alisanne

Title: Homecoming - Part 6
Author:

alisanne
Word count: 450
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy (eventually).
Challenge: Written for

slythindor100/

slythindor100's Christmas Challenge prompt #6: Bookstore.
Summary: Harry can run but he can't hide.
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 part 6 of my H/D Homecoming Series (LJ/IJ/DW).

Back to Part 5 (LJ/IJ/DW.)

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Homecoming - Part 6

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Harry soon realised he was lost. He was nowhere near Parker and Kent, and as he tried to navigate the streets, he wondered how in the hell he and Malfoy had traveled so far in so short a time.

Panting, he came to a stop. Needing to regroup, he spotted a bookstore and, pushing his way through the crowds, walked inside.

The shop was packed with people browsing the shelves and, calmed, Harry walked straight to the back where he leaned against a stack of books and caught his breath.

What was happening to him? His life had been fine until bloody Malfoy had appeared from nowhere to disrupt it.

He looked up at a clock on the wall and groaned. And he was late returning to the office from lunch. He’d probably get sacked. Kent Jr was always looking out for ways to undermine him.

Thinking Malfoy had given up, Harry walked out from behind the stacks and moved towards the front of the shop. There, he froze.

Just outside the window was Malfoy. He was moving slowly, stopping every few moments to look at…a stick in his palm? What the hell?

As Harry watched, Malfoy held up his palm and the stick moved, spinning like a top until it came to point directly at the shop.

Malfoy looked through the window, and directly into Harry’s eyes. He inclined his head and, eyes still holding Harry’s, moved towards the shop.

Harry felt as if he was rooted in the same spot, unable to move. How had Malfoy done that? What had he just witnessed? It had to have been a trick…

Malfoy entered the shop and walked straight up to Harry.

“How…? What…?” Harry shook his head. “I saw what you just did. That’s not possible.”

Malfoy smiled faintly. “It is if you have magic.”

Harry laughed weakly. “You’re having me on,” he said. “It’s some sort of a trick.”

Malfoy clasped Harry’s hand, and Harry gasped, stiffening.

Harry was flying again, this time on a black creature with wings…he was dancing with a girl, and above him were floating candles…he had a stick in his hand, no it was a wand, and it was his…he was looking into a mirror and the reflection was him and…his parents?

Shuddering, Harry ripped his hand from Malfoy’s. “What the fuck was that?” he asked. “And why does it happen every time I touch you?”

Malfoy pursed his lips. “This is not the place to discuss it. We need to return to the pub, or go someplace else that’s private.”

“My flat’s private,” said Harry without thinking.

Malfoy smiled. “Then by all means, let’s go there.”

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Part 7 (LJ/IJ/DW)