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Chapter 5

It'd been a few days since Harry last held his wand and he was feeling rather lost without it. He thought maybe Malfoy would leave the wand at the front desk of his hotel so he'd been purposely staying away and coming back late, checking for it. He was also afraid to run into him in New York so he'd been taking trips to neighboring towns.

It was now the evening before he was due to leave and he was attempting to muster up the courage to go to Malfoy's and ask for his wand. He sat at a table in the hotel's restaurant, with a drink in front of him, giving his self a pep talk.

"Oh, Merlin's pants! This shouldn't be so hard to do!" he said aloud, startling a few patrons near him.

"Such language, Potter," a voice said behind him. The familiar drawl sent a shock through Harry's system.

He looked up as Malfoy walked around and sat in the chair across from him. He glanced over his dark grey, pinstriped suit, noticing he wore no tie and the top button of his crisp white shirt was undone. Harry wondered if he'd just came from work. He finally looked at his face and saw that he was watching him with mixed emotions on his face.

"H-hi," Harry stammered out.

"Hi yourself," Malfoy replied with an edge in his voice. Harry suspected one of his emotions was dominating over the others. Irritation. "You look well," he said as if it were an accusation.

"So do you." Harry didn't know what else to say.

"Can I get you anything?" A waitress asked and Harry started. He didn't know anyone was standing there.

"Whisky and coke, please?" Malfoy responded to her.

"Sure thing, sir." The brunette said with a teeth bearing smile. She looked at Malfoy for a few seconds longer before turning to Harry. "Can I get you a refill?"

"No, thank you." He was afraid to drink in front of Malfoy.

"Alright, I'll be right back," The waitress said, giving Malfoy another glance over before leaving the table. Harry shifted in his seat.

"I'm not going to take advantage of you," Malfoy snarled with a shake of his head as he looked down. A few strands of hair tumbled to his forehead.

"I-I didn't think that," Harry countered. Really, he wasn't sure of his own self and he didn't know why. Malfoy finally looked up again, glaring at him and Harry was wondering if he was using Legilimency against him. He attempted to clear his mind just in case.

Malfoy folded his hands on the table as he leaned forward and got straight to the point. "Why did you bolt?"

"I don't know. I-," Harry began but was cut off by the waitress's return.

"Your whisky and coke, sir. I made sure we used the good stuff," she said as she sat a napkin and the drink down.

"Thank you," he said with his signature smile. The waitress fluttered her eyes with an intake of breath.

"You're very welcome. Let me know if you need anything else... Lisette," she added as she walked backwards from the table.

"Well she certainly fancies you. Forgot I was even here," Harry muttered as he ran a finger across his glass.

"Are you jealous, Potter?" Malfoy said with amusement in his voice. Harry looked up and saw the smile was back on his face.

"No! Why would I be?" he asked nervously.

Malfoy didn't respond and instead lifted his drink and put it to his mouth. He made a face after setting it back down but the amusement was still visible.

"Bloody hell, that's strong."

"Maybe she's trying to get you drunk," Harry replied and now even to his self he sounded jealous. Malfoy let out a small laugh.

"I don't want to take the waitress home," he said with a head shake. He'd yet to remove the hair from his forehead.

"I wouldn't care if you did." Harry tried to say it as nonchalant as possible but Malfoy smiled again.

"I came here to see you," he stated. "You left something behind... When you rushed out." The smile was gone and the irritation was back in his voice.

"Oh, right," Harry replied nervously. He picked up his drink and took a sip.

"Well...?" Malfoy spoke when Harry didn't say anything else.

"I just had to get out of there. It felt as if the room was closing in. I didn't know what else to do."

"How about staying and confronting your feelings!" Malfoy half shouted, causing a few stares. He glanced around and raked his hair back with his fingers.

"How could I when I'm not even sure what they are? I mean. I've never..." Harry couldn't finish the sentence.

"Say it," Malfoy dared.

"Snogged a guy," he finished, lowering his voice. "Then the fact that it's you..."

"Gee, thanks," Malfoy rebutted.

"I didn't mean it like that... We hated each other before we even knew each other and that rivalry carried on for years. I thought we would kill each other, not-" He paused again.

"And I thought we were of age now. Not letting adolescent rivalries determine who we are now but I guess I was wrong."

Malfoy stood, retrieving his wallet from his pocket and pulling out a large bill that would more than cover his and Harry's tab. He then reached behind his back and laid a wooden object on the table. "Your wand. And for the record, you kissed me."

Malfoy looked as if he wanted say something else but decided against it and headed for the exit. Harry quickly grabbed his wand as he stood and turned, almost knocking into the waitress.

"Is everything alright?" she asked, looking from Harry to Malfoy's departing back.

"Er, yes. Excuse me," he replied, quickly rushing past her to find Malfoy.
"Malfoy, wait!" He was already across the street, opening his car door. His body stiffened at the sound of Harry's voice.

Bracing his self, Harry hurried across the street and stood on the sidewalk near the passenger door.

"What do you want?" Malfoy asked in a clipped tone. He looked up the street, not wanting to meet Harry's eyes.

"I wanted to apologize."

"For what?"

"Everything I said, honestly. I didn't mean to imply that you were the same old Malfoy. I just... This is all so new. Seeing you here sort of brought back what I was trying to run from and you seeing right through what I was even attempting to hide from myself... You made me face the true reasons I left and most of all realizing that I liked you-" Harry abruptly stopped when Malfoy's head snapped forward, finally looking at him.

"What did you say?" Malfoy wanted to be sure he heard correctly. With a sigh, Harry continued.

"I haven't felt much of anything besides guilt and remorse since the war ended... Then out of nowhere you showed up and... I admit it was the old hatred at first and then deep down I guess I was glad to see you - someone familiar, even if we weren't friends but... That night at the bar... In your apartment... Something changed..."

"I felt it too and we could have talked about it if you would have stayed. I don't understand what's going on either but I'd rather explore it than regret not doing anything," Malfoy replied with exasperation.

"Well I guess that's how it'll have to go. I'm leaving tomorrow morning."

"Then stay with me tonight." There was a plead in Malfoy's voice that constricted a cord in Harry's heart.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked nervously.

"I'm not trying to make you a one night stand," Malfoy said with a scoff. "Just spend the night with me."

Harry looked up at the hotel, at Malfoy, and then down at his feet as he tried to think. He thought about the moment possibly being the last time he would ever see or speak to him and the idea alone felt like a loss. So without a word, he opened the passenger door and got in. After a few moments, Malfoy followed suit.