Chapter 2
When the sun was just below the horizon Harry looked up from the spot on the floor he was scrubbing (it was a different spot.there seemed to be a lot of them) and said to Draco
"Are you hungry?"
Draco looked over from behind the bar and said
"A little, I guess." His stomach growled at the obvious lie. Draco looked down a blushed.
"And by a little I mean famished." He said, smiling.
"I know a pub a short ways from here, would you like to go?" Harry asked, hopeful.
"Erm, yeah I guess." Draco said nervously.
"Lets go then." Harry said, pulling on his socks and his trainers. He rolled down his pants and put on his jacket. Draco did the same thing. They put the buckets, mops, rags, and other cleaning tools and products away quickly and left the slightly cleaner soon-to-be-coffee-shop. Harry locked the door behind them and the started down the block. Draco followed close behind, looking around nervously. "Worried someone will see you with Harry Potter, Evil Griffyndor Prat?" Harry asked, picking up on Draco's skittish behavior.
"No, just worried about being seen period." Draco mumbled, looking over his shoulder.
Harry raised a questioning eyebrow at Draco and Draco just shrugged. Harry was about to ask Draco what he meant by shrugging but they had arrived in front of the pub. They walked inside and were assaulted with a blast of unintelligible noise. They sat down at the bar and Harry ordered a beer and shepherd's pie. Draco ordered beer and bangers and mash. (A/N Draco eating one of my favorite foods.can't go wrong there.okay back to the story)
"So how'd you know Kolo?" Harry asked, trying to strike up a conversation.
"I was.sick.once and he helped me back on my feet." Draco replied distantly. "How did you meet the old guy?" Draco asked, coming back down to earth.
"When I first moved out of the wizarding world and into the muggle one I didn't have any friends or anyplace to stay. He let me live with him for about a week. He help me get an apartment above his, and by then I had grown to like him so much that I ended up visiting him every day. I wonder who the lucky girl was." Harry had a reminiscing feeling to his voice.
"What lucky girl?" Draco asked, now fully engrossed.
"The one he eloped with." Harry said, his tone making the statement sound like it should have began or ended with 'Duh.'
"Eloped?" Draco pushed.
"Kolo eloped, he moved to Florida. That's why he gave me-us the coffee shop. Didn't you get a letter or something?" Harry asked, his bewilderment evident on his face.
"So that's why Kolo left! He never told me he was in love. He just handed me a key attached to a note card with and address on the back. He said it was a business opportunity."
"Business opportunity indeed." Harry said, just as there food had arrived.
They ate in silence. When they were halfway done with their meals Draco said
"You know, its funny, when people really enjoy something familiar, like bangers and mash, they always say something like 'Just like mum use to make' but my mum never cooked anything in her whole life."
Harry chuckled and said "Wonder if my mum could cook. I recon she couldn't cos my aunt is a horrible cook."
Draco looked at him surprised, last time he checked, the only time Harry ever talked about his parents was with a deadened voice and a depressed look in his eyes. Draco was not the only one who dealt with his past in the six years they hadn't seen each other.
"Do you live here in London?" Harry asked.
"Yes, right around here actually." Draco said, taking another bite of his mashed potatoes. (A/N YUMMY!!!!!)
"Muggle or Wizard part?" Harry asked, sipping his ale.
Draco shuddered involuntarily.
"Muggle." Draco said quietly.
Harry looked up from his meal and stared at Draco. 'A Malfoy living and interacting with Muggles every day? That can't be right.' Harry thought and then. 'A Malfoy owning a business with a Potter? Not bloody likely.'
There was a silence that stretched between them and seemed to last much longer than it actually did.
"I never thanked you for saving my life."
"Thank you for saving me."
Draco and Harry said at exactly the same time. The looked up from their dinner plates and Harry said
"I didn't save your life."
"You killed my father. It's the same thing. When I.saved you, it was just payment." When had this conversation that had been about a mutual friend turned into a 'Things-I've always-wanted-to-say-but-never-got-a- chance-to' conversation?
Harry didn't want to go down that path. There were so many things that Harry wanted to say to Draco, things he knew he didn't have the courage to let out of his heart and into words. (A/N HINT HINT HINT HINT!)
Draco checked his watch and sighed. It was getting late. He didn't usually stay out after dark. Draco liked being in Harry's company, but the discussion had taken an uncomfortable turn. It was time to leave.
The left some money on the table, a little too much maybe but it wasn't like they didn't have any money to spare.
They put on their jackets and exited the pub. Outside the wooden door they stood facing each other. They shook hangs and they parted ways, Draco going home and Harry going to the subway, both with considerably more on there minds than before.
*A/N Okay I'm working on spacing it out more. I'm not sure how exactly. Also, I'll try and put in more detail. What exactly do you want detail about? I'm not sure how to give you details about London cos I've never ever been there. Suggestions? Reviews? You know you want to! Whilst you're waiting for me to post another chappie you can read my other story. It's a Draco/Ginny with and actual plot (I'm not sure if this one will have too great of a plot, no battling Moldy Shorts or anything) Um my other story is called In the Heart, In the Veins, On the Mind. Thanks to those who reviewed
When the sun was just below the horizon Harry looked up from the spot on the floor he was scrubbing (it was a different spot.there seemed to be a lot of them) and said to Draco
"Are you hungry?"
Draco looked over from behind the bar and said
"A little, I guess." His stomach growled at the obvious lie. Draco looked down a blushed.
"And by a little I mean famished." He said, smiling.
"I know a pub a short ways from here, would you like to go?" Harry asked, hopeful.
"Erm, yeah I guess." Draco said nervously.
"Lets go then." Harry said, pulling on his socks and his trainers. He rolled down his pants and put on his jacket. Draco did the same thing. They put the buckets, mops, rags, and other cleaning tools and products away quickly and left the slightly cleaner soon-to-be-coffee-shop. Harry locked the door behind them and the started down the block. Draco followed close behind, looking around nervously. "Worried someone will see you with Harry Potter, Evil Griffyndor Prat?" Harry asked, picking up on Draco's skittish behavior.
"No, just worried about being seen period." Draco mumbled, looking over his shoulder.
Harry raised a questioning eyebrow at Draco and Draco just shrugged. Harry was about to ask Draco what he meant by shrugging but they had arrived in front of the pub. They walked inside and were assaulted with a blast of unintelligible noise. They sat down at the bar and Harry ordered a beer and shepherd's pie. Draco ordered beer and bangers and mash. (A/N Draco eating one of my favorite foods.can't go wrong there.okay back to the story)
"So how'd you know Kolo?" Harry asked, trying to strike up a conversation.
"I was.sick.once and he helped me back on my feet." Draco replied distantly. "How did you meet the old guy?" Draco asked, coming back down to earth.
"When I first moved out of the wizarding world and into the muggle one I didn't have any friends or anyplace to stay. He let me live with him for about a week. He help me get an apartment above his, and by then I had grown to like him so much that I ended up visiting him every day. I wonder who the lucky girl was." Harry had a reminiscing feeling to his voice.
"What lucky girl?" Draco asked, now fully engrossed.
"The one he eloped with." Harry said, his tone making the statement sound like it should have began or ended with 'Duh.'
"Eloped?" Draco pushed.
"Kolo eloped, he moved to Florida. That's why he gave me-us the coffee shop. Didn't you get a letter or something?" Harry asked, his bewilderment evident on his face.
"So that's why Kolo left! He never told me he was in love. He just handed me a key attached to a note card with and address on the back. He said it was a business opportunity."
"Business opportunity indeed." Harry said, just as there food had arrived.
They ate in silence. When they were halfway done with their meals Draco said
"You know, its funny, when people really enjoy something familiar, like bangers and mash, they always say something like 'Just like mum use to make' but my mum never cooked anything in her whole life."
Harry chuckled and said "Wonder if my mum could cook. I recon she couldn't cos my aunt is a horrible cook."
Draco looked at him surprised, last time he checked, the only time Harry ever talked about his parents was with a deadened voice and a depressed look in his eyes. Draco was not the only one who dealt with his past in the six years they hadn't seen each other.
"Do you live here in London?" Harry asked.
"Yes, right around here actually." Draco said, taking another bite of his mashed potatoes. (A/N YUMMY!!!!!)
"Muggle or Wizard part?" Harry asked, sipping his ale.
Draco shuddered involuntarily.
"Muggle." Draco said quietly.
Harry looked up from his meal and stared at Draco. 'A Malfoy living and interacting with Muggles every day? That can't be right.' Harry thought and then. 'A Malfoy owning a business with a Potter? Not bloody likely.'
There was a silence that stretched between them and seemed to last much longer than it actually did.
"I never thanked you for saving my life."
"Thank you for saving me."
Draco and Harry said at exactly the same time. The looked up from their dinner plates and Harry said
"I didn't save your life."
"You killed my father. It's the same thing. When I.saved you, it was just payment." When had this conversation that had been about a mutual friend turned into a 'Things-I've always-wanted-to-say-but-never-got-a- chance-to' conversation?
Harry didn't want to go down that path. There were so many things that Harry wanted to say to Draco, things he knew he didn't have the courage to let out of his heart and into words. (A/N HINT HINT HINT HINT!)
Draco checked his watch and sighed. It was getting late. He didn't usually stay out after dark. Draco liked being in Harry's company, but the discussion had taken an uncomfortable turn. It was time to leave.
The left some money on the table, a little too much maybe but it wasn't like they didn't have any money to spare.
They put on their jackets and exited the pub. Outside the wooden door they stood facing each other. They shook hangs and they parted ways, Draco going home and Harry going to the subway, both with considerably more on there minds than before.
*A/N Okay I'm working on spacing it out more. I'm not sure how exactly. Also, I'll try and put in more detail. What exactly do you want detail about? I'm not sure how to give you details about London cos I've never ever been there. Suggestions? Reviews? You know you want to! Whilst you're waiting for me to post another chappie you can read my other story. It's a Draco/Ginny with and actual plot (I'm not sure if this one will have too great of a plot, no battling Moldy Shorts or anything) Um my other story is called In the Heart, In the Veins, On the Mind. Thanks to those who reviewed