And so it Begins

Harry stormed into the Leaky Cauldron.

“Firewhiskey! Now!” he snapped at the barman, who stared speechless at the boy savior.

“I said now,” Harry snapped. 

The bartender moved to get the drink as Harry mumbled under his breath, “Damn bitch; how dare she?  Who does she think she is?”

“Everything okay?” he heard a voice whisper behind him. “Anything I can do to help?”

He turned around and looked into those clear grey eyes; Harry felt a stirring in his soul and groin he’d not felt in nineteen years.

Draco smiled, and Harry was lost.  

And so it begins.

Again.