Harry/Draco
Harry had never felt as lonely as he did sitting on the stage with just his guitar in his hands.
The people who cheered for him, who bought his tickets, they didn’t give a damn about Harry. They all thought they knew him and they didnt.
Harry’s thoughts were always wandering toward the next place - the next stage - the next big thing.
When Harry was on the road, his bandmates chattering on, Harry was stuck in the future.
Everyone wanted a star in the present and nobody considered what Harry would do with the next chapter of his life.
Living on the road had been a dream of Harry and Ron’s since they first started the band. Ron was still giddy over it; he loved playing and having Hermione stay with them while they toured city after city.
And Harry could never seem to shake the cold that plagued him when everyone else was so happy and he was so alone.
There he was, on another stage, playing the star the world wanted, and he saw him.
Harry saw sharp grey eyes in the crowd, locked directly on Harry’s. It felt like they were a million miles away and somehow right up against each other as well.
The music increased in tempo and Harry’s lowered his voice a notch, singing directly to those grey eyes.
By the time they finished their set and Harry was outside having a smoke, the other man joined him.
“Draco,” he breathed, offering Harry a hand. “You’re a star.”
“That’s what they all think,” Harry said wryly. He grabbed Draco’s hand and pulled him in close, enjoying the shocked sound and the widening of his eyes.
“You wanna get out of here?” Harry murmured.
“Yes.”
Afterward, Harry left a note for Draco in the hotel room he left him in.
“The road was calling and the people needed a star. If you’re interested in being more than a blip of a chapter, call me.”
And then Harry was gone, back on the road, back to the stage.
Draco never called him and Harry pretended it never mattered in the first place.