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Word Count: 1061

Title: Who Tells Your Story?

Note: Soldier Muggle AU, part of Cedric Lives series

Warnings:

Beta: ViolaMoon

Quidditch League:

[Team]: Pride Of Portree

[Position] Captain

[Theme]: Quidditch Supplies

[Prompts]:

[Theme]: Book Club

[Prompts]:

[Theme]: Pokemon

[Prompts]: (pairing) Draco/Harry, [#054.] Psyduck: Write about someone who is confused.

The House Cup:

[House]: Hufflepuff

[Class] Head Of House

[Prompts]: [Last Line] "Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?"**

[Category]: Standard

Hogwarts

Assignment 1: Zoology: Evolutionary Traits Over Time: Task #2: Write a character expressing one of the following emotions. (Suspicious)

Games:

Escape Room: (dialogue) "Is he wearing a wig? Why is he wearing a wig?" (Draco, mind your own business!)

UBC:

XX Draco XX

Draco glared over at Harry and Diggory's table, and he couldn't help but be worried when he saw how Harry was laughing with him. When it was only the two of them, Draco was confident that Harry liked him just as much as he liked Harry. But the war was tough on the aspiring soldiers, and Draco still tended to be suspicious of anyone around Harry. Cedric Diggory was well-built, had sandy blond hair, and was a lot more handsome than he was.

"Draco, wait!" Harry called, Draco was tempted to keep walking, but his heart raced when Harry called out to him.

"Bored of me already?" he muttered under his breath, careful not to let any passers-by overhear him. Even though most of the squad at least suspected, if they didn't already know that there was something going on between the two lieutenants.

"Don't be silly! It's not like that. He is completely straight," Harry said, reaching out for Draco's hand, but stopping himself as Colonel Dumbledore walked past them.

"I wouldn't be so sure," Draco said, turning to face Harry.

"Why don't you trust me?"

"I—" Draco didn't know what to say. He appeared so confident and cocky, it was hard to let anyone know that there was a hidden worry that he would never deserve happiness.

"Draco, he is just a friend, you know, he needs us just as much as every other lonely soul in this squadron." Harry's expression was defeated, and despite his anger, Draco longed to reach out and touch him. He hated the sadness reflected back at him through those emerald eyes, and saw the nerves in Harry as he tousled his messy jet-black locks.

"Come with me," Harry said softly. "Nobody will miss us for a couple of minutes."

Only Draco's silver-grey eyes betrayed him, he was definitely the more composed between them. "Okay," he said simply, following Harry behind the tents, so they could have some time alone.

As soon as they knew that nobody was going to spot them, Harry snuck in a kiss.

"I'm still upset with you," Draco attempted.

"Oh really?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows at Draco, and then kissing softly along his jawline. "How mad?"

"I," Draco gulped, despite himself, and his suspicion evaporated again.

"I know how hard it is, keeping this a secret. Most people won't accept this, but you really don't need to be insecure about this." Harry held out a hand to caress the cheek along his jawline where he had just peppered the kisses, and Draco tried to control his racing heart.

The woods surrounding the small green tents led down to the lake, where they had their first kiss on a small island surrounded by water. But, before that, lay the clearing where they had their exercises in case of an emergency.

They didn't have long before they were expected back, and all Draco could do was watch Harry leave. He hoped against all hope that, despite his father's warning, that he would be happy someday, and he wouldn't die here without word to his mother that he was gone forever.

Draco's choice to enlist in the army wasn't quite like any of the others. It had been his choice, despite his mother's tearful goodbye. Draco Malfoy was cocky, confident, and came from a long very wealthy family. He spent most of his school days tormenting most of the men that now formed part of the Hogwarts squadron, so he wasn't surprised that many of them, especially lieutenant Longbottom, had never forgiven him.

Draco was just a child, and children could be mean. Neville Longbottom had been a chubby boy, and Draco remembered a memory he wasn't particularly proud of.

"Hey, piggy! Oink oink!" Blaise Zabini called, spotting Neville in the Great Hall. Neville was sitting by himself, which usually caused him to be an easy target.

"Oi, Piggy," Kurtis Perkins teased. "Hand over that chocolate pudding, I think you have had enough." He sniggered.

Draco was standing beside them, he wasn't quite the leader of the pack, not this time, because by now his thoughts had become more focused on Harry Potter, and teasing the friend of all Gryffindors wasn't going to win him any favours. He saw Harry's emerald eyes surveying him with sadness, when he heard a girl's voice, and his attention was directed to the unfolding mess in front of him.

It seemed like Neville had been about to hand over his pudding until Lovegood arrived. Kurtis Perkins couldn't help take one more shot at him, before Draco decided that it was enough, just in time to prevent them being caught by a teacher.

It was late Friday night, and Draco had snuck out of his tent. He was having nightmares, and despite his previous conviction that he was still upset with Harry, he couldn't help but softly push him to wake him. The two of them went outside, looking at the stars glittering like diamonds in the clear night sky. With only the ashes from the fire still burning in the fireplace. The two were holding hands, sitting on logs and looking up at the sky, when suddenly, they heard the rustle of the trees.

Draco dropped Harry's hand like it burnt him, and was suddenly on guard. Draco jumped to his feet, his eyes seeking through the darkness for any threats. When they spotted the form of Cedric appearing through the trees, they calmed down. Draco gave Harry a curious glance.

"Is he wearing a wig?" Draco asked Harry, looking bewildered at the new information. "Why is he wearing a wig?"

"Well, damn, that explains the secret he wasn't ready to talk about."

"He told you a secret?" Draco asked.

"Shhh, no he didn't, but he said he was also different," Harry nodded towards the disappearing form of Cedric Diggory. "That's certainly different, isn't it?"

Draco nodded, he seemed to be considering this new information very carefully.

"Are you sure he isn't gay?" Draco confirmed.

"Positive." Harry confirmed. "But, in this war, none of it really matters, now does it?"

"What do you mean?" Draco asked.

"In the end, there are only three things that matter here and now," Harry said, pausing to make sure Draco's attention was focused on him again.

"What are those three things?"

"Who lives, who dies, who tells your story."