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.
(A/N: Okay, hello everyone. I know this has taken me a long time to write. My computer crashed and had my Chapter 3 on there when it did. When it was rebooted I had to totally rewrite it and it's taken me awhile to get back into the swing of writing fan fictions since it's been quite a while since I have written on one. Months at least because I've been very very busy in my life apart from the computer and my writings. Which is saying something, mind you. My other stories were also trashed as well, so I will have find my train of thought for them as well. I'm sorry it took forever, but here is this chapter. Any grammatical errors I may have will be accidental, but please inform me of them and I will be sure to fix them promptly. Cookies for reviewers(: )
Chapter 3: Settling In
Harry was finished cleaning and had already bought furniture. Right now he was trying to arrange it in a decent fashion and not having much luck with it. "I'm no good at this. I wish Hermione was here." he said sullenly to himself. He sighed and plopped down on the sofa he had been trying to position. He couldn't find the right angle at which to put it.
A knock sounded on his door and Harry pulled himself up, groaning. He opened it and was surprised to see a short, pale female, with short black hair and a pixie-like figure and a tall, pale, blond male that looked familiar. "Hello, we're from down the road," the girl started, "My name's Alice and this is my boyfriend, Jasper." Jasper nodded in his direction, but kept his face averted. Harry found this suspicious.
Harry held out a hand to the pixie-ish girl. "I'm Harry Potter." Alice took his hand and shook it excitedly. Harry didn't notice the temperature of her hand. It was winter in Forks after all. Everyone's hands were cold. He offered his hand to the blond, but he acted like he didn't see it. Harry dropped his hand to his side. "Well come in," he said inviting them into his house with a gesture of his hand.
Alice stepped in and looked around. "This is a beautiful house you have here although it could do with a bit of decorating." she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I know," Harry agreed, nodding. "I've worked on it all week, but nothing is helping mu-" Cutting Harry off she stated, "Jasper and I could help. We're quite good at decorating."
Harry smiled at her in thanks. "Would you really?" He asked. Alice nodded as did Jasper, who still refused to look his way or come within touching distance of him. He cast a strange look at the other male. "Don't worry about him. He's just a little...shy." Alice said quietly. Harry thought he heard a faint scoff come from Jasper's direction. He looked at him curiously before shrugging it off and turning back to Alice.
Harry nodded. "Okay. So what are we going to be doing first?" he asked excitedly. Alice smiled broadly. "Well, first we need to figure out the positions in which you want the furniture. Do you have any idea where you would like it?" Harry shook his head and replied cheekily, with a smirk, "In the house." Alice laughed softly as Jasper rolled his eyes.
Alice rubbed her hands together as if to warm them. "I guess we should get started then, shouldn't we?" she said smiling at Harry before turning to Jasper. "I assume you'd rather not be here?" she whispered to him in a low voice that Harry wouldn't hear. Jasper barely nodded and Alice sighed. "Why don't you go back to the house and tell everyone I'm going to be home later?" she suggested, smiling softly at him. She didn't know what his problem was, but he'd been in such a bad mood lately, especially around her. She couldn't figure out why, though.
Jasper shrugged and walked to the door and opened it. "Don't do anything you might regret, Alice." he warned as he left. Alice rolled her eyes at Jasper's back. "He is such a downer sometimes," she whispered to Harry once her mate was out of ear shot. Harry grinned at her. "Oh really? He doesn't seem much like the social type," he said, shrugging slightly. He sighed and plopped down on the couch. "He's been in such a bad mood for the past few days. He jetted off to London not a week ago, and when he got home, he was so... so unlike himself," she said softly, shaking her head with a huff.
Harry frowned. "I know what it's like for someone you love to be like that," he said. "My recently ex-boyfriend was caught cheating, in our bed, with some vampire. Or that's what he says," Harry told her, looking unbelieving. He sighed again, shifting a hand through his hair. "He said it was a blond, that was quiet beautiful and very dangerously seductive," he added. "A male, might I add," he told her softly. "I caught a bit of a glimpse of him when I walked in on them. Your boyfriend, Jasper was it? He reminds me vaguely of the figure that hastily retreated out the window of Draco's apartment window," he murmured.
Alice gasped softly. "You're from England, aren't you?" she started. "Well, as I told you, Jasper was there a few days ago. He said he'd met a man named Draco that had been quite nice to him," she said. "Said he was a wizard or something," she muttered, trying to think of all of what Jasper had said. "Why didn't I see it? If he cheated on me with your boyfriend, why wouldn't I have known beforehand?" she wondered aloud. Harry eyed her suspiciously. "Wait, are you telling me that man that was here was a vampire?" he asked. Alice, realizing her mistake, nodded slowly.
"So you are, too?" he asked, hoping that he was correct. When she nodded again, Harry grinned. "At least I know that being a wizard isn't the weirdest thing I've heard then," he said, brandishing his wand as he cleared a little more dust from the room. "This makes cleaning so much easier, but I don't know many cleaning spells," he added, with a shrug. Alice smiled at him. "You know, I know someone that would make you extremely happy, you know," she said as she took in his appearance. "You're just right for him," she whispered.
Harry's eyes widened fractionally. "You've only known me the better part of an hour and already you're trying to play match maker?" he asked. "You are just like my best friend, Hermione," he said with a laugh. Alice laugh along with him, her voice tinkling like wind chimes in the breeze. With a groan, he plopped down on the couch. "So, tell me about this guy," he said slowly, watching her curiously. Now that he thought about it, the vampiric nature should've been immediately evident.
Alice took a seat on the arm of the couch and thought for a moment. "Well, he's a werewolf. Shape-shifter, really," she started, "His name is Jacob. He is a member of the Quillette tribe," she said softly. "Do you think that you would be adverse to meeting him?" she asked, "Or would you like me to give him a message for you?" she asked, wondering if the boy in front of her now would like the guy she was telling him about. She was almost sure that Harry would be able to get over Draco. She would be having a long talk with Jasper when she got home, however. He'd think twice before cheating again, but at least he wouldn't be thinking about cheating on her. Not again, she vowed silently to herself.
As she spoke about Jacob, Harry listened intently. "Can you desrcibe him?" he asked, wondering what the man looked like. Alice nodded eagerly. "Well," she started, "He is tall, darkly tanned skin, chocolate-like eyes. Very muscular. His hair, which used to be quite long, has been trimmed quite a lot making it rather short," she said, thinking harder to remember the details more carefully. "He has a tattoo on his arm that signals where his allegiances lie," she added, smiling softly. Harry frowned, knowing that sounded suspiciously similar to the Dark Mark. "What is the tattoo of?" he asked.
She shrugged slightly. 'It's nothing really to talk about, just a tribal symbol," she said. "It's not anything near a Dark Mark," she told him, knowing about Death Eaters herself. She'd met one once before. Only once, however. She smiled at his confusion, and explained how she'd met one Bellatrix LeStrange once upon a time. "Crazy, she was," Alice murmured. "I barely saw her but for a glimpse, then next thing I knew, I was being pulled away from the spot because Jasper was ready to get away from all the humans," she said.
xXx
Back in London, Draco sat in his bedroom, staring at the only thing he had left of Harry. A small silver frame, which held a picture of Harry and himself, wrapped in one another's arms, smiling for the camera. It was a wizarding photo, and so every once in a while, Harry would ruffle his own hair while Draco would immediately try to flatten it back into place, leaving Harry to pout at him before receiving a kiss and the scene would begin again. He felt a tear in the corner of his eye, the salty liquid beginning to build up, making his eyes burn from the unshed tears.
Laying the photo on the bedside table, Draco went back to packing his things. He fully intended to find Harry. Having remembered a rather complex tracking spell, he was lucky that he'd found Harry at all. It would appear that he wasn't in London anymore, nor England for that matter. Where Draco had found him, however, was a small town named Forks in Washington. His Harry was in America, so far from the hurt that Draco had put him through. He couldn't believe his stupidity for ever letting that vampire into his bed.
He would get Harry back if it was the last thing he did, and if he knew Harry like he was sure he did, it might be. Once he'd finished packing, he grabbed the photo, laying it gently on top of his clothes before zipping the suitcase. He picked it up, heading straight for the nearest airport. He had a flight to catch and a boy to win back. He could hardly wait to see Harry and to explain himself. Vampires were naturally seductive and Draco himself had already been at least a little drunk off the firewhiskey shots he'd been tossing back every few minutes.
xXx
Jasper sat in his and Alice's room, staring out the window. He was extremely angry at himself for even allowing Alice stay behind. He hadn't wanted her to, but there really wasn't much he could've done about it. She wouldn't have come unless by force and he knew, with her, that wouldn't have gone over well. That boy was going to be his downfall, he could feel it. He didn't know why, or what he might tell his precious Alice, but whatever it was, he didn't have a good feeling about it. In fact, he had a very bad feeling about it.
There was something off about that boy. He held a certain aura around him that reminded him a lot of that night he'd had sex with that blond. Where he'd felt that same aura had been when someone had walked in on them. He hadn't stayed around to see who it was. His eyes widened in shock. "He knows who I am," he said, shaking his head in distress. "Why did I realize that?" he wondered, not noticing that Emmett was standing outside his door. He was confused, but he didn't respond to Jasper, knowing the man wanted to be alone. Or he had said so when he came home, anger radiating off of him, without Alice.
(A/N: Chapter three. It's shorter than I had originally planned, but hey I'm tired and I didn't really know what else to say right then. Oh well, Read and review, if you please. I really liked this chapter. The story is starting to get good. What will happen with Harry and Jacob? How will Jasper and Alice's talk go? Will Draco win Harry back? You'll have to wait and see. Lots of love, Randie Jo (: )
