Chapter 2

Hogwarts

Draco twiddled with his muggle phone in his dorm room that the Order had got for him, after Draco had asked. When they had actually given it to him, Draco was shocked, he hadn't anticipated the Order actually liking him that much. The thing is though, Draco couldn't get the damned thing to work. Snape had warned him that the muggle electronic wouldn't cope well with the magic in Hogwarts, but Draco was worried that going outside with it would attract too much attention. He had finally gotten time alone in his dorm to try it out, but couldn't do much more than turn it on. Draco finally found out how to use the tiny controls, and decided to take it outside after all.

On the way out though he was cornered by Pansy, and he had to check that the flip phone was indeed still hidden inside his robe. Pansy didn't notice this, she was too busy ogling Draco in a way that he thought Draco wouldn't catch. "Draco! We haven't had a chance to talk yet." Draco could see why Pansy had cornered him, other girls from the pack Pansy had escaped him were giggling and watching. Draco wondered if the watching had occurred before or after Pansy had sauntered over. Draco liked to think it was the former, even though he thought his ability for charm had certainly faded since a murderous clan festered in his living space.

One thing Pansy was good for was increasing Draco's popularity, and Draco was forever grateful for it, even though Draco wasn't sure he returned Pansy's feelings of obsession. He definitely didn't return Pansy's allegiance with the Death Eaters. But Pansy didn't know about anything that she thought she did, so Draco kept her at his arm. "Love, I will talk with you as soon as I manage to work on Quidditch. You know I have to keep my muscles in check." Draco thought it was borderline overkill, but her pals such as Daphne swooned in response, so Pansy left off, but not without a piercing look in Draco's direction. Draco forgot how perceptive Pansy could be.

Finally rid of interruptions, Draco made his way to a non-magical tree on the Hogwart's grounds and sat down. Draco was relieved to see bars come up on the stupid phone, and punched in Harry's number before it could possibly not work again. Should he call? No, that would be just as forward as he was before, and Draco had in good mind not to do something as embarrassing as that ever again. Thankfully, Draco had already stayed up thinking about what his first words would be, and sent out a "Hey, it's the guy from the library. I'm Draco Malfoy." before throwing the phone on the grass. Draco let out a breath of air he didn't know he was holding.

Draco blushed at himself but the moment broke when the phone vibrated. Draco leaped for it, then held it up to himself so he could observe. "That's a strange name. I'm Harry... Harry Potter. Do you still want to meet?" Draco found himself unable to breathe again. Before, he thought he would run all the way back up to Snape's classroom to show him, but now, he wanted to keep Harry's texts all to himself. Not caring anymore if he was responding too fast, Draco sent out a 'yes' and a 'where to?' before clutching it in his hands like a baby. He hoped no one could see. Draco? With a phone? But he was unable to even look up. A text with a address and a time came up later.

A muggle arcade

Draco tugged at his pullover as he walked into the arcade. It smelled like grease and cleaning product, which Draco figured was from the workers who had taken a break from cleaning the games that definitely did not look safe to touch. Harry was easy to spot, he was hanging around a group of games that were left alone, while other kids and teens raced around him. No one else seemed to notice him, it was as if he existed on only a plane Draco could see... and touch. As Draco walked towards him, he lifted off the machine he was standing against and touched Draco's shoulder with his own. Harry was slightly shorter than Draco. Draco didn't know why this was so notable to him.

"Hi. Do you really go by Draco?" Harry asked quizzically, and Draco noticed the coins Harry had clutched in his hand. "Do you really go by Harold?" Draco asked back, looking away from Harry's hand towards the shirt Harry had on that did not feature a 'Harold' on it. Harry heated up before he could stop himself. "My boss did that. My name's really only Harry. He didn't believe it though." Harry told him with some irritation directed towards his boss. Draco couldn't understand why Harry was in a job anyways. Harry was obviously above such needless muggle work. "Well, my name really is Draco. And yes, it is indeed a star."

Harry looked at him with shock, and Draco marveled in his own Slytherin power to be able to answer something that the other person was thinking in their head. Draco wondered if Harry would be a Slytherin. "You got me. I looked it up. But that was only after I remembered how insistent you were to talk sometime again." Draco was about to answer seriously before he realized that Harry was making fun of him. It should have infuriated him, and perhaps it would have, had Harry been anyone else, Malfoy's would never stand for such insolence, but he found it increasingly hard to be anything but appreciative of who-and what- Harry was. Was he turning into Pansy?

"Hilarious." Draco finally managed. "I didn't want to piss off your manager." Draco said, only half-lying. Harry laughed, and Draco watched as the scar on his forehead slightly appeared into view. He wondered if it ever did anything. Did it hurt? "You've noticed my scar." Harry stopped laughing and said nonchalantly. Draco regretted looking at it, Harry seemed to be hiding it. "I got it when I... it's a long story. I forgot everything after I turned ten, basically." Harry was definitely uncomfortable. It was only the second time seeing him and Draco had already gotten information out of him. He liked to think it was because he trusted him, but he didn't like pressuring him.

Harry changed the subject before Draco got to say anything. "We haven't even talked about Marvel yet. Do you go to school here, by the way?" Harry asked, and Draco had to rack his brain for where Harry currently lived, completely forgetting as Harry peered at him with his green eyes. "No, I've only just moved here. I'm homeschooled." Draco lied. How in Merlin's pants could he keep this lie? Did Harry know where everyone in this town lived? But Harry didn't ask where he lived, just nodded. "Too bad. I was hoping I could talk to you more." Harry said awkwardly. Draco wondered if Harry had friends other than that girl he seen before. "I might come and find you then." Draco told him with a smile.

TBC -