Title: Unspoken
Author: Keikokin
Summary: Once Draco had a chance to stop Harry from leaving his
world and his life. Can he find Harry and say what needs to be said?
Or will he not risk the pain?
Fandom: HP/QAF xover, H/D, B/J
Disclaimer: Neither Queer as Folk or Harry Potter are mine. No
malice is intended toward any of the characters. No profit is being
made by this fan fiction.
Notes: Season 2 after Pride Parade (Episode 4) before meeting Ethan
(Episode 16)
Shout out! Thank you Suz for helping me out! 10 points to your house
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Reasons to feel not good enough was making it hard to deal at the
end of the day. Draco admitted to himself he needed a distraction.
But memories seemed to seep from his very veins of Harry. Being with
Harry had been like being in the arms of an angel.

With Harry he could soar and now he was alone and the endlessness of
it all was scaring him. He looked around the cold hotel room and
closed his eyes once more dreaming of finding his emerald angel in
his arms once more.

Draco was tired. Every where he turned the press and Harry's friends
kept twisting the truth and building the lies around Harry's
disappearance. But it made no difference. Harry had escaped one more
time, this time from his life.

It was madness. He was a Malfoy!! Yet the sadness that was ripping
him apart brought him to his knees time after time. He paced the
stark, cold room and wished again for Harry. It made him want to
scream the endless desire for what he couldn't find.

Harry.

In each town he traveled to, he hoped to finally find some small
comfort, some shred of news to help him go on. Yet, there was no
word. No one knew. Countless galleons had been spent on private
detectives to try to find the elusive hero to no avail.

Not that it was his fault.

The wizarding world had declared the hero a hero for only a second.
Who was it in Hogwarts that kept saying "Fame was fleeting?" Draco
shook his head and combed his weary fingers through his one perfect
hair. That was no longer the case. Draco couldn't be bothered. What
if when he awoke there was finally word on Harry? Sleep was a
luxury, much less grooming.

With each new town he visited he felt as though Harry was further
away then before. After almost six months, Draco was twisting in his
own darkness of his mind. What had happened to him? Was he alright?

Bile hit his throat as he once more recalled their last time
together, and the fateful words that brought him to this day.

*flashback*

"I told you Malfoy. I have nothing left to stay here for. Nothing
you can say can change my mind."

"But I –"

"Yes?"

"I…don't want you to go."

"Why?" Harry pressed and Draco found he couldn't speak and simply
shrugged. He'd hoped that his emotions would show in his eyes. But
when he looked up Harry was gone in a huff.

*end flashback*

Pointing his wand at his trunk it began to pack itself again. Draco
sighed in despair. A weaker man would have been reduced to tears.
But Draco Malfoy was determined. He'd left everything behind to
chase down the man he'd been in love with for most of his life
whether he realized it or not.

With a feigned, sarcastic smile he recalled the shock to his system
when he fully realized all the years of teasing, bullying and
tormenting had been hiding a simmering emotion that by seventh year
he was able to realize was love. Deciding a decent shower would help
his mood, Draco allowed himself the luxury of a very long shower and
pampering.

A rumble of his stomach reminded him when he was done that he hadn't
really eaten properly for days. Once he was satisfied that his trunk
was packed, he grabbed his overcoat and slipped outside. He wandered
up and down a few streets until he found a diner, he fancied Harry
would like. It seemed homey.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled the door handle and heard the tinkle
of the bells as he entered. "Hey cupcake, pull up a stool."

Draco blinked and wondered what he'd walked into after all. The
woman calling him, a Malfoy, cupcake of all things, had the reddest
hair he'd ever seen. She was positively festooned with buttons that
seemed to portray her as the biggest supporter of homosexuality that
ever existed. Only in America, he thought.

Reluctantly, he strolled over to the stools and took out a silk
handkerchief to wipe off the seat. When he sat down and looked up
the woman was glaring at him with her beefy hands on her hips. "My
place not good enough for you? Don't I keep it clean enough for you
your Majesty?" She snapped clearly angry.

Draco wondered how he could possibly diffuse the situation when a
young, sweet smiling brunet laughed at her. "Oh mom, calm down.
Can't you see the guy's hungry? Not everyone is from this side of
the tracks you know."

His laughter and easy smile put Draco at ease even as it made his
heart ache even more for his own special brunet. "Aww, look honey."
The woman spoke around a wad of gum that snapped loudly with every
other word. "Sorry. I, ah, hell. What do you want to eat Upside?"

"Upside mom?" the young man next to her asked with a grin, while
shaking his head and handing Draco a menu.

"I'm just calling them as I see them," she shrugged and wandered off
to a new batch of customers that had come in en masse.

"Don't mind my mother. She can be a bit, um, overwhelming at times.
But she's perfectly harmless. I know you're not from around here, so
let me tell you to order the burger its one of the safest things
going. Oh and by the way, I'm Michael." Draco smiled at the easy to
recognize people manner the man had.

"Draco," he held out his hand and the brunet's mouth fell open.

"HEY EVERYBODY IT'S DRACO!" Michael suddenly cheered and the group
of people who'd just entered and had sat down in one booth all
turned toward him.

Hope swallowed Draco whole. "Please tell me you've seen Harry," he
asked shakily.

However, no one heard his question over the din the news he was
Draco suddenly wrought. The group at the booth had all jumped to
their feet. Michael's mother was squeezing him in a bear hug that
had Draco's oxygen smothered in an envelope of motherly bosom.

The bell tinkled over the door once more and calls of "Blackie!
Draco's here!"

A tall good looking brunet who was wrapped around a much younger
blond declared. "Thank god maybe you'll stop mooning over him now!"

"BRIAN!" yelled the blond and elbowed him hard.

"Oh please," said an outlandishly dressed tall man. "It's not as if
everyone here doesn't know how Blackie feels about him!"

Draco frowned and turned toward the door and found himself gasping
for air. The very oxygen had been ripped from his throat when his
heart hit his throat. "Harry?"

"Who the hell is Harry?" Michael's mother's boisterous voice carried
over the background noise in the diner.

Fear and hope crossed Harry's face, each warring for dominance at
last settling on something different, self-defense. "What are you
doing here?"

The diner had gone quiet to listen to the conversation. Draco looked
around and feeling oddly self-conscious fought his fear to say what
he needed. "I regret our last conversation."

"Well, that's a good start," Brian chuckled. "Better keep going
blondie."

"Uptown," his blond boyfriend corrected.

"He's going to be in the doghouse if he doesn't say the right
thing." Michael said.

"Isn't Pittsburgh enough?" someone in the back of the diner laughed.

"Is that where we are Pittsburgh?" Draco asked wearily and for the
first time Harry noticed how tired the blond looked.

Harry took a step toward Draco. "Have you been looking for me?"

A snappy retort jumped to Draco's lips but he could all too vividly
recall the horrific desolation of the last six months. Now was not
the time to tow the Malfoy party line. Unable to speak he nodded.

It was enough. Harry took another step forward and if it was
possible the noise level had dropped even more in the popular
diner. "Why are you still looking for me after all these months
Draco?"

Draco looked deeply into the emerald eyes he dreamed so much about.
He was afraid to trust. He was afraid to put his emotions on the
line. The look from Harry was so open though and so trusting Draco
felt his fear melt away. "I…I never wanted you to leave."

Harry smiled sadly. "I remember. But I can't keep pretending that
there was more of a reason than that."

"Sometimes you need to take a step back to see what you need in
life. You need to lose what means the very most to you. I've been
off balance ever since you left. You and I connected and I can't
live without you – here." Draco pointed to his heart and hoped that
Harry could put together the rest.

Instead Michael chuckled. "I think he wants to hear the whole thing
Draco. Don't you think he's waited long enough? Right, Blackie?"

"Blackie?" Draco grabbed at the name for a respite to gather his non-
existent courage.

"Everyone here gets a nickname. His hair is jet black, so Blackie
fit." Michael shrugged. "By the way this is Emmet and Justin and I
think you got that this is Brian." He gestured to his friends from
the booth one by one.

A few people drifted out of the diner calling out "See you at
Babylon."

Brian nodded at the others then kissed Justin in front of the
others. "Come on sunshine, these two need to find a room and fuck."
Justin laughed and so did some of the others although Draco was
shocked by the plain talking man.

"Don't mind him," Michael shrugged. "That's just Brian." Looking
around awkwardly he seemed to making head gestures at the others to
head out. Even his mother started to shoo everyone out until it was
just Harry and Draco.

The bell chimed as the last of the patrons left and the closed sign
was flipped over. Michaels mother patted Harry on the back and
disappeared into the kitchen. Draco coughed around his suddenly dry-
as-a-desert throat while Harry looked at him expectantly.

"Do you want to dance?" Harry asked out of the blue.

"Dance?" Draco asked in confusion. "Don't you want to talk?"

"Not particularly. Babylon is the local dance club that's for men
only." Harry winked boldly at Draco. "Unless you're afraid?"

"Hardly. But, Harry I …I…oh bloody hell. Why is this so hard!?"
Draco suddenly yelled. He spun around and threw his arms up in the
air. "I've been trying to find you for months and when I finally do
I can't even tell you that I love you and I've been losing my mind
without you. One dingy hotel room after another on this god forsaken
continent and –"

"Draco, look at me," Harry softly touched Draco's shoulder and
turned him around. A smile graced his face. "I'm so glad that you
finally told me. My heart has been in the gutter since I left home –
well, you."

"All I really know is I don't want to live where you aren't." Draco
tentatively put a hand out to hold Harry's hip. "What do you want?"
Fear gripped Draco asked he asked, but he had to know - even if he
was terrified to hear the answer.

"Do you mean that?"

"Do you always answer a question with a question?" Draco snapped
unable to stop himself.

Harry snickered. "That's more like the Malfoy I know."

"I'd rather you call me Draco."

"Draco."

"I did."

"Did what?"

"Meant it?"

A smile split Harry's face. "Really?" He put a hand on Draco's
shoulder and pulled him into his arms. "Prove it."

This Draco could do. He'd dreamed of it for six months straight.
Pulling Harry flush against his own heated body, Draco tilted his
head and kissed Harry.

Outside the diner, a group cheered quietly for the pair, glad to see
they were finally together. After all half a year was a long time to
listen to Blackie angst over his one true love. They high-fived each
other and headed happily to the Babylon, some with hopes of finding
their happily ever after, too.

Six months of anguish was soothed by one kiss forged in rivalry,
matured into love and on the threshold of a dream, all in the heart
of a town called Pittsburgh. Not that either of them cared where
they were or what new friends Harry had or where they would go from
here. They both knew from this point on it would always be together.