After a really motherfucking' long hiatus, I'm back and ready for writing!
If y'all are wondering why I haven't updated in oh... 3 years... I will update my profile with the whole bleeding' story, in the meantime I'm getting this show on the road!
Much thanks to all my reviewers, of whom I shall write a special thank you to soon.
Menace to Society, Invitation to my Heart.
Chapter 4- A Chance Encounter
Harry sighed... for now was the Winter... scratch that, Summer of his discontent...
He turned over in his bed in the Leaky Cauldron. After the Durlsey's had banished him for all eternity and then some from the house on Privet Drive, he was forced to rent a room in the pub to stay in for the few days remaining in his vacation.
"I don't give a damn if there is some sort of Hiddly-Diddly evil wizard after you, you're out and NEVER coming back!" Vernon Dursley yelled. It was quite beyond Harry what Hiddly-Diddly meant, but he understood the rest of the sentence perfectly- the Dursleys had gotten too weirded out by him, and had finally thrown him out.
No matter... thought Harry, Wasn't as though I was going to stick around the second I became of age anyway...
Harry sighed. Loosing his so-called home wasn't too bad... really... he'd even owled Dumbledore to ask for advice. Dumbledore had said due to the term starting in a mere week and Voldemort lying low lately, it was safe to stay in the room he'd rented... as long as he stayed out of sight until he needed to purchase his books.
His books... well, nows a good a time as any really, no time like the present and all that nonsense. And with that Harry moved his arse out of bed and into some clothes and shoes to go shopping for this years necessary school supplies.
First, as always, he'd stopped by the bank to pick up some money needed, and a little extra should something catch his fancy.
He'd picked up the necessary books, and vowed to try extra-hard in potions to make his dreams of becoming an Auror a reality. After purchasing a few necessities for potions, as well as some special treats for Hedwig, he decided to by a new set of robes at the local store before heading back to his room.
As he was about to enter the shop, Harry noticed he wasn't the only one out for some new clothing, as Malfoy stood in the shop himself, being fussed over by what seemed to be an excitable blonde woman in leather pants. Harry shrugged. Malfoy has the right to buy robes, shouldn't stop me... Harry entered the shop.
Both Malfoy and the woman whom he was with looked at the door as he entered, and did a double take. Harry suddenly became self-conscious, and blushed slightly as he looked around. A witch who obviously worked there told Harry to make himself comfortable, they had a large order from the blonde gentleman and his Aunt and it would take a while to fill.
So the woman is his Aunt, well, I can see the family resemblance... Harry mused. He took the nearest empty seat, which was in front of the Malfoys. Harry took out a book for this year and began reading, if only to prevent himself from checking out Malfoy's behind, which was directly in front of Harry as Draco had turned around.
"Do you really think it looks alright?" Harry heard Draco ask, trying to ignore the other boy's presence in the shop.
"You look fabulous darling, he won't be able to keep his hands off you!" The woman squealed.
The first thing Harry noticed was that the woman was obviously from the states. The second was more peculiar-- Did she say HE would be unable to keep HIS hands off him? Thought Harry wildly. He tried to again eaves drop, but after an insistent hush from Draco, Harry could hear no more, so he went back to reading.
"All set!" Harry heard minutes later, from the same witch who had told him to take a seat. "Mr. Malfoy, it's been a pleasure, we hope you come back soon!"
"Indeed," said Malfoy's aunt, "the service here was quite admirable! We shall return!"
"Thank you very much. It's always a pleasure... Ms. Malfoy." spoke the witch again.
"Please, love, call me Laila."
"Right-o then. Laila. Draco, take care of yourself."
"I will. Thanks for your help."
Harry dropped the book he may or may not have been pretending to read. Did Malfoy just say thank you! He looked up, and nearly fell off his chair.
Malfoy was standing there, in an outfit. well... it was quite an outfit... Harry ogled. He was wearing a loose green robe, over a black dress shirt which clung nicely to his abs. He finished off the ensemble with some black jeans that accented his hips, and a pair of the suavest looking leather boots Harry had seen in his life. His hair, for once, hadn't been greased down, but looked casually underbrushed and silky. Damnit he's spotted me... thought Harry, Gods, he's seen me checking him out, but how can he blame me?
"Potter! Surprises abound today indeed..." Malfoy smiled. Not smirked, but smiled. Harry nearly toppled off his chair again. He's smiled at me, now I can die happy... Harry tried to smile back, but found the right side of his face had lost all contact with his brain. What he got was a lopsided grin.
"Malfoy," choked out Harry. "You're looking... well."
"Indeed." Enter the Malfoy Smirk (TM) "Have I introduced you to my aunt, Laila?" Said Draco, casually referring to the woman behind him, who stepped forward and smiled.
"Oh? You must be Harry Potter! It certainly is a pleasure" she grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously. "Ah yes, Draco certainly has spoken of you before." said Laila with a sly wink. Harry noticed that Malfoy blushed visibly at this remark, and was somewhat relieved that they were both embarrassed by the chance meeting.
"Oh but we must do lunch!" exclaimed Laila. "Come come, Harry, Drake, I know of this wonderful little family-owned deli, a little round the corner, it serves the best sandwiches!" Laila Malfoy sauntered out the door, and the two boys glanced at each other, Draco seeming amused. Harry just shrugged and, plans of purchasing robes forgotten, followed the woman out the door, and through Diagon alley. Draco, surprised yet secretly delighted by Harry's actions, followed Harry. Neither Laila nor Harry saw the gleam of happiness in Draco's eyes as he rushed to catch up to Harry, and maybe walk with him on the way to the restaurant. This may work out yet, thought Draco, catching Harry's eye and giving him a smile. Harry blushed, and grinned back nervously. This may just work out...
End Chapter 4!
Well, my first chapter written after a few-year long hiatus. What do you think, better, worse, all right, spiffy? Please review, and I'll update soon. :nod nod:
Sorry it was brief, but I haven't written in 2-3 years, so I haven't a clue if it's even good... hopefully my next chapter will be longer.
