When Sex Got Lost

When Sex Got Lost

II: Prince and Draco?

Harry sat down at the table that had the best view of the entrance. He was incredibly nervous - his first internet meeting. For days now he had been chatting with his mysterious friend from the internet, and the more they talked the more they seemed to be destined for each other. Harry didn't dare to admit it, but his new friend reminded him of Draco - or better said, how he imagined Draco to be.

And now they had finally agreed on meeting. Harry didn't try to cover up his personality or the way he looked, but his friend did. Harry suspected him to be ashamed about something in his appearance - maybe a scar, he thought ironically. But Harry didn't care the least. He just wanted to meet this wonderful kindred spirit, he just knew he'd love him, no matter what.

It was five minutes to two and Harry was just dying. Just five more minutes before he would know with whom he'd spend the rest of his life.

The door opened slowly.

Harry could only see the back of the young man that had entered.

His hair was longish and blond.

His clothing was just absolutely beautiful, from his seat he could almost feel the softness of the fabric used for the man's cloak.

All of a sudden the man turned around - and Harry couldn't believe his eyes.

How big were the chances of meeting his Prince Charming and Draco Malfoy on the same day?

"Draco, what are you doing here?"

Harry looked so honestly amazed that Draco didn't dare to burst Harry's bubble. He probably thought it was a mere coincidence.

"Oh, hello, Harry," Draco smiled - just like he'd never done at Hogwarts. "I could also ask: what are you doing here?"

Harry blushed. "Well - eurhm - I kind of have a ... date."

Draco thought Harry looked absolutely adorable like this - all shy and insecure. "Why, Harry, that is nothing to be ashamed of. Really." Draco smiled and Harry's blush softened. Draco knew what the right thing to do was, he had to tell Harry. Just say: hi, you think you're meeting your Prince Charming, but it was me all along!

Draco knew, but he just couldn't. It was as if Harry was Little Red Riding Hood and he was The Big Bad Wolf. But the Wolf thought that Red Riding Hood was too cute and precious to pounce and eat - so he backed away. Draco couldn't break Harry's heart, which he knew he'd do if he said it was him.

Even though Draco had discovered that he had been Harry's secret crush at Hogwarts, he doubted if the same was still true. And even if - which wasn't likely - Harry was still in love with him, he'd hate him for being so mysterious and sneaky about his identity. He wouldn't believe it, that was for sure.

"You can sit down if you like," Harry gestured towards the chair opposite him. Draco knew there was nobody else coming to fill up the seat, so he sat down. He took off his coat and ordered hot chocolate with rum.

"So, how have you been?" Draco asked, genuinely interested.

Harry, still nipping at his Irish coffee, didn't really know what to say. "Well, my life has turned out pretty boring, actually. I work at a bookstore in Cambridge and do some computerstuff in my spare time. No saviour of the wizarding world."

"It isn't exactly as I've been living the life of dreams myself," Draco admitted as he told Harry about working part-time for a large Muggle firm as he tried to be a writer.

"A writer? Wow, Malfoy, that's really - erudite." Harry never imagined Draco to be such an intellectual.

"Just trying," Draco smiled.

"What have you written so far?"

Draco gulped - thinking about the long pages of Potteristic fantasies he wrote for his personal pleasure only. "Euhm, presently I'm just looking for something to inspire me. Sometimes it's difficult to write, because I really need something or someone to inspire me. I can go months without writing - purely due to lack of a muse."

"What did inspire you, then, in the past?" Harry asked, truly fascinated.

"Ah, well, certain individuals or stories written by other writers," Draco explained.

"Could I be your muse?" Harry had asked it before he realised it. He just wanted to think that question, not actually ask it! Stupid impulses.

"Hm," Draco seemed to be thinking for a moment," Well, being a muse is not just something you are. It's a position you have to earn." Draco smirked.

Harry was just glad Draco seemed to interpret his question as a joke. Suddenly he looked at his watch, dissapointed to find out his date should've arrived ten minutes ago.

Draco couldn't bear the look on Harry's face, so pouty and sulking.

"What's wrong?"

"My date," Harry tried to not sniff," he's late. He won't come."

Draco felt as if someone had drilled open his chest, ripped out his heart and was now jumping all over his poor heart with soccer sneakers on. It hurt.

"Harry, ow, I'm so sorry!" He couldn't be more truthful than that. He wanted to jump up and scream it was him - but Harry was already hurting. He'd never forgive him.

Harry looked up and smiled at Draco. "Thanks, you're being really nice, you know that."

Draco's heart seemed to mend itself a little. "Come, let's finish our drinks and I'll take you shopping."

Harry sniffed into his handkerchief and nodded. If only he hadn't known his new friend from the internet. Draco was being so nice. Maybe it could've been, him and Draco. But now it was too late.

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Coming up: shall Draco tell Hary he is his mysterious friend?

Review: do you think he should, over the internet or in person? Or should something else happen?