a continuation of x x
Once is chance, twice is a coincidence, three times usually means someone’s trying to kill him.
“What are you doing?”
Draco turns toward the sounds of his voice and scowls. “Potter, I would have thought this level of stalking to be beneath you.”
“I’m not stalking you! You’re stalking me, if anything, because this isn’t even your world.” Draco doesn’t so much a flinch, and Harry’s shoulders slump. “Where did you even get that anyway?”
“I stole it,” he says, and Harry’s barely had the time to get outraged when he rolls his eyes, “I bought it, obviously. With money. You know what that is, don’t you?”
“Shut up,” he answers, and then, “How do you even know how to ride that thing?”
Draco shifts his weight, circling Harry on his skateboard, as comfortable as if he’d been walking. “Please, like it’s hard. You could probably even do it.” He’s dressed like a muggle again, ridiculously tight jeans and trainers and a dark green t shirt that Harry’s pretty sure could stand to be a size or two larger. The sleeves cut into his biceps in a way that can’t be necessary. “Want to try?”
Harry had been so busy staring at Draco he hadn’t noticed when he got close. “What?
“I’m headed to the skate park,” he says, “It will be a lot easier for you to continue following me if you can manage to not fall off a skateboard.”
“I’m not following you,” he says, then immediately follows it up with, “Yeah, sure, okay.”
It seems like this summer is getting away from him, maybe.
wupacing 