Twilight
(Cuba, 2011)
He made it to Cuba by May, and by then Harry's trail was only seven years old. I'm gaining on him, he thought, and spent the next three weeks cursing Harry as he tracked him over dusty roads, from village to even tinier village.
"¿Dónde puedo encontrar un lugar para dormir?" The reaction of the old man didn't give Draco much hope that he'd be spending the night anywhere but outside. Again.
He was startled by a voice coming from behind him. "I didn't know you spoke Spanish."
He whirled around. "What the hell are you doing here?" Which, really, was the stupidest thing he could've said.
"I live here. What are you doing here?" Looking disturbingly calm for someone who’d vanished off the face of the earth over ten years ago, and was now found again.
"I was ..." He pauses, and thinks. "Following you."
"Any particular reason?" And he was still showing no emotion aside from a faint trace of amusement, and Draco really wanted to kick him in the shins just to get a reaction out of him. Just like old times, he thought. "Not really. Because I wanted to see if I could find you, I guess."
"And now you found me."
"So I have."
Harry was quiet for a moment, and then, amused, "I think my line is 'You realise I can never let you go back, now,' isn't it?"
Draco smiled despite himself. "I think that's the traditional way, yes. Will you, though?"
"Will I what?"
"Let me go?"
Harry shrugged. "You're a free man, Draco."
"Yes, and you're a man who disappeared off the face of the earth for well over ten years. One would expect you to not be thrilled about your whereabouts being reported back to the civilised world."
"You of all people, Draco, should remember I rarely do what's expected of me."
(Hogwarts, 1997)
He expected the first thing out of Harry's mouth to be "Why?" Why are you suddenly on our side? Why are you the one doing this, and not Snape, or anyone else? Why you? Why me? Why?
Of course, Harry never did what was expected of him, and instead just asked "How do you want to do this?"
"How on earth should I know, Potter? I've no experience in teaching someone the Dark Arts."
"Really? I thought you'd be jumping at a chance to corrupt someone. Especially me."
"I hate to burst your bubble, Potter, but 'Corrupting the Boy Who Lived' is not on my list of life-long ambitions."
"I'm so disappointed. What is on your list, then?"
"None of your business," he snapped, and instantly regretted it, because it really didn't do to show any kind of emotion, let alone in front of Harry bloody Potter. "Let's just get on with it."
[...?]
(Cuba, 2011)
"Are we there yet? Fuck, how far from civilisation can you get? Please tell me you at least have a decent bathroom installed."
"It's right behind that hill. Very far. And I'm afraid you'll have to settle for a bucket of water from the well."
Draco groaned. "I really fucking hate you, you know."
"Nobody forced you to come." Draco almost wished he could hear a thread of bitterness in Harry's voice, something, anything other than vague amusement. He no longer wanted to kick Harry; punching sounded much more satisfying.
[...]
"You look old."
"Only six months older than you are."
"You look older. Is that what happens when you turn thirty?"
"You're not funny, Harry."
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