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Building Bridges	By : ShadowAngel Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3414 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3 – A Bit Rocky for Some

Harry smiled at the admission and nudged his shoulder lightly against Draco’s, “Sure thing. I’ll talk to Hermione after lunch. Then we can all meet up. Maybe by the pitch? Now, let’s get to the hall.”
Draco nodded his agreement with a smile before speeding up to get to the hall faster, pleased with the progress that he had made with Harry. The bridge still had further to go, but bit by bit they were getting there.

“About time,” was the first thing said as Harry slid into place between Hermione and Ron, the redhead being the one to speak. There were, however, a lot of amused looks and grins thrown his way by his other friends who had obviously made assumptions. One such look was given to him by Seamus as the Irishman leant forward with a grin, “So, how was it, Harry?”
“Oh in Godric’s name!” Harry burst out as the others leant in to try and get the gossip. “We didn’t sleep together!” he hissed across the table. “We were just talking!”
“Just talking, right,” Ginny grinned as Seamus’ quote marks in the air matched her words.
Harry rolled his eyes, not really that surprised that this conversation was occurring – this was Ginny and Seamus after-all - he was a little annoyed at the assumptions though. “Yes! And we studied potions.” He watched as his friends all paused, blinking, and then their expressions became a little disappointed, though Ron looked a little relieved and Harry was pleased to note that neither Dean nor Hermione seemed bothered either way.
Then the outbursts came like a torrent.
“Potions, really?”
“How can you stand to do potions with him?”
“It’s good to know that he’s having a good influence on your studies.”
“Please tell me you kissed him at least once!”
“You were alone with the gorgeous ‘Slytherin Prince’ and you just studied?”
“You have a boyfriend, Seamus,” Ginny looked to her friend at his incredulous tone, the others watching, their comments paused. Harry was surprised to find his stomach clench at Seamus’ comment, but he wasn’t sure why.
“Yea, and?” Seamus grinned, leaning back in his chair. “Doesn’t mean that I can’t admit that Draco is downright hot and sexy, it’s a simple fact.”
There was an uncomfortable silence for a moment as eyes watched Harry looking uncomfortable in his seat. “I guess he is,” the centre of attention managed to mutter as he grabbed a sandwich, pausing as he noticed the grins that Ginny and Seamus shared.
“Of course, he is.”
“We’re not saying this to tease you, Harry, well not completely,” Seamus softened his expression, taking away the grin. “In all seriousness, no-one is going to get in the way of the two of you, especially not after last night. I think that most students are pleased to see you two getting along, for whatever reason that may be, and no-one’s stupid enough to mess that up,” Seamus explained softly, keeping his voice low so that no-one outside their group could hear them.
“Yeah, mate, and if any does, they can answer to me,” Ron joined in, just giving a shrug to the surprised looks shot his way. “I mightn’t be the most friendliest to those snakes, like at all, and especially not to….Draco, but no way am I going to let you take fire from anyone, mate.”
“Aww! Our Ronnekins is growing up!” Ginny impersonated their two trouble-making brothers before giggling alongside Hermione, the other four boys present laughing as Ron became red and spouted protests at his sister. Spotting his best friend once more smiling, though, Ron calmed down and sent him a grin before once again eating, accepting with a nod the “Thank you” that was sent his way.
Pleased that the attention was finally off of him, Harry glanced to the female of the trio on the other side of him, catching her eye. “Me and Draco were wondering if you could help with something?” he spoke softly to her, watching as her eyes gaze filled with surprise, curiosity and intrigue.
“Draco does? What is it?”
Glancing around to make sure no one else was paying attention, Harry continued, “Draco wants to repay Pansy by helping her get with her crush, but he doesn’t know who it is.”
“Bet it hurt him to admit that”.
“He didn’t exactly put it like that, no,” Harry returned her amused grin, knowing his new friend hated admitting weaknesses. “He’s asking Daphne to try and find out and was wondering if you could do the same as you and Pansy made friends last night.”
“Well I’m not sure if she’ll open up to me, besides, is it really okay for us to get involved in her personal business?”
“Please, ‘Mione, I think Pansy’s helped Draco a lot, and if she helped him approach me yesterday, well….I want to help if I can. And I can tell this means a lot to Draco,” seeing the knowing smile his friend gave him, Harry blushed a little, voice dropping lower to a whisper. “I know it’s early stages, but if I can help, I will”.
Hermione smiled at how happy her friend seemed, glancing over to the Slytherin group across the hall for a moment, then making a decision; “Well we’ve only recently started really talking, but I can give it a go and talk to her, girl to girl. We’re meeting up later to do runes work, I’ll talk to her then,” Hermione smiled as she stood. “But if time’s going to be taken up by that, I should go catch up on the missed work now.”
“Sure thing, thanks,” Harry smiled thankfully. “Oh, and thanks from Draco.” He watched her leave, then turning back to his food and the rest of his friends who were discussing the Slytherins.

“Well, I will leave you boys be,” Pansy commented to Draco, Blaise, Theo, Vince and Greg as she stood elegantly from the Slytherin table, sliding her bag strap over her shoulder.
“And where might you be heading off to, Pansy dear?” Draco enquired with a raised eyebrow.
“Not that it is any of your business, Draco dearest, but there is this thing called homework that requires my attention,” Pansy replied sweetly as she bent to press a kiss to Draco’s cheek. “Don’t get into trouble while I’m gone,” her gaze focused onto Blaise who gave a “who, me?” expression in response, not bothering with a verbal one.
“Exactly. See you all later,” the female Slytherin offered a slight smirk to her friends before turning and leaving the group, ignoring the comment of “I thought she was doing her remaining work after dinner?” and the responding shrugs behind her.
As she walked along the outside of the hall Pansy scanned the red dining table discreetly. She wasn’t surprised when the face she was searching for was missing, she had seen them leave four minutes ago, afterall, but it was an automatic response to look for that familiar face and she couldn’t help but feel a slight twinge of disappointment to find the person missing. A smile did nearly creep out, however, when she saw that Potter was continuously throwing looks in her group’s direction. Finnegan, she noticed, was being a lot more discreet than his friend but still, how in Salazar’s name had she missed those looks directed their way?
If she was honest, Pansy had been growing tired of the constant fighting between the houses and the upset that it brought, along with Draco’s constant pining, and was pleased that a ceasefire had been called, even if it was a shaky one within their year-group. In her eyes it was a bonus that the Gryffindors were open to friendships and she was pleased that her two friends had found Gryffindors that would give them a chance. There was a downside however; seeing and hearing her friends so happy, though she would never change that, made her want her own Gryffindor.
Pansy had not been surprised that Draco knew she had a more than platonic interest in a Gryffindor. She may have only mentioned it once, but with her friends, once was all that was required. Luckily, though, it seemed that the blonde had little knowledge of the identity of that person. That made her smirk - scaring a couple of first years in front of her in the corridor - she was clearly the most discreet out of their group.
Heading towards the library, the Slytherin girl suddenly slipped down a side corridor and then into a disused classroom, smiling as she saw the figure at the window the other side of the room, back to her. Pansy closed the door silently behind her and cast a privacy ward before placing her bag on a desk and then silently making her way over to the Gryffindor.
“Hi there,” Pansy slid her arms around the waist from behind, resting her chin on the other’s shoulder, smiling at the way the trusting body relaxed back into her embrace after the first initial jump of shock.
“I’ve told you not to sneak up on me like that.”
There was a light hit to her arm, but then the light, slender hands were resting over Pansy’s own, and the Slytherin was able to hear the smile behind the words.
The two sixth-years went into silence, content to just watch the grounds for a moment and bask in each other’s company. It wasn’t often that the two had a chance to spend time together and each stolen moment and caress was a special moment that both cherished. With the change in atmosphere between the red and green houses there was the chance to be together more often, but Pansy was still within conflict over the best course of action; she didn’t want to lose the special, stolen moments between them. Then again, they were rare in occurrence and being more open would give them the chance to spend more time together.
Wanting to derail the roundabout thought in her head, Pansy turned her head to start pressing kisses along her companion’s neck, receiving light laughter in response as the slender body pressed back into her.
Releasing one arm, Pansy raised her hand to pull back the expanse of hair so that she could kiss up to the jaw. “I won, you know,” she murmured against the smooth skin.
“Is that so?” the body turned in her arms and Pansy lifted her head to meet the warm, soft gaze and the gentle smile as arms wrapped around her back to hold her close.
“Indeed, Draco made the first move in approaching Potter, while you bet Potter would extend the hand of friendship.”
“Mm, maybe, but are you forgetting that Harry was the one to make the move to extend past friendship? While I agree that the two of them are definitely required to be friends, I know that there is no doubt in either of our minds that as a couple they would be force to be reckoned with”.
“And most the school agree that they would be one blazing hot couple, I get it,” Pansy smirked, sliding a hand up her lover’s back to rest between the shoulder blades, holding the slender body closer. “So, kitten, what prize do you desire?”
“Conceding so quickly, Parkinson? What slyness are you up to?” came the teasing reply.
“Oh plenty, I can assure you,” softer, tinkering laughter accompanied the response. “But it occurred to me that I still have a prize whether I won or lost this bet, so it matters neither way”.
A gentle smile spread across the Gryffindor’s lips, “Aw, so sweet. Well why don’t you surprise me? Though there may be one thing I might want to ask you for”.
“Hmm? Oh yes? And what would that be?” The Slytherin responded even as she started to place kisses along her lover’s neck, one hand sliding down her body to untuck the Gryffindor’s shirt.
“I was think that maybe…ahh….possibly we could be more open about us….”
Pansy paused in her ministrations to look up at her Gryffindor, “You want us to come out?” She pulled her hand out of her lover’s shirt, taking a slight step back, to watch as a blush spread across her lover’s cheeks and the Gryffindor looked a little embarrassed.
“Not come out nor announce it exactly….I’m not asking for the whole song and dance, Pans…just…let’s not hide so much anymore. If we want to sit close to each other or brush or hold hands, why should we restrain ourselves? Besides, I heard that Draco is starting to investigate into who you are interested in”.
The Slytherin gave a light sigh of frustration, “I knew Draco was starting to get antsy over who I liked. Now he’s almost hooked up and Blaise, Theo and Daph are pretty much sorted, that leaves only my personal affairs to mess with,” Pansy brushed her hand down her Gryffindor’s cheek, then resting it on her slim waist.
“As for the other matter, I’m sure we can come to some form of arrangement,” the Slytherin gave a smirk and leant in for another kiss.

“Are you certain?”
“Yes, Ron,” Dean replied patiently as the group of five Gryffindors headed down the grounds towards the huddle of black and green that was just noticeable near the qudditch pitch.
“Absolutely certain?”
Harry rolled his eyes, “We’re certain. I was alone with Draco for ages earlier and sure we argued…twice…but he wasn’t….horrible or take the opportunity to do anything”.
“Aw, that’s a shame,” Ginny instantly inputted with a grin. Seamus was not far behind with a matching grin, “Though I’m sure you would have-”
“Anyway!” Ron cut across before he heard too much. “I’m just saying… are you certain, certain? Maybe Malfoy didn’t like the one-on-one situation is all…”
“Yea, maybe he prefers two-on-one, or even three-on-one or-”
“Seamus!” Two voices, one of embarrassment and one of exasperation, cut in, but were unable to wipe the annoying grin off of Seamus’ face.
“Really though-”
“Ron, mate, if the Slytherin’s wished us harm, Blaise would have taken us out last night, or the week before that when we were all conked out asleep, alright? They’re safe. Well…Blaise and Draco are, we have them under control, right Harry?” Seamus nudged Harry playfully as he gave him a wink, the recipient just shaking his head in good humour.
“Seriously though, they seemed alright last night, so let’s just try okay, Ron?” At the lack of response, Harry stopped, effectively stopping the group around him in their tracks, turning to see a wide-eyed stationary Ron staring at the group as he finished processing Seamus’ words.
“Zabini was in our dorm?!”
There was stunned silence for a moment before two individuals burst out into laughter, Harry and Dean chuckling along at the mix of shock and horror on Ron’s face.
“Sure was,” Seamus laughed, turning and heading towards the Slytherin group once more, Ginny latching onto his arm as she joined him.
“They weren’t….were they…” Ron looked a little lost, glancing at the remaining two Gryffindors before Dean took pity and slung an arm around his shoulders, guiding him to follow the others.
“Calm down, mate. While I admit that Shay can be a little...” Dean glanced to Harry the other side of their dorm-mate for the correct word. “Wild… and he may tease with words, but he wouldn’t do anything that he knows might freak some of us. Think how long it took to even tell us he liked guys – he didn’t want to freak us out.”
“What Dean means is, don’t panic,” Harry shot his best mate a reassuring smile as they reached the group now consisting of black, green and red. Predictably Seamus was at Blaise’s side with the Slytherin’s arm around him, but Ron was pleased to see that they were only talking. Draco and Theo were quietly conversing with each other while Ginny seemed to have been caught in staring contest with Daphne, the two girls eying each other suspiciously from each side of the four boys.
Noticing the straggling Gryffindors, the Slytherin prince ended his conversation with his housemate to greet the newcomers; “Well, nice of you lions to finally show. We were starting to wonder if you were backing out. Granger not with you?” Hearing simply an insult, Ron bristled beside Harry, ready to give a comeback when Harry nudged him with his arm, able to see the hint of a smile that his best mate couldn’t, replying with a smile, “Nope, just testing how long you’d wait, and how long it took for Seamus to go crazy. And I could ask the same of Parkinson. Hermione’s gone to the library, something about not having enough time for the work she has.”
Instantly Seamus looked indignant “Hey!” a moment later hitting a snickering Blaise with the back of his hand as he glared at the Slytherin. His boyfriend just gave him a smirk before looking to the other Gryffindors. “Snap. Pansy’s the same.”
Theo just shook his head at the antics, deciding to move the conversation on before the light tension or antics became worse; he was certain the male Weasley looked ready to launch at Draco (who looked ready to pull his wand at the red-head) and he didn’t want to see anymore Blaise/Finnegan lovey-dovey mush. “How about we move to the pitch? We thought we could have a bit of a game,” he suggested, getting a nod from Dean who he noted seemed to be a similar position as his own.
“Sounds good,” the dark-skinned Gryffindor started to lead the group to enter the pitch, grabbing a pouting Seamus as he passed to stop anymore more drama, “Come on Shay.”
“So how’s this gonna work? I mean…there’s uneven sides,” Ron pointed out as he followed, sticking close to Dean and Seamus, still wary of the four Slytherins.
“Only if we play in houses, Weasley,” Daphne rolled her eyes. “I prefer the ground anyway. Which makes it three five. But suddenly there is an even number which can be split into even teams.”
“Daphne,” Blaise said with a slight warning in his tone, seeing Ron start to bristle and become affronted and Ginny look ready to jump into the fray to support her brother.
“She’s right, though,” Draco cut in. “We can move into two teams of four, each with a seeker, keeper and two chasers. Six of us play for teams, so that’s three per team and then Theo joins one and Finnegan the other.”
“I could just join the three Slytherins,” Seamus suggested, a mischievous glint in his eye, then giving a glare to his best friend as the idea was immediately shot down.
“Not a chance. We’d be two players down when you two became distracted.”
"What do you mean when?!"
“20 sickles on within five minutes,” Ginny just gave the topic subjects a grin.
“More like three,” Daphne muttered, meeting Ginny’s cold look with a hostile one of her own.
“Okay, okay, let’s get this sorted,” Harry tried to soothe them and a pouting Seamus, stepping in after a forceful nudge from Ron. “Draco and I as seekers, yes?”
“Of course,” Draco’s tone dared anyone to disagree.
“Right, yeah,” Harry paused for moment, pushing up his glasses before continuing. “Ginny and Blaise are chasers, so I think it makes sense that they play against each other. Dean and Seamus are pretty matched as chasers; it was close for the position on the team this year, so one of them on each team”.
Draco nodded in thoughtful agreement, “That leaves Theo and Weasley as keepers and the teams fairly even”.
“I’m on Harry’s team,” Ron immediately jumped in, trying to secure victory before they began. That and he would sit out over playing on the same team as the blonde ferret.
“Good,” was Draco’s instant response, bringing forth a glare (Dean and Seamus each grabbing an arm to stop their dorm-mate surging forwards) which he ignored as he continued. “And if Ginerva and Finnegan join Theo and I, that keeps the lovebirds apart”. He noticed the Gryffindors each give signs of agreement, even Weasley noticeably relaxed at the fact the Gryffindors were at least in pairs and he himself would only have one on his team. Turning away, Draco smirked to himself as he headed to the brooms and equipment they had retrieved earlier to the Gryffindor’s arrival. All the others seemed content with the teams and none seemed to guess his ulterior motives – it was all going according to plan.
Harry watched the others follow the blonde to get a school broom – all the same model to keep it fair – before catching up with Ron, speaking quietly, “Remember, keep calm and focus. If Draco tries to wind you up, ignore him”.
Grabbing a broom, Ron gave a snort, turning to Harry, “Like he could throw me off the game, mate.” At the raised eyebrow he caved and gave a sigh, “Okay, okay, focus. I get it. Don’t worry, mate, we’ll beat your pompous boyfriend,” clamping Harry on the shoulder he moved past his best mate to the others near the middle of the pitch.
“He’s not my boyfriend!” Harry shouted after him, instantly regretting it as it caught everyone’s attention and they all suddenly had amused looks. Ignoring the heat from his red cheeks, Harry picked up a broom, muttering to himself. About to turn to join the others, his attention was caught by Daphne settling on the grass at the base of the stands.
“Well maybe you need to consider seriously how you feel about that, and if it’s a no, stop leading Draco on. You two are dancing on a very thin line, Potter,” the female snake warned before turning to the book on her lap, ending any further conversation.
“I’m not-”
“Come on Harry!”
“What’s keeping you?!”
“Hurry up!”
Rolling his eyes Harry turned away from Daphne, starting to see why Ginny seemed to dislike her, and jogged over to the mix of lions and snakes, seeing that they had split into the two groups. “Ready?” he questioned as he joined Ron, Dean and Blaise. Getting seven nods he released the snitch from the box as the others mounted their brooms, then also doing so.
The eight students kicked off, some more gracefully than others, with one in green and one in red each heading to guard a set of hoops. The two pairs of chasers faced each other as Draco moved between them, the quaffle in his hand. Glancing between the two pairs to ascertain their focus, he then threw the quaffle straight up before zooming out of the way. Joining Harry, who was quietly observing the pitch for a hint of gold, he offered a smile. “Not too bad?”
“No, but we can evaluate after we leave this with everyone unscathed.”
“I want a make-out session when I win,” Draco declared, ignoring the reminder of the rocky relations between the two teams and the teammates on those teams. He frowned at the snort from his companion.
“When you win? Really?” The Gryffindor gave him a disbelieving smirk before streaking off after a hint of gold, the blonde on his heels a moment later.
This game was going to be fun.

A/N: Thanks for reading. Do please leave a review giving your thoughts. Yuki.
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