By the time Harry made his way back to the empty park it was dark.
The empty swings swung backwards and forwards gently as though a ghost was sitting on them. It was a warm night and Harry prayed for no more dementor attacks.
Harry sat on the curb, the trunk beside him and he took one quick look at the bush behind him, half-hoping there would be a pair of ghostly eyes watching him.
He felt his heart drop when no eyes matched his.
He knew Sirius was dead. Why can't he get over the death of his godfather like everyone else can?
His eyes turned back to the road and slowly, he stuck his wand arm out.
At first there was nothing but silence when Harry heard a fast whooshing noise and a dark purple bus appeared in front of him.
"Welcome to the Kn-Oh. Nice to see you again Neville," Stan grinned and rolled his up his parchment before stepping of the bus to help him up.
Harry gave him a wryly smile.
"Where to this time?" Stan asked.
"Diagon Ally Please."
"Same place eh, Neville?" Stan winked and Harry sat down on the bed, handing over the money.
Harry only nodded and then with a lurch, the bus drove on.
"We're dropping of Ms. Burchett at Cardiff and then it'll be you next," Stan called from the other side of the bus. Harry could only nod as he was thrown backwards and forwards down the isle, hitting bed poles and banging into the corner of the beds.
He couldn't decide what's worse. The Knight bus or Apporation.
An elderly woman got off the bus, grumbling and moaning how fast it was as she got off.
"Have a nice night Ms. Burchett!" And the one woman replied something unintelligible at him.
He grinned at Harry.
"Your turn. Ernie! Diagon Alley for Neville!" He knocked on the window and the old man jumped before driving the bus forward again.
Finally, with a jolt, Harry was reliefed that the bus has finally stopped.
"Here we are! Diagon Alley for you! Have a nice trip," As soon as Harry dragged his trunk left the knight bus, the bus was out of sight before he could even say goodbye.
He blinked but shook his head and made his way inside the Leaky Cauldron.
Laugher aroused in the room and he heard drunken shouting and chairs being thrown across the room and he saw that it was busy.
But he was thankful that it was too busy for nobody to notice him.
He saw Tom, the bartender cleaning a few dirty glasses behind the bar and carefully made his way over to him.
"Evening," Harry said and Tom looked up and gave a wryly smile at him.
"Your owl is up in your room already. Come with me," He left the bar and quickly went up some steps beside it, harry following behind and his trunk banging on each step.
"Room 23. You are next to Mr. Malfoy, I'm afraid so you better be careful." Harry paled. Malfoy? Here? Just great!
"Thanks. I'll watch my back. Is it okay to pay you at the end of the summer holidays? Because I have a feeling I will be here all summer," Tom nodded and handed Harry his key.
"That is fine Mr. Potter. Come down stairs if you need anything," With that, Tom left and Harry to do his own things.
Harry quickly shut the door, not wanting Malfoy to hear him but he had a feeling Malfoy knew he was already there.
He landed on his bed and put his face in the pillow, mentally groaning.
Why did fate seem to turn against him? After all, he was trying to avoid Malfoy….
Why was Malfoy here anyway? Had his family kicked him out as well? Or was he just trying to annoy him and be a pain in the ass?
Whatever Malfoy was doing, Harry was going to find out soon.
Hedwig hooted as she flew to the bedside and Harry looked up and gave her a sigh.
"He's here Hedwig." Hedwig hooted softly at him. "And I don't know what to do." He turned over in his bed and stared up at the ceiling.
His stomach rumbled and Harry realized he hasn't eaten since yesterday evening, but at the same time he didn't want to go out. But he had to stay healthy.
He groaned and got up, locking the door behind him before putting the key in his pocket and making his way downstairs in to the noisy pub.
As it was 6'o clock at night, the pub was already busy and Harry managed to find an empty table in the back corner of the room and he quickly hid himself behind the menu before anyone could spot him.
"Potter, what a surprise," a voice drawled and he looked over the menu to see a pale, blond haired boy with grey eyes, smirking at him in the opposite chair.
"Malfoy, I told you to stay away from me." Harry growled.
"Not technically. You told me to get out. Not stay away."
"Still means the same thing. Haven't I already told you, I do not want to be your mate?" Harry hissed, earning quite a few glares from a few passers by.
Draco leaned over and rested his elbows on the table.
"Yes you have and very rudely might I say. I still think you need to look up the meaning of stay away in a dictionary."
"Since when did you care about muggle dictionaries?"
"Never. Just saying you need grammar checking," He winked and looked at the menu.
"Why are you here anyway?" Harry asked after a moment of silence.
"Parents kicked me out. Father couldn't stand the idea of me being gay, and of course after he found out who my boyfriend was meant to be, he had a raging fit and decided to chuck me out. Mother wasn't very pleased with his behavior as she had a gay cousin once before."
"Really?"
"Yeah, though died at the hands of Snakey boy."
"Take it snakey boy is Voldemort?"
"Yeah. New nickname. Got fed up of everyone calling him, You-Know-Who. So thought he deserved a knew nick-name." He sniggered.
"Just don't let Voldemort hear you call him that, you'll be dead in a matter of seconds."
"I'm already dead." Draco said darkly, taking a sip of Firewhiskey.
There was an awkward pause.
"This hasn't been my day,"
"Why not?"
"Got chucked out of the house, been thrown about on the knight bus and nearly broke my glasses, and now this! We're meant to be enemies. But we're having a civil conversation. If you can call it civil, that is."
Draco chuckled.
"I guess so. Your day has been more eventful than mine."
"Why what have you been doing?"
"Been listening to the enchanted mirror moan all day."
Harry sniggered. "Making sure you look beautiful?"
"If you were Crabbe or Goyle, you'd be under Crucio right now."
"Well it's lucky I'm not either one of them."
"True. At least you have more brains than them and I can actually have a decent conversation with you with out one of them having to stuff their faces all the time."
Harry snorted.
"Sounds like Ron too."
"Ah yes. Weasley. Why he's not here anyway?"
"Scared of his reaction if he found out about this."
"You haven't told him?"
"No. Told Hermione, she's all okay with it."
"The mudbl-"
"No name calling. If we're here all summer, we might as well be decent with one another."
The death eater sighed impatiently.
"Alright Potter. No name calling."
Harry nodded
"I must say. For a Gryffindor, you are a good companion and that is saying something."
"Complimenting me are you?" Harry raised an eyebrow at him.
"I believe it was." They both sniggered.
"You complimenting me Malfoy? What has the world done to you?"
"Lot of dark things I guess."
"Going back to doom and gloom?"
"Well if you were a Slytherin, you would."
"True at that."
They ate in silence for a couple of minutes, watching the crowd around them roar with laughter at bad jokes before Draco put down his knife and fork and stretched like a cat who has just woken up.
"Well, nice to see you here. Same time tomorrow?"
"I guess. See you soon Malfoy," He watched the blond haired Slytherin pick up his coat and made his way back into his bedroom. Once he was out of sight, harry sat back in his chair and sighed.
Today was definitely weird.