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Chapter 3

Harry curled up on his side snuggling deeper within the blankets. He slowly opened his eyes feeling a huff of breath on his cheek. Two large amber eyes stared at him

"Argh!" He exclaimed rolling backwards and managing to wrap himself within his blankets and falling off his bed. Rubbing his eyes he swore gently. A black cat bounded into his lap, purring her happiness at him being awake.

"What are you doing here…" Harry said still trying to calm his heart. She mewled in contentment. Sighing Harry picked her up and stumped out of his room in annoyance. He knocked on Draco's door and waited. It opened within minutes, but Harry sort of stared at the sleepy looking Malfoy. His hair still messed up from the pillow, his eyes dropping.

"It's 5 o'clock in the fucking morning Potter. What do you want!" The Slytherin exclaimed. Harry thrust the cat his arm.

"She was in my room." He explained, then he yawned. Draco laughed

"Oh, She's never done that before, I had wondered when her powers were going to manifest. Though this could be a problem."

Harry sort of only half listened realizing the ex-Slytherin was wearing silk pajamas, he brought his eyes up to Malfoys,

"Manifests? What kind of cat is she?" He asked swallowing slightly.

"She has Minx in her, which is the ancient breed of cat from the Egyptians they get some interesting powers."

"Oh…" Harry paused awkwardly. OK so he was standing outside Malfoy's apartment with nothing on but boxer shorts and the Slytherin was wearing silk pjs. Harry glanced away but felt a flush creep up his face. It looked as if Malfoy was going to say something else but Harry nodded quickly.

"Alright, I guess I'll go now. See you later." He practically fled the doorway.

Draco could almost feel the heat coming off the other young man. Was he blushing? He thought to himself. Scratching behind the cats ears he felt the purr reverberate through his hands, and heard it clearly.

"Are you going to spy on Mr. Potter now that you realize what your powers are?"

Malfoy asked the cat with a smile. The cat mewled loudly, as if to say 'Of Course' Draco grinned with a sigh. At first he had thought that Potter would immediately call the ministry, but he didn't, he yelled at him first. Which was quite understandable. Last time Harry had seen him was when he pointed at wand at Dumbledore threatening to kill him.

"Now he wants to befriend me." Malfoy said out loud. The only sounds that met his ears were the early birds and the cars from outside. He made his way swiftly over to his bed with a small smile. He wondered if Harry went to sleep again with the same contentment over his face.

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Trying to get rid of excess energy was harder then Harry thought. He had run twice as long. Flown his broom for over two hours, and actually practiced spell work in his apartment with a large ward around his room. He still felt nervous. It was only for lunch for goodness sake! He tried to reason with his mind. It didn't really help. He actually put on clothes that fit right and paced in his room. He was just befriending the Slytherin, if he wanted his hand in friendship of course. He glanced over at himself. It wasn't as if it matter! Draco couldn't fucking see him, or what clothes he happened to be wearing! Harry stopped fidgeting by the time he left his apartment, locked his door and knocked on the ex-Slytherins door. He heard a muffled, "Come in" and swiftly opened the door. He walked halfway in and could see Draco pushing the hair out of his face. Something grappled with his feet and Harry stumbled back in surprise, that stupid black cat… a hand settled itself on his lower spine and kept him from falling backwards.

"She's really taken a liking to you." Malfoy smirked. Harry straightened himself out.

"I noticed." He replied in an annoyed fashion turning as he saw Malfoy laugh.

"Lets go," Harry said, Malfoy paused at the door,

"I wonder, Potter, how much have you really changed?" He asked outloud. Harry stared at him,

"I dunno, probably not much."

"Will you let me see?" Draco asked softly. Harry looked at him startled.

"Er..Sure.." Harry sounded very unsure to Draco. The body next to him radiated untapped power. He put his hand to Harry's face gently. Smooth. His face was flawless. A thumb traced over Harry's lips, the breath grew harsher, his thumb slid up to the bridge of his nose, a forefinger tracing at last the scar.

"Hmmm." Draco mused, he retreated a bit back from the Gryffindor. Conflicting thoughts coming to his mind.

"What?" Harry asked thickly.

"You haven't changed a bit. Lets get lunch." Harry's face was flushed as he followed Malfoy out the door.

"A-Alright." He managed, quickly calming every part of him. They made it out of the apartment before in silence before Malfoy stopped with a smile,

"Are you nervous?" He asked. Harry stared at him,

"Of course not!" He exclaimed in a slightly strained voice. Malfoy smirked, his eyes grazing over Harry's face but settled to look over his right shoulder.

"I didn't think so."

"You never know, You might want to curse me or something." Harry said as they started walking again.

"Right, I'll make sure I aim for your heart. My God. I can't bloody even see you, how the hell would I be able to curse you." Malfoy asked laughing.

"A lucky shot?" Harry offered with the same smile.

"Very lucky in my opinion. Now where are we going anyway?" Malfoy asked stopping once more put his head side to side as if looking at each other restaurants and small shopping malls.

"Er…well, there's an Italian place up that way, a grill around the corner, a pub right next to us…" Harry trailed off.

"Italian." Malfoy said with a large grin suddenly.

"Isn't that a bit heavy for lunch?" Harry asked, wondering why he was smiling such,

"No, If you're paying then I might as well get as much money out of it as possible in one meal." Malfoy commented dryly. Harry rolled his eyes up.

"You are such a prat."

"You invited me to lunch." Draco reminded him.

"Fine. You win. As usual." The old Gryffindor was smiling now even wider and they made their way to the restaurant. They were given a seat, they sat in silence looking over the menus, Well, Draco using some weird spell Harry's never heard of so the menu spilled it'scontents to Draco. The waiter tookt heir orders and the Slytherin turned Harry with a soft smile,

"Now Potter we can…"

"You can call me Harry, if you like." Harry said suddenly. Awkwardly. Draco moved his head in his direction surprise on his face.

"Harry." He tried the name on his tongue and smirked.

"Alright Harry, if you persist. I was just about to say we are two wizards running away from the rest of the world. What do you purpose we do?"

"I'm not running…" Harry started, but Draco was shaking his head.

"Right after you killed him, you ran. You disappeared and everybody made an uproar about it."

"But I'm not running now." Harry replied hotly.

"You won't go back?" Draco asked softly.

"No." Harry said firmly, annoyed by the conversation so far, "Get to the point M—Draco ." Harry tried the name out. It was odd calling him by his first name. The old Slytherin's face tilted toward him an odd smile on his face.

"My point is, Harry, I'm a blind wizard with no allies. You're a wizard who refuses your allies…" He put a hand up as if knowing Harry was going to speak. Huffily the Gryffindor sat back in his chair,

"Can we forget our pasts enough to become friends?" Draco said softly, finally. Taken aback Harry's eyes went over the Slytherin's face.

"That's up to you." Harry finally said,

"Up to me? Do think that is wise?" Draco replied,

"I don't find the harm in it, at least until Ron finds out." Harry smiled.

"Weasley." Draco said with a laugh, "Is one of the biggest fools I have ever met."

Harry couldn't help himself, he snickered,

"He's also my best friend, so be nice. I don't need my apartment blown up because of you."

"You think he would attack me? I'm innocent I say!" Draco said with a bat of his eyelashes.

"Right. You're innocent? Let me think about that." Harry retorted.

"Sirs, your lunch?" the waiter said over them. Harry looked up and nodded. Watching as Draco remained motionless, as the plate was set before him.

"Thanks." Harry muttered.

"So…er…at a time, how many spells do you use?" Harry asked as Draco picked at his food, sniffing appreciatively.

"four or five." He replied, his sightless eyes trained to the wall behind Harry. He hands working with the knife and fork , easily slicing through the parmesan chicken and spaghetti

"Is it hard?" Harry asked softly. At that Draco stopped what he was doing the blue pupils trained on his face.

"Yes when it comes to working with muggles, and no when it comes to working with magic. I feel your magic and know exactly where you're at, and what you're doing, if I wanted to. It would be harder if there were more wizards and witches. Too much magic interferes with my own and I have no real way of figuring what's an object and what's magic." Draco explained.

"You can really tell when I do magic?" Harry asked.

"Yeah. That's how I knew their was another wizard in the apartment, I could feel it"

"Oh."

A long pause filled between them as they ate.

"What else do you do around here?" Draco asked,

"I usually practice spell work if I can, I also go flying, sometimes. I've learned how to play some awesome muggle video games too."

"You are so weird. You spend your time just playing around."

"I don't mind. It at least keeps me out of trouble." Harry smiled but a frown came over Draco's face.

"What?"

"Someone just apparated." Draco said, Harry looked to the door.

"Ron."

"Oh that is perfect, they were just here three days ago."

"I gave them an open invitation." Harry replied.

The Slytherin gave a sigh.

"Perfect meal goes hindered by of course Weasley."

"Check please." Draco said as the waiter came by. Harry watched as he took the check.

"I was supposed to pay." The Gryffindor said indignantly.

"Go run along to Weasel Bee, You owe me twice over now." Malfoy said with a smirk.

"Oh…ok...if you really…"

"You better go before he comes looking for you." Draco snapped.

"Alright. I'll see you later." Harry practice fled the restaurant and sighed once he got outside. Angry, Malfoy was kinda scary.

"Ah, Mr. Potter, I was hoping I would find you." Harry wholes person stiffened at the soft voice.

"And I was hoping you wouldn't, what do you want?" Harry replied feeling the wand at his throat.

"What do you think, You killed Lord Voldermort, and then you disappeared for two years. I get to take my revenge now."

"What for?" Harry asked.

"What for? Why, you are Harry Potter. The most powerful wizard in the world, and the only one who was able to defeat Lord Voldermort."

"Let go of him." Harry heard Malfoy's voice behind him along with the Death eater.

"Get out of here Malfoy." Harry snarled feeling the wand tip press harder at his jugular.

"Oh this is wonderful, Two of Lord Voldermorts hated right here, ripe for the picking."

"There are muggles, either you have to kill them or memory charms for them, either way the ministry will know." Harry started. He had managed to snake his wand out but heard a grunt from behind him and the wand slipped from his neck. Harry spun to see Blaise Zabine lying unconsiance on the ground. A Dozen muggles were staring at them whispering about the exchange. Harry glared at Draco realized it was useless and went about doing memory charms. It took a good ten minutes but Harry stood next to Draco a dispelling charm around them and the body.

"I had it handled fine." Harry muttered, picking up the Death Eaters wand.

"Yes, I noticed, really had it handled." Draco said acidly.

"I didn't ask for your help." Harry replied in turn. Draco sighed.

"Whatever Potter. This one need to be taken to the ministry"

Harry stared at him.

"taken to the ministry…" He repeated, his heart had finally settled.

"I'll send a Patronas then...to the ministry…" Harry trailed off. He didn't want to see the ministry. He didn't want to go back, if he went back now, they'd be all over him in the cauldron loads.

"You have to go back." Malfoy said softly.

"I know." Harry replied before sending his Patronas.

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TBC

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