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Like The Unlikely	By : Zarafla_Kirtan-Pherrin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2581 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling characters and anything related to Harry Potter do not belong to me; I make no money from this story.

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Author's Note: Oooo... What's going to happen in this next segment, I wonder? ^^ I do not own anything Harry Potter, except for Tony Dubhin and the personalities varying from the JK Rowling characters. I'm only borrowing them for my story! Nothing more! Don't sue!

Chapter 6: The Perfect Scene

"Hey! Malfoy!"

The angry shout caught Draco unawares. He shut his eyes momentarily.

Shit! I've been spotted...

He turned to the trio to the left side of the bar and casually smiled at them, all the while cringing on the inside. "What'll it be for you three?"

"Don't give us that crap, Malfoy... What are you doing here?" The red head sneeringly questioned.

"What's it look like I'm doing, Weasely?" He sneered back, dropping his smile. "I'm working. Something your family should learn how to do." Some habits were hard to let go.

Before Ron could jump over the counter, Hermione and Harry held him back.

"That's a good idea. I would hold him back if I were you. Don't wanna get thrown out by our bouncer." Draco laughed, feeling worse by every minute that those green eyes looked at him with loathing.

"Let's just go somewhere else." Hermione suggested to the other two, glaring at the blond.

"What?" The young bartender called to their retreating backs. "Gonna run away, are you?"

Harry stopped in his tracks and turned around.

"Don't listen to him, Harry..." Hermione begged. "He's just trying to goad you."

"Well, then, it's working." The black haired youth snapped, making his way back to the thinning crowd at the bar.

Malfoy handed someone a mug of beer, all the while grinning maliciously at him. "Care for a drink then... Savior?"

"You. Me. Outside. Now."

The blond theatrically sighed. "I would if I could, but I'm working."

"Oh yes," Harry retorted. "I forgot. You always did have someone or something covering your arse so you didn't have to get the shit knocked out of you."

Silver eyes narrowed dangerously on him.

"But then again, I do remember that one time Hermione punched your lights out our third year, though." He laughed.

"Lucky shot." The blond reasoned. "Other than that, I'd like to see the Mudblood try to get at me otherwise."

As Harry was about to leap over the counter to pummel him, a red head zoomed past him and clocked Malfoy right in the jaw. Malfoy stumbled back, clutching his bruised skin. Ron was beyond furious, his fist shaking from the impact.

"It seems that it's everyone's lucky day when you run your mouth! Call her a 'Mudblood' again, Ferret, and see what happens..." Ron stormed away from the scene, Hermione following in his wake, no doubt reprimanding him for losing his temper.

Just as Harry was about to leave, he caught sight of Malfoy standing back up, rubbing his jaw tenderly. The look in those eyes weren't full of hate, as he expected, but a confusing mix of sadness and regret. They looked to him, as if begging for forgiveness. But Harry turned away, exiting the club with his friends.

Not only have I lost my chance, I pushed him away and insulted him and his friends... What the name of Merlin is wrong with me?

"Draco-lad!" Damn it to Hell! "What was all tha' about, eh?"

Draco turned to his boss. "Just some old friends of mine, Tone. Nothing to worry about."

"Didn't look like friends to me..." Tony folded his arms over his chest, a scowl upon his lips. "Cause a scene like tha' in me club again, and I'll fire ya. Ya should be lucky tha' I stopped the bouncer from throwing all three o' ya out. At least tha' lass seemed to have some sort o' sense about her." The Irishman turned back to his customers and filled out some more orders.

Draco picked up the empty brandy glass and filled it, handing it to the customer who had been waiting for it, wishing this night had gone differently.

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The following day, Harry woke up from his position on the couch and stretched, feeling sore and light-headed.

After Ron, Hermione, and him left Club Spazztic last night, they had gone to a different club down the road and gotten pleasantly smashed, although Hermione was the least drunk of the three to keep her wits about her. Ron might have taken the shots a little too far, though, all the while cursing Malfoy and saying exactly how he would destroy him for insulting Hermione.

The brunette witch beamed from his defending her, although she did scold him for the scene he had caused. Harry was just glad that they had left before it evolved into a worse situation. He hadn't told either of his friends about the look of apology on Draco's face when they left. He supposed it was because he didn't believe he actually saw it. Somewhere deep down inside of him, he knew that wasn't the case.

He stared at a white wall for a few minutes, gathering his bearings. Harry remembered that Hermione had suggested that they go back to her flat, since it was close by and so that none of the Muggle law enforcements would stop them from trying to get back to their own homes that were much farther away.

He looked down on the floor next to the couch, smiling. Ron was passed out cold, wrapped in a quilt and snoring. He quietly sat up and stepped around the ginger wizard towards the single bathroom located near the kitchen.

Moments later, stepping from the bathroom, Harry saw the door to Hermione's room open. She wore a tartan robe and slippers, yawning widely.

"Morning, Harry." She greeted. "How did you sleep?"

"Alright. You?"

"Probably better than you, considering I didn't down five glasses of Chardonnay last night." She laughed. The brunette made her way over to the kitchen, waving her wand so that her coffee maker started itself. "Ron still sleeping?"

"Yea. Still out like a light." He snickered.

Hermione rolled her eyes and whipped her wand over to the living room. Ron's blanket zoomed off of his prone form, folding itself and settling onto her couch. The red head woke with a start, feeling chilled from the sudden loss of warmth.

"I was just getting up!" He complained, yawning.

"Sure you were." Hermione drawled sarcastically. "Now what do you guys wanna eat?"

"Eggs and kippers, if you don't mind." Ron said, standing up and wiping his eyes from sleep.

Harry sat down at a chair at the breakfast bar of the kitchen. "I'll have the same."

She handed them both a glass of green potion as the eggs just began to crack themselves upon the frying pan on the stove.

"What is this, Mione?" Harry asked.

"A clever little potion that gets rid of hangovers."

"Nice! I needed one of these." Ron downed the glass eagerly. His expression told them that he instantly regretted it. "Blegh! It tastes like an inkwell!"

Hermione and Harry laughed. "I was going to warn you." Hermione shook her head, flipping the eggs over with a flick of her wand.

After the three ate their eggs and kippers, Hermione got dressed, seeing as how Harry and Ron slept in their clothes, and lit the wood in the fireplace. Hermione took a handful of Floo powder and threw it into the flames, instantly changing them into emerald green.

"Diagon Alley!" She disappeared.

The other two followed suit.

A/N: So it seems that Draco and Harry didn't get off to a good start! What will happen when they meet up again? Sorry, lame chapter ending, I know... ^^; I just lost my train of thought on what to write for the remainder of this segment.
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