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Reese Craven – thanks, but I don't understand how you mean 'how Arianna was born'
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TheForbiddenChild22 – they will get together it just takes a while
Tygrressatheart – Arianna's a beautiful name and her mother may re-appear
SilverDragon161 – lol thanks, both are in denial
sun-sun kat – my friend has epilepsy and there is no reason I added it to this story just thought it would be a good way for harry and draco to get a bit closer
Trafalger – lol thanks, and I know but it is pretty bad
grin – I was going to consider draco coming up with the cure for epilepsy but I dunno if I want to go down that road – and yes, I do have a plot...or a semi-plot...a lose plan is about right
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lyaa16 – thanks, yes Arianna knows that harry is gay but she doesn't know he used to be with Draco
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Just another Harry Draco fan – epilepsy can't kill you but related things like falling or swallowing your tongue or choking can
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6. Eagle Eyed
"Professor Potter, may I have a word?"
Harry nodded at the ageing Headmaster and moved a stack of essays from the seat opposite him. Dumbledore smiled gratefully and sat down.
"Do you have a full team for the teacher/student quidditch match tomorrow?"
Harry bit his lip. Truth be told, he's completely forgotten about the annual event. A team of teachers played a select team of students. If the students won then they gained a week off lessons, if the teachers won they used the students to mark their essays, clean the rooms, cook and serve their food etc.
In the five years he'd been teaching, Harry had assisted Ron in assembling the teachers team. But, for the past two years, Ron had advised Harry to do it on his own, as Harry still had a better eye for quidditch players than his red haired friend.
But, he'd forgotten this year. He vaguely remembered the team already had six members and that he'd been searching for a seventh, but the arrival of Draco and Arianna's seizure had thrown him off a little.
"Um...we have six but we still haven't found a third chaser," Harry replied quickly.
"Who do you have so far?"
"Well, Ron as keeper and me as seeker. Professors Ivonavich and Burgess are going to be the beaters, and Hermione and Professor Krakauer will be chasers."
"Sounds good," mused Dumbledore. "Yet, I wonder...have you considered Professor Malfoy as your third chaser?"
Just hearing his surname made Harry's breath catch in his throat. "Um...he's usually a seeker."
Dumbledore simply smiled in that annoyingly knowing way of his. "Perhaps you should ask him."
Draco was catching up on his reading in the living room of his chambers, all decorated in green and silver, when there came a knock on the door. Sighing to himself, he marked his page and walked to the door, pulling on a shirt as he did, for one never knew who could be on the other side of a door.
What he didn't expect was for one Harry Potter to be on the other side, running a hand almost manically through his messy black hair.
"Yes?"
Harry looked up quickly, before staring back at the floor. Draco almost laughed. Fifteen years on and Harry was still the same unsure, clumsy an adorable fool he had always been.
"Um...there's this quidditch match tomorrow-"
"Teachers against students?"
Harry nodded before rushing on. "Well, we need an extra person for our team so I was wondering if maybe you could be that extra person? You'd have to play chaser but-"
Draco held up a hand to silence Harry before he babbled on into nonsense. "I'll do it."
"You will? Thank you."
"Do you want to come in for a drink or something?" offered Draco. 'Please say yes.'
"Okay," muttered Harry, stepping in through the door and closing it behind him.
He looked around him, the room was almost identical to his, but decorated in the Slytherin colours, and a photo of two small white haired children sat on a table.
"My nephews," explained Draco when he caught Harry looking at the picture.
"I didn't know you had any brothers or sisters."
"Well, I do, an older brother and those are his children."
Harry nodded and sat on the sofa, smiling gratefully as Draco passed him a can of something.
"Coke?" inquired Harry in amusement.
"What can I say? Ever since you forced it on me I've had a soft spot for the drink," grinned Draco settling into his armchair.
"Does Arianna play quidditch?"
Harry nodded, swallowing. "Yea, she's seeker. She loves it." He grinned. He loved talking about his daughter, and it was safe territory with Draco.
"How could she not be? She's your daughter after all."
Draco noted the look on Harry's face as he spoke about Arianna. Harry obviously loved his daughter dearly. He wasn't going to do anything to hurt his daughter. And that probably meant that he wouldn't have told her...well, anything.
"Harry?"
"Hmm?"
"Does Arianna know you're gay?"
Harry nodded. "Yes."
"Does she...?"
Harry fixed the blond with a sharp stare. "She doesn't know about what happened between us."
"Oh. I suppose that's for the best."
"Well, I thought so."
Draco cursed himself; he'd managed to take the conversation from amicable to cold and awkward within a matter of seconds.
"What time does this thing start tomorrow?"
"Eleven in the morning." Harry stood up. "I'd better go, loads of essays to mark and so on."
"Yea, okay. Well, I'll see you then."
"Yea."
The next morning at breakfast the Great Hall was buzzing with excitement. In just two hours the teacher/student quidditch game was commence, possibly meaning a week without lessons.
The seven teachers on the team sat in a huddle around one end of the table, supposedly talking tactics, but were momentarily trying to control their laughter as Harry and Ron thought up more and more ridiculous ways to beat the students.
"Yea, but you have to remember who the pupils seeker is," pointed out Hermione.
"I think Harry's capable of beating his own daughter," chuckled Ron.
"I wasn't doubting whether he could it was whether he'd be willing to."
Harry waved his hands. "Hello, I'm here, please stop talking about me as if I'm not."
"Sorry," the couple apologised.
"It's okay. And to answer your question, Arianna certainly has no morality issues with kicking me off my broomstick, therefore, neither do I."
Draco, who had sat silently picking at his toast for the entire conversation, suddenly pushed his chair out and bolted from the table, hurrying out of the huge doors, leaving the other teachers to stare after him.
"What's with him?" asked Ron, breaking the silence.
"I dunno," muttered Harry, still looking almost longingly at the door Draco had just disappeared through.
Mikael Ivonavich, the funny and charismatic Ancient Runes teacher, rubbed his hands together and grinned. "Why do we not go and have a little practice and hope that Professor Malfoy is deciding to return?" he suggested in his thick, Bulgarian accent.
The others nodded their agreement and they all left the hall together, rushing like children to the quidditch pitch.
Draco had eventually turned up, though still uncharacteristically subdued, and had played chaser better than anyone could've expected. However, regardless of this new discovery, the teachers still lost two hundred and fifty to one hundred, due to Arianna's catch of the snitch in a high-speed chase against her father.
Speculation that Harry had allowed his daughter to edge ahead of him was rife amongst the teachers, but forgotten by the students as they now had a week with no lessons.
There was to be a party in the Great Hall that evening to celebrate the students' victory and after the match everyone had hurried up to their rooms to pick out their outfits and get dressed.
Everyone except Draco. He had walked around the grounds until he was sure everyone had left the pitch, and then plodded back to the changing rooms to shower and dress back into his clothes.
He just didn't want to be around people for the moment, especially not his fellow teachers, as they would be asking why he fled at breakfast that morning. And that answer to that was just humiliating.
Draco was finding it hard to be around people because, with people, came Harry, and it was becoming increasingly difficult with every second he spent with the raven haired beauty not to just jump him then and there.
Harry had made no signs at all that he had any interest in Draco at all. And Harry had always worn his heart on his sleeve. His emotions had always been displayed all over his face, in those big, soulful green eyes of his.
Sighing loudly so as not to cry, Draco picked up his slacks and shirt and a towel and made his way to the shower.
The sound of pounding water suggested that he'd been wrong about being the only person in the changing room, for someone was definitely in the shower.
He knew he shouldn't move closer to see who it was, but it was just going to be a quick, innocent peak. Knowing his luck, it would probably one of the old, horny teachers he always forgot the names of.
Silently, he edged towards to shower, leaning so he could catch a glimpse of who was in there.
It was a tall, tanned man with broad shoulders and muscles that rippled beneath skin as he shampooed his black hair.
Draco gasped.
Standing a few feet in front of him, unbeknownst to his presence, was Harry, his Harry.
Draco couldn't help but stare, drinking in every tiny feature. He was exactly the same as before, except more muscled with darker skin, but there was now a huge black eagle that stretched across his shoulders, appearing to fly as he moved his arms.
He swallowed loudly. Too loudly. Harry whipped round and glanced around him.
"Is anyone there?"
Draco held his breath, just out of sight, trying desperately not to make a sound, as his eyes roamed over Harry's front. His stomach had always been hard and toned, but now there was defined muscle under the skin and thin line of black hair from his navel. There was no hair on his chest, there never had been. Harry just never seemed to grow hair there.
"Hello? If someone's there you better come out," warned Harry.
Still, Draco kept silent. Eventually, Harry shrugged and washed the white lather from his hair, before wrapping a towel around his waist and dressing quickly. Only once he was sure Harry had gone up to the castle did Draco emerge from his hiding place.
'Better make that a cold shower.'
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