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Title: Meetings not so coincidental
Author: cryptaviscus
Written for: hd_obsession
Keywords: Strawberry, Picture, Computer
Dialogue: "You're just jealous."
Summary: Harry meets Draco. Harry talks to Draco. Draco gets a taste of Harry.
It just so happened that Harry Potter, college student, entered a non-descript coffee shop and spotted none other than Draco Malfoy. Actually, he spotted the crown of blond hair first, then the slender frame as seen from behind and then the Malfoy crest on a ring on his finger. Draco had his back to the door was reading what looked like a tabloid. Harry felt neither anger nor any homicidal tendencies. All he felt were mild shock and milder deja vu. His former schoolmate was still wearing black robes though ones that were more tailored than their uniforms, but what was weirder was that no one seemed to mind the strange outfit. Harry grinned and made his way to the blond.
"Did no one tell you, Malfoy, that telepathically killing muggles while sitting in cafes
doesn't really work, plus it's quite rude," Harry said in a low voice so that only Malfoy could hear.
"Leave before I hex--Wait, what?" Draco turned his head and was taken aback by what he saw. The voice he heard was so familiar that he had automatically threatened the source.
"Harry Potter."
"Draco Malfoy."
"Good, we can still recall names. The world seems brighter somehow," Draco replied, the
sarcasm feeling good in his mouth.
Harry took a seat across from Draco and merely grinned. It was a long time since he last
heard someone taunting him, he kind of missed it. "It's really you."
"It's really me," Draco said, raising his paper to its previous position, successfully
blocking Potter from his view.
"Well, how are you?"
"Excuse me?" Draco replied from behind his news.
"What are you doing in this part of London? What have you been doing all these years? Do you still see any of our old schoolmates? Did Snape finally get some? What?" Harry couldn't stop grinning. Here was a slice from his past. Malfoy hadn't changed much; a little taller, a little broader, he even smelled the same, not that Harry went out of his way to sniff people mind.
Draco carefully folded his tabloid, took a sip from his drink and stared at Potter.
"Work. Working. Nope, unless they work with me. And, dear God I hope so." Draco said the last thing with a smile tugging at his lips. Potter's amusement was infectious. Potter waved a waitress by and ordered a cup of coffee. When he looked back at Draco, his face was serious. He wore a haunted look, a deep line forming on his forehead.
"Why are you reading about giant strawberries?"
They both exploded with laughter. Draco, because he thought Potter was going to talk to him about Voldemort with his grim expression and Harry, because his question wasn't a joke. On the front cover of Draco's tabloid there was a picture of a giant strawberry with the headline:
"Monstrous Berries Terrorize Nation".
When the mirth had died down or when they felt the gazes of the other patrons, whichever
came first, their laughter gradually softened. Harry took a sip of his coffee and nearly burned his tongue.
"For your information, this," Draco gestured his paper, "is work."
"Really? You do know that those stories are bull right?"
"Actually, these are very true. The cover-up is just stellar and that's why carefree
individuals like you need not worry about being crushed by fruit."
"What do you do?" Harry asked, curiosity peaked. The steady, companionable conversation they were having seemed to lighten his mood to no end. His former enemy of 7 years was sitting across from him talking about conspiracy theories and civilian protection from overgrown fruit. No one was going to believe him when they tell them about this.
"I work for the Ministry actually. In the Muggle Research Department."
Nope, people are going to have him committed if he tells them about Draco Malfoy, the
Ministry's Muggle Research monkey.
"Oh, don't look at me like that," Draco told Potter.
"Like what?" Harry replied, innocently.
"Like you just heard that I sprouted fangs overnight and started to roam the streets looking for victims."
"Actually, that I would believe."
"Look, Potter-Harry, may I call you Harry?" Draco asked, a somber tone creeping into his
voice. "When you've spent 2 years in Azkaban for torturing a muggle, you start to re-evaluate your life. I would like to give back to the community, and you know how I love irony."
Harry was speechless. His coffee had gone cold and so had his whole body. Malfoy didn't
change a bit, it seemed. Surreptitiously, Harry was scanning the cafe for exits and trying to assess his chances of escaping.
"Kidding."
"What? Huh?"
"I.Was.Just.Kidding," Draco explained slowly. He motioned for a waitress and got his cup
refilled. "Actually, after the whole Voldemort ordeal-thank you for saving the world by the way-it was the only job I could have. I started out as an assistant actually. I hate the Ministry."
"Whaba?" Harry's brain was still a little fuzzy.
"Me work assistant. Now me do bigger stuff," Draco teased. "Muggle technology is really
quite fascinating. We're developing a way to integrate computators into the magical world."
"You mean computers."
"Yes, I was trying to make you feel smart."
"Uh huh."
"Anyway, enough about me." Draco laid his forearms on the table and leaned forward. "What
does the great Harry Potter do to pass the time?"
"I'm still in school, actually. I'm taking up Social Sciences at a muggle university. Not
the most glamorous way of life, but at least I don't go around getting coffee for old
Ministry officials."
"Hey, I just said I was promoted."
"You said, you did bigger jobs. Do you get them snacks now as well?" Harry was having way
too much fun baiting Malfoy.
"You're just jealous. See, now I have a career; you don't. I still have my good looks;
you've gone down hill. And," Draco stressed, "my coffee tastes better then yours."
"Hey!" Harry said, mockingly indignant. "First of all, I still turn my fair share of heads. Second, I may have a career in the future, away from the agricultural profession. And lastly, how are you sure your coffee tastes better than mine?"
Harry had leaned forward as well, mimicking Draco's position. The light seemed to play
tricks on him, making Malfoy's hair glow and his eyes irresistible.
Before he could add to his retort, Draco had closed the gap between them and covered Harry's mouth with his own. The blond wasted no time and pushed his tongue pass Harry's lips. Just when Harry was about to reciprocate, Draco moved back. He rested back on his chair, biting his lip.
"Well, two out of three isn't so bad," Draco murmured.
"What? Does my coffee taste better then yours?"
"No." Draco smirked. "You're quite attractive. Meet me back here tomorrow and maybe you can tell me all about being a muggle student."
And with that, Draco Malfoy laid some money on the table for his drink, picked up his
tabloid and swept out of the small coffee shop.
It just so happened that Draco Malfoy, Ministry Researcher, planned this encounter all along and was giddy at how well it turned out. 'I knew I was good with research for a reason.'
Author: cryptaviscus
Written for: hd_obsession
Keywords: Strawberry, Picture, Computer
Dialogue: "You're just jealous."
Summary: Harry meets Draco. Harry talks to Draco. Draco gets a taste of Harry.
It just so happened that Harry Potter, college student, entered a non-descript coffee shop and spotted none other than Draco Malfoy. Actually, he spotted the crown of blond hair first, then the slender frame as seen from behind and then the Malfoy crest on a ring on his finger. Draco had his back to the door was reading what looked like a tabloid. Harry felt neither anger nor any homicidal tendencies. All he felt were mild shock and milder deja vu. His former schoolmate was still wearing black robes though ones that were more tailored than their uniforms, but what was weirder was that no one seemed to mind the strange outfit. Harry grinned and made his way to the blond.
"Did no one tell you, Malfoy, that telepathically killing muggles while sitting in cafes
doesn't really work, plus it's quite rude," Harry said in a low voice so that only Malfoy could hear.
"Leave before I hex--Wait, what?" Draco turned his head and was taken aback by what he saw. The voice he heard was so familiar that he had automatically threatened the source.
"Harry Potter."
"Draco Malfoy."
"Good, we can still recall names. The world seems brighter somehow," Draco replied, the
sarcasm feeling good in his mouth.
Harry took a seat across from Draco and merely grinned. It was a long time since he last
heard someone taunting him, he kind of missed it. "It's really you."
"It's really me," Draco said, raising his paper to its previous position, successfully
blocking Potter from his view.
"Well, how are you?"
"Excuse me?" Draco replied from behind his news.
"What are you doing in this part of London? What have you been doing all these years? Do you still see any of our old schoolmates? Did Snape finally get some? What?" Harry couldn't stop grinning. Here was a slice from his past. Malfoy hadn't changed much; a little taller, a little broader, he even smelled the same, not that Harry went out of his way to sniff people mind.
Draco carefully folded his tabloid, took a sip from his drink and stared at Potter.
"Work. Working. Nope, unless they work with me. And, dear God I hope so." Draco said the last thing with a smile tugging at his lips. Potter's amusement was infectious. Potter waved a waitress by and ordered a cup of coffee. When he looked back at Draco, his face was serious. He wore a haunted look, a deep line forming on his forehead.
"Why are you reading about giant strawberries?"
They both exploded with laughter. Draco, because he thought Potter was going to talk to him about Voldemort with his grim expression and Harry, because his question wasn't a joke. On the front cover of Draco's tabloid there was a picture of a giant strawberry with the headline:
"Monstrous Berries Terrorize Nation".
When the mirth had died down or when they felt the gazes of the other patrons, whichever
came first, their laughter gradually softened. Harry took a sip of his coffee and nearly burned his tongue.
"For your information, this," Draco gestured his paper, "is work."
"Really? You do know that those stories are bull right?"
"Actually, these are very true. The cover-up is just stellar and that's why carefree
individuals like you need not worry about being crushed by fruit."
"What do you do?" Harry asked, curiosity peaked. The steady, companionable conversation they were having seemed to lighten his mood to no end. His former enemy of 7 years was sitting across from him talking about conspiracy theories and civilian protection from overgrown fruit. No one was going to believe him when they tell them about this.
"I work for the Ministry actually. In the Muggle Research Department."
Nope, people are going to have him committed if he tells them about Draco Malfoy, the
Ministry's Muggle Research monkey.
"Oh, don't look at me like that," Draco told Potter.
"Like what?" Harry replied, innocently.
"Like you just heard that I sprouted fangs overnight and started to roam the streets looking for victims."
"Actually, that I would believe."
"Look, Potter-Harry, may I call you Harry?" Draco asked, a somber tone creeping into his
voice. "When you've spent 2 years in Azkaban for torturing a muggle, you start to re-evaluate your life. I would like to give back to the community, and you know how I love irony."
Harry was speechless. His coffee had gone cold and so had his whole body. Malfoy didn't
change a bit, it seemed. Surreptitiously, Harry was scanning the cafe for exits and trying to assess his chances of escaping.
"Kidding."
"What? Huh?"
"I.Was.Just.Kidding," Draco explained slowly. He motioned for a waitress and got his cup
refilled. "Actually, after the whole Voldemort ordeal-thank you for saving the world by the way-it was the only job I could have. I started out as an assistant actually. I hate the Ministry."
"Whaba?" Harry's brain was still a little fuzzy.
"Me work assistant. Now me do bigger stuff," Draco teased. "Muggle technology is really
quite fascinating. We're developing a way to integrate computators into the magical world."
"You mean computers."
"Yes, I was trying to make you feel smart."
"Uh huh."
"Anyway, enough about me." Draco laid his forearms on the table and leaned forward. "What
does the great Harry Potter do to pass the time?"
"I'm still in school, actually. I'm taking up Social Sciences at a muggle university. Not
the most glamorous way of life, but at least I don't go around getting coffee for old
Ministry officials."
"Hey, I just said I was promoted."
"You said, you did bigger jobs. Do you get them snacks now as well?" Harry was having way
too much fun baiting Malfoy.
"You're just jealous. See, now I have a career; you don't. I still have my good looks;
you've gone down hill. And," Draco stressed, "my coffee tastes better then yours."
"Hey!" Harry said, mockingly indignant. "First of all, I still turn my fair share of heads. Second, I may have a career in the future, away from the agricultural profession. And lastly, how are you sure your coffee tastes better than mine?"
Harry had leaned forward as well, mimicking Draco's position. The light seemed to play
tricks on him, making Malfoy's hair glow and his eyes irresistible.
Before he could add to his retort, Draco had closed the gap between them and covered Harry's mouth with his own. The blond wasted no time and pushed his tongue pass Harry's lips. Just when Harry was about to reciprocate, Draco moved back. He rested back on his chair, biting his lip.
"Well, two out of three isn't so bad," Draco murmured.
"What? Does my coffee taste better then yours?"
"No." Draco smirked. "You're quite attractive. Meet me back here tomorrow and maybe you can tell me all about being a muggle student."
And with that, Draco Malfoy laid some money on the table for his drink, picked up his
tabloid and swept out of the small coffee shop.
It just so happened that Draco Malfoy, Ministry Researcher, planned this encounter all along and was giddy at how well it turned out. 'I knew I was good with research for a reason.'