Title: You and Me

Rating: T

Pairings: DracoHarry, HarryOC, OCOC and some others

Summary: Two years ago, Draco and Harry were secretly dating but broke up, now they are forced back together as Draco's band Silver Dragon performs in New York and Harry's new boyfriend, and manager, invites him along. How will they survive two weeks together?

Hey!

Another new story, you all must be sick of them by now. Well I had this idea for a while so decided I'd actually get around to writing it, anyway enjoy oh and a note for my Hope and Truth R&Rs at the bottom.

Chapter 1: The New Boyfriend

The rain fell lightly against the pavement, making small rivers down to the drain and washing away the dirt of the world, refreshing it in a new life. Few people occupied the sidewalk, most preferring to drive or use other transport that didn't have them walking directly under the water.

Despite the crisp wind and the drizzle of rain, a young man with messy raven black hair and breathe taking emerald eyes, walked. All he wore were long green cargo pants that were baggy around the legs but tight around the waist with a long sleeved white shirt with a black tee over and black converse.

He didn't carry an umbrella or a jacket to protect himself from the storm, all he carried was a dark blue massager bag slung over his right shoulder. He hummed a familiar tune as he neared the warehouse.

To a common muggle the building looked rundown with a large sign warning them of DANGER. To a magical kind it was a simple two story red brick building with a sign across the front reading Harry's Center for Underprivileged Wizards and Witches.

Harry walked through the double doors into the large hall that was crowded with the children and teenagers who routinely came to the centre.

Harry had started the center two years ago, using the monthly money that the Ministry sent him (a kind of reward for saving the wizarding world) the centre offered tutoring for homework and school, dance lessons, art classes, music lessons, sports games, which included, indoor football, indoor tennis, basketball, netball, volleyball and others as well as drama lessons and other activities. Everything thing was free and none of the students paid and the teachers were volunteers.

Harry smiled and greeted some of the students and teachers before heading around the building to see how everyone was.

"Harry!"

Harry turned to the call and smiled at the young twelve-year-old girl, Skyler, one of Harry's foster children he raised. Skyler was of medium height with flowing sun-kissed golden curls and wide smoky eyes. She was wearing white tights with black shorts over and a sleeveless grey shirt.

"Sky, how was class?" Harry asked, ruffling her blond curls.

Skyler batted away his hand and grinned at her foster-dad. "Great! Miss Mei said I've improved."

Skyler had once lived with a dysfunction family. At the age of five her older brother had died and when she was seven her mum ran away and left her with her alcoholic father. Two years ago Harry had caught her trying to steal from a shop and had taken her in to foster raise her.

"That's good to hear. Where's Elias and Jade?"

"Elias is playing basketball and Jade is still in her dance class." Skyler fell into step beside Harry as they went to find his other two foster children.

Elias was finishing up a close game, his team just behind by two baskets. Harry and Skyler took seats in the stands to watch him battle it out.

At sixteen Elias was as tall as Harry, who had always been short due to his undernourishment at the Dursleys, and he held his Portuguese heritage in his features. His dark hair fell over his ears and his eyes were a dark blue. He made a spectacular dunk and the game ended.

Elisa had been living with his broke-uncle since he was thirteen and his mother died of cancer and his father shortly after due to grief. His uncle couldn't hold a job for more then a week and Elisa was lucky to be able to stay in Hogwarts.

He started selling drugs, getting into some himself, at fourteen and by the time Harry found him at fifteen one year ago, he was on the verge of dropping out of Hogwarts, due to bad grades and addiction to heroin. Harry took him in and helped him off his addiction and with his work until he was in the top ten of his year.

Elias spotted the two and walked over, a towel draped over his broad masculine shoulders and a grin on his handsome face. "Where's Jade?"

"We're gonna get her and head home, I think Ambre has decided to cook."

"Maybe we shouldn't then." Elias suggested, making a face at the thought of the French models attempts at cooking.

Harry chuckled and they headed up a set of iron stairs to the second level that were the dancing, drama and tutor rooms. The room, closest to the staircase, door opened and a stream of dance students left, talking and laughing amongst themselves.

Among them was Jade, tall, curvy and dark with wide golden-brown eyes and straight brown hair that falls past her shoulders reaching nearly to her mid back. She grinned at them and glided over, as thought her feet hardly touched the floor. Harry had a feeling she had at least some veela blood in her as she was startling beautiful, even at fourteen.

Jade had been moving between foster homes since she was ten and had never been able to settle down. Her last foster father had made a move on her while drunk and she had broken his nose before making a run for it. That was only eight months ago and Harry had found her trying to make a cheap living as a whore.

"Ready?" Harry asked, leading them out the door.

"Yep." Jade nodded, smiling in that calmly way she possessed.

Harry led them outdoors, Skyler yelling at the cold, she had always been frail and the cold especially got to her. Elias handed her his blue sports jacket and she wrapped it around her shoulders, pulling it tightly closed.

Luckily the large apartment Harry, his foster children and his roommate Ambre (as well as her girlfriend Jenny on occasion) occupied was only two blocks away and they soon reached it.

The apartment was magical and took up the whole top floor, with a door leading onto the roof garden that Jenny and the children had made. Walking into the lavishly decorated sitting room they were all hit by a terrible burning smell.

"Oh Merlin, she is cooking." Elias moaned.

The swinging door to the kitchen was thrown open and a very annoyed French model stormed out. Ambre was slender and tall with curled blond-streaked-brown-hair, an oval face, sun-kissed skin and the most memorizing blue, golden flecked eyes, the golden changing shades according to her mood, right now they were blazing.

"And what, Elias Jacinto Duarte, does that mean?" Ambre spoke with the faintest undertone of French accent.

Elias cowered under her wrath and smiled hesitantly. "Um….nothing."

Skyler choked back her laugh and Jade smiled in amusement. Harry chuckled and decided to save his foster-son from his roommate's wrath.

"Ambre, is something burning?"

Ambre's eyes widened, forgetting her anger, and rand back into the kitchen cursing in French. The three teenagers disappeared into their rooms (the girls sharing a room together) and Harry flopped down onto his cream couch, turning on the radio on the side table. The soft, yet sharp music of the Sliver Dragon cut through the air, drowning out Ambre's cursing.

I want to...
take his eyes out; just for looking at you
yes I do
I want to...
take his hands off; just for touching you
yes I do (1)

Harry's heart ached and he cut the radio off sharply and sat, fuming now, as the song continued in his head, one of the many songs that had been written for him by the lead singer of the Silver Dragon, His secret ex-boyfriend of two years, Draco Malfoy.

The soft patter of the rain was drowned out by the beat of the instruments, the guitar, the bass and the drums playing in a beat. A silver-blond haired young man with cutting, quick silver eyes licked his dry lips and opened his mouth, his voice faltering then his fingers stilled on his instrument and the others followed, a mix of sighs and groans now filling the silence.

"Draco!"

Randy pulled off his headphones and frowned at the blond through the separating glass. Randy was a tall, well built man, the manager of the Silver Dragon and now a good friend of Draco Malfoy's. His dark red hair was sleeked back in a professional manner and he wore expensive robes, his eyes narrowed in annoyance.

Draco glared back and threw down his guitar, which feel with a BANG and CRACK, before wrenching open the door between the two rooms.

"It's no use Randy, I've got nothing! I've had nothing for two years and I'm not about to get my inspiration any time soon."

Randy growled and sat back in his chair. "You were going great! A whole album of number one songs and now just nothing! Whatever happened to your inspiration, you need it back, now!"

Draco flipped him off and grabbed his leather jacket, pulling it on and walking out of the studio and into the light rain. He was wearing designer jeans and a button down blue shirt and the wind nipped at his cheeks, ruffling his blond-silver hair.

Behind him the doors opened again and out stepped Blaise, the bass player and his best friend. Blaise stuffed his hands in his coat and stamped his feet against the cold.

"Come on man, you just need one song, it can't be that hard! You wrote a whole album in one year."

Draco shook his head. "I had my inspiration then."

Blaise gave him a crooked face-smirk. "You mean your secret boyfriend you wouldn't even tell me about?"

"Yep, the very same." Draco smirked, a hint of bitterness to it. Everyday for two years he had thought of his ex-secret-boyfriend, Harry Potter, whom he had foolishly let walk out of his life over a stupid argument.

"Then just take inspiration from the breakup or something." Blaise suggested. "Just hurry up and write something before Randy dose us all in."

Draco chuckled and nodded, the two heading back inside. Draco hummed a tune to himself, trying to think up lyrics to go with it. As they stepped back inside, Draco looked up and stopped, all colour in his face drizzling out.

Pulling away from a quick kiss with Randy was none other than his ex-secret-boyfriend who hadn't seen for two years, Harry Potter.

Harry wasn't sure what had made him want to date Randy, maybe it was his charming smile or the way he had been wiling to step back for Harry and give him room, not getting between his foster-children or his centre or any of his life and allowing Harry all the time he wanted. Maybe it was the need for another's affection.

Whatever it was, Harry had started to date Randy, slowly at first a date every fortnight, a walk through the park, then the two had gotten more serious, a few nights a week and soon Harry was comfortable enough around Randy to refer to him as his boyfriend.

Harry had known that Randy was a manger for two bands, although he had never really asked him which, and he traveled a lot. Harry had gone to meet him for a late dinner and when he turned at the sound of the door he couldn't help but gape.

Draco Malfoy.

Harry quickly recovered and schooled his features, smiling pleasantly at him, trying to hide his shock and unease at seeing the ex-Slytherin again. Draco looked impassive and Randy and Blaise were obvious to the two men's moods.

"Harry and I are heading out to lunch; I'll meet you all here tomorrow, hopefully with some music." Randy's gaze hovered on Draco at the last part before he looked down at Harry with a smile and the two slipped past the Silver Dragon band members and onto the street.

"You manage the Silver Dragon?" Harry asked once they were heading to the Leaky Cauldron.

"Yea, was my biggest band, until Draco lost his inspiration and can't write anymore music for shit." Randy looked down at Harry. "You two went to school together, huh? Were you guys close?"

"Used to be." Harry muttered.

Harry wasn't sure if Randy picked up on the undertone of his answer, but the manager smiled at him. "Are you doing anything for two weeks from Monday?"

"Um…I don't think so, why?"

"Well I have to go on a tour and seeing as how it's almost Valentine's Day and I'm going to New York, would you like to come?"

Harry smiled, two weeks in New York for Valentine's Day sounded perfect. "Of course I would."

"Great." Randy grinned. "We'll be leaving with Silver Dragon at noon on Monday."

"Silver Dragon!?"

"Of course." Randy nodded. "Is there a problem?"

"Uh…..no."

-TBC-

(1) Just For-by Nickelback, don't own! Good song.

So what do you all think? Good, bad, such rubbish I shouldn't continue?

To my Hope and Truth R&Rs

I have been asked to write a sequel but I won't be. Instead I'm posting a story challenge:

1. Hope and Truth 2 Story challenge:

2. The story must be based before or after the epilogue

3. You must have all the Malfoy-Potter children in the epilogue but you can add more if you want.

4. You must tell me if you want to take up this challenge and in your summary you have to have: Hope and Truth challenge.

5. You can make your own title for the story.

6. You can change or alter personalities to match your story.

Please REVIEW!

With love,

Harpy Wings.