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Family Means More Than Blood	By : WingsofaDream Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 59825 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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24th November 1994: Early Afternoon

Harry was nervous. No, scratch that; he was past being nervous. He felt ill, his hands were shaking and he kept getting the words to the Prayer of Protection wrong, a prayer that he knew off by heart. In no more than an hour's time, he would be in front of the entire population of Hogwarts, plus Lucius who had insisted on coming to watch, going against a dragon of all things. And all he had to defend himself was his wand and worse still, even if he was in a life or death situation, he could not attack the dragon. He was "voluntarily" going into the dragon's den and so he lost the privilege to wave the Vow of Pacifism. If he attacked the dragon during the task, he would essentially be breaking his vow.

While the other three champions milled around the tent nervously, Harry sat on a bench at the side. His head was bowed and his hands clasped together and resting against his forehead as his lips moved with his murmured prayer which he was frequently stumbling over. He blamed it on the fact he did not have his pendant with him; he had been required to leave it with Severus that morning as he was not allowed to take it into the arena with him.

When a hand gently landed on his shoulder, Harry almost went tumbling off of the bench in surprise. He managed to maintain his balance though and looked up to see Cedric standing just next to him, looking worried. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine, I was just, uh, praying. Or at least trying to." Harry answered with nervous enthusiasm, getting to his feet.

"Nerves effecting your memory?" The older boy guessed to which Harry just nodded as he wrung his hands together in agitation. "I'm exactly the same when it comes to exams."

"Merlin, I wish it was only an exam we were about to take." Harry said as his hands continued to squeeze and pull at each other, his eyes staring off to the side.

"Hey, calm down, it's okay." Cedric said softly as he reached forward and took both of Harry's hands in his. Instantly, Harry stopped all movement as surprise took over. "You're hands a trembling," the Hufflepuff noted gently, keeping hold of both of the younger teenager's hands.

For a long moment, Harry found he was powerless to do anything. At one point he did manage to lift his head in order to look up at the taller boy who was holding his hands but other than that and his uncontrollable trembling, he remained still. Then, the position he was in suddenly seemed to catch up to the present and register in his brain. With a slightly startled gasp, he quickly pulled his hands away and took a step back, trying his hardest to ignore the brief look of confused hurt that flashed across Cedric's face.

"I...I, uh..." Harry stammered as he took another step backwards. "I need some air." He finally settled on and hurried over to the edge of the tent where there was split to allow entry and exit and then rushed outside into the day light and fresh air.

What on Earth had that been about? For almost three months, Harry had been insisting that Cedric just liked him as a friend or more likely just as an acquaintance. Now, suddenly the Gryffindor was doubting how accurate that outlook was himself. Had everyone seen it before he had? Was Cedric interested in him? But he was going out with that Fifth Year Ravenclaw, so surely even if he was interested on a physical level, because it had to be physical as they barely knew each other really, he would not act on it...

"Harry, are you okay?"

The question cut through Harry's nearly frantic thoughts like a knife and his mind hushed in order to allow him to concentrate on answering. He focussed his attention on who it was now standing just in front of him and was somewhat surprised to see Hermione standing there, gazing at him with an anxious expression on her face.

"You look pale, do you feel all right?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine, really. It was just stuffy in the tent, I needed some air." He told her with a smile, waving his hand a little as though to bat away her concern.

"It's almost time for things to get going."

"Yeah."

"The key is to not panic." She advised, sounding as if she didn't know what else to say. "After that it'll be easier and you just have to..."

"Battle a dragon."

No sooner had he said that than Hermione had given a small, tearful noise and then all but leapt into Harry's arms. For a few seconds they remained in their hug before a bright flash caught their attention. They spilt immediately, each taking a step backwards away from each other, and turned to see Rita Skeeter standing a few feet behind them, a floating pad and quill following her. She walked around a photographer who had no doubt been the one who had just taken the picture of the two Gryffindors.

"Forbidden love! How..." She hesitated, searching for the right word. "Stirring." Having now fully gained the attention of the two teenagers, she seemed oblivious to the fact that they were both glaring at her quite angrily. "If everything goes...Unfortunately today, you two might even make the front page."

"How dare you..." Hermione began to say, taking a step forward, but was interrupted by a voice behind both her and Harry.

Turning curiously, both Gryffindors were rather shocked to see Viktor Krum standing in between the parted material of the tent, a hard look on his face. "You have no business here." The Durmstrang student said, walking forward to confront the woman. "This tent is for champions and friends."

The reporter looked up at him somewhat coyly after that before her eyes flickered back onto Harry and Hermione who were both still looking pretty annoyed. Whether common sense told her she could not win or she just had no need to fight, she gave in to the request. "No matter, we've got what we wanted." And with that, the reporter and her photographer walked away, back the way they had originally come from.

Despite the fact Harry continued to glare at the woman as she left, he also noticed out of the corner of his eye that Hermione and Krum were now standing closer together and apparently talking. Although he was unable to hear what they were saying, if the blush on Hermione's cheeks was anything to go by, Harry had been right in his hunch that Krum was at least attracted to the girl.

Just then, a call from inside the tent in the voice of Professor Dumbledore came, asking all of the Triwizard contestants to gather around. Harry felt his heart speed up and his hands begin to tremble again as he turned to head back into the tent; this was the beginning.

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24th November 1994: Afternoon

The silence as Harry stepped into the rocky arena was deafening. After the chanting of his name ended, everyone had immediately fallen into the ringing quiet which now lay like a heavy blanket over them all. His footsteps on the rock and loose stones seemed terribly loud and he was all too aware of the hundreds, perhaps even thousands, of eyes that were all fixed on him. Worse still, he could not see where the dragon was from where he was currently standing so he was at an immediate disadvantage. At least he was not watching himself do this; he could only imagine how awful this had to be for his family to see.

Carefully, Harry moved further into the area, always keeping his eyes open for the dragon, wherever it was. When he climbed up onto a fairly large rock, he still could not see where the dragon was but he could see the nest containing the ordinary dragon eggs and the one golden egg which he had to get to complete the task. Surely this was too good to be true? There was no dragon in sight and where exactly was something that big going to hide? He could make a run for it and just pray to the Great Lady that he got away with it. Was it worth the risk though? What would he do instead if he did not?

He knew he had a time limit, he knew there were a lot of people watching him and he knew he had to at least attempt the task, so he decided to go for it. Slowly, he pulled his wand free from where it was in the pocket of his robes and pointed it to the sky: "Accio Firebolt." He cast quietly before then easing himself down from the rock he was on, landing at the base of it with a light thud. He paused for a moment to see if the slight noise attracted the attention. Once it was clear the dragon was still totally absent, he sucked in a steeling breath and waited for his Firebolt to arrive.

A few minutes passed before the broom stick arrived, floating down to him slow enough for him to seize it in mid-air. Harry wasted no time in straddling it and then kicking off, darting over to the nest and the golden egg with remarkable speed. Unfortunately, the unlikely situation turned out to be just that, unlikely. When the Gryffindor was about two metres away from the nest, the dragon finally made an appearance. It came leaping up from a crevice behind the nest, which had been hidden from Harry's sight before, and landed right in front of the boy, blocking him off from the nest and almost squashing him in the process.

A fearful gasp rose up from the audience which Harry tried his best to ignore in favour of getting out of the way. He reared the Firebolt back, effectively stalling himself before he collided with the dragon. Then, he dodged to the side, intending to dip into the lower level where he would be somewhat protected by the rocks. However, before he could quite get down that far, he heard another gasp from the audience moments before something heavy and hard collided solidly with his back. His breath left his lungs in a whoosh as he was launched to the side. Harry was sent all the way to the side of the arena where he was then stopped by the side which he collided with roughly. A crack sounded next to him as he collided with the hard rock but there was no pain to go along with the crack which was strange. He slid down to the ground in a crumpled heap and then stayed there motionless for a few seconds trying to recapture his breath.

So that had turned out not to have been a particularly good idea. It was all right though, he was not out yet, he still had the plan he had discussed with High Priest Sephiran. What had just happened was a good thing, it had brought the dragon into the open, things could start moving along now. Well, it could as soon as he could persuade his aching body to move.

Suddenly, above him, the sound of the dragon sucking in air in preparation to release a blazing mass of fire came and Harry quickly realised that he did not have the luxury of taking his time to recover. Summoning all his strength, he scrambled to the side, his muscles screaming in protest, where there was an over-hanging rock which would protect him completely. He got to safety just in time and he winced at the sound of the rushing fire and at the heat which suddenly flowed around him as he went to put his wand back into his robe.

Harry gave a small cringe of pain as he sat up properly, using the rock he was hiding behind as support. Upon lifting his head, he saw that his Firebolt, which was still laying where he had landed, had snapped in two, no doubt from the impact against the wall. That had obviously been the crack he had heard. Better the broom stick than his leg.

As he continued to try and recover as fully as the circumstances would allow, he looked up at the section of the audience which was visible to him; the Gryffindors. With a little bit of searching, he had soon located everyone who was of interest to him. Violet and her friends stood out the best as they were all dressed in pink and silver, the official colours of the cheer-section they had created for him, though they were not cheering at that moment; Violet actually looked like she was about to burst into tears. A little further across was Hermione, Fred, George, and Draco: Hermione had both of her hands covering her mouth; Fred and George were looking rather concerned but were mostly concentrating on holding back the Luna Veela who was struggling against them, silver eyes fixed on his mate, no doubt wanting to get down to Harry's level to protect him. A little above that group was Ron and Potter; neither appeared to be enjoying Harry's misery which was a good thing he supposed.

Finally, Harry felt strong enough to heave himself up onto his feet. His back was killing him and his head was thumping with pain, but he ignored it as much as he could. After edging to the side of the rock he was hiding behind, he carefully peered around the side to see where the dragon was. A sense of relief washed through him when he saw it was back over by its nest, still completely visible and also a good distance away. It was time to put his plan into action.

The dragon saw him the instant he came out from around the rock and roared in warning, standing in preparation to attack if necessary. Harry continued forward regardless, swallowing back a lump of fear before clearing his throat somewhat nervously. As he carried on, closer to the dragon, he opened his mouth and began what he had been practising for so long the previous night:

"Onaji hoshi ni umare onaji toki wo ikite

Meguriaeta koto ni motto yasashiku naritai

Onaji sora wo mitsume onaji kaze wo kiite

Wakariaeru kokoro shinjite mitai(1)."

He sung softly, as intended, and luckily in the hush of the arena, his voice easily carried towards the dragon. Slowly, as Harry continued to sing and walked forward cautiously, the Horntail began to quieten. By the time the Gryffindor had reached the beast, it had completely relaxed, even going so far as to lay down where it had once been standing.

A swell of triumph and relief gathered in Harry and he grinned like a mad-man as he reached the dragon's side. He was tempted to pause to pet the dragon or at least run his fingers over the scales but that desire was over-taken by the fear of even the slightest wrong move breaking the spell his song had created. With him being as close as he was to the creature and the nest, the spell breaking at that moment could very well cost him his life.

When Harry reached the nest, he did not grab the egg straight away. He was predicting that the moment he grabbed the golden egg, a huge cheer would rise up and that would cover up his singing and free the dragon of the state of calm which had settled over it. It was necessary to get into a good position to dash away quickly as soon as the egg was with him so that he was not attacked straight after he had completed the task. So, he carefully stepped over all the normal dragon eggs, trying to keep an eye on where he was putting his feet and on the relaxed dragon at the same time. Then, when he was finally in position behind the golden egg, he took in a deep breath to prepare himself before he would have to start to move.

It all happened in an instant. One moment Harry had his hands hovering over the golden egg, ready to grab it, still softly singing. Then, the egg was in his hands, the crowd at burst into cheering and his spell had effectively been ruined. He turned to run away and so never saw the long tail swishing towards him at a dangerous pace. It smashed into Harry's back and sent him flying forward, though he made sure to hold the golden egg closely to his chest so that he did not lose it.

He landed down a crevices with dull thump and soon after, he heard the sound of the dragon keepers coming in to control the dragon now that he had officially completed the task. Harry released a sigh of relief and allowed himself to smile despite the fact he hurt everywhere. All in all, that could have gone a lot worse.

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24th November 1994: Evening

Harry winced in pain as he shifted slightly on the Infirmary bed he was sitting on, placed firmly at Draco's side. The moment he had finished the First Task, he had been taken straight to the Infirmary where the other three before him had also gone after their tasks. Madam Pomfrey had got to work on him instantly, cleaning his many cuts, putting his arm, which was apparently injured, in a sling and applying salve to all the areas which would no doubt bruise from all the rough treatment he had received. Draco and Lucius had soon arrived to keep him company. Where was Severus? He was joining in on the debate as to whether Harry was to be disqualified.

Some of the judges (a.k.a. Karkaroff) were insisting that Harry be disqualified as the spell he had used had been a Havanist one and therefore was not allowed. As far as the teenager knew, Dumbledore was pleading his innocence while his father was actually supporting Karkaroff if only to get his son out of having to do anymore tasks. Harry knew that the accusations were unfounded though. The spell may have been created by Havanist priests and priestesses and written in Elvish but anyone with a magical core could cast it. Any one of the other champions could have used it if they had learnt the tune and the words.

"Try not to move." Draco instructed gently as he helped Harry to shift himself into a more comfortably position.

"Doesn't matter, it's not that bad." Harry assured with a reassuring smile. "It was much worse when it was actually happening, no doubt thanks to Madam Pomfrey's exceptional care." He said in a slightly raised tone, noticing that the Medi-witch was walking past at that moment.

"Flattery will get you no where, Mr Snape; you are not allowed to leave that bed until I'm satisfied that you'll be able to get along without too much pain." She told him sternly, without even glancing at him, as she continued past.

"I'm sure we can get your father to smuggle in some pain-killing potions." Lucius murmured to his godson quietly.

"I hope so, I hate this place."

"That's because you're in here on a stupidly regular basis." Draco grunted as he made Harry rest his head on shoulder. The Gryffindor allowed his head to be re-positioned without complaint, knowing that the Veela in Draco was ordering him to "care" for his mate; fussing was really a better word for what the blondewas doing.

Just then, the dark form of Severus came billowing through the doors of the Infirmary. All eyes were instantly on him or, more accurately, the golden egg he carried in his hands. The man wore an expression on his face like a thunder storm, the type which would send any average First Year running away screaming. It did not take a genius to guess the outcome of the discussion of Harry's future in the Triwizard Tournament.

"They decided in my favour then? So to speak that is." Harry said, apparently the only one who was willing to speak first.

"Unfortunately, yes." Severus answered in a monotone as he handed his son the golden egg.

Harry sighed lightly as he accepted the egg with his good hand, the one that was not currently in a sling. "Oh well, we could only hope I suppose. Did anyone mention what my score is then?"

"You were scored a forty, tying you with Viktor Krum."

"Not too bad then." The Gryffindor said with weak enthusiasm before turning his attention onto the golden egg now resting in his lap. "I wonder what I'm supposed to do with this?"

"Looks like you can open it." Draco noted, looking down at the egg as well. "See, this bit here," he pointed to the top, the area he was talking about. "You can probably twist it around so it's not holding the sides together."

"Oh, right. Do you think I should open it now?"

"I see no reason why not." Lucius spoke up, clearly interested in what the egg would reveal.

Harry nodded in agreement before adjusting the position of the egg so that it was nestled in between the crook of his legs to keep it steady. Then, with his good hand, he used his fingers to twist the top to allow the golden shell of the egg to split open. The effect was instantaneous. A glowing golden centre was revealed as a loud, ear-piercing shriek filled the Infirmary. Harry and Draco flinched away from the sound, bringing their hands up to cover their ears while the two elder Slytherins merely grimaced lightly.

After a second or two, Harry realised he would have to close the egg to stop the noise. He brought his hands down from his ears and fumbled for the egg. It was painful to use his injured arm but he found he had no choice in order to hold the shell of the egg together and move the top back into place. Eventually, he managed to get it shut, stopping the noise and cutting off the glow. When the silence came, they all relaxed with no small sense of relief.

"Well, that was unpleasant." Lucius noted, rather needlessly.

"It's not a very good clue, is it?" Harry mused, lifting the egg and looking at the golden shell, in search of anything he may have missed.

"There's obviously more to it." Severus replied in his teaching-tone.

"We've got plenty of time to figure it out." Draco reassured Harry, giving his shoulders a small squeeze. "There're a couple of months until the Second Task."

Harry gave a small hum of agreement, despite the fact he did not really agree. Worrying about the egg and trying to figure it out was going to cause him some sleepless nights, he just knew it.

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25th November 1994: Morning

The moment Harry saw the faces of Hermione, Fred, and George that morning at the breakfast table, a copy of the Daily Prophet in front of each of them, he knew that he was not going to like what had been written. The article about the First Task was obviously going to be published the next day and Harry had dreaded it, especially when he considered the fact that a picture of him and Hermione hugging had been taken and Skeeter had actually gushed about "forbidden love". The controversy of the last article she had published about Harry and his relatives had luckily remained slight, no doubt thanks to the lack of public reaction from the family and some behind the scenes work by Lucius's lawyers which most probably took place.

"It's not that bad, is it?" He asked his friends nervously when he reached the table.

"She's made out that you're cheating on Draco with Hermione." Fred revealed sympathetically as Harry slid the girl's copy of the Prophet over to himself.

Quickly, Harry's eyes scanned the article. He immediately noticed the picture of he and Hermione hugging and then releasing each other in a way that did make them look awfully guilty. It did not take him much longer to locate the phrase, "the forbidden love between Haryon Snape and Miss Hermione Granger has been a secret kept from Mr Snape's Luna Veela mate Draco Malfoy for several months now and...".

"She can't possibly get away with this! It's a pack of lies! It's based on a picture of a hug which was completely innocent! I don't...She can't...Oh my Goddess, what is Draco going to say? What's he going to do? We cannot let him see this!"

"Aren't you over-reacting a bit, Harry? I mean, you said it yourself, it was a purely innocent hug and I'm sure Draco will listen to reason and believe you if we explain." Hermione reassured him gently but he began to shake his head repeatedly halfway through the sentence.

"No. No, no, no, Hermione, you don't get it! There's less than a week until the full moon and his instincts are already out and about because of yesterday. We have to keep this away from him." He insisted as he took her copy of the paper away with his good hand.

"But Harry, practically everyone in the school had a copy of this, he'll see it eventually."

"Then I'll just get everyone to destroy their copies." Harry replied quickly as he yanked the copy Fred and George were reading.

"You can't possibly manage that, Harry."

"I have to try!" The older boy insisted somewhat frantically as he struggled to free his wand from inside his robes.

"Have to try what?"

Harry swallowed a squeak of surprise as he whipped around to come face to face with Draco. It took a second for him to remember he was trying to hide the Daily Prophet from him yet was holding four copies in plain view, so when that did finally catch up to him, he quickly brought them behind his back in order to hide them from the Slytherin's view. Predictably, it was too late though and the presence of the newspapers had not passed the Slytherin by.

"Quite a few copies of the Daily Prophet you have there, Harry."

"Oh yeah, well, you know..."

"The article about yesterday's Task must really be something."

There was something in the blond's tone which suggested there was more to that comment than what was obvious. Harry looked at his mate carefully for a few moments before realisation slowly began to seep into his consciousness. "You've already read it."

"Zabini was only too glad to bring it to me. It's not true, is it?"

"No! No, of course not!"

The blond's lips quirked upwards slightly in a very small smirk. "Didn't think it was and it was very satisfying to tell Zabini so." Then, he leaned forward and pecked a kiss to Harry's cheek. "Good morning by the way." He smiled before he sat down at the table, next to Hermione. For several seconds, the four Gryffindors just stared at the Veela in complete disbelief. After a few moments of the silent staring, Draco lifted his gaze to them and quirked his eyebrow. "Yes?"

"You're not angry?" Harry asked unsurely.

"Do I look angry?"

"Well, no, it's just...You know, the full moon's on the way..."

"Harry, dearest, I know you wouldn't do anything behind my back." Draco said completely sincerely, with a soft smile, as he brought his hand up to caress the other boy's cheek.

Harry blinked at the Veela in slight surprise, impressed with the Slytherin's attitude and how well he was taking all of this, especially after what had happened with the totally innocent situation he had been in with Cedric when he had told the Hufflepuff about the dragons. Perhaps Draco had learnt his lesson from that time.

With a smile of thanks, Harry rewarded Draco's understanding by leaning forward and pressing a slightly lingering kiss on the Veela's lips. When they separated, the dark haired boy cuddled up to his mate, leaning his head on the blond's shoulder. Draco brought an arm around the smaller boy's waist and pressed a light kiss to the top of his head before straightening up again. Then, safe in the knowledge that Harry was not looking at him, he shot a hard glare to the Gryffindor girl who he was sitting next to. Instantly, Hermione understood what was going on; the Veela was not as unaffected by the article as he was making out to be. She felt she would not be far off in predicting that her and Harry would not be allowed to be on their own for quite some time.

"Aww, aren't you two just so cute?" Violet's voice cooed from their side and the group of five all turned to see the youngest Potter coming to a stop beside her eldest brother.

"Morning Violet." Harry greeted her with a smile, not moving from his position against Draco.

She smiled back at him in reply before going onto a new topic. "How are you feeling this morning? All stiff and achy?"

"Um, no, not too bad really. My back aches a bit and my arm twinges if I try and move it but otherwise I'm just fine."

"That's good to hear. It was so hard to watch you out there, Harry, you wouldn't believe it. I can only imagine what it was like for you though, Draco; it must've been so much worse than what I felt." The younger girl sympathised with the Slytherin.

"I managed."

Violet seemed completely unphased by the Veela's attitude towards her though and turned her attention back to address her brother. "Anyways, I just came over to check that the article in the Daily Prophet is complete rubbish."

"Yeah, it is, not a single bit of truth in it."

"Knew it." The younger girl grinned triumphantly before turning so she was looking back down the length of the Gryffindor table. "We were right guys; he's innocent!" Five girls, all wearing bright pink badges which singled them out as being part of the Official Haryon Snape Support Club, cheered at that, clapping their hands and drawing a lot of attention to themselves.

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10th December 1994: Morning

For once, Harry was enjoying a nice, calm breakfast with his friends. As usual he was sandwiched in between Draco and Hermione (the Luna Veela having once again learned to trust the younger girl) and sitting across from Fred and George. However, today, the usual group of four had been joined by Ron and Potter as well. Harry was unsure why, the two boys just sat with them and as long as Potter did not try and start an argument, he was happy to have their company. So, Ron was sitting in front of Hermione, next to Fred, and Potter was sitting next to him, in front of an empty seat.

They all took part in an easy, light conversation about nothing in particular, though Draco only occasionally took part as he was playing with the new ability which he had discovered at some point over the night. Apparently, his Luna Veela heritage had strangely gifted him with the talent of being able to feeze any liquid and produce ice from nothing and so now he was discreetly obsessed with practising with it, freezing and then melting every liquid he could get his hands on and icing goblets before melting that ice once again. Harry thought it was actually rather endearing, like watching a small child playing with a new toy.

However, Draco's experimenting and the conversation they had been having abruptly ended when Ron had received a large parcel. They had all stopped to watch in curiosity as the Weasley opened the parcel, untying the string and pulling away the brown paper. Then, he pulled off the lid of the box and lifted out what was inside for himself and everyone else to see.

"That's funny; Mum sent me a dress." Ron said with a wrinkling of his nose, missing the fact that Hermione, Fred, George, Potter, Harry, and Draco all immediately choked on whatever it was they were eating as they tried not to laugh. "Must've meant to send it to Ginny." He mused as he got up from his seat and moved a bit to the right so he could talk to his sister. "Gin, Mum sent this for you."

"I don't think so. Mum never said anything about sending me something and even if she had, I wouldn't wear that, it's ghastly." Ginny replied, scrunching her own nose up in much the same way as Ron had.

Finally, Harry could not take it anymore. His control broke and a chuckle worked its way past his lips, catching the attention of the youngest male Weasley. "Ron, it's not a dress."

"And it's not for Ginny." Hermione giggled.

"They're dress robes, Weasley, male dress robes, for you." Draco revealed with a smirk, earning the surrounding area of Gryffindors to burst out laughing. "And not very tasteful ones at that."

"Dress robes? What do I need dress robes for?"

"For the Yule Ball of course." Harry answered.

"The what?" Potter questioned.

"It's a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament." Hermione explained instead of Harry. "On the twenty-fifth of December, a ball is held for all the students."

"And the Triwizard Champions get to open it, dancing in front of everyone." Draco added, smirking towards his mate.

"Yes, thank you for that, Draco." Harry muttered.

"At least you've already got a date, mate." George pointed out, trying to console his friend in some small way.

"Yeah, the rest of us have to go through the trials and tribulations of asking someone to go with us." Fred sighed dramatically.

"We don't HAVE to, right?" Potter asked, sounding somewhat unsure of himself which was odd.

"No, I wouldn't say you have to." Harry assured a little awkwardly.

"No, you don't have to find a date, Potter, you can just sit at the side and watch everyone else having a great time like the loser you are." Draco said as he picked up his goblet of pumpkin juice, taking a sip from it once he had stopped talking.

Potter glared at him angrily but said nothing, no doubt knowing that starting an argument with the Veela would only end badly for himself.

Harry glanced to Draco and shook his head a little but otherwise remained silent as well; Potter would no doubt not appreciate him sticking up for him and it was stuff like that which had begun to bother the older boy. Although he and Potter did not have the same attitude towards each other as they had before their biological relationship became widely known, they were hardly friends. They still called each other by their last names and avoided each other whenever possible and Harry was sick of it. He was sick of how awkward it made things, he was sick of the stress it caused, he was sick of the fact that he wanted a relationship with his little brother but the stupid prat was too stubborn to accept his friendship. Harry planned on changing that though. He was unsure when or how he would do it, but he was going to. Eventually.

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(1): Japanese, (once again, let's pretend) from the song Onaji Hoshi ni Umareta Futari Dakara; Because We Two Were Born on the Same Planet from Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon, (meaning I don't own it)

Born on the same planet, living in the same time

For a chance meeting, I want to be more tender

Gazing at the same sky, listening to the same wind

I want to try believing in hearts that understand each other
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