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Chapter Four

Harry fixed the sleeves of his t shirt before running a lazy hand through his hair.

It was get rather out of his hands and he couldn't be bothered to have it cut. He suddenly remembered that year when Hermione tried to cut it, and he smiled slightly. He missed her, a lot, but he still wasn't ready to talk to her. Sooner or later, someone would find out he was back, she'd hear about it, and maybe she'd come to him; maybe. If she did, he'd be ready for the wrath that is Hermione, he felt he'd easier get through that than going to her himself.

And then there was Ron.

Ron he felt would be a bit more complicated. Best not to think about that.

Harry wrinkled his nose as he stared at himself in the mirror beside his closet. He had no clue where Malfoy was taking him, so he settled for a simple green t-shirt and jeans.

When he saw Malfoy standing outside his door he figured it was something about the case, Malfoy asking him to lunch was the last thing he expected.

What bothered him most was that he actually looked forward to it.

"So, Malfoy," Harry folded his arms as he walked back into the front room; Draco tried not to flinch at the sound of his last name again, "where to?"

"You know, to be honest it just occurred to me no one knows you're here." Draco raised his eyebrow.

Harry shrugged. "They're gonna find out eventually."

"So you're perfectly fine going to lunch... in public ... with me ... a Malfoy ... and supposed former Death Eater?"

Harry smiled at him again. "Imagine the look on Rita Skeeter's face when she hears this one."

Ha. Draco almost roared with laughter. "She'll probably say something completely the opposite about what this is actually about."

"What could she possibly say?"

"Come on, it's Rita Skeeter. She'll say anything, and I mean anything."

Harry knew exactly what Rita Skeeter was like. Not to mention, he would have enjoyed hexing her into the next century. Was she seriously still writing for the papers? Rather, lying for the papers? "I don't really care what she's going to say." Harry huffed. "So, we going or what?"

Draco was about to mention what about his friends but he hesitated to. He remembered Harry's reaction the last time he brought it up, and figured it would only ruin lunch with Harry, and he'd rather not have that happen, so he settled for, "Okay, let's go."

"Go where?"

Draco grabbed Harry's arm and apparated.

Draco held back a gasp and instantly regretted touching Harry.

Obviously the rumors about him being not as magically powerful as everyone thought were just rumors. Draco felt it when he had touch him.

For a split second Draco wondered if just a casual touch felt like this, he couldn't imagine what it would be like to touch him intimately.

When they finally apparated, Draco immediately dropped his hand. Harry didn't say anything, maybe only Draco felt it? But he highly doubted it.

"Merlin's beard, Malfoy!" Harry fixed his glasses as he glared at Draco. "You could have warned me."

"Sorry." Draco tried not to grin.

"Where are we?" Harry turned on his heels before facing Draco again.

"You know, you ask a lot of questions." Draco smiled. "It's a great place, how bout that, come."

Harry followed Draco into the building. It was rather busy, but not too noisy. Harry peered around the room and realized he didn't recognize anyone. He didn't even think they were wizards or witches.

"Mr. Malfoy." A tall, young woman appeared in front of them. "Nice to see you again." She looked back at Harry, then back to Draco. There was no hint of recognition in her eyes, and Harry wasn't sure if he was relieved or annoyed. "And you've got company this time." She smiled at winked at Harry, before walking off. "Your table's this way, Mr Malfoy."

"You called ahead?" Harry's hot breath touched Draco's neck and he tried not to spin around and pull the other man to his lips. Screw the people sitting at their tables.

"Again with the questions." Draco smirked. "I always have a table here."

"I'll get you two a menu." The woman smiled and strolled towards the counter.

"I hope you like Italian food."

Harry bit hit lip.

I wish he wouldn't do that, Draco thought.

"I love it. It's my favorite actually."

"Good."

After what felt like forever, Harry finally decided on something while Draco had already chosen before. Malfoy had so many questions on the tip of his tongue he was surprised he didn't choke.

Harry looked everywhere but at him, and he tried hard not to hide his disappointment and annoyance.

"A muggle place?" Harry finally broke the silence. "I never would have thought."

Draco grinned. "Why's that?"

Harry shrugged. "You didn't exactly seem like their biggest fan."

"People change." Draco shifted uncomfortably in his chair before leaning forward and silently clasping his hands together as he trailed his eyes over Harry's face. "You seemed to have changed Harry."

"What do you mean by Harry Potter's back?" The man glowered at the woman sitting at the other end of the table. "How are you even sure?"

"I saw him."

The man growled. "Why haven't I heard about this?"

"No one knows he's here." The woman said nonchalantly.

"Yet you've seen him? How are you even certain it's him."

"Potter thinks he's smart." The woman scoffed. "He hasn't been using magic, obviously, so he isn't really bringing any attention to himself. But I know what I saw, no one else has a scar like that."

"And where did you see him?"

The woman grinned. A hint of mischief sparkled in her eyes. "You'll never guess."

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