Chapter 11 part one.

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Harry moaned lightly, a warm tongue ran down his neck stopping to nibble on the way down. How had he ended up here? A hand pushed his shirt up and he bit his lip as a shiver coursed through his body.

Ah yes that was right it had all started this morning at Neville's herbology shop.

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Harry let out a laugh as Neville finished his story about a flower that had been charmed to lift girls skirts up and had instead lifted some unfortunate man's kilt.

"You really love what you're doing don't you?" Harry smiled over the top of the counter he was leaning on.

Neville returned the smile and glanced around the room taking a deep breath. "I love it, there is almost nothing I love more then taking care of the plants that I surround myself with."

"Wow, I wish I had something that made me feel like that."

Neville gave him a quick look. "What about Quidditch? I remember that you used to rave and rant about how glorious it was up there playing the game."

Harry shifted. "I do love Quidditch. Everything about it is wonderful. I'm just not sure if the reason I love it more than anything else is because I don't have anything else in my life. I live, breath and talk Quidditch. It's when I'm not on the field that I don't know what to do with myself." He laughed and jumped off the stool. "Listen to me, always the rain at the parade."

Neville nodded sadly. "You'll find something you love again Harry. I know you will."

Harry let the reference to Draco slide. "I'll see you around Neville." They shook hands. "You'll come to the game right?"

He laughed and clapped Harry on the shoulder. "I'll be there. It'll just be a matter of if I'll be awake or not that you'll have to worry about."

They shared a smile and then Harry was off. The store door opened, the bell above it twinkling merrily, and there stood Caeli Malfoy in all her bouncy blonde glory looking shocked at almost running into Harry. "Mr. Potter! What a lovely thing it is seeing you again! You left so quickly yesterday I was afraid that we'd scared you off!" She smiled warmly and moved out of the door frame to let Harry pass.

Harry smiled back though it was more of a nervous sort of one. Kinda like the one you're dog gives you when he knows he's done something wrong. "It's lovely to see you again too Mrs. Malfoy."

"Call me Caeli, I insist! Anyway, I'd love to chat but I'm here on plant business and it is a matter of great importance."

He nodded and grabbed the door handle. "It was nice seeing you again. I hope you find everything you're looking for."

She was smiling but didn't look back at him as she muttered. "I'm sure I will."

Harry rested his hand on his forehead, blocking the suns light as he stepped out of the shop. The sun was breaking through the clouds sending rays of light beaming down on the street in perfect rods. Harry knew it wasn't going to last, but then most beauty in this world was short lived.

It was nearing noon when he was supposed to meet up with the team for some team shots. When Tim had told them about it, he'd tried his hardest to get out of it. It was only when Tim told him who was sponsoring them that he agreed to go. Of course, Kemp and Aislynn weren't the happiest when they realized the reason he'd agreed.

It was his company, Draco had bought it for him. He'd bought it when Harry had completely decided that he was going into Quidditch as a career. Harry had been rather shocked when he'd learned that Draco had kept it after the wedding, but Draco was smart enough not to sell something that made him good money. Draco had actually been rather good at designing Quidditch supplies when they had been 17, and even now Harry used a broom the Draco had created. The White Lightening was a perfect seekers broom, it had come out the year before and had perfect handling, high speed and light but well built for dives.

Harry had cried when it had been released, as only two other people knew that Draco's quidditch nickname for him had been white lightening.

He was fidgeting, he knew it, heck anyone who happened to be looking at him knew it. He was fidgeting. What if Draco was there? Sure he'd agreed to be friends but at the same time he didn't really believe that they'd see each other again. Now their.. His... Draco's company was sponsoring his team. It was a smart move but why now? Why had they waited till now to sponsor them? Best team in the league for the last six years, and Quality Quidditch Supplies has always been the best. Of course he knew that Draco had most likely not allowed QQS to sponsor them because it would have forced Harry to notice Draco before he was ready too.

Harry sighed dramatically, life was just so complicated. He might as well stop for an ice cream.

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It was a little while later once his triple chocolate mint volcano was just a fleeting memory, that he entered the shop. The one good thing about being a celebrity quidditch player was that everyone always thought that they couldn't go anywhere with out paparazzi following them and being noticed at every turn, but because they thought that Harry couldn't go out and about with out being noticed no one noticed him. Anyone who saw him would just assume that he was a look a like because the real Harry Potter would be followed by a poesy right?

Harry laughed mischievously to himself, the best hiding place would always be out in the open.

Even in war Harry had found that this method worked beautifully. Everyone expected Harry to be hidden away in some well guarded safe house, no one had expected him to be renting a room above the Leaky Cauldron.

Quality Quidditch Supplies hadn't really changed all that much since the last time Harry had been there. Of course, the merchandise changed but the shop somehow always stayed the same. Taking a deep breath, Harry located Kemp and Aislynn, the latter laughing in amusement, and the former trying to get his hand out of a hand trap with out luck.

"Do I even want to know what the two of you got yourselves into whilst I was away?" He asked, half smile securely planted on his face.

Kemp glared at him. "We were looking in the little side street Knockturn Alley when genius boy here stuck his hand in a monkey hand trap."

Aislynn just snorted.

"Monkey hand trap?"

"You know how they used to capture monkeys? Stick a nut in a coconut but they'd make the whole just small enough that the monkey could get his hand in but once he grabbed the nut he wouldn't be able to pull his closed hand out." She paused in thought. "Of course if the monkey was smart enough they'd just let go of the nut and escape but they don't."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "So this was supposed to capture a person's hand?"

Aislynn nodded grinning wildly. "It was made for robbers. Only the rightful owner knows the incantation that'll set him free."

"So why didn't the shop owner tell you the incantation." Harry asked as he watched Kemp, who had the vase between his feet and his other hand around on his right wrist pulling with all his might.

"That's the funny part." Aislynn snorted. "It seems that the person that he'd bought it from's grandfather had stolen it and so he didn't know the incantation."

"Bastard still made me pay for it though." Kemp grumbled. "Even jacked up the price because I had no choice but to pay it."

Harry by this time was chuckling.

"Oh haha, laugh at my misfortune!" Kemp flushed angrily brandishing his vase encased hand at them menacingly. "Just you wait! All this will create bad karma and then it'll come back to you full force! And we'll see whose laughing then wont we!"

This of course set them off into more fits of laughter that for Harry died as a hot feeling swept over him at sound of three words.

"Good afternoon Harry."

"Draco." He nodded flushing. "What are you doing here?" He was rather nervous, of course he'd figured there was a possibility that Draco would be there as he owned the shop, he just hadn't figured that he'd see him so soon.

A smile pulled at the side of the blondes mouth. "As of this morning at around," He glanced at his watch. "Eight, I'm the new owner of the Motohora Macaws, and your official sponsor is Quality Quidditch Supplies." He flashed a smile at the three shocked faces.

"Damn how much money does this man have?" Kemp whispered to a rather pale Harry.

Draco chucked. "You'll all be outfitted with the latest and best gear, new uniforms should be arriving in a few minutes in time for promo pictures and the reporters."

"Will the team be moving here." Kemp and Aislynn's eyes panned over to Harry whose question was like ice.

Draco frowned as he sized Harry up. "No. You will still be New Zealand's team, and you will still practice and live there." The tension in Harry's body loosened as he looked up.

"Can I talk to you alone?"

Draco nodded. "Scarlet, Laurent."

Without looking back to see if Draco was following, Harry made his way across the store to where he knew that back room was.

Draco pushed back the purple curtain and entered after Harry. "You wanted to sa-..."

"You bought the team Draco!?" His cloak fluttered around his feet.

Draco flinched back. "Yes, it seemed logical now that we had decided to try being friends. I've wanted to buy this team for five years."

"Try being friends Draco, the emphases being on try!" He ran a hand through his hair in an agitated manor. "What happens if we can't be friends? We'll have to be in contact, you being the boss."

"Harry, it will work out. If it doesn't you'll be in New Zealand and I'll be here in England and I'll hire someone to play my roll. I was planning to hire someone anyway, I do have a bank to run." He gave Harry an amused sort of grin that had the darker haired man flush deeply.

He was shifting as he had nothing to say to that. All and all it was a smart move for Draco to have made as well as a logical one and the heat and anger Harry felt over it was almost completely irrational. That being said he was still burning with something as he looked up into the blondes face, of course as he kept staring he started to wonder if it really was anger he was burning with. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah okay." Harry mumbled. "Just watch yourself, this is my team, even if your name is on the books."

Draco's smile widened. "Sure thing, so how about we going back out there and get ready for the pictures? I have to say that I can't wait to see you in your uniform." He wiggled his eyebrows at Harry causing the shorter man to laugh.

"I bet."

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The rest of the day went relatively well. The uniforms all fit wonderfully and Harry new that most of other players had never even touched fabric that was this expensive before. But Harry, having known Draco for as long as he had, could spot a fine fabric from a mile away.

Kemp had finally had the hand trap taken off of him by a rather amused looking Draco whose family had been the original owners. Kemp had followed Draco around the rest of the shoot asking Draco about everything he owned. Harry and Aislynn had been rather embarrassed by their rather brazen friend but Draco seemed to have no qualms about discussing the 15 houses he owned or the small island in the Caribbean.

Harry couldn't help the bubble of warmth he felt in his chest at seeing Draco smile. He wasn't sure what it was that he was smiling about but he could only guess that it was something to do with the rather large smirk plastered on Kemps face. Amazingly, the two had gotten on famously.

"Harry?" He turned at the sound of Aislynn coming out of the dressing room.

"It's amazing isn't it?" Her eyes glanced over to where Harry's eyes had been moments before.

"Kemp and Mr. Malfoy?" She inquired.

He nodded. "It's like I keep expecting Draco to get uncomfortable and say something like 'I don't associate with commoners.'" He laughed.

Aislynn looked shocked. "Was he like that when you two were close?"

Harry laughed again. "He was a horrible kid, manipulative, rude, and just plan mean. He liked to go around talking like a little deatheater. We used to beat the crap out of each other. In fact, I have scars from some of our fights." Harry was smiling but Aislynn's mouth was open.

"Why did you two date then if you seemed to hate each other?"

Harry smirked. "I found him cute. Every time he was mean to someone, insulted my friends or hexed someone, I found it adorable. In fights, we both gave as much as we got and we were like that with everything. Everything we did together was filled to the brim with a passion that scared most of our friends."

Aislynn looked back at Kemp and Draco, who seemed to be discussing something that had them both moving their hands in suggestive motions. She was having trouble figuring out how the Draco she saw now was the same person that Harry described.

"I kinda miss the evil Draco. Although I have seen signs that he still has it in him." Draco looked over at them and waved which caused Kemp to burst out laughing.

Aislynn raised an eyebrow. "Wonder what that was all about."

"Doesn't matter." He turned and gave her a bit of a smile. "I'm gonna go, I'll see you two later."

"Later Harry."

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A/N: Sorry about the wait but I'm lazy.... and yeah... that about somes it up... heh. Chapter 11 part two should be out soonish.

DG