Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Author's Note: The idea for this story came when I saw an action figure of Harry Potter called Extreme Quidditch... Many thanks to Veer for beta-work, inspiration, help with some of the dialogue (and the fun following attempts) and down right silly conversations!

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Chapter 5

HARRY . JAMES . POTTER! WHAT . IN . THE . NAME . OF . MERLIN . DO . YOU . THINK . THAT . YOU . ARE . DOING?????????????

He managed to suspend himself in the air, like the rest of the players so it seamed. Even the Bludgers looked to be in a sedated state and hovered above the pitch.

"Playing Quidditch?", Harry offered.

"THAT'S NOT PLAYING QUIDDITCH!", Draco bellowed.

"Malfoy, what are you talking about?", Oliver said, slowly flying over and landing near Harry.

"Look at him!", Draco shouted.

"I don't understand what you're so upset about! He caught the Snitch!!!!", Oliver shouted back.

Harry, meanwhile, was still suspended in the air upside down. He came down softly, took his feet out of the straps and took off his protective helmet.

Oliver and Draco had entered in a shouting match, where Draco now accused Oliver of having corrupted Harry.

The rest of the Weasley's were watching with a vivid interest. They saw an agitated Oliver and a red faced Draco Malfoy, who had started waving his hands as to emphasize his point. Without drawing attention to themselves, they all flew within hearing range.

"Do you know what could've happened to him? What do you call it anyway?", Draco fumed.

"Extreme Quidditch!", Oliver said proudly. "I'm going to enter it in the NQL competition."

If it were possible, smoke would've come out of Draco's ears. Harry had now taken off most of his Quidditch gear and had shrunk all of his things so that they fitted in his jeans pocket. He then quietly walked to Draco, positioned himself in between Draco and Oliver and looked Draco straight in the eye. Draco seemend to calm down a bit, but was now visible trembling.

"Any minute now and he's going to explode", whispered George to Fred. Fred nodded. They looked, waiting for exactly that to happen.

Then Harry simply slid his arms around Draco and pulled him close. Draco resisted but after a while he gave in with a big shudder. He hid his face in Harry's neck and let go. Harry kept on stroking his back in soothing circles while murmuring "It's ok.".

Without letting go of Draco, he said goodbye and apparated them both back to the flat.....

After Draco had finished crying he simply looked at Harry, but remained silent.

When they were back at the flat they both took separate showers. In silence. They had diner. In silence. They spent the evening – Draco reading, Harry cleaning around the flat – in silence. Not once had Draco bothered with his bruises and Harry now suspected that a bath was out of the question too. When it was time to go to bed, Harry followed Draco into their bedroom.

"What are you doing?", Draco asked as he saw Harry going about his usual business before going to bed.

"Going to bed?", Harry said looking at Draco.

"Not in here, you're not.", Draco said in a clipped voice.

Harry look at him, question clearly visible in his eyes.

"You are not sleeping in the same room as I am, not after that stunt you pulled today." Draco was clearly working up some steam.

"Ok, fine, I´ll just sleep in the bathroom then", Harry said in a defeated voice with his hand on the doorknob.

"NO!", Draco shouted.

Harry lifted his eyebrow.

"All my hairstuff is in there! I don´t want to see you when I´m styling my hair!!!" Draco said, sounding very put out and ending it with a pout.

Defeated, Harry gathered some of his things from the bathroom, took some clean clothes and disappeared in the spare bedroom.

The next two days were spent in an icy silence that neither of them were able to break.

The next morning Harry woke up late. He hadn't slept well, being on his own in a strange bed without Draco's arms around him. When he finally stumbled into the living room, the first thing he noticed was the open suitcase which was slowly magically being filled with clothes. Draco's clothes. Suddenly filled with panic, Harry sprinted towards their bathroom. All of Draco's hair care products were gone.

Shit!, Harry thought, he's moving out!

By the time he came back to the living room, the suitcase had been shut and Draco was looking over some things in the room.

"Where are you going?", Harry asked as he saw Draco grab his jacket and his wand.

"I´m going to the Manor, Harry", Draco said with a sigh.

"Why? You´ve never gone there before when we had a fight", Harry just didn´t understand.

"I´m upset and emotionally disappointed Harry, there really is no other place I think I could go", Draco gave a dramatic sigh and apparated out of the flat.

Harry stayed behind, confused. Then, thinking of having to spend any time in the flat while Draco was at the Manor, clearly not planning on coming back any time soon, he started to panic and make plans of his own..

That afternoon he was sitting at the Weasley's kitchen table sipping tea, while telling Molly that he and Draco had had a fight and that Draco had moved back to The Manor. When Molly just looked at him, he said "I can't stay in the flat by myself, knowing that he won't be coming back anytime soon. Is it ok if I stay here?"

"Of course not, Harry dear, you're more than welcom to stay here with us." Molly immediately switched to mother-mode."Why don't you use Bill's old room, Harry. Bill's just visited, as you know, and won't be here for at least 2 months. Hopefully by that time you and Draco will have solved this situation", she said as she gave him a warm smile. Harry gave her a grateful smile. He wondered how he'd be able to sleep at all, but didn't want to worry her beforehand.

The next days he stayed at The Burrow. He had called in sick and went on long lonely walks. He sent Draco letters in which he told him that he was sorry but didn't receive any in return. After a week of continuing silence, the Weasleys started to worry. Harry wasn't sleeping, as all could see by the bags under his eyes. And he had lost his appetite too. He'd lost more weight than he should and had started to look like his 11-year old self, fresh out of the cupboard. Ginny tried to talk to him about it, but without result.

"Let it go, please Gin? He's angry with me. He won't talk to me and he hasn't answered my owls either. I can't sleep without him and am just not hungry.....", Harry had said with an empty look in his eyes.

When he had entered his second week of looking like he'd been doing an impression of The Grim Reaper, Ginny had had enough. She had managed to pry out of Harry where Draco was hiding, and one night she apparated over, determined to take matters in her own hand.

That evening, a very angry female Weasley apparated into the hall of Malfoy Manor.

Draco, who'd been warned in time, was there to meet her.

"Hello Ginny.", he said.

"Don't you 'Hello Ginny' me, Draco Malfoy!", Ginny fumed. "In fact, you won't be saying anything for a while. Silencio!"

"In the years that you've been with Harry, I've seen that you really care about him. And for you to move out must've really taken some effort." She shot a look towards him. He nodded, annoyed look on his face.

"I also know how bad you've had it when Harry was in that coma and had all those injuries."

Draco nodded again, still annoyed.

"And Harry has been trying very hard to make you happy hasn't he?" Ginny now said in a soft voice.

Draco shot her a suspicious look.

"You don't know what I am talking about? That's funny because he has done almost everything you've asked him!!" Ginny had raised her voice again.

Draco shook his head indicating that he didn't understand what she was talking about.

"Allright, shall I do the explaining?" Ginny now had a red face of agitation and Draco worried about her exploding.

"You were so frantic about him getting hurt, that he took a desk job instead of going into Auror training. Something he's been wanting to do ever since 6th year. Why? Because you didn't like the idea of him getting hurt. He's stopped playing Quidditch because you were afraid of all the injuries he would get. The only time he's played is when he comes over to visit The Burrow. And that brings me to another point. He hardly travels except to visit us or go to Diagon Alley , because you don't like the idea of what could happen. Yet, you have a job that you like. You're in investments and you get to travel a lot because of that while he stays home. He hasn't visited The Burrow half as much as before, because you don't like it. Has he ever asked you to not do any of those things? NO! How do I know? Because I bloody asked him!"

Ginny was now pacing frantically.

"And did you know what else he said? He wants you happy, that he didn't think that he had any right to interfere and if this is the way it has to be, well so be it. He didn't even have to think twice about that. Yet you think it is perfectly normal to place boundaries around him. Are you listening to me, Malfoy?"

Draco meanwhile had slid down on the marble floor holding his head in his hands as Ginny's words sunk in.

"But now, when he's finally on his broom smiling like his old, before-the- war self, playing bloody brilliant by the way, you make him feel like he's cheated on you with another man! Did you even bother to read his letters? And finally, because you moved out, so has he."

That certainly got Draco's attention.

"Yes! He's moved out. and he's getting worse by the day. He doesn't eat, he doesn't sleep. And still he's defending you!"

Ginny stopped to get some breath and then took a good look at Draco.

"You don't look too good either Malfoy. So, you have to ask yourself the question if a game of Quidditch was worth 2 people feeling utterly miserable. Finite Incantatem!" and she apparated out of The Manor, leaving a very stunned Draco Malfoy who would spend the rest of the evening and night thinking about all that she'd said.
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