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A/N Oki this chapter goes kinda fast.. but its what I wrote.. and even though I don't like how fast it moved... its what I had to do to move along with the darn plot.

woodzgurrl -nods- they were already together, I'll get into that history more later though!

xxphatxbaybeexx Lol, yeah I haven't really gotten into that part of Harry's life until now.. hopefully next chapter I get into it more.

Silverone3 The screaming match needed to happen I guess, not to sure why as I was just writting it down o.O

InuLorien Lol here's an update :P Lol there's no 'goods' and you love the story xD Glad its caught yer attention :P Here's a bit of H/D in this chapter for ya lol.

Avy knew her father had an important Quidditch game this night, one that might get his team into the Quidditch cup. She also knew she would have to go with Cecelia and sit through the game with that cream puff for longer then she desired.

"Avy! It's time to go!" Cecelia called from upstairs. Avy lugged herself upstairs, attempting to look happy about going to see her father. Yeah, she was bloody ecstatic. Going near a bunch of people, having to get through the crowds of those people and oh, never forget having to look like a good daughter for the press.

Avy walked with Cecelia to the portkey, a rusted spoon, and felt the tug near her navel taking her to the Quidditch pitch. Once there, Cecelia navigated them to the stands, making sure Avy had a place to sit before she went off to find drinks and some candy for them to snack on.

Avy watched the game with little interest. She couldn't understand the hype and why everyone would go insane over a bunch of people smacking bewitched balls around in the air at abnormally high speeds, and this was coming from Harry Potter's daughter.

Then again, Harry and Avy had about as much in common with each other as a tortoise has with an owl.

The game ended when Harry caught the snitch and managed to steal the game for his team. Amidst the shouts, Cecelia was smiling happily, not shouting like some of the rather obsessed fans beside them were, and Avy looked on at her father lining up to shake hands with the other team with a blank stare.

"Can I go home now?" Avy asked, getting up and not waiting to see if Cecelia was following, before walking as fast as she could out of the crowd. She didn't like strangers brushing against her shoulders, so she tried to keep herself as far away from the rest of the fans as she could.

Unfortunately someone noticed her resemblance to her father, and even worse, they were from the Daily Prophet. "Excuse me Miss, but are you Harry Potter's daughter?" they asked, a camera in hand. Avy wanted to make a run for it, but seeing as she had lost Cecelia in the crowd, no one was there to save her.

"Yeah…" Avy said warily, narrowing her azure eyes with suspicion at the reporter. She didn't want to answer questions, but she didn't know if she had a choice.

"So how do you feel about your father winning the game? Are you proud?" the reporter asked, taking a snapshot of Avy as she winced from the bright light. She didn't like this, but she smiled for the camera just the same, and tried to answer as she would be wanted to answer.

"Of course I'm proud, he's my father." Avy said, thinking 'Yeah right, when hell freezes over.' Avy didn't have to answer questions long, as Cecelia found her, and took her back to the portkey to go home.

Once back on Avy's street, the walked from the forest near the street and up the pavement to her house. Avy sighed as she looked at the small house with the windows covered by white blinds.

Avy walked into the house, not paying attention to Cecelia going on about how good the game was, well she said "Yeah" and "Sure" where appropriate. Avy knew her father was going to come home late, out celebrating, but she never expected him to not come home at all.

The next morning, a slightly sick looking Harry Potter walked into his kitchen after letting himself into his house. His eyes had dark bags under them and a dark bruises were forming on his neck; he looked like he hadn't had a wink of sleep at all.

To Avy Potter, though, he looked like he had been ravished all night long, or had been in a bar fight again. She highly doubted, though, that someone would manage to make those dark bruises on his neck through fighting.

"Where were you last night?" Avy asked, seeing if Harry would grouch at her or just ignore her. He went to the fridge and pulled out the milk, pouring himself a glass. He sipped it lightly, before looking at his daughter with tired eyes.

"I don't know." Harry responded duly, trying to gather his thoughts together and piece a single thought together. Everything was a hazy dream after his fourth drink with his teammates at the bar they had gone to celebrate at.

"How the hell can you not know? Or did you get so pissed last night you woke up in some random bed after being ravished by a nameless woman." Avy growled out, staring at his appearance, glaring at him with her dark eyebrows furrowing.

Harry sighed, holding his head in his hands, groaning as he tried to banish the oncoming hangover he hadn't felt because his mind was still befuddled with sleep. "I didn't wake up with a nameless woman, Avy. I woke up at a team mate's house." Harry responded.

Avy looked shocked and horrified. "Your teammates are all guys!" she said horrified. Harry raised an eyebrow, not on the same wavelength as his daughter, and not registering that the bruises on his neck were in fact hickeys.

"So…?" Harry asked, and Avy thought she was being smacked upside the head. Shock on her features told her father what she was thinking and he started to laugh really hard. "Not like that Avy! I stayed over the night cause I was too intoxicated to get home obviously." Harry assured his daughter.

Avy let out a sigh of relief. "So who gave you those love bites, can't imagine it was Cecelia." Avy said, enjoying her father's horrified expression and hissed out 'Shit.' She knew he would probably put a glamour charms over the hickeys, so Cecelia wouldn't find out.

"Uh.. Was it the barmaid or… Double shit." Harry said, wondering to himself. He hoped it wasn't who he remembered seeing, and knowing that when he was intoxicated that badly he had a tendency to do things he wanted to, but rational thoughts forbade him to do.

Avy looked at her father, confused. On second hand, she didn't want to know. If her father was busy making out with people while drunk, it meant Cecelia wouldn't stick around for long, and that's all Avy cared about anyways.

Harry set his head down, not listening to his coach. Kevin said that after being questioned of how Harry got to his house, that he found Harry passed out in the bathroom with a rather embarrassed man running out of the bathroom. Kevin could put two in two together, and didn't mention to anyone about the incident.

Of course Harry didn't care; he only wanted to know who the man had been. All he remembered was slender hands, and pink lips. He never announced his sexual interest in men out loud, and if he ever did have a boyfriend no one ever knew about it, not even Avy.

"Potter pay attention! We have to know what to do to work out this summer and win the right games damnit!" Coach barked, and Harry raised his head, looking at the coach.

"Sorry." he mumbled, looking at Kevin who gave him a sympathetic smile. Harry nodded, and spent the next twenty minutes listening to the coach ramble on about winning, and going insane, much like Oliver Wood.

After practice, and a thousand and one aching muscles later, they went to the locker room. Harry was talking to Kevin, who handed him a card. "I think that's the guy who ran out of the bathrooms.. muggle credit card. Thought you might want it." Kevin explained, going to his locker to get his clothes and change.

Harry turned the card over, looking at the muggle card, and noticing the name inscribed on the card. "Draco Malfoy. Shit." Harry whispered to himself, knowing he might want to give this back in person. It had been a while.

Avy was taking a nice long walk, she hadn't wanted to be kept cooped up in the house on a nice day like this, so she didn't finish her walk till the sun was starting to set, which was around 9:00 pm actually.

When she walked into the house again, she noticed voices from the living room. She walked over to see that blonde man she had seen at the Weasley's sitting in a chair, with her father sitting across, both looking unsure and confused.

"Avy you remember Mr. Malfoy?" Harry asked, and she nodded, staring at him. She for some reason thought that this guy resembled Cecelia in a way, although she doubted he honestly was anything like her. Maybe just the fact they both had blonde hair was the connection, only Cecelia dyed hers on a regular basis, or something like that.

"Yeah… Er… where's Cecelia?" Avy asked, noticing the blonde man shift and look rather uncomfortable at the mentioning of Cecelia's name.

"She's not here tonight, said she was going to a friend's house for the night." Harry responded, looking guilty. Avy didn't know why, only hoped Cecelia's time was running out. Avy did a little dance inside though, no Cecelia for a night! Score!

'Okay!" Avy said a little too brightly, earning her a glare from her father, but she bounced out of the living room and bounded for the kitchen. Snacks were in order. "Not a very nice girl is she?" she heard that Malfoy guy say, and she smirked.

"I AM NEVER NICE!" she hollered back, hearing her father groan, and could just imagine him holding his heads in his hands, feeling a headache coming on. Life was good, Avy decided, because she was being a pain!

Avy didn't even wonder why her father had that guy over when they clearly didn't like each other. Avy went downstairs to talk to her snake and watch late night movies till her eyes popped out of their sockets. She never even heard the slam upstairs of a body meeting the floor with another body on top of it.

Upstairs though, to men looked at each other with red flushed cheeks. Harry stood at alittle distance away from Malfoy, breathing harshly. "Sorry.. uh sorry." he stumbled over words to say.

Malfoy responded back. "No, it's okay. I'm sorry, I mean I… I shouldn't have insulted you and…" he trailed off, blushing harder. Harry laughed nervously and blushed a bit too. It was back to how it used to be, both of them shy and unsure of what to do next.

There was an awkward silence. Neither of them knew what to do or say. Draco sighed. "Thank you for giving me that card back. And thanks for the drink, and thanks for this." Draco whispered before stealing another kiss from Harry, before running to the door and leaving a very confused Harry in his living room.

"Shit." Harry mumbled, before sitting down on the couch again, with his hands in his head. Why did it seem like he had a constant headache around now?

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