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Firework	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29682 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Title: Firework

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairings: LuciusxSeverus, mentions of past/unrequited NarcissaxRegulus, one-sided HarryxDraco

Summary: A little AU after the First Task for all his apparent forgiveness of Ron for abandoning him, he's incapable of forgetting. The Triwizard Tournament forced Harry to grow up and changed the way he looked and things as well as what he focused on. Complete AU from the day of the Third Task. Harry doesn't want to participate in the Tournament; he has said he has no wish to win. What happens when he refuses to search for the Triwizard Cup?

A/N: The title is in reference to the song by Katy Perry. If fit the story so well when it came on the radio after I took a dinner break while writing. Prior to that son play this fic had no name. Its just a random story idea that I couldn't shake but it seems to be shaping into a nice storyline.

Chapter 5- To Seek or not to Seek, that is the question

The day of the first match of the year arrived.

Harry was nervous as hell…

Angelina's apparent channelling of Oliver didn't help.

He ignored her and tried desperately to call down. He had to get a grip on himself before he had to face Draco on the pitch. If he went out this distracted, that arrogant bastard would waltz away with the snitch. Then Angelina and the team would use him as a punching bag. Ron was furious that he was considered reserve keeper. Knowing how likely it was that Slytherin would attack their keeper and with no confidence that either could roll with the Bludgers like Oliver, so she had taken on an unprecedented three Keepers. She'd also accepted Ginny Weasley as a spare Chaser and Seeker, just in case. As good as Harry was it made him even more a target, especially with Slytherin. It was best to have a back up.

There he went thinking about Slytherins again...

Hermione nudged him, "Are you alright? You look as nervous as you did first year when you were about to fly for the first time."

Harry hung his head, "I wish to god I'd never gone after Neville's remembrall. Then I would never have been forced onto the team."

Ron stopped, fork halfway to his mouth, "Are you NUTS? You'd wish yourself off the team? We haven't had such a brilliant Seeker since Charlie, and he wasn't up to your weight skill wise everyone says so."

Harry stared into his untouched pumpkin juice, "And he chose dragons over flying for England."

Hermione went to touch his brow, "Are you alright? I thought you loved Quidditch."

Harry dodged her hand like she were about to hit him, "I did. I just realized there are more important things in life then chasing a bunch of balls."

"Really?" came the overly familiar drawl behind him.

Harry stiffened, his hands grasping his robes. He said nothing.

"Go on Potter. Name one thing more important then Quidditch."

Harry said shortly, "Snape's Potions essay. That has more of an impact on my future then which of us catches the snitch." He said half turning around.

Draco's face went white as a sheet before his silver eyes turned stormy, "Am I such pathetic seeker in the air that I'm not worth the challenge?"

Ron jumped in, "Of course Malfoy. You've never stood a chance against Harry even when he was being chased to death by a rogue Bludger."

Draco snapped, "Look to your mettle Potter. Thinking Quidditch is a waste of your time and you'll hand us the cup."

Malfoy stormed off, his goons following him like Dudley's gang followed him.

Harry swallowed, Draco was nothing like Dudley, and he didn't appear to smoke, drink or beat up little kids. He'd grown out of that hadn't? Besides verbally baiting himself, Ron or Hermione.

Ron glared Draco's retreating back, "Are you going to let that Poncy ferret get away with that?"

Harry sighed, "So what if I do? He's got a point. If I go out there and fly like I'm bored, he will end up catching the snitch, so will Cho and Ced…" he swallowed, "I mean whoever is Hufflepuff's seeker. He felt ill, "I…lost my appetite."

Hermione stared at him, "You haven't eaten anything…"

"I must be coming down with something." Harry got up planning on taking the longest cold shower in the history of the world.

"I don't even know you man. Every since the stupid Tournament you've been weird. You seem to hate being famous."

Harry spun around, eyes flashing, "Famous? You think I actually give a damn about all that NONSENSE?" he was just about screaming, "Famous for something I don't really remember? You think I like being haunted by my mother's screams? That's my first memory you know, Lily begging and screaming while trying to protect me. Right now I wish that Voldemort succeeded. Then I wouldn't have a best friend who is more concerned with being the best friend of Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived rather then friends with Just Harry. If my parents hadn't been murdered I'd be just like anyone here. A wizard or witch eager to learn what I can. Snape wouldn't hate me or call me my father's son," he spat, "Professor Flitwick wouldn't shriek when he said my name, Professor McGonagall would have punished me for flying when Madam Hooch forbid us, rather then let me play Quidditch just to win a stupid cup. No, even the Headmaster would treat me as just another student. I don't want to be different. I don't want to be special. I just want to be me."

Ron was struck dumb, "You're bonkers…if I…"

"You want to be me so badly? You're crazy. You'd never wish your family dead. If you would you're insane. I wish every day I had my mum and dad- even if he was rotten bully. He had to have some good quality or my mum wouldn't have married him." Harry was so upset; his eyes were wet with tears, "Don't wish to be in my shoes. They wouldn't really fit. It's not that great being me. How would you like be starved and beaten for years? Locked in a tiny cupboard? Hated because you're a wizard and you don't even know? The only blood family I have hates me, wishes me dead or threatens to put me in care?" he stormed away, tears prickling his eyes.

Ron called after him, "You're bloody crazy!"

"Shut up Ron. Don't egg him on so. He's overwrought."

"I want to know what happened to our Harry!"

"Don't be dense, he grew up. Honestly Ron you're such an idiot sometimes."

Harry was out of Great Hall and could hear them but he could feel every eye on him. He shivered, even Draco's….

XoooooX

Harry was staring at the ground when Madam Hooch ordered Angelina and Pucey to shake hands. He was barely aware when she ordered them to mount their brooms.

Then came the whistle….

He pushed off, running on instinct and nothing else. He'd rather be a million places then here sharing the same air and objective as Draco. He swallowed, game idiot! Focus on the game, the sooner you catch the snitch the sooner you can go back to catching up to Hermione in Runes. Conveniently forgetting she was in her third year in that subject and that he was only in his first year of instruction.

"Don't be so high and mighty Potter! I won't let you have the snitch."

Harry closed his eyes and took a breath, "Of come off it Draco. I don't have time for this."

"What…did you call me?"

"Oh bug off Malfoy! Go look for the snitch and leave me be. You can't focus on it if you're tailing me like a bobby. You want the snitch so bad go look for it and leave me alone." Harry was exasperated; he refused to look at Draco for fear he'd read right through him.

"You are crazy Potter! Who gave you permission to call me by my given name anyway?"

Harry sighed, "You did. That day you asked me to be friends. Maybe you were right…choosing to be Ron's friend would make me just like him. That's the last sort of person I want to be." He gave the Slytherin a half smile, "Potter stinks remember? I'm a filthy Halfblood and you're the pureblood. You rule and I'm scum." The chorus of 'Weasley is our king' finally reached his ears, "You teach them that? Pretty catchy…probably makes him more nervous. I don't know why Angelina let him start."

Malfoy was dumbfounded, "What no catchy retort? No epic telling off on behalf of your best friend?"

Harry shook his head, "Maybe I'm finally seeing clearer. If the Muggle World wouldn't kill me, I'd stay there. At least there my apparent fame is worth nothing."

"You've lost it." Malfoy said incredulously.

Harry shrugged, "Believe what you will." He had, why else would his treacherous heart like this person?

Malfoy spotted gold, "You think you're too good to fly against me? I dare you to beat me to the snitch! Loser quits the team." He took off.

Harry sighed and took after him, a challenge he couldn't pass up. If Draco quit he'd never face a Seeker who put him on his mettle. Draco made him work for it; other Seekers usually were a joke. He lay over his broom handle, gripped it and took off after him.

"Catch me Potter!"

They weaved through their teams, dodged Bludgers.

Draco was focused on the catching the Snitch.

Harry was focused on Draco and the stupid arrogant git was going too fast! He'd kill himself! He felt a rush of cold fear steal over him…he flew faster, shouting, "Draco pull up before you get yourself killed."

A laugh pealed out, "No chance Potter. I'm not handing the snitch to you."

"Damn it Draco! Nimbus 2001s don't have the breaking of a Firebolt! You'll get killed!"

There was more mocking laughter, "I'm not going to die. It's just the snitch. I'm not going to die Seeking a Snitch!"

"Merlin's beard! Pull up you idiot! Break off!"

Draco was flying straight down; he was flying just like Viktor Krum at the Quidditch World Cup. Only Draco was nothing like Krum, he was little better then Lynch but no Krum.

"Fuck! Draco It's just a game! Pull up damn you!" he flew faster.

Draco's hand closed over the snitch…but he couldn't pull up.

Harry saw the look of horror cross Draco's pale features. He leaned closer to his broom handle shot towards Draco, grabbed him and tugged him onto his broom. Barely managing to break out of the steep dive. He landed, shoved Draco off and leapt on him screaming and shaking him. "You stupid fucking cunt! What were you thinking! It's just a stupid game! Are you that keen to beat me you'd nearly kill yourself?"

His words punctuating by the slam of Draco's broom into the ground and its shattering.

Harry wasn't done screaming at him, not a by a long shot, "You fool! That could have been you! You moron! What would I have done if you killed yourself over a game? Hate myself. If I'd only focused more on the game. You wouldn't have challenged me like that. Don't you know you're the best competition I've got? No one in this school flies like you! No one makes me work for the snitch like you! Damn you! Why you? Why not someone like Cho! I wish I could hate you!"

Draco was dumbfounded, he'd caught the snitch only realize he'd practically killed himself over it. Only to get saved by POTTER of all people. Who was shaking him and screaming about what an idiot he was. It was the first time in his life he'd ever got a really telling off, besides from Uncle Sev. This was Potter…

"Say something! Don't just stare at me like you've taken leave of all your senses. You're supposed to have the second best marks in our year!" Harry dropped the shocked Slytherin and punched him in the jaw, "You idiot!" he rolled off Draco, "Serves me right. I'm like gum on your thousand galleon shoes. You probably wish you'd crashed them thank me."

The rest of their teams landed on the pitch.

Madam Hooch, Professor Snape and McGonagall were hurrying towards them.

Ron was shouting, "I can't believe you let Malfoy get the snitch! Are you out of your mind? You should have let him crash!"

Harry stormed to him feet, "You idiotic bastard! At that speed, his brains would be all over this pitch! Anyone with any sense of decency would have tried to stop him."

Ron scoffed, "if you paid more attention to the snitch instead of Malfoy's possible demise then we wouldn't have lost!"

Harry scoffed, "If you were less nervous then you'd have paid more attention to your guarding the hoops. If you'd been on your mettle the Slytherins wouldn't have any reason to sing 'Weasley is our King!' they scored more then they should have! You handed the game to them. Not all the teamwork of Alicia, Angelina and Katie could undo the damage you did not blocking the Quaffle properly. So what if I thought a single human life more important then a bloody game." He glanced at Draco, "We had a deal, the loser quits the team. You caught the snitch but I saved your foolhardy arse. Since your team won, I'm off the team."

Draco was still dumbfounded as he was fussed over.

Angelina gasped, "You're out of your mind."

"Dra…Malfoy won because I didn't have my head in the game. I have no business being on the pitch. Had he been flying against anyone else he wouldn't have nearly killed himself. If Malfoy will do this to beat me, I can't chance any other seeker nearly killing themselves. Its best if I just leave the team quietly. Besides, it's not fair to have a person like me on the team. I had no business flying as a First Year." He gave them all a half smile, "Its fairer if I don't fly. Besides, I've sacrificed my studies enough because of Quidditch. It's not right to use it as an excuse to turn in shoddy work."

Ron sputtered, "I don't even know you anymore."

Harry shrugged, not feeling the ache he'd expected, "I wonder if you ever did. I wish it could have been different Angelina but I'm not a safe person to have on the pitch."

"Now Potter." McGonagall began.

Harry shook his head, "I'm done flying. Don't you think it's about time you punished me for flying when Madam Hooch told me not to? I'm sick of being treating differently. "

Angelina, Alicia, Katie, George and Fred chorused with protests that Harry paid no heed to.

Ron muttered, "Good riddance."

The rest of the Gryffindor team turned on him.

Lecturing the temperamental Keeper.

Fred and George smacking him upside the back of his head.

Harry ignored them as he climbed back on his Firebolt and flew off towards the Black Lake.

XoooooX

Severus was grumbled, "I've never seen such foolish behaviour!" Salazar help him, he didn't know if he was referring to Draco's foolhardy attempt to capture the snitch or Potter's dangerous dive to save Draco. Not that he approved of violence but Draco did deserve to have some sense knocked into him. He still hadn't processed that Slytherin had won their first match against a Gryffindor with Harry Potter as their Seeker.

Madam Hooch glared at Draco, "Now see here Malfoy, that was so utterly foolish! This isn't professional Quidditch. We don't have brooms of that grade! If it weren't for Potter you'd be a finished as your broom."

"Would have serve the pompous git right! Trying to show up our Seeker." Ron said disagreeably.

"50 points from Gryffindor and benched." McGonagall snapped.

Ron glared, "It's true! Because of him Harry's quit the team."

Draco sat up knocking Pomfrey away, "That's not true. Potter didn't want to fly this afternoon. I challenged him up there to see if he would pull himself out of whatever pit of morose he's in. He's the best Seeker in the whole school! If he's not focused then where's the fun in Seeking? I never wanted him off the team! I just wanted him to give the game and me his full attention! I'll I've ever wanted," he stood up, casting a Sonorous on himself and shouted at the retreating back of the wayward Gryffindor Seeker, "Was FOR POTTER TO TREAT ME AS AN EQUAL! TO STOP IGNORING ME! SLYTHERIN'S CAULDRON! IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK? IT'S TAKEN YOU FIVE YEARS TO CALL ME DRACO! YOU FINALLY GIVE ME AN EPIC TELLING OFF! YOU SAVE MY LIFE THIS TIME! NOT A WEASELS' OR A MUGGLEBORN'S! MINE! YOU COWARD! YOU DON'T EVEN STICK AROUND FOR ME TO SAY THANK YOU! YOU HEAR ME HARRY POTTER? YOU'RE A COWARD! YOU NEVER ACCEPTED THE BET! YOU CAN'T QUIT! YOU HEAR ME POTTER? YOU CAN'T QUIT ON GRYFFINDOR OR ME! IF YOU WON'T FLY FOR YOUR TEAM I WON'T FOR MINE! YOU HEAR ME HARRY? I'LL QUIT QUIDDITCH! I SWEAR IT! I SWEAR IT ON SLYTHERIN'S WAND! I'LL QUIT!"

Severus' ears were ringing when he finally cast a Quietus on his godson, "Draco! That's enough."

Draco spun on his godfather, "Don't you dare give him detention for what he did! He saved my life and everyone knows it. I deserved that punch! Just like I deserved the slap from Granger in Third Year." He bowed slightly, "I understand that his acceptance to the Gryffindor team came with conditions. I humbly beg you to hold off on dealing with the consequences of his quitting the team in such a high-handed way. I'm sure when he calms down and realized that our bet was made in jest and not formally accepted on both sides that he has no reason to quit." He ignored his rant at Harry's back; he didn't have the nerve to face it just yet. the school, not just their teams or the staff heard that but most of the school. It wouldn't have been more…dramatic then in one of them had kissed the other. His cheeks burned, he cleared the thought from the forefront of his head, "Although I am sure that my foolhardy behaviour deserves some type of punishment."

Severus blinked at him, "Laps…20 of them…around the pitch." He glanced at Pucey, "Unless you'd like to add to that."

Adrian Pucey shook his head, "No…twenty laps is fine."

"And fifty points for losing your temper and screaming fit to announce our presence here to the Muggles."

XoooooX

Harry could hear Draco's shouts but none of it registered in his mind. He'd save Draco yes…but he couldn't forgive himself for causing the other pain…

Why did falling in love have to be so hard? How could his mother fall in love with someone like James Potter? He must be a lot like his mother if he could be attracted to some like his father. His heart ached; he wished he trusted someone to advise him.

He wished Snape…but Snape had run to Draco's side.

He was alone…so utterly alone…it felt like his loneliness would crush him. He just wanted someone to love him.

Who could ever love a freak? A dirty little Halfblood?

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