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; Ron/Hermione; Sirius/Remus; Oliver/Marcus.
Disclaimer: I don't own them by any chance.
Chapter Six
Estefan Scott is currently hovering 20 feet from the ground, his eyes scanning the field, his face scrunched up in concentration, looking for the snitch. He'd been doing so for the past 10 minutes and he is getting restless.
The moment his feet left the ground, he saw Draco comfortably seated at one of the stands and the sight made him smile. But what made his insides flutter was the sight of his former two best friends sitting beside the blonde, along with Sirius, Remus who, by the way are sitting too close with each other, and Snape who's glare rivaled the Dark Lord's.
The seeker pretended not to have seen them and flew straight up, wanting more than to find the snitch and get it over with. But no! The damn little bugger decided to be not spotted anytime soon and this made Harry sigh in frustration.
He didn't seem to care about the other team's seeker due to the fact that he's confident that he could win this game. The opposing seeker looked nervous enough to think clear or better yet, look for the snitch. Cocky? Yes. But it's the truth.
He discreetly glanced at the blonde's way and if it's possible for a heart to freeze and beat faster at the same time, his heart surely did. Grey orbs were watching him intently. Admiring and longing for him...well, at least that's what he thought he saw. 'Is it possible that he already knew?' he asked himself, not really wanting to know the answer. 'What if he does? Will he want me back? Will he welcome me with open arms?' He bit his lip, stopping himself from strangling himself. He knew he was being selfish. He left the blonde without so much of a word and now he's expecting a warm welcome back embrace, he's more mental than he thought but one could hope, right?
His gaze shifted when he felt four pair of eyes burning a hole on his skull, he sighed defeated. Of course they'll find out who he is. Who was he kidding? Two pair of brown eyes and two pairs of black ones. 'Well, at least Ron still hadn't noticed...' he thought, almost smiling at his friend's naiveté. Almost. He frowned at the thought of Ron's reaction once he find out. It'll be nasty and perhaps...bloody?
Snorting to himself, he ignored the inquiring looks coming from four people, one calculating—'Hermione,' he thought, amused. Two concerned and betrayed looks, 'Sirius and Remus...' and one rather fowl scowl on his face as he watch the former Gryffindor---'Severus Snape,' he thought warily. Some things never changed. Suddenly tired of being watched, he maneuvered his new Firebolt Millennium Edition to his left and searched for the snitch, again, failing to find it.
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Draco hung his head, defeated. He's sure that he's Harry all right, but now what? He wants him back but how? Did Harry want to be with him? Is he with someone else? But Ron told him that the seeker's a famous bachelor from the start. 'I love him...does he still love me? What if he does and he just doesn't know what to do?' He mentally slapped himself. 'Get a grip! Damn it, Draco, stop your wishful thinking, it's not becoming you. You're a Malfoy.' A bulb lit up somewhere in his head, slowly raising his eyes to watch the Cannon's seeker, he smiled. 'I am a Malfoy...and Malfoys do get what they want one way or another...' Smirking to himself, he waited for the said man of his life to glance his way.
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Harry sighed heavily, daring himself to steer his broom facing the stand where the blonde and the others were watching. And what he saw made him choke, losing his balance on his broom. He gasped audibly ad fought the blush off his face.
There, sitting on the stands is Draco Malfoy minus his leather jacket, clad in a white fitting Armani polo whose buttons were open halfway his chest, showing his pale white skin and toned chest. Draco Malfoy on the most inviting position one could do on a Quidditch game at a Quidditch stand.
Lust filled orbs staring straight at him, daring him to do something. Moist pink lips parted slightly showing off perfectly white set of teeth darted out, licking his upper lip.
"Oh..." Harry thought, "hell..." the seeker's palm is all sweaty and he's hot which has nothing to do with the blazing sun. He didn't notice his slipping form off the broom until one of his teammates shouted, calling his attention. This made Harry snapped put from his train of sexual thoughts of the blonde and eventually, made him frowned. 'Did I just drift off from the game?' eyes widening, cheeks flushing and mouth gaping, he confessed, 'I did...I did drift off---'
A flash of gold caught his attention and before he could lecture himself, he's speeding straight to where the snitch is—just above the redhead's hair. Of course this didn't enter Harry's mind who is now grinning sheepishly as he zooms off.
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On the other hand, Ron is frowning, confused at what he is now witnessing. Through his binoculars, he saw the Chudley Cannon's seeker blushing furiously, jaw almost detaching itself and falling slowly off his Firebolt? 'What the---?' He looked closer, following the seeker's gaze, which surprised the red-haired when he noticed that the other man's gaze is straight to where he is.
'Is he staring at me?' he shook his head, flushing at the thought. 'No, of course not! How could I think sick of him...Hermione?' he frowned deeper and glanced at his wife's way. 'No, that's a no...' he glanced back at Estefan, and back to his other option. He scanned the stand and froze. 'Oh...hell...Draco?!' "Malfoy!" he hissed.
The blonde scowled at the Gryffindor, "What?" he hissed in return.
"What are you doing? Do not sedu---interrupt Chudley Cannons!" Ron growled, indignant. "Interrupt the other team instead!" he added, eyes lighting up with anticipation.
"Wha--! No!" Draco glared at Ron. The blonde shivered at the thought of seducing one the Wasps. They're ugly beyond reasoning and...well, Draco only have his eyes for one seeker. "Besides...they have the most horrible Quidditch robes ever! Look at it!" He waved his hand frantically the direction of the opposing team, "yellow and black! It's cautioning us with their contagious misfortune of looks and..." frowning even more. "Its just unforgivable to just even make eyes with them..."
Ron just shook his head, whether in disbelief, amusement or defeat, no one knew. He smiled slightly at the blondes ranting. "Well, stop seducing Estefan..." he whispered.
Apparently, everyone within two meters radius heard this statement. Four heads turned to their direction, an eyebrow raised.
"Who's seducing who?" asked Sirius, his voice laced with interest.
"I couldn't tell..." the blonde answered faking a confused tone. "Weasley here accused me of 'interrupting' the Cannon's seeker when he made googoo eyes with all of them yesterday back at the hotel..."
Ron flushed, his eyes widening. "I am not making googoo---"
"Weasley, you never cease to amaze me. Making eyes with a man in front of your wife..." said a silky voice from Snape.
Ron looked beyond mortified. He was about to open his mouth, a defensive retort at the tip of his tongue when he caught sight of Estefan flying at an alarming speed towards him. His eyes widening more, if that's possible and before he could react, the seeker came sprawling off his broom, falling fast in the air, unconscious.
It all happened so fast. As Harry's hand closed in the snitch, a bludger came shooting straight at him and hit him square in the chest sending him of the air. He heard a gasped and a heartbreaking 'no' before he fell into oblivion.
"No!!!" Draco Malfoy paled to whiter shade of pale. He quickly stood up, leaning forward to helplessly watch the seeker's body fall into the field
Hermione quickly grabbed her wand and muttered a spell that made Estefan slowly be placed on the ground. She sighed in relief and Draco smiled at her appreciatively.
As the Medics came to aid the fallen seeker, the crowd grew wild, cheering for the Chudley Cannons. Draco, on the other hand, hurriedly went to Harry's side, insisting that he'll come along with them whether at the hospital or the clinic. He wanted to make sure that he'll be all right and wants to be there when he awoke. 'And maybe ask him why he left?' he now strongly believe that this is Harry. The way he flies and the way he reacted when I interrupted him.
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Remus had his hand on a struggling Sirius Black, whose decision was just like the blonde. "Rem! Let me go! He's hurt!" He cried out as quietly as he could, eyes pleading for release. "Please...he's my godson...my lost godson..." he whispered desperately.
"Honey, let Draco handle this. Right now, we must pretend that he's not Harry, not your godson but Estefan Scott. Sirius..." he sighed, "Sirius, look at me...we've been through this. We can't risk having his identity slipped. Please..." The werewolf begged this time. He knew how his husband loves his godson and learning that that man is Harry, he wanted nothing more that to go and give him a hug. No explanations needed.
Sirius bit his lip, looking all defeated. He knew the wolf was right, he's always right. "Fine. You're right..." he said, his face crestfallen.
Remus smiled at him proudly and kissed his husband's forehead. He sat on his lap, nuzzling the ex-convict's neck. "Just have faith, love...alright?" the honey-haired man grinned wickedly, "Now, lets get Snape and sneak off the locker rooms..." he felt the other man smile and added, "You know how indignant he is doing this..."
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"Three broken ribs and a punctured lungs..." the voices said urgently with each other. Draco have Harry's hand on his, rubbing his thumb over the calloused palm, keeping it warm. Five minutes have passed after the fall and the whole team had been successfully shooed away. The rain started pouring and they still are in the field.
"He's barely breathing...blood's clogging his..." A spell was muttered and the blonde guessed that it made Harry breath temporarily.
"Levitate him and bring him straight to St. Mungo's."
Draco drowned the voices around him. It's really not helping him calm down and he'll have a breakdown when he listens more, which will be embarrassing due to the fact that he's not injured and insisted to stay put. 'Its just a bludger...its not serious...right?' he asked himself, 'he should be fine. He would be. He'd taken a lot worst than this back at Hogwarts. He'll be all right.' He convinced himself.
Minutes later, the blonde found himself in a room with buzzing medi- wizards and medi-witches. They surrounded the bed, muttering spells and preparing a list of potions needed. They never gave him potions yet cause his trachea clogged with blood and he'll probably cough it out.
"There's some spells on him, we can't use complicated magic, his body might overload..."
Draco's eyes widened, "what spell?" he weakly asked. The healers turned to look at him, seeing him for the first time. Draco frowned at them and repeated his question, this time his voice firm.
"There's too much spell on him, Mr. Malfoy. Concealment charms..." a black-haired witch answered, frowning at her findings. 'And..."
"And...?" the blonde asked, feeling sick.
The others now looked surprised when they realized what one of their colleagues was talking about. They glanced at each other uncertainly, trying to read each other's mind and deciding to show the blonde what they're taking about. "Finite Incantatem..."
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Ron couldn't be happier. All trace of the incident earlier evidently gone as he gladly snuck behind a vending machine, thinking no one's going to see him. Chudley Cannons won the Quidditch cup for the third time and this made Ron's feeling of delight increase ten-fold. And sneaking past authorities to go to the locker rooms just left him lightheaded and now currently found himself sprawled on the floor.
An indignant howl from Snape was heard before the Potion Master came hurdling down the cold concrete, face flat on the floor. "Weasley! You freckled face fag!" he snarled as soon as he was standing. He gained his composure, dusting off imaginary dirt off his immaculate black robe. "You think after living a couple of decades he'll be able to master the concept of walking, but no! He just have fell off and grabbed me with him!"
"Shh!" Hermione scolded, trying to look annoyed and menacing but failing miserably. Snape sprawled on the floor is really an amusing sight and she can't help her laughter. Remus and Sirius snickered behind her.
"And to drag me here to...to this juvenile delinquents! Ugh!" he rambled on, his frown getting deeper every second.
"Severus, let it go. Its an accident." Hermione said, helping up her husband whose grin still intact, obviously unaware of what just happened.
"An accident?! I swear, you Gryffindors have the grace of a dying---"
"Someone's coming!" Remus hissed as he pushed a grinning Sirius back at the corner. "Hide."
Hermione glanced sideways and pushed the red-haired man behind the vending machine and was about to follow suit when she noticed Severus not moving an inch from where he is, obviously still ranting. With a scowl on her face, she tried to push him but to no avail. Deciding that there's no enough space for him and her both behind where Ron's hiding and noticing the faint sounds of footsteps, she grabbed Severus' collar and hauled him to the other side where they can hide.
Snape blinked, eyes widening when he realized what was happening. "Cease manhandling me, Granger--Weasley! Now!" he shrieked. No, erase that, no Snape shrieks and lives!
Hermione glared at him and pulled him with much force and shove him at the wall. "Quiet Severus or we'll get caught!" Snape just sneered at her and slapped her hand away from him. "You're such a sissy."
"You're the one to talk! Your lack of femininity is just a pitiful as that carrot's lack of manly traits!" he retorted. "You two compliment each other!" the pale man smirked and added sarcastically, "Oh, no...wait. You are married to him. Will you look at that..."
Hermione just shook her head, hiding the amused expression. She knew the man don't mean any of his insults, if you call that that. He's just merely doing it to cover his humiliation of being dragged down by Ron.
Voices can be heard seconds later and the both of them went still, listening carefully at the intruders.
"Oliver, love...you do realize that now Estefan is gone, you've got no one to spy to?" a low and whining voice said.
There's a sigh and, "Marcus, I just want to look, alright? You know, just check up. I know how Harry is about his things. Just want to see is Estefan's locker for a second. Just...a peek." Said another voice.
Hermione's eyes narrowed as she listened more. These people were also after Scott's real identity and it seems that one of them knew Harry very well. Interested and slightly worried, she listened more.
"But, honey, we're not allowed—"
"You promised you'll come with me for this..." the guy named Oliver cut off.
"Right. Okay..." said a defeated voice. "But if we get caught and the headlines read: 'Two professional Quidditch players caught digging through Scott's locker---turn to page six.'"
"Page six? Really? That far off?" asked the other, grinning.
Hermione discreetly stepped forward and craned her neck to see who the two is. A soundless gasped came from her as she recognized who the intruders were. Just as she was about to retake her position, an offending hand pushed her away, revealing her to the two men. This time, she gasped audibly and glared at Severus.
Snape just smiled at her mouthed something about how sweet revenge is and not enough for manhandling him.
Two humans with XY chromosomes stared at her, waiting for her to speak up. She nodded at them and smiled, "Oliver Wood, Marcus Flint." She greeted. Before they could greet her back, something vibrated from her front pockets. She quickly held her mobile and pressed the answer button. "Hello, Weasley here."
"Its him." These two words paled her. She knew who this is and what he's talking about. "Its Harry."
"Where are you?" she asked, her voice laced with concern and worry.
"St. Mungo's." said the voice at the other end.
"Are you all right? Is he ok?"
"Mione'...he..." Draco couldn't continue, he's gasping for breath and his mind is shutting down.
"Were going there, wait for us." Hermione's voice never reached the blonde's ear as he dropped the phone and fainted. "Draco! Are you there? Draco!"
To Be Continued...
A/N: I am so sorry this chapter took so long. I was on vacation somewhere with no computer around. I've finished this chapter days ago and when I got back, I immediately typed it in. So, forgive my grammatical errors and spellings. Thank you for those who reviewed! I so love you guys! Tell me what you think of this chapter, yes? I think there's only one or two more chapter left. Hang on!