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It was mad.
Krum caught the snitch though his team lost, and the crowd was in an uproar. Cheers and boos shoved in on him from all directions. Hell, he couldn't hear himself think. He shared a look with Draco who also had his hands over his ears. It was the blinding smile on the Slytherin that caught Harry off guard and before he knew it he was returning one of his own. It occurred to him Draco was perfectly capable of being a decent bloke. It might not fit the definition of earth shattering for most people but in Harry's world, it certainly was. Even for someone who didn't live in a world where the impossible was totally possible, it was always a strange moment when your perceptions of life and the people around turn out to be completely different. You never realize just how blind you are until you start seeing the world from an alternative perspective.
Both teams were going to come up to the minster's box or at least that's what he thought Draco was mouthing at him. He couldn't hear a damn thing through the crowd.
In the midst of the post-game chaos, Harry reflected on his choice making skills. Ron was going to have a fit of course. Still, seeing Ron act the fool for the Veela made it a bit worth it. Harry himself was saved from acting like a moron in front of most of the wizarding world by Draco Malfoy. Never though he'd have ever thought those particular set of words. The blonde only put a hand on his arm and murmured into his ear -looking far too amused- think for yourself Harry don't let the pretty harpies do it for you. Do really want to jump off the balcony and kill yourself like Weasley's trying so hard to do?
Ron really had been trying to do that. How killing yourself was impressive he didn't know.
Veela were dangerous!
The blonde -non-veela!- next to him was just as Quidditch obsessed as anyone on a school team was expected to be, the surprise was how knowledgeable he was about the other players. He knew the names of their moves and tricks just as much as he knew the seeker moves and tricks. This was surprising to Harry who was used to people being biased toward their own position or the one they'd like to play if they were on a team or had any talent for the sport. Draco seemed to find each position equally interesting and worth his attention. Harry was pretty sure it was one of those Slytherin traits that made him so and his motives for it probably weren't honourable. Still, it made for interesting conversations during the game.
Someone squeezed his shoulder. Harry turned to see Draco motioning toward the stairs. The teams were arriving. Harry's jaw about hit the floor when Viktor Krum winked at Draco as they passed by. As soon as the minister managed to quiet the stadium a bit to give out the trophy and make some sort of speech Harry shifted in his seat to look at Draco. "Do you know him?" Harry demanded.
"Maybe I'm just cute and blonde." Draco deadpanned.
Harry scowled. "Fine don't introduce me to your friends."
Draco raised his chin smugly and -to Harry's shock- grabbed him by the wrist, towing him toward the Bulgarian team. None of the players seemed to be paying the minister much attention so Harry figured it wouldn't be too rude if they went up to them. Or he would use the excuse that Malfoys were a bad influence. It wasn't as if anyone could really argue against him.
"Viktor!" Draco called, waving a hand.
The tall, dark haired seeker looked over his shoulder. His uniform was dark in places damp from sweat, there were bruises and a stain Harry thought might be blood. His hair was a mess, his skin flushed from exertion. The severe expression on his face softened. He whispered something to another player and moved in their direction, pushing through the large amount of people amassing in the minster's box. "Draco! Well, what did you think? I knew we should have practiced the-" He cut off with a glance to Harry. "You brought a friend?" He asked slowly.
Harry frowned, flicking his gaze to Draco.
"This is Harry Potter. Potter this is Viktor Krum." Draco introduced as if nothing were the matter.
Krum relaxed marginally. "Did you like the game, Harry Potter?"
A tad starstruck Harry stumbled over his words, "I, yes of course. I mean I've never been to a World Cup before. It was amazing. I wasn't sure I would like sitting and watching as much as I like flying."
"He's a fantastic seeker himself Viktor. Harry has been on the house team since his first year." Said Draco.
Harry frowned. "I'm not that-"
Draco's hand clamped down on his wrist. "In fact, the only time he's lost a game was when dementors rushed the field last year."
"Oh?" Krum's eyebrows raised. He gave Harry an appraising sweep. "You're a good build for it certainly."
It was such a surreal experience having Draco Malfoy singing his praises to Viktor Krum of all people. The Draco he though he knew would be too busy talking about himself to bother letting someone else get any attention. Of course, Krum and Draco seemed to already know one another so it was probably a safe bet that Krum already knew what Draco could do. When Draco sneaked a quick look over his shoulder and Harry followed his line of sight he realized what was going on. Lord Malfoy stood back near the stairwell, sharp eyes on his son. Draco was prolonging being alone with his father.
Harry growled internally. Well, that wouldn't do.
"...doing the training camp?"
The Gryffindor blinked. "What?"
Krum raised a brow. "Are you going to be at the training camp the day after tomorrow? I'll be there for a demonstration at the broom racing workshop the first day but I'll be around the rest of the camp as well. We should meet up. Draco will be there of course." Krum shoved his hands into his pockets, leaning slightly to one side and looking so much not like what Harry expected he lost his ability to think again. Am I doing what at the what?
Draco cut in. "He'll be there. This is his first camp actually." Not knowing what else to do Harry nodded along. He really didn't want to seem like an idiot in front of Krum. Or at least he wanted to prevent doing so as long as possible.
"Good." Krum boomed, "It's a good place to network and be seen. I received my team offer at the camp's end of camp showcase last year you know. It'll be good for you. Frankly, it's good to see Harry Potter taking an interest in such things. You're never at any social events. Some of us wondered if you existed at all." He smiled and turned to leave.
It took a minute to realize he was joking but by then Krum had gone.
"What did I just agree to?"
He turned to Draco. "What?"
"Well, I did just endorse Harry Potter's invitation to the training camp. I suppose I'll just have to keep an eye on you and make certain you don't embarrass me." Draco stretched his arms over his head and walked away nonchalant.
"Wait, wait, wait. What is the training camp? Where is it? Don't I need to actually be invited?"
Draco glanced at him over his shoulder. "Considering my family runs it I may be able to get you in." He looked incredibly amused.
Harry flushed. He didn't know anything about this kind of crap, he was raised by muggles!
"You'll floo out the day after tomorrow. I'll write down the address for you."
Harry found himself nodding along. Annoyed he shook his head. "How will I even do that? I'm supposed to be staying with the Weasleys for the rest of the summer." Not that he would have had an easier time of it at the Dursleys but at least then he could have said he was leaving to go to his friends and then hopped on the knight bus or something. The Weasleys would care a lot more about where he was going and with whom. How does one bring up willingly socializing with death eaters in polite conversation?
Draco paused, thinking. Behind him, Harry could see his father looking more and more impatient. Speaking before thinking, which was perhaps his greatest talent, he said. "Why don't I come over and we can figure out how we're going to coordinate this?"
The blonde stared for a moment. "You want to come to mine?"
"I...yeah?" Harry wondered which of them felt odder just then.
"Okay." Said Draco. "Let's go and convince your...friends...to let you...come over."
At least it was strange for both of them.
They approached the Weasleys with some trepidation. Harry hadn't thought his impromptu hero complex would bring him this far. Draco didn't seem to know if it was worth it to have to speak politely to gingers in order to have Harry over. Hiding a grin Harry leaned over as they came up to Mister Weasleys. "Poor isn't contagious Draco." He whispered.
Draco choked on air, then clapped a hand over his mouth appalled at his own behaviour. Harry laughed at him.
"Harry, did you enjoy the game?" Mister Weasley asked cheerfully. He looked between the two of them with a slight wrinkle in his brow but didn't bring up the unlikely pair. Harry was thankful for that.
"It was great sir," Harry assured him.
"Excellent, excellent. Well, we were just getting ready to head back to the tent."
Harry shifted on his feet. "About that, I was wondering if it would be alright if I go to a...friend's tent for a bit instead?" Both Ron and Draco turned to Harry sharply. Harry winced mentally. For some reason, he thought saying 'I'm going to my semi-rivals tent so his father doesn't beat him because I have a hero complex and can't help myself' would alarm Mister Weasley.
"Of course Harry, if that's what you want." Said Mister Weasley, kindly if a bit confused at the whole thing.
Draco stepped forward and appeared to be steeling himself for something horrible. "I would appreciate that sir. We're just going to discuss the logistics of getting Harry to the Summer Training Workshop. I know he's staying with you this summer so we wanted to, of course, keep you in the loop and coordinate transportation with you as well."
Mister Weasley brightened. "Harry! Ron didn't tell me you were invited to the workshop-"
"Ron didn't know." Ron pointed out, sour.
"-Charlie went his fifth year until he graduated and he always had such a good time. This is exciting. It's in two days isn't it?" Mister Weasley rambled along unaware of the hard stare his youngest son was shooting into the side of Harry's head. "I suppose you could stay the night. We can pick you up in the morning and retrieve your things from the burrow and you can floo back over if you want or wait until the next morning. Are there any others yet?" All of the Weasleys plus Hermione were listening intently at this point. They'd gathered, even more, memorablilia in his absence he noted.
"Viktor is coming over later tonight." Draco offered. "And he'll be there for all of the camp. He rather likes Harry I don't think he'll mind keeping an eye on him for you Mister Weasley."
Viktor Krum? Fred mouthed to George. Ron's face darkened.
Mister Weasley relaxed immensely at that. Glad Harry wouldn't be alone with death eaters maybe. "I'll still have to write to-"
"We, of course, wouldn't want it getting out that Harry is going to be attending. Reporters can be vicious, can't they?" Draco interrupted. He was speaking to Mister Weasley yet he and Ron appeared to be staring one another down.
"Of course, yes." Mister Weasley agreed, off balance.
Draco clapped his hands together, shifting his focus. "Excellent. We'll see you in the morning then. Good day Mister Weasley."
Draco bowed stiffly, turned and walked away. Not knowing what else to do Harry waved goodbye to a mixed amused and perplexed grouping of red heads and followed after him. "What was that about?" Harry asked when he judged they were far enough away the Weasleys wouldn't be able to hear them.
"He was going to tell Dumbledore." Draco supplied. "And Dumbledore would have said no so Mister Weasley would have said no. Obviously."
What. "Why would Dumbledore's opinion matter?"
Draco shrugged. "Don't worry your messy little head about it. Now let's go before my father gets too apoplectic."
They made their way back through the jungle of reporters, quidditch players and ministry officials to the area Lord Malfoy had claimed. The blonde quickened his steps, stopping before his father. "Viktor is coming by later, Harry is spending the night. I'll see you at the tent father." Draco spun and marched straight to the stairs.
Seeing the look on his father's face Harry couldn't blame him. Harry stepped forward when Lord Malfoy made to follow his son. They stood there in tense silence for a moment. Harry lifted his chin, turned and followed Draco. Slytherins were going to give him a damned heart attack, Harry thought to himself. They were too complicated.
Later -standing lost in the middle of what appeared to be a palace magicked inside of a tent- Harry wondered just what on earth he'd really done by getting involved.
And whether there was a map to help him find his way out of this mess.
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