Use Somebody Chapter 8: Someone like me, a harry potter fanfic

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A/N: Hey, guys! Chapter 8, Ta-da! Apologies for the delay. I have, rather foolishly, begun a new story, and I'm finding it a little difficult trying to work on the two whilst coping with a hyperactive 4 year old during school holidays. I will try my best to maintain a fairly regular update timetable in the future.

So…what did everyone think about Half Blood Prince??? Personally, I was mondo disappointed! Besides the fact that Draco had far more screen time than he has received in the past, I felt it was a bit…Mah! (Although, Harry high on Felix was pretty funny!) Drop me a message if you want to chat about it, it's not like I've got anyone else to talk Potterverse with! (Besides Meghan, obviously! lol)

Thank you to everyone who has read, review and favoured this story. I love you all! I will try and reply to all reviews ASAP, if I haven't so far, I'm not ignoring you I'm just finding it a little hard to organise myself. However, I really appreciate your support, and feel dreadful for not writing to you all. I promise to do so swiftly! Xxx

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Chapter 8 - Someone like me.

Harry lopped into the reception, his bag that was stuffed with as much paperwork as he could smuggle beneath Hermione's radar, hanging from his slumped shoulder, his thin charcoal coat hanging over the top in an attempt to hide the bulging bag.

Draco, who was perched on one of the scarlet stuffed armchairs, stood as Harry approached him, and the brunette noted with a sense of disappointment that the blonde's delectable chest was now being hidden beneath his own black fitted, thigh length winter coat. His messenger bag strap sat snugly across his torso leaving Draco's hands free.

Harry realised why the blonde had left his hands free when he reached across and plucked Harry's heavy satchel from his shoulder and, with a suspicious expression at the weight, placed it on his own.

"I figured I might as well make myself useful." Draco smiled, a small blush colouring his cheeks as though he hadn't actually meant to be helpful at all. Harry was struck by the distinct impression that Draco actions had been entirely unconscious, the blush on his face confirming his theory.

"That was the longest 10 minutes in history." Draco commented, adjusting the strap to Harry's bag. The brunette felt a rush of guilt knowing how heavy the bag actually was, and he reasoned that perhaps he had put a few too many files inside. "Technically, it was actually 25 minutes, but what's quarter of an hour between…Well, you know." The blonde trailed off, looking more embarrassed than he had been a moment before.

Harry watched the other man with a small amused smile, his mind finish the sentence that Draco had been unwilling to complete. So, Draco thought of Harry as a friend? The smile widened as Harry realised how comfortably that thought sat with him. Friends. Harry and his friend, Draco.

The blonde cleared his throat, one of his eyebrows rising questioningly, and Harry realised he was probably grinning like a complete prat.

"Right, sorry." He breathed, his eyes travelling around the empty reception simply to keep from staring at Draco's face. "Hermione decided to give me the extended version of the 'Harry is an idiot' song. She added a bridge of 'When will you learn?', followed by a chorus of 'You're impossible, why can't you just do as you're told?' Safe to say I gave her my own version of 'Hermione, piss off.'"

Draco's laugh at Harry's remark sent the most delicious thrill of excitement through the brunette's body, and he shivered a little. It was the most pleasant sound Harry had ever heard, and he found himself trying to think of more witty things to say so he could hear it again.

"Hey, you're shivering." Draco said suddenly, and before he knew it, Harry was having his coat thrust upon him. "You'll need it anyway, it's starting to rain." the blonde commented, apparently trying to make it clear that he was being practical rather than concerned.

"Ah, that's why you're in here." Harry said, pulling his coat on and cringing when he felt his cold wet shirt stick to his back. He dearly hoped that Draco had not noticed that particular part of his humiliation. It was bad enough that the other man knew his body didn't work right; he didn't want him knowing that he had sweat stains too.

Draco's eyes narrowed for a moment in confusion before he realised what Harry was talking about. "Oh, yeah. Plus I have no idea which car is yours." He said with a one armed shrug.

Harry stared at him for a fraction of a second before closing his eyes and shaking his head slightly. "Right. Of course you don't know which car is mine. Sorry, I just assumed you…never mind." Harry mumbled, feeling like a complete moron. He wasn't actually in the car when you were screwing him in your daydreams, you fool!

Feeling his face begin to heat up, Harry started to make his way toward the exit, careful to keep his face well out of Draco's line of sight. He could hear the blonde's even, casual strides behind him, and as the doors opened they were showered with droplets of rain as the wind blew it inside the reception.

Harry bowed his head as he turned left and made his way towards his parking space. He could hear a string of mumbled complaints spilling from Draco's mouth from beside him, and he suppressed the urge to laugh.

"A Nimbus soft top? Very nice." The blonde commented, as they drew up to the car, Harry opening the boot in the process. Draco placed the mammoth file bag inside, and turned to get into the passenger seat.

"Erm…Draco?" Harry said suddenly, his shoulders hunching as the rain began to fall harder. Draco turned; his hands flying up to pull the collar of his coat up to try and shield his clothes from the rain. "Do you know how to drive?"

Draco's delicate blonde eyebrows shot up, and seemingly thrown by Harry's question, he frowned in a puzzled way. "Yes?" He said, his answer sounding more like a question.

Pulling his keys from his pocket, Harry approached the now rather wet blonde man, and held up the car key. "I won't drive when my levels are low. I'm not overly keen on being a passenger, but-"

"Right, of course. Yes, I'll drive." Draco replied, his silvery eyes probing Harry's face. The brunette was more than a little nervous about letting Draco behind the wheel, but he tried to keep that out of his expression.

"O.K." Harry said with as much confidence as possible. With a casual flick of his wrist, Harry pressed a button on the key causing the locks on the doors to click open, and with a small smile he handed to it to Draco.

Feeling completely backwards, Harry slid onto the passenger seat and watched as Draco's blurry form passed the soaking windshield. Harry, whose nerves were beginning to jingle, jumped slightly when the driver side door opened, and even though he was more than comfortable in Draco's presence, he couldn't shake the fear of handing over this much trust to him. He was absolutely serious when he had said he didn't like to be a passenger.

The blonde seemed to sense Harry's discomfort, and he did something that would usually make Harry even more nervous, however in this case it didn't bother his as much. Draco talked.

"So, a Nimbus? The pretty boy car? For some reason, you don't strike me as the kind of guy to drive a Nimbus." Draco commented as he adjusted the seat and rear view mirror. His lip curled when his eyes connected with the mirror, and Harry smiled slightly when the blonde discreetly tried to adjust his hair that was in slight disarray.

"Yeah, I reasoned that, if I had to work with Hermione every day, I should at least have a nice car. That way I have a pro as well as a con." Harry mumbled, distractedly tugging at the seatbelt that he had fastened as soon as he was seated to test if it worked properly. "Why wouldn't I drive a Nimbus?" He asked, turning his gaze to the side of Draco's head. He figured that, perhaps, if he looked at the blonde whilst he was driving it might take his mind of the fact that…Draco was driving!

The blonde smiled to himself as he started the engine, his eyes firmly focused on the window before him as he pulled the car out of it's space and headed for the exit. This pleased Harry, who was steadily gripping the edges of his seat. "You seem to like the simple things in life. I just wasn't expecting you to own a sports car." He laughed.

"Oh, right." Harry breathed, Draco's answer throwing him a little.

"Where am I going?" Draco asked, bringing the car to a stop at the exit, and turning to look at Harry with a small amused smile.

"Oh, right. Erm…yeah, Hogsmeade. Here…" Harry said again, feeling as though he had left his coherency outside when he had gotten in the car. Reaching across and plucking the Satellite Navigation unit from its perch, Harry brought up his home address and positioned it so Draco could clearly see the directions as they were given.

"Why did you choose the non-motorway route? Surely, that would be quicker." He asked as he pulled the car out of the car park and on to the road, his tone confused.

Harry, who had gone back to concentrating on Draco, watched as droplets of water fell from his silvery hair and ran down his pale neck, disappearing beneath his collar, and he found himself desperately wanting to lean across and trace the trail with his tongue. Shivering slightly as the thought took hold of him, he answered, his voice a little firmer than he meant as he tried to shake his lewd thoughts away "I don't like the motor way."

Draco stared out of the windscreen, watching Harry out of the corner of his eye. He wasn't usually as vigilant when it came to driving, but Harry was giving off some serious distress signals and Draco couldn't help but feel slightly uptight himself.

He really, really wished that the brunette would stop staring at him. He could feel Harry's emerald eyes boring into the side of his face, and he found himself using all of his will power to stop from turning and looking into them. However, Draco had a feeling that as soon as his eyes left the road, Harry might have a panic attack, so, he decided that it was probably for the best that he remain completely focused on the road ahead.

He was curious as hell as to why Harry didn't like motorways. After all, it was such a random thing to dislike. Unless…

Draco glanced out of the corner of his eye at the other man - who looked for all the world like he was dying of fright - and realised that Harry must have had a bad car experience somewhere along the line.

He noticed with a small frown that Harry was still shivering somewhat, and reached across to switch on the heaters. As they began blasting welcoming warm air on the two of them, Draco was hit full in the face by Harry's scent, and it was all he could do not to moan with absolute desire. The brunette's rich musky aroma filled the small space instantly, and he felt his mouth water just as quickly.

Harry, who seemed completely oblivious to this, chose this moment to ask Draco a question, and the blonde cursed his luck that his answering voice would be slightly higher than that of the average adolescent going through puberty.

"What about your car? How will you get it?" The brunette asked, apparently just realising that Draco would somehow have to make his way back home eventually.

"Oh, I don't have one." Draco replied in his squeaky voice, shifting awkwardly with embarrassment. "I like to walk." he added simply.

He felt Harry's incredulous gaze bore into the side of his head. It was so intense that Draco was sure he'd have scorch marks where the brunette's emerald eyes were fixed. "You don't have a car?"

Draco, quite unintentionally, bristled at Harry's remark. He didn't appreciate the absolute shock and disbelief in the other man's tone. That's right, I don't have a car." He murmured.

Apparently, Harry didn't sense the warning in Draco's tone because he continued. "Don't tell me! You have a chauffer named Jeeves who drives you round in a Cleansweep." he laughed.

Draco swallowed convulsively, his stomach churning as he pulled up at a red light and the car came to a halt. He didn't like this route of questioning. So far, since he had started at Aurors, he had managed to avoid any conversations that could be considered personal. Although, he and Harry had never found themselves in a situation where they were alone together without a desk or a pile of files between them.

"His name is Dobbs, actually. And it's not a Cleansweep; it's a vintage Ford Angular." He mumbled, staring at the traffic lights in front of him to avoid looking Harry in the eye. He felt, rather than saw, the brunette's amazement at his statement.

"Jesus! Spoilt much?" Harry laughed in astonishment, causing Draco to grip the steering wheel so tightly the sound of his knuckles cracking filled the air.

A frostiness that he didn't even want to begin to explain rolled off Draco, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. The cars behind them were now beginning to toot their horns when the light changed to green and yet Draco didn't drive. Instead, he turned and looked at Harry, probing his expression for any signs of spite or malice.

"I can't help it that my parents have money, Harry." He said harshly, a distinct defensiveness to his tone that caused Harry's eyebrows to rise behind his glasses. Scolding himself, Draco focused back the on car and promptly pulled away from the traffic lights.

The rest of the journey passed in an unpleasant silence. After Draco had once again displayed his haughty, defensive side, Harry found that he could no longer stare at the blonde's face, instead gazing at his pale hands that clutched at the steering wheel. He was more than a little unsettled that an, obviously, angry man was currently in control of the vehicle, and Harry found himself digging his nails into the leather edge of his seat, and he tried his best not to freak out.

He was more unsettled at the fact that he was the one who had angered the blonde beside him, and he wasn't quite sure how he'd done it.

He figured that calling Draco spoiled was a little out of line, but to receive the reaction he had received was completely unexpected, and Harry floundered as he tried to think of a way to fix it.

Draco was overwhelmingly relieved when the satellite navigation declared that they had reached their destination, and pulling into the first space he could find in the underground car park at the base of a flashy looking apartment complex, he promptly climbed out and escaped the claustrophobic atmosphere that had enveloped the car since he had snapped at Harry.

The brunette vacated the car a little more slowly, apparently trying to avoid the moment when they would need to speak to one another again, and Draco busied himself by fetching their things from the boot.

He could sense that Harry was at a complete loss for something to say - that much was obvious from the silence in the car - and he could see that the brunette was full of remorse, however Draco was certain that Harry had no idea what he was supposed to be remorseful for.

The blonde reasoned, as Harry began to lead the way toward a set of lifts, that the remark in the car was meant to be completely harmless. He figured the knowledge that he was chauffer driven would have probably invoked that kind of comment from a number of people, however it was the fact that Harry had made the observation that hit Draco hardest. He didn't want Harry to think of him as a rich, spoiled little brat. He'd experienced that type of ill-informed, stereotypical shit before, and the emotional scars of that encounter were still very raw.

He wanted Harry to see him as an equal, as a normal everyday member of society. The last thing Draco wanted was for anyone, especially Harry, to see his inheritance and background as anything other than what it was. He didn't want to be thought of as special - because special treatment only leads to envy. And everyone knows what happens when envy rears its ugly head…

Once they were inside the plush, mirrored lift, both men found it infinitely impossible to continue avoiding each other's gazes as each way they turned their reflections bounced back at them. With a badly concealed steeling breath, Harry finally made eye contact with Draco through their reflection.

"I'm sorry. I was out of line before. I've never considered you as 'spoiled'. To be honest, I sometimes forget that you're…wealthy." Harry said quietly, his tone and his expression absolutely sincere. "I was actually kidding when I said about you having a chauffer, I was surprised when you said you didn't have a car because…well…your image and…how you look…"

Draco bristled again, his eyes flashing, and Harry seemed to flounder as he realised how his comment could - and more than likely by the expression on Draco's face - had been construed.

"I mean…er…well, you…you're…very…attract-...attractive…and, erm…" Harry stuttered, feeling like a complete fool. His eyes widened as he processed the details of his stammering, and he turned to find a curious frown creasing Draco's pale face. He promptly tried to cover his tracks. "I mean, you know, you're well dressed…and…you always look good…and smell good…-"

Harry instantly cut off so he could have a chance to pray for the ground to open up and swallow him. Self-loathing and downright incredulity slammed into him, and he scrambled to say what he actually meant before he could dig himself in any deeper. "- you just look like the kind of guy that should be driving my car, rather than walking." he finished quickly, turning away and fixing his eyes on the ground. Please, God! If you have any compassion - kill me, kill me now!

The lift's disembodied voice announced their floor, and Harry sighed with relief as the doors slid open and he had a chance to escape his humiliation.

After a fraction of a stunned second, Draco realised that Harry had exited and swiftly moved to follow him, stumbling a little when the heavy file bag on his shoulder slipped down his arm and threw him off balance. Thankfully, Harry, in his distracted state, didn't notice.

Draco was sure that the conversation that had taken place inside the elevator was a figment of his imagination. There was no way that in a total of three broken sentences Harry had just told Draco he thought he was hot. No way!

Any other thought that may have proceeded was instantly cut off the moment Draco stepped inside Harry's apartment. Now, Draco, who was accustomed to expensive furnishings and modern technology wasn't usually impressed by something as simple a high tech fridge or a priceless painting. However, Harry's apartment was stunning.

The warm earthy colours, dark wood flooring, antique oak furniture and a couch with so many thick cushions it looked as though you could melt into it…! It was beautiful. It appeared as though the brunette had tried to recreate the interior of an old stately castle. Bookshelves lined an entire wall with thick tomes undoubtedly filled with anything relating to Law. The only high tech things in sight; a plasma T.V set against the wall above a small blank screen below.

And the smell…was Harry - pure, unadulterated and absolutely heavenly!

"You can come in." Harry's voice floated into Draco's consciousness, and the blonde realised that he was still standing in the doorway, his mouth hanging open slightly. With a small mental shake and a soft clearing of his throat, Draco composed himself and stepped inside the apartment.

Harry, who still appeared to be dithering a little, walked around the lounge, dodging furniture, with the air of a person who knew the floor layout so much that he could do it with his eyes closed, and picking up a small remote control from the thick oak coffee table he flicked it toward the small screen below the T.V and the image of flames burst across it. The odd thing was that, even though it was just basically an image of flickering flames, the room instantly felt warmer for it.

"Here, I'll take that. Thank you." Harry muttered, approaching Draco with a small smile, indicating the file bag. Relieving the blonde man of its weight, Harry pointed to the couch. "You can sit down if you'd like. Would you like something to drink?" He asked, his impeccable manners causing Draco to smile a little.

"I'm fine, thanks." He breathed, edging his way into the room, surreptitiously glancing around in the process.

When Harry disappeared into another room, Draco used the opportunity to have more of a snoop without looking too nosy. With a quick glance at the books on the shelves, he found that he was right in thinking they were work related; however there were a few novels tucked away on one of the lower shelves. Beneath a huge dressed window with thick flowing drapes stood a dresser with a collection of framed photographs, and Draco, hoping to spot an embarrassing one of Harry, migrated towards it. He was surprised when he found them all to be of the same group of people.

One in particular caught Draco's eye and as he picked it up, he heard the brunette re-enter the room. "You look remarkably like your father, Harry." He said with a small smile, gazing at the man who looked to be about their age holding an infant Harry in his arms. "Although -" and picking up the photo that had been standing beside the first, he continued "Your eyes are the same colour as…your mother?" he finished uncertainly. He had been sure with the first picture, as Harry had been present in it. However, that of the woman with tumbling red curls was a solo portrait. There was something distinctly 'Harry' about her though.

"Yes, that's my mother. Lily."

Harry's voice caused Draco to jump slightly. The blonde hadn't realised how close the other man stood to him until he felt his cool breath whisper across the side of his face as Harry looked over his shoulder.

"She's very beautiful." Draco said softly, his eyes drinking in the sight of Harry's parents. He felt a small measure of triumph as he learned something of Harry's life outside of the obvious work stuff. His parents were obviously very important to the brunette, and Draco found himself wondering if he'd ever get the chance to meet them.

"Thank you." Harry replied simply, his tone a little wistful as he reached across, his chest pressing slightly against Draco's back, and ran his finger over the glass that held the picture in place. Draco had the distinct impression that Harry hadn't seen his mother for a little while and missed her very much.

Neither man seemed to want to acknowledge how closely they stood to each other, as they continued to silent gaze at the picture of Lily.

"Are you sure you don't want a drink?" Harry's voice whispered close to Draco's ear a few minutes later, and the blonde shivered slightly, his eyes falling closed in the process. "I know it's a bit early, but I've got wine…Don't tell Hermione though." He said, a smile in his voice.

Draco sagged a little as the brunette moved away, and placing the photos back into their original positions, he turned and found Harry had disappeared again. Heading to the kitchen, Draco was yet again stunned by the décor.

A quintessential country kitchen. Light and airy with pale wood cupboards and a butlers sink. There were obvious mod-cons; swivelling space saving cabinets and a small T.V that flipped down from beneath one of the upper units. The fridge and appliances were hidden behind faux cabinet doors to keep from ruining the authenticity of a country kitchen with the ugliness of a washing machine.

Noticing a collection of empty wine bottles on the counter, Draco recalled Harry's last statement. "Someone had themselves a party." Draco laughed, causing Harry, who was surveying the contents of his fridge, to turn and follow Draco's line of vision. A small blush crept over the brunette's cheeks and he turned guiltily to Draco.

"Oh, that. Yes, probably not one of my best ideas, however yesterday was a long day." He murmured, resting his cheek against the edge of the fridge door.

"And that's why you became hypoglycaemic…alcohol can affect you for a few days after, right?" Draco enquired, moving around the kitchen and glancing into the sink where he found an empty wine glass and a breakfast bowl. "You weren't lying when you said you had eaten, then." He added.

He could feel Harry's eyes on his face, and when he glanced up he found a serious expression darkening his eyes. "I don't lie." He said simply, letting the fridge door slowly swing closed.

"Anyway, talking about parties, I'm guessing it was your own little hangover that was to blame for your tardiness this morning, hmm?" Harry smiled, his arms crossing over his chest and his hip jutting out to the side. Draco laughed at how adorably cute Harry looked when he was trying to be serious.

"I'm sorry about that. I had an alarm clock malfunction…I forgot to set it." He replied, hoping his expression was as innocent and forgiving as it felt. "It won't happen again." He added more sincerely.

Shrugging and indicating that they head back into the lounge, Harry laughed again. "I don't mind the occasional sicky or late start, so long as it's only occasional. One of us should be able to go out and have a good time." he sighed, falling onto the couch, a smile spreading across his face as his eyes dropped closed. Perching on the edge, Draco's eyes probed the other man's face, greedily drinking in as much of him as possible.

"Incidentally, well done with the whole Lavender thing. I really appreciate it. I would never have forgiven myself if I had been responsible for Parvati staying with Lavender, and then later finding that she had been hurt because of her mother's drug habit." Harry shivered. "One thing I hate more than drugs is children being poorly treated."

Draco shifted uncomfortably, the conversation making him nervous. Harry spoke with obvious passion, and it disturbed the blonde a little. He found himself scrambling for a subject change, and a block of scarlet in the corner of his vision drew his eye toward the coffee table.

There in the centre, looking completely innocent, was Harry's beloved red folder.

"Looks harmless, doesn't it?" Harry asked after a few silent minutes, and glancing at the brunette, Draco found that he too had been looking at the file.

Draco didn't say anything. Harry's question was quite obviously rhetorical, and he was afraid that if he said anything it would stop the other man from speaking. Because, Harry was going to speak, Draco was sure of it.

"Do you remember yesterday I told you I had met a man named Tom?" He asked slowly, continuing when Draco nodded. "That file is about him." He whispered, now staring into the false flames of his imitation fireplace.

Draco watched him, silently. Sinking a little into the cushions behind him as he studied Harry's face.

"Yesterday, 25 years ago to the day, Tom Riddle was C.E.O of a company called Morsmordre. They dealt in computer software. Riddle had this delusional dream that he was going to take over the business world with his product, unfortunately his product was already on the market at a much lower price and the company went bust.

"Deranged, in massive amounts of debt, drunk and intoxicated with a class A drug, Riddle walked into the final company board meeting and shot the five remaining members of the committee." Harry said, his tone flat, lifeless. It sounded as though he had said the words a thousand times before.

"Once he had killed his employees, Riddle went on a high speed joy ride. He was thought to have been going 120mph in a 50mph zone.

"Obviously, he didn't make the crazed journey without an accident. It is thought that he lost control on a patch of ice and spun out. He went straight across the middle barrier separating oncoming traffic and collided head on with a Phoenix metro. Riddle was driving a Voldemort! The phoenix didn't stand a chance.

"Riddle was unscathed. The driver of the Phoenix died on impact, the passenger is thought to have survived long enough to climb into the back seat…" Harry paused, reaching across for the file and plucking out a newspaper clipping. "She was found draped over a car seat." He finished.

Draco's hand flew up to his mouth, his eyes widening in horror. Harry passed him the newspaper clipping, a sombre expression on his face as he gazed intently at Draco.

Lowering his eyes to the piece of yellowed, slightly rumpled paper, Draco read the headline with a growing sense of dread.

'The Boy Who Lived' the headline read a picture of a mangled car below it. '…Miracle of Godric's Hollow tragedy. A baby was left orphaned last night when its parents were tragically killed in a head on collision with a drunk driver. The driver Tom Riddle…' Draco skipped the information that Harry had already told him, only interested in what happened to the baby. 'The baby, a boy, miraculously escaped with little more than head injuries, and is said to be doing well. He is currently in the care of local authorities…'

Draco glanced up and found Harry once again staring at the fire. "What happened to the baby?"

Harry's expression didn't change, he simply continued to stare. "Grew up in care, he had no other living family." He said with a shrug.

"Have you ever met him? It doesn't say a name, did you trace him or…" Draco asked quietly, trailing off when a humourless smile passed Harry's lips. Turning and fixing Draco with a tormented stare, he offered the blonde another document, only this time it was death certificate.

His stomach twisting with absolute dismay, and his heart sinking pitifully in his chest, Draco gazed at the document for a long moment. The name Lily Potter in the box marked deceased caused his heart to squeeze painfully and he couldn't stop the tear that slid down his face, landing on the word marked 'Mother' beside the space left for occupation

"It's me." Harry whispered tightly.

To Be Continued….

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A/N: I totally teared up writing that final part, haha…I've never cried at my own writing before!

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