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Chapter 1: Old Friend's arrival.
Draco Malfoy lived a pretty normal life. After the final battle, during which he'd switched over to the light side, he'd taken over Malfoy Manor and all of his parent's possessions and jobs. Now at twentytwo he was, well rather forced, engaged to his old school friend Pansy Parkinson.
It was one of those days where everything seemed so…perfect. The sun was shining, the weather was perfect and Diagon Ally was nearly deserted, just like Draco liked it. He was walking over to Gringots when he ran into someone, thus sending both of them to the ground.
"Sorry!" The man Draco ran into moaned, as he rubbed his sore head. Draco just restrained himself from chocking the man.
"That's fine" He choked on his own words when he caught sight of the person properly. Wild black hair, large emerald eyes, but no glasses, thin lightning scar, there was no doubt about it, it was Harry Potter…
Harry seemed to realize the man he'd, so kindly, run into was staring at him. He then looked up and his heart stopped, silver blonde hair, silver grey eyes, pale skin, there was no doubt about it, it was…Draco Malfo.
"Uum…DDraco, what a surprise." Draco snapped out of his gaping when he was abruptly pulled to his feet and briefly hugged. "I didn't expect to see around." Harry smiled weakly at the young Malfoy. "How are you?"
'How am I? After five years all he says is 'how are you?" Draco fumed in his head. "I'm fine, and you?" He decided on being formal.
"I've been, alright…" Harry fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, he'd never pictured seeing Draco like this, although he'd always pictured yelling, a lot of yelling…"I've got to go, I have a few things to do,
see you around."
Before Draco could responded, Harry apparated out. Draco turned on his heels and swept away from the wizarding bank, he had more important things to do now.
In a suite in the highest rating Wizarding Motel, Harry Potter paced.
"Harry, you're going to wear a hole through the floor." Sirius joked, he was spread out on the couch, reading a magazine and watching his frustrated godson, pace.
"I can't help it Sirius! I mean all I said was 'How are you?' AHHGH!" He flopped down on the couch next to his Godfather.
Sirius sat up and placed the magazine down. "Well you could have just said 'Hey Draco! Remember me? I'm your old lover who ran of to Australia coz I didn't want you to hate me for what happened, may I add, that you don't even know the reason I left, but it's ok coz I'm here now!'" Harry glared at the older man. "It was only a suggestion."
"And a lousy one at that, may I add." An amused Italian accented voice added. A tall woman, of around Sirius' age with mid back straight dark hair, bronze skin and dancing blue eyes walked in, dressed in a plain blue sun dress.
"Thanks Izzie, I feel so loved." Sirius smiled.
"I'm sure you do." Isabella smiled. She then turned to Harry. "Now what's up with you Harry?"
"He ran into Draco!" Sirius sung, Harry threw a pillow at him. "And I mean really ran into him!" Isabella looked at Harry frowning slightly.
"Draco as in"
"Yes, yes, that Draco!" Harry snapped. Isabella smiled knowingly.
"So…what did you say?"
"How are you?"
Isabella blinked twice before saying. "You are your father's son."
"Thanks." Harry rolled his eyes, and then got up. "I have to go to training; will you be able to look after the little monster, and the twins?" Sirius threw a pillow at Harry, poking his tongue out.
"The twins I can handle, Sirius on the other hand." Harry and Isabella laughed as Sirius pouted.
"I'll see you two later, and make sure they go to bed at six, not midnight." He shot a look at Sirius who whistled innocently. "Bye."
"Bye Harry." Isabella called as the door closed.
Meanwhile Draco had come to a large mansion, belonging to Blaise. The two were seated in Blaise's living room.
"So you want me to, investigate Potter?" Draco nodded.
"I want to know, where he's been for five years, why he's back, if he's married or going out, I want to know."
"You know Draco, perhaps you should forget Potter, I mean you're marring Pansy in what? Three months?"
"Two, and no, I want to know."
"Alright, alright I'll do it, but you owe me."
"Deal." Draco stood up and the two shook hands briefly, before Draco disappeared.
"Well Potter you better have a good explanation." Blaise muttered.