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[seekingharry]

Date: August 22
Time: Late afternoon/evening
Location: Flourish and Blotts, Diagon Alley
Characters Involved: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy

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[dmalfoy_purbld]

Draco headed up to Flourish and Blotts. He was tired and cranky, and more than ready to head back to the Manor, being waited on and ignoring the world.

He entered the bookstore looking for a few titles on conveyancing. He had more studying to do if he wanted to find a way to get his license before winter as he'd told his parents he was attempting. Marrick had said it was possible, instead of having to wait until spring or next summer, but he also said it would be difficult. Draco would end up studying much harder than he was used to, and certainly harder than he ever would admit to.

After collecting the first couple books, he moved to the main area, sitting down and skimming through them to make certain they were the ones he needed.

[seekingharry]

It took a bit of searching among the various piles of schoolbooks for various years to find the one he needed, but before long Harry had his very own, non-written-on N.E.W.T. potions book, which he quickly skimmed through to make sure it was the one he remembered using in his sixth year. Satisfied with the contents, he turned to bring it to the counter when he was brought up short by the sight of Draco Malfoy sitting in the aisle in his way, skimming through a pile of his own books.

"Malfoy," he greeted cautiously. It was difficult to tell where they stood these days, since they had not spoken in ages, and left things on an uncertain note the last time they had--but Harry hadn't missed his presence at the protest. That much he appreciated.

[dmalfoy_purbld]

Draco didn't look up. The voice addressing him could only belong to one person. "Potter."

This was one relationship for which normal meant barely speaking. He would rather not go back to whatever bizarre scenario that had spawned their living together. If he had the power to eradicate it from his past, he would have. However, as that power lay far beyond him, for which he noted he should likely look up memory charm books in Knockturn Alley before heading home, he was forced to be something resembling civil.

He closed his book slowly and deliberately, looking at his own book then lazily moving his eyes upward as if it were a chore. "Shopping for your girlfriend?" he asked, drawling. It was as civil as he could manage currently with his own mood turning foul. He, in fact, thought it sounded remarkably pleasant all things considered.

[seekingharry]

The familiar mocking drawl of Malfoy's voice told Harry how this meeting was going to go. Well, at least now he had some ground to stand on. "Shopping for myself," he answered coolly, wondering what 'girlfriend' Malfoy was referring to--Ginny, he could only assume, though why Malfoy should bring up Ginny was anyone's guess.

Harry wasn't sure himself what kind of circumstances had ever brought about him and Malfoy living under the same roof, but he really didn't care to be rivals anymore. It was childish, and not worth the effort. "What are you shopping for?" he asked with a note of genuine curiosity, surveying the pile of books beside Draco.