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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.

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Warnings: drunk!harry, a few derogatory terms, and lots of revelations

Author's note: First, I want to thank everyone for reading and reviewing. I never thought that this story would get 50 reviews, so I love you all. I apologise that this chapter took a little longer, but I wanted to make it really good. And I think it is. I had lots of help with this chapter from Ashiiblack and docdylanriley, so thank you dears, I appreciate your effort. Any mistakes that remain are my own.

Last thing, I don't usually name chapters as it would probably drive me insane trying to come up with a name for every chapter, but if I did name the chapters, this one would definitely be Draco's story. Finally, you get some insight on Draco.

Enjoy.

: :Eighteen: :

"Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching." ~ GGM [18]

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The next couple of days I avoided you hopelessly. I lied to Andromeda and told her that I was spending a couple of days with Ron and Hermione; in reality, all I did was lie around in a nearby hotel room, drinking myself into a heavy stupor and gorging myself on room service.

I had never been into drinking hard alcohol, but those couple of days, nothing else seemed to cut my pain. I finally understood why people needed and drank hard liquor. Sometimes, it was the only way to escape. Even with all the adversities I had faced in life, I never had the urge to drown my sorrows as I did now. Okay, maybe I would have wanted to drown my sorrows when I was fifteen and Sirius died, but since I was only fifteen then, it wasn't an option.

It wasn't the fact that you had rejected me that had me so depressed. No, I could have dealt with the fact that you didn't return my affections—what really bothered me was that you had lied.

I thought that I had been hopelessly in love with a straight bloke—that the only reason I couldn't have you was because you fancied women instead of men—and perhaps one day you would even tell me, "Potter, if I were ever going to shag a bloke, it would be you." That was the perfect lie I had been filling my head all day with in that forest.

I had never imaged this. What did it mean?

Obviously, you weren't straight—that ugly French twat had his mouth firmly around your cock. You were a big fat queer just like me. But what about all the girls? Had that just been an act for my benefit? Did you really think that I would be so judgemental and reject your friendship if I knew you liked cock?

No, that probably wasn't it. Was it me then? Was I more obvious in my affections towards you than I thought? Did you parade girls around me because you were that repulsed by the idea that I might be attracted to you?

Yes, that had to be it.

I could deal with the fact that you weren't attracted to me. Hell, I really didn't blame you. You looked like a model, and I'm well—I'm just Harry, somewhat handsome on a good day, but never stunning like you. Still, you lied to me and were so disgusted by me that you shied away from my advances, but accepted blowjobs from ugly French cocksuckers.

Okay, the French bloke wasn't really that ugly. In fact, most people would say he was traditionally handsome; he was tall, well dressed, had great hair, and broad shoulders. He was probably hiding a fit body behind those tight designer clothes, perhaps even a six-pack under that tight shirt, and he undeniably had a great arse. Well, I wasn't any of those things. I certainly wasn't tall or well dressed. My hair was shit, as you've told me hundreds of times, and although I do have broad shoulders and a reasonably fit body, I didn't have a six-pack. Perhaps a four-pack back when I was in Auror training, but definitely not now when I spent the entire summer being a lazy bum and pigging out on French pastries. No, it actually made perfect sense why you went for the French bloke instead of me; he was much more your type. If only you didn't lie to me about it.

How could I confront you now?

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Hiding from you turned out to be harder than I thought. While my lie had worked on Andie, you had seen right through it.

On my fourth day of self-imposed exile, you finally found me. It was my own fault since I hadn't been careful and cast a Disillusionment Charm on myself, but it was late at night—and as usual, I had been drinking. I wasn't completely pissed, but my head was fuzzy, and I wasn't in any pain.

You saw me sprawled out on the floor, a half empty bottle of firewhisky by my head and a small mountain of empty wrappers piled by my feet. I knew that I looked pathetic, and I'm still surprised that you even sat down next to me.

When you sat down next to me, I lay still for several seconds and didn't say anything, my eyes firmly fixed on the night sky.

"Potter?"

"Oh, it's you," I finally responded, not even bothering to look at you.

"How did you even find me?"

"I thought you might be here," you said softly, "well, actually it was Teddy's idea. He told me you like stars."

"The little traitor. You should be proud. It looks like you got a future Slytherin on your hands."

You sighed and lay down next to me, making sure to first remove your leather jacket and fold it neatly. You placed it in a large bag that you had been carrying and then moved closer to me. I was surprised that you had been willing to sacrifice getting grass stains on your precious designer clothes. You're such a fucking git.

"What do you mean...you?" you asked, scrunching your forehead. "Don't you mean...we? He's your godson."

"I know. But he has you to take care of him now. I'm going back to England."

"Potter," you protested, your voice whiny. "What are you talking about? You're supposed to stay for the rest of the summer. There's still three weeks left."

I kept my eyes averted to the sky, knowing that I would break down if I gazed into those gorgeous silver eyes of yours.

"I changed my mind. Deal's off."

"But what about Andromeda?" Your voice was higher pitched now, higher than I had ever heard it. "She'll be devastated. And little Teddy too."

I shrugged but still didn't meet your eyes, even though I could feel your intense gaze on me.

"She'll understand," I said. "And Teddybear has you. He won't even notice I'm gone."

You blew your fringe out of your face, much more dramatically than necessary, and put your hand on my arm. "Harry, please. Don't be like this. If this is about the other day?"

Finally, I sat up and met your concerned gaze. I glared at you fiercely and said, "The name's Potter, Malfoy."

"Fine, Potter if you want. But what is it?"

My blood was seething again; you were pushing me over the edge as usual. Why couldn't you just leave me alone? You had already done enough, but in typical Malfoy fashion, you had to show up and twist the knife even deeper.

"Not everything is about you, Malfoy. Just sod off already!"

"Harry," you cried, your voice frantic now. "No, I'm not going to leave. Let's talk about this rationally. I thought we were friends."

"I told you the name's Potter and we're not friends. We were never friends."

"I-I"

"No, you listen. Friends don't lie to each other."

You ran a hand through your hair and opened your eyes wide.

"I don't understand. When did I lie to you?"

"Are you fucking kidding me, Malfoy?" I sneered. "Are really going to still play this game? When were you planning on telling me you were queer, a cocksucker, a fucking fairy?"

You opened your eyes even wider and furrowed your forehead.

"Potter, what are you talking about? I'm not gay. How much have you had to drink tonight?"

"I'm perfectly sober! How can you sit there and continue lying to my face? I fucking saw you, okay. In the alley with that frog...he had your cock in his mouth."

You sighed again; you were doing that a lot tonight and rubbed your face with your hands. "Bollocks. You weren't supposed to see that."

"Why? If you're trying to stay in the closet, you're doing a really shitty job at it. Anybody could have seen you."

"It's not that, Potter. It's not a secret. Jacques and I have been trading favours for years now."

I bit my bottom lip and felt my magic crackling. I needed to take a deep breath and relax. If not, even without my wand, I was going to hex your bollocks off.

"Fantastic. So everyone knows...but me, huh? What was it some type of joke to you? Flaunting those girls in front of me, so poor lovesick Potter doesn't make googly eyes at you? You're pathetic, Malfoy."

"That's not it. Please listen to me," you protested, your voice cracking.

"No, you listen, Malfoy. I'm not attracted to you. I'm not madly in love with you or any other ridiculous idea you might have. That kiss was a mistake, a lapse in judgement, and quite terrible if you ask me. There was no reason for your whole farce."

"Harry, please. It wasn't a farce. Please hear me out." Your voice was desperate now and your eyes, which I had tried so hard to avoid, were shining with unshed tears. Those fucking eyes of yours were always my breaking point.

"You have two minutes," I said, as I reached for the bottle of firewhisky, "and don't call me, Harry."

You took a deep breath. "Potter, it wasn't an act with the girls. I don't know how to explain this. You were raised in the Muggle world and wouldn't understand."

"You better try...time's ticking away."

"Fine," you squeaked in a soft voice that I had never heard you use before. "But just let me speak with no interruptions, okay? Then you can ask any questions you want."

"I'm all ears, Malfoy. Do your worst."

"Okay," you said, while sucking on your bottom lip. "I'm not gay." I rolled my eyes at you, but refrained from commenting.

"But I'm not straight either."

"So you're confused, huh?"

"No," you protested. "Come on, Potter. You said you wouldn't interrupt."

I took another swig of the firewhisky and gestured for you to continue.

"I don't label myself one way or the other because I don't limit myself that way. I'm not attracted to people's gender. There are beautiful people, both men and women. I'm sure you can agree with me there."

Reluctantly, I nodded at you.

"Exactly. So it's not just a pretty face that attracts me, Potter. I'm attracted to someone's inner core, their inner being, their magic."

I spat out the firewhisky that was sloshing around my mouth and glared at you darkly.

"What kind of bullshit are you trying to pull, Malfoy?" I shouted. "You can't feel magic; you can't even see it. There's no way you can be attracted to it." I paused and looked you straight in the eyes. "You're a liar."

"No," you said, only flinching slightly at my harsh glare. "You can feel magic—even see it—if it's powerful enough. You know what I'm talking about; you've seen it yourself...felt it."

"No, I haven't," I insisted, but the more that I thought about it, the more your theory made sense. It wasn't just your good looks and witty personality that attracted me—it was your magic. I had felt your magic before, even seen it without realising what it was. Your magic had been pulling me towards you, enrapturing me, enchanting me. Yes, I knew exactly what you meant, but I was still angry.

"Yes, you have. Think, Potter. You've felt it. I know you have."

"Why are you so sure?" I demanded. "How do you know?"

You looked closely at me and placed a hand on my arm giving it a slight squeeze. "Because Potter...I've felt it too. The magnetism is so strong between us that you can feel it, especially when we touch. Don't you feel that?"

Of course, I felt it. I always felt it when you were near, and now with your hand on my arm, a deep tingling was spreading through my veins. And when I looked at you, I saw flecks of green and gold in your eyes. Oh yes, your magic was so obviously there; and it was beautiful, intoxicating. And too much of a tease.

Quickly, I snapped my arm from your grasp and glared at you furiously again. "I don't feel anything, Malfoy. Please refrain from touching me." You pulled back from me as if you were a child who had been scalded by a hot stove.

"I'm sorry." Your voice was so earnest and faint and your eyes no longer meeting my gaze. "Look, Potter. That's the truth. I wasn't trying to hide anything about myself. I spent sixteen years of my life living in a little box that my father had laid out for me. I couldn't do anything or think anything that he didn't approve of." You looked up at me and smiled shyly. "Then you saved me and killed that bastard who ruined my life and destroyed my father. It was too late for him. But...I had been given a second chance—a chance to live life right, so I wasn't going to fuck it up." You paused. "I told myself that I would never limit myself with labels again. There's so many things to try in the world. And I want to try them all!"

I took another long swig from the firewhisky bottle and then lay back down.

"Fuck, Malfoy," I said, covering my eyes with my hands. "When did you get so fucking deep? I'm too pissed right now to be having this conversation."

"Um—"

"It appears you do have a soul after all."

You tightened your lips into a thin line and looked at me, your eyes penetrating but pained at the same time. "So are we okay? I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. I just didn't know you were gay and with your Muggle upbringing I thought you would think poorly of me."

You really were persistent when you wanted something, and it was incredibly annoying, but at the same time, endearing. I felt my anger fade and my magic settle. I turned to you and offered you the best smile I could muster, although it was probably more of a forced smirk.

"Christ, Malfoy. You really don't give up."

"Not when I want something."

"Then fine. We're okay. Just leave me alone though. I need some time to process all of this."

You didn't look particularly happy with my request, but agreed anyway, offering me a basket of food you had brought along in your bag.

"I figured you hadn't been eating well," you said, pushing the basket of food closer to me. "You've probably only eaten junk without Andromeda around to make sure you eat some vegetables."

"Thanks," I said, feeling incredibly guilty that I had lashed out on you so horribly when you had been bringing me a basket of food.

"I hope you'll come back home soon. It's pretty boring without you."

"Well, you always seemed to find a way to keep yourself occupied before," I snapped. "Maybe you should owl Jacques."

"Right," you said, your pale cheeks darkening. "Well, have a good night."

You grabbed your bag and started walking away from me. "And Potter," you said slowly, "just for the record, that kiss didn't seem terrible to me. I thought it meant something. Stupid me."

Before I could respond, you were gone.

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To be continued...

Author's note: Thank you so much for reading and I'd love to hear your thoughts! What did you think of Draco's revelation? Did anyone guess about the magic? I tried to throw in a couple of hints before, but I wasn't sure if anyone picked up on them. Harry has a lot to think about, doesn't he?

Until next time,

~Icicle

[18] Quote by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. It doesn't belong to me at all, but I think it describes poor Harry's heartache perfectly.

Review responses:

Elemental witch: I hope you are recovering well or have already recovered from your surgery, dear. It makes me sooo happy that I can at least bring a little happiness into your day. In Draco's defence, he had no idea that he was being watched and was beyond pissed. Don't worry he won't be receiving any more random blow jobs. I hope this chapter answered all your questions and helped you understand Draco a bit better. = D

unneeded: Hello, dear. You are so right about Harry and Draco. Harry is an idiot and Draco is a tart. That has been the theme of the story so far, but I promise this is the last chapter of that. From here on, the rest of the story will be about their romantic relationship rather than just UST and their platonic relationship.

J: Hello love, and thank you for your comment. I wasn't able to update as quickly as I had hoped, but I think this is a good chapter and hope you enjoyed it anyway. Don't worry, there will be a lot more of this story. = D

Wombatvine: Hello dear, and thank you for the comment. I'm so glad you are enjoying the story and I'm already working on the next chapter. I promise the wait won't be as long this time.
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