This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Word Count: 585
Title: Until We Meet Again
Note:
Warnings: canon death, loss, divorce
Beta: chibi-shibi, VanillaAshes, ViolaMoon
Quidditch League:
[Team]: Pride Of Portree
[Position] Captain
[Theme]: Procrastination Thread
[Prompts]:
[Theme] Book Club
[Prompts] [quote] 'Powerful women are often threatening to insecure men.'
[Theme] Pokemon Master
[Prompts] Charmander: Draco/Harry, 302. Sableye: Write a fic set in Gringotts
The House Cup:
[House]: Hufflepuff
[Class] Head Of House
[Prompts]: [Song] Harvest Moon by Neil Young
[Category]: Drabble
Hogwarts
Assignment 9: Ballroom Dancing: Boogie to the Beat: Task #5 - Dancing the Modern Waltz on "I'll Be" by Edwin McCain: Write a fic with the Hurt/Comfort genre. (5 bonus points if it has a happy ending.)
Yearly:
Prompt 944 [Title] Until We Meet Again
When we were strangers
I watched you from afar
When we were lovers
I loved you with all my heart- Neil Young, Harvest Moon
"I'm Harry James Potter! For Merlin's sake!" Harry yelled. A couple of people in Gringotts turned to stare, and Draco's silvery grey eyes couldn't help but seek him out. He remembered the last time he had seen Harry: it was in their eighth year, and they had decided to let bygones be bygones. Fleetingly, it had seemed like their friendship could have been more than that—more than just friendship— but once he was aware of the promise to the Greengrass family, Draco had no choice but to marry Astoria. He did grow to love her, in the time they were married, and he wouldn't change it for anything, as it had blessed him with his son, Scorpius.
"Mr Potter," the goblin spoke softly, but Draco could easily overhear him. "Please lower your voice. Your wife had the key to your vault, and according to the marriage contract—"
Harry cut the goblin off, making the goblin look like he sucked on a sherbet lemon. Harry pulled a brown binder from his robes, slamming it down hard.
"Divorce papers?" the goblin asked, looking dismayed.
"Yes, and as such, the former Mrs Potter would have been aware that it was no longer legal for her to enter my vault."
"Mr Potter, my apologies, but as she was still legally your wife until we received this," he pointed at the paperwork open in front of him, "there is nothing that can be done."
Draco was drawn from his own business, which was withdrawing money from the Malfoy vaults, to wonder if he should approach Harry, or keep staring like all the strangers. It was when Harry's last words echoed through his head that the choice became clear. "Until we meet again," Harry had said with a grin, Apparating from Platform 9 and ¾. So, he quickly muttered to the goblin that was helping him that he would be right back, and walked over to where Harry stood.
"Harry," Draco murmured softly; his usual drawl was missing. He had been struggling to get over the death of Astoria. Even though he knew she'd suspected he had feelings for Harry, he had loved her until she had breathed her last.
"Draco, what—" Harry started. Draco was sure Harry was about to ask him what he was doing here, as if Harry had forgotten they were in the middle of the biggest wizarding bank in London.
"Withdrawal," he nodded over at the goblin who was now looking through a red folder at the desk nearby.
"I couldn't help but overhear," Draco started, and when Harry raised his eyebrows at the other man, he grinned and added, "I literally couldn't. I'm sure the whole place heard you."
Harry glanced around, clearly abashed about his outburst earlier. He wasn't really one to throw his name around.
"Powerful women are often threatening to insecure men," Harry muttered with a strangled laugh.
"The former Mrs Potter?" Draco deduced, correctly, from the way Harry's face went pale.
Harry simply nodded.
"Although, I don't think you are insecure, some people just aren't meant to be," Draco added. A puzzled look passed over Harry's face at his words; he clearly wasn't expecting Draco to be somewhat sympathetic.
"Shall we go for a drink?" Harry asked, and Draco nodded in agreement. He had a good feeling that this could be the start of something really special…