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Friday night found Harry in the city, walking through crowds of people looking for Hermione and Ron. They were on their way to see the Screaming Snitches, a band which all three of them loved, in concert and they were supposed to meet up 15 minutes ago. Harry cursed as he checked his watch for the millionth time in five minutes. Hermione had managed to score some tickets last minute from one of her friends in the ministry, used their coins from Hogwarts to let Harry and Ron know where to meet her, and told them not to be late. Naturally, Harry was running behind.

As Harry wormed his way between two very large scantily-clad witches, he caught a glimpse of the street sign where they were supposed to meet up. Rather than seeing either Hermione or Ron however, Harry saw a big brown barn owl sitting patiently on top of the lamppost with a scroll tied to its leg.

Harry approached the lamppost and the owl swooped down to land on Harry's shoulder. He quickly untied the string, setting the owl free, and unrolled the piece of parchment to see Hermione's neat cursive writing glowing back at him.

"Harry," the note began. "Ron and I have gone inside to get our seats, so come find us when you get here. We waited, but couldn't risk them giving our seats away so hurry up and get inside!"

Harry crumpled up the paper and shoved it into his robe pocket. Surprised she didn't send me a howler, Harry thought, knowing that Hermione would probably have preferred to do so. It irritated her when people didn't show up on time and he knew it. He just couldn't get himself to move very fast lately.

It had been three days since Hermione told harry the details of his drunken tirade against Malfoy, and Harry hadn't spoken to either Ron or Hermione since then. In fact, the only communication between them had been the invitation to attend the concert and that was done by owl. Harry shuttered and rubbed his arms against the chill that was slowing infecting the night air.

Harry turned to walk into the concert center and ran smack into a thin body hurrying the other direction.

"OW!" A sharp yelp was let out and Harry tumbled to the ground, limbs tangling with the other person.

"What the bloody…..Potter!" Harry's eyes shot open at the harsh voice that spoke his name.

"Oh my gosh! I'm …so sorry…." Harry stuttered as he tried to regain his composure. "Malfoy?"

"Yes of course it is Potter…..You can get off me now!"

"Oh,….uh, I'm sorry. Here, let me help you up," Harry said as he tried to untangle their legs so he could stand up. Harry held out his hand to Draco who was lying on the ground still thoroughly flustered.

Draco ignored Harry's outstretched arm and got up, brushing off the grit now clinging to his freshly pressed robes.

"You just can't get enough of smacking me around can you Potter?" Draco asked through clenched teeth.

"Draco, I'm sorry. I totally didn't see you there." Harry tried to sound sincere. "I wasn't looking and…"

"That's right, you weren't looking," Draco said hastily. "You never pay attention. You are always too concerned with yourself to worry about anyone else."

Draco cast a cleaning charm on himself and began to walk away from Harry in a huff.

"Draco wait!" Harry called, but Draco was already swiftly moving through the crowd.

"Draco!" Harry chased after him, intent on catching up with the slender, blonde boy weaving through the throngs of people that filled the street.

Harry caught Draco's arm and spun him around, "Will you just wait a second!"

In an instant, Draco's wand was out pointing directly into Harry's chest.

"Leave me alone Potter!" Draco hissed. "I don't know what more you want from me. First you accost me in the bar and embarrass me in front of my friends, then you ambush me at Weasley's, and now you practically molest me in the street. It seems that nowhere is safe from you!"

Harry looked blankly into Draco's eyes. Those grey, steely eyes. Harry found them so attractive. So seductive. Draco's scowl broke Harry's trance.

"Leave me alone. You have already said all you have to say about your opinion of me, and frankly, I could give a blast-ended skrewt what you think."

Draco removed his wand from Harry's throat, and turned to walk through the crowd.

"Draco," Harry began, but it was already too late. The head of blonde hair disappeared from Harry's view and was lost in the throng, leaving Harry feeling flustered, frustrated, and disappointed. He had meant to track down Draco and try to mend the whole situation, but when actually confronted with Draco, he froze.

Faced with the object of his obsession, Harry Potter was weak. Vulnerable. He hated that Draco had that kind of power over him.

"Fuck," Harry cursed under his breath. "How could I have been such a prat?"

He turned and shuffled slowly into the concert hall, not very excited about seeing the show after all that had happened.

Later that evening, back at his apartment, Hermione, Ron, and Hermione were talking excitedly about the concert.

"I couldn't believe he actually floated over the audience to sing that song!" Hermione said excitedly about one of the band members.

Ron shook his head in agreement. "I know! If we only would have been like four rows closer, I might have caught the shirt he threw into the audience."

Both Harry and Hermione looked at Ron, questioningly, their eyebrows raised.

"Oh what!" Ron exclaimed, turning bright crimson. "Don't tell me that either one of you wouldn't have wanted to catch that shirt!"

Ron looked from Hermione to Harry, then back to Hermione. "Well…..not cuz I…..he's famous…..it's only….oh whatever! Piss off the both of you!" Ron exclaimed exasperated.

Hermione burst into laughter as Harry joined her.

"We're just giving you a hard time Ron! Calm down" Hermione giggled as Ron acted thoroughly insulted.

"Not that we would care Ronald," Hermione said in between fits of laughter. "I wouldn't care if you were into blokes."

Ron stood up and stuck out his tongue at the both of them. "I'm using the loo. This conversation better be over when I return."

Hermione giggled as Ron left the sitting room still pretending to be upset..

"Did you really mean what you said Mione?" Harry inquired once Ron was out of the room.

"About what?"

"Well about not caring if Ron was into blokes and stuff," Harry continued attempting to appear nonchalant.

"Of course," Hermione said through a mouth full of shortbread crackers. "Who Ron dates is completely his business. You as well for that matter Harry."

Harry felt his face flush at the last comment.

"I would hope that we are good enough friends that something like that wouldn't matter. I would just want either of you to be happy."

Harry's mind swam at the thought of telling Ron and Hermione about his attraction to Draco. They may be okay with his choice of sexes, but there was no way they would approve of Harry going after a Slytherin. The skinny blonde-haired Slytherin in particular.

"You want who to be happy?" Ron inquired as he came back into the room.

Hermione looked up with a grin on her face. "I was just telling Harry that I would want both of you to be happy, no matter if you fancied blokes."

Ron rolled his eyes and threw up his hands in frustration. "I thought we were done with this!"

Hermione giggled. "We are, we are. Harry and I were just finishing the conversation."

Ron looked warily at both of them. "I've got to get going anyway. I have an early morning tomorrow and I can't keep being late."

Ron walked over to the fireplace and grabbed a handful of floo powder. "Thanks for the good time guys. See ya back at home Mione. Bye Har." He threw the powder into the fireplace, stepped into the haze, and with a woosh was gone.

Hermione looked at Harry and shook her head, laughing to herself.

Harry bit his lower lip, nervously pondering the question he was about to ask. Hermione beat him to speaking, "So how are you holding up Harry? I know you've been a little preoccupied lately. What's on your mind?"

Harry couldn't believe she could read him so well. It wasn't exactly a secret that he had a lot on his mind, but it seemed that she always knew exactly when he was struggling with a question or thought.

"I'm okay. I've been thinking a lot about Draco…." His voice faded off. "I ran into him before the concert tonight."

"You did?" Hermione's eyes searched Harry for more information.

"I literally ran …..into…him. As in, I bowled him over and ended up lying on top of him in the middle of the street."

"Wow. How did that go over?"

"Not good. He shouted at me that I'd already pretty much ruined his life and he didn't want anything to do with me. He told me to leave him alone and walked away." Harry thought about the look of hate that filled Draco's eyes as he spit out the words towards Harry.

"Well, he was hurt pretty badly by what you said…I'm not sure that he's ready to forgive you yet Harry." Hermione said sympathetically.

Harry nodded his head in understanding. "Where does he work?"

"Har…"

Harry cut off Hermione's objection. "I'm not looking to make trouble Hermione, I just want to know where to find him so I can work on making things right."

Hermione was silent, her eyes searching Harry's pleading face. Harry had to know how to get in touch with Draco. He had felt a real connection with the boy when they were face to face, and the memory of his gaze hadn't left Harry's mind.

"Please," Harry added quietly.

Hermione took a deep breath and let it out slowly, weighing the option of telling Harry, or withholding the information.

"He, uh…"Hermione hesitated, unsure if she should continue. "He actually works at the ministry with me. He started there about 6 months ago in the newly created Defense Against the Dark arts department. He's the head of the department and is actually doing pretty well." She paused, letting the new information sink in. "He's actually pretty decent now Harry."

Harry nodded. "I'm sure he is. Just….just not towards me."

"Give him time Harry. He'll come around."

Harry nodded again, this time meeting her gaze.

"I'm going to go see him Mione. I have to make him understand. I have to apologize." Harry began running the words that he would say to Draco through his mind, convincing himself he was doing the right thing. He knew that tomorrow would be the day he confronted Draco.

"Please be careful Harry. You don't want to make things worse."

"I will Mione. I have an idea that may work…."

TBC….