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."
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Double drabble, which may or may not also end up being the beginning of this bunny. With thanks to AltaVista for translation help.
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