Minimally co-authored plus beta-read by Menecarkawan. Don't know yet if she'll interfere more with the fic. Thanks Mene-chan!

Author and co-author's note: In this fic the dead godfather is Remus Lupin instead of Sirius Black. Hope this doesn't offend anyone.

Ch. 3: Glaring Dream

Harry woke up feeling his eyes extremely sore. That was when he remembered he had fallen asleep wearing his contacts. "Shit!" he muttered as he looked at the unfamiliar surroundings and wondered what time was it. He was entangled in silky dark green and golden sheets that definitely weren't his. As he straightened himself on the wide and expensive soft bed, he looked at the time on a digital alarm clock that was on the bedside table. It was only 8:30 PM so he hadn't slept much. He quickly got off the bed where he had found himself all alone and started to frantically look for his clothes to no avail. They had obviously been removed from the floor. He spotted a dark blue robe and put it on. It was too big for his frame, but he sighed. It smelled like Draco and he felt cozy in it. He left the room and, feeling a little lost, looked around until he found Draco in the kitchen. The man stared at him and his eyes hardened at the sight of Harry in the blue robe.

"That is my favorite robe, brat."

"I... I... I didn't know where my clothes were so I borrowed it. S-Sorry." Harry felt terribly ashamed of himself, but still considered that it would have been worse to walk around that flat naked.

"It's alright," Draco said expressionlessly. "You must be hungry. There's dinner on the table."

Harry blinked twice and then headed for the table. He noticed that Draco hadn't eaten either because the man's dinner was also served and untouched. "You waited for me to have dinner together?"

Draco looked almost annoyed. "I just finished serving the plates. That's why I haven't eaten."

"Oh!" Once again Harry was feeling humiliated, but still had a slight hope Draco had indeed waited and was only playing an 'I'm a cold bastard' game.

Both men ate in silence and soon after Harry gained courage to ask, once again, about his clothes. "Erm, so can I get my clothes back to go home?"

"They are in the washing machine, except for your sleeveless coat. I'll place them in the dryer afterwards. Do you want to leave?" Draco asked lighting a cigarette and not even glancing at the young singer.

"Not that I'm desperate about leaving..." Harry replied honestly.

"You can stay tonight then. It's your decision," Draco spoke in a bored tone as he puffed.

Harry felt like dancing. He could almost hear birds singing happily in his ears. "I'll call Ron then. He might get worried if I don't come back home."

"Who is Ron? Your boyfriend?" Draco looked almost interested.

"No! He is my very best friend and my roommate." Harry smiled before receiving a cordless phone from Draco to call Ron. He quickly dialed and soon was telling Ron that he wouldn't be arriving home that night. Ron simply told him to take care before hanging up. Harry remembered something after handing the phone back to Draco. "Oh! I don't have any where to place my contacts!"

"You wear glasses?" Draco again looked somewhat interested in something about the boy.

"Yes... Maybe I should indeed go back home..." Harry was looking frustrated.

"I have extra cases and cleaning fluid. Soft ones, right?" Draco stood up.

"Y-Yes! How... Do you wear contacts too?"

"I happen to be a writer. My eyes get tired, and even though I don't have to wear glasses all the time, I do use them in front of the computer and I have contacts for when I go out, in case my eyes tire too much." Again, Harry looked like he could start dancing at learning something more about Draco. He wanted to learn everything about that novelist, everything.

That night, Harry cuddled with Draco and placed his head on Draco's naked chest. The man wasn't very responsive, but he didn't reject Harry either. He let the boy fall asleep using his chest as pillow, but after Harry was deeply asleep, Draco carefully removed the boy's head and placed it on a real pillow to get his own comfort back. He wasn't used to cuddling and even less to having other people on his bed.

XxXxX

In the morning, Harry arrived at the apartment he shared with Ron to change clothes. Ron stared at Harry the whole time, noticing how Harry kept bouncing happily around the flat and even singing to himself. Ron started to laugh after a while and Harry was the one to stare at him. "Something funny?"

"Yes. You. Guess you've gotten lucky with that writer, huh? Lost your virginity last night?" Ron grinned evilly.

"How do you know I was a v... Never mind. How do you know what happened?" Harry had abruptly been brought back to reality from his daydreams.

"It's quite obvious, Harry. Now we should really be in time for the meeting. Mr. Wood will be informing us today about our performance and his opinion about it. Come on!"

They went outside and Harry took his place behind Ron on the redhead's motorcycle. "Helmet on?" The redhead asked.

"Check!" Harry replied happily.

"Holding tight to me?"

"Check!"

"Let's get going then," the redhead stated with a smile. He tended to be overprotective of Harry, but it was because Harry was like a very special little brother to him. He wanted to see Harry happy.

Soon they got to the building and met with Neville Longbottom. Their manager had been nervously waiting for their arrival and quickly led them to Oliver Wood's office. Oliver shook hands with each of them and immediately got to business. "I've been studying the video taken yesterday and I've confirmed what I felt when I saw you perform. Bad Wizards has a flaw that can be covered with the introduction of a third member. I have already contacted the person that will be your third member and this person has agreed. You will meet your new member in a while. I do hope you understand why I've made this decision."

Harry looked like he had just been slapped. "A third member? A third member? What do you mean by a third member? We don't need anyone else!"

Neville started to try and calm down Harry while Ron lowered his eyes and remained silent. He had known something like that was coming because he had seen the flaw too. Unfortunately, Harry seemed very hard to convince, but Ron knew Harry would eventually understand and yield.

"Please Harry, calm down! You have to abide by Mr. Wood's decisions!" Neville kept trying to calm the singer and Oliver frowned.

"Mr. Longbottom. You are fired from your manager position. It's obvious that you cannot handle Mr. Potter. He is too much for you."

Neville fell on his knees listening to the words 'you are fired' over and over. Harry had finally quieted down too at those words and looked at Neville feeling guilty about what had just happened. Neville got up and was about to leave the office when Wood called him back.

"Mr. Longbottom, you haven't heard everything. You are fired from your position as manager, but I want you to be their producer. Soon I will be contacting you about your new manager. That is all." The three men left Oliver Wood's office and Harry and Ron entered the waiting room with a TV and VCR and Ron played their performance from the night before studying it while Harry kept complaining about the addition of a third member. Neville had left them by themselves.

"We don't need a third member, Ron! Right?"

"I agree with Mr. Wood, Harry," Ron replied looking attentively at the video being played on the TV screen.

"What do you mean by that? Bad Wizards is just the two of us! We've been together since Junior High! Only the two us! We promised! Always together! Have you forgotten?"

"One thing is our friendship, another this career." Ron kept rewinding and re-playing certain parts with a remote, but listened to Harry.

"Don't you care about our career anymore then? About our dreams?"

"Please Harry, Mr. Wood is right. Try to understand!" Ron turned to Harry after stopping the video.

"So you think I'm stupid because I don't understand?"

"I haven't called you stupid, Harry, but right now you are acting stupidly, yes! And you are the one who doesn't seem to care about our career by overlooking our flaw when told to our face!" Ron was shocked when the punch connected with the right side of his face, but the shock passed quickly and he punched Harry back. Both young men started to fight, but a soft voice interrupted them.

"Are you Bad Wizards?" The person at the door stared at them looking a bit taken aback. The person had a very pretty face and was dressed in black trousers, a yellow ochre shirt and a black tie. The person had short, wavy brown hair and had lots of music sheets almost coming out of several binders. Brown eyes blinked at the two men that had just been fighting.

Harry quickly got up and Ron did the same. "Who are you?" Harry asked looking at the person that he had quickly decided was a very pretty boy.

"I'm your new member!" The person announced happily. "My name is Hermione Granger! Pleased to meet you! I will be your synthesizer!"

"You're a girl?" Harry asked incredulously and Ron slapped his own forehead in embarrassment due to Harry's question.

Hermione's happiness faded from her features. "Yes, I am a girl. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Why do you dress like a guy then?"

"It's just my way of dressing occasionally. Do you have a problem with that too?" Harry didn't reply. Instead, he left the room and Hermione blinked, confused, before looking at Ron. "What's wrong with him? Is this because of what you were fighting about?"

Ron took a deep breath and exhaled. "Something like that, but don't worry. It will pass. Pleased to meet you. I'm Ronald Weasley. The one who left was..."

"Harry James Potter. I know." The girl shook Ron's hand and quickly got into why she was there without further questions or proper introductions. "Mr. Wood contacted me last night at 10:00 PM. A bit late, but I've been waiting for that call forever! I was going mad looking for a band to play for! We met a little after his call and he gave me a copy of the video of you two. I studied it and I was up all night working on the new arrangement for that song of yours called 'The Rage Beat.' The other song you played is all right with just a guitar so I dedicated myself to just 'The Rage Beat.' Anyway, I wrote all this last night!" The girl showed Ron the binders and the redhead looked almost horrified.

"You were up all night because of us? I think you are definitely what we need if you are such a dedicated musician, Miss Granger..."

"Why, thanks for the compliment!" Hermione was beaming. "Anyway, I want to show you what it sounds like and we can make a recording together! Potter can listen to it later on and I'm sure he'll be thrilled! Wanna come to the studio right now?"

Ron wasn't sure about the part of Harry being thrilled, but he definitely was in the mood for playing his guitar. "Sure! Let's go and see how you sound!"

The girl smiled at the redhead and both headed for the rehearsing studio.

XxXxX

Harry got to Draco's apartment. The man was in front of his computer typing another chapter of the new novel he was working on while in the background he had the buzzing of Harry's voice talking non-stop.

"And then what I thought was a boy turned out to be a girl! A GIRL! Can you believe it? What kind of musical talent can a girl have anyway? Plus, she looks so young! She looks like she could be sixteen, although I think she is the same age as Ron and me, but still... A girl! What is Mr. Wood thinking? He will make us fail miserably in our career! Someone should talk some sense into him, but Ron? Ron agrees with that jerk! He has betrayed me! Why is everyone against me? Why do they want to make decisions for me? I don't need any fucking girl in Bad Wizards! No way! I mean, come on! Maybe if it had been another guy I could consider a new member, but this is too much! Plus, to make matters worse, that girl thinks she's a boy! She came dressed like a guy for goodness sake! A cross-dresser! Just what Ron and I need! I can't stand this anymore! Ron definitely needs another punch and a kick as a bonus!"

Harry had even kept talking from outside the bathroom door while Draco was having a poop, had followed Draco to the kitchen when Draco went to grab a snack, followed Draco to the balcony when Draco needed a puff in fresh air, and kept following Draco until he sat on the chair next to Draco again and the man restarted typing, but the blonde turned to Harry after a while. "Get out of my house. What are you doing here anyway? You are driving me mad and giving me a headache. I don't give a shit about any of the stuff you've been babbling about. I need silence because I am writing."

The singer was taken aback, but regained his posture. "I'll remain silent then."

"No. You will leave. You're very presence is an insufferable annoyance," Malfoy stated heartlessly.

"I... I..."

"Oh! I get it. I fucked you last night and that has gotten into your head, right? Well, to me it meant nothing other than just a good fuck for my own benefit. Now leave my house. You are nothing, but a very annoying brat. Go home." Draco's eyes were full of coldness and Harry shivered as he saw that. The younger man slowly got up and left, walking very slowly.

XxXxX

Ron had left the flat before Harry the next day without a single word and Harry figured that perhaps Ron was still mad at him. He arrived at the building and went into the studio where Hermione and Ron were. He was very depressed and felt like snapping at the new member and making her feel miserable, but didn't.

"Potter! You're finally here! I wanted you to listen to the new arrangement of 'The Rage Beat!' Just make yourself comfortable!" The girl quickly played the music and it indeed sounded awesome. Harry was shocked and mute as he listened to how great the Instrumental version of the song sounded. The girl was indeed good, but he wasn't ready to accept it. Many employees from that floor came to listen to the great arrangement looking surprised, but Harry was stupefied. Soon the song ended and Hermione looked at Harry. "Did you like it? What do you think?"

Harry wordlessly left the rehearsing studio and entered the restroom. He locked himself in a booth and cried because of his own stupidity, but that wasn't all. Not only had he acted extremely stupid, but in his mind, there was also Draco calling him an insufferable annoyance.

Ron entered the restroom after Harry and heard the tiny sobs coming from the last booth. He knew that Harry wasn't broken because of Hermione or the new arrangement of the song. Harry was broken due to another reason and Ron would fix it.

That evening, Ron got on his motorcycle and appeared in the luxurious apartment complex. He already knew where Draco Malfoy lived and soon gained access into the building's elevators from Mr. Malfoy himself.

That afternoon, Draco had kept glancing at the empty chair beside him while he typed. He couldn't believe he was actually sort of missing the annoying brat's whining from the day before. Harry was interesting in a very strange way even though he had to be the biggest idiot Draco had ever met. The singer was amusing in his own special way.

After receiving the strange intercom call from someone wanting to have access to speak with him, Draco was wary, but gave the access. He stood at the door and heard the doorbell. He opened and looked Ron up and down. "Who are you?"

"My name is Ronald Weasley. Pleased to meet you. I am here because of Harry."

"You are jealous and want me to stay away from your precious?"

"No. I just want to tell you that I don't want Harry getting hurt because of you. If you are only going to play with him, please stop it at once. If you are serious about him then be serious, but don't hurt him."

"What if I tell you that I don't care?"

Ron paled, but straightened himself and glared. "Then I'll make you pay for your carelessness. One thing is Harry's own stupidity and mistakes, but I don't want to see him cry for something other than his own errors."

"I like your style," Draco stated seriously surprising the redhead. "Is that all?"

"Harry is depressed."

"Where can I find him?"

"I believe you might find him in one of the benches of the park where you met him for the first time. I know because he told me about it, in case you are wondering."

"You can leave then."

"Will you go to Harry?"

"That's not your problem, Mr. Weasley. Have a good night."

Ron wasn't entirely comfortable with how the word exchange ended, but somehow felt that Draco Malfoy would indeed look for Harry. He still thought about the enigma that man was as he mounted his motorcycle and turned on the engine. He shook his head and left.

XxXxX

Harry was indeed on a bench in the park scribbling music notes in a music notebook. He hit himself on the face with the notebook and started to scribble again. That night he would test the notes on his keyboard, but he almost felt like crying.

"Is this where you always go to when you're depressed?"

Harry jumped at the sound of Draco's voice and his notebook fell from his lap. The blonde man picked up the notebook and handed it to the boy, who was wearing glasses instead of contacts. It almost made Harry look smart. "What... What are you doing here?" Harry asked looking blanched, staring at the man that was smoking in front of him.

"Your friend Ron gave me a strange visit. He told me: 'Stay away from my precious Harry or I'll kill you.' "

Harry blinked unable to believe Draco had just obviously made a joke. "Huh? Ron? Wha? Huh?"

Draco raised an eyebrow, laughing on the inside, but not showing any of it to Harry. "So do you plan to stay here all night?" Draco joined Harry on the bench. "Cute boys shouldn't be alone in parks at night. It's dangerous."

"I thought that only applied to girls," Harry remarked, raising an eyebrow, but regretted it as soon as he saw something flicker in Draco's gray eyes. The man looked saddened, but changed his expression abruptly.

"Never think like that... Never..." He became very serious. "I know Mr. Wood, Harry. He has never made a stupid mistake when it comes to musical decisions. Why do you think Griffin Power was a success while they were still together? If he decided on a new member, I am sure it will be for the best. Just give it some time. I'm sure you'll get along with that girl."

Harry listened intently to Draco and suddenly thought that Hermione Granger was a great addition to the band just because Draco Malfoy thought so. It was a bit idiotic, but it had made Harry feel better, although he had actually decided to give Granger a chance anyway. Hearing the same suggestion from Draco only strengthened that and made Harry feel more sure of himself. "I think I'll go home now..."

"You can come with me if you want..." Draco said suddenly looking tired. "I have dinner in my flat and I cooked a little more than necessary."

Harry looked extremely happy and followed Draco. They first went to Harry's flat and Harry got some videos of Griffin Power that later on he played in Draco's VCR. Draco didn't care one bit about the concerts playing on his TV screen, but liked seeing Harry happy.

"Isn't Sirius Black the best singer? I've copied everything about him! He was my idol!" Harry exclaimed not moving his eyes from the TV.

Draco stared at Harry instead of at the TV screen and got his face in front of Harry's, blocking Harry's view, but the boy didn't mind. "You look adorable tonight," Draco smirked mischievously.

Harry thought he would melt as Draco kissed him wantonly, placing his hands delicately throughout the singer's body and caressing points that had the effect of igniting desires. Harry knew they would end up either doing it on the sofa or in Draco's bedroom as the novelist carefully removed his glasses.

XxXxX

Oliver Wood was very happy the next day at seeing that Hermione had blended into the group perfectly. They had gotten into the office to formally announce that Bad Wizards would be a threesome band. "I'm very glad that my cousin has been accepted."

Ron and Harry paled, along with their now producer instead of manager Neville Longbottom. "Cousin?" they asked at the same time.

Hermione giggled. "Didn't I tell you guys?" They all shook their heads. "Oops! I forgot to introduce myself properly then!"

"I also have a surprise for you," Oliver stated. "A dear friend of mine has come back from a solo tour in the U.S. He has seen the video of the Slytherins concert and really liked Bad Wizards from the opening bands. He told me he wanted to meet you, Harry. Sirius?"

Harry's eyes went wide. From behind a door came Sirius Black in the flesh. The still young man quickly went to Harry and took Harry's hands in his. "Harry Potter? You remind me so much of myself! I love how you sing! I want us to become friends! I'm sure you'll go very far!"

"R-Really?" Harry asked with shining eyes. "F-Friends?"

"Friends!" Sirius exclaimed bouncing full of energy and Harry got bouncy too.

Ron cringed along with Hermione. Sirius Black was exactly like Harry.

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