It all began with the Letter (Drarry)

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven: The Chase

Draco blinked at the note.

A shiver of a new unknown emotion ran through him, and shaking it off, he strode back to his room, starting about his daily activities. Time flew by, and the day passed quicker than he'd expected. Before long, it was close to the specified time and, not wanting to be late, he scuttled about getting ready for their... Date? Draco stopped in his tracks as the thought that he was going on a date with the golden boy ran through his head. A small warm crimson cloud crept up his  cheeks as he smirked and shook the thought out of his fantasizing mind.

"I'm sure Potter must have something to discuss about that letter," Draco murmured under his breath, " It is most definitely not a date... Not a date... "

Grabbing a neatly ironed button-up white shirt and long pants, Draco dressed himself in a jiffy, and prepared to deatomise to Sowsmeade. At times like this, he was really proud of his intelligence. In his fear, no, the word was caution, of being a Deatheater, Draco had put his close-to-genius brain to work and devised a new method for his travels. Apparating was simply too dangerous, mainly because of the numerous restrictions such as the anti-apparation spells, the unpredictable pop (or louder) sound and the limited range of apparating. His new form of travelling, deatomising, eliminates all of the aforementioned issues. Apart from that, upon arrival, one would be able to scout around the area in an inexplicable shroud for up to ten minutes. It was totally a much quicker and safer method of travel, especially for one of his background.

Within seconds, Draco arrived at Sowsmeade with plenty of time to spare. The antique clock on the wall in a neighbouring clock shop chimed that it was 7.30. Having not been in this part of town for so long, and throwing caution into the wind, Draco remained in the shroud while re-exploring the area. As he walked past familiar shops from his days in Hogwarts, he spotted Potter squeezing his way past the large crowds. A smirk formed on his face and Draco begun to tail Potter. However, along the way, Draco noticed something unusual. As Potter was moving through the crowd, there were two other burly wizards trailing after him at a distance.

Alarm bells started to ring in Draco's head. Why were these men following Potter? Could it have something to do with their meeting? Glancing around warily, Draco spotted at least two more pairs of such wizards. Moving quickly, Draco weaved through the crowd and caught up with the golden boy.

"Potter." Draco hissed, seething," A trap eh. And here I thought I was the unscrupulous one. I should never have come. I thought that you honestly wanted to talk, that you had changed, that perhaps this would be different. But now I know I was wrong, I never should've thought you wouldn't sink so low... Goodbye Harry Potter." Malfoy spat, enraged, a snarl forming.

Harry Potter stopped in his tracks. He definitely heard Draco raging at him, but when he turned towards the direction where the words seemed to be coming from, there was no one there.

..."Goodbye Harry Potter."

Harry's tanned face turned ashen and a wave of confusion struck him. What was this trap that Draco was talking about? Why was he so mad? And what was with this goodbye he was speaking about? They hadn't even sat down and talked about that letter yet!

A clock in a nearby shop cried that it was 7.40 and Draco cursed inwardly. His time in the shroud was up, and it dissipated almost immediately. He saw Potter's look of utmost surprise as he suddenly appeared in front of him. Harry started to speak, but was interrupted by loud gruff shouts echoing from the burly men around them in the crowd. "There he is! That traitor is still alive! GET HIM! " Draco shot Harry a look of total disgust, and started deatomising. What he didn't count on was that Harry's arm shot out at the last minute and grabbed on the Draco.

"Merlin, get off me Potter! This- This isn't safe for two to travel..." Draco cried frantically as he felt his atoms dissipate...

The next thing Harry knew was that he was falling into darkness, while holding ever so tightly to Malfoy's arm.