Coincidentally

paper whirls in second-long waltzes around the blood-red scrawl that sends my nerves into quiet spasms.

your bottom lip electrocutes the soft bone of my knuckles, sweeping across my skin like a chalky napkin.

he plucks strings of twenty-dollar bills from your aching eyes and breathes them into broken children.

&&.

the eyes that bake off-white sheets of skin in an oven of locked gazes, a prison through a vision of a fork.

a bitter, metallic taste explodes and surges through your slat-filled saliva, over your plaque-caked teeth and paints a stream of stains down your throat. (blood)

the distant rustle of loose-leaf and discordant voices joining together in short outbursts rake down your ears.

your boot heels glitter under florescent light, all silver and cold and metal and waiting to break a bone or chill my finger pads.

(oOo)

London was at it's best in the spring. If there was anytime people took a visit to the vast city it was during springtime. Albeit one particular Draco Malfoy, a twenty-two year old businessman was feeling quite out of the spirit.

He sat in the backseat of his limousine with a silver cell phone pressed against his ear via a shoulder and his tightly-clothed legs crossed. Mr. Malfoy was an extremely good-looking patrician, wispy white-blonde hair that fell just past his ears and often in his eyes, light grays bordered by thin brows, high cheekbones and beautifully curved lips.

But there was a frustrated look across his pale face, "I don't care how you do it, Theodore, as long as you fucking do it!" The tone in his voice seemed to dare whomever was on the other line to protest which, thank god, he did not.

With something of a sigh, Draco snapped the cell phone shut and directed his attention toward the limo driver. "I apologize for not having instructions prepared. Verbally doesn't seem like such a good idea with all of these people ringing me but it's the only possible choice. That was what you'd call an urgent message."

His driver and very good friend Blaise Zabini just shook his head, half-smiling, "It's no problem, Draco. Just, ah, start with the instructions as soon as possible."

The blonde nodded, "Yes, we all know Pansy is not one to wait around for a guest. Bloody woman that she is."

Blaise eyes him through the mirror just above his tall head, "A reason you and I both swing the other way, though, eh?" He laughed, "Even if I do swing backwards occasionally."

They laughed.

(oOo)

On the other hand aristocrat Pansy Parkinson was anything but straight-spine frustration. She had a smirk settled in place of what most people usually called a smile and a rather wild fashion sense.

Throughout her high school years she had been best friends with the also suspiciously wealthy Draco Malfoy. Then, after graduation the blonde had gone to work as the CEO for his father's corporation because he had died. They'd separated and Pansy had skipped off to London to attend an art college, trying desperately to keep in touch with her best friend.

The two had kept in contact, chatting through e-mail and trading experiences on the phone yet somehow it was never enough. So clever little Draco decided to up and visit her in London for the first time in nearly tow years.

Anywho – returning to the present, we begin to view what's going on with Pansy. The rather average-height woman swung around the corner of a busy street, ignoring the whistled she received from a few frat boys in sports cars.

Her eyes landed on the cute café perched across the street with warm decorations in the huge front glass window or escaparate as Blaise would call it. She crossed the street as the light became red and practically skipped off toward the café, loving the well the bell jingled as she threw the door open.

A dark head was raised from gathering ingredients from underneath the counter as Pansy strolled on in. "And how is my favorite little café this lovely morning?"

Harry Potter, an unusually famous boy around London because he'd single handedly knocked an entire gang unconscious when he was only thirteen and living on the streets, stared back at her. Of course, this had only been the worst gang in the neighborhood and he now went to Pansy's art school. Harry's eyes were an emerald color that really stood out next to his black, unruly hair but not behind those spectacles Pansy dreaded.

"Hey Pans!" He came around from the counter and enveloped her in a hug, "I thought your friend was supposed to be coming 'round to see you today?"

She tapped his nose, pulling back from his slender frame and sighing dramatically, "My best friend, darling. Draco Malfoy, you know, pretty CEO, always on T.V. He's caught in traffic I'm sure, and, um, I asked him to meet me close by anyway."

The employee raised an eyebrow, reaching to grab a pastry and give it to her.

Pansy smiled and popped it in her mouth, knowing Harry wasn't one to talk forever and forever, "Thanks." A pause, "By that art museum down that-a-way."

He nodded and laughed, "How I came to understood you, I'll never really know. You're quite an enigma. Then, again I can understand Ron and all he seems to do is sleep and eat nonstop."

Hearts seemed to spark and fly from Pansy's eyes, "Adorable, isn't he?"

Harry just shook his head at mention of his best friend of god knows how long. He sighed, "You're right, you guys definitely match well together. Both ridiculous although lovable."

She grinned, still chewing on the last of her pastry, "When do we get to go boyfriend hunting for you, Mr. Potter?"

"Nuh uh!"

(oOo)

The flight attendant shooed people out of the plane as hurriedly as possible. One very intelligent Hermione Granger looked up from the science fiction novel she had been reading the past few hours to catch sight of this.

Her eyebrows edged up and up the farther she made it towards the exit, hands held at her sides. A baby spit up right next to her small black boots and a man stood with his head resting against the storage above the seats, very much asleep.

She ran a hand through her wild, wavy hair absentmindedly and continued on out, suitcase in the hand not holding a thick book. Her eyes swung back and forth about the landing room as people greeted each other and stuffed their bags into their spouse's hands so they could kiss their children.

Ms. Granger stood around, just eyeing the many people before he brown irises finally landed on a lanky red-haired man. And, it seemed, he had found her, too.

He dashed across the way and pulled her into his long arms, "Mione! You've been gone for so long…" She smiled up with her slightly large teeth and twirled around, "I know. A whole year in America. It was amazing! Breathtaking!" I learned so much."

Before Ron could roll his eyes he glanced at her outfit and gaped, "I can see that." But his fairly surprised expression turned to one full of glee as she realized, "Oh! I brought presents."

Red hair toppling into his eyes, he breathed out, "Really?"

She nodded before pulling out a number of gifts. They were all colorfully gift wrapped and the epitome of drool-worthy in Ron's eyes. Hermione always knew what to buy.

"One for Harry," She pushed a dark green one off to the side, "One for Pansy," a small purple one went to join it, "One for Sirius," Harry's adopted father's present was deep blue, "One for Remus," Harry's other adopted father's present, this time light blue, "One for Fred and George," a brown one for Ron's twin brothers, "One for Justin," their shy bookworm of a friend, "One for Millicent," a large, curvy girl who excelled in painting and dropped by every now and then at the café to say hello, "One for Luna," their very eccentric but good friend and Ron's sister's girlfriend.

"Alright, Mione, now I know your teasing me."

She smiled, "Here." It was a white and red striped box with the same white color bow stuck on the top. Ron, being who he was, could care less about the wrapping and merely tore it apart.

He blinked down at a brown shirt with the word, 'Schleeeeepp' across it, a pair of kooky sunglasses and – "An American blender? Gawds, that's amazing!"

Hermione laughed, "I knew you'd like it. You and that stomach of yours."

"…Strawberry-banana smoothie…"

(oOo)

MY FIRST HARRY POTTER AU! I'm happy to say I like how it came out. It's going to be short and just a few chapters but I really do hope you'll all enjoy it. I worked very hard on writing this during Math. XD

R&R lovelies!