A/N: See? I told you there wouldn't be a long wait! So here it is, chapter 3! Honestly, the plot bunnies just keep coming. The minute I finished this chapter I already knew what the opening line for chapter 4 was going to be. Which is a good thing...I suppose. Anyways, in case there is any confusion, in the time that Draco was talking to his father at the beginning of chapter 2, Dumbledore was telling Harry about the wizarding world. So I make references and you may be like "How did he know that?" the answer is just that Dumbledore explained it to him, I just didn't write a whole essay on Harry's life.

Warnings: The beginning of the yaoi. This is going to be a Drarry eventually and Harry will top. (;

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. Don't be a douche-pickle and sue me. All rights go to J.K. Rowling.

Enjoy!

Harry looked around in amazement at the bustling street. There were tons of shops and people, all in varying colors (wizards tended to wear bright colors, Harry noticed.). Dumbledore chuckled as if he knew what he was thinking and pushed Harry towards a store called Madame Malkin's.

"We shall purchase your school robes first." Said Dumbledore. "I have already taken the liberty to collect some money from Gringott's Bank." Harry nodded and accepted a velvet pouch of jingling coins. They entered the robe shop, a little bell above the doorway signaling their entrance.

"Good evening, Madame. I would like to fit Mr. Potter here with a full set of Hogwarts uniforms and robes." He said to kind looking witch. She nodded in slight awe and ushered Harry to stand on a raised platform. She tapped a tape measure with her wand and it began to zoom about him. He stood awkwardly and waited patiently for her to finish.

"Alright, that'll be fourteen galleons and two sickles." She said, tapping the tape measure once more, letting it fall to the floor. Harry, remembering the little lesson Dumbledore had given him earlier, counted out the coins and handed them to the woman. "Thank you, dear. They'll be ready within the hour." Dumbledore nodded his thanks and Harry followed suit.

After an awkward encounter with a queer old man named Ollivander, they made their way to Flourish and Blotts to pick up his school books. Harry lovingly examined his new holly and phoenix feather wand and slid it back into the holster when Dumbledore passed him a large stack of books.

"Here we are, m' boy. There's no need to purchase all the books up to third year, so I've grabbed just the ones you need. After we are done here, I will take you to the school and you will begin your tutoring." The professor said setting the rest of the books on the shop counter. Harry nodded silently, less books meant less reading anyways.

"Look mummy! It's Harry Potter!" Harry's eyes widened and soon there were a swarm of people gathering around them. Dumbledore pinched the bridge of his nose in mild irritation, though the twinkle in his eye never diminished. Harry (although he thought something as stupid as not dying a silly thing to be famous for) knew he had to be more prepared for this sort of thing. He inwardly groaned and braced himself.

"Um, look, I uh, hate to break it to you, but I really need to be going now." Harry said, attempting to reason with the excited shoppers. They all groaned in protest but Harry shouldered his way past and paid for his books. Dumbledore then shrunk them and motioned for Harry to put them in his pocket. The teen deposited his books into his pants pocket and pushed people out of the way, stumbling through the exit of the store.

"Interesting experience, isn't it, Harry?" Professor Dumbledore said with a chuckle. Harry snorted ungracefully.

"Understatement of the century. They're like animals." He replied with an overdramatic shudder. Dumbledore patted Harry's back good-naturedly.

"You'll have to get used to it m' boy." He said. "Are you hungry? It's almost dinner time." Harry blinked in surprise for it had been early morning when Dumbledore had picked him up in California. He nearly smacked himself for forgetting that there would be a time difference. He shook off the thought.

"Yeah, a bit." He responded politely. Dumbledore nodded and signaled for Harry to follow him. They made their way back to The Leaky Cauldron and sat down at one of the far tables. Dumbledore took the liberty of ordering them each some fish and chips and something called butterbeer (which Harry hoped didn't actually have beer in it).

"Oh! Albus, fancy seeing you here." came a falsely interested voice from behind him. Dumbledore stood and shook hands with the man. Harry stood as well (eating would have to wait, he supposed) and came face to chest with a haughty looking man with platinum blonde hair that came past his shoulders and cold, grey eyes. Harry sucked in a breath, for standing next to him had to be one of the single sexiest men Harry had ever laid eyes on. The other teen had perfected the "bed-head" look, and Harry wanted to run his fingers through the silky blonde locks. He had silver-blue eyes and perfect lips, his nose slightly up-turned at the end. Harry composed himself and flashed the blonde his signature half-smirk.

"Lucius, a pleasure as always. I was just taking Mr. Potter here to get his school supplies." Dumbledore responded. Harry jerked his head to the side, motioning for the blonde to follow him to another table. Harry slid into a booth while the adults were talking about something or the other (politics, he guessed). The blonde hesitated slightly before sliding in on the opposite side.

"I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy. It's nice to meet you." The gorgeous blonde said. Harry grinned.

"Interesting name. I'm Harry Potter, but you probably knew that, didn't you?" Harry replied, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. Draco chuckled softly and Harry couldn't help but inwardly moan at the sound. Draco's voice stirred something deep in the pit of Harry's stomach, a feeling he tried to ignore.

"Yeah, my family has a thing for constellations. It's nice to finally meet you." He replied, smiling at Harry. Harry reached a hand across the table and Draco shook it.

"You too, I suppose. Not that I knew about you in the first place." Harry replied with a chuckle. "So, what house are you in? Y'know, assuming you go to Hogwarts in the first place." Draco just smiled politely and waved it off.

"I'm in Slytherin, for the sly and cunning. We have a bad rep but honestly, we aren't as we seem. The Gryffindorks just seem to hate us for no reason really, it's not like they know us that well, and I'm rambling." Draco replied, a faint blush dusting across his cheeks. Harry stifled a laugh and a devilish smirk graced his handsome features. He leaned across the table, placing his lips near Draco's ear.

"I don't know about you, but I'd like to Slyther-in your bed." Harry whispered his voice a deep rumble. Draco's face flushed a bright pink and Harry pulled away as Dumbledore called his name and the black-haired teen figured they'd eat later as they hadn't even touched the delicious looking food. Harry gave Draco a shit-eating grin and sauntered after the elderly professor. Draco ran a hand through his hair and over his face. He looked over to see his father catching up with an old acquaintance at the bar and he shifted uncomfortably. His eyes widened in realization: Harry Potter had flirted with him. He smiled to himself and found himself once again pondering the enigma that was Harry Potter. He had disappeared for thirteen years, only to come back and be exactly what Draco wasn't expecting. And Draco liked it. He liked it a lot.

A/N: Trololol- ohai. Didn't see you there. Just kidding, if I could see you that'd be weird. So? Did you like? I won't know unless you tell me~ Drop me a review, they feed my desire to update quicker! I should be able to update again tomorrow unless school work takes over.

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