Title: To be with you…Again.
Summary: A certain quidditch player is hunting Draco's dream, reminding him of his painful past. Who is he?
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: I don't own them by any chance.
Chapter One
A piqued "hmmm" emitted from the lump laying lazily on a queen sized bed. It was 30 minutes after 6 in the morning and the suns shining down on the former Slytherin.
"A hideous idea, Draco" he drawled, talking to himself, "leaving the fucking curtain open." Growling irritably, he pulled the coverlet over his face. It was time to get up and the blonde knew it. His flight to London will be less than 3 hours and if he chose not to move, his morning ritual will not be completed at all and he hated that. Groaning, the Malfoy heir crawled out the bed and glared at the offending sunlight. He almost snorted at his juvenile behavior.
As he padded on his carpeted floor rubbing his eyes, last night's thought came running back to his mind. And it was all about one certain Gryffindor---Harry Potter. He sighed heavily as he reach the sink of his bathroom. 'It can't be that bad,' trying to make himself feel better. "I am sure I'm over him by now," he confided to himself. "I am a Malfoy."
Draco is now one of the famous blokes around the globe. He is a well-known model and designer of the top line clothing ever known. He had billboards of himself scattered all over the world. He lives in an expensive 2-floor flat in Paris, never really wanting to live anywhere but in Europe. In this continent, he felt home, secured even.
After the war, Draco moved to France leaving everyone he knew behind. His father, Lucius, was killed in the middle of the raging war by no other than Potion Master, Severus Snape. It's a shame really, he wanted him thrown to Azkaban and received the kiss, it was what he deserve. But the heir contented himself no less. His mother felt anything but sadness. She left Draco a note telling him that everything Lucius left behind was his, 'Do whatever you want', were her exact words. She was off to some tropical island, happy to have her freedom back. She also told him the she love him dearly and will owl him anytime possible, which suits him just fine.
'Its just London you dolt!' smacking himself mentally. He just stepped out the shower and is currently tying his bathrobes. 'Yeah, just London..' He sighed again, frustrated. 'Give it a rest. You have thought of it enough to last you a lifetime…' biting his lip, he murmured, "its over…"
Flashback
The alarm of Hogwarts went off, informing the whole student body that the wards protecting the castle, is now not functioning. It started. And both boys knew it.
Harry pulled Draco to his feet and dragged the blonde inside an empty classroom, away from the panicking student body. They were lovers back then and they were happy, even if theres a war going on.
The Slytherin was about to ask something when the green-eyed boy kissed him. It was an urgent and hungry kiss that made him feel uneasy. He doesn't want Harry to be out there in the open, fighting deatheaters with the others. Why can't they just stay inside Hogwarts and not be separated? But he knew-he knew from the start that they have roles to play in this war, even before the started dating each other.
"Harry…"
"Dray, I want you to listen to me…" Draco nodded, pulling Harry closer, snaking his arms around the other boy's neck. "I love you…more than I can imagine doing. You are the reason why I fight this war…the reason why I struggle to live while Voldemort is killing me every single day. You're my life and without you…" The raven haired was trying really hard not to cry. Draco was trembling, he dreaded this talk, the goodbyes and last kiss. He hated this time to come. He blame everyone, Dumbledore, Voldemort, Harry's parents, his parents…everyone who's in this stupid fucking war. They're just teenagers, not adults! Why do they have to fight in this war?! But he smiled at lover, showing no sign of anger, encouraging him to continue. "Without you, I'm nothing, I'm not complete. You complete me…Draco. Thank you. Thank you for everything."
The blond was over whelmed. He knew he felt the same for him. "Harry...I…" But Draco never had the chance to finish his sentence when tears flooded his eyes. The Gryffindor held him tighter, running his hands up and down the blonde's back, trying to calm him down. "I fell the same Harry…I need you in my life…I'll be lost without you. If you only…sniffs if you only know how grateful I am to the gods that they sent you to me…my every wish, dream and desire, Harry…you made them all come true. I don't…sniffs I don't want to lose you…" The slytherin choked every single word, trying to say every one of it clearly but failing miserably. "I' never good at words and how I feel for you…I can't…Harry…come back to me…please…"
"Take good care of yourself Drake, please…I want to make sure I still have you when everything is over…" Harry smiled, his eyes shiny of unshed tears, Draco nodded. But the blonde knew that Harry wasn't finished yet. "Draco…if ever…" But the Slytherin cut him off, pressing his lips to his.
He's afraid, frightened of the thought that Harry won't survive this war, that he won't be back in his arms again…the thought of living alone, without him…it scared him. Harry is his life, he is everything and without him… "Don't do this Harry, don't talk like that…" Draco practically pleaded.
"I'm sorry…I just want…I just want you to move on when all of this is over and I'm not around anymore…please Dray…I want you to be happy…" Harry cried, their foreheads touching.
Draco shook his head no, "Harry, no, if you die…I'll die too…everything--my life, heart and mind…I can't live without you…" Ignoring the last phrase of his lover. He knew he won't be happy without him.
"Promise me Draco…" his hands cupping the pale, tear streaked face of the Slytherin, caressing his cheek, wiping his tears dry. "Dray, I need you to survive…please…promise me…"
The blonde closed his eyes and sighed inwardly, calming himself. He looked up to Harry's green livid eyes and nodded gracefully. He wanted to clear Harry's mind, not want him to worry over him. He didn't want to burden the love of his life, so he promised.
Harry smiled, his breath-taking smile and pulled Draco in his arms. They stayed like that in a long time.
End of Flashback
Harry did defeat the Dark Lord and the remaining deatheaters were thrown to Azkaban. The war was over, they won. The whole wizarding world rejoiced.
But Harry never came back. His body was no where to be found. Draco was one of those who searched frantically for his lover, but never found him. He searched for almost a year, crying every night, losing his hope as well as his sanity. 'This isn't happening…he's out there…somewhere…anywhere! And I'll look for him…' were the words he kept repeating in his mind. But Dumbledore stopped him. He will never find Harry and was reminded of the promise the raven-haired boy made him swear by---to move on. To continue living and be "HAPPY."
Dumbledore told him that Harry is still alive, that he can still feel his aura. "But he'll never reveal himself to anyone…"
And so Draco left London, leaving everyone and everything he knew existed. He only brought with him his memory. A memory of one Gryffindor, Harry Potter, who's still in his heart and will be there forever.
As he set himself comfortably on his assigned seat, he sighed heavily. He wrote Hermione and Ron the other day, telling them that he is on a visit and ask them if they want to hang around sometimes. It would be nice to be with someone whose friends with Harry for such a long time.
Hermione was delighted, to say the least. They insisted on picking him up at the airport, which made him smile for the first time that day. If there were someone who he will never forget, it would be this five people--Hermione, Ron, Snape, Sirius and Remus who were family to him in Hogwarts--before and after the war. As much as it surprises him that he values the Gryffindors better than his housemates, he didn't seem to mind at all. He was happy being with them and he didn't even pretend to be someone who he's not. Family, that's the perfect word. 'They're my family.'
It is good to be in touch again, and somehow he hopes that his sojourn to London will not be that bad. Snape is somewhere around asia, looking for some rare potion ingredients and will be back in a couple of days. Remus and Sirius, well Hermione told him that the two is in some mission hunting down deatheaters. But will try to drop by for a chat. They, too were excited to see the blonde, which flattered the Slytherin.
'Maybe…' thought Draco, a small soft smile forming on his pretty face. 'Maybe paying London a visit will not be a bad idea after all…'
To Be Continued…