Chapter 4

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[Harry]

Harry was engorged deep in a swirl of emotions. He thought after the whirling seven years fighting against the Dark Lord, peace would rise and he could finally enjoy his life and be a normal wizard. Obviously, he wasn't treated like one with the excited squeals and pointing everywhere he went. At least he had his wife and he could live contentedly. Now, nothing was sure. The images in his head felt like chaos.

He let his strands of thoughts ramble on, memories flooding back. He thought of Malfoy. He remembered his breath shortening whenever he towered over Harry. His silver eyes, half squinting, deep in thought...

"Harry? Harry! Harry!"

Harry bolted upright amid his fantasy to find someone running, full speed, towards him. He panicked and fumbled for his wand, but before he could prepare himself, the person stopped, just a few feet away from him.

Harry saw the silky-smooth strands of blonde as the person doubled over, panting.

"M- Malfoy?"

"Bloody," he managed to squeeze out in between gasps of breath, "hell, Potter."

Harry stood and stuffed his half-drawn wand back into his pocket. He carefully approached Malfoy.

"What are you doing here?"

"I bloody live here, Potter." He said, still out of breath. Malfoy looked up; half bent in an awkward position. "What are YOU doing here?"

Harry glanced in the direction where Malfoy came running and laid eyes on an elegant two-story mansion with a deserted garden. He should've thought.

"I- it's complicated." He eyed the wheezing Malfoy. "Training for a racing, Malfoy?" Harry failed to suppress his obvious glee at his clever retort.

"I thought you were bloody dead," he snapped, fully getting the reference. "Normal people don't go laying on the lawn at a random neighborhood when it's almost midnight, Potter."

"Oh." That was all Harry could think of. He had lost track of time.

There was an awkward silence.

Harry watched Draco as drops of sweat trickled down his pale skin, glimmering in the moonlight. He noticed he was already drenched in sweat from the short distance he ran from his mansion to the swing set.

Draco stood up abruptly. "I'm going in. You coming, Potter?"

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