Title: The True Hero

Genre: Romance/Drama

Pairing: Draco Malfoy y Harry Potter

Dedication: whoever wants to read it...and whoever likes it. I write because I enjoy it...I hope you read because you enjoy it. yummy.

Warning (!): I don't think that I will get to...into the whole sex thing. But if so I will tell you at the begging of the chapter. Mucho Love

Chapter one: Secrets, friends and lovers.

"Five years in peace"

Shocking, but yes only five years ago did our hero, Harry James Potter save us from hell. If he had not survived at age one, we would be in that unspeakable state today. Today, July ninth, is the fifth year anniversary of the day He-Who-Must-Not- Be- Named was defeated by a seventeen year old man.

For the past month and a half I, Abbrellya Wayne, was given task 'Harry Potter!' I was to find him and ask him a book load of questions but I respected he had a life other then saving us, getting interviewed by us and the crazed fans. So I only asked a couple...we all need some peace and quiet...

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Harry was sitting at his kitchen table drinking coffee and reading the article. He sighed and turned to page 9A. Abbie was better than Skeeter by far...but reporters are reporters.

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The day was beautiful as I walked down the small walkway to his flat. I straighten my new robes as I walked up the steps to his flat took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Quickly becoming breathless as a friendly, smiling, green-eyed face dressed in black pants and a white shirt that hugged his Quidditch made abs opened the door for me. I explained my reason for being there and Mr. Potter nodded and allowed my entrance. He took my coat and showed me to his extremely clean living room. I choose a seat on his black couch while he got me a glass of water and on for himself. When seated he nodded for me to get on with the interview:

AW (me): Another year, would you have done something different?

HP (him): Nah, it was pretty good.

AW: Hm...Any regrets about it?

HP: Definitely...don't we all?

AW: (chuckled) I almost guess that isn't about the war...what do you really regret?

HP: (his turn to return the chuckle) ...I have some.

AW: (frowned) what you doing now?

HP: Never really followed my dreams of being an aurora but I am writing...under a pen name, of course.

AW: mmhmm, and who is the lucking person? (Pointing to a ring on his left hand)

HP: (after a long silence) ermm...well he is no one, anymore. We didn't really break up but uh...he just kind of left chasing a dream.

AW: Him? Shocking?

HP: Really? I didn't think it would be too shocking honestly. Maybe?

AW: Who is he?

HP: just another secret... (Sigh).

I asked a couple of questions about life, love, past and what is yet to come. Mr. Potter showed me out and away I went with thoughts in my mind. You'll be a sorry lady...but Harry just isn't interested...for you men, maybe the market is open.

Harry smiled to himself, put his cup in the sink and then went to his studio to finish any last minute touches to his him new poem book. When he was done he threw his copy on his book self, put one in his coat pocket and the one that was going to the publishing company in an envelope. He opened the book one more time and read his title and dedication.

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Harry buttoned his coat and looked over at the clock that read; 7:44. He sighed and walked out the door of his small flat and into his favorite pub ordering his usual drink. He made small talk with some of his friends every now and then turning a couple of girls would come and flirt with him, and he would politely say 'no thank-you'

Harry and Bart, the bar tender, were making small talk when a pair of soft, firm hands came down on his shoulders, followed by a husk whisper, "Didn't expect to find the-boy-who-lived-and-killed here...drink much?" Harry wasn't paying much attention to his beer, just living in complete and utmost shock that the person touching him, speaking to him, and leaning over him was...HIM!

He had froze when the hands moved from his shoulders down his back non-coherently followed again by a husk whisper, "Is this seat taken or are the flocks of dumb girls going to keep the coming?" harry smiled to himself searching for his voice, "Nope, but the ladies will keep coming." Harry still hadn't looked at the man, of course not needing too. "Two more Bart, please." Bart fulfilled the deed and then walked to other end of the bar.

"So tell me Mr. Potter when a stranger is hitting on you do you always buy them drinks?"

Harry smiled again, "No...But wouldn't want you to go through all that trouble...I guess I have a soft spot for old friendly enemies...unless we are supposed to forget the last three years?" Harry took a swig of his drink and looked over at Draco, "I take it you read the Daily Prophet?" Draco nodded and looked away...forgetting the past three years sounded good...great to him.

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"To describe those girls as dumb wasn't very nice." Harry pointed out after a long silent five minutes.

"Well I have always been truthful." Draco smiled to Harry, of course not a real smile...of course not, and then he glared a bit. Harry turned to see three more girls coming up. "They will never stop." Harry said almost reassuringly. Draco laughed half-heartedly and put his lips to his glass.

Harry took a drink when he heard, "Fur our hero...we will be as manly as you need us to be." One of the girls tried seductively, only causing to Draco to start coughing very loud, trying to cover his laugh that was almost past his tightly shut lips, Harry knew him to well.

"Or we could get you drunk enough and then you would forget you were gay." the smallest of the three piped in. Harry took another drink and before he could say anything in response Draco mumbled loud enough for the girls to hear him, "You get some real respect...hero." Harry chuckled a bit and one of the girls decided it was in response to them so she sat on his lap. Harry looked from her to the other two and said, "Thank you, uhm...very nice to offer all of that,"-the girls giggled as Harry pointed to each of their bodies-"but to be frank, I don't find you attractive." The one on his lap smiled and said, "But Mr. Potter we could be men tonight...just for you and even that cute little blonde too." Draco started coughing not from laughing but from almost chocking on his drink. Harry shifted a little uncomfortable and asked them their age.
"18"
"21"
"19" the one on his lap said whilst giggling and running her hands up and down his leg.

"Hm...Well, uhm...why not try those guys over there?" Harry pointed to a group of cute guys in the back. The one on his lap shrugged and got off walking towards them, the other two followed shortly after her.

Draco shook his head and asked, "They just throw themselves at you, huh?"

"Yeah I know..." Harry said frowning, "If you don't mind the topic I wanted to say sorry about Crabbe, to be honest right now...I was only worried about you in the Room of Requirements. But to see you hurt because of me...it killed me worse that I couldn't help him."

"Worried about mean old Malfoy were you?" Draco looked a little thoughtful and then said, "Is that what you regret?"

Harry nodded and said, "Yeah and that one other thing."

Draco was quiet for a couple of minutes and asked, "Still talking to the weasel and his wife?"

"Yeah...we went out last weekend. They haven't changed much. Asked about you, though."

"That's good, what they ask?"

"How you were, didn't really know what to say. So Ron had to say, 'Oh you still haven't talked to him?' like the fact that I just randomly ran into my old lover I would keep from them." Harry looked at Draco and he thought he saw some worry in his light grey orbs, but he was he did when he said; "I saw Blaise and Pansy a couple of days ago."

"Really?" Draco looked into his drink.

"Yeah Pansy and him are to be wed next month. They gave me an invite. They told me you disappeared from their lives too, about three years ago. Chasing some dream."

Draco's eyes changed some and he said, "Yeah, a dream coming clearer. So I have to know...whatever happened to the weasel's sister? What's her name...Ginny?"

"She ended up with Neville." Harry smiled and took another drink.

"Wow nice for you...Harry I need to tell you something. Well a lot more the one thing but... For the past two weeks I have been sitting in that corner watching you. I didn't know what to say when I finally got brave enough, you know you have always made me fell...giddy, to come talk to you. But..." Draco took a hesitant look at Harry whose green eyes were burning into him waiting for Draco to finish. When Harry realized that Draco didn't even mean to get that far he looked away from him and into his beer, whispering, "Why?"

Draco looked away from harry, almost scared to see hate and hurt. Harry snorted and said, "Yeah didn't think that I could get lucky enough for a change. Why the fuck do I kid myself?" Harry watched Draco drop his head at his words. He stood, paid the tab, looked at Draco once more. Turned and started for the door.

"Harry wait please!" Draco called desperately. Harry turned to look at him; the silence in the pub was almost sudden.

"Wait? I loved you Malfoy. I did everything for you, let's see...saved your father –more than once- tried to save burning friends got plenty of beatings and trouble so you still looked like the perfect angle. I kept all of those secrets because I was too scared to lose you...fuck Voldemort looked like a peaceful death compared to losing you. I let your friends beat me...I didn't want you to think of me as a weak baby. But out of everything I have done for you I have never hurt you with such pain...ever!" Harry said all of that with such anger and hate that Draco, like everyone else, cringed. But Harry wasn't done, "All for you Draco...all of it. Then you walk out, the pain, after six years. Draco to say I loved you hurts...like hell. You never felt that way...never!" Harry looked like he was about to cry and Draco wanted to comfort him but he was too scared to move. "Harry don't be silly. You knew I loved you...you know I still do." Draco croaked trying to hold back the tears wanting to come.

"Then why?" Harry asked bitterly. The silence still there...worst then that of a funeral, everyone waiting for the next retort.

"I love you, and you didn't...don't deserve someone like me." When Draco breathed out those words the tears were pooling over his eyes.

Harry chuckled sarcastically and pulled out his poem book with a pair of keys and sit it on the nearest table and answered, al little calmer but with hope, "Nothing could ever change the way I fell about you." And without a backward glance he walked out the door.

Draco walked over to the book and picked it up. He whipped a tear away and opened to the first page and read;

Titled: My love, take this non-existent heart of mine and uses it how you will

A dedication: To a Mr. Draco Malfoy
p.s. I LOVE YOU!

He sighed, walked out the door, down the street to the house that he used to live in with Harry. Thought about walking in and then saw Harry hexing him to next year so he sat on the step and opened the book.

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