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Unexpected Meetings

Lucius Malfoy was not in a good mood today. The Ministry insisted on 'visiting' another house in search for certain 'inappropriate' items.

As a result he had to sell a particular collection of those items, which if found would surely land him in trouble. But the deal he had to make was less than satisfactory in his eyes.

Getting out of Borgin and Burkes with Draco in tow, he glances around out of caution, strange feeling of ever-presenting watchfulness has bee troubling him since earlier this week, but he never discovered anything. Perhaps he was just being skeptical.

Ah, now to make his day worse, look who just came around the corner, Malfoy muses.

"Well, well, well - Authur Weasley such a disgrace to all pure blooded wizarding family."

"Lucius!" Mr. Weasley narrowed his eyes.

"Busy time at the Ministry I hear," said Mr. Malfoy. "All those raids… I hope they're paying you overtime."

While this was going on, Harry saw, from a corner of his eye a heavily cloaked person silently observing the scene.

With the amount of people and the figure's conspicuous attire, it would not surprise Harry if the whole place would be pointing fingers and staring at the person in fear or otherwise. (With a hysterical Lockhart jumping all around the place, yelling, "I'll get that Death Eater. Do not be alarmed." Most part of the audience staring doe-eyed at him… lol ) it brings a little sympathy toward the person, for he himself was always pointed at and talked about.

However, it was quite perplexing to him that no one else seems to take notice of the strange men, even though he did have an incredibility strong presence. Weaving between bodies like wisps of mist, not making any contact to anything, the individual stayed 'invisible' to everyone else's eyes.

Just as Harry was about to move to get a clearer view. There was a loud 'thud' and Harry turned around. His eyes widen as he grasp what had happened. Mr. Weasley had thrown himself at Mr. Malfoy. Everything happened so fast, no one has been able to do anything. With all the commotion, Harry did not notice the strange individual exit Flourish and Blootts.

Harry himself was quite shocked that the normally composed Mr. Weasley would tackle Malfoy. Since he did just that, then it must have been a good reason. Harry was so engrossed looking at the stranger and did not even notice what happened over here, feeling a bit guilty, he help the Weasleys getting their stuff. As he raise he's head, he saw or he think he saw Mr. Malfoy slipped something into Ginny's old Transfiguration book when he was giving it back.

When Harry finally remembered about the stranger in cloak, he and the Malfoys were long gone. Wait! Malfoy? He was here, isn't he! Odd that he had even forgotten about him and his insulting words after seeing the mysterious person.

Who is he?

That Weasley, always getting on his nerves.

"Father, Could I…"

"Be quiet Draco, I need to think."

"But that Potter he ignored m-" Again he was interrupted, Lucius' mood have only become more foul as the day progresses.

"I have an important meeting with someone that I must attended, now go home, I shall be back quick enough." With that Draco was shoveled out of the way. Lucius marched away leaving an annoyed Draco standing in the middle of the street in Diagon Alley.

Mr. Malfoy walked swiftly, passing many locals in his haste. Not much people took note of his arrival, it's not especially surprising or unheard of for him to be around this part of the Knockturn Alley, and it's always best to keep most things to oneself in places such as this.

He paused by the edge of the shop that he visited this morning (Borgin and Burkes), slide his hands inside his black flowing robe and took out a slip of paper. He took a quick look at the paper then hurriedly put it back to where it came from. Darting suspicious glances around him, he then turned and walked pass several stores selling absolutely bizarre things.

After few minute, his pace slowed. Again, cautiously looked around then he suddenly turned, disappearing down a dark and narrow alleyway. His footstep marked by each splashing sound from the shallow water puddles in the passage. The fleeting echoes of his steps gradually disappeared as his outline slowly merged into the shadow.

His appearance and disappearance would soon be forgotten. Everyone here knows hat the less you know, the longer you might just live. As the slogan goes: Numerous folks come here to do what they don't want others to know and it's such a perfect place to do such.

"Mister Malfoy I presume. You've finally came."

"Yes."

"A bit late don't you think?"

"I've got distracted. Enough on that, what about the exchange we've been working on-"

In one of the many hidden corners of Knockturn Alley Lucius Malfoy stood facing a tall figure whose slender torso was wrapped from head to toe in dark green cloak.

"Would you follow me please."

"I intend to, lead the way."

The person turned with a mysterious smile upon his lips. Malfoy followed, cautiously into the dark.

"Wait-"

"Do you still want it?"

Had it not been the intense desire to possess the object that he sought after, he would not have came at all. Falling silent he walked faster to catch up. The surrounding was becoming more and more unfamiliar; he has no idea where he was!

Out of wariness he took out his wand quietly, hopping not to alert the other in front.

"Is the wand really necessary?"

Dark eyes spared a glance to the surroundings in apprehension, Malfoy raised his wand higher.

"I think it's a perfect pace for our bargain," the other did not answer.

Malfoy's grip on the wand tightened. "Don't you think so?"

The other simply smiled and at the same time throws off his hood. Eyes wide in astonishment, Malfoy stared open-mouthed at the blond. Long luxurious locks a shade close to his own fell pass the person's shoulder blade, intricate and elegant braids kept the blond locks away from the well -defined features. Piercing Sapphire eyes of eternal depth looked in open amusement at him, soft lips carved to present a smile so enchanting it took his breath away, even in its mocking nature.

He did not know what happened next. Faster than his eyes could follow, the wand was kicked out of his fingers. The other extended his hand and the wand landed lightly in his grasp. Withdrawing his hand, Malfoy realized in his momentarily laps of attention, the odds had dramatically turned against him. He did not know that he never had any chance at all.

Malfoy looked at the creature standing not four feet in front of him omitting a soft ethereal light. Looking quite other-worldly and out of place in this grimy place yet still absolutely stunning in its beauty. He seems somehow unhuman, quite veela like actually, but defiantly male. In astonishment and slight fear Malfoy narrowed his eyes.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

"Mr. Malfoy would you be so kind to tell me something that I needed to know."

His world sunk into darkness…

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