Harry Potter One Shots

So We Meet Again

Let's start with an oldie and a goodie...in two ways...

Draco x Harry

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Harry Potter had disappeared from the wizarding world immediately after completing his education at Hogwarts. Whenever reporters finally cornered the other members of the Golden Trio to question them about the Boy-Who-Lived's whereabouts, they refused to divulge anything about his location. The reporters even tried following them to see if they would accidently lead them to the saviour yet, no luck.

So when Lord Draco Malfoy chose to get a drink from a quaint, out of the way coffee shop when coming back from visiting Theodore Nott, who had left the wizarding world for the muggle world because of his families Death Eater reputation,  he was not expecting to see his school rival behind the counter.

The other man had yet to look up from the machine he was using to make another customers drink (Draco had came to the conclusion that those nifty machines where the reason muggle-made caffeinated drinks where much better than wizards attempts, not that that was much of a feat to begin with though). Draco took the distraction as an opportunity to study the man he used to fight unabashed.

Potter had certainly filled out since the last time Draco had seen him. The man had looked somewhat unbelievably gaunt at the Malfoy's trial and had only marginally by the time he finished Hogwarts. Now he looked much healthier but still not completely there, which Draco assumed he probably never would be able to fully recover from the state he had been in. He also hadn't grown much taller, Draco must look as tall as Hagrid next to him due to the multiple growth spurts he had as a teenager (which was obviously exaggerated but the 11 year old, who Potter had rejected the hand of, inside him got extreme satisfaction at the fact he had beaten him in the height department). At 25 Draco had made it to 6"2, much to the amusement of his mother who proclaimed he was shorter than others his age when he was younger, and estimated the man in front of him to be around 5"6-5"7. While he hadn't grown in height, Potter had obviously grown into himself. He looked mature and self-confident even with his still wild hair a birds nest atop his head. He had also seemed to have fixed his sight as his trademark glasses where nowhere to be found.

"I will be with you in a second," he said, not lifting his head from finishing a drink Draco could not identify. His face was scrunched up in concentration as he made a shape in the foam of the drink, his tongue peeking out of the corner of his mouth causing Draco to subconsciously smile.

"All done. Hi, what would you-" Now there was the expression Draco was looking for. The Boy-Who-Lived finally looked up to his next customer and immediately froze, his mouth wide open.

"Well I'd like a caramel macchiato please but I doubt you would like a mouth full of flies so I would shut it if I were you Potter." He stated, looking the man in the eye, smirking. At the order and familiar sarcasm from the other, Potter seemed to find his bearings and shut his mouth and entered the order in the machine infront of him.

"Will that be all?" Draco snorted turning his head to the side. Potter seemed to be refusing to raise his head to look at him again.

"What? You really have nothing to say to me Potter? We haven't seen each other in years and I thought our childhood rivalry had meant something," he raised the back of his hand to his head to emphasise his mock dramatics. Now that had gotten the man to look at him.

"We hated each other, what would I have to say to you now? So, Malfoy, will that be all?" Draco raised his eyebrow in amusement at the sudden outburst. Bending forwards, leaning his elbows on the counter to be able to look at the Savior face to face, he continued his antics.

"You say that Potter but I saw you spying on me so many times that I have to believe that it wasn't just due to you being suspicious of me. I saw the looks you gave me." He smirked, spuing out the lies. Draco was the party guilty of looking at the other in a 'different' way. Not that Draco would ever admit the crush he had had on Potter as a teenager, never, he had pushed it deep inside and never divulged his secret to anyone. Though he started to question if he had been wrong about if the feeling were reciprocated or not. Potter face had flamed up and he was opening and closing his mouth like a fish as if he could not figure out how to reply. "Not that I minded of course, having the Golden Boy as an admirer was extremely flattering," he decided to keep going to see how the interaction would end. It wasn't like there was anything bad that come from it.

"I didn't have a crush on you- Nevermind! Is that all you would like to order Malfoy?"

"I don't believe you, though you could have just confessed your feelings when we younger Potter. You really have never been too bad on the eyes." He raked his eyes over what he could see of the man and found Potter's blush had deepened.

Taking a deep breath to compose himself, Potter replied, "thank you for the complement but that doesn't answer my question, is that all you would like to order?"

"I can give you more complements if you would like? Your gorgeous eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad. Your hair that is as dark as a blackboard frames your face beautifully-"

"That's enough!" He cut of Malfoy's teasing, obviously recognising the other was referencing the dreadful poem Ginny Weasley had once wrote him as a valentines in second year. "Do you just want the macchiato or is there something else you want?" He asked to his evidently amused childhood rival.

"Well I would also like a date but, seeing the annoyance on your face, I'll settle with just the macchiato." Choosing that moment to be serious he supposed gambling whether he would get a date with the saviour of the wizarding world and being kicked out of the shop wouldn't be too bad.

"Ok that will be £4.75." It seemed the saviour was going to ignore him so he just shrugged, slightly disappointed, and payed for the drink before moving over to the tables to find a seat. Not wanting to annoy the other more he decided to not look over to the counter and just scroll through his phone for a while (a forced gift from Theodore).

After a couple of minutes, he saw his drink being placed on the table. "Thank-" It was Potter who had served him his drink and it looked as if he didn't want to spend any more time in Draco's company as when he looked up to say thank you, he was met with the sight of Potter's retreating form as he scurried away from the table. Sighing, Draco decided to cut his losses and stop bothering him. Though he was surprised as he lifted his cup. There was something penned on his napkin:

I still am mad at you, but if you were being serious call me.

Under was a phone number but that didn't seem to be the end of the message.

p.s. I am hoping that it is a phone in your hand but if I'm wrong, owl me.

Smiling, Draco looked up and locked eyes with the man who wrote the note. The man did look away when he noticed the attention but it is safe to say Draco was not going to waste his chance this time.