Title: Treasures of Old

By: Adarial Ciao

Summary: The War ended 7 years ago, and since then, Harry has exiled himself from the Wizarding world. He lives alone in a small flat in muggle London, and slowly, loneliness starts to overcome him. But when someone from his past comes back into the picture, his life takes a turn....for the better? Let's hope so!

Disclaimer: Not mine. Jk's. Plot (ha! plot, thats funny) mine.

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Chapter Three

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"You know, when Hermione told me that you did this sort of thing, I really didn't believe her. But after she had convinced me, I thought this was the perfect opportunity to...catch up, if you will", said Draco smoothly. All Harry could do was stare in shock as Draco Malfoy stood but three feet away from him, a smirk on his pale pink lips.

"Y-y-you! It's you!", Harry stuttered after he had regained control of his senses. Well, most of them anyway. He still lacked coherent thought.

"Yes. Me. Very good Potter" replied Draco, his smirk turning into a smile as he laughed at the flustered Harry. When he had asked Hermione if she had any suggestions for contractors, the last name he had expected to hear coming from her lips was Harry Potter. It had been seven years since the Wizarding world had heard any solid news of him, and as far as anybody knew, he was dead. Learning, however, that he was merely in hiding amongst the muggles, Draco was blown away. He had immediately jumped at the chance to see the Boy Wonder, and now that he was here, standing right in front of him, he could barely believe his eyes. The Boy Who Lived was now a stunning man. He was taller, about the same size as himself, Draco guessed, and he had filled out considerably from their school days. He appeared to be nicely muscled under that plain white shirt and flattering form fitting jeans. His infamous hair was just as messy as he remembered, hiding the lightening bolt scar from view. Though hidden behind those hideous glasses, Draco could see how dull his once brilliant emerald eyes were. And though Draco thought Harry looked incredibly handsome, he had to admit that he looked weak and weary. Hermione was right, he was withering away slowly from his lonliness.

Noticing that Harry was looking at him oddly, he realised that he must have been staring. Well, what did Harry expect? He hadn't seen the boy-scratch that- man in seven years. Some staring was to be expected.

"So, Potter, do you care to elaborate on exactly why you have exiled yourself in the muggle world?", asked Draco to break the slightly uncomfortable silence that had fallen on them.

"Well, Malfoy, that's not exactly something I want to share with you. It's not like you care anyway! Are you really the bloke I'm supposed to be meeting here?", asked an incredulous Harry. He knew he recognised that voice! Never, though, did it cross his mind that it would belong to Draco Malfoy. Like practically the entired magical world, he hadn't seen Draco in seven years, and though they had parted on fairly stable termes (their rivalry had turned into friendly banter once Draco joined the Order) it was almost unnerving to see him here, now, standing before him in a smart black sweater that hugged his lithe frame and simple gray trousers. His hair was slightly longer than it was in their school days, but still gelled back. /I supposed some things never change/ thought Harry. He still had the same smirk, though now it held more mirth rather than malice, and he was as sophisticated as ever.

"Yes. It's me. How have you been these past seven years?", questioned Draco curiously.

"Um. Fine I suppose. And yourself?", Harry replied cautiously. He was perplexed by Draco's behavior, he didn't remember him being so friendly, or so interested in his life. And catch up? Catch up on what? /Sure, we got along better, but that doesn't mean we were necessarily friends/ thought Harry to himself.

"Oh, I'm wonderful. Business is going great, so I decided to get myself a place of my own. Which is why I called you. Now what's this about a bid?", questioned Draco.

"Oh, um. The bid!" Harry had forgotten about the bid, too overcome by this new development."Well, I usually give a bid on jobs before I start. Just to know what I'm in for and to let you know what you're in for. I'll look at what's to be done then give you a price. You can pay then, or later. So, er, I suppose we should go on up and take a look", he finished. He went through this spiel with almost all of his customers, so it was a practically automatic answer.

"Alright, sounds like a plan. This doesn't take too long now, does it? Because I have a dinner meeting at 7:00 sharp. Can't be late, you know", said Draco as they made their way off the sidewalk and into the building.

"Well, if we hurry it wont. And I'm really curious as to how you are going to be using a whole apartment buidling for your personal use", said Harry, emphasising the term. He was just following Draco's lead, and taking it easy, pretending like encountering someone from your past was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Oh, I guess I didn't inform Hermione of this, but this whole place has been renovated.It's really great. The building is three stories all together, and the top floor has been made into one large flat, which I'll be living in as soon as you're done. The second and first floors are still individual flats, just a bit nicer and more modern. I think there are two per floor. Anyway, the second floor will be for my guests--my own little take on guest rooms, if you will. The first will be my personal offices. What do you think? I thought the whole idea was brilliant, myself", said Draco proudly. /Nope, hasn't changed a bit./

"Great I suppose. Functional. Well, if you have to be somewhere, I suppose we better get started", prompted Harry, and with that they went to the first apartment, slowly becoming acclamated to each other.

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At 6:00, the two exited the building together, feeling much more comfortable than before. They had chatted easily for the duration of the bid, talking about everything from Hogwarts to Draco's relationship with Hermione. /I guess we really did catch up.Heh, imagine that/. Harry learned that Draco and Hermione were actually good friends, and they talked often. She helped do the accounting for Malfoy Inc., his realstate company. Apparently after Lucius died (Ron killed him during the War; it had brought a great feeling of justice to the entire Weasley clan), Draco had been determined to rejuvinate the family business, and restore the Malfoy name. Thus far he had succeeded, and decided that it was time he gave himself 'a little something', as he put it./Herm was right. He is very over the top/ he thought with with amusement.

Harry hadn't shared much. He didn't really know how. He had always had trouble trusting people, and as friendly and easy to talk to as Draco, he couldn't bring himself to confide in someone who he had spent seven years fighting with and another seven hiding from.

Draco's cell phone rang, breaking Harry from his thoughts. He may not have changed physically from their Hogwarts days, but he seemed to be a completely different Draco Malfoy. He was much more muggle friendly, owning many muggle devices, such as a car, cell phone, and a TV (which he claimed to best friends with). He even admitted to being in awe of muggles. He was amazed at how well they had managed to do without magic, himself being very dependent of it. Being friends with Hermione, and even Ron, was remarkable as well. Harry couldn't even count the numerous times that he had called Hermione 'mudblood', or attack at Ron's pride for being poor. Not to mention, Ron had killed his father, and he didn't seem to harbor any hard feelings about it. Harry guessed that they probably were never that close, not like Ron and his father.

Another thing that shocked Harry was how relaxed he was! Harry had always remembered Draco as a graceful, seroius person. But the man he had just spent an hour with was laid-back and mellow, though he still possessed the Malfoy grace. He moved elegantly with cat like strides, and had made Harry feel a bit inadequate with his short clumsy strides and tendancy to run into things. Draco, however, found Harry's ineptness quite amusing. He thought it rather comical and chuckled whenever Harry had tripped over his own feet.

"Hello...Yes it is....Mmhmm...I understand....Of course....perfectly understandable....Right....Okay.....Sounds like a plan...Goodbye, and thank you." Harry loved the sound of Draco's voice. It lulled him into a strange trance, standing there just listening to its smooth tone. He was pulled out of his stupor when Draco closed the flip of his flashy silver phone, and turned to him.

"Well, it appears that my client is unable to make our previous arrangement, meaning I'm free for the night. So, what are you doing this evening?" he asked, looking hopeful at the aspect of spending more time with the handsome man standing next to him.

"Oh, um, tonight. I'm er, doing, um. Nothing?" replied Harry, quite flustered. Draco's question had caught him completely off gaurd. He never did things like going out with friends to bars and the like. The most he did as far as a social life was chatting with Mrs. Marlow after work a bit (though that usually wasn't very pleasant) and meeting Hermione for lunch. So, being asked to do something other than go home and spend Friday night alone reading was quite a shock.

"Good. Because now, you're going out with me!" confirmed Draco brightlym, yet sternly, hinting to Harry that he was not getting out of this. He could tell that he wasn't used to going out from his reaction, but that didn't matter to him. It was about time Harry had some fun. From what Hermione had told him, this would be good for him.

"Oh, okay. Well, I need to stop by my flat then. I don't have any money, and I need to get changed," said Harry. He liked spending time with Draco, what was the harm in going out with him? Besides, Draco hadn't exactly given him a choice.

"Alright, I'll go with you. What's your address?" he said. Draco personally didn't think Harry needed to changed, he had always looked great in whatever he was in, including now, and money was of no issue; he planned on paying for whatever they would do tonight. But he wanted to see where Harry lived, so he consented.

"It's number 6b, Caldwell Avenue. I'll see you there", and with that, Harry apparated away.

"See you there, indeed", said Draco to himself as he followed suit. Yes, tonight was going to be an interesting night. He'd see to that.

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TBC

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a/n: Okay, well, sorry to inform anyone who was interested in this story, but I start back to school tomorrow, so updates will be less frequent. The next one, however, when it does come, should be longer than this chapter, and the previous one. So, until then, enjoy!