Two Lonely Hearts

Chapter 5



A few days later, Harry walked into school and put his coat in his locker, not needing it inside with the heater on. Walking into homeroom he sat in his seat between Ron and Hermione.



“Hey, Harry,” said Neville behind Harry. Seamus sat next to Neville and smiled over at the other teenager.



“Hey, guys,” said Harry sitting down in his chair and threw his legs onto his desk, with his hands behind his head.



“Mr. Potter, feet of the desk, now,” said Snape, head bent over a paper on his desk. Harry stayed as he was. “Mr. Potter….”



“How’s Luna, Neville,” asked Harry ignoring Snape altogether.



“Uh, she’s all right,” said Neville, nervous about answering Harry while Snape was angry. “We’ve got a date planned for this weekend.”



Harry looked up at him in interest. “Really? What do you have planned?”



“Mr. Potter….”



“Movie and pizza,” said Neville. “She said she wanted to see that new horror movie coming out.”



“The one about the vampire? I’ve wondered if I should see that one.”



“Mr. Potter!” Harry looked up at Snape through half lidded eyes, thankful he wasn’t wearing his glasses. “You will remove your feet from the desk.” Both continued to glare at each other. “Please.”



Harry smiled. “Well, since you asked ever so nicely,” he said and put his feet on the floor. up front Harry saw Malfoy smirking amusingly. Harry smirked back still in his relaxed position till Malfoy turned around and started fiddling with something under his desk. After a few seconds Harry felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and he carefully took it out under his desk to read the text.



Tease. DM.



Harry smirked. Trust Malfoy to have some insult to everything he does. Well, he can’t have Malfoy have the last laugh.



Funny. Still wish he’d wash his hair. Maybe all the chem. HP



Harry had just sent it when the bell rang. He quickly shoved the phone in his pocket. Picking up his shoulder bag he walked out of the room to hear Malfoy’s failed attempt at hiding his laughter.



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Draco stretched as he walked into the locker room to change for gym. He hated to admit that Potter’s text was funny but he had to agree with his rival. A family friend Snape may be, but the man had no sense of good hair care.



Turning a corner he nearly ran into Potter and Weasley, Granger probably already heading to the girl’s locker room on the other side of the gym.



“Malfoy.”



“Potter.”



“We were here first, Malfoy,” said Weasley glaring at Draco.



“Say please and I may move out of your way,” said Draco with a smirk to the redhead.



“Or how about I….



“May we please go through, Malfoy,” asked Potter. Draco looked over at him and both stared at each other for a moment before Draco stepped aside.



“Thank you, Malfoy,” said Potter as he and Weasley walked in.



“What the hell…” said Weasley before Draco joined Blaise at their gym lockers.



“Was that you being nice to Potter and Weasel,” asked Blaise as Draco too out the shirt and sweatpants that was his gym uniform.



“Just so I can beat him in basketball,” said Draco with a smirk as he took off his school uniform. He could feel Blaise’s eyes on him. “Eyes off.”



Blaise scowled. “You were like this the other day,” he said. “What’s with the sudden change of attitude?”



“Maybe I got tired of only you staring at me and want to have something serious.” Draco picked up his gym shirt and pulled it over his head.



“Serious with whom? And how will you keep it from your dad?”



“If I have my way, my father will never find out.”



“What do you mean?”



Draco did say anything as he turned and watched Potter dress. The raven had already pulled on his sweatpants and was pulling off his school shirt. Draco had made it a point to keep from watching other boys undress in the gym locker, but today he turned to see Potter getting ready. His skin was a rich tan with a well toned abdomen and pectorals, and his biceps bulged as he pulled his shirt down. There was a slightly faded scar down his left arm that he had received when he witness Cedric Diggory dying, but other then that, his skin was flawless.



“I could go for him,” said Blaise glancing at Potter as well as they entered the gym. Draco smirked over at him.



“You’re not his type,” he said closing his locker door. “Wrong gender.”



“That’s never stopped me before,” said Blaise with a smirk. Then he saw the look on Draco’s face as he the blonde turned back to watch Potter. “Draco, you aren’t…checking Potter out, are you?”



“What? No!” said Draco looking at Blaise in shock. “Do you want to me to have an aneurism?”



“I saw you looking.”



Draco shifted nervously. “I was not!”



“He is gorgeous, except for that scar down his arm.”



Draco shrugged, trying to make it look like he didn’t care. “If you say so.”



Blaise smirked. “And he does have a nice arse,” he said in a low voice.



“Yeah,” said Draco absentmindedly. He caught his breathe when he realized what he said. ‘Oh, shit!’



Blaise’s smirk turned into a grin. “Ha! You admit it!”



“Admit what?” asked Draco trying to feign curiosity. “What was the question?”



Blaise pointed a finger at him. “Ah, don’t do that? I heard it straight from the horse’s mouth. And you just admitted it.”



“Admit to what?” asked a voce behind them and they turned to see Weasley sneering at them. Potter had gone to the other side gym to wait fro Granger. “Did he admit that he’s a poof, because we already knew that.”



“Back off, Weasley,” snapped Draco, standing up from the bench to confront the redhead.



“Or what? Have your boyfriend here beat me to a bloody pulp?” Weasley nodded to Blaise who stood Beside Draco “Afraid to bruise that pretty face of yours?”



“Andy time, any place, Weasley.”



“I’d like to see you try it.”



“Ron.” Potter walked up with Granger and looked between the two. “Save it for the court.”



And taking Weasley by the arm he led the redhead to the other side of the bleachers and all three sat down.



“That was close,” said Blaise.



“That was Weasley being Weasley. “



Ms. Hooch walked in and they started the class. After going through a few stretches she assigned them to a two man team to play a game of half court. Granger and Lavender Brown were put on the same team against Daphne Greengrass and Millicent Bulstrode. Granger had more trouble getting her partner to cooperate then getting around the two larger girls.



“Potter and Weasley, you’re up against Malfoy and Zabini,” said Hooch. “Green Team gets the ball.”



“Perfect,” said Weasley getting up.



Draco took the ball and walked to the half court they were playing on and stood facing Potter. Potter stood in front of him to block, Blaise behind Potter and Weasley behind Draco.



“Ready to lose, Potter,” said Draco with a smirk lazily dribbling the ball.



“You wish, Malfoy.”



Hooch blew her whistle.



Draco dribble the ball faster as Weasley ran to block Blaise. Draco feinted to the right before gong to the left. Potter followed his every move. Draco groaned. Potter was giving him no opening. Blaise and Weasley was closet to shoving each other to get room.



Draco had his back to Potter to prevent the other boy from grabbing the ball. Potter stood half a foot away from him, matching Draco move for move.



“Enjoying the game, Potter,” asked Draco under his breathe in an amused voice.



“As much as you are, Malfoy,” said Potter, his voice oddly husky. Draco missed a step, almost falling if he didn’t quickly caught his balance. Draco’s trip allowed Potter to dodge around him, grab the ball, and pass it to Weasley. Weasley caught the ball and threw it through the hoop. Hooch blew her whistle.



“Point, Red Team. Red Team has ball.”



“Pretty dirty trick, Potter,” said Draco as the switch position, Draco in blocking the hoop and Potter in front of it.



“You started it, Malfoy.”



Hooch blew her whistle. Potter moved around Draco to pass the ball to Weasley, but Draco grabbed the ball, passed it to Blaise and Blaise scored.



“Point, Green Team. Green Team has ball. Last game”



“Smooth move, Malfoy,” said Potter.



“I’ve got a lot of moves you don’t know about, Potter.”



Hooch blew the whistle. Draco dribbled the hall, attempting to find an opening for himself and Blaise but Potter didn’t back away from blocking him. Draco looked over to Blaise and saw Weasley doing the some to him.



Finally Blaise dodged around Weasley and Draco passed the ball to him just as Potter moved to intercept. Potter miss, tripped over his shoe lace ad landed on Draco. Both landed on the hardwood floor just as the students stood to cheer.



“Potter, get off me!” yelled Draco. he really didn’t want Potter to move, the other boy seemed to fit, but old instinct kicked in before he could think and he reacted. He shoved Potter off and the other boy gasped in pain. “Potter?”



“My arm,” gasped Potter clutching his arm. “You landed on my arm.”



“Is it broken,” asked Draco reaching to inspect the arm when he was forcefully shoved aside.



“Get away from him, Malfoy!” yelled Weasley. “You’ve done enough!”



“It’s fine,” said Harry. “It was my fault. I tripped on my shoelace.”



“Don’t take the wrap for him, Harry. It’s his fault and you know it.”



“Ron…”



“Mr. Weasley, out of the way. Let me see.” Hooch moved Weasley aside and took Potter’s arm and inspected it. “Not broken, but badly sprained. I’ll write a pass to see Mrs. Pomprey.”



Potter nodded.



“Ms. Hooch, may I escort Potter to the Nurse’s office,” asked Draco.



“No way!” yelled Weasley. “He’s the one who hurt Harry!”



“It was an accident, Weasley,” said Blaise.



“Like I’d believe that.”



“It was an accident, Ron,” said Granger. “I saw it.”



“Mr. Malfoy is allowed to escort Mr. Potter to the Nurse’s office,” said Hooch and left to write the permission slip.



“He’s just going to hurt Harry more,” complained Weasley.



“If I wanted to harm Potter, I would not have wanted to lead him to the nurse’s office,” said Draco



“Both of you stop,” said Potter looking slightly annoyed. “You’re bickering is annoying and pointless. It was an accident, Ron, so just drop it!” All four fell silent. “So, who won?"



“You did,” said Granger grinning at Harry as Hooch arrived with the pass.



“Go on, both of you,” she said. Draco placed a hand on Potter’s back to get him moving and lead Potter out of the gym, Potter clutching his arm and Weasley’s glaring eyes staring after them.



“That was a dirty trick you pulled,” said Draco as they walked down the hall.



“So was yours,” said Potter.



“What trick? I wasn’t playing one.”



Potter grinned. “Sure you weren’t. Moving around your arse like that.”



I was trying to keep the ball from you.”



Potter smiled and he looked up at Draco. “If I didn’t know any better. I’d say you were flirting with me.”



Draco scoffed. “Please.”



Potter laughed as they entered the Nurse’s office. Pomprey was sitting at her desk writing when both walked in. she looked up in surprise.



“Will wonders never cease,” she said. “This is certainly a first.”



“I sprained my wrist,” said Potter sitting on a chair. Pomprey took his arm and inspected his wrist. Potter winced when she poked it. “And my side hurts.”



“You didn’t say that,” said Draco accusingly at Potter.



“Like you care,” said Potter.



“You’re right,” she said. “It’s sprained. You won’t be able to use it for a couple of weeks.” She got up and went to the medicine cabinet. “What happened? I assume it had something to do with Mr. Malfoy here.”



“Basketball,” said Potter. Pomprey scoffed as she too out an ice pack and an Ace bandage roll.



“Horrid sport,” she said. She slammed the pack on the table, making the chemicals react to each other and mix together. “Not as bad as football, but just as bad. Really, it makes a person stick to tennis.”



Potter gasped when the cold pack was placed on his sprained arm and Pomprey bandaged it in place.



“I don’t play tennis,” he said.



“You don’t play basketball either and you still manage to get hurt. Lift your shirt. I need to see if you broken any ribs. Falls do that, you know.”



Potter sighed and lifted his shirt with one arm. Draco looked away to stop himself from drooling again.



“What’s wrong, Malfoy? We’re both guys.”



“It’s call privacy, Potter. Ever hear of it?”



“I have, I just don’t care for it.” He hissed when Pomprey poked the large bruise now forming at his side. “That hurts.”



“Obviously,” said Pomprey. “It’s not broken, thank God for that. Careful when you use that wrist for a while. You could tear a tendon.”



“You’re telling the most active boy in Hogwarts to sit still?” asked Draco humorously.



“You’re right,” said Pomprey. “I’m ordering the hot headed boy in Hogwarts to keep is arse in his seat and not do anything stupid.”



Potter sighed dramatically. “I guess I have no choice,” he said and stood up. “Later, Poppy.”



Draco was surprised at how familiar both Potter and the nurse were to each other, but when you get sent to the nurse’s office as much as Potter it would be routine.



“Seeya, Harry,” said Pomprey. Harry and Draco walked out of the office.



“Malfoy,” said Potter just outside of the office after the door was closed. “I just wanted to say thanks.”



“You’re the one who landed on me,” said Draco.



“I know. I just wanted to thank you for escorting me. You didn’t have to.”



“Well, I did land on your arm. Besides you are my bodyguard.”



Harry smiled up at him. “Yeah. I am.”



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Harry followed Sirius out of the hospital after the doctor put a splint on Harry’s wrist and gave the boy some painkillers. Dumbledore had called Sirius after the accident in the gym and Harry’s godfather rushed to the school to pick Harry up and rushed him to the hospital. Sirius sighed as they headed to the car.



“First a car wreck, then a sprained arm. You are trouble.”



“I am not,” said Harry in denial.



“I don’t know what to do with you sometimes, Harry. Everywhere you go you get hurt. I don’t know. Maybe if I permanently ground you’ll stay out of trouble.”



Harry looked at him in surprise. “Sirius, you had never grounded me, not since I came to live wit h you!”



“Harry, I was kidding. You were just doing your job.”



“Much as I hate it.”



Sirius paused at a red light and looked at him. “You still hate Malfoy? After all the time you’ve spent with him?”



“Sirius, I’ve hated Malfoy since I was eleven. He’s a bully and a git. He’ll do anything as long as it gets him what he wants.”



“Then why did he want to become a federal informant?”



“I don’t know,” said Harry with a shrug. “Why does a lion kill a deer?”



“And why does a doctor heal,” said Sirius. “Because he wants to? Has to? Learned to? Here are things that can’t be taught. Only felt.”



“Deep.”



“Truth,” said Sirius as he pulled into the drive way. Harry had just gotten out when Sirius’ phone rang. “Hey, Remus….Now? ... All right. I’m on my way.” He hung up and headed back to the car. “Gotta go.”



“A raid? Tonight?”



“Afraid so,” said Sirius getting back into the car and turning the key.



“I’m going too,” said Harry moving to the passenger side. The door lock clicked. “Sirius!”



“Not with that wrist, Harry.”



“But if Malfoy’s there….”



“Worried about Malfoy, are you?” asked Sirius with an intrigued smile. Harry glared at him and Sirius laughed. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”



And he drove out of the driveway and down the street. Harry glared after him.



“‘Not with that arm, Harry’. Makes him sound so nice, saying I shouldn’t go.” He thought for a moment before smiling. “But he didn’t say I couldn’t.”



And he walked into the garage.



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Draco hung up the phone as Lucius walked out of the house.



“Who were you talking to, Draco,” asked Lucius.



“Pansy,” said Draco putting the phone back in his pocket. “I had to cancel our date.”



“Pansy Parkinson, eh? A fine girl. Good breeding.”



“Yes, Father.”



The black car drove up and the chauffeur got out opening the back door for the two Malfoy me. Lucius sat first and Draco next to him. The chauffeur closed the door, got back in the driver’s seat and started the car.



“The wharf,” said Lucius. “Warehouse 13.”



“Yes, Mr. Malfoy,” said the chauffeur and drove onto the street. Lucius read the newspaper along the way and Draco started out the window.



After Draco escorted Potter to the office to wait for his godfather Draco went back to class and went about the rest of his day with a warm feeling. Ever since Potter smiled at him Draco could not get the image out of his mind. For some reason the look on Potters face gave Draco a funny feeling in his stomach. And when Potter thanked him his hear beat went faster. The only time he felt like this was when he and Blaise were together without Lucius or Narcissa around.



“Draco,” snapped Lucius setting his newspaper down. “We’re here.”



“Yes, Father,” said Draco and made to look at his watch, press the button on top and got out. What does Riddle want us to do here?’



“Mr. Riddle has said that production here slowed in this workhouse by ten percent,” said Lucius. “He sent us to find out what is wrong.”



“Of course, Father.”



Lucius and Draco walked into the warehouse. At first glance all a person could se would be a room full of large wooden boxes but Lucius lead Draco to a large wooden crate, opened the frame and walked in. After descending a set of stairs they entered on of the many drug factories of Thomas Marvolo Riddle.



“Oh, Mr. Malfoy,” said Darlohov (?), the man in charge. “It is a surprise to see you. To what do I owe the pleasure?’



“Production is down by ten percent,” said Lucius. “Did you know this?”



Dalohov looked at Lucius in confusion. “No, I have not,” he said. “I keep accurate records. Down to the last detail.”



“God, I hope not,” said Draco under his breath. Lucius tapped Draco sharply on his arm.



“Don’t be rude, Draco,” said Lucius and turned back to Dalohov. “I would like to see the record, Dalohov. And the backups. If I don’t like hat I see, then I will bring in an investigative team.”



“Oh, you will, Mr. Malfoy. You will.”



And Dalohov led them to the office set in the back of the basement. Closing the door behind the two Malfoys Dalohov went to the laptop and brought up the records.



“There you are, Mr. Malfoy,” sad Dalohov. Lucius nodded and sat at the desk to look over the files. Dalohov turned to Draco. “Would you like anything, Mr. Draco?”



‘I would like to get out of here.’ “A beer,” he said crossing his arms. Lucius looked up at him in surprise.



“Since when have you been drinking that swill?” asked Lucius.



“Blaise got me into it,” said Draco quickly. He didn’t want his father to know he had been hanging out with Potter lately instead of Blaise and Pansy.



“I’ll have to have a talk with Mr. Zabini,” said Lucius after Dalohov handed Draco a beer. Draco sighed as he sipped. Anything to get his nervousness down.



“Here,” said Lucius after half an hour of looking. “There a file missing on the fifteenth to the twenty-sixth of last month. Can you explain that?”



“That’s impossible,” said Dalohov. “I know I recorded for those days. I’m sure of it.”



“Then why is our merchandise missing?”



“I don’t….”



Lucius stood up sharply. “Dalohov, why are you stealing Mr. Riddle’s drugs?”



Dalohov opened his mouth to speak when shouts came from the other side of the door. Dalohov went to the door and Draco could hear him ordering what was happening.



“A raid,” yelled Dalohov running back to the office.



“Where’s the virus program,” asked Lucius going into action.



“Right here.” Dalohov grabbed a disk and placed it into the laptop. Destroying the laptop would do not much good if the feds reconstructed it and still got the information. After Lucius clicked the download button the computer went blank and shut down.



“Where’s the escape route,” asked Lucius.



“Over here.” Dalohov pushed aside a cabinet and revealed a tunnel. Lucius and Dalohov managed to get through but Draco’s jacket caught on the cabinet.



“Damn,” he said under his breathe. The button stuck to the cabinet ripped off and he ran through the tunnel. Lucius and Dalohov had already gone ahead and Draco couldn’t see them. It was dark and he was making his way mostly by touch then sight. When he emerged from the tunnel he was half a mile form the warehouse, and his father and Dalohov was out of sight. Draco scoffed.



“Family loyalty is everything. In a pig’s eye. Now how am I going to get home?”



“Malfoy?”



Draco turned to see Potter and Tonks with Romulus running toward the. Potter had his sprained arm in a wrist cast and Tonks was wearing a bullet proof vest and a gun in hand.



“Potter, what are you doing here? How did you find me?”



“How I got here wasn’t easy. As for finding you, I have Tonks to thank for that,” said Potter panting to catching his breath, but not breathless. Draco knew Potter was in very good shape.



“Tonks,” said Draco looking at the K-9 handler. Tonks took Draco’s arm and tapped his watch.



“It’s not just so we can get to rescue you,” she said. “It’s also has a GPS chip in it so we can locate you if we have to.”



“Something I would have liked to be told,” said Draco looking at Potter. Potter just smirked.



“I though to you liked surprises, Malfoy,” he said.



“Very funny, Potter.”



“Let’s go,” said Tonks. “I will drop you off near your house.”



“All right,” said Draco going to follow her.



“Malfoy, you’re missing a button,” said Potter tugging at the ripped jacket.



“I go caught on a cabinet trying to head out. I didn’t want to explain to your guardian why I was there.”



“Are you all right,” asked Potter, a worried tone in his voice. Draco smirked.



“Is Harry Potter worried about me?”



Potter’s eyes flashed and he scowled at Draco. “Fuck off, Malfoy!” he yelled and stormed off to the direction they came.



“He was worried about you, Draco,” said Tonks, almost angrily. “He disobeyed Sirius to came here and find you.”



“I didn’t ask to be saved,” said Draco looking at his cousin.



“And Harry doesn’t need to be a hero. It’s just who he is.”



“I’ll believe that when I see it.”



TBC