Someone Like You

The next day Harry had received news from Astoria that Malfoy was recovering nicely and should be released from the hospital by the end of the week. Harry had really wanted to visit him, but Astoria requested that he not. Despite this, he couldn't seem to stay away. Which was why he was standing in front of the information desk at St. Mungo's on a Tuesday evening. "May I help you?" asked a small witch who didn't even bother to move her eyes away from a book she had propped open on her desk.

"Er yes. I came to see Mr. Malfoy. What room is he in?"

She looked up at the mention of Malfoy's name. Her eyes widened. "Mr-Mr. Potter sir. I'm sorry but…" Frowning slightly she leaned closer, "But I can't tell you that. I've been given specific instructions to prevent you from visiting him. You are not on the wife's list of approved visitors. I'm sorry."

"Right…of course," Harry said without emotion. Then he turned sharply on his heel and went home.

As Head Auror, Harry had a little bit of pull in the Wizarding World. He could easily produce the documents to be granted access to Malfoy if he was under a formal investigation. Still, he felt if he were to take such measures it would only create a stronger rift between their families. Harry was starting to really enjoy the friendship between Astoria and himself. He ignored the moment where she had come on to him because that was just ridiculous. Sure, she was an attractive woman but Harry didn't feel anything of the sort for her. Her husband on the other hand…

Stop it, he thought. Her husband was in the hospital because of him. He really didn't need to be thinking such things. However, those thoughts were becoming harder and harder to ignore. The thoughts sprang up at the worst possible times throughout his day-at work when he caught sight of light blonde hair flash past his office door, at the Leaky when a bloke walked in wearing tight blue jeans, and then, worst of all, when Ginny reached for him under the covers while he was half asleep.

She was stroking him, and try as he might, Harry was having a hard time getting aroused. It wasn't as if it didn't feel good, because it did. It just…wasn't as exciting as it once was. After a few minutes, Harry had hoped she would have given up. She didn't though, and in the next moment she buried herself under the covers and was taking him in her mouth. Harry gasped, clenching his eyes tight automatically.

Then those thoughts came again-those horribly incredible thoughts. It was Malfoy opening his mouth wide and pulling him in, sucking him in such a frenzy. Harry was achingly hard in seconds. The pace quickened and Harry could practically see him now, pale face flushed, beautiful hair in such a perfect mess, and he was naked too. Harry had seen those curves of his thighs and arse thanks to those wonderful jeans-it didn't take much for him to picture the man completely out of them. He was deliciously muscular, strong, and he was taking Harry with so much force it left him completely breathless.

It didn't take long. With the image of Malfoy stroking his own cock, Harry came abruptly and forcefully. He grunted, his breaths coming out uneasy. He was in such a daze he didn't even notice when Ginny got up and out of the bed. The only thing that brought him back to reality was the slam of the bathroom door. It shut with such force a picture hanging on the wall fell down and crashed.

Harry bolted out of the bed, his sex haze vanishing instantly. He desperately tried to follow her, knowing something horrible had just happened. She had spelled the door shut. "I can't believe this!" he heard her roar on the other side. "I thought it was all some stupid rumor. But apparently not, huh? You're fucking someone else! I can't believe this!"

"Ginny-no!" He wailed helplessly. "No, I'm not! Whatever it is you've heard, it's…well, they are all rumors. Please…please open the door."

"BULLSHIT!" she bellowed. Harry could hear a crash as if she threw something against the wall in anger. "I saw the pictures in the article. You took her out to Paris. Fuck, you've never even taken ME to Paris. But then again, I'm not Astoria MALFOY." She spat the last name out like it was a disease of some sort.

"What?" asked Harry, completely dumbfounded. "Ginny, no. It's not…it's not like that. We are friends. That's it. We went to Paris to get robes for Al and Scorpius. You can even ask her if you want. It's nothing, Gin. Please…believe me."

Harry was pressed to the door desperately trying to reach her. He didn't try to spell the door open because clearly Ginny wanted the wall between them. There was silence for a moment. Then he felt the door open slowly and Harry stood back into the bedroom. In the doorway Ginny stood with her hair in a tangled mess, her eyes burning in fury and…hurt, betrayal. Eventually she managed to look Harry right in the eyes and said, "Then why did you say her name when you came? You moaned out Malfoy. You were thinking of her instead of me."

His stomach felt as if it fell to the floor. Suddenly Harry wanted more than anything to disappear right at this moment. He took a step nervously back, muttering "Er…well." He honestly didn't know what to say.

Tears started streaming down her face and she let out a choking sound. "Right, well. I'm going to…" She trailed off her thoughts, turning from Harry and she went into the closet. She was rummaging around for clothes and packing silently.

"Ginny…wait." Harry said without thinking. She turned to him expectantly, her eyes glassed over. "Wait, that's not right. I don't like her like that. She might have wanted to at some point, but trust me, I don't want her."

Sighing, she threw a shirt into a suitcase that was propped open on the floor. "Trust you? I can't trust anything you say to me right now. If you don't want her why would you say her name while I was sucking you off, huh? Just stop LYING to me."

"Fine, you want the truth? Well here it is, Gin. I wasn't thinking of her. I was thinking of Draco Malfoy!" Harry huffed. A second later and his eyes widened in alarm and he slapped his hand over his mouth in shock. He couldn't believe he just said that.

She couldn't believe it either. Ginny had stopped packing and her mouth was gaped open, with a scarf held loosely in her hands. The fabric fell a second later, but she hadn't even noticed. Finally finding her voice she asked in disbelief, "You…you what?"

If Harry wanted to disappear before, it was nothing like how he wanted to now. His heart rammed into his chest as if trying to burst out. "I…"

"So let me get this straight. You thought about Malfoy. You wanted Malfoy doing that. Harry…you're a sick fuck. That's DISGUSTING. I just…I just can't believe this." She was flinging clothes even more rapidly into the trunk, not even paying attention to what she was grabbing. He absentmindedly saw her snow boots fly in, followed by a bikini.

"I'm sorry you find it so fucking disgusting," Harry bit back defensively. "But he's erased my memories, Gin. I think him and I…we might have had a history of some sort. I just don't know. I'm trying to figure it all out."

"Oh right, of course. Sure, you had a history. Remember him stepping on your face on the train 6th year? Or how he let all the Death Eaters into Hogwarts? The stupid badges he made in 4th year…the curse he put on Katie. I mean, I could go on, Harry…" She had spelled her trunk to float in the air and it was starting to head down the stairs to the Floo. She followed it, not even turning back to Harry.

Sighing in aggravation he said, "Look, I know all that. What I don't know is what happened the year after the war. You don't even know what happened to me! No one does. Doesn't that bother you? It sure as fuck bothers me!"

Stepping into the fireplace, she turned back to look at Harry. In a calm, controlled voice she said, "You always wanted us to move on-to remember Fred, Lupin, everyone, but then to continue on living our lives. You taught us to look into the future and live for today. Perhaps you should start taking your own advice." She pinched some dust and flung it on the grate. Sadly she added, "I need some time…I'll be at mom's." She disappeared a second later.

He slumped into the couch by the fireplace, staring at the Floo for several minutes. Harry couldn't believe what had just happened and he thought if he waited long enough, she'd come back. Hours later and still no sign of her, he fell into an uneasy sleep.

At first it was calm. The sound was very faint, off in the distance. It had a pattern to it. Waves. Then the sun broke across the horizon and Harry looked on. Sunlight reflected off the gentle waves of the ocean, sparkling. The sound grew in intensity until all Harry could hear was the rush of water meeting with the shoreline.

His feet were getting wet, and Harry looked down. He wasn't wearing any shoes. He wasn't wearing anything, actually. But somehow that thought didn't seem to bother Harry. It was as if it was the most natural thing in the world to him, and fear of being discovered didn't even seem to faze him.

Eyes traveling the beach, he noticed there wasn't a soul in sight. It was just him, the sand, and the water. He took in a deep breath and relished the smell of the ocean. It was so calming out here and he didn't want to leave any time soon. Without thinking, he took a few small steps further into the water.

What followed next happened so quickly, Harry was taken completely off guard. The waves rushed on, picking up in intensity. No longer were they calm, but rolling over with such force he started to panic. The peaks of the waves were climbing higher and higher up into the sky and suddenly Harry was completely in the water, swimming frantically. The roar of the waves overwhelming his senses, and then…

A voice was calling out for him. He heard his name echo across the surface of the water. It sounded like Ginny, trying to pull him back. But then the water was closing in on him, the waves were too tall. Harry struggled in the water, trying desperately to stay afloat. But it was no use. The tallest wave of them all pushed Harry under. Ginny's voice was lost.

He woke up in a pool of his own sweat. His clothes were drenched and Harry knew it had nothing to do with the fire still flickering in the fireplace nearby. Pulling himself up to his feet, he saw the early morning sun peeking in through the kitchen windows. He went over and made himself a cup of tea, staring at the calendar spelled to the side of the fridge.

Today was Wednesday. Slytherin's game versus Hufflepuff. He was planning on going-but that was before he put Malfoy in the hospital. Surely Scorpius heard what had happened. No doubt the boy probably hated him now. Not a new thing concerning Malfoys, but Harry had hoped they would have formed a friendship of sorts.

He was planning on going to the game before everything happened. Harry had wished he'd have run into Malfoy and they could have watched the game together, muttering petty insults to each other. Then he would have invited the man back to Hogsmeade with him and perhaps they could mull over his past with a pint. Of course, that would never happen in a million years but Harry had hoped. He had also hoped of other things to happen, preferably with a tempting pair of blue jeans, but that fantasy was bordering on insanity.

Either way, apologizing to Scorpius was what drove Harry forward. He found himself standing within the Quidditch stand a few hours later, watching the game play out. Albus and Lily were at his side, cheering with the other students (mostly Slytherin) that were in the stand with them. James was in a neighboring stand with a bunch of Ravenclaws, his arm wrapped around Roxanne. He didn't seem all that thrilled to see Harry, especially when their group hollered as Slytherin made another goal.

Despite Scorpius's opinion that they were going to steamroll the other team, the game lasted for over an hour. The Snitch was not even spotted but the one time. But once it was seen that was all it took. Scorpius darted in its direction a second later and with admiring grace he caught it. Both teams hadn't even realized the game was now over till the school started milling out of the stands. Dumbfounded, both the Slytherin and Hufflepuff captains looked at each other and asked, "Who won? Who caught the snitch?"

Scorpius flashed them a smirk and held up the Snitch proudly in his hands. He turned his broom down and flew to the ground. Albus had already ran down the stand and met him at the bottom of the pitch. Harry watched as Scorpius flung his arms around his son. The smile they shared radiated between them and Harry's heart swelled. And then Albus wrapped his arms around Scorpius's neck and kissed him-right in front of the whole school. Harry gaped and he looked around the pitch frantically, suddenly nervous for them.

The remaining students and teachers weren't even fazed. Next to him Lily was standing from her seat and grabbing her school bag, not even bothered. In fact, there were only a few people that were watching the display of affection down below. A group of Hufflepuff girls were sighing happily and he could hear their collective "Awww!" from across the field. Another group, this one Slytherin, was shouting playfully at them to get a room. And then there was Neville Longbottom. His eyes met Harry's and his grin cracked in amusement.

Looking back down, Scorpius had pulled Al in closer, running his fingers through his black locks. They kissed each other like they were the only ones around, completely caught up in their embrace. Harry's heart raced on, watching them. They looked so happy and carefree.

And then he couldn't help it. His mind wandered to Malfoy-where the man must be right now. How they could never have anything like what their sons shared. Harry felt a churning feeling in the pit of his stomach, watching as the boys finally broke their kiss. Scorpius gave Albus the biggest smile Harry had ever seen. Albus returned the smile, and Harry's heart ached. He and Malfoy would never feel anything like that. It would never be that easy for them. The feeling in his stomach was growing in intensity and then it all made sense to him. That feeling was envy, pure and simple.

He didn't even know how he ended up in front of them a second later. But there they stood, Scorpius's arm wrapped around Al's waist. Al was slightly shorter than Scorpius, much in the same way that Malfoy always seemed to be a few inches taller than Harry. It was uncanny, really, how similar they looked. But yet how very different their fates were compared to their fathers.

"Congratulations," Harry offered to Scorpius.

The young Malfoy nodded, and his lips twitched at the corners. He pulled Al closer to him and whispered something in his ear. Albus looked at Harry before he nodded as well. Then he watched as Al gave Scorpius a quick kiss on the cheek and started to walk away. As soon as his son was out of ear shot he turned back to Harry. "I know what you did," Scorpius said seriously.

"It's not what you think." Harry muttered quickly. "I didn't mean-"

"Just what exactly are your feelings for my father?" barked out Scorpius as he crossed his arms across his chest. His grey eyes clouded over and he glared. Never had the boy looked so much like Malfoy and Harry's breath caught in his throat.

"Um, well…"

"Are you deaf, Mr. Potter? Did you hear what I just said?" There was a scowl on his face now, and Harry couldn't blame him, really. His father was in the hospital because of him. But when he thought about apologizing to the boy, this was not how it played out in his mind.

Even though he was taken slightly off guard by such a direct question, Harry still croaked out, "I well, I don't know. I don't hate him, if that's what you are wondering. It wasn't my intention to hurt him."

Scorpius seemed to accept the answer. But then he asked something even more probing. "Do you fancy him?"

Balking, Harry took a nervous step back. His palms started to sweat and he tugged on his shirt. It took him longer than usual to reply, Scorpius watching him the whole time with intense interest. "Er…Is that really your business to ask?" he said feebly. Once the words left his mouth, Harry hated them. God, what was wrong with him? Why couldn't he answer a simple yes or no question? Why was it so hard to admit that yes Harry fancied the fuck out of Malfoy. And he was terrified of it, absolutely terrified.

"It is my business since you landed him in the fucking hospital! Now answer me!" Scorpius bit back. His growl carried across the stadium, echoing through the empty stands. The sound crashed through Harry like a wave of guilt.

"Well, I…yes. I think I do," Harry muttered, barely above a whisper.

"I knew it."

Then Harry couldn't help the words that he spouted off next. They came freely and without much thought. "Well it bloody well doesn't matter. I can't even touch him without hurting him."

Their eyes met and Scorpius's glare had turned soft. His lips formed into a small frown. It was rather strange, actually. Harry had never seen such an emotion on his father before, but Scorpius was clearly not Draco. Scorpius could show a variety of emotions and didn't seem to carry the burdens Draco Malfoy had. Before Harry could think more about it, Scorpius said slowly, "There was another that burned him. A few years ago. Before I went to Hogwarts."

"What happened? Who was it?" Harry asked swiftly, taking a step closer.

"His name was Isaac. Father never formally introduced us, but then again that wasn't strange. He never did let me meet his partners." He paused, as if waiting for Harry to interrupt him. When that didn't happen he continued, "I'm not stupid, Harry. I know he's just as gay as I am. And I know Isaac was special to him. Other men never lasted long. But him, however, he was allowed to come back-again and again. But then, things started happening."

"What sort of things?"

Sighing sadly, Scorpius looked past Harry and his eyes focused on something in the distance. "At first it was very mild-a pink tinge to his skin. Then his lips were chapped, cracked. Then red, swelling. The blisters started forming, almost as if he was sun burnt. But mother and I knew that wasn't possible. It was the middle of winter. There was no way."

"And then we started noticing that he always broke out after Isaac visited. It wasn't long till father really got hurt." Scorpius gulped, letting out a small sigh. "Isaac never came back after that," he finished sadly.

"But Scorpius…I've never been with him like that. We've never-"

"He looked like you, y'know," Scorpius interrupted. "Black hair…bright eyes."

"Scorpius…" Harry spoke quietly, his throat suddenly dry.

"Can't you see it? Isn't it obvious?" Scorpius asked him. "It's always been you. Stupid Potter and his fanclub in the bloody paper, Saint Potter this, Scarhead that. And I've seen the way he looks at me and Al. He looks at us the way you did today, up in that stand."

Envy. Harry had envied what they had. And now he knew Malfoy had felt the same. He could barely think straight from the thought, and words had failed him. Thankfully Scorpius continued the conversation, "My mother will see to it that you don't see him again. Don't listen to her. Do what you want-what my father wants."

"I'd kill him. I almost killed him already, and we hadn't even done anything yet. I surely would kill him if I did what I want to do."

Scorpius gave him a small grin. "You're bloody Harry Potter. I'm sure you can find a way around it. If anyone could put an end to all that, it'd be you."

Harry's lips twitched upwards at the corners. For some reason he wanted more than anything to believe the young Malfoy. If this was something he could overcome, Draco Malfoy would be the reward. And he must have gone mad because he couldn't think of anything he wanted more.

"Are you going to visit him? At St. Mungo's?"

"I already tried. I'm on a list and can't get in to see him."

Smirking, Scorpius cocked his head thoughtfully to the side. "You're really going to let them tell you what to do?"

Harry shrugged. "Well, they have a reason to be concerned. I could threaten his health."

"Aren't you Head Auror? Couldn't you flash a badge or something?"

"Just because I could do that doesn't mean I should. Your mother wouldn't appreciate that. And I'd have to document it at work, and that would raise questions as well. It's probably just best if I just wait to see him once he's out."

"It's going to be even harder talking to him once he's out. You need to talk to him now, while he doesn't have a chance to run away."

"Well do you have any ideas?" Harry asked, his eyes scanning the empty Quidditch field. They had been the only ones out here for the past ten minutes now. He wondered if Albus was starting to worry.

A sly grin slid across the blonde's face. "Don't you have an invisibility cloak?"

Frowning, Harry shook his head. It had been several years since he had seen his cloak. Somehow he had the sneaking suspicion that James took it out of the home office. He never bothered to confront him about it, simply because a part of him was thrilled about the idea of the cloak being put to use at Hogwarts again. "No, I don't have it anymore," Harry replied calmly.

Scorpius's grin widened. "Would you like it back?"

His head snapped up to the boy's. "You know where it is?"

He nodded, withdrawing his wand. "Accio Harry Potter's cloak!" Scorpius bellowed, whisking his wand through the air. Across the field a duffle bag was sitting against the wall of the locker rooms. A silvery garment that shimmered in the sun busted forth, flying into his hands. He held it up smugly for Harry to see.

"How did you…?"

Scorpius snorted and only answered with, "Slytherin." Harry grinned as the boy handed him over his cloak. "Right, so now it's your turn for something cunning. Go in there undetected and catch him by surprise. Don't get caught. Make Slytherin proud."

He couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips. Shaking his head in disbelief he folded the cloak under his arm and asked Scorpius, "Why are you doing this?"

Grey eyes met green. He held Harry's gaze for a strong second then said, "He deserves this. He's been suffering for too long. The war is over, and yet he still feels trapped. Set him free, Harry. Make him happy." Then he broke the eye contact, looking over Harry's shoulder. His face broke out into a large grin and Harry turned to see Albus making his way back to them. "Well, that's my cue. See ya, Harry." He gave him a quick wink and met up with Al. The two of them went over to the bag by the locker room and then disappeared inside.

Shaking his head in the direction of the locker rooms, Harry took off also. At home he struggled with finding the right thing to wear to meet up with Malfoy. For some reason, he really wanted to make a good impression. He wanted to try to look good, but at the same time look like he hadn't tried at all. Clothes after clothes were discarded on the bed, each one looking worse than the last. And just when he had about given up, he saw it.

It was the most perfect sweater. It was made of a beautiful cashmere that felt so silky smooth to the touch. Naturally, it was dark green. Harry hadn't even known where he got such a wonderful shirt, but he knew this was what he was going to wear. Slipping it on, it fit him snugly across the chest, but not too tight. Stepping over to the mirror, Harry gaped at himself. The color made his eyes shine. And although Harry was never confident in his outward appearance he knew he looked good right now.

Pleased at last, he ran a hand through his hair to try to tame it, to no avail. Then, he was off. Once inside the hospital, he found the bathroom and that was where he donned on the cloak. He managed to slip out the doors, tracing behind another visitor.

At the information desk, he peaked over the receptionist to find out any more clues as to where Draco was staying. Her log was open on the wrong list of names though, and she sat lazily with her elbow resting on the book. He made a small frustrated grumble, and the lady must have heard him because she jerked in her seat, whipping her head in his direction.

Harry's heart lodged in his throat and he stepped away, bolting around the corner. At the end of this hall was a directory with arrows in all sorts of directions followed by numbers indicating what particular floor. His eyes traveled all along the sign…emergency room, psychiatric ward, muggle treatment center, maternity, potion's lab. There were over 100 different destinations and he was getting dizzy glancing over everything. Then his eyes landed on burn center and he wanted to jump for joy. Fourth floor, left.

Once at the correct ward, Harry was relieved to notice most of the rooms were open and empty. In fact there were only three rooms that were closed and two of which had the name of the patient clearly displayed. Neither name was Malfoy. And then it only made sense to Harry that of course Astoria would not want people to know Malfoy was staying here. He approached the last closed door at the end of the hall.

Pressing his ear to the door, he listened for any sounds. He could hear the faint beep of a monitor, but that was it. Harry looked around the hall one last time, and knowing he was alone he pushed open the door and slipped inside.

Sure enough, Malfoy was there. He was lying peacefully in the bed covered with white linens, his face the only thing visible beneath the covers. Harry shut the door quietly and approached him. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, nerves unsettling him. This was it. Now was his chance.

But what would Harry say? What would he do? And panic started to arise and all Harry could do was stand there, looking down at the most beautiful man he'd ever seen. How could Harry have done this to him? What was he going to do now? How could he make things right?

"Mmmm…Harry," Malfoy moaned out in his sleep. And Harry lost all rational thought.

Thanks to all who've stuck it out this far. This chapter seriously made me cry while writing it (mainly because I listened to Adele and this chapter is named from one of her songs). Anyway, thanks again to my beta CaelynAilene. Special thanks to the reviewers: Meeca-Myiozaki, VoldyIsAwesome, KeefaMighty, and Guest. Next chapter more will be revealed on Malfoy's condition.

Also, side note: I've got a one shot on here that's Drarry related if anyone is interested. I also have another one shot posted on Ao3 (might be too graphic for this site). Message me if you are interested. :)