Authors Note: Harry has turned into a nut which I agree with most of you people. Thus that is all part of the grand finale of this story…no-no-its not this chapter so hold your horses.-lots of love-your author
Harry walked out onto the sidewalk as the bell hop opened the heavy door to the apartment. He looked into the sky as the moon showed bright. The light from it cascaded upon the puddles that littered the streets from the rain storm that afternoon. He passed by the café smirking at the Americans sitting around small tables sipping their overly sugar made tea. The Americans always added spices and sugar as well as unneeded ingredients to their tea. It made it taste horrible-as if made of pure chemicals-in London Harry always had his tea pure with a single teaspoon of sugar and several drops of milk-enough to distill the bitter taste but a small amount enough in order to taste the bitter sweet flavor of the tea leaves or herbs whether it be chamomile or green tea.
"Blimey…" Harry squeaked suddenly as he stepped right into a puddle. He cursed a bit at the puddle until he noticed he was screaming none other than at himself. There he was a wavy reflection of the himself in the puddle-he looked destroyed and helpless-moreover close to suicide. There was fear in his eyes-fear of distress and fear of love.
"Gah...!" Harry pouted as he kicked the puddle letting water travel in all directions. He then proceeded on as he dug his hand into his pocket pulling out the post-it with Draco's address upon it. Nodding his head he went down to the subway.
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He finally arrived in front of his destination. The apartment wasn't all that shabby nor was it five star quality.
"Let's check out his living quarters…" Harry whispered to himself as opened the door to the lobby. The man at the front desk was sleeping as classical music filled the room. Taking small steps without waking the man he tip-toes towards the elevator. He stepped inside pushing the button to the tenth floor as it stated upon the post-it. The tenth floor was dim as house plants decorated the corners and the light fixtures were dimmed. He looked at the yellow post-it once more as it had a scribble that stated "apartment 10H". Harry smirked this is all being spoon-fed to me…How nice of Ron to do so… Harry walked down to the end of the hallway as the apartment door 10H caught his eye. The gold letters shined in spite of the lack of lighting within the hallway. He knocked upon the door as he could hear classical music being played within the apartment. The record that was being played suddenly stopped as he heard footsteps arriving towards the door. Harry quickly reacted as he heard the locks being unlocked-he took out his wand and pointed it at himself muttering something at the top of his head; thankfully it worked as he dissolved in thin air- becoming unseen. Just at that same moment Draco whipped open the door to see no one in sight. He had a cigarette in his mouth as the fumes from it fluttered into the air above him. His hair was ruffled from lack of brushing it, he was wearing a blue t-shirt with bleach stains on it and had jeans that were torn at its bottoms.
"-ello…?" he called out into the corridor.
There was no answer.
Draco pouted and head back inside to his apartment. There were ashtrays in every corner stocked with butted cigarettes. The living room had a stack of magazines next to the couch and he had a fresh New York Times upon the counter that had a just finished cigarette next to it. The apartment looked like depressed a poets' or mad artists'-it was a pure mess and not taken care of. Draco just plopped himself into his leather couch throwing the cigarette between his index and pointed finger into his blown-glass ashtray. He pounded his head against his hand and exhaled long and thoroughly-he couldn't go on any longer.
Harry smiled as he dissolved back into the corridor visible once again. Well this is that little bastards living quarters…where he sleeps and eats and lounges around like a stupid arse…this is where he lives…ha-and this is where he shall die.
Harry smirked as he head back towards the elevator…he needed to brush up on several things mainly his defenses and attacks-he was going to kill Draco slowly and painfully. He got into the elevator clutching his wand at his chest-his prized possession-his key to banishing that little blonde bastard from his and Hermione's lives. He was going to practice day and night no matter what until he got it straight-he hadn't prepared for such a kill until the last time he fought the Dark Lord….