So this is my new story. I can't promise anything good, just an idea that's been floating in and out of my head for the better part of a week. Lemme know what you think.

Chapter One: Didn't See That One Coming

Harry was in a remarkably good mood. He had been for a while now. He smiled at the wind that was hitting his face and closed his eyes slightly at the feeling. He felt a bludger fly past his head and immediatly decided that closing his eyes was not a good idea. He flew around the pitch again. He had caught the snitch a good half hour ago, nearly fifteen minutes into the "game". The captain, Oliver Wood, insisted on keeping the team in working condition over the holidays, even in snow. Personally, Harry enjoyed flying in the snow.

Wood called them all down an hour and fifteen minutes later, congratulating them on a good practice and gave a customary speech on the importance of practice even in the snow. He stopped bothering to congratulate Harry for a good day because it was almost upsetting the rest of the team that Harry never seemed to have an off day. Harry smiled through the speech and walked to the locker room.

"Good job out there, Harry." A teammate said as Harry reached into his locker for his shirt.

"Thanks, Luke, you played well, too." Harry responded, smiling genuinely.

"Like you noticed, you were off in some other land out there." Luke laughed.

"Yeah, what was up with that, Harry?" James said from the other side of Harry.

"Nothing really. Just thinking about the holidays. I have no shopping done." Harry confessed. The other two laughed and they continued light idle chatter. Harry took his shower and slipped into his clothes. How he always managed to be one of the last to leave the locker room was beyond him, he alway of himself as a fast shower-er.

He apparated outside of the Potter Manor, the wards on the actually building were damn near impossible to get through. Harry, of course, had tried and succeded, but Harry wasn't going to complain. There weren't any people left in the wizarding world who could out do Harry's power. Harry had always been a modest person, but he knew he was good. Sometimes he would just test himself and try to get through various blocks and wards, resetting them all, of course, when he had gotten through them.

The manor was big, but not nearly as large as the few close to his. Munich was apparently a popular spot for large houses. Harry's was gorgeous. The vines that cover the facade of the structure in the spring and summer give it a warm look and for some reason, the absence of the vines in the colder months make the natural stone contrast the warm lights from the windows, leaving it just as warm and inviting.

Derek, Harry's current boyfriend, insisted on putting up an elaborate Christmas tree in the foyer, even though Harry usually got a smaller one for the informal living. Derek was all about scale. He bought things big and in many. The more the merrier.

After the war ended in Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts, he had spent the next few years wandering around the magical community, gathering and destroying, when necessary, the remaining horcruxes. His only companion for a few years had been none other than the Head Boy and Slytherin, Draco Malfoy. His story during the war is too complicated for even him to tell.

The two had moved in together and word got around about their relationship and before you know it, the entire wizarding world knew the savior of it was, in fact, a homosexual. Sometimes. When asked, Harry usually responds that he is gay, but has been known to have a record number of girlfriends for being gay.

Needless to say, the two ended it somewhat mutually and Draco moved out. The two remained in touch for a year and then their correspondences slowly lessened and then stopped.

Harry met Derek at a Quidditch game and they immediatly hit it off. Their six month anniversary is only a short week away, only three days after Christmas.

"Derek!" Harry called into the house, setting all of his equipment in the Quidditch room and hanging his coat in the closet.

Harry snuck up into the bedroom to see Derek asleep ontop of all the covers. Harry grinned a horrible grin and slipped out of his shoes, socks, and shirt. He carefully climbed on the bed and straddled him. Harry slowly undid his Derek's pants and slid a hand in to massage his cock.

Derek's pale blue eyes shot open and eyed Harry.

"Good morning." Harry said quietly, not removing his hand. He leaned down and kissed him.

"Very good morning." Derek smiled.

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"Harry! Come and help me with these god damned groceries!" Derek called into the seemingly empty house. Derek took the bags he had in his hand to the large kitchen. Harry usually took the groceries in using some sort of spell that made things float. Derek was in fact a Muggle. His younger brother, Kyle, had been accepted into Hogwarts and was a beater on the Ravenclaw team. Kyle always took Derek to Quidditch matches.

Sure, Derek resented the fact that he couldn't do half the stuff Kyle could do or even a tenth of what Harry could, but he got by.

"Harry! Get down here!" He yelled. "I can't make things fly, you know!" Putting the milk in the refridgerator, he saw a note that was hanging on the freezer.

Derek,

Wood called us in for a meeting, I should be home at about seven. Sorry.

Harry

Derek crumpled the note and tossed it away. He had never been to comfortable with Oliver Wood. He and Harry had a thing before he came along and hated it when Wood called him in for a meeting or lunch to discuss strategy. When he voiced his opinion to Harry, Harry acused him of not trusting him. Harry was such a hard head.

Sighing, Derek decided to take the rest of the groceries in. He spent about an hour putting the food away. Harry insisted they just get the food delivered by magic, but Derek insisted he'd go shopping if Harry put them away. It didn't help that Derek was the worst sort of cook and couldn't navigate the grandeur kitchen if his life depended on it.

He heard the front door open and quickly glanced at the clock. It was only five. Maybe Harry had gotten out early.

"Harry!" Someone from the foyer yelled. Derek was confused for a moment. Why would Harry be calling himself? Then it hit him. Its not Harry. No one ever said the boy was bright.

He quickly walked to the foyer to see who the intruder was. The man stood slightly taller than Derek and had hair a shade lighter than his own. His overall appearance was overwhelmingly beautiful.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, hello. Do you know where Harry is? He should be home by now, right?" The man continued looking up the staircases, hoping Harry would fly down one.

"He's at a meeting, should be home in a few hours..." He answered, still slightly confused. Derek never was one to be confrontational.

"Well, fuck. Draco Malfoy, by the way." The new blonde held out his hand. "And you are...?"

"Derek, Derek Perry." Draco snorted as his response.

"Well, Derek, Derek Perry. I hope you do not mind my intrusion, but I plan on waiting until Potter returns." Draco walked past Derek into the next room. "I'll just be in the bathroom for a moment."

"Its the third door on the left." Derek said to Draco. Draco smirked to himself. I think I know the way around my ex's house, thank you very much. Needless to mention, he did not tell this Derek character what he and Harry had once been. The two talked for a few minutes before the seemingly ball-less Derek asked a rather bold question.

"Why are you here?"

"Dear me, I never mentioned why." Draco said in a falsely appologetic voice. "I heard the news of Mr.Weasley and thought Harry might need some help dealing with it. I suppose now that he has a new... what are you two?"

"Harry's my boyfriend."

"Right, now that he has you, I shall just talk to him for a bit and be on my way."

Mr. Weasley had fallen into a coma during the war and no one could figure out how to get him out of it. Muggle doctors and Mediwitches, alike, tried and nothing could bring him out of it. The news made it around to Draco last week that Mrs. Weasley had decided to stop trying and Mr. Weasley was pronounced officially dead on Thursday morning. He had just visited Ron and Mrs. Weasley. The two had been major influences in his llife after Hogwarts. Ron had mentioned that he hadn't told Harry yet. Draco had said he would, that it would be easier coming from him.

"Don't feel obligated to keep me busy. I think I'll just go take a few rides around the pitch until he gets back." Draco began walking to Harry's Quidditch room. Draco had no need for his broom at his new apartment, it was far too small to even think of going flying, so he had kept it here.

"You can use one of Harry's extras, if you'd like. Unless you brought your own?" Yet again, Draco smirked. It hurt him slightly that Harry had never mentioned him to Derek before, but surprising him was all the fun.

Draco opened the closet where all of his brooms were hanging and took a moment to admire all of his brooms. All of them were in mint condition and hanging on their own hooks. He spotted his below a light maple broom. Harry had bought him this broom a long time ago. It was made of dark mahogany and had his initials in the handle. He grabbed it and slipped on a pair of gloves.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Draco admired the broom in his hands and then looked at Derek, who had followed him in.

"Its one of my favorites of his." He said, looking in the closet at the others.

"Care to join?" Draco asked, slipping the gloves on his hands.

"No, thanks, I can't fly." Draco looked at him with an odd expression on his face. Surely Harry would have taught him how to fly.

"Well, in that case, want me to show you how?" Draco asked, feeling somewhat bad for him. When he and Harry were still together, flying was their favorite thing to do together.

"It would be pointless. I'm not a wizard, I quite literally cannot fly."

Didn't see that one coming. Draco thought to himself.

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So? How was it?