.

xXx

"Mr. Withers, I assume?" Harry asked as he stepped into the real estate office the next day. He had landed the night before and rented a hotel until he had access to a house. The man behind the desk nodded and held up a finger, singling for him to hold on a moment.

"Yes, Mr. Danielson, I can come by and look at the house this afternoon." There was a pause then, "How much disrepair? Oh, well I'm sure we can fix it." Another pause, shorter this time. "No, thank you, Mr. Danielson. Goodbye." Mr. Withers put the phone back into its cradle before fixing hare with piercing blue eyes. "How may I be of service to you to, Mr...?"

"Potter," Harry finished. "I am in need of a house and I have my eyes set on this one." Harry laid a picture of the house he found on the internet down on the desk. Mr. Withers nodded, and then stood, going to his filing cabinet; he pulled out the papers on the house. He handed them to Harry as he seated himself behind the desk again.

Harry went through them and found it really was in his price range. "Yes. I think this will do, Mr. Withers. Would you like the money up front?" Mr. Withers' eyes went wide as he nodded slightly. He'd never had a buyer be so bold. He watched as Harry dug his money out of his pocket and counted out the right amount. Mr. Withers took the money before replying, "Mr. Potter, if you will sign on this line, initial this one, the house will be yours.

Harry did as instructed, shook the man's hand, and then stood to leave. Once outside he found that his taxi had waited for him like he asked. "Where to now, Mr.?" called the cabby, as Harry settled into the back seat. Harry gave the address of his new home and sat back for the ride." Here you are. That'll be $20.75." Harry exited the vehicle after handing over the right amount.

He stepped around to the trunk to get his suitcases. He walked up to the door of his new house and dug in his pocket for the keys he had received earlier. After unlocking the front door, he pushed it open and stepped inside surveying his new home. "Achoo!" Harry looked around and saw the room was tremendously dusty. This place is going to need a hell of a lot of cleaning. Well I had better get to it. Harry took out his wand and began casting the appropriate spells.

(A/N: Well there is chapter 2 that most everyone wanted written. I hope it's good, but even if it's not review anyways. I would really like to know you opinion. This week is really stressing for me so if there's anything that should be fixed or anyone has any suggestions be sure to tell me. I will be starting school on Monday and will not have as much time to update as I did before. Right now, I have to finish chapter thirteen of Emerald Moonlight, then I must get to work on reading a school related book that was my summer homework. It's 1984 by George Orwell. (Though most of you probably don't care.) Cookies if you review! Love you all - Randie!)