Author's Note: Twelve years after I started writing The Catch, I decided to delve into writing slashy Harry Potter fan fiction once more. My first project is a chaptered fic called "Draco Undone."

Draco Undone is a companion piece to The Catch; it's not a sequel as some events in the story happen at the same time as events in The Catch. You'll see brief flashes of Ron and Snape but Draco Undone is ultimately Harry and Draco's story. It's the story of how they got together and started a very unlikely relationship. If you think that it was inspired my Harry and Draco's brief restaurant scene (so much jealousy!) in The Catch then you guessed right. It also has a brief side story involving Sirius Black.

The Catch was written just after The Goblet of Fire and before The Order of the Phoenix was published, which is why I had to make a lot of assumptions about future events and the fates of each character. I may add some characters and elements from the later books throughout Draco Undone but I will mainly stick to the formula from The Catch. In this setting, Dumbledore and Sirius are both alive and boring little Ginny has no hope of ever snagging our lovely Harry Potter. As a preview, I included an excerpt from Draco Undone's prologue below. I hope you'll read it and like it as much as The Catch.

Thank you,

Passo

Story Summary: Harry x Draco/Romance/Slash/R. A year after Voldemort's defeat, life is starting to calm down in Hogwarts. Until cool, calm and collected Draco Malfoy gets seriously injured. Who else but the disturbingly attractive Harry Potter gets assigned to help him for the next seven days... in every way possible. Fluff, kissing, & denials ensue. Inspired by the poems of Pablo Neruda.

An Excerpt from the Prologue of Draco Undone:

On his way to Double Potions from the common room, Draco checked his pocket and cursed. He forgot his wand in the Slytherin Dungeons. He shook his head, this was so unlike him. He promptly turned around and he-

-was blasted off the floor! He flew and crashed into the wall, hard, as smoke covered the hall and debris rained everywhere.

He felt intense pain from his arm as he landed on the floor. There was a strong unpleasant smell in the air. He saw a large, extremely dirty hole in the wall; and behind it, a pale-faced Professor McGonagall and a group of shocked third years. A boy who strongly reminded him of a younger Neville Longbottom was standing by the hole looking like he was about to burst into tears.

"I said lounge divan, Allen. Not a large dungbomb," McGonagall cried.

She rushed to Draco's side and looked him over. "You look fine, Draco, except for that arm." She turned towards her right and called out, "Harry, please take Draco to Madam Pomfrey. His arm doesn't look too good."

In a haze of pain, Draco barely registered Harry's face who was looking at him with a mix of surprise and annoyance. He looked down and instantly regretted it because what he saw made him promptly pass out.

Draco opened his eyes and sat up. He had a massive headache, a loud purple cast and a sling supported his right arm, and, to his surprise, he found Harry sitting across him looking very inconvenienced.

Too tired to think of something nasty to say, Draco asked, "How long was I out?"

"Not long," Harry replied. "Madam Pomfrey was busy with a group of second years that had undiluted bubotuber pus all over them so she asked me to watch you."

"Did you like what you see?" Draco snidely commented.

"In your dreams, Malfoy," Harry responded. Too calmly, Draco thought. "I wouldn't be here if Madam Pomfrey didn't ask me to. Well, now that you're awake then I suppose I can leave."

"Wait, Harry," Madam Pomfrey interrupted. Harry sat back down. Like a good, obedient Gryffindor, Draco thought with disgust.

She gave Draco a small, steaming glass and ordered him to drink it. "It will get rid of that headache soon. As for your arm, your bone was completely shattered and some of it poked out of your skin. If it was a clean break you'd be out of here in a minute but since it's much worse than that, you'd have to keep it in a cast for a week."

"A week!" Draco exclaimed, aghast. "But I have classes. How can I work with this… this thing on me?"

"You'll have help," Professor Snape said from the doorway. He gave Harry a withering look before turning back to Draco. "I was concerned when you missed Potions. Potter will help you until you're better. Won't you, Potter?"

Harry gritted his teeth and forced himself to be civil, "Yes, Professor Snape."

As his headache faded, Draco smiled. Suddenly, the injury didn't matter anymore. Thanks to Professor Snape, Harry Potter aka Superstar Extraordinaire was going to be his bitch.