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"Speaking"
'Thoughts'
Harry sighed as he stared at Draco Malfoy from across the restaurant. The blond was unaware that the raven haired was there. Harry had just followed him to the restaurant and gotten a table far away from him. 'I'm not a stalker. I just want to make sure he's okay. He seemed down when we met.' His kids, not to mention Hermione, would kill him if they found out why he had gone out. Harry flicked his eyes at the blonde, He was eating alone it appeared. The food, he could not tell what it was. When the waiter brought Harry his meal, for it would look odd sitting at a table without food, three things happened at once.
'Fuck, pepper,' Harry thought while he had a sneezing fit. Whilst sneezing, Harry managed to spot Draco again. The blond was staring at the table Harry sat at, grey eyes locking with green. 'Fuck. I'm busted.' Draco's mouth formed a silent 'O' in surprise at the other man, eyes shifting to a glare with a hint of surprise. Harry blushed deeply and looked away from Draco.
Ac-HOO. Ac-HOO. Ac-HOO. 'What the fuck? Jeez, someone's sneezing loudly. Wish they'd shut up,' thought Draco, looking around the restaurant for the source. Ac-HOO. Ac-HOO. Ac-HOO! Then, he spotted someone. Someone who had been haunting his thoughts for the past week. A familiar green eyed man.
"Oh fuck," mumbled Draco. "What the hell is Potter doing here? I should hex him right here and right now for this," he whispered. The familiar itching sensation to grab his wand coursed through his arm and fingers. Standing from his table, Draco tossed some crinkled bills that were torn in various places onto the table and fished out a few more. Working his way past tables filled with portly business men, teenagers trying to be romantic, and a group of girls out on what Muggles called a 'girls night out'.
Slamming the money onto the table Harry sat at, Draco hooked an arm under Harry's pulling up so his elbow brushed up against Harry's armpit, he dragged the man out from the restaurant. When they were out in the dark filled streets, Harry shook Draco off him. Draco was baring his teeth, like a dog. "Do you mind," he ground out through gritted teeth, "telling me what the fuck you are doing here, where I am?" He was seething mad. Why could this sad excuse for a man get the fuck out of his life?
Harry was glad it was dark for two reasons. One, he was blushing like a ripe tomato, and two, he was grinning like an insane twit. Trying to hold back an impending laugh, he spoke. "Well, it's a restaurant," he said smartly, "and it's not meant for one person's usage Draco," he finished, folding his arms over his chest. "But I suppose you're used to having a restaurant cleared out when your foot passes the threshold, huh?" When Draco was silent Harry laughed. "Yeah, you're used to that. You're used too children and parents stepping off the sidewalk for you and your friends sorry asses to pass. People who shy away from you because of your power, your money, and your personality."
If Harry had been wearing a watch, he could have marked the exact time Draco's dumbfounded and angered expression changed to an outraged and murderous one. "So it just happens to be this restaurant you come to? The first one off the top of your head? It was just a random one. Is that correct? Yes or no?" sneered Draco. If Harry's face was a book, the answer was right there. No it took a few tries to find the right one. "That's what I thought. What are you, some insane stalker? What are you going to do? Take me to your home, lock me in a room, do things to me I'll have to confess too those court room dolls the Muggles make children point at?" He paused there. Before Harry could answer, Draco cut off the non-existent reply. "Or would you kill me? Leave me in a pile, mangled or chopped up, in some alley for Muggles to find?"
Harry could just barely cough before turning to the wall and retching up the contents of his stomach before answering. Wiping his mouth, Harry looked at Draco with hard eyes. "First of all, you sick twisted son of a bitch, I would not do any of that. I wouldn't wish it upon my worst enemy. Secondly, I have three children who I would die for. Thirdly, the part of you coming over to my house can be arranged, unless you'll be disappointed about the lack of kidnapping, isolation, rape, and murder," Harry said. When he was finished, he pulled out a small container of breath mints from his pocket and popped three into his mouth.
'Okay, maybe my question was a bit disturbing but it matters little. I suppose I could take up his offer. Hearing Gregory and Kathie fucking every night for a week gets old. And there five slobbering offspring are quiet the little monsters.' Draco ground his teeth together but nodded. "Fine, but I swear to Merlin, if this is a trick I'm carrying a wand you arse," he sneered. The two walked back to the apartment complex. Along the way, Harry told him the house rules. Draco grimaced at most but nodded none the less.
A/N: Well it's not as long as I hoped this chapter would be. The next chapter will have the house rules. I was going to post them here but that would be a bit of a boring ending to the chapter, hm? Rates please? Also, Happy belated Christmas and an early New Year!
