(HP Đồng nhân Eng) Seven Years Too Late

Chap 6

Harry tasted of coffee and minty toothpaste and Draco opened his mouth to accept the Gryffindor's tongue, kissing him back before he could remember all the reasons why he shouldn't be standing in his kitchen kissing Harry Potter. 

Those reasons were supposed to be hovering right there in his mind at the ready, but before he even had the chance to catch up to what was going on, the be spectacled Auror was lifting his head. 

Draco felt like his brain was operating on only half a cylinder when Harry pulled his radio off his hipand talked into it. Naturally, he'd been losing his mind and Potter had been perfectly capable ofhearing his radio. He covered his eyes with his hand for a moment then brushed his fingers through his pale hair. Gathering his composure took effort. 

"I have to go," Harry stated awkwardly.

Draco's lips twisted. "Of course you do. It's what I've been expecting you to do all along." 

The Auror wouldn't be leaving just his house, either. Before long, he'd leave Little Whinging, as well. The blond knew it down in his bones. Harry Potter and the town of Little Whinging were not destined to grow old together, any more than Draco had been destined for something other than heartache where the Gryffindor was concerned. 

His gaze flicked to the phone that hung on the wall when it suddenly rang. 

"Early caller," Harry stated. 

"That's ironic coming from you, don't you think? Considering that you're standing here in my kitchenat this hour." Draco snatched up the telephone. 

"Hello?"

"Meet me in two hours." The call severed, and though the voice had been abrupt, Draco still recognized the caller. Brody Paine. His face paled. Aware of Harry watching him, Draco hung up and tried to look nonchalant.

"Wrong number," he shrugged. 

'He's lying' Harry thought. 'Why?' 

The Gryffindor had his own duties to take care of. Ones he wouldn't shirk. If there was one thing Harry knew about, it was taking responsibility for things. There were only two people in Harry's life that he'd failed, and one of them had just lied, for unfathomable reasons, about the phone call he'd just received. Indulging his curiosity would have to wait, though. 

"I'll let you know about Eli's schoolwork if he's not feeling better by Monday." 

"Fair enough," Draco replied, his voice careful because he didn't want to spar with him over his
son's supposed cheating. 

The blond sidled past him in the small kitchen and walked through the living room. 

Draco waited at the front door, going through the motions of showing him out, without uttering
another peep. The second Harry was out on the porch, the door shut behind him with a click.

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A few hours later Harry had just arrived at the new supermarket on the far side of town to deal witha fender bender. Seeing how he was supposed to be a normal police officer doing normal policemanduties he had no choice but to take the call. 

Lifting his head from his notebook that he had been writing the two upset motorists statements on, he saw the familiar little blue sedan barrel into the parking lot. 

Harry scratched his name on the report and climbed out of his warm vehicle to finish dealing withthe annoyed drivers involved in the minor accident and send them on their way. 

Draco's blue sedan was still parked in the lot when he finished, so he hooked his radio on his belt and headed toward the entrance of the store. 

Inside, the place was fairly bustling. Clerks were stocking special holiday displays, and Christmas music was coming from the speakers. This store hadn't been there when Harry had lived in Little Whinging. It was one of the additions to come after he had come of age and left the Dursley's for good.