Four. Outings with Potter.

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Without further ado, here is the next chapter.

Draco Malfoy was currently sitting in a nice Muggle Italian restaurant, sharing a basket of bread with Harry Potter. The term breaking bread had never seemed so literal.

"So, Draco, how was Germany?" Harry asked him. He might as well get used to calling him Harry now.

"Germany was really good, sunnier than England though."

"I can see the slight tan on you," the bespectacled boy grinned.

"How have you been, Harry?"

"Oh, I have been really good, busy with Auror training and interning at the Ministry. It isn't as, um, amazing as I thought it to be," he said.

"Well, nothing in the world is as it seems to be. Healer training was a task for me, mate," he replied honestly. He sipped on his wine, observing the boy sitting opposite him. The war hero had grown well, no longer did he look like a shaggy boy with overgrown hair and loose robes. He looked rather handsome, if Draco could say so himself. He was attracting quite a few looks to himself tonight.

"That's surprising, you were always the second best after Hermione in school, and I have heard that it was a very close second. That is some achievement."

"Oh, little Miss Granger, such a nerd that girl is," he smiled.

"What? Why are you smiling?"

"Huh? Am I?"

"Yes, and you know it. Come on, Malfoy, tell me what you are hiding," the annoying prick smirked.

"I am not hiding anything, Harry. I just remembered the time when I met her in Germany and-"


"Jeez, relax, mate. We didn't set up a meeting or something, alright? I bumped into her at a library in Berlin. She was holidaying and she was in a library. That girl is mental, I tell you," he explained.

"Don't act you wouldn't do the same thing, Draco."

"Well, I suppose you are right." How did Harry know what he would have done? Was he that transparent (figuratively speaking)?

"So, how was it?"

"How was what, Harry?"

"Meeting Hermione in Germany," the boy grinned.

"Oh, you know, it was quite good. We had a nice chat at a café till she had to leave," he replied. What more could he have said? That meeting and talking to Hermione Granger was one of his fondest memories in Germany? That she had looked so bloody in that dress she had been wearing? That he loved the fact that she was so bloody intelligent and could hold up an argument for hours without tiring? That the Muggleborn witch was fucking brilliant, and why am I thinking this all of a sudden? "Potter, have you mixed something in my wine? I don't feel that good."

"Oh, look at you, still so good at dramatics. Honestly, acting would be a nice profession for you; you've got the looks too."

"I am flattered, mate, thanks," he said with sarcasm.

"Wow, look at you, falling for Hermione," Harry laughed.

"What? I have hardly ever talked to her. How can I possibly fall for her?" Draco protested. Maybe Potter's wine had something in it.

"Such nonsense, you have known her since you were eleven, Draco," he replied.

"I have been insulting her ever since then, Harry. Moreover, I do not fucking fancy Hermione Granger, alright? Let us just drop the bloody topic," he sighed and continued his delicious meal. He thought he was blushing so he didn't dare look up at Potter's face.

The rest of the meal was spent in comfortable conversation, mostly both of them getting to know one another and discussing their favourite thing on earth - Quidditch. Harry also got Draco up to date with happenings at Hogwarts and their previous schoolmates. Surprisingly, Pansy and Harry had become really good friends due to Auror training. His other Slytherin friends were also often seen with Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. Everyone had clearly changed while he had been away.

"What do you want to do now?" Harry asked once they left the restaurant.

"I don't know, Potter, want to come over mine for a quickie?" he joked.

"I am not into blondes, Malfoy," he replied with a serious face making Draco choke. "Nor am I into blokes, I am sorry. Let's head over to the Leaky for a drink?"

"Sure, I have nothing better to do." They apparated separately to Diagon Alley and met at the pub. Once inside, they chose a corner table to avoid unnecessary stares and gossip (not like they were successful) and ordered a few bottles of Firewhiskey to celebrate for no fucking reason.

"To a good life and new friendships," Harry toasted after he had downed quite a few drinks.

Well, this night is either going to be extremely hilarious or extremely tough, Draco thought, drinking what seemed like his sixth Firewhiskey shot.

I am already six thousand words into this story. Very close to the #JustWriteIt goal and nowhere near finishing the story. In fact, it has only begun. Next chapter, Hermione!


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