Unanswered Prayers

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Just the other night
At a hometown football game
My wife and I ran into
My old school flame
And as I introduced them
The past came back to me
And I couldn’t help but think of
The way things used to be

Harry wrapped his arms around Ginny as they sat together, bundled under a
robe, watching Manchester United slaughter Newcastle United. He smiled and
opened his mouth to the offered snack and immediately started choking on it
as his eyes gazed two rows in front of them. –That hair…only three people in
the world have hair the colour of spun silver- He thought as Ginny slapped
him on the back, causing him to cough up the skittle.

"Harry, are you alright?" She asked, worried, rubbing his back in a soothing
manner

Harry nodded, still stairing at the back of a familiar but forgotten head.

*Flashback*

"Har-ry, I don’t wa-ant to go to the bloody game!" Draco whined, watching
his lover dress, selecting his clothes oh so carefully. Vanity was obviously
not just a Slytherin trait.

"Tough." Harry said, not turning to look at Draco as he watched him through
the mirror. "Your going, you promised ages ago you would come and I’m
holding you to it."

"But, the Cannons never win and we just sit there looking like idiots while
the other team’s fans have a party around us."

"Do you EVER want to have sex again?" Harry asked, cocking an eyebrow in his
direction.

"If I say no can I not go?"

"Nope."

"Then yes I want to have sex again."

"Good." Harry said, finally pulling on orange tinted robes. "Come on, maybe
it’ll be a blue moon and we’ll get the have the party."

Draco snorted as he took Harry’s hand, pulling him close for an oh so soft
kiss before they apparated to the field.

She was the one
That I had wanted for all times
And each night I’d spend praying
That God would make her mine
And if he’d only grant me
This wish I wished back then
I’d never ask for anything again.

Harry sat next to Draco as the game roared on above them, his leg doing a
nervous jig that caused the older boy to glance at him every so often. He
gave Draco a weak smile before forcing his leg to stay still with a leg
locker curse, watching, un-seeing as the Wasps scored another goal. He bit
his lip, worring it between his teeth slowly, methodically, watching Draco
out of the corner of his eye as the former Slytherin cursed the Wasp beaters
for knocking one of their chasers out of flight.

Harry turned his gaze up towards the scoreboard as a time out was called,
watching the advertisements that scrolled across the screen, waiting, biting
his lip harder as the ad for Longbottom Brand Herbal Elixirs changed to an
add for Lord Walton’s latest tell all book. He watched the ads with in
increase in nervous action, waiting for the moment, the time…that was not to
come. The game resumed and Harry let out a sigh of relief that left Draco
frowning at him for most of the quarter until another time out was called
and Harry went back to worrying.

Sometimes I thank God
For unanswered prayers
Remember when you’re talking
To the man upstairs
That just because he doesn’t answer
Doesn’t mean he don’t care
Some of God’s greatest gifts
Are unanswered prayers

The moment came and Harry stared at the personal announcement space, with
his eyes closed. He wouldn’t look, wouldn’t look… His eyes opened and he saw
Draco stairing blankly at the board, trying to process the words on it. The
stadium fell silent as fans took notice of the words, of the meaning. Gazes
slowly turned, omni-oculars flashed in their direction as hundreds of
Quiddich fans focused on the Boy-Who-Lived and his lover.

Draco turned slowly, as if afraid, to look at Harry, his face blank,
expressionless, devoid of anything but the raging fear in his eyes. Fear
that was soon replaced by shock and horror. He stared at Harry for a moment
that seemed, in Harry’s mind to stretch out into eternity. Draco stared at
Harry, Harry stared back and the entire stadium stared at the two of them,
all waiting, all holding their breaths for the moment to break.

Draco stood suddenly and spun on his heel, striding away from it all, away
from the crowds, the gawkers, away from Harry. He pushed his way past
onlookers and strode down the stairs of the stadium, soon breaking out into
a run, trying to escape the tears flowing down his face.

Harry lowered his head, his own tears falling hotly against the hands
pressed against his eyes and he cried. The onlookers turned their gaze away,
omni-oculars turning back towards the players in their huddles, and no one
saw the ad that followed Harry’s proclamation of everlasting love.

He wasn’t quite the angel
That I remembered in my dreams
And I could tell that time had changed me
In his eyes too it seemed
We tried to talk about the old days
There wasn’t much we could recall

*End Flashback*

Harry was jolted from the memories as the blonde, two rows down turned and
looked at him, silver gray eyes locking onto Emerald green. Harry watched as
they widened in shock and recognition before they flickered over to Ginny
and then back. Draco moved closer to the man next to him, indicating whom he
was with and harry had to smile, glad that Draco was happy.

A pause came in the game and Harry joined the crowds making their ways to
the restrooms and to get other fun items to help enjoy the game. He ran into
someone and held up his hand, about to mumble an apology when the person
clasped his hand, drawing him closer then was normally acceptable. Harry
looked up and stared at Draco for a moment before hugging him tightly,
breathing in deeply the sent of the man he had loved and been loved by.

Draco held him close, allowing all that was Harry to wash over him for a
brief, heart breaking moment before pulling away, stairing down at him. He
tried to smile and found it hard to do so when the rest of your body wanted
to run away.

Harry smiled up at Draco, adjusting his sweater that had gotten a bit
misplaced during the embrace, struggling to come up with the words to greet
him, not knowing exactly what to say. The moment was broken, or saved
depending how you look at it, by the appearance of a man bearing two soda
cups. The stranger looked between the two of them, before moving closer to
Draco, indicating who he was with and who now had a claim to the man.

Draco accepted one of the soda cups and pecked the stranger on the cheek
before turning to Harry, giving him a brilliant and utterly fake smile.
"Harry, Alex, Alex, Harry."

Harry nodded, shaking the man’s free hand, wincing as Alex squeezed it
tightly. "Nice to, uh, meet you." He said and dropped the handshake quickly.
He bit his lip for a moment before realizing what he was doing and forcing
himself to stop. "Uh, I guess I should…Ginny would be looking for me."

Draco nodded silently, stairing at Harry as he sipped his soda. He took a
deep breath before wrapping an arm around Alex’s waist. "It was good to see
you Harry."

Harry nodded, hands shoved deep into his pockets, not listening to Alex
whisper something into Draco’s ear that made the pale man blush the colour
of a Weasley’s hair as they walked away. He lowered his head trying to the
memories and pain out of his head.

And as he walked away
I looked at my wife
And then and there I thanked the Good Lord
For the gifts in my life.

Harry jumped as someone wrapped an arm around his waist and he looked up to
find Ginny standing there, looking at him in a concerned fashion.

"Who was that?" She asked, watching the pair get lost in the crowds.

"No one important." Harry said, wrapping his arm around her waist and
pulling her close, leading her back to their seats.

"Okay." She said as she laid her head on his shoulder. "Though it looked
like Malfoy."

Harry just smiled.

Some of God’s greatest gifts
Are all too often unanswered
Some of God’s greatest gifts
Are unanswered prayers