Title: To be with you…Again.
Summary: A certain quidditch player is hunting Draco's dream, reminding him of his painful past. Who is he?
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: I don't own them by any chance.
Chapter Four
Draco, along with the former Gryffindors, entered his room. He groaned as he flopped down his bed, making Hermione looked at him sympathetically. She's determined to find out the real identity of this new seeker for the sake of the Slytherin and of course, for Ron and her.
Ron, on the other hand, looks like he's been in paradise and back and Hermione just have to bring him back to reality. "What? What happened?" said Ron hurriedly, confused.
"Snap out of it, Ron."
"But Mione', my favorite team is on the same building we're on! This is huge…bigger than huge…" he paused, thinking, "All right, what's bigger that huge?"
"No sex."
Ron eyes bulge out. 'No Sex?' He thought weakly. This caught him off guard. 'What's wrong with supporting his team?' "Huh?" he asked dumbly.
Hermione smiled triumphantly. That has gotten his attention. "Since when did this 'team' of yours started winning Quidditch Cups again?"
"Two years ago, I think…when Estefan joined the team, why?"
"What do you know of Estefan?"
The redhead looked at her puzzled. "Why the sudden interest?" he asked, looking over at his wife, then to Draco and back to Hermione, "something's fishy…"
Hermione scoffed, "Ron, you demented! Don't you see? Haven't you noticed something?"
"See what? What is it? Nobody tells me anything anymore…"
"We're not sure about it, but what do you know of Scott?"
Ron frowned and bit his lip, "Not much. The only thing on his biography is his name, address to where he lives. He's our age, I think. He don't fancy being interviewed and will do anything to avoid media, that's why he usually uses muggle transportation but I guess that's not going to work anymore." He remembered the press all over the airport, asking questions and taking pictures of the said seeker.
The other two occupants of the room nodded and listened intently, all the while figuring things out.
"When's the game?"
This time, the redhead's grinning, "If I tell you, will you let me watch it, live?"
Hermione quirked an eyebrow and smiled, her eyes twinkling mischievously, making Ron shiver. "We'll even go with you."
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Harry excused himself to go to his room, telling them he needed to rest and retreated the poolside as soon as possible. His teammates brought their families with them and are now unwinding themselves under the sun. Their wives gossiping while their kids playing in the water, others running around, trying to catch each other.
The seeker can't stand being with children, especially babies. He had refused many offers of being the godfather of the sons and daughters and he never went to their birthday parties. He didn't know why, but when he's around them, he can't breath and his mind is blurred, like he's drowning and can't move, like he's paralyzed.
He just had to get out of there, fast. He wasn't like that before. He used to love children and he even bet he could baby-sit for free. Hell, he even planned on having a child of his own, but all that changed when he started dating Draco, but he never stopped wishing.
He sighed heavily, 'Get a grip, Potter, it's been four years already!' He thought as he stepped in the elevator. His mind is elsewhere when he heard someone talking beside him. Curiously, he listened.
'Yes, very well…" said the voice. 'It's a woman,' Harry thought. "I miss you too…you sodding git, of course I love you…" The black-haired blushed, feeling guilty for eavesdropping. 'Indeed, I'll see you soon, Severus.' The woman voiced out as she walked out the elevator doors. The Gryffindor was beyond shocked, he was bewildered, flabbergasted and is about to have a heart attack. 'Snape? Severus Snape? The grease ball?' He thought, not really believing it was happening. 'Oh dear lord, Snape got himself a girlfriend…'
He only saw the back part of her, but he could tell that she's gorgeous. Tall, slim, pale white skin and long raven hair. Harry smiled, amused. 'This would be fun…'
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Draco blinked, his eyes adjusting to the lights. When Hermione and Ron left, he dozed off, trying to clear his mind. The former Head Girl said that she would be doing some research about Scott and she would try to get access to the locker rooms. Ron, of course, the ever-loyal supporter of Chudley Cannon, was rendered speechless, his happiness contagious.
He pushed himself off the bed, yawning. He'd been asleep for the past three hours and the clock now reads 1600. He drew his curtains open and stared outside. The clouds were dark and it looks like it's going to rain.
The blonde groaned, remembering how Harry loves the rain and how he used to drag the Slytherin out the castle and play. Of course, Draco would whine about getting wet, how his clothes are to be dry cleaned and he'll tell Harry to shove his juvenile delights somewhere and leave him be. Harry the gentleman he is, never pointed out that Draco never really did something to stop him.
Draco never forgot the every time they went out to play. He treasured every moment of it. Harry laughing merrily as he threw his head back, his raven hair sticking up all over as he tasted the sweet droplets, while he, on the other is taking cover under some tree near the lake, pretending to be disgusted, he is a Malfoy and Malfoys don't purposely get out in the rain and get dirty. But never mind him, his eyes are now all over the Gryffindor, who would spread his arms wide open and starts spinning around like the mad person he is and then he would lose his balance and fall into wet puddle that will sent spraying mud all over.
Draco thinks that Harry is cute and still is drop dead gorgeous even with dirt covering him, but of course he would never say that out loud, heaven forbid, no! Not many people would go out willingly just to play in the rain and possibly be covered in mud, in fact, he hardly knew people who's like Harry. The Gryffindor loves to taste the rain; it's like the substitute of chocolate in his case. But there's one memory he treasured the most, it's when Harry took his pale hands, pulled him close and surprised him with one thing he thought he would never experience with Harry.
Flashback
The clouds looming around Hogwarts is unusually dark and gloomy and the wind is howling every passing minute. Harry had, again, successfully dragged Draco out the Slytherin dungeons and is now currently sitting in between the Gryffindor's legs.
"Harry, I'll have you know that this is a new wardrobe of mine…" the Slytherin said, leaning back to his lover.
"Yes, and it is to be dry-cleaned, yeah, yeah…" the green-eyed waved a hand, dismissing the thought.
Draco sighed in defeat. As much as he wanted to run back inside and change, he held his position in Harry's arms. This is much more important than some stupid but expensive, elegant looking trousers and a gorgeous, black turtleneck sweater and his new polished leather shoes…Draco bit his lip and wished the feeling of loss away. "What are we doing---" The blonde was cut off when water droplets started falling from the sky, he stared in horror at his now wet robes. "Argh…" he groaned in frustration. "I hope your happy now, Po-" Harry brushed his lips onto his.
The Gryffindor stood and offered his hands to the blonde. Draco looked at it, confused, quirking an eyebrow at the raven-haired. Harry just softly smiled at him. The Slytherin took it and was pulled up, facing his lover.
Harry, to the blonde's surprise, snaked his arms around Draco's waist, pulling him close. He blinked, surprised and then wound his arms around the other boy's neck. Their body started swaying at the rhythm the rain gave. Draco's thoughts were blurred, his blood running high. 'We're dancing!' He smiled and gave Harry a chaste kiss.
"Hmm…" the raven-haired smiled back, their foreheads touching. Harry hummed a song he loved, closing his eyes.
This made Draco's heart flutter. 'He's singing…' Well, he's humming, but for the blonde, it's all the same. He knew how Harry hated singing and how bad he is a dancer, and Draco on the other hand fancy both. The blonde closed his eyes when Harry flicked his wand and muttered a spell.
Softly, a piano began to play, surrounding the field. It was the song Harry was humming. A male voice started singing, and Draco listened carefully.
'I finally found someone
Who knocks me off my feet
I finally found the one
Who makes me feel complete…'
Draco sighed heavily, his head now resting in Harry's shoulders. His breathe ghosting over the other boy's neck.
'It started over coffee
We started off as friends
It's funny how simple things
The best things begins…
This time its different,
It's all because of you
It's better than it's ever been
Cause we can talk it through'
He felt Harry's arms tightened as the wind howled. The temperature dropped two notches. Draco pressed his body closer to Harry's, using their body as source of heat and comfort. They stayed like that until the song is over and went to eat dinner.
"This is the best dance ever, Harry…" Draco whispered before they separately walked towards their respective tables.
End of Flashback
The blonde found himself standing wet at the poolside. He didn't know how he got there and why. He walked towards the bar at the other side as he scanned his surroundings. The place is deserted due the fact that it is raining.
He ordered himself a cocktail, planning to wait till the rain stops. He seated himself at corner, thinking of ways to kill time. He thought of his fellow Slytherins who joined the Order and those who joined Voldemort. Surprisingly enough, his two cronies went to join him, along with Pansy and Millicent. Blaise too, but he was killed by his father when he renounced his side. He wasn't surprised though when he heard of Marcus Flint fighting for the light. He knew that he was having an affair with Oliver Wood. He caught them snogging after a Quidditch match.
He heard someone dived into the pool and snapped his head towards the direction. A black-haired man resurfaced soon enough and Draco had the urge to duck and hide under the table but thought better of it. He, instead, watched, his eyes gleaming in the dark.
Estefan swam back and forth, his body glistening from where Draco is seated and his hair plastered on his face, gleaming. Every time the player emerged from the water, the blonde would either sigh or suck up some air. 'This is…better than gay porn…' He thought, grinning. 'Not that I've watched one before…it's just gross.' He added afterwards. It is true, Draco maybe gay but he won't stoop that low watching gay porn, why watch if you could some porn yourself, right? Problem is, he never did get any action since, well, Harry. He never really tried, some flings here and there, but nothing serious.
'What if you get it on with this guy, would you have second thoughts about getting laid, then?' He asked himself. This made him smirked. 'Maybe…with a body like that, it would be a sin to say no…'
Estefan is now standing in the middle of the pool, his head pulled back staring straight up the pouring sky. Then he smiled which made Draco moan in delight but what the other man did made the blonde stopped whatever it is his thinking. Estefan suddenly opened his mouth to drink in the rain.
'Oh, hell…'
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Harry exited his room as soon as he put his last clothing on. When he heard water spluttering at his glass window, he suddenly had to urge to swim and play a little under the rain. He was sure that not a single soul would be there.
He walked out the elevator and saw Draco standing outside, his mind elsewhere. He watched him from where he stood preparing to call the medics if ever the blonde would faint from hypothermia.
Draco's platinum hair darkening as he stood there, soaking wet, his pale skin even paler than usual, for Harry, Draco is the most gorgeous man he ever laid his eyes on. And it hurts to just look at him, to not be able to touch, feel his skin or taste his lips.
'All the more reason to make my first move then,' the black-haired thought as walked out the rain when the blonde had gone straight to the bar. He knew the rain reminds Draco of him, and how he loved to play in it. And so he planned on showing the blonde just how Harry, he is. He dove into the water, making sure he made his presence known. He swam back and forth, relaxing his muscles and enjoying the water, both the rain and the pool.
When he is sure that the other man is watching, he tilted his head back, taking in every drop of water in his mouth, enjoying the coolness and sweetness of it. He felt the blonde stared at him disbelievingly. 'He does remember…'
He saw Draco stormed back to the hotel, his body rigid. Estefan didn't know if that was a good sign or a bad sign. "Expect the worse…." He murmured grimly and planned on drowning himself.
'If you only knew…Draco…'
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"Hermione…I think, it's him…he…he…" the blonde gasped for air, trying to catch his breath. When he reached his room, he made a beeline straight to where the phone is and called her.
"Calm down, Draco…what happened?" the voice at the other end asked, concerned.
"Well, he…remember how Harry loves the rain?"
Hermione nodded, "Yes."
"And how he loved to taste the rain?"
"Ah-huh…"
"Remember how we think it's weird for liking it cause most people thinks it poisonous or it's acid rain?"
"Yes." Hermione frowned, not really know where this is going.
"I saw him…"
"Where? What's he doing?"
"I saw him swimming, just now…and he…held his head back and opened his mouth and…"
"Estefan?"
Draco sighed, "No, no, no…" He answered sarcastically.
"Well, maybe…Draco," Hermione bit her lip.
"I know…I know…but what if he's Harry?"
"What if he is Harry? What will you do?"
"I…I'll bring him back, Hermione…" He answered softly. It's the truth. He'll do anything to have Harry back, never minding his pride. 'Will…will you and Ron help-" He paused, taking a deep breath. He opened his mouth again but Hermione cut him off.
"Of course, Draco…we'll help you have him back. We want him back too…" She smiled at him softly at the other line. "Look, I've got tickets for tomorrow's game and I am now trying to have a pass to get us through the locker rooms, we'll check him out tomorrow then, all right?"
"All right…" Draco said, relieved and happy. "Thanks…Hermione. Thank you…"
"Don't worry about it, Draco…now, please do get ready, Sirius and Remus will be meeting us in an hour…" Hermione informed him and added merrily, "I heard they have an important announcement…something to do with Snape…"
"Severus? What about him?"
"Oh, you'll be surprise…I'll see you later, ok?"
"Yeah, looking forward to it…"
To Be Continued…
A/N: HI all! Sorry this came late...I lost the original copy and I have to rewrite it, heaven knows how I did it. I want to thank you guys for the reviews! You guys are so kind, even with your death threats...Please review more! I hope you like this chapter, it's the longest chapter so far. There! I dropped off some hints of why Harry left, who could guess what it is? I'll give you candy! :) I want to say thank you for those constructive criticism I've received. I don't have a beta so, please do point out some mistakes, I'll gladly change it. I got the idea of dancing in the rain from my other fic, so don't sue me...all right?
I've finally found someone by Barbara Streisand is the song I used in this chapter.
To Be Continued…
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