Once Upon An East End (A Drarry FanFiction)

Chapter Two

   Harry retrieved his mobile phone from where he'd left it lying around by the hob earlier, then fished out the first aid kit from a drawer. It was a mess as usual, but he found the tube of cream he was looking for soon enough.

The man had finished his glass of water by the time Harry came back, and had the ice pressed to his eye once more. "I'm Harry, by the way," he said as he sat down, placing the phone on the table. "I've taken the lock off, so you can call whoever you want."

He smiled and was pleased to see the stranger smile back. "Thank you," he said sincerely, and held out his hand to shake. "I'm Draco."

Draco was used to getting a reaction when he introduced himself, and the guy with the glasses, Harry, didn't disappoint. His hand stilled mid-shake and his mouth fell open a little. He had lovely full lips, Draco noticed as he laughed.

"Yeah, I know, it's not the most usual name."

"Can't say I've heard it before," Harry grinned as he took his hand back, and Draco was grateful. You never knew who was going the take the piss.

"My mum's a Latin professor," Draco explained. "It means dragon, so I'm not quite sure what she was thinking when she named me that. Probably still high on gas and air."

Harry cocked an eyebrow. "It could have been worse," he conceded. "At least she didn't call you Smaug or something."

Draco blinked, and Harry wondered if he'd embarrassed himself, but the other man seemed impressed. "Tolkien fan?" he asked.

"Sort of," Harry admitted. "More Benedict Cumberbatch."

The horror probably showed on his face. Oh nice one Potter, he screamed internally. Do straight guys say things like that? You might as well shout it out. He didn't know this man from Adam, he might not appreciate a remark like that.

Draco grinned though, and lounged back in his now slightly soggy chair. "Ah," he said, taking the ice away from his face and gently touching his eye. "Our Benedict is quite the crumpet now isn't he?"

Harry wasn't too certain what to make of that reply, but Draco hadn't looked at him in disgust or called him a poof, so he allowed himself to relax a little bit. "Er, so," he held up the tube of cream. "This is Arnicare, great for bruises. Once you're dry you can use as much as you like, I've got a few of these lying around."

Draco considered the man before him, and reached out to take the cream. "Thanks," he said. "You certainly know your first aid." There was something a little sad there, a little hesitant, he could tell.

Harry forced himself to grin. Little gaylords learn quickly at schools like mine, he thought. First they learn to heal. Then they learn to fight back.

"Well the amount of accidents that happen around here," was what he said out loud. "I have to look after the minions – even when they call in sick and leave me to lock up by myself."

Draco decided he'd probably had the ice on his face long enough and put it down on the table. "You the boss or something?" he asked impressed. Harry seemed pleased by this, and smiled. Draco was going to have to watch himself. He was becoming a little enthralled with those lips.

"This is my place," Harry said. "I was lucky, one of the sous-chefs I trained under decided he had too many restaurants to manage, so offered it to me for a bargain."

"Wow," said Draco, looking around again with renewed interest. "I barely make it to the office on time with matching socks, and here you've got your own business."