Close Encounters
Once the potion had worn off, Draco decided to explore the Potter residence since he was going to be living there for a while. As he explored and wandered in out of rooms, he thought of how well Harry had done. It was a beautiful home that reminded him of his own. Was the Malfoy mansion even still standing?
His train of thought was halted when Harry ran up to him. He seemed to be in a hurry.
"Draco, sorry to leave suddenly like this but we just remembered there's a celebration party at work. Are you going to be okay by yourself?" Harry asked as he fixed his emerald green robes.
"I'll be alright," Draco replied just as Hermione ran up the stairs to join her husband. He looked at her somewhat dark red robes. "You look nice."
She blushed. "You're too kind. Listen, there's food in the fridge. Make yourself at home." she smiled planting a kiss on his cheek. "Don't let anyone see you! Bye now!"
Draco felt like a child but didn't mind. He waved goodbye before they disapparated. He went on walking around the house, feeling as if he were a ghost. He ended up in Harry and Hermione's bedroom, looking at photographs. He'd missed so many things.
He didn't pay it any mind when he heard a loud pop erupt from the bottom of the stairs. He figured it was probably just Harry forgetting something. He was wrong. He nearly dropped the picture frame he held when he heard the same voice that haunted his dreams every night for two years. Ginny. She couldn't see him. Not yet.
In a hurry to get away, he accidentally stumbled over a small stool causing a racket. He could hear her footsteps heading up the stairs as she called out for Harry and Hermione. He was trapped!
"What am I gunna do?" he muttered to himself. He circled the room several times, looking for a way out but couldn't find one. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the bottle of Polyjuice Potion. He looked around for a hair and as hard as it was, found one on a pillow.
"Harry? Hermione? Is anyone home?" her voice seemed much closer, like… she was approaching the door.
He stuffed the strand of hair into the bottle and shook it quickly before gulping it down. He found himself frozen, staring at the golden knob as it slowly turned. Finally managing to move, he dove onto the bed covering his body with the blanket just as light hit the room.
"Harry?"
Author's Note: Okay so this chapter is bad. Lol. I don't know, I was running out of type to write it in class yesterday and I decided to just end it there. Rather suspenseful don't you think? Lol Cliffies are so much fun. No worries, I may update again tonight because I've finished the chapter after this, so just stick around. I just wanted to say thanks for the awesome reviews! Love reading them. Thanks for reading and don't forget to review.