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Chapter 2
The next day arrived too soon for Draco's taste. He would have loved to sleep in and just do nothing all day but his conscience demanded otherwise. His dreams were filled with the image of that mysterious, gorgeous man. Just who was he? There was no way he could have been an intruder. He had a guard in front of the house and there were servants throughout the entire house. If the man had broken in, his guard would have noticed and would have thrown him out or called the police, not to mention the elaborate alarm system that Draco had installed. It was nearly impossible to break in to his house.
Then who the hell was he? A ghost? Draco shook his head, refusing to believe that.
But maybe there was such a thing as ghosts in the world. Maybe he had to change his opinion soon. But for now, he refused to believe it unless he saw the man again. With that thought in mind, Draco stood up and made his way to the adjoining bathroom to take a shower. After he finished and had dressed, he made his way downstairs for breakfast. Sipping a cup of tea, he read the newspaper but there was nothing in it that interested him. His mind was filled with the thoughts of what had happened the night before.
Draco sighed and made the decision to call the agent that took care of the house before he bought it. Maybe he knew something about the history of the house that he failed to inform Draco about.
Drat the man. Bloody incompetent.
If he really forgot to tell him something that was vital to his safety, he would kill the man on the spot. After making the call and being informed that the realtor would meet Draco later that day, Draco started his work to take his mind away from that mysterious man.
Hours passed and still Draco continued to work. There were many things to do; papers to look at and sign, calls to be made etc. Finally putting his pen down, Draco rubbed his eyes. He was really tired after going through hundreds of papers but looking at the clock, he realized it was time to meet the agent. Just as he was about to stand, one of his servants came in and announced the agent's arrival. Telling him to direct the man to the sitting room, Draco got up, stretched and made his way down.
Arriving at the sitting room, he saw two cups of tea and refreshments on the table. The agent, Michael, was standing and looking out of the window. Hearing footsteps, he turned and saw Draco. Gesturing for the man to sit down, Draco took the chair across from Michael.
"Hello, Michael," Draco said.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy. What can I do for you today?" asked Michael.
Sipping his tea for a moment and then putting down his cup, Draco looked at Michael. "No need to be nervous, Michael," he said to reassure the man who was clearly nervous. "I'm just wondering. Is there somethingyou forgot to tell me about this house?"
Michael had the grace to blush. "Ah, I was wondering when this call would come. I assume you've met Mr. Potter then."
Draco looked confused. "Who is Mr. Potter, may I ask?"
Michael answered straight away. "The other resident here, of course. Or the ghost who resides here, if that's more appropriate." Draco was truly shocked now. "What? There's a bloody ghost in my house and here you stand there, calm as ever? Just what the bloody hell are you thinking? And why didn't you tell me this before?"
"Well, I was trying to tell you before you bought the house. But if you think back to when you first came here, you might realize that you didn't allow me to get a word in edgewise. When I tried to tell you about the ghost, you only said 'I don't want to hear anything else. I want this house.' So it's not really my fault, is it?" Michael explained.
"Bloody hell! You could have at least tried to make me listen! So now I'm here and there's a GHOST in my house! I demand that he be removed!"
"Well, um, that's the tricky part. You see, Mr. Potter has been here for 100 years or more and many people have tried to remove him but were unsuccessful. So they just left him and the house alone."
Draco was now pacing; he couldn't believe this. "So you're telling me that I have to live with this, this ghost! Are you out of your mind? Maybe you are, after all you seem so calm about this!"
Michael only grinned at him. "Well, there's nothing we could do so you might as well live peacefully with him. Don't you think? He's really harmless, Mr. Malfoy. He only threatens those who he believes to be a threat to him. You don't really have to worry about him at all. He won't bother you."
Draco looked aghast. "Won't bother me? He already bothers me by being here! I chose this house because I want to be left alone and not being haunted by a ghost!"
"Trust me Mr. Malfoy. Your life will be more interesting with him being here. Ah, hello there, Mr. Potter." Draco whirled around and there he was, standing not far from him. The man whom Michael identified as Mr. Potter smiled at him before addressing Michael. "Good day to you, Michael. I hope you're well?"
"Yes, yes indeed. How about you? Anything interesting that I should know?"
Draco couldn't believe his eyes. Here he was, standing in his sitting room with Michael chatting with Mr. Potter like it was a daily occurrence. He never thought that he would faint in his entire life but faint he did, crumpling to a heap on the floor. Michael looked at the fallen form of Draco Malfoy then looked at Potter.
"That went well don't you think, Michael?" asked Potter.
Michael grinned sheepishly. "You could say that again. Must be shocking for him though; he's probably never fainted in his entire life."
Michael had picked up the blond and moved him back to the chair that he had vacated. A few minutes later, Draco finally woke up. Eyes focusing on his surroundings, they opened wide again when they landed on Potter.
"What, what happened?" he asked.
"You fainted, Mr. Malfoy," answered Michael.
"Bollocks! I have never fainted in my entire life and there's no way I'm starting now. But then again, maybe I did eh? Seeing you and a ghost converse like they're friends would definitely do that to anyone," replied Draco.
Michael had sat down once more and Potter was beside him. They had the grace to grin at him. "Well, we are friends actually. Not close ones, but friends. Are you okay then, Mr. Malfoy? You don't look that well to me," Michael said.
This snapped Draco out of his daze. "Of course I'm not okay! How can I be okay when this, this so called Mr. Potter,as you called him, is here! You've got to be kidding me!"
The man whom Michael called Mr. Potter answered him. "Well, it's not my faultyou're here is it? You chose this house so obviously you have to live with me. I don't mind, you know. I find you, quite intriguing shall we say."
Mind boggling was the first thought that came to Draco's mind. "Why are you here anyway? Shouldn't you be wherever it is ghosts go? I think its called afterlife or something like that." asked Draco.
"Truth be told, I don't really know. Do you think I've never tried to leave this place? Believe me when I say I've lost count on that. So I decided to enjoy my time here instead of worrying about why I can't leave," Potter said. "Oh and by the way, you could call me Harry instead of Potter. After all, we're going to be living together," he added.
Draco was speechless. Well, the man certainly has manners, he thought. But something else caught his eyes. He knew right from the start when this so called Mr. Potter, ah wait Harry, arrived in the room there was something wrong. Now, he could clearly see what the problem was.
"Wait, wait. You say you're a ghost, but how can you sit there?" Draco asked, pointing on the chair that Harry was currently sitting on. "I mean, if you're a ghost, shouldn't you pass through it or be invisible or something?"
Before Harry could answered him, Michael spoke. "Well, I can see this will be a long conversation. Though I would like to remain to hear the answer, I'm afraid I have to leave. Lots of things to do. I guess I'll see you around then, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter."
With that, Michael left the room and Draco could hear the front door being opened and closed. Now that there were only the two of them in the room, the tension was thick. Neither man knew what to do as they were both nervous. Then Harry spoke. "Well, to answer your question, I'm really a ghost. Different from others though. I guess it's because of my magic level." Then he started to explain but Draco didn't listen.
Did he say magic? he thought.
Realizing that Harry was still talking and had no intention of stopping, Draco put his hand up, signaling him to stop. "Excuse me for interrupting, but did you just say your magic level?"
Harry looked at him, a frown on his face. "Yeah, my magic level. Is there a problem?"
"Of course there is! For goodness sake, there's no such thing as magic in this world! Are you out of your mind?"
Harry, who still has his gaze fixed on Draco, was looking confused now. "There is magic in this world, Draco. Oh wait, I can call you that, right?" he asked. Seeing Draco nod his head for answer, he continued. "As I said, there is magic in this world. After all, you're here. That proves that there is magic," Harry explained.
Now it was Draco who looked confused. "What does my being here have to do with magic?"
"Wait, wait. Does this mean that you don't know anything, anything at all about magic?" Harry asked.
"That's exactly what I mean! Hell, I don't even believe in magic. It's just a lot of nonsense!"
Harry just looked at the furious man. "Oh really? How do you explain this then?" Harry asked. Then he pulled a wooden stick and held in his right hand as he said "Wingardium Leviosa". The cup at which he had pointed rose a few meters above the table before it descended slowly to the top of the table once more.
Draco was speechless. His jaw had dropped as he stared at Harry with disbelief in his eyes. "Well?" Harry asked, noticing that Draco was stunned at what he had done. Lucky for Draco he was still sitting because he fainted again. The last thing Draco remembered was Harry saying, "Crap! Not again.", before everything went black once more.