"I'm not going." Harry shouted at Draco for what had to be the thousandth time. "I hate those stupid award shows! I refuse to be seen at one. Do you have any idea how people act around celebrities?"
"Oh no, of course not. I've only been on your show for over four months now with increasingly bigger appearances, I might add, but no how in the would I know what being a celebrity is like?"
"But it's different for you." Harry countered.
"How?"
"You like being the center of attention. You enjoy people fawning over you. I however don't!"
"Then why did you choose the one career besides being Savior of the Wizarding World that would cause you nothing but press attention?" Draco barked back at him.
"I didn't know that I hated the attention! I was fine with it before I remembered everything. Which I might add is your fault!"
"Excuse me?" Draco said icily, "Would you prefer to not have me around? Not remember? Fine Potter I'll leave then and you can go back to Mr. oblivious if that's what you would rather." Draco apparated out of Harry's house before he could say anything.
"You bloody prick." Harry hissed stomping to his wardrobe and pulling out his nicest tailored suit. "He knew I didn't mean that." Harry picked up the phone and pounded in a few numbers. "Can you come over here?" he asked. "Please I'm going to the show thing tonight, I need your help. I know I never go," Harry snapped, "please? No it's not because of him! I can make my own decisions." Harry waited for the laughter to stop, "good, be here as soon as you can." Harry hung up the phone. He hung his suit out and quickly took a shower hoping out only moments before there was pounding on his door.
"Bloody bastard." Draco grumbled apparating back into his apartment.
"Get in a fight with Harry again?" Hermione asked walking out of Draco's kitchen and falling into his couch.
"What are you doing here?" Draco asked annoyed. "Is there something wrong with your house? Besides that fact you share it with Weasley of course."
"Haha. Funny." Hermione said sarcastically, "I know you like him no matter how much you try and deny it. And I came here to talk to you. You and Harry always get into a fight at least once a day so I figured I'd wait till you got here."
"And you couldn't go and talk to me at Harry's because?"
"Draco you know why." Hermione glared at him, "I've told you how many bloody times and you have never even brought it up to him."
"Yes, and I'm not going to. Harry is not to fix everything that our world thinks he should. He did what he was forced into by Dumbledore the first time and I was without him for over five years! I am not going to help you people make him do it again."
"Shouldn't that be his decision?" Hermione asked him gently.
"Maybe it should be. But I don't care. Unless you bring it up with him he is not going to know. I found him and I am not losing him again just so Dumbledore and the ministry can have him back. You really want him to go and fight the bad guys again. I don't give a fuck, but do not expect me to help you force him into doing it." Hermione closed her eyes and growled in frustration,
"Draco this is more important then your feelings for him." Hermione began.
"No, its not." Draco hissed. Hermione opened her eyes to find a wand in her face. "For me nothing is more important then that idiot. Do not ever think I will help lead him to what could possibly be his death. If he wants to go that is fine. I will not hold him back. But I will never help you get him either. You may leave."
"Don't be all pissy Draco. I'll stop bothering you." Draco glared at Hermione but lowered his wand all the same.
"I am not being pissy."
"Of course, so what did Harry do to anger you this time."
"He informed me that I was the reson he no longer liked crowds and was not to be attending the awards show tonight. Of course to this I got insulted. 'So you would rather not have me and be able to have your adoring fans back?' I said, or something to the same effect anyway, and apparated away."
"Really? And so is he going to be making an appearance a the awards show or not?"
"If he knows what's good for him he will be. Now, which one looks more muggle?" Draco asked holding up his two best dress robes for Hermione's inspection.
"Come on Draco stop acting like a spoiled brat. I'm here aren't I?" Harry snapped after Draco tried to disappear into the crowd of celebrities again.
"Yes, so you are." Draco sneered. "Nope if you would be so kind to unhand me I can go and talk to some people who don't think there lives would be better if I never came around." Draco ripped his arm out of Harry's hold and disappeared again.
"Has he even noticed yet?" Jesse asked as she moved to stand next to Harry.
"No," Harry grinned, "I'm sure once he does though he'll be begging to thank you."
"He better be."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry asked not sure if he was to be offended, but was anyway.
"Nothing sweetie." Jesse patted his cheek and strode away.
"I can't believe that you can actually get your hair tame." Draco mumbled impressed as his lips traveled down Harry's neckin the backseat of his limousine.
"Don't expect it often. It took Jesse nearly two hours to finally manage it. And you've already gone and messed it up." Harry grinned as Draco's fingers tugged harder at the hair they were tangled up in.
"Do not complain about it to me." Draco ordered licking over the bruise he'd made low enough on Harry's collar that most shirts would cover it up, "you enjoy me playing with it, as much as you like running your fingers through my hair."
"True." Harry agreed leaning into the blonde who was straddling him to kiss him grinding there hips together. Draco moaned which was sucked up by Harry's mouth as the two men were still glued together.
"Quite there Draco. You don't want the driver to hear you." Draco pulled back from Harry moving his hands down and starting to undo his trousers.
"And why exactly would he hear us? Have you not remembered silencing charms?" Harry threw his hand up and Draco felt the magic of his lover fly past and surround them. "Much better." he moved to the floor of the car freeing Harry's erection from his straining boxers,
What sounded like an explosion was heard not to far from where their car was. Draco sat up and looked out the window to see that not twenty of what looked to be parked cars, as the traffic was so bad; ahead of them there were three cars that had caught on fire.
"Potter, come out come out where ever you are." A singsong voice was heard magnified down the street followed by more of the little explosions. Men were seen walking down the street the cause of the explosions coming from what looked to be rather nice pieces of wood to all the muggles watching terrified from in there own cars.
Draco sat on the floor of the car in shock till the sound of Harry zipping up his trousers and the car door being open reached his ears.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked grabbing onto Harry and holding him in the car.
"Draco let go. They want me and I will not let people die if I can stop it." Draco glared at Harry but let the man go,
"You better know what you're doing." He snarled grabbing his wand and stepping out of the car himself.
"What are you doing Draco?" Harry asked looking to the blonde at his side.
"Do you honestly think I'm going to sit and wait in your car if there's a possibility you are going to need my help to not end up dead?" Draco asked him patronizingly.
"Get in the car Draco. I can't concentrate on them if I have to worry about you getting hurt." Harry ordered weaving his way through the sea of people fleeing the men and the parked cars littered along the road.
"Then don't worry about me." Draco said still at Harry's side, "but I'm not going to let you get killed or have anything happen to you like last time." Draco snapped. Harry glared back at Draco.
"You had better not get hurt." He hissed firing curses off at will once he was close enough to hit his targets.
"I'm not planning on it." Draco said firing his own curses at the men.
"We were able to only apprehend five of them as the men were constantly unjinxing their comrades." Harry said in a business like fashion after listing off all the wounds he had received after Draco had been seen to in St. Mungo's. "Now, why doesn't someone here let me know why I was not filled in on the fact that there is a group of people once again out to kill me?" Harry growled glaring at Hermione and Ron and some other personnel who were called into the meeting Harry had ordered upon arrival as well as Mr. Weasley the Minister of Magic.
"We'd been trying to get Draco to tell you for months." Hermione informed Harry, "he refused, said he wouldn't be the one to lead you into harms way."
"And I completely understand why Draco did not wish to tell me or even have me know. But that is not what I asked. Draco said he told you to have someone else tell me if you wanted me to know so much. So why did you not have Hermione or Ron tell me?" Harry asked directing the question at the Minister.
"We left you wouldn't listen. We know how close you were with Malfoy and thought him telling you wouldn't lead you to believe that the only reason we have contacted you is to have you back as a weapon against this new evil." Mr. Weasley said tiredly, "I understand that we should have informed you, but Harry we never realized that they were going to attack. We have known about them for over a year. And nothing has come out of them."
"Well now you know they aren't for decoration." Harry snapped, "Now I am going to St. Mungo's to check on Draco. When I get back I would like a report on all of the information you have on this group. I do not care that I am not a Ministry employee," Harry informed Hermione even before she opened her mouth to start lecturing him on proper protocol, "You will have the information ready by the time I get back." With that he walked out of the room shutting the door behind him with a firm click.
"I forgot how much presence that boy has." Minister Weasley said to the still quiet room.
"Me too dad." Ron agreed, "at least he can remained us." He grinned.
"Yes. Well, I want you, Hermione, to get that file for him together. I know I can count on you to know where the all of theinformation is?"
"Of course sir." She said a calculating look on her face already putting to mind a plan of attack on the unsuspecting paper work.
"Wonderful. Have it done as soon as you can. No telling when that boy will be back.I must go and contact Dumldore." Mr. Weasley walked out of the room followed soon after by all of the others getting back to the work they had been doing before Harry had arrived.
A/N: I know I left a few things not explained in this chapter and I'm sorry. But the next chapter should be out relatively soon as I have half of it finished already. Which is insane for me and this story. Of curse I was writing it before I was even finished with this chapter, as I really liked what I had thought of,
ANYWAY if anyone noticed Draco's abrupt change in attitude towards Harry, never fear. It will be explained next time!
I hope you like this chapter. Thanks to everyone that reviewed! You're wonderful! Lots and LOTs of kisses, and hugs! Do not forget the hugs!
