Title: To be with you…Again.
Summary: A Certain quidditch player is hunting Draco's dream, reminding him of his painful past. Who is he?
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: I don't own them by any chance.
Chapter Three
The plane landed on London at exactly 11:05 in the morning. Estefan purposely waited for the blonde to finish gathering his things from his overhead compartment discreetly checking him out at process, while he pretended to look for his so-called 'lost' things. He noticed lots of changes in Draco's features, which all did him well. The blonde had grown at least 5'10'' to 6'0'', his hair is free from gel and is currently flowing freely at his face, ending just below his ear. 'Still beautiful.'
He also noticed that the stewardess are checking him out in a not so subtle ways which made him smirked. 'He probably wanted to be check out…' With a sigh, he added, 'still arrogant and conceited.'
Draco, on the other hand is intentionally dragging his sexy ass slowly, along with his things. He knew that the Harry-look-alike is watching him carefully. 'Typical Harry' he thought then stopped. 'Not Harry.' He reminded himself once more, 'not Harry.' He have to smile, apparently when he froze, he was midway picking up his fallen Parker Pen on the carpeted floor, showing his cute and irresistible butt to everyone fortunate, which happened to be the stewardess. He felt 'him' smirked. 'A very Harry thing to do…'
The two of them were the last to get off the plane, both of them making a grand entrance to the airport. Draco was shocked, so much shocked when he found out who 'he' really is. 'Seeker of Chudley Cannons, the world's fastest rising Quidditch Team-Estefan Scott.' His insides flutter. 'Ron's favorite Quidditch team, Harry's dream job…' He inhaled deeply, calming himself. 'Can it be?'
The blonde saw Hermione running to him with one of her bear hugs. Smiling, he dropped his body bag and with wide arms open waited for the former Gryffindor's incoming hug.
"Draco!" was the last thing he heard before he was blinded with an apple scented, honey hair that was Hermione.
"How are you?" Draco asked eagerly, returning her hug. He was so overwhelmed. He miss them so much. Merlin! He felt like this is his home. Like Harry's waiting for him somewhere.
"I'm good! I'm good…you? How are you? I miss you!" She answered smiling too widely. "And you've totally grown. And more…handsome!"
"Top-notch model, Mione'!" Draco informed her.
"So I've heard! Congratulations gorgeous." Hermione grinned proudly at him.
'Thank you, ma'am." The said model bowed gracefully and flashed her his award-winning smile.
Hermione smirked at him incredulously, "Still the gentle man, I see…" they both smiled at each other.
"Got your bags?"
"Baggage claim…where's Ron?" Draco asked curiously.
Hermione thought for a second and answered, "Out there, somewhere…he heard from someone that a player from his favorite team just arrived." Draco just shook his head.
"Estefan, Seeker of Chudley Cannons? We shared a plane."
"Oh really?" the woman asked interested. "How was he? Never saw him."
"You'll probably laugh at me…" Draco gave her a shy smile. They were standing and waiting at the baggage claim.
Hermione looked at him, bewildered. Draco was anything but shy. "Right…and you're acting like a school girl with a crush…"
He stared at her, stunned. 'A school girl?' He was, to say the least-indignant. 'What?"
"You'll probably laugh at me..." Hermione mocked all the while pretending to be shy, covering half her face. This made the blonde laugh.
"That was horrible! I do not…will never be like that…that's…that's…mortifying!"
"Oh give it a rest. What's he like?"
"He…well, he…" Draco fidgeted. Hermione was getting the feeling that it's more than a crush. "He resembled Harry, very much…" He blurted out.
She watched him disbelievingly. "That couldn't be…" She seemed to be ranting to herself then she stopped and recomposed herself. "It could be possible…isn't it?"
The man shrugged. "I thought of that…there's lot of concealing charms in the world…but it's feasible…'best' seeker…Chudley Cannons?"
Hermione stared at him, weighing the possibilities. "But it could be…just a coincidence…it could be nothing…it could…be anything…"
Draco nodded. "I know that too…but I felt something…something I haven't felt for a long time since Harry left…his presence, as if he's just in front of me…" he explained, his voice quiet and calm, filled with melancholy. "And I saw…not so much, but it was there none the less…recognition."
"Recognition?" Hermione asked softly.
"Of his feelings…of me…it was gone too soon but…it was there."
The bags came tumbling out of the machine, distracting them. They caught sight of the blonde's suitcase, which was of course, big.
"You ok? Are you going to do something about it?"
Draco smiled. "Yeah, I'm good. What is there to do? There must be a reason why he did it…let's just leave it that."
Hermione shuddered. Draco is still in pain. 'Hell, we all are.' She just hoped Harry have a reason good enough as to why 'he did it', as Draco put it. "But don't you want to…"
"No…he'll come back. I know it…" 'I hope for it, wish for it, pray for it.' Draco added.
She just nodded and allowed him some peace of mind.
~*~
The hotel Draco will be staying is luxurious. It's a crescent-shaped building, just a couple of blocks away from Leaky Cauldron. It's a majestic palace, built in the year 1971. A massive glass door leads into an airy, spacious, prodigal in the use of gold paint and exotic colors lobby. The three of them entered and were swept off their feet at the sight. But they at least tried to act like 'normal' people by hiding their astonished faces. Well of course Draco is not so surprised. He'd been to places like this, but this is just…breath taking. The right side was furnished like a living room. Beige and blood red silk pillows accent deep armchairs and sofas. And on the left side is where the bars were located.
"Wow…this place is really, really gorgeous." Hermione whispered more to herself.
Draco nodded in affirmation. "Someone told me about this place. Actually, I was once offered a room here for free."
"Really? What'd you do with it?" Ron asked, still admiring the place.
"I didn't accept it, of course. I never wanted to be here, remember?"
"Yeah, we do." Hermione smiled at him. "Now go and register, we'll wait for you here." He nodded curtly and went to the counter. His baggage carried by a bellboy.
Hermione and Ron were lounging on the couches, waiting. The redhead's eyes were all the while roaming. Just as expected, he became restless. He stood and went to the balcony opposite from where they're sitting. From there, the hotel's pool can be viewed. But what interest Ron were the people in it. Oh no, not ladies in bikini but men. Men with six packs and lean bodies.
"Bollocks." He whispered, surprised.
'What? What is it?" Hermione asked, eyes scanning from one place to another, looking for any sign of danger. When she found nothing, she sighed in relief and followed her husband's eyes. She snorted. "Ron…we maybe having a problem."
"Hmmm…what?" He asked in daze.
"Our marriage…" Came a reply.
"Huh? What about it?" He asked, pointing his left finger on every guy, smiled widening as he ticked his fingers off one by one.
"You're gay…"
This caught Ron's attention. He stared at his wife bewildered. "How could I be gay, Mione'? You're my wife! I'm not gay!"
"Ah-huh…" Hermione just nodded along.
"Weasley, I didn't know you're…" Said a drawling voice from behind. Draco scanned the view, smirking, "batting from our side of the team…" He finished teasingly.
"No! No, no…I'm not!" Ron blurted indignantly. "That's Chudley Cannons!"
"What?" Draco asked lamely, his voice trembling.
"Chudley Cannons? Quidditch team? Fastest rising team in UK? Hello?"
"We know that Ron." Hermione said, taking the blonde's arms. "Come on Draco, let's get you to your room." The slytherin only nodded.
They were waiting for the elevator shaft when the lobby door burst open, revealing Estefan Scott with some of the eager press. Draco's world seem to spin, he knew he was about to faint.
"He's here!" Ron squeaked, delighted.
Hemione glared at him and tried to get a glimpse of this 'Seeker.' And when she did, her blood run cold. 'He does resembles Harry.' She wanted to go and talk to him, ask him...anything...'Maybe he is Harry...' She shook her head and remembered Draco's state. She hurriedly pressed the up button. "Come on you piece of…"
Draco on the other hand didn't look. He's flabbergasted. He'd been praying to the gods to not see him again. But, alas! Guess who's residing to where he is? Chudley Cannons! Well, they didn't hear his prayers all right. But then again, when did they ever? That's why he never had a religion to begin with. Fortunately for him, the elevator door slid open, the three of them stepped in as the passengers exited. They have to drag Ron inside with them though.
Just as when the doors about to close, Draco glanced at Estefan's way. He located him despite the people surrounding him. He felt his blood heat up. 'He's starring! He's starring at me!' But he froze. 'He caught me looking!' The doors closed and what he saw made his heart flutter. "He smiled at me!" He whispered, breathlessly and blushing.
"What is that?" The blonde had the grace to blush a deeper shade of red.
"Nothing."
~*~
The seeker was not at all attentive to the people around him. He wanted nothing more but to be near the blonde. 'Damn it! I was planning to avoid this by staying behind…" He sighed heavily as he entered the lobby. The ride from airport to the hotel was quick, which suited him perfectly. He planned on following Draco to where he stays. Fortunately, they'll be staying on the same hotel, much to his delight.
He quickly scanned the spacious hall, looking for the familiar platinum hair that hunts his dream. He caught sight of him, which made him sigh in relief. From that moment on, he knew he couldn't live without the blonde. He couldn't continue living a lie. He planned on getting him back. When Draco entered the elevator shaft, he prepared his most dazzling smile and just as the door closes onto the Slytherin, Draco glanced up at him and he quickly flash him his smile. He was rewarded with a blushing Malfoy before the door closed entirely.
Satisfied, he started moving again, intending to get some rest. 'I'm yours, Dray and I'm coming back…wait for me.'
To Be Continued…
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