Drabble Day Prompt 14

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19 Years Later...
Or 5 years, or 8 years or however many years you like :)


Rules are here, though an additional one - you don't need to stick to the drabble of the hour. Remember, there are no rules! If you want to fill prompt one minutes after I post prompt 24, then that's great!

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9 years later

Harry had just finished his duty, helping to lessen the damage done to a coffee shop after they had arrested the attacker – an ex-Death Eater who seemed dead set to destroy the entire building before they came. He was mouthy, cursing everyone, especially Harry, when he was caught, but didn’t utter a single syllable as to why he attacked the shop in the first place, so the reasons remained unknown.

Harry frowned, stopping aside, to take a proper look; it looked every other shop on the street on the outside, with a touch of antique in the interior, nothing that would make a war-smart man like him act like a fool, attracting attention.

He was ready to apparate when Draco Malfoy rounded the corner, dressed in well-fitting trousers and shirt, striding with confidence until he saw the damaged shop – he froze, paled, eyes becoming comically wide, and hands clenched in fists by his sides. Then, he turned his head, most probably looking for a culprit, and saw one in Harry, it seemed, because when their eyes locked, all his anger, fury was directed straight at him.

Oh fuck, Harry thought, because on the top of the unsuccessful start of the day he didn’t need Draco’s anger directed at him. Not at all. And if this was how they meet after years of not seeing each other, then fuck his life, really.

“Potter, what the hell is going on?” Draco’s voice was like ice; it sent chills down his spine.

Harry didn’t let himself be threatened. “Someone who loathes you great deal attacked the shop earlier. I didn’t know why you weren’t informed, Draco.”

Draco’s eyes narrowed at the use of his first name (the familiarity he most probably expected to be dropped after such long time) and he ground out, “I’m going to kill that bastard.”

“No.” Harry took a step closer and then another and another all the while Draco eyed him with mistrust. (Harry’s heart ached for those long gone months when Draco had always smiled at him.) “He’s arrested and it won’t do any good if you turned up and interfered.”

Harry was so close now he could lift his hand and lay it on Draco’s shoulder as an offer of comfort but -

“Fuck you, Potter.” And with that Draco turned on his heel and left.

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Poor Harry! Love Draco here, with the voice like ice. Nicely done!