Ugh, I am such an ass. I am so sorry that I've been neglecting my fics. Especially this one. I was going to get this up in October, but some stuff happened (my computer crashed, amongst other things), and I had to rewrite this. I was originally going to seperate this into two seperate chapters, but here's both of them in one chapter, as a sort of apology for the super long wait.
And, no, I haven't dropped this yet. I've got the story planned out for the long run, so hopefully I can get all of this out.
It starts to finally pick up from here. And a few things get cleared up here, so hopefully this is ok. Anyways, again, sorry for the long wait, but here it is! Enjoy.
Chapter 4
The first few days at Hogwarts were frightening for Blaine. He had gotten lost on the moving staircase several times, almost melted his cauldron on his first day of Potions, and had more than once fallen for Jeff and Nick's harmless, but crude pranks. Life at Hogwarts, Blaine quickly realized, was a lot more difficult than he expected. Thankfully, though, Harry, Kurt, David and Wes helped him along. Harry always picked him up for meals, and Wes and David lead him to the classes they shared. For classes that the trio didn't share, Blaine was surprised and delighted that Kurt was kind enough to guide him to classes that the two had together. The only course Blaine had that none of his friends had was Care of the Magical Creatures, but the class was easy enough to find as it was outside near Hagrid's hut.
The first week had been so busy that Blaine had put his plans to get Draco and Harry together, on hold. When the first weekend rolled by, Blaine thought he finally had time to think up a plan, however, the Warblers ended up planning their first performance of the year, and thus, on Friday night, Blaine found himself at his first ever Warbler meeting.
"We should play it on trumpets!" Nick suggested, hopping from David's bed to Wes' and back again.
"No! Kazoos!" Jeff waved his wand and an orchestra of kazoos popped up behind him and made horrible, horrible noise. Nick laughed and nodded frantically in approval.
With a wave of his wand, Thad dispelled the kazoos, "We're an acapella group, not some… zoo."
"With Jeff and Nick around, I'd beg to differ," David piped up, as Nick grinned and howled like a wolf as Jeff jumped on Thad's bed, swinging his arms around and made monkey noises.
Wes hit his gavel on a desk and cleared his throat as the noisy boys froze and silenced, "Back to the topic at hand…"
Blaine had been silent throughout the whole meeting, still not quite adjusted to the craziness that was the Warblers. Throughout his first week at Hogwarts, he came to realize how accepting and friendly his roommates were, as well as how diverse they were. Jeff and Nick were the rowdy couple, who were noisy and fun guys who loved to occasionally prank people. Thad, on the other hand, was on the other side of the spectrum; he was a quiet, serious guy who was orderly and didn't like to joke around. Wes and David were the perfect buffers for the two opposite personalities that were Jeff and Nick, and Thad. David was usually quiet, yet always one to pipe up with interesting and true one-liners. Wes, on the other hand, seemed to hold the most power amongst the group, with his beloved gavel. He was serious, like Thad, yet was also playful enough to joke around with Jeff and Nick. Blaine's eyes darted back and forth between his fellow roommates as they conversed.
Blaine had told his fellow roommates early on that he was gay. Blaine felt there was no point in hiding it, especially if he was going to be living with the same guys for the next two years. The Warblers took the information well, which was surprising to Blaine. Even at Dalton, where there was a zero bullying tolerance policy, there were still homophobes walking around who showed Blaine clearly that they didn't like his liking for boys. Blaine didn't understand how his roommates could be so accepting, and frankly, he was in awe. Wes had later on sat down with Blaine and explained that the Wizarding world was more accepting of same sex relationships. There would always be homophobes around, the majority of them being muggle-borns and half-bloods, who had been raised in the muggle community, but Wizarding law allowed same sex marriages. But then again, Wizarding law also allowed inter-species marriages, so one could say that the Wizarding law was very forgiving in comparison to the muggle community. Wes told Blaine that he understands that he is wary of disclosing such information, as Wes had grown up in a muggle community as well, but he told Blaine that the Warblers would always be there the back him up no matter what.
"Blaine? What would you like to sing?" Wes asked.
Snapped back to reality, Blaine looked at the Asian boy, confused. Clearly realizing that Blaine had zoned out throughout their conversation, Wes sighed and explained, "We've decided to showcase our newest voice by giving you the lead. So what song would you like to sing?"
"Um, wait, what? Shouldn't… shouldn't we hold an audition or something? Your voices are amazing; someone else should take the lead." Blaine said honestly and modestly.
Wes rolled his eyes, "Of course our voices are on par with your own-"
"We're the freaking Warblers, afterall!" Jeff piped up, popping a Bertie Ever Flavour Bean in his mouth, but scrunched up his face as he tasted earwax.
Not missing a beat, as if Jeff usually cut other people off, Wes continued, "But we've all agreed to showcase our newest member this time around. Also, the Warblers will have plenty of chances to perform all year around, so we'll all have a shot at the lead later on in the future. So, think about what song you'd like to perform for your Warbler debut."
Blaine nodded in understanding and accepted the lead. After a few minutes of thinking, Blaine smiled, "Animal by Neon Trees."
The other Warblers grinned and nodded in approval. Blaine had good taste in music, at least. Jeff and Nick laughed and bounced on Blaine's bed, singing the chorus of Animal at the top of their lungs. The Warblers spent the rest of the night thinking up harmonies and planning out their dance routine.
As Saturday night came, the Warblers started to prepare for their performance. Blaine was nervous. He'd performed in the choir back at Dalton, but the crowds had never been this big. And this would be his first time singing the lead. He was nervous, but he knew he had more than just the solo to focus on. Blaine thought his Warbler debut would be the perfect time to begin his plan on getting Harry and Draco together. Although his fellow Warblers didn't know about it, Blaine had managed to get them to help him with the plan. The only problem Blaine was worried about was what Kurt was going to say. Blaine still had not figured out what Kurt and Draco's relationship was, and it stressed him out to no end. He didn't want to be breaking up a couple, even if it was for the sake of his cousin. Of course, that was the only reason why Blaine was stressed about Kurt. Of course it had nothing to do with his nonexistent feelings for Kurt, and had all to do with Kurt and Draco's relationship being a possible hurdle he'd have to overcome when setting Harry and Draco up.
When dinner time finally arrived and students began to file in, Blaine watched carefully, pinpointing Harry immediately, who was with Ron and Hermione as usual. A few minutes later, Draco arrived to the Great Hall with Kurt beside him, as the pair took a seat at the Slytherin table.
Once most of the students and teachers were seated, the Warblers casted a Sonorus charm on themselves to make themselves louder than the student body in the Great Hall, and Wes casted one for Blaine. Blaine had yet to learn the Sonorus charm, he was only on Wingardium Leviosa. Blaine looked behind him at the rest of the Warblers, who gave him smiles and nods, indicating that it was time to start the show. Blaine inhaled sharply, hearing his breath loud and clear due to the charm, as he mustered up his courage and pushed open the double doors to the Great Hall and began to sing, with his fellow Warblers backing him up.
Upper years who had been accustomed to the usual outbreak of song from the Warblers looked at them with approving smiles and some whispered "about time they started their spectacles," amongst themselves. The first years were startled by the sudden song initially, but eventually smiled and cheered the 6th-year boys on. Nick and Jeff waved their wands, as bubbles spouted from them and floated around the room. Blaine sang gleefully and danced towards the Gryffindor table. He held out a hand to Hermione who laughed and took it, as she allowed him to spin her around. He then motioned for Ron to get up. As Ron did, Blaine passed Hermione to him, as the pair continued to laugh and dance. In the corner of his eye, Blaine could see the other Warblers do the same at the other House tables, as planned.
Soon enough, most of the students were up and dancing gleefully, as bubbles floated around them. Blaine managed to dance to the Slytherin table by then, and bowed slightly, holding his hand out to Draco Malfoy. The blond was surprised but hid it well as he raised a brow at the questioning hand. Blaine continued singing, never missing a beat as he smiled warmly at Draco. Through the corner of his eye, he could see Jeff dancing with Harry who was laughing and letting himself be twirled around multiple times by Jeff. Blaine was persistent as he held out his hand, and from an encouraging nudge from Kurt, Draco sighed, gave a shy smile and took the hand. Blaine grinned in victory and pulled Draco up, clasping each of his hands to Draco's as he danced with him. Draco let out a little chuckle as Blaine sang to him, eyes never leaving the blond's, grinning cheekily, as Blaine directed them to the middle of the room, where Harry was currently swaying with Jeff. Blaine's eyes met Jeff's over Draco's shoulder and with a twinkle of knowing in Jeff's eyes, Blaine twirled Draco around and let go of his hand as Jeff slipped away slyly from Harry. Upon turning full circle, Draco met face to face with Harry. Harry hid his initial surprise and blushed as he smiled shyly and raised a hand to Draco, silently asking him to dance. Draco looked at the hand and blushed lightly, gently fitting his own hand to Harry's. Harry's smile widened as he pulled Draco into the dance.
Blaine, by this time, had made it back to the Slytherin table, though he watched the entire exchange between Harry and Draco through the corner of his eye. Blaine smiled gently, continuing the song, as he raised his hand to Kurt this time, who had not been picked up by any of the Warblers yet and had not gotten up to dance on his own accord, as if just knowing that Blaine would come back for him. Kurt gracefully accepted the hand with a smirk, as Blaine was unexpectedly twirled and dipped. Luckily, Blaine had not been singing at the moment, or else his voice probably would have squeaked in surprise. Blaine recovered quickly and sang the last few lines without missing a beat. He danced gracefully with Kurt, he had Dalton's mandatory ballroom dance lessons to thank for that, while he sang the last notes to Kurt, as if serenading him.
By the end of the song, most of the students as well as a few teachers were on their feet and dancing with a partner. Headmistress McGonagall, who was still seated, got up with a smile and started clapping. Soon, the whole Great Hall was clapping and cheering as the Warblers grinned and bowed.
"Thank you for the energetic opening to dinner, Warblers," McGonagall spoke as students and teachers began to head back to their tables, exhausted and famished, but all with smiles on their faces.
"Thank you for letting me have this dance," Blaine said with a smile, and before Kurt could say anything, Blaine was bombarded by Warblers who began to pull him towards the Gryffindor table for a well deserved dinner.
As the song finished, Harry and Draco were smiling at each other and had not let go of each other. Panting lightly, Harry spoke first with a smile, "That was really fun, thanks."
Draco, as if snapped from the magic of the dance, pulled his hand quickly away from Harry and looked down on the floor, avoiding eye contact with Harry, "Don't count on it happening again, Potter." He mumbled, before stalking off to the Slytherin table. Harry looked at Draco's retreating form as he cocked his head. Draco's last phrase was void of any loathe and vile, it almost sounded embarrassed and it sounded incredibly cute to Harry. Harry grinned happily, as he went back to the Gryffindor table.
Sometime during the meal, Harry met eyes with Blaine, who was currently surrounded by Warblers and new fans of his voice. Blaine grinned victoriously as Harry cocked his head in question. Harry had no clue what Blaine was up to, but he just knew he was up to no good.
After dinner, Blaine headed out the Great Hall with the Warblers and a few girls who claimed to be the Warbler fanclub. Blaine found it quite annoying how the girls batted their eyelashes at him and bent over deliberately so he could see into their shirts at their not-so impressive breasts. Not that Blaine was attracted to them, but who said he couldn't judge, regardless? Blaine was close to blurting out that he didn't play for their team, when a hand was slapped over his mouth and he was dragged behind a stone statue. The Warblers didn't notice a thing, as the group continued walking towards the Gryffindor tower. Surprised, Blaine looked around frantically for the culprit of his kidnap. Behind him, Kurt stood, his hand retracted from Blaine's mouth as he crossed him arms and looked at Blaine sceptically. Blaine turned around to face Kurt, realizing just how small of a space the two were in.
"What are you up to, Anderson?"
Blaine raised a brow, noting that Kurt used his last name when angry. "Well, the Warblers gave me the solo, so I thought-"
"Not what I meant, and you know it." Kurt looks at Blaine accusingly, "I saw that look Blaine. What are you planning to do with Draco? He… he's fragile right now. You can't just push him towards someone! Especially not someone he has feelings for!" Oops. Kurt gasped, as his hands quickly went up to cover his mouth, as if putting them there would somehow retract everything he had just said.
Blaine blinked slowly, putting the thought of how cute Kurt acted to the back of his thoughts, as he slowly processed everything Kurt just said. "Wait… so you and Draco… you're not together?"
Kurt raised a brow, "Did we look like a couple?" Blaine nodded mutely, as Kurt snorted, murmuring to himself, "At least now we know it was convincing."
"What?"
"No! Nothing! We're not a couple." Kurt covered up quickly, and then went back to scrutinizing Blaine, "Stop trying to change the subject, Blaine."
For some reason, Blaine felt relieved to hear that Kurt and Draco weren't together, and quickly brushed off the thought as Blaine sighed, fidgeting with his hands nervously, "Well, it's not really my right to tell, but… I care about you, Kurt. Aside from my roommates and Harry, you're the only friend I have. And I really trust you. So… I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to tell anyone, alright?"
Kurt, realizing that it must be really important, if Blaine felt he had to say a whole monologue before getting to the point, and nodded mutely, motioning to zip his lips as if to say that his lips were sealed.
"Harry likes Draco, too."
Blaine bit his lip, wondering how Kurt would react to what he just said. In his mind, he was berating himself, wondering if Kurt liked Draco, but it was unconditional, since Draco liked Harry. He thought over and over again that he shouldn't have told Kurt, that Kurt was probably hurt because of this; until he felt more than heard Kurt all but squeal in excitement. Blaine looked up at Kurt who was grinning madly.
"This is just wonderful! I get it now, Blaine! You're trying to set them up, aren't you?" Kurt grinned at Blaine.
"Yeah," Blaine nodded in confirmation, as he bit his lip nervously, "You promise not to tell anyone about this right?" He had promised Harry that he wouldn't tell a soul, and yet here he was, one week into school and he'd already spilled Harry's secret. He usually wasn't like this, he took promises seriously, but Kurt just had this strange power over him. Like Blaine just knew that he could trust him.
"Only on one condition," Kurt said, and Blaine's heart stopped. A whole list of possibilities came up in his head, and none of them seemed to do good to him or Harry. He trusted Kurt, thought Kurt wouldn't let him down, but was he wrong after all? Kurt smirked, "Let me help with the matchmaking."
Blaine looked at Kurt, mouth open and gaping and speechless. Kurt rolled his eyes, "Still a Slytherin, Blaine. Our pact has to be beneficial to me as well."
Gotten rid of the initial shock, Blaine laughed full heartedly, "You got yourself a deal, Kurt." He brought up his hand to shake on it, inbetween the small space between their two bodies, as he blushed lightly realizing that their bodies were mere inches apart.
Kurt grinned, shaking his hand, but didn't let go, instead, he pulled at Blaine's hand and Blaine followed the Slytherin out from behind the statue.
"Would you like to come over to the Gryffindor tower? Wes and the guys are there for the Warblers' beginning of the year party, and he told me to bring a guest." Blaine asked, never letting go of Kurt's hand as he noted just how soft his hand was, and how perfectly it fit into his own hand.
"Are you asking me to be your date for your party, Blaine Anderson?" Kurt gasped and swooned dramatically, shoulders shaking with giggles.
Blaine grinned, "If you don't mind your date being a guy, then yes."
Kurt snorted, looking at Blaine with a serious face, "I thought you'd have caught on by now, Blaine. I'm gay." Kurt's voice showed a slight hint of sadness and pain as he uttered the last two words. He looked away from Blaine, as if not wanting to see Blaine's face show disgust and detest.
"So is that a yes?" Blaine smiled softly at Kurt.
Kurt looked at Blaine with slight shock, as he recovered quickly and the playful tone between them returned and Kurt rolled his eyes dramatically and sighed loudly, "Well, if I really have to."
Blaine laughed, squeezing Kurt's hand gently as he began to lead Kurt to the Gryffindor Tower, never letting go of his hand, "It's alright. I'm gay too."
The first three weeks of school were both frustrating and tiring for Harry. After a calm and relaxing summer at the Burrow, away from all the people and press, Harry had returned to a slew of questions and an exponentially increased number of fans. Many of the students were pulled from Hogwarts by their parents the year before due to Voldemort, and some families even went to the extent of moving countries in order to secure the safety of their family. When the students came back to a safe and Voldemort-free environment, of course they wanted to know everything that had happened, first hand. Along with being the Wizarding World savior, Harry had also earned a first class Order of Merlin award for his efforts in the war, titling him as the youngest wizard to be awarded with the title. Due to his now high status, it was only natural that his fanbase would also increase, especially since Harry himself was quite a striking wizard. His hair was messy as ever, but hung around his face, framing his well structured face beautifully. Lilac and Blaine had gotten rid of his old round-shaped glasses over the summer. Blaine deemed them an abomination to the fashion industry, and had bought him a new pair of large, black, thick-rimmed glasses, which Blaine had informed were 'in' this season in the muggle community. Harry didn't care much for the style, but they had been much more comfortable than his old pair, and had kept them. And behind those now-stylish glasses were the only feature that went unchanged throughout all the years. A pair of startling beautiful green eyes graced the world with warmth and amusement.
At the moment though, the green lost its shining sparkle, and found itself to be a dark forest green of irritation and disinterest. Harry was currently bombarded by fans and interviewers from the school newspaper. Harry looked sadly at one of the younger interviewers as his mind thought of Collin Creevy, the boy had always been on his tail, but now he missed the boy who had stuck around him like a puppy. Sighing, Harry dispelled the thought, telling himself that the past was behind him, as he ignored the questions and compliments, and started to walk towards the library, where he was absolutely sure Madame Prince would kick out the annoying pests around him for being too noisy. Harry passed Blaine walking with Wes and David, along the way as Blaine shot him a sympathetic look. Harry smiled a small, painful smile at Blaine as they passed by each other, neither of them acknowledging the other more than that.
Blaine and Harry had both agreed to keep information of their relationship a secret. Disclosing the fact would only bring more questions and interviewers and trouble to Harry. And Harry didn't want the same to befall upon Blaine. Blaine deserved to live a normal school life without the constant buzz of press around him. Blaine agreed that it would be best for both of them, and they would talk about it when either of them deems it appropriate to disclose their secret.
After dinner, Harry went back to the Gryffindor tower for some much needed rest, when he found Blaine in his dorm.
Blaine grinned, sitting on Harry's bed as he kicked his feet in the air, "Long day?"
Harry sighed loudly, and plopped down face first on his bed, beside Blaine's sitting figure. Laying his head on a propped up arm, Harry turned to look at Blaine, "Why are you here? How'd you even get in here?"
Blaine snorted, "Glad to know I'm welcomed, dear cousin. But if you must know, Ron let me in. I just finished Transfiguration with Hermione, and she was coming here to get Ron for some alone time," Blaine grinned cheekily and waggled his eyebrows at Harry. Hermione tutored Blaine in Transfiguration and Potions, and Harry tutored him in DADA and Charms. "Speaking of alone time, you're going on a date with me to Hogsmeade this weekend." It wasn't a question, but rather a demand. The first Hogsmeade trip was this weekend, and Blaine wanted to go with Harry?
Harry quirked a brow at Blaine, "What, you don't want to go with your Warbler friends, or Kurt?" Harry grinned, knowing fully well of Blaine's little crush on the Slytherin Prefect, even though Blaine himself wouldn't admit it.
"Nah, knowing my roommates, Jeff and Nick are probably going to play some prank that'll go horribly wrong, and I'll end up in the Hospital Wing for the rest of the school year. And besides, why would I ask Kurt on a date when I've got you?" Blaine grinned, dragging a finger across Harry's cheek sensually, as Harry rolled his eyes and swatted at Blaine's hand. "But really, I think Hermione deserves a Hogsmeade date with her boyfriend for being so good to me, don't you think? And who else would you hang out with, Harry?" Blaine looked pointedly at Harry. Hermione really had been good with Blaine, being patient when he couldn't do his transfiguration right, and helping Blaine clean up his mess when a potion went wrong.
Harry thought for a moment and sighed, "Sometimes I forget they're in a relationship and I'm the third wheel." He says bitterly, as he continued, "Fine, I'll give you a tour around Hogsmeade-"
"Date, dear cousin. It's a date, not a tour." Blaine grinned and got up from Harry's bed. "Thanks, Harry! Pick me up at 9, don't be late! And dress nicely!" Blaine grabbed Harry's face with a hand gently, and kissed his cousin on the cheek with a smack of his lips. Harry looked at Blaine with annoyance as he wiped at his cheek, rolling his eyes, the look of amusement never leaving his face as Blaine laughed heartedly and left his dorm.
True to his word, or rather, Blaine's demand, Harry arrived at Blaine's dorm at 9, his hair in a somewhat tamed state, and wearing new robes that Blaine and Lilac had gotten him. It was form fitting with gold stitching. Blaine had commented that it worked in favour of his nice figure. Harry didn't understand it much, but, at Blaine and Lilac's insistence, had gotten it. Knocking at the door, there was a tumble of noise behind the door as it opened to show a blonde and a brunette piled ontop of one another.
"Ah, it's the almighty Harry Potter! Boy Wonder extraordinaire! The Saviour of our wonderful Wizarding World!" The blonde grinned cheekily, underneath the brunette.
"What brings you to our lair, your majesty?" The brunette winked as he wound his arms around the blonde to make sure he didn't fall off the tall boy.
"I um… er, is Blaine around?" Harry didn't understand the Warblers much, never really interacted with them, but from what he could tell, they were a rowdy bunch. He was amazed that Blaine hadn't gotten himself killed yet.
"Ooh, are you going on a date with our Blainey boy? The Boy Who Lived, taking little old Blaine on a Hogsmeade date?" The blonde grinned, which earned him a smack on the head as Blaine appeared at the door. He was wearing muggle clothes. A cardigan, with a button up shirt underneath and a bowtie, and a pair of slacks, his hair was sleeked and his curls were tamed with muggle hair gel.
Blaine eyed Harry from head to toe and nodded in approval, "You clean up good, Potter." Blaine grinned and winked. Then he laced an arm through Harry's as he looked at Jeff and Nick, "You guys are just jealous that he's taking me on a date and not you." Blaine grinned, and started to lead Harry away from the door leaving Jeff and Nick to cock their heads in curiosity.
As Blaine and Harry arrived at Hogsmeade, Harry showed him a few of the more interesting stores, including Honeydukes. Blaine couldn't believe the amount of candy that the small store could fit in there. Blaine bought a little bit of candy, knowing for a fact that Jeff and Nick would stock up when they came, and Blaine could steal some from their stash later on. Upon leaving Honeydukes, Harry suggested they go to The Three Broomsticks. Upon walking towards the inn, Blaine saw a tall boy with light brown hair. Grinning to himself, he grabbed Harry's hand and skipped over to the boy.
"Hey Kurt!" Blaine smiled cheerfully, patting the brunette on the shoulder.
Kurt turned around and smiled, "Hey Blaine, fancy seeing you here at Hogsmeade."
Blaine snorted, "Yeah, cause you know, I'm a prude and would be holed up at Hogwarts on my first ever opportunity to go to Hogsmeade."
Kurt rolled his eyes and playfully teased, "The prude statement is absolutely fitting." The comment earned him a light smack on the shoulder from Blaine.
Blaine saw the shock of platinum blonde hair beside Kurt and grinned, "Hey, Draco. Did Kurt drag you out here? He's such high maintenance isn't he?"
Kurt glared playfully at Blaine, as Draco shifted uncomfortably beside Kurt, moving a bit behind Kurt as he gave a small nod, "Er… yeah."
Kurt looked at Draco aghast as he pouted, "Am not."
Blaine laughed heartedly as he invited Kurt and Draco to The Three Broomsticks. Harry opened his mouth to speak but gave a small frown instead as Blaine cut him off, telling the Slytherins that Harry wouldn't mind. Kurt agreed and didn't allow Draco to speak either as he gave a gasp, taking a closer look at Blaine's bag, which was different from his usual leather school bag. It was an expensive bag from a high end muggle fashion brand that Harry had never heard of. Well, he might have heard his Aunt Petunia talking about it once or twice, but it wasn't something he took interest in, so he quickly forgot about the topic. Kurt and Blaine immediately struck a conversation of muggle fashion brands, as the two walked a couple of footsteps infront of Harry and Draco.
The tension between Harry and Draco was undeniably there. Harry didn't know how to start a conversation with Draco. He peered at Draco through the corner of his eye and found the blonde head held high and looking forward, but biting his lip softly. He must be feeling just a nervous as himself, Harry figured. Clearing his throat a little bit to get Draco's attention, Harry spoke softly, "Er… those two seem to have hit it off, eh?"
Draco raised a blonde brow at Harry as Harry fidgeted a little bit under his gaze. Draco shrugged, "I swear, Kurt's fondness for muggle products is his only flaw."
Harry frowned slightly, and mumbled quietly, "There's nothing wrong with muggle products…"
Draco caught the disproving tone in Harry's voice as he bit his lip nervously, "I… I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way, really. I just meant, Kurt's obsessed with these brands and…" Draco gave a frustrated sigh, "Forget it. There's no point in me validating my point to you."
Harry looked at Draco with confusion, placing a hand gently, but before he could say anything, Draco flinched out of his grasp and Kurt and Blaine turned around.
"After you, gentlemen," Blaine grinned cheekily, as they arrived at The Three Broomsticks and Blaine held out the door for the other three students, seemingly not sensing the incredible amount of tension between Harry and Draco. Draco slid past Blaine, muttering a thank you as Harry walked in with a worried look plastered on his face. Blaine and Kurt exchanged nervous looks behind the other pair's backs as Harry found the four a table near the back of the pub.
Kurt grinned watching the other three slid into their seats, as the teen patted Blaine on the shoulder, "You haven't had butterbeer yet, right? Hold on, you've got to try this, it's brilliant."
Blaine cocked his head in question as Kurt went over to the bar to grab them drinks, hips swaying happily as he walked. Blaine tried his hardest to look away, but all he could do was gape at those mesmerizing hips. Behind clasped hands, Harry muffled a snort at Blaine's facial expression. Blaine shot Harry a glare as Harry looked away, pretending to ignore Blaine. Draco, throughout the whole silent conversation between the cousins, had his eyes casted downwards, quiet and withdrawn.
Kurt came back, levitating 4 mugs of butterbeers as they were set down on the table, and he slid into his own seat beside Draco. Nudging a mug over to Blaine, Kurt smiled, "Try it, try it. You'll love it."
Blaine chuckled at Kurt's enthusiasm, as he saw the two 8th years drink their butterbeers without a word. Shrugging, Blaine picked up his own mug and took a sip. His eyes widened as he looked at Kurt, "This is so good." And with that, Blaine took another large gulp of the warm liquid.
Kurt laughed, "I told you so."
Licking his lips happily, Blaine continued to chatter on with Kurt, now moving on to the differences between Vogue US and Vogue UK. Whatever that was. Harry hadn't a clue what the two sixth years were talking about, and it all sounded like gibberish to him. Afterall, what the bloody hell were lapels, knife pleats, and mauve? Harry and Draco stayed silent while the other two teens spoke between each other. The air was thick and awkward. Harry kept himself busy by taking sips of his butterbeer and watching all of the other customers in the packed bar. Harry snuck a few glances at Draco who was currently pressed to Kurt's side, shoulder to shoulder, and his eyes not leaving the wooden table, as if the table was the most interesting thing he had ever seen.
"-No way. You haven't been to Zonko's yet? Merlin, some date Mr. Potter over here is!" The exclaimation broke though Harry's train of thoughts as he looked over at Kurt, who looked over at Blaine in disbelief. Harry saw Kurt get up as Blaine cocked his head.
"Where are you going?"
"We," Kurt corrected, grabbing onto Blaine's hand and pulling him out of his seat, "We are going to take a trip to Zonko's. Personally, I could do without one or two extra joke shops, but I think you'll love it." Kurt smiled at Blaine as he turned to the other two students, "We'll be back. Don't move from the table, we'll come back soon, and we'll all go back to Hogwarts together, alright? Now play nice, boys." Kurt grinned as he pulled Blaine rather forcefully out the pub.
Blaine stumbled over a pebble once they were outside, as Blaine looked at Kurt wildly, "What… what are you doing?'
Kurt finally slowed down, and let go of Blaine's hand, blushing lightly, "Sorry," he muttered as he shrugged, "Those two obviously need some time alone to talk through everything. We should give them some privacy."
Blaine sighed, "I just hope they actually do talk about it, than just sitting there awkwardly until we come back…"
Kurt nodded in agreement, "Knowing Draco, he's probably not going to initiate anything. He got into quite some trouble for speaking up in the past, and…" Kurt shook his head, "Anyways, Zonko's?"
Blaine, not wanting to push Kurt, understanding that they must have had a rough past, with everything that went on in the war, nodded and grinned, slipping his hand back into Kurt's and started swinging their arms in time to their footsteps, happily and started walking forwards, "To Zonko's!"
Kurt rolled his eyes, pulling on their hands and turned around, "Zonko's is in the other direction, you idiot."
Kurt smiled affectionately at Blaine as Blaine snorted, muttering an, "I knew that," under his breath as he let himself be pulled by the hand over to the joke shop.
Harry waited for Blaine and Kurt's return for what he swore was over an hour, though it might have been only 10 minutes. He had not said a word to Draco since Kurt and Blaine left for the joke shop. Draco sipped at his butterbeer quietly as he kept his eyes downcast. Harry didn't understand it. Why was Draco so quiet? Usually, Draco would have taken any chance to throw insults at Harry, and yet here they were, sitting across from each other, not insults, no fights, but no talking either. Harry wanted to know what happened to Draco, for him to be so withdrawn and silent, and yet Harry couldn't bring himself to say anything to Draco.
Then it hit him, Draco must hate him. No, of course Draco would hate him. Afterall, Harry couldn't prevent the Dementor's kiss from befalling onto his father. Harry had been at the Malfoy's trial after the war. Harry had to do what he thought was right. So he testified for the Malfoys. He recalled Draco helping him out during the war, not giving him in to Voldemort, throwing him his wand, just everything. Draco had been perfect in the war, Harry knew he owed him his life. He also recalled Mrs. Malfoy claiming he was dead, to Voldemort. If Harry owned more than one life, he bet they'd all end up belonging to the Malfoys. That was just how much he felt in debt to them. So he testified for them.
Mr. Malfoy, though, at this point had gone completely insane. After the fall of his master, he went mad. Mr. Malfoy claimed that Voldemort wasn't dead, even though Harry had seen the Dark Lord turn to ashes with his own very eyes. Mr. Malfoy said that Voldemort would be back, and he'd come kill Harry for ruining his plans. Because all of the Elder Malfoy's insane claims, Harry didn't have enough evidence proving the Senior Malfoy's innocence, and therefore was punished with the Dementor's Kiss. Harry regretted it to this day, that he couldn't save everyone from the Malfoy family. Even though Harry couldn't stand the Elder Malfoy, he thought that Draco loved his father. Afterall, Draco was always talking about him, always singing his praises, was always so proud to be a Malfoy.
Harry sighed, the guilt eating him up at the point, when he heard palms hitting the table loudly and the screech of a chair, and he looked up to see that Draco had gotten up.
"Ok, this is stupid. I know you hate me, and can't stand me being in the same room as you, so I'm just going to leave." Draco mutters, the self-loath dripping off of every word.
Harry grabs his wrist quickly before Draco could walk out the door, as he looked at the blonde in confusion, "What? Wait, no. No, I don't hate you, Malfoy. I don't." Harry said as Draco looked at him in disbelief. "Really. Why… why don't you sit down? I… I'm sure Kurt's going to kill you if you leave. Afterall he said that he wanted to see us here when they got back…"
Draco sighed, and as if he just knew Kurt would hex his balls off if he left now, went back to his seat.
"Look, Malfoy… Draco." Harry's hand moved from Draco's wrist to clasp over his hand, "Draco, I know we haven't been on good terms, and we've had our differences in the past… but, I'd like to get to know you." Harry said earnestly, unconsciously rubbing his thumb soothingly over the back of Draco's hand as the blonde doesn't move.
Draco sighed, eyes glistening a little bit with unshed tears and frustration as he looked straight into Harry's startling green eyes, "Why are you doing this to me?" He whispered, and Harry looked at him in confusion, not quite understanding what he was doing wrong. "Are you always trying to speak to me and be nice to me because you want me to feel guilty? To feel sorry? To feel absolutely miserable for what I did to you? Because it's working and I hate it." Draco elaborates as he all but breaks down and sobs infront of Harry.
Shocked at the sudden outburst, Harry is suddenly extremely grateful that their table was tucked in the back corner of the pub, away from most of the other customers, as he scoots his chair closer to Draco, hand never leaving the blonde's. Draco doesn't pull away, he just stares hard at the table, and willing his tears away. Taking in a breath slowly, Harry spoke quietly beside Draco, "You know, I don't blame you for anything that you did during the war. I even… even wanted to thank you. Because you saved me. Not just once, but multiple times. I owe you my life, Draco," Harry said softly.
Draco scoffed, heart skipping a beat when he finally realized that Harry called him by his first name, and muttered, "You owe me nothing, Harry. One the contrary, I'm the one who owes you my life. You're the one who bailed my mother and I out of Azkaban."
Harry's hand suddenly freezes over Draco's as he tightens his grip over the pale hand, and looked earnestly in Draco's beautiful silver eyes with a pained expression on his face, "Draco, I'm so, so sorry. Your father, I couldn't save him. I couldn't prevent him from getting the Dementor's Kiss. I wanted to save you, all of you. But, I guess I just don't have the power. And you do not know how much I regret it, Draco. I'm sorry."
Draco looked at Harry, slightly shocked at the apology before sniffling a little bit turning his hand so his palm faced upwards and intertwined Harry's fingers with his, giving it a tight squeeze, "No, Harry. Stop it. You shouldn't feel guilty. You saved me. You saved my mother. My father he… he wasn't a good person. Never was. I miss him, yeah. He was my father. But ever since sixth year, I stopped viewing him as my father. He gets what he deserves. So, Harry, please, don't feel guilty about it. You did all you could do, no, you did more than that. And… thank you,"
Harry looked over at Draco and gave a small smile, "So, friends?"
Draco looked at Harry haughtily, nose turned up, "You dare reject my friendship a second time and I will hex you to next year, Potter."
Harry laughed, pulling his hand away from Draco's as he stuck it out between them, "This time, I'll be the one extending my hand in friendship." Nudging his hand forward a little bit more, he said, "Harry Potter."
Draco gave a small smile, shaking his head and clasped his hand to Harry's, giving a hearty shake as he said, "Draco Malfoy."
"So, Malfoy, what do you think of Kurt and Blaine? An insane pair, aren't they?" Harry grinned.
Draco snorted, "Kurt hasn't stopped talking about that kid for a week already. And now that he's discovered someone who's interested in muggle fashion as much as him, he's never going to let the poor boy go."
Harry laughed, "Blaine's the same. Poor boy's in denial though."
"Who's in denial, now?"
Harry turned to see Kurt and Blaine grinning at him, in Blaine's hand was a small paper bag with what Harry assumed were Zonko's products. "Took you two long enough." Harry said, as the two took their seats.
"Sorry. I literally had to drag Blaine out of the shop, I swear, he would've lived in that shop if he was allowed to." Kurt rolled his eyes, taking a sip of Draco's butterbeer, since his was long gone before the pair had left to Zonko's.
Blaine shrugged, taking a large gulp out of Harry's mug as Harry glared at him, "That shop was totally awesome though. It's got nothing on George's shop, but it's still amazing. Did you know there are candies that'll change your skin blue? We could be freakin' Avatars!"
The other three boys just looked at Blaine with blank expressions on their faces as Blaine rolled his eyes, "Nevermind. Muggle thing."
Kurt snorted, "You are such a muggle, Blaine." Blaine pouted, as Kurt got up, "Anyways, ready to head back?"
The group started walking towards the carriages as Harry and Draco were talking about their Potions essay, which, obviously, Harry had not yet even touched. Draco was fussing over how Harry really should keep up with his homework, or he might just fail, as Harry complained that Draco was just as bad as Hermione. Draco rolled his eyes and pointed out that there was a reason they were Head Boy and Head Girl, afterall.
Kurt and Blaine walked a few steps behind the other two as they smiled to each other, as they shared a high five. "I'd say this is going pretty well, don't you?" Kurt grinned.
Blaine smiled, nudging Kurt's shoulder lightly in affection, "Yeah. Thanks for helping out."
Kurt smirked, "Oh, we're not done yet, Blaine Warbler. Onto phase two."
So now you know that Kurt and Draco are not a couple! I have their relationship all planned out, but I won't spoil it just yet. Everyone will just have to wait until Kurt and Draco's background story is revealed.
And again, I'm going to repeat, I will not be putting the lyrics to well-known songs into this. I'm pretty sure most of you have heard the song, and you can always google the lyrics, if you wish.
And I've hit (and passed) the 20 reviews mark! Thank you to every who reviewed, and, again, I'm so sorry I've neglected this for so long. I hope I won't be taking such a huge break again.
Reviews are loved! Feel free to electronically slap me across the face for neglecting this story for such a long time, in the reviews.
Next Chapter: Kurt comes face to face with a homophobic bully and seeks Blaine's advice. Harry and Draco don't know how to get closer with each other, though they both wish to. Maybe they just need another push from Kurt and Blaine.
