BEFORE ANYTHING ELSE:

Big thanks to my favourite cheerleader and friend The Fragile Night Rain for being just generally brilliant with ideas and helping me so much.

And thanks to my reviewers :)

Sorry for the waiting but I'm a busy girl, honest. If I tried to rush this is would be worse then it is and we would all suffer for it :P Uni's keeping me stressed and stretched at the moment, but bear with me.

BEHOLD: A chapter! New characters! Tea and hot chocolate! Music session! Sirius Draco and Angry Harry!

"Forgive me if I'm wrong Draco, but aren't you supposed to be working on being artistic and creative right now?"

"What? I am!"

Pansy Parkinson looked at him over her glasses, "Every picture I've seen is a smirking Harry Potter. It's hardly artistic or creative."

"It's not like Potter does anything other then smirk."

"And I suppose Weasley and Granger don't do anything at all then?"

"What?"

"Well, why isn't there any pictures of them in here?"

"There's at least one of Granger," he muttered absently, "and they're hardly interesting anyway."

"So you admit Potter's interesting then?"

"Pans, stop lawyering me," snapped Draco, "and take of those stupid glasses."

"Don't try to change the subject. You think Potter's interesting, don't you? "

"Admit it Pansy, you don't even need them."

"You admit that you're overly focussed on Potter and then maybe I'll listen to your inane babbling."

"I mean, everyone knows you only wear them to make you look smarter."

Pansy's eyes narrowed, which was a danger sign as clear as the sky was blue, "Draco Malfoy, you listen to me!"

"I will not be intimidated by you Pansy," he hissed, "You'll do well to remember that I am legacy and I am Slytherin and as such I know all the formulas. Any way your accusations are unfounded."

"I'd say I have fair foundation in the form of roughly twenty photographs of Potter looking like he want to eat you, but fine. Ignore me. You're the one missing out."

"Missing out on what, may I ask?"

"You're a smart boy, you'll work it out."

Draco glared at Pansy; if there was anything he hated more then being patronised then it was not knowing something. Not knowing things got him in all kinds of trouble; not knowing why legacy isn't always best, not knowing that Umbridge would ask politely but forcefully that he live with Harry Potter when he confided his photography master concept and, most recently, not knowing why he had only taken photos of his most hated enemy of all time.

"Tea, Draco?"

"Of course, Pansy."

"And, just quietly, I think you should start taking this job a little more seriously Draco."

And Pansy was right, of course, like always.

Fuck Pansy.

"Fuck You and Your Slut? That's an actual song?"

Harry laughed and broke his cookie into smaller bits before dunking it into his hot chocolate, "Hermione's title. It actually makes complete sense once you hear the song."

"Was it possibly written after Lavender's little visit to Grimmauld Place?"

"How do you know she was there?"

"I'm a music journalistic. It's my job to know these things about you. Also, I heard mum yelling at Ron when he and Lav visitted the burrow yesterday."

"Points for deduction, Ginny," Harry teased, "but actually she wrote it back in fourth or fifth year. You know, when 'Won Won' and 'Lavi-Love' started dating that first time."

"Oh, God it's sickening."

"It's almost gruesome."

"Speaking of sickening, what on Earth is happening with your lyrics?"

"I have no fucking idea, it's just happening that way! No matter what I do it's all, 'I'm invisible' and 'he'll never notice me'. Too be honest I feel like a teenage Hufflepuff in heat."

"What? Vague, horny and misunderstood?"

"Pretty much."

"Oddly enough it coincides perfectly with Draco Malfoy's arrival in your house."

"Whatever. How's Neville doing?"

"He's been playing with plants all year long. How do you think he's doing? But back to Malfoy arriving on your doorstop and inspiring you to write like a weeping willow."

"You are so full of shit."

"Fine, but I've planted the seeds and now all I have to do is sit back and watch them take root."

"Seriously?"

"As serious as ring bark."

"You can fuck off right now. I've changed my mind, maybe marrying a botanist is not a good plan for you. I'm calling Neville and breaking the engagement before you go barking mad."

Ginny laughed, "Trees have bark."

"Don't think I won't call him, 'cause I will!"

"Don't think I'll ignore how much you love Draco Malfoy, 'cause I won't!"

"This is not a conversation about Malfoy, this is a conversation about your incessant plant references," Harry hissed, "and futhermore I do not love Draco Malfoy. I don't even like the git."

"Even so, you have to somehow fix your writing."

And Ginny was right again. She was always fucking right.

Fuck her and fuck her tacky tree metaphors.

After spending another hour with Ginny eating biscuits, laughing and occasionally dodging the odd sentence or two about his obvious love for Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter walked in to his front room watching Draco taking photos of absolutely nothing.

He raised his eyebrow and stood there until Malfoy noticed him.

"What on earth are you doing Malfoy?"

"My job."

"Which is apparently taking photographs of my empty front hall."

"If you must know, I was photographing the Black legacy seal which is jumbled with all this junk. It's the contrast of both social and aesthetic-"

"That junk," Harry interrupted, "if you must know, is my soccer gear, my music stand and my guitar. Which I need at the moment."

"What could you need soccer gear, a music stand and a guitar for?"

"Just the guitar you git, unless you want to see me in my soccer uniform? Have I discovered the Malfoy Legacy kink?"

Draco blushed and rolled his eyes, "Don't disrespect my family."

Harry laughed but Draco failed to see what was so funny. With a smile on his face that irritated Draco to the core, "I need the guitar for the writing session, which you might want to photograph. You know, that being the reason you're infecting my house with your manners and your Legacy-ness."

"Somehow, Potter, I fail to see how you have a reputation as a word-smith. Legacy-ness? I can see why you failed English."

"You fail to see a lot of things Darling."

"Don't call me that!" The words ground out from between Draco's teeth. Potter was unbearable, Potter was rude and Potter was taking a liberty he was not in a entitled to take! What was wrong with Potter? Did he not know anything about the way things were? Did he not understand anything about society? Even Potter's father, a man who married outside Legacy bounds, would turn in his grave to hear his son violate almost every rule of speech in the book, and almost daily too.

Harry laughed his low chuckle and picked up his guitar from the pile of 'junk' and ruining the accidentally brilliant arrangement Draco had been so carefully photographing. Draco huffed and stomped up the stairs after him, "Oi! You ruined my carefully arranged shot. Fucking wanker! Listen to me!"

Harry only chuckled and kept walking into the small room which used too be the bedroom Weasley's twin brothers slept in when they stayed at Grimmauld Place with the team from Phoenix Records. Harry loved the scorch marks and odd explosions of paint and other coloured liquids that covered the walls. He often wondered what they actually did up here to make such a mess; too this day no one knew anything more then the end product as they swaggered out with a brightly coloured this or that for their joke show. Harry laughed again as he thought about what Draco would make of the room, the twitch in his eyebrow when he looked at the stained walls that should be pure white, and the thin line his mouth would become when he saw the mess of notebooks on the music stands and stacks of papers lying on top of books and tables and floors. Let him try to clean the place; Harry couldn't wait for Ron's explosion when he tried to move on of the piles of paper and sheet music that were gathering around his bass and keyboard.

He laughed as Draco walked in, but his laugh died on his lips as Malfoy's eyes widened in excitement and he began taking photographs of the messy stacks and the books and the marks on the wall. He took photos of Mione sitting with a cocked eyebrow in Harry's direction but otherwise stoic and patient. He took photos of Ron with his bass in his lap, idly strumming away, waiting for Harry to suggest a point for the session; would they write today? Would they rehearse? Or would they just play? He didn't however, take many photos of Harry at all.

Draco zoomed in on Harry's notebook and once again marvelled at the photogenic gift this scorched up old room was. The colours and the vibrancy and the dirt and the grunge of this band all captured in this one room. He wondered if there was a magic behind it or if it's wall were the spark of inspiration that made this band brilliant, as he grudgingly had to admit it was. Even Harry's notebook was a brilliant picture in this room; the light made the yellowed pages pop and the black spidery scrawls look more like art then letters. He sat back and took pictures of the band working in this vibrant room, listening to them first play a song that was apparently from yesterdays session. It was a song about being unnoticed and struck a chord inside him that he didn't even know existed. Hermione Granger was taking it upon herself to educate Draco about the songs in a low whisper in the moment where Harry stood staring at the paper before making frantic changes and almost shouting directives. He was shocked to learn that Potter wrote the song almost by himself; Draco had not believed Harry Potter capable of feeling unnoticed.

They then moved on too writing what, Granger informed him, was completely new material. The new material were punchy energetic songs about irritation and stupidity that Potter sung with a pointed look in Draco's direction. Potter's face was so passionate that it was hard not to take his picture, but Draco remembered Pansy's words and held his ground as Potter got more and more angry and connected with the music more and more, until the end of the days music session and Harry stood there huffing and glaring so intensely that Draco couldn't resist.

The flash popped in Harry's direction for the first time that day and he found himself inexplicably relaxed as he finally felt Draco's gaze fixed on him through the camera lens. Harry Potter was not a man to be ignored.

Not even by Draco fucking Malfoy.

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