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Chiyoku Shibata: thanks for reviewing again (yay!) most of the answers to your questions are in the note below (about half way down in bold) and yes magic will come into play though not until another a chapter or two (i think)

Also Thank You reviewer(s): Essenity

A.N. IMPORTANT (or semi-important) NOTES: I just noticed I didn't mention this is a crossover fic lol Anyway, if you haven't been able to tell (thought I doubt that) this is a Gravitation/Harry Potter crossover (its kinda pre-Anime!Gravitation and post-AU!HarryPotter). Also the Harry Potter characters are probably quite a bit OOC and a bit of Hermione/Ron/and characters yet to be named (i.e. I'm not even sure myself) bashing (sorta). Another thing, you may notice some parts seem a bit awkward. That's because I tried my best to stick to the script in most parts and also incorporate my ideas in at the same time (plus some of the translations were quite shoddy). Lastly, about the similarities between this story and the original anime. At the moment, it's pretty similar but as you will see I will eventually move further and further away from the canon (after all Harry's and Yuki's stories and how they react to certain situations are different) until eventually the canon plot will be almost gone. So to begin there will be a few chunks thatarecompletely canon (I need to get Suguru to join Bad Luck first before I really start to do my damage) butthere'll also be other stuff...I think that's all for now (if there was anything else I needed to say, I forgot...hehe oh well, I'll post whatever it is later) so, ENJOY!

Chapter 3.

"I can't believe he refused my offer! What's wrong with him!" Hermione screeched as soon as Shuichi had left the bar.

"I think it's a good thing. It's been a while since I've had such good news," Draco said thoughtfully, "Apart from Ryuichi coming home, that is." But he didn't say that aloud. His wife, ever since the beginning, never got along with Ryuichi. Actually, that was an understatement. Draco didn't know why but she hated Ryuichi, and the feeling was reciprocated with passion.

"What! How can this be good!"

"Well," Draco grimaced, squashing the urge to block his ears with his fingers, "if you haven't noticed, it means that Shuichi's intentions, whatever they may be, are true. He's not in it for Evan's money, fame, whatever. And that's a good thing."

"Well, yes but," she spluttered, anger waning for a second then returning with a vengeance, "What kind of idiot would refuse an offer like that!"

"She's reduced to insulting him," Draco grinned mentally, "I've won this argument… It's been a while since that's happened and it looks like she's losing her touch from lack of practice." After growing up with his bastard of a father and a loving mother, Draco had vowed to cherish every moment with his wife and never argue with her. And that was exactly what he had done. He allowed Hermione reign over his life but there was one subject where he refused to back down and that was anything concerning Evan. He had spent less time with Ryuichi as per her wishes; he hadn't messed around with his keyboard in years as per her wishes but he wasn't about to hand over Evan's 'secret hideout' on a silver platter. Draco owed Evan too much and had gone through too much with him to betray him now. In the end, the couple had come to odds several times over the years because of this but eventually Hermione had learned to back off when the infamous Malfoy temper had finally reared its ugly head. "Only for you Harry, only for you," mouth twitching in amusement.

"What's so funny!" Hermione shrieked, noticing that Draco wasn't even listening to her anymore.

"Look Hermione, who cares if he rejected your offer? Evan needs someone like Shuichi, there's nothing else to it. As for him being an idiot, it's preferable to someone who's intelligent and much more prone to hurting Evan."

"Who cares if he rejected my offer? I do! Don't you want Evan and I to become friends again?" smirking inwardly as she used what she deemed to be her trump card but instead of the reluctant agreement and consequent bending to her will, his response was nothing she had predicted.

"You fool!" he screamed, the grip on his anger loosening, "Do you really think bribing someone, and no it doesn't matter who he is, bribing someone to convince Evan to forgive you will work! $#&! I wouldn't you forgive either and I love you!"

Lips pursed, Hermione looked ready to scream but before she could Draco said, "I'm not going to argue with you on this anymore, understood?" his tone dangerous leaving no room for disagreement while his heart ached when she didn't even acknowledge his love for her.

"Fine," she eventually huffed, setting herself back onto her stool.

"I've found out where Evan is living," she said after an uncomfortable silence.

"Yes, I gathered," he replied tiredly. It seemed Hermione had decided the 'Harry issue' was up for debate just because she now knew where he lived. He needed to escape. Now. She was just going to nag and nag, he could feel it. So just as she opened her mouth, a look of determination in her eyes to make him spill everything he knew about Evan, he got up, "I'm leaving. Don't wait up for me," and nodded the owner goodbye.

"What! Where are you going!"

Growling slightly, he didn't answer knowing he would most likely kill her even if he just looked her way. He really did love her, but there was so much he could stand before blowing up. And at that moment, he was at his limit. Almost running to the door, he flung it open, strode out and slammed it shut. Leaning against it briefly, letting out a huge sigh of relief, he walked down a familiar path to visit an old friend.

Looking over the city from the veranda with the moon shining from above had always been one of his favourite pastimes. Yet today, the flickering city lights were dull and the moon seemed to share his misery as dark clouds gathered around it, blocking it from sight.

"Hiro… wanting to do something for someone you like, is that a bad thing? Wanting to know more about someone you like, would that hurt them?" questioned Shuichi.

"Well," Hiro glanced up from where he sat, fixing the strings on his guitar, "sometimes you start thinking you are doing something for a person and end up realizing you're actually doing it for yourself. But the thought isn't bad in itself."

"Evan… he got angry."

"Evan's probably a very complicated person. But if you still like him, then you better do your best for tomorrow's live concert… not that you shouldn't have done that in the first place."

"I'm not even sure he's coming…"

Shuichi had left. The soft click of the front door told him so. Sighing softly, the removed the painting from its place on his study's wall revealing a small safe. Twisting the knob slowly, he unlocked it. The inside of it looked like an ordinary safe, filled with stacks of 100-yen notes. Evan of course, being the owner, knew other wise. With a press of a near-invisible switch, a second door opened just below the safe extending down to the floor. There he kept his most prized possessions: his Firebolt stood proudly, his invisibility cloak lay neatly folded on top of his photo album, a small cube box that held a quill made from the feather of his deceased owl Hedwig, another that held his parents wedding rings as well as the one from…

"Don't think about it!" he turned away, pushing back the tears.

…and lastly a thin black box lay amongst them.

Picking it up, he flipped it open.

His wand.

Stroking it slightly, he felt the tingle of magic spread through his body. It had been years since he last held his wand and it would've been longer, if he hadn't lost his temper today. He didn't really need it. He had no trouble living as a muggle, "Unlike Draco," smiling at a memory long gone by…

A tired Harry was finally home. A tired Harry who now had a well-developed hate for his real estate agent. And forms. While he loved his new home, filling out all those forms had sapped out most of the initial euphoria of buying a house. That and the constant nagging of his agent. Slipping off his shoes and dropping his bag on the ground, he glanced around but there was no sign of any of his roommates. Both of them had been purebloods so it had fallen to Harry to fix the muggle side of things of buying this house. Suddenly he remembered Neville was out looking for some plant or other, so he called out, "Draco? You here?"

"In the living room," a voice yelled back.

"What are you doing?" Harry said as entered the living room.

"Watching TV."

"Watching TV?"

And indeed, there was the blonde sitting silently in front of the almighty black box. Only there was one problem…

"Remember? When you left, you told me to try watching the TV. I don't see what got you so worked up about this anyway. It isn't very entertaining," Draco grumbled, shifting slightly in irritation. He had sat in front of the thing for so long and it had yet to do anything that may have been classified 'entertaining'. He seriously doubted Harry's sanity if Harry thought this was fun…

"Er… Drake…? You need to turn it on…"

After getting yelled at by Draco for a bit for not telling him how to use the TV and then a mad search for the missing remote, Evan pulled out the remote from somewhere beneath the couch (it had fallen off the coffee table) and they sat there huddled in front of the TV for several hours, Neville joining them once he got home. Evan now also knew better than to leave Draco without complete instructions of how to use a certain muggle appliance. An irritated Draco was not fun to deal with.

The three had parted in the end; they still kept in contact though. But now was not the time for reminiscing. His window was broken and it looked like it was about to rain. His computer was broken and it had the only copy of the first couple of chapters of his new book; he wasn't about to write it up again if he could help it.

Glancing outside, making sure no one was watching, he flicked his wrist and muttered a soft, "Reparo." The glass shards flew up forming a single pane before slotting itself back into the window frame. Moments later, the room looked as it once did. With more flicks of his wand, he healed himself, tugging off the bandages and bandaids as he went. When he was done, he placed his wand back into its box and into the safe, he closing up all his memories in the safe once more. And without another glance, he left the room.

"Evan?"

"Draco? That you?" he heard the voice call out from the kitchen.

"Yeh," the blonde replied, slipping off his shoes before sitting on the couch, sagging in mild relief. He had escaped from Hermione. He wasn't looking forward to when they next met, "Which would most likely be tonight since we are married after all," he groaned, but for now he would relax in the comfort of the 'best mate's' home where there was TV, beer and absolutely no nagging (hopefully), "Maybe I should just stay the night, Evan won't mind. I need at least a night to calm myself before seeing her again…"

"What's wrong?" Evan asked, handing his friend a beer ("Yay!" Draco thought).

"She knows where you live."

"Yes, I had the honour of her presence in my home a couple of days ago."

"Hn…"

"So, was it nagging or shouting this time?"

"Both," he said before gulping down the rest of his beer.

Evan cringed, "Do you want another one?"

When the blonde nodded, Evan got up and headed back to the kitchen. Draco watched as his friend disappeared into the kitchen and then coming out with, what he supposed, was all the beer Evan has in the house. Nine cans… it wasn't enough…

"Are you going to stay the night?" Evan asked.

"Yeah. If I'm lucky, maybe she'll have run out of steam by then from complaining to everyone and everything about me."

"…"

"Has Shuichi been here yet?" Draco suddenly enquired with curiosity. He waited with bated breath for even the smallest smile to form on Evan's face yet all he got was a frown.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked this time.

"Yes he was here."

Draco held his breath once more, praying to the gods for good news.

"I told him to leave."

Draco sat in stunned silence. He couldn't hold it back anymore…

"You… WHAT!" he screeched.

"You know you sounded a lot like Granger just then…" Evan replied calmly.

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT!"

"Have you been taking lessons…?"

"WHY, EVAN, WHY! ANSWER MY QUESTION!"

"He was here because of Granger, need I say more?"

"WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!"

"Well, Granger paid him to convince me didn't she?"

"HE REFUSED DAMN IT! HE REFUSED!"

"Hmm… Shuichi did say that but…"

"BUT WHAT!"

"I didn't believe him. After all why else would he come to see me?"

"MAYBE BECAUSE HE LIKES YOU!"

"What in world are you going on about? We've only met twice before this. I couldn't have made an impression like that in two meetings…"

"…"

Draco's anger deflated. He should've known. In the end, it always came to this. If it wasn't the fact someone only wanted Evan for his money, looks and fame, it was because he couldn't believe why the other would like him anyway. "Why can't you ever see yourself in a good light, Harry? You're a wonderful person, there's nothing not to like about you!" he thought,"#&$$# DURSLEYS!" But the blonde couldn't say all this aloud; it always led to an argument over the most insignificant things, something he wanted to avoid at all costs. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring the raven-haired man out of his lack-of-self-esteem shell. Luckily for Draco however, there were other ways to persuade Evan to meet up with Shuichi again. His conscious vaguely mentioned he was balancing precariously on the line between helping a friend and manipulation, irking him greatly. His mind pointed out, though, that Shuichi may be the one to bring Evan out of his shell and if by chance, though it was quite unlikely, Shuichi happened to hurt Evan instead, Draco was not only taller than Shuichi (so he could punch the singer's lights out) but also held a lot of power than and over the younger man as well (so he could punch the singer's lights out and get away with it without getting sued and, consequently, be able to console Evan as well since he wouldn't be stuck in jail). That thought comforted him greatly.

"…ellooo? Draco, you still in there?

"Eh?"

"You just zoned out for a bit there."

"I did? Sorry about that."

"It's okay, but you seen to have a bit of drool dangling there…" he squinted, while pointing vaguely at Draco's mouth.

Draco spluttered, "I do not drool!"

"Sure, you don't," Evan replied with a grin but it faltered when he saw Draco looking at him weirdly, "What?"

"You… just grinned!"

Snorting, "It's a free country."

"No, it's… just… It's been a while."

"…Really?"

"Really. …Unless you make a habit of grinning randomly to yourself when I'm not around. You don't, do you?"

Evan only rolled his eyes in response.

"It's because of Shuichi, isn't it?"

This time, Evan glared.

"I mean, there can't be any other reason," Draco rambled, words tumbling out of his mouth as he suddenly came to realisation, "I joke with you whenever I come over, but all I get is like a twitch of your mouth or something."

Evan likes Shuichi back.

"Don't jump to conclusions."

"What? Did I say that aloud?"

"No, but I don't doubt that's what you're thinking, and don't interrupt. Yes, I admit Shuichi's er…" Evan said, fumbling around for the right word to describe the energetic teen. He settled for, "interesting. But I'm not willing to be anything more than friends."

"That was what I meant anyway. Mind in the gutter I see, eh Evan?" the blonde said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh, shut up and drink your beer."

"Actually, I don't think I'll need it anymore. I feel like… singing!" Draco announced brightly.

"Then pass them here," Evan replied, suddenly feeling quite old and tired, "I have a feeling this is going to be a long night…"

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