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You Set Fire to the Rain	By : icicle33 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11826 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters or any part of the HP fandom or universe. This story is written purely for pleasure and no money is be made from it. None at all.

Chapter List
- 10
- 11
- 12
Warnings: background mentions of Draco/OC

Author's note: Thank you to those who reviewed and read last chapter. I love you all and I apologize that this chapter is late. I promise that I will update twice next week to make up for it. A special thanks to my betas, and as always, feedback makes my day!

Enjoy. I just adore Draco in this chapter and hope you will too.

:: Eleven ::

"People find it far easier to forgive others for being wrong than for being right." ~JKR ¹¹

: : :

Either you got more cunning since leaving Hogwarts, or it was because you no longer had an impending murder hanging over your head, but avoiding you was starting to get impossible.

I had to feign illness and hide out in my room all day just to stop you from cornering me and inviting me on some other inane activity.

After spending the day locked in my room, I thought I had finally outsmarted you and survived one more day Malfoy-free. Unfortunately, since I had missed dinner, my traitor of a stomach decided it needed a midnight snack. Why I didn't just ask Binky or that other elf to bring me something, I'll never know. But when I snuck back into my room, a pale, slender figure was sitting crossed-legged on my bed.

Oh, fuck.

"Malfoy, what the hell are you doing in my room?"

The door slammed shut and you wandlessly lit a small candle that sat on my nightstand. There was more than enough light with the fierce moonlight piercing through the windows; you were just showing off as usual. You cleared your throat loudly and dismissed my harsh tone.

"Listen Potter, you've been avoiding me for days now. I just want to talk to you. That's it."

"I have not. I've just been busy," I lied, thankful that it was still somewhat dark in the room because my cheeks always redden and give me away when I lie.

"Well, you're not now."

"I am actually...I'm going to eat this sandwich." I pointed to the sandwich and crisps I had in my hand and sat down on the bed as far away from you as possible. "So if you don't mind, I had rather you leave."

"No."

"What do you mean no? This is MY room!" I put the sandwich down on the bed and reached for my wand, but you were quicker and disarmed me. Fuck.

"You're reflexes are slow. Must be all those greasy crisps you eat," you quipped. "No wonder they kicked you out of Auror training." You had that smug look plastered on your face again that I just despised, and with your face glowing in the candlelight, it was uncanny.

"I don't have time for this. Just get out," I demanded, but naturally, you ignored me and helped yourself to one of my crisps.

"Not bad. Anyway, you eat and I'll talk. I'll make it quick...I promise."

I eyed you warily, trying to discern any evil ulterior motives that you might have had. Certainly, you couldn't be trusted.

"No. Just get out, Malfoy. I don't want you here."

I gulped loudly as you narrowed your eyes, glaring at me darkly.

"You made that perfectly clear the other night," you drawled, your voice no longer kind. "I know you don't like me, but I'm not leaving."

My cheeks flushed, burning even hotter than before, so I started playing with the crisps on my plate.

"Malfoy, about that—"

"Save it, Potter," you replied coldly. "You showed bollocks talking to me like that. Don't ruin it now with a useless apology we both know you don't mean."

"Erm-"

"Just let me say my piece and I'll be out of your hair, okay?"

I sighed loudly and finally gave in. Whenever I stare into those gorgeous eyes of yours for too long, I always give in.

"Fine, you have five minutes."

You crossed your legs and started twirling my wand in your long, pale fingers; they glowed a ghostly white in the faint candlelight.

"Silencio," you muttered and instantly my voice disappeared from the back of my throat. I wanted to shout at you and curse you into oblivion, but there wasn't much I could do without a voice or a wand. I guess that was the point. You are such a bastard.

"I can't have you interrupting me, Potter. I'm only going to say this once, so listen closely." You turned around and faced me; your white blond hair glittered in the candlelight and appeared golden. Your full lips were swollen and just begging to be kissed.

"I don't normally do this." You sighed loudly again and rubbed your face with your hands. "Okay, I never do this. But it has to be done. I heard...no I know...that you were the one that saved me from the manor...you and that stupid elf who refused to leave the manor no matter how many times I banished it."

You bowed your head and ran your hands through your long hair, mussing it up. "Fuck, why is this so hard?"

"Malfoys don't do apologies. Don't expect that from me. But I need to thank you for saving my life. Again."

You paused for a second and bit down on your bottom lip, making it swell even further. I wondered if you knew just how sexy that made you look, if you did it unpurpose. I moved closer to you and nodded; it was the only thing I could do since you had stripped me of my voice.

There was a static electricity in the air; the small candle that you had lit was flickering uncontrollably, and I could have sworn that I saw flecks of green and gold fluttering behind your eyes. Your eyes were silver again and clear, so much like that night I had seen you talking with Andromeda and so different from how you usually look at me.

"Look, that first time you saved me I didn't thank you because..." You averted your eyes from my unwavering gaze and stared down at your hands, pretending they were suddenly interesting.

"Because...I thought you owed me." You chucked softly, a dark but endearing chuckle that I couldn't help but love.

"I mean you tried to kill me, right? Almost succeeded...but since you saved my life we were even." You bit down on your bottom lip again and starting furrowing your brow. "And Mother," you said, only faltering slightly on what was obviously still a painful subject. "She told me how she saved you. I-I told myself that made us even. That you had done it out of guilt...or something."

You placed my wand back on the bed and whispered, "Finite Incantatem."

My voice returned to the back of my throat, but somehow I was still speechless. All I could do was gape at you. Who were you and what had you done with Draco Malfoy? I should have tested you for Polyjuice.

"But—I should have at least thanked you for testifying for my family." Your voice was steadier now. "You didn't have to do that...and now for taking care of my aunt and cousin."

"Ma-Malfoy," I finally stammered out. "You don't have to—"

"Yes, I do. But don't get used to it. I don't do this whole soppy feelings tripe. That's Hufflepuff and Gryffindor bullshit. Not me."

"Oh, of course," I said smiling at you slightly. "I would never expect it."

When you returned my grin, albeit sheepishly, my heart swelled and fluttered unreasonably.

"Well, I'll let you get back to your sandwich." You got up from the bed and extinguished the candle.

"And Potter," you said, while pausing in the doorway, "you don't have to avoid me like I have dragon pox. I won't bite."

: : :

After you left, I sprawled out on my bed and just stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours; my sandwich lay forgotten. What the hell had just happened?

You are an enigma to me, Draco Malfoy.

I used to think I had you figured out—that I knew everything about you. Clearly, I don't know anything.

First, I thought you were just a spoiled, arrogant brat that had the world at his feet, but felt the need to bully everyone else around him when he didn't get his way. Then, I thought you were an evil Death Eater who wanted nothing more than to follow in daddy's footsteps and become a part of Voldemort's inner circle. Luckily, I was wrong on both accounts, for the most part. But then again, I wasn't sure what you were really like. You were always so guarded and closed off, collected but aloof. I just assumed that was the real you. Yet, there are moments like that night, when you were earnest and thoughtful—or moments like the other night, when you were scared and broken.

How could you be so many contradictions all at once? It just wasn't possible. Who the hell was the real Draco Malfoy? I was desperate to find out.

A slight breeze blew through the room, and the small, silver candle that you had previously lit caught my attention. I dipped my index finger into the hot wax and rubbed it between my fingers, taking in its smoothness and warmth. It smelt faintly like summer rain and musky grapes, which was odd considering it wasn't supposed to be scented. The candle emitted gentle wisps of smoke, which was normal for an extinguished candle, but the odd thing was that rather than being black or grey, the faint wisps were silver and streaked with flecks of green, gold, and even red. It was very peculiar; I had never seen a candle behave like that. Oh well, it was probably just a special type of candle that Andromeda had purchased, something magical and expensive.

Yes, that had to be it.

I put the peculiar candle and images of those hauntingly beautiful silver eyes far from my mind and slept better than I had in a long time.

: : :

The next morning, I awoke refreshed and ready to make some changes in my life.

My dreams had been plagued with images of a strong but caring Draco Malfoy, and I needed to know if that could be a reality. We would never be lovers, but if I could at least have you as a friend, a real friend, then I would settle for that. So far, I had been silly, but I was no longer going to waste this precious opportunity.

I strolled into the dining room with a huge grin upon my face; I was finally going to accept one of your invitations—hopefully it would be for one of your excursions with Teddy that would be fun rather than educational. Unfortunately, you were nowhere to be found. Andromeda told me that you had stepped out to spend the day with friends and wouldn't return until later.

She explained that you had spent many summers in this house, so you knew the area well and made friends with the surrounding children of other wizarding families.

"Oh," I said, trying hard to conceal my disappointment.

"Harry," she said, "don't tell me that now that Draco's gone you actually miss him? You've been avoiding him for days."

"Um-well, I thought maybe we could do something. You know...try to be friends." I knew that my face was as red as a tomato and wished that I could drown myself in Teddy's porridge.

"Well, I think that sounds like a lovely idea, Harry. I'm very proud of you." Andie leaned over and rewarded me with a kiss, causing me to blush ever harder.

"Just ask Draco to visit with you when he gets back."

: : :

But you didn't come back.

I waited for you all day, and you didn't show up until the next day around teatime. I was furious that Andromeda was so nonchalant about your absence. She was thrilled that you were off having fun with your friends. How could she not be concerned? What if something had happened to you?

Nothing had.

Finally, you sauntered in obviously sporting your outfit from the previous night. Your silk shirt was untucked and not buttoned properly; your hair looked as if you had met the wrong end of an electrical socket, and worst of all, you were sporting a big, goofy grin that only made the situation worst.

You reeked of old scotch, smoke, and sex; I couldn't decide if I was disgustingly turned on or if I wanted to vomit.

"Where have you been?" I demanded not even bothering to keep the agitation out of my voice.

"Huh?" You threw your blazer on the closest chair and finally looked at me. It was as if you hadn't even noticed that I was in the room staring at you this entire time.

"Good morning to you too, Potter."

"It's past four in the afternoon." I was gripping the table furiously in order to keep my cool.

"Is it?" you said so casually that I wanted to hit you again. "I hadn't noticed."

Andie noticed the tension in the room and tried her best to break it up.

"So, dear...it looks like you had a good night."

You pulled out a chair and slumped into it resting your elbows and head on the table.

"It was fabulous, Auntie. Just fabulous." You smiled a stunning, captivating smile that warmed my heart and helped soothe the green-eyed monster that was threatening to claw its way out of my chest.

"That's wonderful, darling. I'm so glad you had fun." Andie bent over and kissed you on the forehead as she ruffled your messy hair.

"Stop—" you whinged.

She shrugged off your protests and only further mussed your hair.

"Love, it was already a disaster. If anything, I'm making it better." She was laughing now, a beautiful earnest chuckle that was infectious, and you joined in with her as well, tilting your long neck back and cackling wildly. It was so obvious that the two of you were family, both with the same dazzling grin that could light up an entire room and those unfazed yet radiant eyes. I felt as if I were a watching a touching scene out of a Muggle film, and I was most definitely an intruder. I didn't fit in with these chic, aristocratic people.

I was just about to excuse myself from the table when Andromeda had to ask the one question I didn't want to know the details about.

"So...tell us about the girl?"

You arched one of your perfectly groomed eyebrows at your aunt and frowned.

"What makes you think there was a girl?"

"Oh child, that grin on your face says it all. I know a happily shagged look when I see it." She sighed wistfully. "I was young too, once upon a time."

"So what—" you interrupted, "that doesn't mean I have to tell you about my personal relations. That's private, Auntie."

"Come on, love. When I was your age, your mother and I used to—"

You opened your eyes wide and leered at Andromeda. "Okay, okay...I'll tell you. Just please—don't tell me about you and Mother prowling for blokes." You pretended to shudder. "It'll give me nightmares."

Andromeda bit her lip in a manner so reminiscent of you that I briefly wondered if perhaps you had inherited the trait from her.

"You wound me, Draco. Your mother and I were quite fanciable back in our day. Everyone talked about the beautiful Black sisters."

"You're still beautiful, Andie," I chimed in, desperately trying to change the awful topic of conversation.

Andie patted my hand and sent me a warm, genuine smile.

"That's very kind of you, Harry, but I'm an old woman now."

"No, he's right, Auntie. You are still a Black, and like you said, Black blood is beautiful. All the Blacks are blessed with beauty. Woe is our curse."

You dramatically flicked your head back and your hair over your shoulder as if you were a famous actress or perhaps a hair model. Andromeda was lost in a fit of giggles and as jealous as I still was, I was able to send you a smirk as well. You always find a way to make me laugh, even when I'm mad at you or utterly miserable. Your impressions really are quite funny now that I'm no longer the target of them.

"The girl..."

"Ah yes. Well, she wasn't a girl." You raised your eyebrows again and smiled salaciously. "Not at all. She was a woman; a drop-dead gorgeous woman, who was hopelessly fit."

"Sounds lovely," Andromeda replied, her eyes soft and amused.

"She is. She's Russian, Svetlana something or other and could be a model, Auntie. She's like 6 feet tall with golden blonde hair and green eyes." You sighed loudly and were lost in thoughts, which were probably filthy memories. "She's the perfect woman, really."

Andie put a hand on your bony shoulder and smiled knowingly at you.

"It sounds like you are quite taken with this girl."

"Well, I am," you said, still grinning, "especially since she barely speaks any English."

"I didn't know you spoke Russian, Malfoy," I said, again trying to change the subject before my head exploded.

You turned and smirked at me lewdly. "I don't, Potter...other than a few curse words. That's the beauty of it."

You were laughing that absurd, charming laugh of yours and I couldn't help but join in.

"Sounds like the perfect woman for you, Malfoy," I teased. "She can't complain that you talk about yourself too much."

"Touché, Potter. Touché."

"Oh, boys," Andromeda sighed. "This is so nice having us all get along. I'm glad you had fun with your friends, Draco. But—you know, Harry doesn't know anyone here. Perhaps next time you go out you can bring him with you. I'm sure your friends wouldn't mind if you brought along another handsome, charming bloke like yourself."

My eyes widened and I stared down at the table.

"Oh, that's not necessary, Malfoy. I wouldn't want to impose."

You turned to me and smirked; it was that same familiar smirk that I had grown accustomed to after seeing it glued on your face so often, but this time there was no malice behind it.

"Not at all, Potter. That's a brilliant idea. Let's go out. It is Friday after all."

"Um—aren't you tired?"

"What? Oh, well a little." Your face was confused as if you hadn't considered the idea that you would be tired after spending all night partying and doing god knows what else.

"That's okay, though," you insisted. "I'm going to get some sleep. But Potter, be dressed and ready to go at ten."

You kissed Andie on the cheek and left the sitting room where we had all been gathered.

"And Potter," you called from the other room. "Wear something decent."

Bloody hell, what had I just agreed to do?

To be continued...

Author's note: Thanks so much for reading! Next chapter is great with Harry and Draco going out to a bar, so I'm excited to share that with you. Also, I'm really curious as to if anyone has any theories of what happened when Draco lit the candle in Harry's room. *hint hint*

I really do apologize about being late with this chapter, but RL was crazy and I was soooo behind on my fest fics for lj. However, the good news is that now they all have been submitted. A nextgen (Lily/Scorpius and Albus/Scorpius fic), a dysfunctional relationship fic that has already been posted so I will be sharing that soon...it had a TON of pairings, a H/D Veela fic (that I will be posting TOMORROW), and a Harry/Draco/Charlie love triangle fic that I will start posting next week. Therefore, even though I missed a week of posting, from now on I will be updating not only this story, but all of those as well. I hope you all will consider reading or at least checking out my new fics as well.

~~Last thing, it was my birthday a couple of weeks ago...Valentine's Day ugh..I know...woe is my life...but the AMAZING Ashiiblack wrote me a hot fic for a prompt I submitted to the Draco Tops Harry fest that no one claimed.

The prompt was this: Draco's friends don't understand why he submits to Potter so easily. Since they started dating, Potter seems to control everything Draco does and even says. They have no idea Draco that the reason Draco is so passive with Harry is because Harry lets him have complete control in the bedroom, and Draco is a bit of a freak. The fic is awesome so I figured I would share the link with everyone.

<a href="http:www.fanfiction.net/s/7839303/1/Freak_in_the_Bed"/> A Freak in the Bedroom</a>

[11] This quote which most of you probably guessed correctly is by J.K. Rowling. It doesn't belong to me.

Until next time,

~Icicle

Review Responses:

Elementalwitch: Your reviews always have me smiling ALL day. Thanks so much, dear. I'm glad you are enjoying the story so much. I really think you'll enjoy the next chapter. = )

unneeded: Thanks for your comment, dear. Don't worry, Harry is finally going to give Draco a real chance now or at least try to. I know he's frustrating in this story, but think about how you would feel in his shoes. He's starting to have all these feelings for Draco, so he doesn't trust himself around Draco...and then, Draco has never given him a reason to trust him. I would be pretty skeptical too if I were in his shoes. I think you'll enjoy the next chapters more. = )
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