alisanne

Title: Homecoming - Part 1
Author:

alisanne
Word count: 475
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy (eventually).
Challenge: Written for

slythindor100/

slythindor100's Christmas Challenge prompt #1: snowy street scene.
Summary: Harry meets a mysterious man.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta(s):

sevfan and

emynn.
Authors Notes: This is the first part of what I'm calling my H/D Homecoming Series. Let's see how this goes, shall we?

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Homecoming - Part 1

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Harry heaved a sigh of relief when he walked through the door to his flat. Stamping his feet, he shook off the snow and began unwinding the thick scarf that was wrapped around his neck.

He’d already hung up his scarf when he realised something was wrong. “Well, fuck,” he muttered. “I forgot my briefcase!”

Groaning, he stood there a moment pondering what so do. Then, with a muttered oath, he grabbed his scarf, putting it back on. There was nothing for it, he was going to have to brave the weather one more time.

Trudging back to the office through the snow was no small feat, and when he arrived at the offices of Parker and Kent Accountants, everyone was gone but the security guard. Luckily, he knew Harry.

“Forgot something?” he asked, tone sympathetic.

“Yeah, a case I meant to work on tonight,” said Harry.

His briefcase was beside his desk and, with a growl, Harry snatched it up and started for home once again. “Night, Steve!” he called to the guard.

The snow had really started coming down when he walked back outside, and, head bent low, Harry once again headed for home. Some obscure impulse made him head by the park, and just as he passed a phone booth, his fingers, frozen, spasmed.

He stopped, trying to hold on to his case, and as he stood there, someone barrelled into him. His case opened and papers went flying. “Damn!” Bending down, Harry started to scoop up his papers.

The man who’d run into him began helping. “Next time watch it!” he snapped. By some trick of the light it looked like papers were flying into his hand, like magic. He handed the papers to Harry, who stuffed them in his case.

Harry rubbed his eyes before looking up into the man’s face. He blinked. The man was gorgeous, model material, with white blond hair and striking grey eyes. “Sorry.”

Said eyes widened. “Potter?”

Harry blinked. “Yes?”

“Harry Potter?” The man looked gobsmacked. “Is it really you?”

Harry shrugged. “Yes. Do I know you?”

The man’s mouth dropped open. Then, he frowned. “Are you taking the piss?”

Harry sighed. “Look, I’m busy, so unless you’ve something important to say, I have to go.” He tried to push past the man, but was stopped.

“I’m Draco,” the man said. “Malfoy.” He waited for a moment, clearly expecting a reaction. “Are you saying you don’t remember me?”

Harry nodded. “That’s what I’m saying. Now if you’ll excuse me—”

That time the man let him pass, and as Harry walked away, he could feel the man watching him.

Once home, Harry shrugged off his coat and made himself a solitary TV dinner. Then, sitting in front of the telly, he ate. He opened his briefcase, intent on doing some work, but all he could think of was gorgeous grey eyes and blond hair.

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Part 2 (LJ/IJ/DW).