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Days Before You Came
Chapter 3: The Deep Black Sea
Following the happy couple into a small but inviting restaurant, Harry and Ron sat down facing Dean and Seamus at a bulky oak table. Hiding behind a menu Ron eagerly eyed the food that was on offer, but sighed and placed it back on the table when he caught a glimpse of the prices. A waitress stood at the end of their table smiling, holding a small notepad out ready to take their order.
"So what will it be boys?"
"Err…I will have garlic mushrooms for starters, and then the chicken sashu, and you will have?" Seamus asked, turning to Dean.
"The same," he replied.
"So two garlic mushrooms, and chicken sashu, and you two will have?" The friendly waitress asked the two other boys sat at the table, noting down the order so far.
"Ummm," Harry murmured, looking down the menu. "I will have…spaghetti bolognaise." She nodded, and then looked at Ron.
"Does that come with free bread?" Ron asked the waitress who nodded in reply. "I will have that to then."
"Is that all?" The waitress asked them, in a polite manner.
"Could we have a bottle of your house special wine?" Seamus asked her.
"Certainly," she noted down the order, gathered the menus, and walked up to the counter to give their order to the chef.
"Wow, this place sure is nice." Harry said breaking the silence, looking around the room avidly. They nodded in agreement, whilst Ron chewed on a piece of bread distantly, looking out of an arched window. "So," Harry looked at Dean and Seamus, and smiled benevolently. "How did you two meet?"
"Well," Dean answered, "We went to secondary school and we where inseparable friends even back then, and then we went to the same college together..." Looking over Harry's shoulder, he smiled brightly, and stood up, gesturing to someone behind Harry. A woman, about the same age as them, welcomed the two boys in a hug.
"How have you two been?" She asked them, eagerly looking at the two.
"Fine, fine…sit," Dean said, pushing Seamus up the row to make room for their friend, and patted the space now free next to him. Sitting down graciously, she smiled at Ron and Harry.
"This is Ron," Seamus said, pointing to the blushing boy sitting beside Harry, "and this is Harry."
"How nice to meet you," she said, shaking hands with Harry then leaning over the table to shake hands with Ron. "I'm Hermione Granger," she said, smiling down at Ron.
"Hi…" Ron muttered once she let go of his hand.
"Mione, we were just telling them how we got together," Dean said to the girl sitting next to him. Laughing, she shook her head.
"If it wasn't for me, these two imbeciles wouldn't have realised a damn thing. I had to lock them in a cupboard for Christ sake, which was smaller than this very table, for them to snog and get it over with," Hermione explained, finding the memory to be funny once again.
"So how about you two, seeing anyone?" Seamus asked Ron and Harry.
"Err, no…not anymore," Harry murmured.
"How about you?" Hermione asked looking at Ron, "Are you going out with any one?" She asked questioningly, smiling sweetly.
"No...No, definitely not," Ron answered quickly.
"Well, we have something in common then," Hermione said smiling at the boy across the table. Dean, Harry and Seamus chatted amongst themselves, whilst Ron and Hermione where bonding over the table. Seamus smiled at the two thoughtfully, and squeezed Dean's hand contentedly.
"I'm just going to have a smoke," Harry announced, standing up and leaving through arched doors and out of sight.
Draco Malfoy solemnly walked to the first class restaurant, walking past a small restaurant filled with laughter, and coming to a stand still, when he glanced inside to spot his father. He was sat around an elongated oval table, with many of his associates gathered around; one seat unaccounted for, between his father, and Charles Parkinson's daughter, Pansy.
Walking past the two men holding the grand doors open, he walked past many tables that talked in an orderly fashion, and spoke in a monotone. The table he was soon to join, he found was no different, as he sat down and listened to his father's conversation with Mr. Parkinson about business as usual. His father didn't acknowledge his presence, he just carried on talking about business deals and future work plans, knowing what he really meant by 'everything is going smoothly.'
He stared at Pansy, hating the fact that she looked calm and collected and the fact that she was not looking how he felt. He couldn't stand that, she was fussing over his marred hand quietly, when he took a gulp of his blood red wine.
Standing up without a word, his father sneering at him to sit down, he walked out of the restaurant, a wave of fresh air claming him down slightly…but not enough. Angrily he walked at a pace you could mistaken it for running, until his hands grasped cold metal, and he looked down at the lashing waves that looked so inviting to end his tribulation.
His silver watch hit the rail, as he stepped up onto one of the rails, and gained a better look at the deep black sea. His head bowed and his hair tucked behind his ear fell in front of his face, blocking any sight left or right, the thrashing sea visible, and nothing else.
Harry Potter took a drag of his cigarette, and tilted his head to the side when he felt and heard the rail vibrate. He noticed the boy who he saw earlier that day, leaning over the rails, his shoulders tense and noticeably unsettled. He couldn't comprehend why such a handsome young man would be alone, outside in the cold, watching the waves, looking so helpless and distraught, compared to how strong and vigorous he looked earlier.
Shaking his head, he turned to stare at the sea that the boy seemed so fascinated about looking at, and watched it lap eagerly against the boat, and crash back into the sea. Blowing some smoke out of his mouth, he turned his head once more to look at the boy, and almost dropped his cigarette. The boy was almost stood up on the highest rail, staring avidly at the waters depth. His body leaned forward even more, until his abdomen was almost touching the metal bar.
"Don't do it!" Harry proclaimed now a few metres away from him at the most. He tuned his head to the side, and his eyebrow rose seeing Harry for the first time.
"Don't do what exactly?" The boy asked, looking at Harry sideways. "Jump?" He let go of the bars, and spread his arms out beside him, which made the other boy move hastily closer. Stepping of the bar elegantly, he walked closer to the boy, noticing he was slightly taller than he was. "You think I'm that stupid?" Draco asked.
"No, I mean I don't know…you, but," Harry stammered, feeling utterly foolish.
"What?" Draco asked him impatiently.
"You look troubled that's all," Harry murmured.
"You're right, you don't know me," Draco sneered, walking past Harry and through grand oak doors. Groaning inauspiciously, Harry lit another cigarette, took one drag of it and hastily threw it into the sea. Turning around, he eyed the doors the boy walked through, and thought about following him, but decided against it as he walked past a young couple talking quietly near the entrance to the restaurant, and walked back to his own table.
…to be continued…
Don't threat all will be good between them soon. This is a slash story after all! ; )