The Underground

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HIM GODDAMNIT!

Rating: PG-13 for swearing, and slash in later chapters.

Draco Malfoy got to the Underground station that was Elephant & Castle. When he entered the tube, he glanced around, and saw a young man who had jet black hair, and green eyes. He was familiar to Draco. It couldn't be him.

It was 6 years since Harry Potter vanished from the Wizarding World after finally defeating Voldemort. Not even his best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley were informed of where he was. No one knew. And the Ministry took it that he was probably dead.

Draco, of course, was shocked by this. About him vanishing. He thought that the Wizarding World was everything to Harry. Wasn't in the Wizarding World that Harry, was happy with his friends? Draco remembered that Harry always spent his Christmas hollidays with Ron and Hermione at Hogwarts.

Draco remembered alot actually. He, changed to the light side in the last second, when he was aware of the magic that Harry posessed. He already knew of all the stuff he could do. But not that kind of magic. Faith in saving the world. Love for his friends. That magic, Draco didn't have. He didn't have love, nor faith. So, he decided to change.

Of course, he never gave up all of his Slytherin-ness, wich was quite sad, as Hermione said 2 years ago, when they met in a Starbucks Café. He never saw her again since then.

Draco, however, gave up the stupid racism he had against muggles and muggle borns. The racism that was passed to him by his father, Lucius Malfoy. The man that wasn't really his father by heart. The man that hurt him hard, very hard. The man that was dead.

Draco was 23 now. He grew up. And he regreted all those years that he treated Harry so bad. He didn't deserve it at all. Draco was still feeling bad about this.

Remembering this made Draco feel depressed. But the rain always made him remind of Harry. The rain, thunderstorms, trees, leaves, sunset, stars. Nature. He always loved the smell of leaves, the noise of them cracking if you stepped on them, the sound of the wind that looked much like whispers. Little did he know that Harry loved the same things he loved too.

Draco glanced at the man beside him, and then he glanced at his forehead. Somehow, it made the green eyed man tense a bit.

'No scar. It couldn't be him'

The man sighed at Draco's staring. He knew Draco would find out who he was. Maybe he should never have return to London. Even if it was to see how it looked now. He missed England so much, that he couldn't resist in coming...

"Hi Draco" He said. Might as well stop with the staring himself.

Draco gasped.

"YOU!....This isn't fucking happening.." He managed to say.

Harry nodded. "Me, myself and I..." He sighed. "So, what's up?"

"What's up. Are you mad? You've been missing for 5 years, Potter, yes, that's right, 5 years! And all you can do is ask: What's up? And where is your scar?" He said, placing his pale open hand infront of Harry for him to count his fingers.

"Calm down Malfoy, I know how to count....." He said, while holding his laughter. "I missed you too....And my scar disappeared"

Draco could just die right there. 'He is actually thinking that this is funny.'

"You are insane.....what.....I'm....You know what? If we get out in the next station, wich is King's Cross/St.Pancreas, there's a Macdonald's across the street, and we could go there to talk...And I'm making you come with me." Draco said. 'Oh yes, making you....wait, WHAT?'

"Oooh, you're making me...Sounds perfect, I guess. Always loved Macdonald's." He said, while imagining those delicious burgers and fried chips.

Draco blinked several times. 'He is not normal....'

"Hey, this is the station." Said Harry while grabbing Draco's arm and pulling him.

"I'm coming, I'm coming....."

This was going to be very insteresting.

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I'm sorry for deleting my other story, but I really hated it.....so I decided to put a new one. Hehe. REVIEW!

-Ana