Cafe Rendezvous
By: Nickainai
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm going to start off each chapter with something from the past, so you know more about Harry/Draco's past, and then second half, will be in present time.
Chapter Two
"How's Draco?" asked Lucius Malfoy as his wife entered the Grand Hall.
Narcissa gave her husband a weak smile, "He'll be fine."
The older man nodded his head in understandment.
"I'm so glad you told him about our wonderful news!" exclaimed Narcissa as she planted a kiss on her husband's lips.
Lucius quickly took back. "I didn't tell her, Cissa."
Narcissa frowned suddenly. She didn't understand. "Then why did you bring him into the library?"
Lucius took her hand, and lead her to the sitting room. He looked into his wife's eyes, those beautiful blue eyes, while his was stone gray.
"What is it Lucius?" asked Narcissa, tears springing out of her eyes, in confusion and fear.
Lucius sighed sadly. He proceeded on explaining most of the contents that happened last night.
"He chose to stay. Not become a death eater, so I have to kill him." explained Lucius. That wasn't the truth, the truth was that Draco decided to leave the Wizarding World forever. Lucius felt really bad for lying to his wife, but he had to proceed on with his original plan, and it was best that Narcissa didn't know the whole plan.
"No, Lucius, no..." Narcissa started to cry hysterically.
"I'm sorry, Cissa, he had a choice. He choice this. I love him, I do."
"No, if you loved him..." Narcissa begun but then Lucius interputted her, "I do! Really, honestly, he's my son, he's my blood."
"I know." sighed Narcissa. "I just... feel bad that our daughter will not know him."
"So do I, Cissa. It's just horrible timing." explained Luicus. "I feel horrible for not being a part of my daughter's life."
"What do you mean, Lucius?" asked Narcissa. Lucius pulled his wife in his arms, and rubbed her upper arms with his hands in order to conform her, "Murder is a crime, but, Severus will help you to raise her."
"No, you're not going to Akazaban! No, you're not!" yelled Narcissa as she stood up abruptly. "Bellatrix grew up without a father, and look at her now! She's fucking crazy! I don't want our daughter to be like that, I don't want her to grow up without a father..." She broke down to the floor, covered her face, her tears streaking her porcleian face.
Lucius sighed. "You can always bring her to visit me, but promise me, promise me, that you'll tell her that I'm a good person, regardless of my death eater activities."
"I promise. I do." promised Narcissa.
"I have to ask you something else." stated Lucius.
"You already asked for so much, Lucius, what is it now?" asked Narcissa.
"I want you to, tell our daughter all about our wonderful son, Draco, how heroic he was. Please, Cissa?" pleaded Lucius.
"Oh, Lucius. Of course," cried Narciassa, she hugged her husband tightly. She might never forgive Lucius for killing her son, but she will always love the man she married.
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Draco was drinking bottled water, wiping off a sweat drop from his forehead as he heard a familiar voice calling his name out.
He looked up and it was the boy that he met last week at work. Draco remembered his name, 'Evan Rodgers.'
"Oh, hey Evan." greeted Draco.
"Great game you played out there!" praised Harry.
Draco took another drink from his water bottle, and quietly laughed, "Thanks."
Harry nodded. "So what are you doing afterwards? Work?" asked the dark haired boy.
"No, actually, I have sundays off." replied Draco.
Harry's smile widened, "So you're free?"
"I guess." replied Draco, shrugging his shoulders and picked up his towel then wiped all of the sweat off of his body.
"Do you want to hang out?" asked Harry.
Draco smiled. "Sure, why not?"
"Allright, so I'll pick you up in front of your flat around 7 tonight?" asked Harry.
"Yeah, that sounds okay." agreed Draco, and he began to walk into the locker rooms until Harry yelled out, "Hayden?"
Draco turned around, "Yeah?"
"Umm, dress real nice, okay?" suggested Harry.
Draco knitted his eyebrows together, then he asked, "Why?"
Harry smiled mischeviously, and turned his back to Draco, then said, "Because we're going clubbing."
Draco dropped his mouth open. He hadn't went clubbing in ages. The last time he went clubbing was more than four years ago. He snuck out of Hogwarts with Pansy and Blaise, and went to Hogsmeade until 5 in the morning. Sometimes Draco truly missed these days. He couldn't even remember the sensation of being drunken.
As soon as Draco left the university buliding, he went immediately to his apartment. He dropped his gym bag and headed to his bedroom, exploring his closet.
Draco smiled as he remembered Pansy advice on clothes to wear to go clubbing. 'The tighter, the better.' He hoped that this principle worked nowadays. He decided to seek for the clothes that was from a few years ago, because the clothes that he usually wore wasn't form-fitting. He smiled as he found his leather pants from four years back, they still looked brand new, he wondered if it fit.
So Draco tried his leather pants on, and he had to squeeze slowly into them, boy, were they tight. He went into the bathroom and checked himself out, he thought his butt looked amazing. He smirked at this.
"Now to settle on a shirt..." said Draco to himself.
The blonde haired boy had a difficult time finding a shirt, but he settled on for an emerald green muscle t-shirt that showed off his six pack nicely, and his perfectly chisled muscles.
Draco entered the bathroom once more, he put on black eyeliner. He remembered another one of Pansy's sayings, 'You'd look AMAZING in eyeliner, with it, your eyes could melt anybody's heart!'
He looked at the time. It was a couple of hours ago when he left the school, and 'Evan' was going to pick him up in about fifteen mintues. Just before he left, he decided to check himself up in the mirror.
"Just perfect." said Draco. And he headed out of his apartment, then stood in front of the buliding waiting for his friend.
As the hands on Draco's watch pointed to 7'o clock, a black sports car arrived on the road in front of the buliding.
The passenger seat window rolled down, and there was this familiar voice once again.
"Hayden?" asked Harry.
"Hi." said Draco as he entered the car.
Harry dropped his mouth open. "Uhm.. Hayden, y-you, look..."
"I look like crap?" asked Draco.
"What! No, no, not at all, you look... amazing." said Harry, and he smiled as he spoke the last word.
Draco smiled. His eyes travelled up and down, analyzing Harry's body, and said "You look good too." With a blush.
This was true. Harry was wearing a form fitting pair of jeans, Draco thought they looked very much like girl jeans, belted up with a studded dark pink belt. Harry also wore a black beater with black netting sleeves. He also noticed that they were both wearing black eyeliner. The dark haired boy's hair looked amazing, it was spiked all the way, sticking out everywhere, there was some copper highlights all over.
"Well, lets get all buckled up." said Harry.
Draco put on his seat-belt, then Harry pressed the pedal.
Harry brought Draco to this nightclub named "Dep." Draco was skeptical about the name. Harry let the Valet park attendant park his car. Apparently this was some exclusive club. Draco saw the line-up, there had to be at least hundreds of club-goers. His eyes travelled to the bouncer, he had to be at least 7'1 in height, also was very big and musclar. Draco was nervous just by looking at him.
Harry grabbed Draco's hand, "Come on, Hayden!"
Draco looked at the hand. He raised an eyebrow, but Harry did not react to this. Draco also noticed that Harry wasn't heading for the end of the line.
"What are you doing?" asked Draco.
At this, Harry let go of the other boy's hand, "Getting us in the club!"
"You're cutting in!" exclaimed Draco.
"Technically...No." replied Harry mischeviously.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"Let's say... I have connections." said Harry with a smirk.
The smirk was familiar to Draco, it almost resembled the infamous Malfoy smirk which spooked him a little bit. He eventually shrugged it off.
Harry walked up to the bouncer, while Draco was tailing after him.
"Hello Frankie." greeted Harry.
"Hello Evan, you can go in." said Frankie.
Draco stared at Harry. "You know that, monster?" asked Draco.
Harry laughed. "He's not a monster, he's a couple of friends from my old school's dad."
"Ahh, I see." replied Draco.
Draco stood for a moment to take it all in. He looked at the place, it looked awesome, it wasn't too crowded, but there was alot of music blaring, and cool lighting effects.
"Hey, you wanna dance?" asked Harry.
"With you?" replied Draco.
"Yeah, come on, don't be shy." encouraged Harry.
Draco raised an eyebrow, then shrugged his shoulders. Harry took his hand and dragged him to the dance floor.
Harry started to dance immediately, Draco was hesistanting about whether he should start dancing or not. But before he knew it, he was dancing along with Harry.
"Do you club much?" asked Harry.
"No, I used to though." replied Draco. "Do you?"
"No, not really." answered Harry, "I could see that you used to club, you're a pretty good dancer."
Draco blushed. "Thanks."
Harry moved closer to Draco, dancing like the world will never stop, as if night lasted forever. Draco stared into Harry's eyes, they were emerald, but they were so familiar. He didn't understand this.
It was getting hotter in the club, sweat was dripping from the two boys foreheads, both of them sweating feverishly. Harry was grinding against Draco, and Draco was responding. At this time, a couple of hours already passed by.
"You know, there's something about you, that has me drawn to you..." said Harry, looking into Draco's eyes.
"Oh yeah?" asked Draco then gulped.
"I feel like I've known you somehow..." confessed Harry.
"Oh."
"I'm deeply attracted to you, Hayden." said Harry, and then he pulled Draco closer to him, hugging him.
Then before Draco noticed, he felt a warm presence on his lips, it was Harry's lips on his own. A boy was kissing him! He felt frozen. He couldn't move. He was in complete shock.
Draco felt his lips being opened, and a tongue entered his mouth, experiencing the caverns of the mouth.
His eyes snapped open. He pushed Harry away.
"I've got to go!" exclaimed Draco, and he started to run out of the bar.
"Fuck, Hayden! Don't..." yelled out Harry. But it was too late.
"Shit."