Mild interventions and beta-read by co-author, Menecarkawan!

Author's Notes: Still following the 'Gravitation' plot a bit closely, but I promise there will be things coming little by little that will start deviating the fic from the original 'Gravi' plot. Promise! There is a hint already in this chap about Harry hiding things, plus this fic will go further than where the anime stops.

Song: 'The First Dimension' (Mostly instrumental piece from Gravitation TV tracks)

Ch. 4: The First Dimension

After a week of Harry constantly invading Draco Malfoy's apartment and sleeping there every single night, he decided it was time to take a step further. The problem was that he decided this without consulting the writer. Harry prepared his bags and everything he owned and after saying farewell to a very shocked Ronald Weasley left the flat he had shared with his best friend. He arrived at the expensive apartment complex where the one he loved lived and after gaining access appeared in Draco Malfoy's door. Draco opened and the cigarette that was currently on his lips fell to the floor. He blinked several times as Harry happily entered the immense flat with all his things.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Draco asked, picking up the butt to throw it away.

"Isn't it obvious?" Harry asked beaming. "I'm moving in with you! I've been sleeping here every night anyway so I thought I might just move in to make things easier!"

"Oh no, you don't! I haven't invited you to move in with me, impertinent brat! I told you not to let our steamy nights to go to your head! I don't need a crazy boy moving in with me! Go away and take all your things with you."

"But this place is so big for just you! A waste of space, that's what it is! I'll do the laundry, I'll cook, I'll clean, and I'll pay half of the bills, alright?"

"You actually have money?" Draco asked raising an eyebrow.

"I have my inheritance..." Harry replied lowering his eyes. "I also own properties, but I had them rented and in that way they produce an income for me too. I didn't feel like living in any of those houses..." Harry's gaze was suddenly distant.

"How did your parents die?" Draco asked looking fairly interested.

Harry looked fearful for a whole minute. "They... They..." He suddenly smiled. "So can I stay?"

Draco noticed the abrupt change in topic, but decided not to ask further. He would investigate Harry's background though. Something about how the boy had reacted to the question bothered him. "No... You can't..." Harry made puppy eyes and Draco sighed. "Alright. You can stay for a week and see how it goes."

Draco gasped when the boy hugged him. Harry buried his face in the writer's chest and Draco relaxed. "Thanks Draco," Harry whispered.

"Just don't let it go to your head, brat. Although compared to all the manipulative women that I've put up with, you must be the pushiest and most reckless person I've ever met. You do know I'm still a stranger and you are giving yourself to me completely..." Draco smiled a little to himself and took Harry's face between his hands. He lowered himself and placed a deep kiss on Harry's lips making the boy shiver in ecstasy. He broke the kiss after some time and looked at Harry warily. "Cook something and we'll see if you pass."

"Yes sir!" Harry bounced happily to the kitchen and Draco quickly went to a cabinet to fetch some aspirins. He was already nervous about regretting his decision of letting Harry living with him soon enough.

Two hours later, the food was ready and served. Draco seemed impressed because everything had been served neatly. It made him figure that Harry was already used to cooking. Harry was wearing a beige apron with kitten prints that he had obviously brought with his things. "So? Will you taste it?"

Draco inhaled and immediately knew that the food contained curried chicken. He tasted it and coughed. "It's a bit spicy..." Harry served him some water looking scared. "Thanks... Do you like spicy food?" Draco turned to the boy.

"I guess I'm used to it..." Harry tasted the food from his plate and had no reaction. That of course confirmed Draco's fears. The boy was very used to food like that. "I don't find it spicy at all..."

"Just try to go milder with me. I'm not used to very spicy food, but you pass." Harry started to jump happily and Draco placed a hand on his forehead.

That night Draco observed Harry sleeping on the sofa. A while before the young singer had told him 'good night' without miraculously bugging the hell out of him by speaking too much. The boy looked cute while asleep and Draco had to stop himself from carrying Harry into the bedroom. That would just give the boy wrong ideas so he decided that the sofa was alright for Harry. Harry spoke in his sleep: "Draco..." The novelist twitched. The boy was indeed falling for him hard, but that wasn't all. It was going to be a very long week for him trying to stand the brat.

XxXxX

More than a week later Harry was still living with Draco in bliss. He was rehearsing with Ron and Hermione and at times when they stopped playing, there was a whispered exchange between Ron and Hermione.

"So it's true then? Harry is living with Draco Malfoy? When my cousin told me I couldn't believe it..."

"Yes. Harry has somehow seduced the beautiful man," Ron laughed.

"I don't know, Ron. Mr. Malfoy is my cousin's brother-in-law and I've always known him as a man that is very into women and who has had plenty of affairs. What the hell does he see in a childish nutcase like Harry?" Ron simply laughed at that and they started rehearsing again.

A strange man entered the studio and stared at them. The man listened to their rehearsal, but signaled for them to stop. He was tall and seemed intimidating. The stranger was black, well built, bald, and had a hoop earring that was bigger than the one Draco Malfoy wore. "Who are you?" Ron asked. Hermione hid behind Harry because of the way the man glared at them.

The man spoke in a very deep and strong voice. "I am your new manager. My name is Kingsley Shacklebolt, but you can refer to me as 'K.' I've come to pick you up. We're leaving." None of them moved. "NOW!" The trio jumped and quickly followed the man looking at their faces. The man looked more like a big bodyguard rather than a manager. He led them into a van and made them get in. Neville was inside the van waiting and smiled at them.

Harry kept staring at Kingsley. The man seemed oddly familiar. "Aren't you Sirius Black's manager?"

The man smirked as he drove. They could all see his smirk reflected on the rear view mirror. "I quit. Black doesn't need me anymore. I watched your little performance and decided I would take you. Always good to have a challenge of trying to get a new band to the top."

"Where are we going anyway?" Hermione asked and soon they stopped in front of a building.

"This is a TV station," Harry stated looking confused.

K smirked yet again and made them step out of the van. "Follow the leader." The band members looked at each other and at Neville and then followed the man. They went into a lobby and the man spoke again. "You are to be in a TV program today. It's an arrangement I made for the public to start knowing your faces, but there's a drawback. It's not a music show. You will be the comic relief in a Quiz Game Show."

"WHAT?" The three members reacted in unison.

Ron added: "Do you mean we are supposed to make fools of ourselves?"

"That's what they want, but you don't have to do that," Neville intervened. "You can surprise them, but the general idea is that you are... well... idiotic members of a lowly band." The three gaped. "I knew you would be disappointed..." Neville added looking miserable.

"It's alright!" Harry surprised them all. "We'll show them! At least we'll be in a live broadcast and people might start to know about Bad Wizards. That's the important thing."

"Do you have something in mind?" Hermione asked curiously and Harry grinned.

K applauded Harry. "You are exactly what I was looking for. Being on TV is what counts right now. Come on!"

The group was following their manager and their producer, but two young men stared at them and smirked. The two young men were Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. They started to approach Bad Wizards and blocked the five people. "Getting a tour because you can't get a real TV interview? Slytherins will be interviewed today in the top music talk show. Nothing has been mentioned about a mediocre band like you..."

The smile on Harry's face disappeared and Hermione seemed to want to speak, but Harry stopped her. The girl, who was dressed in black trousers, purple long sleeved shirt, and black vest looked furious. "We have never done anything to you so please behave, alright?"

Crabbe and Goyle started to laugh like hyenas and Blaise Zabini joined them from behind and spoke in his arrogant manner. "Crabbe! Goyle! What are you two doing? Don't waste your time speaking with what belongs in a rubbish bin." Crabbe and Goyle laughed even more and walked away with their singer.

"What's their problem?" Harry asked looking at Ron.

"This is completely normal. There will always be competition even if you belong to the same company. They want to be the top band for the company so they'll do everything they can to trample you." K stated with a sigh. "Don't worry though. It never goes farther than insults and trying to sink you with bad rumours. Avoid anything that will draw rumours, my advice to you. Keep going!"

XxXxX

Draco Malfoy received a visit from his older sister, Pansy. She came to convince him of joining family affairs, but as always, he declined. He didn't care about family affairs and the arrangements they had made for him against his will were already a pain he didn't want to deal with. He just wanted Pansy to leave already because he couldn't stand her bickering and complaints about his behavior. They had a mild quarrel and she angrily picked up her purse to leave when she noticed several things that she was sure weren't Draco's. She saw a mug with super heroes printed on it and she noticed some additional videos saved on the VHS shelf. The videos were all about the band that had separated a few years before, the band for which her husband had played, Griffin Power. She knew Draco had never been a fan of any sort of band and it was ridiculous for the man to start buying concert videos of Griffin Power all of a sudden, even if his brother-in-law had belonged to that band. Pansy kept scanning the living room and noticed a keyboard in a corner with some organized music sheets next to it. That was it. Someone was definitely living with Draco and that someone was a musician, or probably a singer. She knew who that person was. "Is that boy living with you?"

"I have a house guest, yes. What do you care?"

Pansy sighed. "I don't know what you are trying to do Draco, but you'll only complicate matters by doing this! You know you can't involve yourself with anyone in your situation!"

"A situation I never wanted. I don't give a damn about the old man's decisions. Just go away and stop annoying me."

"Draco! Please understand! You've had plenty of affairs, women that have literally thrown themselves at you. Harry is different and you know it. You will only hurt him and hurt yourself. You've been warned."

Pansy stomped out of the flat and Draco buried his face in his hands feeling more tired than he had ever felt before. He still wasn't sure of his feelings towards Harry and his sister was unfortunately right in many things. What if he fell for Harry? Harry was also another guy and that could bring serious problems for him as a famous novelist too. So far, the relationship had been kept away from paparazzi, the press, the media... but it would end. Sooner or later, his private life would be stepped upon and that could destroy both him and Harry. They could receive a very low blow. Trying to forget his situation, he decided to turn on the TV and paled. Speaking of the king of Rome... What the hell was Harry doing on TV?

XxXxX

The TV show had started and two teams had to compete for the monetary prize of 10,000 pounds. One of the teams was the band Bad Wizards while the other team was Nutcase Painters, three painters that owned their own Gallery to exhibit their not so exquisite paintings. As the show started, Bad Wizards, led by Harry, asked a favor from the show producers. They asked for the show to let them play and sing if they won instead of giving them the prize money because they didn't need the money. There had been some discussion from the producers, but as it was a live broadcast, they reached a decision fast and complied. Of course, the producers were laughing their arses off thinking that Harry and his mates had to be the biggest idiots alive. What kind of person would ask to sing a song rather than receive the juicy prize of 10,000 pounds? Yes, in the show producers' opinion Harry had a tiny brain.

"This will be an extremely easy question. Almost like a bonus! What is the capital of our glorious country?" the host asked grinning.

Harry pressed the button and replied: "Dublin!"

Ron and Hermione covered their faces in embarrassment for the fifth time since the show had started. "Everyone knows it's London, you stupid baboon!" Ron tried to hold Hermione as she wanted to bitch slap Harry. "Dublin is the capital of Ireland, you moron! Let me go, Ron! He's going to make Bad Wizards look like retards!"

"I know, but calm down Hermione, alright?" Ron managed to make her hold still.

At that, Harry had already pressed the button again as the host finished saying: "The word for 'dog' in Spanish is 'perro.' What is the word in Spanish for 'cat'?"

"Chat," Harry replied and Hermione grabbed him by the neck.

"You big idiot! That's French! In Spanish the word for 'cat' is 'gato'!" Hermione's eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets. Ron separated her from Harry.

"Oh! We never studied Spanish in school, right Ron? I got confused because we studied a little bit of French..." Harry said looking pensive.

Ron wordlessly grabbed Harry and placed him on the back. "You won't answer any more questions, Harry."

The rest of the time Ron and Hermione were the ones replying to every question like aces while Harry remained behind them looking like an idiot. He started to feel that he really was stupid as he saw how easily Ron and Hermione knew the real answers to every question asked. He could almost feel his eyes spinning as Ron replied to questions with answers like 'Adolf Hitler', 'Prince Charles', etc. Hermione was the one to reply to Math questions that Harry would have never known with answers like 1,000,033, X equals 25, etc.

Finally, the last question came and a member from each team was to be chosen randomly. To Ron and Hermione's horror, the name chosen was Harry Potter to answer for their team. Harry felt lost as the host said that the last question had a value of 100,000 points. Whoever got it right would be the winner regardless of which team was winning at the moment. Harry lowered his head giving up as the host started to speak: "He is one of the most beautiful men in England, a virtuous writer since a very young age, a ladies' man. He has won twenty literary awards as the best novelist of the land. His romantic novels have conquered many, especially the teenage girl fandom. Even though his novels are extremely passionate and romantic he is known to have quite a temper and arrogant ways, but the fans still love him no matter what! His birth date is June 5..."

As the host kept speaking Ron and Hermione went berserk: "Harry! Harry get up! You know this one!"

Harry registered little by little what the host was saying and lifted his emerald orbs. He pressed the button even when the host hadn't finished speaking. The host looked at Harry surprised and motioned for Harry to answer. The boy did so in a very soft voice: "Draco Malfoy."

"AND BAD WIZARDS ARE THE WINNERS!" The host screamed and there was a big applause.

XxXxX

Draco saw as Harry started to sing his song and shook his head before muttering: "You are such a moron. You make a fool of yourself and you still sing in such an animated way. You are definitely an enigma Harry, unless you are simply insane."

Draco wasn't the only one watching the live performance. Blaise Zabini was horrified. "How can that moron know the name of a famous writer when he didn't know the capital of the country where he lives? And how can he sing like that when he made himself look so stupid? Why can he sing like that?" Blaise was trembling as he listened to Harry sing. Harry was no genius, but he was truly a singer, and there was a power and emotion in his voice that Blaise lacked. "Why can he sing with such a voice? Why?" Blaise left the room where Crabbe and Goyle kept watching the performance looking dumb. Slytherins had just been interviewed in a musical interviews show, but the show didn't allow singing. Even though Bad Wizards were on a non-musical show, they had been allowed to sing as their winning prize, and Blaise couldn't stand it. He went to the restroom and emptied his stomach's contents in the nearest loo. He trembled and spoke to himself: "I will destroy you, Harry Potter. I WILL DESTROY YOU!"

The show's ratings had risen at an alarming rate due to Harry's singing. The channel was flooded with calls from people asking when would the first Bad Wizards' single hit the market. The producers couldn't believe what was happening because the show wasn't that popular. They were starting to consider bringing bands on occasionally to perform. It seemed that Harry hadn't been such a big idiot when he asked for singing as a prize. He had benefited both the band and the show. The young singer had been surprised when K showed them a stage with instruments and microphone. Everything had been readied for their performance as if the manager had known beforehand that Bad Wizards would perform.

Harry was the happiest person alive when they left the building. Hermione went straight home and Harry and Ron walked together. "Now I'm actually glad you've hooked up with that Malfoy... I should be grateful to that writer. He indirectly helped us win." Ron grinned at Harry.

"Yeah... But you know, Ron? I don't know that much about him." Harry replied softly. "He keeps everything to himself even though he sometimes wants to know bits about me... He is such a mystery guy..." Harry noticed a bookstore's glass window and several novels by Draco Malfoy being exhibited there and sighed. "He is still a stranger in many ways and I just wish he would open himself to me..."

"Maybe he's protecting himself," Ron stated.

"Huh?" Harry looked confused.

"Maybe he has been hurt before and is afraid of getting hurt again."

"I... I would never... I..."

"I know Harry, but he doesn't." Ron gently touched Harry's face giving a half smile. "Just give him time."

"Right!" Harry exclaimed happily. "I'm going to him now! Hope he won't be angry at me for getting home this late when I always get there early! See you tomorrow, Ron!"

Ron stared at the same glass window Harry had been staring at before and frowned. He had a very bad feeling creeping inside him. Something bad was coming and he didn't want to see Harry hurt, but everything had seemed too easy and upbeat. He feared Harry's happiness would start crumbling very soon and he didn't want to see his best friend falling apart.

Wow... The reviews keep diminishing. 11 for the first chap, 5 for the second, and only animegurl088 and miss brownie reviewed the third chap. Is it a clue about the fic getting bad? Please tell me! I'm starting to get nervous thinking that this experiment is doomed! LOL

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