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May. 26th, 2007

{Who} Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy
{Where} St. Mungo's
{When} a week after their last... "meeting"

NOTE: really quick, to edit tomorrow!!:P

Harry knocked on the door to Draco's room. He was feeling... not exactly happy, but somewhat satisfied. He opened the door and peeked inside. "Hey there," he said with a slight smile.


May. 29th, 2007 07:07 pm (UTC)
With great hesitation, wary that this was some kind of trick, Draco reached out for Harry's arm. As soon as his touch met the brunette, he could feel the tugging at his navel and the slight dizzy feeling that accompanied apparition. If he splinches me, I'm taking his dick off, silently thought the blonde.
May. 29th, 2007 07:20 pm (UTC)
Harry apparated them both to the outside of the - technically theirs - flat. He reached into his pocket and took out a key. Throwing Draco a slightly nervous smile, he opened the door.
May. 30th, 2007 05:34 am (UTC)
Draco had remembered talking to Harry about getting an apartment fresh out of Hogwarts. He remembers talking, but never actually being told that Harry had gone and got one.

As he cautiously entered the flat, he wondered how he was going to cope, being this close to the brunette. Probably going to being killing each other soon enough, he though idly.

Schooling his face to a blank mask, he looked around. "I guess the rumors were true Potter," he drawled. "You do lack taste."
May. 30th, 2007 06:41 am (UTC)
Harry shrugged. "I haven't been living here. Besides, you were the one who was supposed to decorate it," he said. He closed the door behind them and walked over to the room that was supposed to be theirs. "This is your room," he announced quietly.
May. 30th, 2007 08:51 pm (UTC)
Draco stared over Harry's shoulder at the spacious room before them. The bedroom was fairly light and airy, due to several large windows, making the room look bigger than it really was.

"You could fit an army in that thing," Draco commented about the large king size bed, that seemed to fill the space. "Well, more fun for me I guess."
May. 30th, 2007 10:22 pm (UTC)
Harry smiled somewhat sadly, but didn't comment. "Well, your things are over there, by the bed." He turned his head to look at Draco, and had to give a step back to avoid hitting him.

He blushed and stammered for a second, before recovering and walking past Draco. "The kitchen's this way," he said, still flushed. He couldn't believe himself! Why the hell was he blushing? He huffed at himself.
May. 30th, 2007 10:28 pm (UTC)
Draco couldn't help but smirk when he caught the Boy-Who-Lived turning pink. "So Potter, never brought your boytoy over here did you? Seems kind of a waste of space. Bet you too would of been shagging like bunnies," he drawled, watching the brunette for his reaction. "By the way, what does he think about me being here?"
May. 30th, 2007 10:49 pm (UTC)
Harry scowled and opened the cupboard, taking out two glasses and a bottle of firewhiskey. "I don't have a boytoy, no one came into this house for a year, and since there's no boytoy, he can't know about you coming here." He sat down on a chair wearily and cradled the firewhiskey glass. "Anymore questions?" Harry asked, sneering, as he pushed the other glass in Draco's direction.
May. 30th, 2007 10:52 pm (UTC)
"If there wasn't a boytoy Potter," Draco laughed. "You wouldn't be so defensive. So, apparently he doesn't know about me. Not good Potter, not good."
May. 30th, 2007 11:03 pm (UTC)
Harry could feel his lip curling, so he grabbed the drink and downed it. He sighed as the liquid seemed to calm him down. "If you mean Nat, he's not my boytoy," he said quietly to the now empty glass. "I've told you about him. And vice versa."
May. 31st, 2007 02:43 pm (UTC)
"Told me about him?" Draco asked, arching a blonde brow. "No pet, no you really haven't." Spinning a chair around so he could sit backwards in and face Harry, he grinned maniacally and asked, "So, was he any good? When can I meet him?"

May. 31st, 2007 05:55 pm (UTC)
Harry stared at Draco for a moment. He scoffed and refilled his glass. "I'm not going to answer that." He sipped the drink. "If you want to, you can come with me to the training tomorrow. Though I don't understand why you're interested."


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