A second chance

The arrival

Harry was awakened from his restless slumber by a loud knocking. He wondered aloud who on earth could it be at such an unearthly hour. He got up slowly, but when the knocking grew louder decided to just get it over with and see who it is. He didn't know that in a few seconds the lifestyle he had tried to build for himself after the war would crumble to pieces.

Draco looked at the piece of parchment he was holding in his pale hand. On it was a neatly written adress (12 grimmauld place). In his pocket he had the letter the ministry had given to him to hand to Harry explaining his sudden arrival . Even though it had been a few years , Draco had never felt this way before. It was a wierd feeling, like when you go visit someone you used to know after so many years without as much as a single letter or meeting. Sadly given his current situation he couldn't back out or apparate away, because the ministry had clearly stated that he is to be released from his house arrest IF he goes to live with none other than the famous Harry Potter and takes up a job as his right hand auror. Well he had stalled long enough. With a defeated step he slowly neared the door to his new home. The knock rang through the night loud enough to wake the dead, but perfect Potter was obviously oblivious to the fact that Malfoy is now standing in front of his door.

A few minutes passed and Draco knocked a few more times. A minute passed. He was just reaching out to knock once more when the door opened with a flourish. There in just his underwear and a quickly thrown on dressing gown stood Harry Potter. Draco's breath caught in his lungs as he stared at Harry. He just couldn't stop looking in awe at how muscled Potter had become over the years.

Harry threw on a dressing gown and trudged down the stairs as quickly as his sleep drunk self allowed, without tumbling down the stairs and landing in an ungracful heep as he had done just a few days ago. Once he reached the door he looked through the grimy peep hole to see who it is. And he couldn't believe who he was seeing....Draco Malfoy. He swung open the door ignoring the fact that it's cold and he has almost nothing on. He was just so surprised to see Malfoy that the bits of common sense he still had suddenly decided to take a vacation.
Malfoy looked just as dumb struck as he felt. So for a few moments both the men just stood and stared.
Just as the silence was becoming uncomfortable Harry had enough. He stepped down the few steps and embraced Draco as an old friend would. He could feel Draco stiffen under his grasp, but soon felt him relax and return the embrace.

Draco stared as Harry stepped down towards him. He was startled when Potter embraced him as if he was just an old school mate and not his sworn enemy. After a few moments of hesitation he relaxed and returned the embrace.

The boys didn't think of each other as enemy's anymore. There was some sort of unspoken agreement between them that stated that they may not be best friends, but you could call the thing between them some sort of friendship.

After a few minutes Draco became a bit self conscious and pulled away. He looked up at Harry to see the boy fighting to stop a blush from creeping up his cheeks. Suddenly Harry burst out laughing and asked innocently "is Draco Malfoy blushing because of a hug?". That was when Draco recognised the odd, yet weirdly calming flush of his own cheeks and quickly tucked his face into his coat. He stiffly held out the letter to Harry.