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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
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Warnings: None for this chapter and Draco shows off more of his darling quirks. I really think that boy is a little insane.

Author's note: Once again, a special thank you to my beta ashiiblack, who has now taken over the story as my only beta. Unfortunately, sonnyisforlovers had some RL issues she needed to deal with. I love you both.

Enjoy and thanks so much for reading!

: :Fifteen : :

"When I see you the world stops. It stops and all that exists for me is you and my eyes staring at you. There's nothing else. No noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow. The world just stops and it is a beautiful place and there is only you. Just you, and my eyes staring at you. I stared." ~JF [15]

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After that night and the almost kiss, things changed between us again but not for the better.

Once we headed back into the bar, you barely acknowledged me and took off with Poison Ivy, leaving me all alone with Myrtle. I felt like such a total prat that night since I used poor Myrtle. I grabbed her, slammed her against the wall, and proceeded to snog the living daylights out of her. Unfortunately, I felt nothing, only a slight queasiness in my stomach; the only thing I gained from that experience was that my cock that had been painfully hard after sharing that cigarette with you was now flaccid. I felt awful leading the poor girl on and made an excuse that I didn't feel well, leaving her alone at the bar—probably confused and wondering if she had done something wrong. Fuck. I told myself that if I ever see her again, I would apologise and explain my actions. She had been such a sweet girl and didn't deserve to be treated like that. As if she meant nothing.

The next few weeks passed in a blur, and I barely saw you. You were skipping meals more often now, and I was growing increasingly concerned about the sharpness of your cheekbones and the dark circles under your eyes. Still, since we barely spoke other than the polite conversation we exchanged in Andromeda and Teddy's company, it wasn't my place to say anything. I didn't understand how Andie didn't notice, or if she did, she also felt that it wasn't her place to upset you. I wanted to talk to you, plead with you, and explain that I had never meant to make you feel uncomfortable — that we both had too much to drink that night. But every time I got close to you, my throat would close up and all I could do was stare and long. Something, I was getting far too familiar with, and even you, were not your usual cheerful self. You weren't playing with Teddy as often and were spending an enormous amount of time locked up in the library. Things needed to change between us before they took a turn for the worst.

Finally, I decided that I was being daft and need to grow some bollocks. I walked over to the far library and knocked on the door. The door opened quickly and two small hands pulled me and dragged me to the floor. Teddy looked up at me, his face completely awestruck and in full on worship mode; he held his little fingers up to his lips, shushing me to be quiet. At first, I thought this was another one of Teddy's games, but then I realised that you were in the far corner of the room, back facing us and sitting on an elegant, wooden piano bench. You were bent over, eyes closed deep in concentration, and your long fingers were dancing over the smooth piano keys in obvious dexterity. The piano you were sitting at was a fixture of beauty, a stunning baby grand, chestnut in colour, flawlessly polished and undoubtedly expensive. Yet, the piano wasn't what I was fixated on. You were sitting there, so lost in the moment, as if your mind were somewhere else, and your agile fingers were a vessel composing transfixing, majestic music that filled the entire room.

"Wow," I said to Teddy, not even realising that I had opened my mouth.

"I know," he whispered, "Cousin Draco is brilliant." I nodded in agreement and continued to stare, utterly bewitched by your melody.

Finally, the music stopped and you swung your long legs around the piano bench and noticed me.

"Oh, Potter. I didn't realise I had an audience." Then you eyed Teddy hiding behind the couch. "And Cousin Teddy too." You smiled at the little boy and motioned for him to join you on the bench.

"Teddybear," you said, in your softest voice that I never heard you use with anyone else. "I've told you that you don't have to hide when I play. You can watch me any time you want."

Teddy bit his lip and looked up at you through his fringe that was starting to get longer and resembled your hair greatly.

"I'm sorry, Cousin," he said pouting, his large eyes watering. "I just didn't want to bother you."

"You're never a bother little man. But I think it's time for your nap."

He hung his head resignedly, but nodded anyway.

"What were you playing?" I asked, finally finding my voice. "It was beautiful."

You blushed faintly and chewed on your bottom lip, as you always did when you were nervous or embarrassed.

"Thank you. It's Brahms." You had a huge smile on your face, your eyes bright and wistful. "One of his Rhapsodies, Opus 70 in G minor."

I had no idea what any of those words meant, so I just smiled and nodded, pretending that I knew all about classical music.

"I thought so," I said. "You're very talented. I didn't know you played."

"Yes, well. I had a great deal of energy as a child." You frowned and chewed your lip again. "I was always running around the manor terrorising the house-elves and peacocks. It drove Father absolutely mental, so Mother suggested I take up a hobby to keep me occupied."

"Oh."

"Yes, we had a beautiful piano in Mother's wing that she used to play. That's where I learnt." You explained, looking as if you were a million miles away, lost in another time.

"So your mother taught you then?" I asked, trying to encourage you to keep talking rather than withdrawing from me again. After all, this was the longest conversation we've had since that night at the bar.

"Well, no," you replied with a heavy sigh. "Sometimes, we would practice together, but Father insisted that a professional teach me. Mother wasn't allowed." You paused and looked pensive for a moment. "She wasn't allowed near me very much at all when I was a child.

"Oh," I said again, feeling dreadfully stupid that I couldn't come up with anything more comforting to say.

"Well, I'm going to put Teddy down for his nap." You motioned at the little boy who without us noticing had curled up on the couch and fallen sound asleep.

"Okay," I said, but as you walked towards the door, carrying my darling little godson so gently but protectively, I knew I had to stop you.

"Wait—"

You turned around and faced me, raising one eyebrow as if to say I'm waiting Potter.

"Let's do something," I blurted out. "Just the two of us. We haven't hung out in a while and I—"

"You're bored."

"Yeah."

"Alright, then. Be ready to go in ten minutes and wear something comfortable."

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I was more than a little nervous when I saw you down two shots of espresso before heading out on our next adventure.

You offered me a shot, but I chose to indulge in a quick snack instead—a delicious chocolate croissant that had been leftover from breakfast probably the one that you hadn't eaten. I shrugged and told you that food gives you more energy anyway—that caffeine is only fake energy and eventually gives you a headache and causes you to crash.

You just laughed and shook your head at me.

"Ahh, but caffeine doesn't hang around on your middle." You patted my stomach playfully and made me feel dreadfully self-conscious even though I knew you were kidding.

"And it's not as messy."

"Huh?"

You stepped closer to me, too close, and met my eyes for what felt like the first time in weeks. Slowly, you ran your index finger underneath my lower lip, never once breaking your stare.

"You had a little chocolate there." You brought your finger to your lips and licked it clean. "Quite good those chocolate croissants," you said with a smirk, "even if they are a heart attack waiting to happen."

I just stood there blushing and gaping at you. You were so infuriating and confusing. First, I thought you were angry with me for invading your personal space at the bar since you hadn't spoken to me in days; now, you were standing in the kitchen practically licking chocolate off my lips and teasing me hopelessly. What the Fuck?

"Thanks—uh-let's get going."

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After spending a couple of months under the same roof as you and observing your strange habits for far too long, I shouldn't have been surprised when your idea of fun was a far cry from normal.

I tried to act cool after the 'chocolate incident' and just follow your lead, but my mind had been wandering aimlessly on our long walk to whatever secret destination you had planned. I was surrounded by beautiful scenery: fields and valleys of green and orange, romantic cottages, and mesmerising water, which shimmered under the sunlight appearing more aquamarine than blue and flowing so freely, so smoothly—just pure. Still, even with all the grand imagery surrounding me, the only thing I could focus on was you.

You were a blond blur in front of me surrounded by a grey cloud of smoke. Apparently, you were taking a liking to those Muggle cigarettes, especially once you learnt they came in flavoured varieties such as mint or vanilla cloves.

I decided to play it safe and not take you up on your offer of a cigarette this time; we certainly didn't need a repeat of the last bloody cigarette episode. Instead, I attempted to tease you about your cigarette habit, figuring it was only fair since you always tease me about everything. I claimed it was utterly Muggle and that your fabulous cigarettes were nothing more than glorified cancer sticks. For someone who was always lecturing me on my unhealthy eating habits, you didn't take care of yourself—constantly, drinking like a fish and smoking packs of cigarettes.

You just rolled your eyes and said in that Potter you are such a damned fool voice of yours, "Well, at least I'll die thin and beautiful. You'll just die a fat arse."

Thank Merlin, we reached our destination before we had time to get deeper into our argument.

"Here we are," you said, pointing to a handsome, stone bridge that was almost 200 ft in height.

For a minute, I got the ridiculous notion that you brought me here to push me off the bridge, but I just shrugged it off and followed. You scurried onto the bridge, skipping across it with a huge smile smeared on your gorgeous face. Under the intense sunlight, it was even more obvious that your cheekbones had sunken in further and that your chin was more pointed than I had seen it in years, but it didn't matter; you were still stunningly beautiful and it almost hurt to look at you. When you reached the middle of the bridge, you stopped and carefully climbed onto the ledge of it.

"Malfoy!" I yelled. "What the fuck are you doing? Get down here before you kill yourself."

You turned around gracefully, and I felt my heart flutter, afraid that if you somehow faltered, even slightly, you would fall down to your death. "Come on, Potter! Don't be an infant. The view's amazing up here!"

Leaning over, you held out a pale hand to me; my heart was hammering, knowing that this was not a good idea. I could hear Hermione's voice in the back of my mind telling me, "Harry Potter, don't you dare take his hand and get on that ledge! You are a grown man. You could kill yourself!" I knew that she was right, but I have never been rational when it comes to you. Without saying another word, I grasped onto your arm and tried to ignore the intense magnetism that was coursing through my body. As I stood next to you on the ledge, still grasping your hand much too tightly, I gasped at the breathtaking view.

You were right, as usual, and it was worth the risk just to be up there, taking in the celestial surroundings and sucking in the cool, crisp air. "Malfoy this is fucking incredible!" I squeezed your hand firmly and closed my eyes to make sure I captured every detail of this moment, needing to imprint it in my memory for all eternity.

"I know," you shouted back at me and then released my hand. I groaned at the loss of contact, but when I opened my eyes, you had jumped off the ledge and were taking off your shirt and shoes.

"What the hell are you doing?"

You grabbed me by the arm, and I fell on top of you, off the ledge and onto the bridge, painfully squashing you. But you didn't seem to mind. "Take off your shirt and shoes, Potter," you demanded. "We're going for a little swim."

Before I even responded, you were back on the ledge, your pale chest looking even creamier in the sunlight and your silver eyes, appearing blue just like the water.

"You're mental," I said, as I tried not to lick my lips, watching you stand there in only a pair of tight black shorts.

As you were standing there all exposed, I could tell that my concerns had been well warranted. You hadn't been taking care of yourself or eating properly, so where just a few weeks ago there had been lightly defined stomach muscles, now I could make out most of your ribs. I really needed to get you to eat better, but now was not the time for such a discussion.

"What are you scared, Potter?" you taunted, turning around and giving me your most arrogant smirk that was so reminiscent of a 12-year-old Malfoy that it gave me chills.

"You wish," I sneered back, quickly reverting into my 12-year-old foolhardy self as well.

Quickly, I pulled off my shirt and shoes, not even bothering to be self-conscious about my slightly protruding stomach that was normally flat, but was still quite bloated from eating too many chocolate croissants and milky tea at breakfast. I joined you on the ledge, a fierce determination in my eyes. "Whenever you're ready, Malfoy."

I heard you whisper what sounded like a charm under your breath twice but decided to ignore it.

"On the count of three," you said and grabbed my hand.

To be continued...

Author's note: I know a cliffhanger...literally. But don't worry because you won't have to wait too long for the next chapter. I'll probably post it in the next couple days. So what do you think of Draco? Did you like the piano playing scene? Idk, for some reason I always picture Draco as an accomplished pianist in my mind. I'd love to hear your thoughts or questions.

[14] Quote from a Million Little Pieces by James Frey.

~Icicle

Review responses:

unneeded: Thank you so much for your commitment to my story, hun. I appreciate it so much that you always take a moment to leave me a comment. I hope you're doing well health wise and yeah I'm looking forward to writing the Draco companion piece. He hasn't told me yet why he always teases Harry, so I'd like to find out as well. = D
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