Okay! Here I go! I have sworn to type this as fast as I possibly can and get it all out before I collapse with exhaustion. The time is 7:04 in the evening...let's see how long this take shall we (including breaks).


But first a word from Draco:

Author: Go on then Draco, you asked to have a bit of space at the beginning of this chapter!

Draco: Yes I did! *clears throat* I'd like to thank everyone for proclaiming how much they missed me! I MISSED YOU TOO! I knew you reviewers adored me!

Harry: Big headed git...

Okay now that's over I'm curious ARE THERE ANY GUYS ON FAN FICTION? ALL I SEE IS SCREAMING FAN GIRLS (LIKE ME) IF YOU'RE A DRARRY GUY AND YOUR OUT THERE DON'T BE ASHAMED, PROCLAIM YOURSELF TO THE WORLD!

Thanks for your reviews; you make my day, each and every one of you XD


Harry couldn't help but feel a little childish excitement when he dragged his eyes away from his laptop and spotted the heavily falling snow. Wondering briefly if he could possibly persuade Fay to a snowball fight or to make a snowman with him he glanced at the clock and swore loudly.

"Fuck"

He was very late. Dashing about in a mad rush Harry grabbed a scarf, gloves and a jacket before dashing out the door leaving his laptop glowing quietly in the dim room.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Harry grumbled as he checked he had his wallet, keys and his mobile (A.N: Yes, he has a mobile phone) As he wrenched open the door and practically fell out of it Harry barely suppressed a ridiculous squeal of delight at the snow covered street before he took notice of his surroundings and vaulted over his low front wall with surprising agility and even a hint of gracefulness.

Sprinting in snow is extremely difficult, not to mention hazardous as Harry discovered when he narrowly avoided being flat on his face several times. The possibility that he might make it alive however was becoming more and more attainable. The pub was in sight!

Had anyone been watching at that moment they surely would have broken into applause as Harry fought his way through the chaos the snow had caused (a group of delinquents had started a snowball war) and slipped safely into the pub his hair full of snowflakes that quickly melted. Harry flinched as he felt a burning glare scorch into the side of his face.

Approaching the angered aussie hesitantly he gave a sheepish grin. "Hey Fay" he waited for the outburst.

"Hey boyo! Get yourself a drink and then it's big match time! You'll never guess who I just saw! Terry! Y'know...the one who came over that time with the biscuits! Haven't seen him in yonks and I must say he looks rather good!"

Harry frowned "Fay" he started gently as he was directed towards the bar "I'm over an hour late"

"Really? I guess I didn't notice!"

"But the glare..."

"You're wearing that ridiculous scarf! Honestly Harry," she pulled the offending article off him and tossed it into a bin behind the bar "Red and gold? I thought you had taste!"

"Hey!" Harry looked forlornly at the scarf before giving a slightly evil grin "I have more at home you realise"

"I know" Fay sighed "I tried to burn them but they resisted"

"They're only scarves"

"THEY WOULDN'T BURN"

"Sure it wasn't a dream?"

"THEY CRAWLED OUT OF THE FIRE"

"You're insane"

"Perhaps but you have living and hideous scarves. I swear I'll get you a decent one for Christmas"

Harry smiled mentally noting to hide his Gryffindor scarves and find some ordinary, non magical red and gold fabric that Fay could burn.

"What do you want to do, start playing or have a sneaky smoke" Harry grinned knowing her answer every time it was the same: drink, smoke, play, smoke, drink, drink, and smoke. It had become tradition.

"Smoke!"

"Thought so"

As they went outside and leaned against the wall Harry sneakily constructed a snowball. When the timing was perfect (Fay closed her eyes and inhaled the night air) he swiftly slipped it down the neck of her tightly buttoned and zipped up coat. Laughing uncontrollably as he watched her dance around to attempt to dislodge it he paused as he heard a laugh from indoors. The laugh was nothing special, just an ordinary laugh and yet Harry paused to listen to it and smiled slightly himself. The pub was absolutely packed tonight.


Luckily Fay and Harry had a deal with the owner and managed to claim the pool table as theirs for the evening. Setting up the balls Harry graciously let Fay break the carefully constructed triangle.

"You've ruined it" he sighed dramatically

"I always knew you loved to pay with balls, anyway, I'm supposed to ruin it dimwit!"

Pool matches between Harry and Fay were never fair. The dirty play that was going on really was astounding. It was only after Fay groped Harry's chest several times and he placed a hand firmly on her breast just as she was moving in for the perfect shot that they agreed on a no physical contact rule.

They were just going for the black and the match was at its most exciting that Harry took what he had hoped to be his final shot. It was tricky yet Harry was positive he could do it, trying to ignore Fay blowing exaggeratedly in his ear and chuckling quietly he pulled back the cue and fucked it up royally.

That laugh! Harry spun around to try and discover who the owner was but the bar was just too packed. Ignoring Fay's triumphant cackle as she won the game Harry scanned the room. It was no use, everywhere he looked he saw the back of people's heads. Frowning at this new insanity he seemed to have acquired he turned back to his triumphant friend and sighed deeply.

"Pay up!" she demanded. Every time the wager was different. Last time she had asked a kiwi as a prize and Harry had obliged. This time it was more, it was three lines of the third book from the series she so reverently adored.

"Fine!" Harry groaned "Fine take it!" he held out a carefully folded envelope.

"Huzzah!" she jumped up and down before snatching the envelope from his hand and sniffing it with pure delight on her face.

"Mmmm...typed?"

"As you requested, just open it!"

She did so and wailed immediately after scanning the lines. "Harry!"

"What?" he replied innocently "You didn't say they had to be in English!"

"What is it? That's French I can tell....but..."

"The first line is French, the second Italian, the third Latin and the fourth is Greek" Harry grinned. Fay gaped at him.

"You speak Greek?"

"No and neither do I speak Italian, Latin or French so there's no point in torturing me for a translation!"

"I'll just have to ask those lovely people won't I!" she growled "I WILL NOT FAIL!" Harry knew Fay loved a challenge and wouldn't rest until she had won.

"Good luck with the Greek and Latin!" Fay made an obscene gesture with her hand before weaving off into the crowd. Harry watched for a few moments as Fay suffered disappointment after disappointment. Twenty minutes passed and Harry got a little bored as he waited for the girl to return. After an hour he was almost asleep but forced himself to act as if he had enjoyed the wait when he saw Fay making her way back towards him.

"Oh Harry it's beautiful!" she flung her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly "Thank you!"

"You got it translated? Even the Greek and Latin?" Harry was stunned and a little put out...

With a triumphant grin she flung down the piece of paper on the table before him and Harry bent over to read the elegant black scrawl.

'You wonder what my love is? Can you hold the infinite in your hand? I will love you infinitely.

Words can hardly describe, for only the most beautiful of them will suffice

And so I will say the words, although it may cost me everything I hold dear...I love you.'

~written by Rollo to Moore, sixth chapter, page three.

"It's part of Rollo's letter isn't it?" Fay grinned, ecstatic. "The one we didn't get to hear in the second book!"

(A.N: references to Harry's books aren't particularly important but to Fay Rollo's letter is of vital importance)

"Yes but...how the hell did you get it translated?" Harry frowned at the writing.

"The most gorgeous man I have ever seen..." Fay sighed "And he knew French, Latin, Italian and Greek"

"Weirdo" Harry muttered still looking at his words scrawled in another man's writing.

"That blond hair, those silver eyes" Fay put her head on the table and sighed deeply "Not to mention that voice...that smile...I think I'm gonna faint"

"Steady on" Harry grinned finally looking up "Why don't you go back and talk to him?"

"He was kind of...imposing...but he knew what the words were though!"

"Huh?"

"He knows your books, loves them in fact, he was almost as pleased as I was when he discovered it was Rollo's letter he was so innocently translating!"

"Shit!" Harry groaned

"He sweared on his life that he wouldn't repeat those words to anyone; he seems like a decent bloke...those legs.... You should have seen his face though! Priceless! When I said the author was a friend of mine he almost fell off his chair!"

"You told him I was the Author" Harry glowered

"No! I just mentioned I had beaten my friend at pool and this was my prize!"

"So he knows I'm here?"

"....yes..."

"Shit Fay!"

"Relax Harry! He doesn't know your name"

"I suppose..." Harry cursed his stupidness, how could he let an extract from the most hush hush book that people were dying for spoilers for be translated by a total stranger?

"Did he like it anyway? Your mystery man?"

"Adored it, said he couldn't believe something so beautiful as the series was written by a Muggle"

Harry's face paled dramatically and for an instant he swore his thoughts froze "A muggle?"

"Yeah" Fay rummaged in her handbag for her cigarettes "Weird right? I suppose it's some strange slang, smoke?"

Harry looked around worriedly "We have to get out of here...now" He hissed taking Fay's hand and leading her towards the door, she looked baffled but Harry wasn't in the mood to explain as he weaved them cautiously through the crowd scanning the people for anyone who looked out of place.

It's no big deal he told himself If you're found you can just move away again...cool it Harry, Fay must be suspicious...

They reached the door and Harry greeted the icy air with a sigh of relief and was grateful for the darkness of the night lit only fractionally by the pale moon. From a distance no-one would be able to see his scar and hopefully not recognise him.

Thank God!

"You alright Harry?" Fay nudged him

"Fine...just...got a bit freaked out by that guy possibly knowing who I am"

"Aww boyo it's okay, I don't know why you keep it such a secret anyway! Your writing's fantastic!"

"Thanks" Harry grinned and shivered slightly at the cold, he had left his jacket inside but he would rather fight another dragon rather than go back in there again...so much for Gryffindor bravery.


The two of them began walking and as she had so many times before Fay lightly touched the dark snake that stood out against the skin of Harry's forearm.

"Where's your jacket?"

Harry shrugged and she sighed "Idiot, you were wearing one weren't you?"

Harry shrugged again and continued walking.

"At least pull your sleeves down you must be freezing!"

"I'm tough" Harry grinned at the smaller girl.

She tutted but let the subject drop, they walked in silence for a while, the snow now falling ever so gently from the sky swirling around them. A few soft flakes touched Harry's exposed skin and he shivered.

"Let's cut across the park or you'll be an icicle by the time you get back"

Harry agreed and they crunched towards the few trees. Cutting across it would only cut off about a minute of the journey but Harry had decided no jacket was definitely not a good idea when it was sub zero.

It was a beautiful night and with the snow drifting gently down it would be the perfect romantic setting, if only Harry was here with someone he actually had an interest in.

Fay sighed seemingly thinking the same thing. "Here I am walking through a scene from the best romantic movie ever with a gorgeous guy but guess what! Just my luck he prefers other gorgeous boys!" Fay mumbled darkly and Harry laughed.

The man lounging elegantly on the bench glanced around as he heard the laugh and saw the couple approaching him. Sweet he thought vaguely a romantic walk through the snow and rolled his cigarette through his icy fingers. As he watched the snow fall from the sky he smiled a little sadly to himself.

"Harry" Fay said quietly "I don't want to alarm you but you see that guy"

"Yeah" They were still walking

"Well I have a horrible feeling he may be the guy from the pub...shit he's looking, don't run off and leave me with him!" She growled and grabbed him by the arm as he tried desperately to escape. "If I got raped by him...although I would most definitely submit...how would you feel?"

"Fine!" Harry growled ducking his head and looking obviously away from the figure on the bench praying it was dark enough for his scar to be concealed; as long as he stayed where he was it would be okay. Stay on the bench, stay on the bench. Harry chanted in his mind.

Fay grinned at the blond stranger who nodded back as he recognised her, causing Fay to swoon a little. "It is you!"

"It was the last time I checked" he drawled back as he stood and moved towards them tossing away his cigarette as he spoke.

Harry couldn't help it; at his voice he looked up straight into the stranger's eyes and almost had a heart attack as his gaze connected with liquid silver. He froze and it only took a split second for Draco Malfoy to do the same. It was as if the world had stopped turning leaving only the two of them and the gentle snow falling silently around them.

Draco Malfoy stood quite a bit taller than Harry yet still managed to retain his slender grace that he had always possessed, no product slicked his hair instead he left it falling wherever it wished which was usually delicately over one of his eyes. He was, of course, still blond. Anything else would have been wrong, and yet it wasn't quite as white as before, it had a slight golden tint to it. He was wrapped up warmly against the cold with a scarf and a long brown coat (A.N: Think David Tennant, Doctor Who) and yet despite this Harry could see he hadn't lost his god-like body. Harry's eyes lingered briefly on the two piercings at the top of Draco's left ear and he knew that Draco was taking in his changes much like Harry was doing to him.

"You" whispered Draco in pure, undiluted shock.

"Me" Harry confirmed grimly

After a couple of moments in which Fay became utterly confused Harry felt his anger rise up behind his eyes, how he longed to curse that ridiculously gorgeous face, to cause those long, long legs to tremble as Harry held his wand at his neck.

Dam Harry thought suddenly becoming aware of Fay standing beside him Act like a muggle....

"Harry...I..." Draco began but he was abrubtly silenced.

Clenching his fist as hard as he could Harry punched Draco Malfoy in the face. Fay looked on in horror as the man fell cracking his head nastily on the bench he had been relaxing on mere moments before.

"Fuck that hurt!" Harry cursed and rubbed his knuckles, turning away from the unconscious Malfoy on the ground he began to casually stroll away.

"HARRY!"

"What?" He asked innocently turning back and wincing at the sight of Draco

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

"Long story..." Harry muttered "come on I'm freezing!"

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND!? YOU CAN'T LEAVE HIM!"

"I can!"

"You'll be done for assault!"

"Pfft"

"Take him back to yours!"

"No fucking way!"

"Yes way!"

"No!"

"Harry! He'll freeze!"

"No!"

Harry unconsciously walked back towards her as they continued arguing. It was only when they were half carrying, half dragging and unconscious Malfoy who was bleeding from the nose and cheek that he heard Fay murmur something quietly.

"Huh?"

"I have to admit it was a bloody nice punch boyo, not sure how you managed to cut his cheek, make his nose bleed AND give him a black eye while managing to clonk his head on the bench but still...very nice"

"Thanks" Harry was feeling more than a little guilty now, Draco's eye was rapidly becoming purple and he was fairly sure he had broken his own hand with his violent attack, although he kept that little tibit of information secret from Fay. So much for acting cool.


Fay and Harry were too exhausted to bother trying to drag Draco upstairs and so they set him up on the couch. For someone so naturally slim he was surprisingly heavy. While Fay went to collect bed stuff from the laundry room Harry quickly removed Draco's wand from his inside coat pocket and hid it quickly in a drawer. Who knew what fury he had unleashed? For all he knew Draco could be the next big thing in terms of evil Lords who wanted to kill all muggleborns.

"Right" Fay finished making up the bed and turned to Draco "Let's get him undressed" she flexed her fingers with an evil grin on her face. For a minute Harry was actually scared but he quelled the feeling and shook his head. "No way missy"

"Oh come on! You're not allowed to undress him, you're gay!"

"And you're a man eater"

"Just let me touch his skin..."

"No"

"Come on!"

"We have the same stuff so it will be the least embarrassing"

"But he might not want you to see"

Harry turned his gaze on her

"Draco never complained before."

Fay's jaw dropped and she mouthed soundlessly before turning to leave, Harry heard her mutter from the hall "All the sexy ones gay...want him...lick his nose...sexy blondness" before she was cut off by the door closing behind her with a slam.

Harry shook his head knowing that he would pay for depriving Fay of her pound of flesh but right now all that mattered was Draco.

Fay had already managed to remove some of Draco's clothes leaving him slumped across the sofa in a rumpled white shirt open at the neck and black trousers which showed off his long, long legs to perfection. Trying to remain as detached as possible Harry swiftly removed everything but the trousers. Undressing unconscious Draco anymore just felt too...pervy.

Harry cleaned Draco up as best he could, pressing cold peas to his blackening eye and the nasty lump on his head from the bench. There was no doubt about it, he definitely felt guilty now. Malfoy's face was so peaceful in sleep and ridiculously beautiful. How could one man be so beautiful? Harry thought vaguely, his eyes lingering on the clear skin where the dark mark should be. Hmm...so not a Deatheater then?

Harry tried his hardest not to stare at Draco's pale and yet highly defined chest but it was hard, really hard. He couldn't believe that he had once kissed this man, it seemed so long ago, a different time, a different story. Harry allowed himself one moment to sweep his hand ever so lightly across his shoulder blades before pulling his hand back abruptly as if he had been burnt. There was a strange feeling in his stomach that he couldn't quite define. Making sure Draco was as comfortable as possible on the sofa Harry sat in the swivel chair by his desk, lit a cigarette and waited.


Draco: That's it! You're kidding me!

Author: It's 11:02 I've spent almost four hours on this including breaks so deal with it!

Draco: You could have described me so much better!

Author; Shut it. Readers, I give you permission to imagine 25 yr old Draco however you think he is sexiest and most beautiful! I kind of blanked and couldn't quite get the image in my mind onto the screen.

Harry: I dunno he looks pretty hot to me....

Next chapter some things will be explained and I hope to finish this story within about four chapters XD Y'know what that means?? SEXY DRACO/HARRY TIME! Believe me there will be much sexual tension and all that as well as two ULTIMATE SEX SCENES. So stay tuned and of course review, as always!

Yay Draco's back!