A Wand For Life

Chapter 3: Cordial Discussions for Dummies

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the canon characters therein. Some parts of this story are true to the books, others are half-truths since I could not find all the suitable information, and still others are things that, also due to lacking information, I made up. Just so you all know.

X.x.X

Harry had gone back to bed with a smile on his face but woke up with a frown. His mind had fully comprehended the fact that he was going to be meeting up with Draco Malfoy, one-on-one, just to talk. The two people who were infamous for hating each other all through school were going to attempt a fresh start and cordial conversation at the Leaky Cauldron. It was so mind-blowing that Harry hadn't been able to get much more sleep and had woken up cranky. At least Draco had his original wand back. Harry knew a bit about losing one's first wand. Of course, after using the Elder Wand to repair his original wand it wasn't a problem, but when his wand had first been broken it was like a part of him had been severed. He did feel much better about returning Malfoy's wand.

The wizard went into his kitchen where his cup of now cold and stale coffee still rested on the table. The coffee left in the coffee maker was still probably good, though would need to be warmed up. He dumped his old cup of coffee in his sink and poured another, using the steam charm below the cup to warm his bitter, caffeinated drink. As he sipped he thought about the encounter that morning. Had it truly been real?

It had to have been real. The wand was gone, he had checked. Burying his head in his hands Harry tried to calm himself down. Why was he freaking out so much? It wasn't as if he were nervous to be alone with Malfoy for a long period of time; or maybe he was. He shouldn't be. Both the wizards were adults and could control their old, petty, school rivalry. Right?

An exasperated sigh left his mouth as he sat thinking. He had no idea what they would talk about. He supposed that he could mention Quidditch. Both had played in school and Harry followed several teams, including Ginny's team the Holyhead Harpies, though the Falmouth Falcons were his favorite team. They weren't the best team in any of the leagues, in fact they were usually ranked last or down there, but Harry was loyal and stood by his team, just like Ron stood by the Chudley Cannons. It would be interesting to get Draco's take on that.

Suddenly there was a knock on his door. Not sure if he was expecting anyone Harry checked to make sure he had his wand on him, a habit from the days when Voldemort had been a threat.

Reaching the door he undid his charms for the second time that morning and found Ron and Hermione at his door. There was a serious air about both of them and Harry was concerned. Had someone died or gotten hurt or something?

"Hey, mate. Mind if we come in?" Ron asked, a smile changing the atmosphere around the couple a bit.

"Nope. Come on in." Harry moved aside and walked into what equated to his living room. He had slept there the night before and after Draco had left so, naturally, it was a mess though Harry couldn't bring himself to care much. His friends knew he was a slob unless he was with someone and he currently wasn't. Ginny and he had broken it off sometime before he had testified for the Malfoy trial. They were still close friends and Ginny had moved on. If Harry remembered correctly she was dating Oliver Wood, Harry's former House Quidditch Captain.

Hermione sent an Incendio Charm at Harry's fireplace before curling up in one of his armchairs. Ron sat on the other armchair, lounging as he glanced around the place.

"Still haven't gotten around to cleaning, have you? Or you have a party without us?" Ron grinned. Harry relaxed a bit now that Ron was smiling outright, breaking the feeling of doom and gloom. Hermione on the other hand was still looking serious. She had always been the one to not beat around the bush.

"You know me; never been very organized. So, what's up?" Harry asked, knowing Hermione wouldn't want to sit quiet and docile while he and Ron messed around and avoided the reason that the couple had showed up in the first place.

"Well, Harry, we came to talk to you because we're worried about you. Both of us." This was said with a pointed look at Ron before Hermione continued. "You've been letting this Malfoy situation really get to you." She stated with a certainty that had always followed he through school. Hermione had uncurled from the armchair to look intently at harry while she spoke, making Harry a bit uncomfortable.

"Oh, that. Um, well, that's been resolved. For the most part, anyway."

Both Ron and Hermione looked astonished.

"Really?" The couple chorused.

"Yes. This morning in fact. A few hours ago."

"What happened?" Ron asked, leaning back in the armchair, apparently convinced that everything was now going to go back to normal.

"Well, Malfoy showed up this morning and asked for, or more like demanded, his wand back. I gave it to him and convinced him to meet me at the Leaky Cauldron next week."

"Oh really? And how did you manage to accomplish that bit of work, hmm?" Hermione asked in an almost offensive disbelieving tone.

"Er, by convince I really meant I wouldn't let him leave the flat until he agreed to meet up." Harry admitted rather sheepishly.

There was silence.

"That was very…Slytherin…of you." Hermione remarked dryly.

"The Sorting Hat did nearly put me into Slytherin now didn't it?" Harry pointed out, grinning like an idiot.

His friends continued looking at him like he had just suddenly grown a large Thestral head from his shoulder. Hermione was the first to recover while Ron, not able to comprehend the want to get to know Draco Malfoy of all people, was left gaping at Harry.

"That's, um, brilliant. What are you two going to do once you meet up?" The witch asked while simultaneously trying to elbow Ron out of his stupor. The red-head finally blinked, shut his mouth, and opened it again.

"Yeah! You and that git have absolutely nothing in common! What do you expect to talk about? Potions? Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Ron demanded as his ears reddened slightly as his temper began to rise a bit.

Harry shrugged, a frown forming on his face. He himself wasn't too sure why he was doing this. All Harry really knew was that it felt right to be doing this. Voldemort was dead, they were out of school, and there was no reason for them to continue their hatred and rivalry. If he had only taken Draco's hand when they were 11 years-old, maybe things would be far different than they were now. Maybe Harry, Ron, and Hermione could have changed Draco; then again, maybe not with such an influential and set-in-his-ways father as Lucius.

"I was thinking about that when you two showed up. I don't have it all planned out, OK? I just know I want to end this continuous cycle of hate." Harry said defensively. He didn't like getting his motives challenged mostly because he already questioned his own motives enough. The Boy-Who-Lived was always second guessing himself. That's what one got out of living with the Dursley's for 10 years with most summers thrown in there. It didn't make one exude self-confidence no matter the amount of surety he had in taking on the Dark Arts, Death Eaters, and Lord Voldemort.

Hermione shot Ron a glare and Ron looked at her as if to say 'What? What did I do now?' Harry stood and walked back into the kitchen to grab his coffee. He wasn't nearly awake enough to have this conversation with his friends. Hermione might be mostly supportive but Ron, he knew, was full out against it. It was tough on the boy to do this without the support of both his best friends. He knew they didn't understand but when had anyone ever fully understood him? Most of the time Hermione was close, but no one truly got it. A hand on his shoulder brought Harry out of his thoughts and he turned around to find Hermione there with sadness in her eyes.

"Harry, I know you have to do this. Just, be careful, OK? Ron just doesn't want anything to happen to you. After all we've been through he doesn't want to lose you. Neither of us do." The witch said softly before giving Harry a hug. Harry's eyes moistened with tears. Why was it that Hermione always knew exactly what to say?

"Thanks, 'Mione." Harry whispered in her ear before she let go. The girl smiled and motioned for him to follow her back into his 'living room'. Harry obliged after grabbing his rapidly cooling coffee. If he was going to make it through the rest of the morning with these two in his flat then caffeine was going to be needed.

X.x.X

After returning from Harry's flat, Draco had gone straight back up to his room. His mother had tried to confront him about his encounter with Lucius but Draco was having none of it. He did not regret telling his father to shove off. He was through with putting up with his father. Draco would no longer be a pawn to anyone. Narcissa was secretly proud of her son and less so of her husband. Yes she still loved Lucius, but he had done things that she didn't agree with, especially regarding their son. Draco was sorry that he had been short with his mother but couldn't bring himself to apologize just yet. He really needed to sort out his severely jumbled feelings.

Draco had spent the past several hours in his room wondering how in the name of Salazar he had managed to get himself into a cordial meeting with Harry Bloody Potter a week from today. He had ruined his perfect hairdo by running his fingers through his blonde locks continuously as he tried to sort it out. Oddly enough he was looking forward to the meet. After all, he had wanted Harry as a friend since their first year at Hogwarts. But it was just too damn confusing, especially everything that they had done to each other. Why did Harry want to get to know him, especially not? Did he want to find some blackmail? No, Potter was disgustingly better than that. So what was there to gain? Did Harry Potter really just want to be friends with Draco Malfoy, his sworn enemy?

Clenched fists hit Draco's mahogany desk in frustration. He couldn't figure out why this was bothering him so much. Before he could agonize any more about the situation his bedroom door burst open and in walked Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini while his mother stayed in the doorway. Pansy went straight to his bed and spread herself over it making Draco clench his teeth. She knew how much it bothered him to have people muss his bed and she did it simply to bother him knowing that he wouldn't do anything to her. Blaise was more reserved and simply stood beside the bed.

"They wouldn't take 'No' for an answer so I had to let them in." Narcissa spoke up with no hint of an apology in her voice. Draco couldn't really blame her. His two closest friends would have beaten down his door to get in despite his mother's protests. Narcissa quietly shut the door and left the trio to their own devices. The blond looked between his friends debating whether or not he should tell them to leave when Pansy spoke up from his bed.

"So, what are you doing still moping about, hmmm, Draco?" Pansy asked with a pointed look.

"I am not moping. I just took care of that…situation." He mumbled in reply, refusing to meet her eyes.

"How is that?" Blaise asked, sitting on the bed now.

"I…went to Potter's flat today and retrieved my wand." Draco mumbled again, turning away from his two friends. He didn't know how he could explain it to Blaise and Pansy. They hadn't really understood why it had been such a big deal to Draco to have his wand back in the first place. It was maddening. At least his mother somewhat understood but that was sort of embarrassing. His friends that are his age didn't understand him but his mother did?

There was silence from both of the other former Slytherins. Draco hadn't expected any different from the two. How else would he expect his friends react when he told them that he had been to his former sworn enemy's house for a visit. He couldn't wait to see their faces when he told them he had agreed to meet Potter the next week at the Leaky Cauldron. That would be a priceless moment.

"And I agreed to meet with him next week at the Leaky Cauldron." Draco said dully, glancing back at his friends. Pansy's jaw dropped and she gaped at him for several moments. Blaise's eyes had widened at the admission and Draco couldn't help but smirk at the two of them. They really shouldn't be surprised after all the surprises Draco had put them through lately.

Blaise recovered first.

"Why the hell would you do that?" Blaise asked, one of his eyebrows cocking upward in question. Draco, again, hadn't expected anything different. Oddly enough, his friends sort of mimicked Potter's friends; though in actions mostly and nothing else. Blaise was the one to get angry and not understand as much as Pansy just like Weasley was usually the one to get wound up while Hermione was the one to calmly think things through and try to understand.

"He wasn't going to let me leave until I did." He argued, clenching his fists again. He didn't understand it either. Draco could have probably easily lifted those enchantments himself. So obviously he must have wanted to meet with Harry. So far that was the only explanation that Draco had come up with to even vaguely explain his highly irregular behavior regarding the savior of the wizarding world but he wasn't about to mention that tidbit of information.

"Well, I think this could be good for you." Pansy spoke up before Blaise could say something rash. Draco glanced over at her, giving the girl a quick thankful glance before clearing his face of emotion again.

"How could this possibly be good for him? Potter hates him and Draco isn't that found of Potter himself." Blaise chimed back in earning a scrunched face from Pansy.

"Think about it, Blaisy: first Potter saved Draco and his family from Azkaban, then he tried to give his wand back, and now he wants to meet up with Draco. How does that show that he hates Draco? Not to mention Potter, Weasley, and Granger saved you from that fire in the Room of Requirement. And Draco accepted the offer. That's the main point." Pansy explained as if it were all so obvious, which it wasn't to either of the males in the present company. She turned to Draco to continue. "And you want this rivalry to end, don't you?"

"Pansy, you astound me with you astuteness but I don't know what I want. And since when have you been all accepting of Potter and his friends?" Draco cut out, surprised at her logic. Pansy shrugged.

"Who said I was accepting it? Potter and you have basically been having a love affair all through school, and don't deny it. You both went out of your way to bother the other and didn't he follow you around most of Sixth Year? As for his friends, I still pretty much despise Granger. As far as I know she is still an insufferable know-it-all and Weasley, well, it's Weasley. Get a grip. I'm just saying it would be good for you to move past everything that has happened and get over your little man crush and do something about it." Pansy stated blandly, looking at her nails which were beginning to chip. "Hmm, I should get my nails redone."

Blaise and Draco were now both looking at her in astonishment. Blaise was still trying to put it together while Draco was stuck between agreement and utter denial. A lot of what Pansy had said made a lot of sense but Draco simply didn't want to believe any of it, especially the bit about a 'man crush'. He wasn't even sure that he knew what that meant. Then she completely did a flip flop of subjects, though THAT the two boys were pretty used to. Pansy would act all knowledgeable in everything emotional and the next she would go materialistic and complain about her looks.

"Pansy, you amaze me sometimes." Blaise said, shaking his head and reclining a bit back on the bed. He seemed to be more relaxed after Pansy's calm explanation of the situation though Draco knew that the slightest thing could set Blaise off on a rant again.

The trio remained silent for many long minutes. Draco was trying to figure out a way to explain to the two other graduated Slytherins and didn't have much to say at the moment. Finally he had to break the silence. Apparently Pansy, who had been shooting meaningful looks at Blaise who was trying to ignore the looks, had the same idea.

"Draco, we want…"

"Look, guys, I…"

"Go ahead, Pansy." Draco said with a nod. He didn't want this whole meeting to be about him. As much as people called him an egotistical bastard, he really did care about his friends and while he hid behind a thick mask of indifference and self-worth in public and with most people, Pansy and Blaise saw the more 'human' side of him, so to speak.

"Thanks. Um…Blaise and I just wanted to tell you something, though since he isn't saying anything, I guess I'll be the only one saying it." Pansy said slightly nervously, an emotion that Draco very rarely saw on the girl. She sent a pointed glare at Blaise who colored slightly. Draco cocked an eyebrow at his friend who wouldn't meet his eyes and finally he looked back at Pansy, turning his quizzical eye on her. She fidgeted before speaking again. "Um…Blaise and I are together. You know, as a couple."

Draco bit back a sharp retort. He honestly hadn't seen this coming. The two had only ever seemed like friends to Draco. Then again, Draco had been rather self-absorbed in school and lately had been rather distracted by Harry Potter. He had never foreseen them getting together. Pansy was notoriously picky with her choices in boys, though, now that he thought about it Draco could see the attraction. They had known each other for years and gone to school together and had been with Draco for a great number of years. Draco suddenly started comparing them to how Ron and Hermione were with Harry. They had also been friends for years and stuck by their friend and were now together as a couple. Draco blinked. He was comparing his friends to Potter's friends. When had this started? Why did everything he think of relate to Harry Potter?

The blond filed it that away for further contemplation when his friends weren't in the room and expecting an appropriate response to their sudden announcement.

"That's great. When did this happen?" Draco replied, forcing a smile. Honestly he wasn't sure what to make of this. He wasn't sure how well they matched each other and how long they would work. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he and Pansy had been together, even if it had never been anything serious. Unfortunately, now he had no one to talk to about it because he would normally go to Blaise about Pansy's relationships and vice versa for Blaise. Now they were in a relationship together. Brilliant.

"Um, about a month ago. We wanted to tell you, but we weren't sure how well it was going to work and we didn't want you to worry about us." Pansy replied, hope in her voice that Draco would approve. She didn't want her friendship with Draco to end because of her relationship with Blaise. Blaise, too, seemed a little more tense than previously. He obviously wanted both relationships to continue. Or maybe they thought Draco would be jealous.

Draco shrugged it off and Blaise seemed to relax and Pansy smiled. The subject was dropped and normal conversation resumed; as normal as it could get anyway under the circumstances.

"What are you planning on wearing when you meet Potter?" Pansy asked with a disinterested tone though if she weren't interested she wouldn't have asked. Blaise rolled his eyes and stood, walking to the window to keep out of the conversation. He was still in denial about his friend becoming friendly with a rival and enemy, which they didn't seem to be anymore. Draco didn't bother trying to include his brooding friend in the conversation anymore. Blaise would join eventually, and if he didn't then he would talk to Draco at a later time. In the meantime, Pansy was looking expectantly at Draco.

"Why would I know that? It's a whole week away." Draco said, annoyed. He had a keen fashion sense, but that didn't mean that he had his wardrobe chosen days in advance like Pansy seemed to have. He hadn't really had time to think about what to wear either. The meeting had just been set up and the blonde had been rather preoccupied with trying to figure out how the hell he had gotten coerced into meeting Harry Potter at the Leaky Cauldron. That being said, he had no idea what he would wear. He wouldn't want to dress how he normally did if he was going to go to the Leaky Cauldron, but he didn't want to dress plainly either. Great, now he had something else to worry about.

"Well, I think you should go casual." Pansy remarked, laying back down on the bed and staring up at the ceiling. Blaise was grumbling from his spot at the window and Draco pointedly ignored him.

"Why?" Draco asked, standing and walking over to his bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and rested his elbows on his knees while staring at his desk. The wizard didn't know why he was pursuing this subject as it didn't really matter but why not humor Pansy?

"Why? That's easy: Potter has only ever seen you as a rigid, stuck up, git and if you actually want this to work or want to at least try, you have to loosen up around him like you loosen up around us. Draco, sweety, I'm only saying this because I care." Pansy replied pointing at him seriously when he tried to interrupt her. "Don't lie to yourself. You could have left his flat easy enough but some part of you wanted to try a friendship. Just think of this like when you were 11 and trying to gain his friendship only this time don't downsize his friends."

A knock on the door was what stopped Draco from shooting a scything remark back. He rolled his eyes and turned to see his mother standing at his doorway again. The boy would have been more annoyed if not for the news that his mother had for him.

"Draco, the Greengrasses are here for tea. Now, Pansy and Blaise may stay if you get downstairs immediately." Narcissa said urgently before hurrying away from the door and making her way downstairs. Pansy and Blaise both looked at the stunned blonde who finally shrugged and stood.

"Well, let's get this over with."

X.x.X

"Harry, are you sure about this?" Hermione asked from her spot by Ron on Harry's bed as Harry himself was busy frantically gathering various items of clothing and holding them up to the mirror.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" Harry asked with a distracted matter. He wasn't really focusing on what his friend was saying. Hermione could tell too. Usually Harry took time to pay attention to what she was saying, or at least he would try to. He wasn't even trying now.

"Because you're a nervous wreck, Harry. You never worry about what you're going to wear and even if you did you wouldn't stop listening to me because of it." Hermione pointed out while crossing her arms.

"Give it a break, 'Mione. Maybe he's in looooove." Ron said in an obviously joking matter which, apparently, Harry didn't take too kindly too.

"I'm not in love. I simply don't want to ruin this. This is going to be my last chance, I know it." Harry shot back defensively, finally taking his eyes off his myriad of clothing and robes spread round the room and looking at Hermione and Ron who were holding up their hands in mock surrender with smiles. Harry rolled his eyes and sighed. Why did this have to be so difficult? Why was picking an outfit so difficult?

"Woah, I was only kidding, mate!" Ron said with a chuckle, slipping his arm around Hermione and hugging her close.

"Why don't you go for smart casual? Sorta like a casual business meeting." Hermione suggested with an eye roll at Ron though she didn't move away as he pulled her to him. "But if you really don't want to make a bad impression, you should hurry up and not be late. It's 12:45, Harry."

Harry yelped and dove for a random pile of clothes on his floor. After pulling a semi-decent set of clothes off of the floor he left the room to change, leaving Ron and Hermione to laugh at his antics.

"He's really serious about this, isn't he, Hermione?" Ron asked with a hint of a chuckle left over, leaning his head against Hermione's. The witch leaned into him and grabbed a hand to reply.

"Yes, he is, Ron. Don't ruin this, okay? He doesn't want old feuds to continue and why should he? It was a stupid start of a rivalry anyway." Hermione said with a light elbow in Ron's ribs. They looked up as there was a crash from down the hall and then silence. They went back to chatting.

"That's easy for you to say. You weren't the reason the rivalry and hatred started." Ron sighed, slumping down on the bed looking rather dejected as Harry re-entered the room, his hair looked, as always, rumpled and looking like he had just crawled out of bed as did his clothing. Hermione rolled her eyes and casted a silent charm to smooth out Harry's clothing. The wizard looked sheepishly at his friend and nodded in thanks.

"Honestly, Harry, you should really learn to fold your clothes or at least how to charm them smooth." Hermione said with a shake of her head. She crawled off the bed, half-dragging Ron after her. She straightened her own clothes and grabbed hold of Ron's hand as he straightened his form.

"Maybe one day I will. Well, I'd better get going. Don't want to be late after all." Harry said, his voice holding no trace of the quaver that lurked behind his green eyes.

Harry led the way to his entryway. He pulled on a worn travelling cloak and turned to his friends with an uncertain smile.

"Lock up behind me will you?" Before the other two could reply Harry was already taking down his charms and sweeping out of the door, disappearing the instant he reached his disapparating point. Ron and Hermione shut the door and headed to the fireplace where they took the Floo back to the rebuilt burrow, both with faint smiles on their face.

X.x.X

"Draco, for Merlin's sake just get ready already. If you don't hurry you won't be fashionably early like you like to be." Pansy complained from the bed in Draco's room. Draco was in his bathroom staring into the mirror with haunted eyes. He was scared for this meeting and honestly didn't know why he had agreed to it. A meeting with Saint Potter just wasn't what he normally would do. Hopefully it would go all wrong and he wouldn't have to deal with this again.

"Can it, Pans." Draco shouted from his bathroom. He took a deep breath and turned on his faucet to run cold water over his face. Finally he changed into the set of clothing that had been set up since the week before. After the Greengrasses had left Pansy and Blaise had helped Draco pick out an outfit that would be casual enough for Harry Potter but still said that he was hesitant with this relationship. The blond came out of the bathroom with a sour look on his face.

"Why the long face, Draconian?" Pansy teased with a smile while Blaise shook his head.

"You know, one day your nicknames for him are gonna get you killed." Blaise said blandly as if not caring, though he did.

"If you two are done flirting, I'm leaving." Draco said and without preamble before leaving his room, his travelling cloak hung neatly over his arm and a grim look on his face. Pansy and Blaise followed at a looser pace though caught up with him.

"Remember, no insults about the Weasels or Granger." Pansy reminded.

"And bringing up You Know Who and all that probably isn't the best idea." Blaise submitted.

"No shit, guys. Jeeze, what is your problem? It's not like we're going on a date." Draco said with a roll of his eyes as he left Malfoy Manor and slipped on his cloak. He missed the knowing look that Blaise and Pansy shared right before he disapparated to the Leaky Cauldron.

X.x.X

Harry wore the hood on his cloak deep over his face as he clutched it to keep his face hidden in shadows. Nowadays he couldn't really go anywhere without being spotted and mugged by fans of the famous Chosen One. The wizard really loathed getting that nickname. It was painted everywhere he went and he heard it from every witch and wizard's mouth. It was annoying.

Several witches passed by him with a funny look and he pulled the hood over his face even more. Today was not a day he wanted to be mugged. He had walked several blocks from the apparation point to get to the Leaky Cauldron for his meeting with Malfoy. Harry had chosen the Leaky Cauldron because he and the owner, Tom, had an agreement that there was to be no celebrity status for him in the Cauldron and anyone that decided to go against that was kicked out. It was that agreement that had given Harry one of the few spots he and his friends could go without being bombarded by questions from the Daily Prophet or asked for autographs by admirers. This place made them feel normal and let them relax.

Finally Harry made it to the Leaky Cauldron. He entered and was greeted like an old friend by some of the regulars of the pub. His cloak was off and he was free of hiding, for a few hours at least. Now he just needed to see if Malfoy was here yet. It stood to reason that Draco would be here early. The Slytherin had always seemed the type to be early. As Harry scanned the small pub his stomach did a backflip when he found out he was right. There was Draco Malfoy, chatting with Tom at the bar, his blond hair not slicked back like it normally was and his clothes were far more casual that normal with slick looking blue jeans and a neat, green button up shirt. Harry couldn't help but sigh in relief as Draco turned around that Draco hadn't decided to not show up. That was what Harry had been most afraid of.

The blond's eyes widened in surprise. Draco was so used to seeing Harry Potter dressed messily as if he didn't care what he looked like, which, he probably didn't, that it was a pleasant shock to see the savior of the wizarding world semi-dressed up. Harry was wearing dark blue jeans and fit snuggly around his thighs and a deep red button-up shirt tucked in that accentuated his muscles finely.

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy met in the middle of the pub, eyes locked.

"Potter."

"Malfoy."

"You clean up nicely. Though your hair is still abominably wretched."

"I'd say the same but you never needed to. The hair isn't something I can tame. My Aunt Petunia cut it all off one day because it wouldn't sit strait and the next morning it had all grown back, nearly more messy than before." Harry replied with a smirk. There was the old Malfoy he knew. But, he had a feeling he was going to like the Malfoy he was going to get to know better than the Malfoy he already knew.

X.x.X

There you are folks. I was going to write the actual meeting too but figured this would whet your appetite for more.

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