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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, 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 6- Talk to me!

Severus had noticed that all year, well since September really that Harry was quiet, ever unhappy. The tiny boy with Lily's eyes spent all his time studying and outright refused to attend another Quidditch practice.

What he didn't expect was Draco to take Harry to task outside his classroom…

XoooooX

Draco cornered Harry who was standing in Granger's shadow looking small and so keen to be invisible. Harry actually appeared to cringe when he stepped in front of him.

XoooooX

Harry was not happy when Draco stepped in front of them and blocked them from Snape's classroom.

Hermione snapped, "Get out of the way Malfoy. You're going to make us late."

"I'm not here to talk to you Granger." Draco said coldly, "I want to talk to Harry."

"Well he clearly doesn't want to talk to you."

Draco ignored her, "You're skipping practice."

Harry muttered, "No…I quit the team remember?"

Draco snorted, "No you didn't. You really think I'd challenge the best Seeker in school to a match like that? I know you aren't dumb as a rock like Weasel."

Harry winced, "It's not nice to call someone that…"

"I want to know why you saved me. I want to know why you called me Harry." He stopped to rub his jaw, "Why you hit me? Until you and Granger, I've never been hit."

Hermione scoffed, "Mores the pity. You should have had a hand taken to your arse and been swatted a time or two. Maybe, you would have learned better manners."

Draco shrugged, "Perhaps. That's neither here nor there. I didn't come to talk to you. I want to talk to Harry. About why he saved me. Why he didn't give me a chance to thank him. Why he ever believed I would actually challenge him over who should remain on their House team." He punched the wall in a rare display of temper, "You're the only decent Seeker in this place. I'd fall asleep flying against anyone else. Talk to me Harry."

Harry sighed, "I've got nothing to say to you Dra…Malfoy."

"Slytherin's cauldron you can call me Draco. I told you that ages ago." Draco said exasperated.

Harry said through clenched teeth, "I don't want to."

That was a lie, and Draco knew it. "Then why do you keep almost calling me that? I though Gryffindors were supposed to be honourable; so why are you lying?"

Harry swallowed he was too transparent fuck! He turned red as he thought the word, he stammered, "Please…leave me alone Malfoy. I'd like not to be late to Potions."

"Uncle Severus will excuse me this once. Talk to me Harry."

"Leave me alone for Godric's sake! What I want in exchange for saving your life is peace. Keep all Slytherins away from me. You're their Prince. You can do that. I want all of you to leave me ALONE!" his begging ending with something like a scream.

Severus came out to find Draco's hands empty of anything, Granger's hands clenched and Po…Harry looking miserable. He sighed, "What's going on here?"

Granger crossed her arms, "We just want to get to class and Malfoy won't let us in the classroom."

Severus doubted it was that simple, "I doubt that is the whole truth Granger. Now both of you in class now!"

Weasley was glaring from his corner.

Not one Gryffindor would sit next to him.

Potter ended up sitting in the front of the room as always, with Granger attached to his side.

With the apparent separation of the 'Golden Trio' it was like it had been last year after the revealing of the Triwizard Champions.

Weasley was pouting and Granger trying to console.

Draco dug out a square bit of parchment; he scribbled a quick note to Harry on it before muttering a charm. The square folded itself like a crane and flew at Harry; it was charmed to be read only by the recipient. He'd sent Potter a message like this two years ago after he'd been injured by that brute of a Hippogriff. This time his note had a different tone.

Harry touched the folded bird and it unfolded, there was a message.

'Harry,

You can't ignore me forever. I want answers Harry. I won't take no for answer. That Weaselette's not you. Gryffindor will lose hands down if you don't fly. I'll never forgive you if I have to fly against Weaselette. I expect to see you in the air during the next match against which is against Ravenclaw. Quidditch isn't as important as Marks, you're right about that. However, one can't study all the time unless you want to end up like Granger who got more facts then sense filling that huge head of hers. I don't want you like Weasel, who's more concerned with his next high is then Marks and couldn't guard a goal if you paid him in candy from Honeydukes.

I am sorry for my insults last year, Uncle Sev took me to task for that privately. I believe even father was displeased with me over the 'Potter stinks- Support the Real Hogwarts Champion' buttons. How you faced that Hungarian Horntail was really amazing. Flaying against a Dragon was sheer genius. I was also impressed by your sportsmanship in bring back Delacour's sister. I can't imagine how you felt being thrown into the tournament like you were. I heard from uncle Sev that you begged to take your exams last June because they were Mock O.W.L.S. It was honourable of you to protect Delacour and Krum as well as see that they were treated. Protecting Diggory was something I can't imagine doing myself but that took gumption. While bravery and foolhardiness aren't Slytherin traits we can certainly appreciate gumption.

Like I said, I'm sorry you believed that my challenge was in earnest. I never wanted you to quit the team. I wanted to get a reaction from you. I wanted a little bit of your attention. Then again I always have. Uncle Sev is always taking me to task for my 'obsession' with you. I am sorry I was so foolhardy and made you think that my desperation to catch the Snitch was your fault. I wasn't and in the logical portion of your mind you know this. You can't take Runes and not be logical at least to a point. Yes I know you dropped Divination, as have I for I have no talent for it unlike father. I maybe have Veela blood but I haven't a prophetic bone in my body. Thank you for saving me from myself, I may have lost a good broom but like you said it could have been me. Father did capitulate and FINALLY bought me a Firebolt. I did say I didn't want one because you had one but that was foolish because I did want one. I also didn't, I always want to one up you, you got a Nimbus 2000, and you were allowed to fly your first yea. I wasn't allowed to until our Second Year.

Just so you know, Father really didn't buy my way on the team. He was so proud, seeing that I earned it myself as soon as it was allowed for me to try out. Normally the position of Seeker isn't played by anyone younger then a Fifth Year. However I was too good to not allow to fly or to be held back as a Reserve. Flint knew I was their best chance of beating you, I'm a decent Seeker I know that but I've never been in your league. Back to Father briefly, he was so proud he went out and bought us all top of the line brooms. You could fly for a National Quidditch Team and fly in a World Cup like Krum. I've seen you both fly and he's the only Seeker I've seen fly who is better then you. Someday I'd like to see you two fly against one another. It does me a lot of good to fly against you, I'll never be as good as you or possess your talent, however, flying against you make me push myself all the harder and I don't mean how I ended up nearly killing myself during out last match. I am referring to past matches when I had to fight you for every centimetre until you caught the Snitch. Chang's good but she's no you. Diggory, Merlin rest his soul was never anywhere in your league. He was better then Chang but no one here really measures up to you.

I'm renewing my offer of friendship if you'll accept it. Uncle Severus reminded me of something after the match. A true friend is someone who cares enough to save your life and then take you to task for risking it. I don't have any friend who would do that for me. They bow and scrap and court my friendship because it benefits them. They'd turn on me in a minute if they thought it was in their benefit. That's the problem with Slytherins Uncle Sev says, they don't understand the true meaning of friendship. Friendship is standing by a friend when they do something you don't agree with. Friendship is telling someone off when they're wrong. Friendship sometimes requires a good punch to get their attention. Friendship is forgiving one another when they disappoint you. Whether you meant to or not you've taught me the true meaning of friendship. I heard you've taken up Ancient Runes; I'd like to offer my services as a tutor. No strings attached. You're a good person Harry Potter and I ought to have treated you better.

Draco'

How Draco managed to fit that all on a tiny scrap of parchment Harry would never known but it was there. Draco wanted to be his friend? He thanked him? He apologized for being so foolhardy? Draco Malfoy, Prince of Slytherin admired him? He admired a 'dirty little Halfblood?" he taught Draco Malfoy of all people something? He taught him about friendship? He was so co confused. He glanced over at Draco his confusion surely written on his face.

XoooooX

Draco was perversely pleased that Harry had read his note and was oblivious to Uncle Sev's lecture.

Harry wasn't reading it quickly, he seemed to be savouring it or at least reading it carefully. It was sometime before he Harry appeared to have finished reading the note an turned to look across the aisle at him, his face filled with confusion and something he couldn't put a name to.

If he wanted a reaction to his honest letter, he'd gotten what. The only question was what to do now. He mimed reading and gestured at the note.

XoooooX

Harry was surprised to find Draco had been watching him. He gave the other a lopsided smiled but Draco's response was odd. He glanced back at the note.

'If you want to reply, the charm is avis nouveau forma aero'

Harry blinked, that hadn't been there before, he was sure of it. Did he want to reply? Friends with Draco Malfoy of all people? Could he? Did he want to be friends with him? That was silly, of course he did. He wanted to spend more time with him but he was also terrified that his feeling for the other would be come evident if they spent too much time together. He rubbed his eyes, his glasses moving some and then slipping back slightly askew but he still could see out of them. He hated taking notes, Professor Snape's handwriting was atrocious and he could hardly see. He need new glasses but dare not mention it. He should have purchased a new set of spectacles but he hadn't had the opportunity when they'd gone to Diagon Alley for new school supplies and textbooks. Mrs. Weasley was in a hurry as usually…and he hadn't felt confident enough to ask where he might find the Wizarding equivalent of an optometrist. Aunt Petunia only took him the first time because his elementary school teacher insisted he have them. How hi managed to wear the same pair for eight years he didn't know. It seemed to be an aberration. Percy had a new prescription every year it seemed.

Thankfully, they had a decent instructor for Defense. It was Kingsley Shacklebolt a Senior Auror.

He was trying not to think about Draco and it wasn't working. He tore of a bit of parchment, scribbling.

Draco, I'll be your friend. It will take some getting use to. I mean after all, we've been practically hexing each other at least once a year. I really want to learn Ancient Runes on my own. I won't even let Hermione help m, so I'll have to refuse the offer although it was kind of you to offer. Ron won't forgive me if I'm your friend but there are worse things he won't forgive me for…

As for quitting the team I made it very clear, I don't wish to fly right now. My heart isn't in it. After you went and nearly killed yourself, it brought home how dangerous it is for me to fly against other Seekers when my head isn't in the game. What if next time I'm slower or any number of other factors and someone dies. I'll have that on my conscience. I already watched Cedric die. I couldn't stop it…no one could but I won't stand by and let some else die because of me.

Harry whispered the charm and sent it back to Draco before turning to pay attention to the lesson. He couldn't get the thought to go away, friends with Draco Malfoy…he must be out of his mind. He smiled to himself and then he went cold. Friends meant spending more time with him. Merlin, how would he keep his pathetic crush to himself? He show his head, if only he could have refused…

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