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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?, mentions of TedxAndromeda

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 9- two steps forward, ten steps back

Draco had delivered Harry to his Ancient Runes class much to his embarrassment. Yet he was almost bereft went the Slytherin left.

He spent his last free period of the day in the library doing homework and before heading to the tower to drop of his book bag prior to heading down to eat.

Harry had no sooner entered Common room; the portrait door hadn't even shut behind him when a loud voice called out.

"If it isn't the high and mighty Potter come to grace us with his presence. Are you quite finished slumming with the slimy snakes?"

Harry turned and stared at Ron his face going white with shock, "What are you talking about? I went to Ancient Runes and the library after lunch."

"I'm talking about your cry for attention and spending lunch in Snape's office with the poncy ferret."

Harry's voice was cold, "Draco is not a poncy ferret. He's a human being, who took his head out of his arse to notice something was wrong. Something my so-called best friend seems unable to do. He's a decent bloke once you get past his mask."

Ron sneered, "Maybe you should have accepted his offer of friendship in the first place."

Harry swallowed, "Perhaps I should have. Had I, I wouldn't know what it's like to be betrayed by someone I trusted."

"I betrayed you? That's rich! You betrayed me going behind my back and befriend that poncy ferret. Have you forgotten how we laughed about the amazing bouncing ferret?"

Harry sighed, "You laughed, I didn't. It looked funny but did you see what he looked like when he was turned back into a boy? He looked like someone had taken a tire iron to him."

The Muggleborns all winced at the mental picture.

"Who cares? It's Malfoy! The git whose tormented us since first year! The one who called Hermione a…you know! He got us in trouble with the Norbert."

"It was a female Ron," Hermione corrected, "it's Norberta now."

"Norbert, Norberta it doesn't matter. He's a spoiled rotten pampered little rich boy! Who thinks the world revolves around him! He treats everyone else has lesser beings. Do you remember what he says about your clothes? About Professor Lupin's robes?"

Harry sighed, "You don't get it. Draco's not a spoilt, pampered little princling. There is more to him then that. Just because someone says you grew up in a barn does that make it true?"

Ron stormed over to Harry his breath heavy with the smell of firewhiskey, "What did you say?" trying to use his height to intimidate Harry.

Harry took a deep breath, "I've faced more intimidating persons and creatures then you. So back off Ron. You don't scare me. I didn't say The Burrow was a barn. I said it's been called that."

Ron's voice was thick with something akin to hate, "If I live in a barn you live in a cell. You think I've forgot? I remember the bars on your windows."

Fred yelled, "Ron! Shut up!"

Hermione tried to pull him away from Harry, "Ron, stop." She glared at Fred and George, "this is your fault. He got the firewhiskey from your room!"

George scoffed, "We didn't give it to him. We don't actually drink it. We're experimenting with it. "

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Yeah right."

Fred glared at her, "It's true. It's flammable and under certain circumstances explosive. I hate the taste. I prefer Butterbeer."

Ron shrugged off Hermione; "You think you're so great because you're the Boy Who Lived, yet you play the poor me game. What did you do to get your Muggle relations to lock you up? Threaten to turn them into frogs?

Fred took two steps towards Ron and smacked him upside the head, "That's enough."

"I can't trust you Ron. I wish I could." Harry said quietly, "You've gone too far."

Ron's face twisted into a leer, "I see. You're chasing after Malfoy because you fancy him. You want to get stuffed by your precious little prince? He's practically Bonded to that dog-faced Pansy. He wouldn't want you anyway. You're short. You're too skinny, you look half-starved and your hair is atrocious. You quit the team I'm surprised he didn't hex you for it. Is that why you saved him? You hoped he'd be so grateful he'd agree to take you to bed?"

Harry was so angry steam was practically coming out of his ears; his voice had gone ice cold. "Ron, get out of my face. I'm going to put my stuff away and I'm going to eat dinner."

"You could use it. You look like you never eat."

Harry glared at him, his entire body humming with magic, "Because I don't. Half the time I'm not allowed to eat. I only really eat decent at The Burrow or here. Not that it matters. Thank you for bringing up a painful subject. Some friend you are telling our House things I would have rather kept private. I don't want to discuss this anymore."

"Don't want to discuss your eating habits, lies or pathetic fixation on Malfoy?" Ron sneered.

"I don't want to talk you anymore. You're drunk and you're not thinking straight. I don't see how what I do any of your business anyway. You think I'm stuck up because I won't blow off studying. You're mad I dropped Divination and took up Ancient Runes without telling you first. You're pissed that I don't want to be an Auror. I want to be a Healer. I want to help people not play hero. What I want to do with my life isn't your business." Harry said trying to move past him.

Ron grabbed him, "Don't walk off on me like I'm dirty or something. You did enough of that last year. I'm the pureblood, you're the dirty little Halfblood who thinks everyone ought to worship you."

Harry shoved him off, "No. You're the one who thinks everyone should worship me. You think I should play all the time and make Hermione do my work as well as yours. You think you'll be greater then your brothers if you stick with me. You try to bring me down all the time because you're jealous! You've got a family! You've got parents! Siblings! I'd trade everything I've got to have my parents back. I can't do it! I'd rather be poor and have a family then rich and isolated. Maybe you're right. Maybe Draco and I have more in common then you and I ever will."

"You backstabbing little demon!" Ron tackled Harry and started punching him.

Harry could have used his magic to fight back but he honestly didn't care. He just lay there.

The Common Room echoed with shouts for Ron to stop.

It took sometime before Fred and George finally managed to drag Ron off him.

Two sets of running feet accompanied the slamming of the Fat Lady's portrait into the wall and her furious squawk of outrage.

Harry lay there, his spectacles smashed and the glass cutting his face. He felt blood mixed with tears that burn the cuts. Harry closed his eyes, he was so sick of this. He just wanted to disappear.

He didn't even open them when McGonagall's voice was heard.

"What's going on here? What's this I hear about Ronald beating up Harry?"

"It's true" Lavender piped up.

At least Harry thought it was her.

"Professor Ron accused Harry of being bent and fancying Malfoy. He beat him up when Harry tried to leave?"

More running.

"Sweet Merlin! What Happened?"

Nurse Pomfrey. Harry'd been in the infirmary too many times not to recognize her voice.

"That's what I'm trying to find out."

There was a sound of sniffing, "Someone's been drinking. RONALD!"

"Professor he took it from Fred and George!"

"We don't drink it. We're experimenting with it. We didn't even know he knew we had it. He stole it."

"Minerva, he's got no defensive wounds. He didn't try to defend or protect himself. Why? He could have."

Ron snarled, "Then he couldn't play victim."

"Ronald! You do know that any kind of harassment can result in a suspension?"

"He said I lived in a barn!"

"No he didn't!"

Neville? Harry wondered.

"He said just because someone said you lived in a barn didn't make it true. He never called your home a barn."

"Frederick, George escort your brother to my office. I'll be flooing your parents personally. Poppy is he alright? Is Potter unconscious?"

"No. He's just lying there. He's awake. He is just choosing to lie there."

"Is he going to be alright?"

"He has some cuts from the glass from his broken spectacles. His nose might be broken, he'll have a brilliant shiner and it looks like he might have a loose tooth. Nothing that can't be fixed."

Except my heart, Harry thought. Letting people in gave them the power to hurt you. Knowing he could never be good enough for his relatives to love him hurt but friends were family you choose. Hermione said that once, and Ron had proved once again he wasn't good enough. If he didn't play by Ron's rules, he didn't belong. Had he ever belonged?

"Harry? Open your eyes. Please? I want to know you're alright?"

Harry ignored Hermione; it wasn't that he was really mad at her. He was just shutting himself down emotionally.

"Harry?"

"Talk to us mate?"

The Common Room echoed with begging voices but Harry just tuned them out.

The words 'you can't just bottle everything up.' Flashed through his mind. "Yes I can!" Harry said defiantly, "I can so! Watch me! No one is going to hurt me again. I won't let them. No one is getting close to me." He didn't realize he'd spoken out loud.

"Harry? It's safe. Ron's gone."

"He's been gone a long time. Maybe forever and I'm just realizing that. I was friends with someone who didn't exist." Harry muttered.

"Madam Pomfrey! I think he's hallucinating!"

He wasn't, Harry was sure he was thinking clearly.

XoooooX

Draco was heading to the Great Hall for dinner when he heard the sound or lack of sound. The corridor and the stairs had gone silent. Even the portraits had stopped talking.

He looked up to see Gryffindor coming down the staircase well minus Harry and the Weasleys. They were following Madam Pomfrey and a stretcher.

Draco blinked; lying motionless on the stretcher was a bruised and clearly battered Harry. He shouted, "NO!" shoving students Ravenclaw, Slytherin and Hufflepuff aside without prejudice. He skidded to a stop, his voice tight with anger. "Who did this? Was it the Weasel? Did that drunken arse do this?"

Granger shoved him, "It's your fault! If you'd stayed away from Harry this wouldn't have happened. Leave us alone."

Draco glared at her like she was dragon dung on his three hundred Galleon leather shoes and turned to look at Harry. "I'm sorry. I failed you. I promised I wouldn't let anyone hurt you." He reached for Harry's hand.

XoooooX

Harry pulled his hand away without opening his eyes. "Forget it. Forget me."

XoooooX

Granger pushed him out of their way, "You heard him. Stop pretending to care."

Draco was furious, "Pretending? You think that's what this is? I owe him a life debt! I'm a pureblood. We take these things very seriously. He saved my life. We're friends. I told you Harry, you can't lock your pain inside it will escape. I won't let you push me away. Salazar's Cauldron! You're not getting rid of me Harry! You're my friend!"

Draco had never lost it like this before, he was practically shouting.

XoooooX

Severus had taken his place at the high table when he realized outside the Great Hall had gone silent.

Then he heard a voice.

"NO!"

Draco?

Shouting?

Then came murmured complaints.

And shouting between Granger and Draco.

Severus moved to his feet.

Entering the corridor to hear:

"Pretending? You think that's what this is? I owe him a life debt! I'm a pureblood. We take these things very seriously. He saved my life. We're friends. I told you Harry, you can't lock your pain inside it will escape. I won't let you push me away. Salazar's Cauldron! You're not getting rid of me Harry! You're my friend!"

Draco's words held anguish, pain and something more.

Severus almost couldn't breathe.

Harry was lying still on a conjured stretched followed by Gryffindor who looked as if they were going to his funeral.

As Severus looked at him he saw Harry screaming as Cedric was murdered.

A half-drowned Harry coughing and sputtering as he attempted to keep Ronald and Delacour's sister afloat.

Harry pale after being attacked by Dementors and nearly having his soul sucked out.

Harry defiant and raising his wand when he threatened to have Remus arrested.

Harry falling fifty feet when he was blown off his broom.

Harry right after arriving at Hogwarts following Dementors stopping the Hogwarts Express.

Harry shell-shocked and emerging from the Chamber of Secrets with an addled Lockhart, Ronald with a twisted ankle and a barely conscious Ginevra…

Harry after hearing Granger had been petrified.

Harry after finding multiple petrified students…

Harry being chased by a crazy Bludger…

Harry crumbled in the last chamber, the Philosopher's stone in his back pocket and Quirrell dead.

Harry's broom trying to kill him during his first match…

Lily's crumbled form and Harry screaming in his crib…

The look on Draco's face…

He swallowed; certain a million emotions and expressions had escaped his mask, "What happened?"

His godson glared, "That drunken git attacked Harry! He came to your office during lunch and tried to see Harry I turned him off and told him to sober up."

"You knew Weasley was drunk and didn't report it?" Severus snapped.

Draco flinched, "I didn't want trouble I told him to back off or I would tell. He was upsetting Harry. He'd been sleeping peacefully and started to sound distressed. I had more important things to worry about then one drunken useless git. I was worried about Harry. We ate lunch we went to class and I forgot about it until I saw him just now."

Severus turned his wrath on Granger, "You're both supposed to be prefects. Where did that idiot get alcohol?"

"His useless rule-breaking brothers! He took it!" Granger whinged.

Severus scoffed, "I knew that Weasley would prove a far worse prefect then Fred and George. You don't have any more guts to tell off Ron then Remus did to Black and Potter! Lily would have strung him up by his ears and delivered him directly Minerva. If I had a galleon for every time some foolish person compared you to Lily I'd be rich!"

"It doesn't take a genius to know you were in love with her." Granger retorted.

Severus recoiled, "That's just sick."

Granger glared, "Because she was a Mudblood and you're a Slytherin?"

"No!" Severus snapped, "Because she was like a sister. If you had a brother or had someone like a brother would you ever be sexually attracted to them?"

Granger looked ill, "Of course not. Then why do you hate Harry's father so much?"

"Not that it's any of your business Granger but despite his status as a hero when he died, in school he was a bully. Lily called him a little toerag. He followed her around like a little puppy dog hoping for crumbles of her affection. She didn't pay him any attention until he broke down when he received an owl one morning that his mother had passed away from a heart attack. I never thought he was good enough but I loved her like a sister and I wanted her to be happy.

She got together with Potter when we weren't speaking. My mother didn't come get me from King's Cross. Her dad drove us both home because we lived in the same village. He told her to walk me inside. We found my parents dead. After that I lived with them like a son. Her dad always wanted a son and there I was alone in the world. He once hoped we'd marry but he decided that wouldn't work. He saw how happy she was with James Potter and he gave his consent.

He asked me what I thought of him. I told him that James was bright and had a brilliant future. That he would try to buy Lily the moon if she wanted it and still have money to raise an army of kids. I never told Mr. Evans what James was like in school, he wouldn't have wanted to know. When James was with Lily he was a different person, kinder, gentler and thoughtful. I was a fool. Now why don't you grow up and stop blaming others for your mistakes! You're a prefect! You should have turned Ronald in friend or no friend. He could have poisoned himself. Instead he tried to turn your other best friend's face into ground beef. You have that on your conscience and I hope you don't brush it off."

Severus removed Harry's spectacles and repaired them, folding them gently and placing them in the boy's hand. "You'll be alright. I promise."

XoooooX

Draco hadn't known that his godfather had found his parents dead. The compassion and affection in the small gesture of repairing Harry's glasses and the words brought him back. Back to the day he blew up a potions lab and woke to hear his godfather's voice saying the same words, 'you'll be alright. I promise.'

Draco was silent as he followed Nurse Pomfrey, Harry's stretcher and Uncle Sev to the infirmary. He wasn't going to leave Harry until he was sure that the former Gryffindor Seeker would be fine and the boy listened to him. He wasn't going to abandon Harry because the boy told him to. He was more honourable than that.

If he were honest, his concern, it went beyond life debt. He wanted to strangle the weasel and torture Harry's Muggle relatives. He was going to prove to Harry that he wasn't going anywhere and that Harry couldn't send him away. He was going to prove that he was worthy of being Harry's friend, worthy of his trust.

Draco Malfoy was Harry Potter's friend FINALLY and nothing was going to change that.

XoooooX

Severus had seen Harry look worse before but that was before he'd allowed himself to feel any sort of affection for the boy. He paced as Poppy tended to Harry.

Draco looked both worried and furious at the same time, the same look he'd seen on Lucius' face when he'd found him cradling Lily's lifeless body. Yet there was something else in that look.

Pomfrey finished treating Harry's injuries, "Physically, he's fine. In a few hours you'd never know he'd been hurt. He's acting like he's locked in his own head. When I prodded his black eye he should have moved away or made a noise that implied he was in pain. He did neither. You're right he needs to see a mind healer."

"Harry's not crazy!" Granger exclaimed indignantly.

Pomfrey glared at her, "I never implied he was. He'd had a 'friend' turn on him twice and the second time that person physically assaulted him. That will leave scars. I'm surprised you wouldn't know that."

Draco seemed to ignore them and sat beside Harry's bed.

XoooooX

Draco's fists were clenched, "You better know you can't just stop being my friend. I'm not taking no for an answer. We're friends Harry. Remember that. I'm not going to abandon you because you order me to. Slytherin's wand! Pushing me away would be cruel. You're not cruel. I may owe you a life debt but that's not the important part. What's important is that I'm here and I'm mad because you've been hurt. I'm not mad you didn't defend yourself. I can guess why you didn't though I'm sure there are a handful of reasons."

From Harry's still form came a sniffle that was barely audible.

Draco looked up to see a single tear slid down a pale cheek.

A hand moved closer to a pocket and touched it, lips silently mouthing words.

Before Draco could react, Harry had cast a sleep spell on himself

Draco was furious, due to their potions lesson they had become closer. Harry had confided in him. Now he was being pushed away because of weasel and it hurt. It hurt more then finding out his father not only didn't love his mother but also was in love with someone he looked up to, his godfather.

He felt as if someone had ripped his mask away and he couldn't make another one. He would have to fight to reearn trust he didn't deserve to have lost. He felt raw, exposed, and empty…

XoooooX

Severus moved to squeeze Draco' shoulder gently, "He'll be alright."

"All the progress we made together is ruined." Draco said almost too quiet to hear.

"You'll just have to find a way for him to open up again." Severus said simply but it sounded far more easily then it could ever hope to be.

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