A/N: This chapter is dedicated to m-lightkiss for being the first to guess correctly. HAPPY 28th HARRY!!

Oh and I should probably warn you that this chapter hasn't been beta'd since her computer is at the moment dead.. I'll upload the fixed one probably when the next chapter comes up. Enjoy. :D

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Harry placed his glasses on as a smile broke out over his face. "I never thought I'd see you here Neville!" He laughed as he gave the other man a looking over. Neville had grown to at least 6'4 since last time he'd seen him, easily towering over Ron. The fat that had once adorned his middle was all but gone and in it's place was a healthy thickness. His hair was still cut short and groomed nicely, just as his ears still stuck out. But on the whole Neville Longbottom had grown into a nice looking man, even if he wasn't Harry's type.

Neville smiled happily as he brushed off some dirt. "I could say the same about you."

Harry laughed. "Yes, well I was forced. Had no choice in the matter." He replied lightly.

Neville smiled and pushed himself off the ground offering Harry a hand. "Caeli invited me too, won't take no for an answer that one." He replied knowingly.

Harry shook his head thinking back to the note. She seemed like a really sweet person but she had a way of making it hard to say no. Harry figured it was a Malfoy trait, even if you weren't born a Malfoy if you spend too much time with one you became manipulative. "Yeah I'd noticed."

"She's got a good heart though." Neville sighed.

Harry nodded not really sure if he agreed since he really didn't know her. "So how do you know her? I know you didn't meet through Draco that's for certain."

A bark like laugh made it's way out of his throat. "No, no. We meet a little while after...uh.." Neville shifted uncomfortably. "You know the wedding." He finished lamely rubbing the back of his head with a large hand. "She's really into plants and came to the store I work at asking about some rare levitating roses for her bedroom. We just sort of became friends." He smiled.

"That's nice." Harry commented feeling slightly uncomfortable by the silence that followed. "So you work at a Herbology shop?"

Neville visibly relaxed, tension leaving his shoulders. "Yeah, I'm studying to take over Sprouts position when she retires in the next couple of years. I'm training under Christian Acalide, he owns the shop." He said this proudly, this Acalide must have been a well known name in herbology.

Harry grinned not really caring at all about herbology in school had purposely forgotten it all after he'd graduated. "That's really something Neville!"

He blushed. "It's nothing really, I'm just really honored that he's teaching me though." He paused and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "You should come by the shop tomorrow, that is if you're not too busy with the team and all."

"I'd love too." Harry new that Ted would probably hold a celebration party if he knew that he was going to meet with friends again. "I've got some time off before practice in the morning. It's in Diagon ally right?"

"Yeah, right next to the ice cream shop." Neville smiled down at Harry, giving him a goofy grin. "So up for the world cup right? It's this weekend is it not?"

Harry nodded. "Yup." How could anyone not know that? It had been in ever newspaper article since they'd decided to have it here again.

"That's nice, I must admit though I'm not one for Quidditch. Haven't really been following it, I don't think I'd have even known that it was coming up if it hadn't been for Caeli mentioning it." Neville looked down at his watch. "Which reminds me that I'm a good few hours late." He gave Harry a not so apologetic look. "Well I best be going, I don't want to test just how forgiving Mrs. Malfoy really is." With that he started off.

Harry couldn't help but notice that Neville seemed uncomfortable when he'd said 'Mrs. Malfoy'. "Well that was rather odd." He mumbled to himself. That must have been the most awkward thing he'd done all day, and he'd done a few rather awkward things. Drinking too much punch, getting caught in the hallway almost lip locked by the son of the man who was the other participant, agreed to become friends with said man, got sat on by a grown Neville, all in all it was a very awkward day.

And yet Harry couldn't help but think that something was up with how Neville was acting. For someone who was normally so happy he seemed strangely troubled, like he was keeping a secret that he was having trouble covering up, that or he'd had bad indigestion. Of course Harry hadn't seen Neville Longbottom since they were seventeen so that could just be how the brunette acted now.

Shaking his head he thought back to the conversation. When had everything in his life become so awkward. It was like someone wanted to make Harry as uncomfortable as possible. Maybe Harry's life was all some gods sick twisted experiment, that they were entertained by making Harry and all those around him uncomfortable. The only person who didn't seem at all uncomfortable in his presence was that blonde basterd who he'd been in the middle of cursing when aforementioned awkwardness appeared onto his chest.

"Do you hate me?" He asked the sky lightly.

Of course silence followed.

"Fine don't answer me."

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Draco couldn't help the little smile that graced his face as he walked back into the manor. Happiness that hadn't filled him in a long time raced through his veins making him feel as though he was flying too fast. In a way he was flying too fast, he'd seen Harry for the first time in almost seven years only yesterday and just one day late he had gotten the man to agree with being friends again.

That was one of the things that had hurt the most after Harry had left, he'd lost one of his only friends. Of course it was his fault that he'd lost him, his stupid nineteen year old self. Draco sighed the smile faltering just a bit. What would have happened if he'd gone with Harry that day when Harry had begged him? Would they live in the Godric house again? Would they have adopted a child? Would they still have been together?

Nineteen year old Draco had one big insecurity and that was that Harry would bore of him, or that he'd find someone better. There were many others back then who would have been much better for Harry then he was, there still were many who wanted him and would be better for him. So when Draco had opened that box his father had left him, and saw the woman that was hand picked for him to marry Draco had wrote to her. He's reasoning being that Harry would fall back in love with someone who could love Harry in the way Harry needed.

Draco with the help of a seed of doubt his father had planted believed Harry's love was only puppy love and he'd forget. But as Draco had seen yesterday, the day of the wedding, and even over the seven years of articles, Harry had truly loved him. Draco could hex himself for his stupidity.

What did he have now? Sure he had beautiful Cassius, his one true joy since Harry, but other then that nothing. He was stuck in a marriage with a woman would thought him anal, obsessive, controlling, neurotic, pessimistic, narcissistic, and sarcastic. Which was really quite true as he was every single one of those things. The proper order of things gave Draco piece of mind, a little way to keep himself from jumping off a bridge or going insane. He hadn't always been though, when he'd been at school he'd been a slob, things would be thrown everywhere for the house elfs to pick up. Then when he'd moved in with Harry everything changed.

Harry had this irritating little habit of hiding anything that Draco had left out. Like if he happen to leave his favorite sweater on the ground Harry'd come along once he'd left and hide it. He'd found his favorite hair brush buried in the garden once. In the one and a half years he'd spent living with Harry he'd learned that everything had a place and if he was going to own anything he'd better make sure it ended up where it was supposed to.

Then he'd come back to the manor where he'd had house elfs again and he found he didn't want them picking up and moving his stuff. At first he'd wrote it off as habit, but after the first few months he really kept doing it because it reminded him of Harry. Once Caeli had moved everything in his bathroom and he'd almost had a heart attack, for the little while it took to find everything he'd calmed slightly, but still it was hard to keep the crushing depression that little stunt had caused him away. Everything in his room was still organized the same way Harry'd organized it at the Godric house. It was the only little piece of Harry that he could keep.

The Godric's house was filled with so many beautiful memories, like that week in the summer when he was eighteen where he refused to wear any clothes, and the night Harry turned nineteen and they'd had sex on the roof under the stars. Draco would bet anything that his piano was still there sitting and getting dusty in the living room. When he'd left he'd taken only his broom and the portrait of Narcissa back to the manor with him. Of course the manor was filled with piano's, but Draco hadn't played once since he'd left.

He wondered if Harry had ever gone back after the wedding. Draco hadn't since the house was really only in Harry's name and it didn't feel right to go there anymore. Had Harry felt the same way?

Draco sighed and shook his head. For all he knew Harry could have torched the whole house. Well there went his happiness, why must he always bring up such depressing things? It was like someone out there hated him and wanted him the suffer long and hard for what he'd done to Harry. Though with that said there were probably many people who hated him for doing that to Harry. Granger for one, the whole Weasley family, probably Puddlemore United, and the whole of Englands World Quidditch association for sending their seeker to New Zealand. That really wasn't completely his fault as Harry hadn't had to move across the world to join the farthest Quidditch team away from him. But he had so it was mostly his fault.

Draco pushed open the door to the party and was bombarded with the sounds of children screaming and playing. He plastered a smile onto his face and for the moment let his mind drift away from thinking too deeply.

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Kemp frowned as he tried hard to pay attention to what Ted was tell them. The problem was that he really didn't care what the man said, if it was really important Aislynn would just remind him, and if not Aislynn then Harry. So really why was he trying to pay attention? Simple he needed a distraction, and when there weren't any butterflies or people eating the only thing he could do was try to listen. Why you might ask would someone like Kemp need a distraction? He had a wedgie, and there was about 50 reporters standing right behind him. Oh sure he'd tried the de-wedgie wiggle that most learn at an early age, and the 'I'm just rubbing the side of my pants' tactic that had never failed in the past. And yet even with these well known strategies it was still firmly lodged.

He sighed uncomfortably earning a knowing look from Aislynn. Kemp wondering if she really knew what was wrong, did she really have any clue what he had to suffering threw? What really irked him though was if they had been anywhere else he would have just interrupted Ted announcing that he had a wedgie that needed picking and then proceed to pick it. The problem with this was that the last time he'd given into this urge and there had been reporters around Ted had banned him from the next match owning to the fact that he would just get another wedgie from the broom and Ted didn't think it would be proper for him to stop the game to 'pick it'.

Wiggling once more he earned a grin from Harry who then locked eyes with Aislynn sharing a look. "What?" He hissed as Harry tried to contain the laughter that was at boiling point.

Aislynn shook her head and leaned closer so she could whisper into Kemps ear. "Nice wedgie dance."

Kemp hrumphed. "Well if you had something this uncomfortable shoved up your ass you'd be dancing too." He whispered back.

"I thought you liked things shoved up your ass?" She quickly replied causing Harry whose shoulders where already shaking in suppressed laughter to bite his finger trying in vain to keep from bursting.

"Only when said thing is from a beautiful blue eyed beef cake." That was it for Harry who let out loud cackle that had everyone's eyes, reporter and teammate alike, whip to him.

Ted cleared his throat. "Mr. Potter, is there something funny about the USA team's undefeated streak?"

Flushing as he finally kept the laughter at bay Harry smiled innocently up at Tim. "No sir, I was just so happy that we get a chance to play against such a strong team, that I just couldn't hold in my excitement is all."

Tim's eyes narrowed at Harry not believing the load of crap that had just poured out of the seekers mouth. But Ted was not one to complain in front of the press. "You see we are all very happy with this turn of events!" He chuckled fakely as he gave a warning look to Harry.

The reporters mumbled quickly scribbling on pads of paper.

"Anyway, I would like to take this time to tell you all about our newest member to the team..."

Harry and Aislynn bit the sides of their lips to keep silent as Kemp let out another uncomfortable sigh. What he wouldn't give to be naked.

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Harry closed his eyes and let the breeze brush across his face. They were in the middle of a mach game, the first string against second string. Harry had been given the handicap of having to wait ten minutes before going after the snitch, even if the other seeker saw it. He knew that this was more to train Erik, the newest member of their team. Erik had join the team just a little under six months ago, and although the 18 year old was talented he rarely got to play, and when he did he didn't even get a chance to look for the snitch before Harry had caught it. Harry hadn't really seen the need to have a second string seeker since he wasn't planning on leaving anytime soon, but Ted had told him simply that if by some accident or other Harry happen to get hit by a bus, or sucked into an airplane engine they would need a replacement while Harry was in the hospital. Why he would get sucked into a airplane engine was beyond him, but Harry wasn't about to go asking Ted about it. Knowing him he'd find away to get Harry sucked into one just so he wouldn't have been wrong. Ted was scary like that.

So here Harry was eyes closed and drifting slowly through the soft cool breeze. It was rather lucky that the last couple of days were so dry, it was rumored that this would be the wettest and coldest August in years. The forecast for the game at the moment was heavy rain and thunder storms, but even for wizards the weather was still an unpredictable force, so even though it said it was going to rain by saturday is could be hot and sunny.

"Times up Harry! Snitch hasn't been spotted yet, but you got five minutes to find it or it's one lap around the field for every minute after!" Harry's eye snapped open and he growled at Ted's voice.

"Five minutes? Is he bloody insane?" He mumbled. Harry couldn't help but wonder if Ted really was trying to kill him.

His eyes scanned back and forth over the field and up and down, all the while counting to 300 in his mind. Then out of the corner of his eye to his right there it was hugging the 'other teams' goals. He pulled back on his broom falling backward into a dive toward the snitch. The chase was up rather quickly as the snitch only seemed to be moving in a slow downward spiral. His gloved hand reached out fingers just clasping around the little ball as he ducked sliding sideways through the lower goal and into a roll.

Sparks shot up from the goal posts indicating that the snitch had been caught.

Kemp slide up next to him and smiled. "Amazing as you always are, the theatrics at the end were a nice touch."

Harry grinned. "I thought so."

"Potter! Get down here!"

Harry groaned heaving a huge sigh as he slowly started drifting down. "What did I do now?"

He leveled out a little over Ted's head, laying across his broom he dangled his hand with the snitch in front of the mans face. "What's wrong 'Theodore'? I caught the snitch."

Ted's face turned a little red at being called his full name and crossed his arms. "You were a thirty seconds late, one lap Mr. Potter." He was grinning now.

Harry's mouth fell open. "What? Thirty seconds over? You said a lap for every minute over not ever thirty seconds!" He swung his leg over his broom and landed on the ground next to Ted, where the rest of the team were already starting to gather.

Ted's smile grew and Harry had a horrible feeling that he should have just done the lap. "Well Harry, did you see the paper this morning? No? Well just be happy that I didn't make you do even more laps for every article talking about Harry Potters bad temper."

Harry groaned. Remembering the grin that had been plastered on Kaden's face while he'd read the paper this morning. Again Harry shivered, that kid creeped the hell out of him. "I'll get started shall I." He mumbled handing his broom to Kemp and taking off in the other direction.

"I'll be watching Potter! I want a full circle!"

"Slave driver."

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Kemp grinned as Harry entered the already deserted locker room. He'd done his lap only to have Ted tell him that he didn't run it fast enough and to do it again. Kemp and Aislynn had waited around planning deviously of course. It was now or never she'd told him, the was suppose to 'capture' Harry so that they could interrogate him on what he'd been doing and what it had to do with Draco Malfoy.

Harry was muttering darkly making punching motions with his arms. If Kemp had been a smart man he might have backed off on Harry a little or even asked him nicely to come have a chat with him and Aislynn. But Kemp was neither a smart man nor a cautious one. "I've been waited for you Harry Potter." He whispered darkly evil smile in place, arms crossed and standing in the shadows. the smile of course was completely wiped off his face as Harry who'd jumped about a foot at the sound whipped out his wand and was pressing into his throat. "Woah!"

Harry blinked before mirth entered his eyes and he let out a bark like laugh. "Kemp you idiot! I almost killed you!" He laughed wand still in place.

Kemp's smile returned. "You so sure of that Mr. Potter?" He laughed too poking Harry in the belly with his own wand.

Harry looked down in surprise at the light colored wand hit his stomach. "Well that's certainly a surprise."

Kemp made a offended sound. "I'll have you know that in my seventh year I was dueler of the year at my school. Plus it's easy when the attacker is so much older then I am." He quipped.

"Five years isn't really a big enough gap to be considered 'so much older'." Harry frowned placing his wand back into his pocket.

"It is when you think of the fact that you had already defeated Voldemart,"

"Voldemort."

"I said that! Gosh you and Aislynn! Anyway, you'd already defeated the dude and was getting laid before I was even old enough to enter magic school."

As that information entered his mind he frowned. "Well don't I feel old." He sighed.

Kemp smiled wrapping an arm around the smaller mans shoulders. "Don't worry though Harry, you'll always be our favorite geezer."

"Thanks." Was Harry's dark reply. "So was their a reason to the surprise greeting?"

Kemp smacked his forehead, he'd completely forgotten the whole reason he'd been sent in here. "Aislynn would like to talk to you about something, I was suppose to come down here and kidnap you." Kemp frowned. "But I guess the flare for dramatics is gone, pity too I'd rehearsed all my bad cop lines." He sighed heavily, like the weight of the world rested on his shoulders.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "You rehearsed?" He intoned. "What may I ask were the lines?"

"Oh you know, 'come quietly and we wont be forced to hurt you' and 'where were you the night of august first 2006'. You know fun things like that."

"I see."

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Harry groaned and resisted the urge to bang his head against something hard.

"So let me get this straight." Aislynn started. "You and Draco were lovers when you were in school and lived together for a year after school?"

"Yes."

"Then Draco up and tells you one day that he's getting married to a woman he's never met and that you two can't be together anymore?"

"Not in so many words."

"Then you, being heart broken, refuse to sign the contract with Puddlemore United, the one team you wanted to play for more then anything, and move to New Zealand to play for a team that was so poor they couldn't pay you?"

"Well it was never about the money." He grumbled.

"You then bring that team to victory more times then I can count making it the richest team in quidditch history?"

"I guess."

"Now that we are here in England for the first time you've been back in what? Six years? And on you're birthday you meet Draco and his little boy who happens to have the same birthday as you?"

"You were there."

"Not only that but you get invited to his kids birthday party by the very woman that took him away from you in the first place?"

"Uhh Aislynn?"

"Then at said party you agree to try being friends with the only man that you've ever loved even though it'll rip you apart every time the two of you see each other? Am I right? Is that what you're telling us?" She gasped.

"Ummm, Yes?"

"Wow. That sucks monkey testicles." Kemp sighed.

Aislynn took a deep breath and smacked Harry on his forehead. "You idiot!"

"Ow hey what's with the hitting?" He managed to get out before dodging another blow.

"How can you be so stupid and weak that you'd agree to something like that?!"

"I think it's tragically romantic."

"You don't get a say Kemp!" Aislynn shook her head and plopped down into her seat. "Do you realize what is going to happen? You're just going to get hurt again because you'll fall back in love with him if you aren't already and then the truth with hit you like a bus! You can't have him Harry, he's married for god's sake." She glared up and Harry who was glancing at his shoes like they were the most interesting thing in the world. "And I know it must hurt but you have to realize that he made his choice almost seven years ago, and that choice didn't involve you. You have to get over him."

A pain that he hadn't felt in years smashed through Harry's chest making it hard to breath. He wouldn't cry. "I know this already Aislynn." He mumbled softly. "What do you think I've been doing the last seven years? You think I want to still feel this hopeless? I know he didn't chose me, I've very painfully aware of that fact." He pulled his arms closer to him. "Ever moment of every day I wonder what the hell I did wrong, what could I have done differently. And yet I can't think of anything, but still I have to force myself to wake up to face the fact that you so beautifully pointed out."

Aislynn sighed running her hands through her short hair. "I just don't want to she you unhappy anymore Harry."

"We both don't." Kemp added helpfully.

Harry shook his head. "Just trust me okay? I'll be fine."

Aislynn bit her lip and frowned. "I hope so Harry."

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A/N: So there you have it, chapter ten. Not really how I thought it was going to be but... yeah... anyway tell me your thoughts. Review please.