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Ok same disclaimers as Chapter 1

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Coming Home: Chapter 3. The Run In.

Harry stumbled aimlessly through the streets of Hogsmead, not knowing or for that matter not caring where he was going. He couldn't believe it. Why had Severus kicked him out of there home? Was it something that he had said or done?

Harry thought back on the last few months trying so hard to think of anything that would have provoked Severus' sudden rejection of him. After going through every single memory that Harry had, he couldn't come up with anything. Nothing was making sense to him. Granted Severus had been acting a little stand-offish, but that was normal for him. He's always had these mood swings, but it never resulted in Harry being kicked out of the house.

When Harry's feet finally stopped moving he looked up to find himself standing outside of the Three Broomsticks.

"Well I guess I know what I'm going to be doing for the rest of the night. Hope they still have a room open.

Harry pushed the shabby doors aside to enter a poorly lit, smoky tavern. It was well past the evening hour so the only guest left to the place were the regular to permanent guest that when he was still a student at Hogwarts, he would have avoided. Now, though, they seemed like the perfect company for Harry's mood.

He made his way to the bar and sat down heavily on a vacant stool. O' George McFinigan, bartender and keeper of the Tree Broomsticks looked up from cleaning a dirty mug and eyed Harry carefully.

" 'ello Harry. What troubles you this evening? And where's that bloke o' yours?"

An exasperated sigh escaped through Harry's lips. "Just give me something strong." At the worry look he received Harry dipped his head low causing his fringe to cover his eyes.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Fine. Did not mean to pry. Here you go."

The smell that drifted from the mug placed in front of Harry threw him back a bit.

"Merlin! What's this stuff?"

"Something strong." The bartender walked away from him, giving Harry the much need time alone.

"Humph. Oh well. Bottoms up."

"Merlin Hermione! How much more shopping are you planning to do, you bushy haired, overbearing woman?"

Hermione turned around almost making her husband drop the parcels that he was trying so hard to balance.

"Until I'm good and done, you loud mouth, arrogant ferret."

The smirk of her face let Draco know that he was in for a very long night and when his wife was in her moods there was no fighting. One just resigned to one's fate.

Grrr. "Very well." Draco dropped the packages unceremoniously on the ground and pulled out his want.

"What are you doing?"

Draco held up his hand, demanding silence. With a little wand waving and some fancy words, all the packages were shrunk and neatly placed inside his robes. He walked up to Hermione and gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek.

"You do all the shopping you want love, but right now I could really use a drink."

As to make his point, Draco pointed to the building that had three brooms displayed in a criss-cross pattern.

Hermione chuckled lightly and nodded.

"Fine, you big baby, I suppose if you can't keep up, you might as well go rest while I finish up."

/Oh you're going to pay for that last comment woman//

"Whatever, just don't take to long."

Hermione waved goodbye, already walking away from her husband.

/Merlin! I love that woman. /

"Shut Up! What do you know?''

An angry man pushed back from his chair so hard that it sent the thing flying to the opposite wall.

"More than you, you snot nosed punk. Justin Marcus is a fine better seeker than William Folter any day!"

/Great. Just what I needed: a bunch of drunks./

Draco didn't know who was fighting, he really didn't care. All he was there for was to get a couple of drinks while his over zealous wife finished the shopping for the holidays.

The shouting went on as Draco made his way to the bar, and as it grew louder the bar keep came up to him to take his order.

"Watcha having tonight sir?" Draco had to lean into the bar just to hear what he was being asked.

Argh "What are those fools fighting about anyway?"

George looked up form Draco to the two that were currently toe to toe arguing over who is the better seeker of which team.

"Oh, them? Well, they're apparently getting into it about who the better seeker is. Shame too. Billy should know who he's arguing with."

"Oh really and why's that?" Not that Draco really cared but it did pass the time.

"Huh? Oh, well, because o' Harry there use to be one, and in my opinion, if it matters at all, is one of the biggest fans I've ever met in me entire life.

"Oh. Wait! What? Did you say Harry? As in Harry Potter? He's the one making all that noise?"

"Yeah. Why, you know him?"

The incredulous look Draco gave the man was quickly disturbed by the distinctive sound of bones breaking under the weight of someone's fist.

As he turned around, he saw the man that Harry was arguing with fall to the floor.

"Bugger." Out of the corner of his eye, Draco noticed that people were starting to gather around Harry.

"Not good." He turned back around to George and asked him if Harry owed anything.

"Nope. He's all paid in full." Draco nodded his head in thanks and made his way to Harry. He had to push a lot of people out of his way, but when most saw who he was, they gladly made way for him to pass.

/Hmm. I guess being a Malfoy is good for something./

By the time Draco got to Harry, said man was using the wall to steady himself to stop from also falling to the floor.

"Good Lord Harry, what have you done to yourself?"

Harry looked up to just barely make out a blurry figure that resembled some one he knew. Well, sort of.

"Draco?"

Draco had to roll his eyes. He couldn't believe Harry let himself get this pissed.

"Of course it's me, you bloody git!"

Draco pulled Harry away from the wall, only to become his new support. With one arm around Harry's waist and the other one holding him up, Draco made his way out of the Three Broomsticks, so that Harry could get some fresh air. Maybe that would clear his mind.

/Great, Hermione is just going to love this//

Ok that's it for tonight. I hope that everyone is enjoying it! Again, much kudos to those who have reviewed thus far, and may I say that some of you are very intuitive!