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A/N meh thefirst chapter, erm -shrugs- I dunno if it's going to fast or not.. I was just writting and I kept on writting o.O
Harry was walking down the sidewalk after having a particularly bad day at work. It had been no piece of cake, that much was for sure, and his boss had yelled at him five times already. It was all Harry could do to not kill someone.
Harry's anger was an underlying thing lately; it boiled up and then simmered down quickly. It was if hardly anything could get him upset anymore. Harry had stopped wanting sex a long time ago, after having far too many nights with people he would never care about.
Sex was about a bodily release and Harry felt there should be something more to it, and if he could not find that something more, then he wouldn't need that release. He was right; he never did need the release. It had been three months since his last fuck, and in that time all desire for anything involving another body close to his own left.
Harry was happy with his life, to a degree. He got up painstakingly early every day except on weekends. He worked his butt off for his boss, and he went home to lock himself up in an apartment that had the windows all blocked, unless it was night time. Sunlight hadn't touched Harry's living space in two years.
Harry wasn't depressed, he had his days when he felt like jumping off a balcony, yes, but for the most part, he enjoyed laughing with friends and joking around like a lunatic. He smiled regularly, unless he was feeling really crappy, and when he was feeling really crappy he was liable to bitch at anyone if they didn't leave him alone.
Harry opened a lock to the door of his apartment building, letting himself in. He was glaring with dull green eyes at the floor, and never noticed a man staring at him with shock.
The man had silvery blonde hair and was dressed rather fashionably. Not someone you would think who would know Harry Potter, the guy who stopped giving a shit about knowing people and rather much liked to wear black and anything that was covered in chains.
Harry's fashion sense, in a way, had gotten better since his childhood, if you counted looking like a goth or punk 24/7 fashionable. The blonde stared at Harry's wardrobe, gray eyes lighting up when he saw how pissed Harry was looking, as if out to hate the world.
Truth be told, Harry was out to hate the world and those stupid idiots who believed love existed in any form that was not friendship. Harry pressed a button on the elevator and walked into it, and as the door closed the blonde seemed to come out of his trance at the various chains on Harry's pants.
'Woah, he's changed a lot. I'll have to catch him up by his room soon.' the blonde thought, pressing the elevator button and waiting for it to come back down.
Draco Malfoy stared at the man he had come to see, it had been two years but he was back in England from abroad. What Draco didn't know was his old friend had forgotten all about him, because Draco had been associated with love, and Harry it seemed had forgotten how to love.
Harry slammed his apartment door, cringing when he remembered other people lived around him as well. Oh well, he was in a bad mood so why should he care anyways? Harry walked over to the kitchen, took a drink out of the fridge, and after opening the cap of 'Fizzing Pops' he downed it in one go.
He then made his way over to his CD player, turning on the music as loud as he was allowed to turn it up to in the apartment, and relaxed to the screaming voice. He didn't know why, but screaming relaxed him, as if it was him who was yelling at all those fuckers in his life.
Harry walked through the dimly lit room, stopping at the couch and laying down on it, closing his eyes and starting to try and attempt a nap. He never got far, because he heard someone knocking at his door. 'Do I ever get peace and quiet?' Harry thought, going to the door and opening it up to reveal someone who looked very familiar, only Harry couldn't place him among his memories.
Draco looked at a very grumpy Harry Potter, who was looking at him as if trying to decipher who he was.. "Hey Harry." Draco said, and Harry frowned, his black hair getting into his eyes. Wow it had gotten long, Draco noticed.
"Um hey, who are you again?" Harry asked, surprised at the look of hurt on the blonde's face.
"Draco Malfoy you idiot." Draco said, thinking Harry was just joking around with him. However, the confused look on Harry's face told Draco Harry honestly did not remember him.
Harry searched for the name in his mind, and struck gold. 'Draco Malfoy: prat for six years, turned best friends, you liked him, left two years ago.' his mind told him, and Harry frowned at the blonde. He looked good, but Harry didn't know the man before him anymore, and he'd changed a lot himself.
Harry doubted this visit would go smoothly, it might be more of a shock to his system then anything for Draco. "Er.. Hey Draco, so you came back from er… wherever you were." Harry said, and the blonde rolled his eyes.
Harry may have changed on the outside but this was Harry, ever the great conversationalist! "Well Harry, yeah I got back a week ago. Went to see Blaise Zabini, remember him? Then I saw a few of the rest of the old group. It took me forever to find where you lived, seeing as you're in muggle London now." Draco explained, and Harry nodded, pretending to listen.
"Would you like to come in?" Harry asked, moving back into the room expecting Draco to follow. As Harry walked his chains clanged together, and he settled himself on his couch again.
Draco looked at the chains covering Harry's pants, and noticed how dark the room was, as if it was a cave. The room seemed to give off a feel of darkness, and yet safety. It was weird at how it felt like a safe spot that was away from the colourful world. Maybe Harry needed this room to be away from the world?
Draco didn't know that he was right, that Harry regarded his room as if it were his own personal getaway. Harry hardly ever let others in it, and he didn't know why he was letting this guy in here, but his memory was saying it was the right thing to do.
Like a photo snaps, bits and pieces of information flew at Harry, and an emotion was attached to these memories, but Harry couldn't tell what it was. Something like lust, and yet a stronger emotion even stood there, buried in his mind, and Harry didn't want to unlock this mysterious emotion.
So he left it and turned to look up at the blonde man who stood in the room, taking in the room with greedy eyes. "So Harry, what have you been up to lately?" Draco asked, and Harry thought about the question before answering.
"Oh the usual, got yelled at at my job. Boss is a prick I tell you. Quidditch games, take a few walks outside. Taking it easy." Harry replied, because he honestly didn't do anything else. He knew he didn't do much, but he never had the need to. Maybe once he did, but he couldn't remember it now.
"What do you do?" Draco asked, slightly shocked that Harry went to a job. Harry could practically live off of the money in his gringott's vault and would never have to worry about a thing.
"Oh, I work at a small restaurant a block from here. Mainly full of people wanting a fast meal. So what have you been doing?" Harry asked, he knew that somewhere in the unknown reaches of his mind a boy named Draco Malfoy wanted to research something, Harry couldn't remember what the research had been.
"Been traveling, seeing the world. Remember, I always wanted to do that?" Draco asked, and he knew the answer, and it hurt that Harry tried to cover up the fact he didn't remember with nodding his head as if acknowledging he the fact that he did indeed remember that there was a Draco Malfoy and that he wanted to do something with his life.
Harry most definitely does not remember though.
"You need a place to stay?" Harry asked, not knowing why he offered this. Ron and Hermione were never invited for the privilege, but for some reason the blonde boy was. Harry couldn't see why, but it seemed appropriate.
Draco nodded. He didn't know if he would rather go back to Blaise's house or stay in this place. It felt like he was intruding on something private even. Draco knew that he came looking for Harry, though, and he wanted to spend time with him more then ever. He just hadn't planned on being forgotten.
"You can stay in the guest room." Harry said, the guest room had not ever been slept in, Harry forgot why he even had one. There was a bed, a dresser, a lamp, and the windows were the only ones that had not been covered to keep the sunlight out. Of course Harry always kept the door that led to the guest room closed.
"Thank you Harry. I know it's an unexpected visit and all…" Draco said, looking for some way to thank Harry. Harry just shrugged and got up off the couch, deciding to open the guest room door. It had been ages since he had opened that door anyways.
"Don't worry about it. Just.. I'm sleeping in tomorrow so don't wake me. I'm a horrible grouch." Harry said, giving a broad smile. Draco returned it. Maybe Harry did remember him after all and was only joking around with him.
Harry didn't know why he was at such ease with Draco Malfoy, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know. Something was making him scared inside; it was if he was feeling something alien. Forgotten emotions are not something easily dealt with.
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