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Harry Potter and the Goblin King	By : GeminiFaerie Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29138 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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Narcissa led them down the hallway and into an informal sitting room where she called upon a goblin to bring them light refreshments.

"What do you intend to do with father?" Draco inquired as he sat in the loveseat, pulling Harry down with him.

"I intend to trade him for someone else," Narcissa replied, "With Harry's permission of course." She nodded to the brunette who looked startled.

"Me?" he asked, "Why do you need my permission?"

"Because you are the heir," Luna replied in a sing-song voice, "the whifflehammers won't give anyone else access, so you hold the key." Harry and Draco gave her a blank stare, but Narcissa nodded her agreement, smiling softly.

"She's right," Narcissa said, "You are the heir of the House of Black, and no one else-not even myself or Draco with the Black blood running through our veins-has access to the vaults. Harry dear, there is a ritual I may use to exchange a person here for someone who has fallen through the veil; it merely requires a connection between the persons to be exchanged, and a certain artifact that lies in the Black family vault. Of course, you won't have access to the vault until you come of age, but that would be the safest way to get Sirius back with us. So, Harry; do you agree?"

"Yes, of course," Harry replied eagerly, "I will do whatever it takes to get Sirius back, but…"he paused uncertainly, looking back and forth between Draco and Narcissa, "are you sure you want to do this? Lucius is your husband, and Draco's father; why would you trade his life for Sirius'?"

"Because Father is an oath breaker," Draco replied, "and his life is forfeit, one way or another; at least this way something good will come of it."

"Exactly," Narcissa agreed, "Also, by sending Lucius through the veil he will not be completely lost to us; when the time comes and the Dark Lord has been defeated, the strength of our bonds-my marriage to Lucius and the shared blood between Draco and his father-will be enough that we may bring him back in the future. So you see, Harry, by helping you get your godfather back we are not truly losing Lucius; this may, in fact, save him as it will remove him from the Dark Lord's reach."

"Well, in that case this sounds like a great plan," Harry enthused, before frowning, "I just wish it didn't have to wait a whole year; I just turned sixteen today!"

"It won't take that long," Luna said, "you'll have to hurry and get ready to make your appointment at Gringotts, so we'd best get changed as soon as Hedwig brings the letter."

"What let-" Harry left off what he was saying as there was a tap at the window; he moved to get up, but Draco placed a hand on his shoulder and stood instead, moving over to the window and opening it to allow the snowy white owl entrance. "Hedwig!" Harry cried, greeting his owl happily; he took the letter from her and gave her a bit of toast from his plate. Hedwig accepted the treat and nipped his fingers affectionately before flying twice around the room and then resting atop a bookshelf.

"Shall I have her taken to the owlry?" Narcissa suggested and Harry nodded, thanking her as he opened the letter; the seal was unfamiliar to him, but once he unfolded the piece of parchment he saw that it was a letter from Gringotts.

"To Mr. Harry James Potter,

In accordance with your parents wishes you shall receive your full inheritance upon your sixteenth birthday; per there behest you will be recognized as an adult, and be given full access to the vaults of Peverell, Potter, and Black. In addition to this you will hear the full reading of the wills as dictated by Lily Potter neé Evans and James Potter, and that of Sirius Black, and be given information on your financial holdings. You have an appointment with Nagnok at precisely ten a.m. the morning of July thirty-first. Please hold onto this letter as it will become a portkey when the hour approaches.

May your family prosper and your gold continue to multiply,

Thurakov, Head Goblin, Gringotts Bank, London."

"Well, it seems Luna was right again," Draco drawled, "Do you want me to accompany you to the bank?"

"Yes," Harry nodded, then turned to Narcissa, "I'd like you to come as well, if you can; that way you can make sure we get the artifact from the Black family vault. And, of course, you can come too Luna. Hmm; after Gringotts would we be able to get my belongings from the Dursley's?"

"Of course I'll go with you," Narcissa agreed, "and we should have plenty of time to gather your belongings before we return here; now, everyone hurry and change into some appropriate clothing-I'll help you, Luna dear-and be back down here in fifteen minutes so we don't miss the portkey. Dragon, that means you don't have time for a shower; simply change into some wizarding robes and come straight back down." She didn't wait for an answer, but ushered Luna out of the room and hastened down the hallway.

"I suppose we had best hurry then," Draco said, raising an eyebrow as he towed Harry out of the room, "I have some robes you can borrow until you get your belongings."

"All I have are school robes," Harry shrugged, "I suppose I should get some more, as well as some decent clothing since I won't have to stay with my relatives any longer; I hate having to shop!"

"Don't worry," Draco smirked, "Mother and I will help you get some new clothes, but it will most likely have to wait for another day; I don't know about you, but I feel as if I've been up for a week straight! When we get back from London I believe I shall go straight to bed."

"That sounds like a good idea," Harry grinned as they reached Draco's bedroom, "If it weren't for the promise of being freed from the Dursley's-and Dumbledore!-I would go to bed right now!"

"Eager to get in my bed, huh?" Draco smirked, "I must say I like your attitude! Hey!" He ducked as Harry swatted at his head, "It's not my fault; you're the one who said you want to go to bed!" Harry glared at the blonde but then shook his head and watched as Draco dug through his wardrobe and tossed Harry a set of silk robes done in dark grey with pale green edging; he quickly donned them over his current outfit, while Draco pulled on a set of dark blue robes with silver edging. "Ready Lion?"

"Yeah, I'm ready," Harry said, walking back down the hallway with Draco, "I'm never going to get you to stop calling me that, am I?"

"Nope," Draco smirked, "So you had better get used to it. Come along; we only have a few more minutes before the portkey activates." He linked arms with Harry and the two hurried down the hall back to the sitting room, where they found Luna and Narcissa already waiting; Narcissa was trying to talk Luna out of wearing a necklace made of brightly colored mushrooms.

"But they bring good luck and offer protection," Luna protested, "We will need their power today."

"Luna dear, those mushrooms release poisonous fumes if they get hot," Narcissa said patiently, "It's a risk we cannot take; please leave them behind." Luna pouted but set the necklace on the table, "Excellent; now the portkey will be activating in about one minute, so everyone take hold of the letter." The small group gathered around the letter, each person holding onto a corner of the parchment. As he felt the familiar and uncomfortable pull of the portkey, Harry noticed Luna snatch up the mushroom necklace and slip it into a pocket of her robe; moments later the ground fell out from under his feet, and then he found himself stumbling in a small stone chamber.

"I hate portkeys; portkeys and floo!" he grumbled, allowing Draco to steady him, "Why haven't wizards developed a better way to travel?"

"We have," Draco drawled, amused, "It's called apparition. Here we're too young to get our license, but when we get back to Terre de Espérer Éternelle I can teach you how to apparate; in the realm everyone over the age of fifteen can apparate once they pass the test."

"Good morning Mr. Potter," the group turned to see a goblin standing at the entrance to the small room, "My name is Nagnok and, if you will follow me to my office, we can get started. Is it your wish that everyone in this room be present for the reading of the wills?"

"It is," Harry affirmed, grasping Draco's hand.

"Very well; Albus Dumbledore is waiting in the main room of the bank," Nagnok advised him, "He has requested that he be present for the reading as well."

"No," Harry shook his head, "I don't want him anywhere near me today."

"As you will, sir," Nagnok bowed slightly, "Please, follow me." He led the group down a well-lit stone passageway; they passed numerous offices, most of which were dark and had the door closed, before they reached Nagnok's office. "Please; sit," he gestured at the chairs in front of the desk as he took his own behind it, "We will start with the wills of James Potter and Lily Potter neé Evans." He picked up a small silver box and removed the lid to lift out a small object which he placed on top of the desk in front of Harry. The object was spherical and looked to be covered with silver feathers. "Please pick up the memory sphere and state your full name." Harry picked up the object as instructed and said his name.

"Harry James Potter." He watched as the wings unfurled, revealing a translucent snitch with a white lily inside it, and the ghostly forms of his parents appeared and began to speak.

"I, James Potter, and my wife, Lily Potter, both being of sound mind and sound body, do hereby relate our last will and testament to the goblin Thurakov. If something should happen to us, it is our wish that our son, Harry James Potter, be given into the guardianship of his godfather, Sirius Black; Padfoot, you are the best friend I could ever ask for, and I know that you will anything necessary to protect Harry. If for any reason Sirius is unable to take Harry-"

"You mean if he upsets the wrong person with one of his pranks and has to go into hiding," Lily said drily, but there was a smile on her face, "If Sirius is unable to take Harry, then our second choice for guardian of Harry are Frank and Alice Longbottom; they have been true friends to us, and Harry and Neville always have so much fun when we're all able to get together." Lily had a soft smile on her face for a moment before her expression hardened. "Under no circumstances is Harry to be placed with my sister Petunia and her husband, Vernon Dursley; they abhor everything to do with magic, and I don't trust them to treat Harry right."

"That's right," James nodded his agreement, "If for some reason the Longbottoms and Sirius are both unable to assume guardianship of Harry, we leave him in the care of Albus Dumbledore; Albus has done his best to look after us and I know that he will do what's best for Harry. Whoever assumes Harry's guardianship will have access to the Potter vaults so that they may use the funds as necessary to take care of our son. Now, onto the…what did you call it Dear? The distribution of our worldly goods to those deserving enough to receive them?"

"No Love," Lily laughed, "You made up that phrase to make yourself sound smarter, but please; continue."

"Spoil sport," James pouted, "Alright then, starting with Sirius once again; to my best friend, the ultimate Marauder, I leave the Potter Villa in the South of France because he always enjoyed the beach so much; the silver trunk that's in the Potter vault also goes to Sirius-to be shared with Remy-as it holds all of our Marauder Momentos, as well as some as-yet-untried plans. I also leave Remy-that is, Remus Lupin-twenty-thousand galleons and the cottage in Germany-it's secluded enough that you won't have to worry about your furry-little problem; no arguments now Moony-you deserve this and more! And to Peter Pettigrew I leave ten thousand galleons and the rights to Maurader's Enterprises and access to the vault I have set up to get the business off the ground, all of which is to be held in trust until Harry is of age. Padfoot; you don't get any money, however, as Harry's godfather, you have full access to the Potter vaults-don't be afraid to use what you need. Lily?"

"I only have one person to mention in this will," Lily smiled, "and that is Severus Snape; Severus, you were the first person to tell me I was a witch, and you introduced me to the wizarding world; even now it still hurts that our paths are so far apart. For you, Severus, I leave an iron-bound box, currently being kept safe in the Potter vault; I found out some information during our seventh year, but Albus made me swear a wizard's oath that I would not tell you this secret so long as I lived-the box can only be opened by you. Oh! I leave my jewelry box and all of my books to Cissy Black; our families may have been torn apart by this war, but we swore an oath to be as sister's to one another, and I will always see you as my sister; until such time as it is safe for you to receive these items, I will leave them in the care of Augusta Longbottom." Lily looked at her husband, and he started speaking again.

"Aside from the afore-mentioned items, everything we own is to be given to our son, Harry James Potter," James said, "This, of course, includes our vaults, all of the Potter properties-the manor in Wiltshire, the villa in Greece, and the house in Godric's Hollow; they need some work done on them, but the villa should be livable. Also, Lily and I have discussed this, and if the two of us and Sirius die in this war, then we want Harry to be given his independence and be treated as an adult upon his sixteenth birthday; these are dangerous times and we feel that Harry will need this advantage; use it wisely, son."

"Always remember that we love you," Lily said, "and, if you have any problems, you can trust Sirius with your life; be safe, Love." As the images of his parents faded, Harry found himself wiping tears from his eyes and looked over at Narcissa.

"You used to be close to my Mum?" he asked.

"Yes," Narcissa smiled softly, a glint of tears in her eyes, "Lily and I were close once upon a time, until I was betrothed to Lucius and forced to choose sides in the first wizarding war; if it had been up to me, I would have remained neutral so that I could keep my friendship with your mother, but Lucius would not allow it. I'll be glad to tell you more about your mother sometime; maybe Augusta will be willing to give me those books...Now then; shall we hear Cousin Sirius' will?" She turned to the goblin who nodded his agreement and took out another memory globe; this one was a clear sphere with a full moon and a lightning bolt inside it.

"This is the memory globe of Sirius Black," Nagnok informed Harry, handing over the sphere, "and he has set it to be activated with a password which he said you would know, Mr. Potter."

"A password?" Harry frowned, "I have no idea; the only thing I can think of is-of course!" He shook his head at the memory globe, "Really Sirius? There are at least four people, besides you, me and Moony who know that password. Of course, they are all people I would trust with my life, so I guess it's not too bad…Ow! What was that for?" He glared at his fiancé, who had just hit him upside the head.

"Will you stop babbling and say the password already?" Draco scowled, "I don't know about you, but I'm tired; I've been up for over twenty-four hours already, and we have a lot to do before we can go home."

"You didn't have to hit me," Harry pouted, "Just for that, I'm not showing you the Marauder's Map!"

"You have "The Map"?" Narcissa demanded, "Sirius never would show me the map, but I overheard them talking about it numerous times; can I see it?"

"It's with my stuff at the Dursley's," Harry replied, "but I'll let you see it later; you've never been mean to me." He shot a glare at the scowling blonde, and Draco suddenly grinned at him, raising Harry's hand to his lips and kissing it, maintaining eye contact the whole time and bringing a slight flush to the brunette's face. "Stop that," Harry snapped, pulling his hand away and trying to hide his embarrassment, "Alright, here goes; I solemnly swear I am up to no good." They watched for a moment but nothing happened, and Harry slapped his hand to his forehead; "Ah! I should have known; it's the other password." He shot a look at Draco, "Just remember; Sirius made up this password, not me. Sneaky slimy Snivellus Snape is a giant greasy git of a bat with big black billowing robes and a long, pointy, nosey-nose." As Harry finished speaking the memory globe glowed for a moment and the image of Sirius Black appeared.

"I, Sirius Black, being of sound mind and sound body, do hereby relay my last will and testament to the goblin Nagnok," Sirius said, and then grinned, "Heya Pup! Now that I'm out of Azkaban I thought it would be a good idea to re-do my will; luckily the goblins don't care much about wizarding criminals, as long as we aren't trying to steal their gold!" He gave that familiar harsh bark of laughter that Harry had come to love over the past couple of years. "So, Harry; if you're watching this it means that I've died-and don't go blaming yourself Pup-I know how you are. First, to Moony-that is Remus Lupin-I give him all the money in my vaults, except for number 313; vault number 313 goes to the Heir of the House of Black, which would be you, Harry. And Lupin, don't argue about the money; we all know how unjust the wizarding world is to you; use the money when you need it and, if you're able to get the anti-werewolf legislation changed in the future, you can donate the rest. Also to Moony, I give the box of Maruader's memorabilia in the attic of Grimmauld Place, on condition that you let Harry look at it and you teach your future kids what it means to be a Marauder. Harry, Pup; leaving you after having such a short time together is the only thing that frightens me about dying. As the last male to carry the name Black, I hereby name you Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black; this means that Grimmauld Place is yours, as is the cottage in the Black Woods in Germany, the Villa in Italy, and the new property I purchased in the United States; it's a beach house in Florida-I really hope this turns out to be just paranoia on my part, because I can't wait to show you Miami! Also, I'm giving you my motorcycle; Hagrid still has it from what I've heard, and it should be in good condition so just be careful when learning how to operate it. As Heir to the House of Black you also have access to the Black vaults, however there is also a Scion to the House of Black; it has to be someone with Black blood in their veins, so that would be Draco Malfoy, and he will have access to the vaults as well on his seventeenth birthday. Well, I guess that's about it Pup; I just want you to know Harry, I am very proud of you, and you need to stop blaming yourself for everything-this war is not your fault, and you are not to blame for the people we have lost. One last thing; don't trust Dubmledore; he's not what he appears to be. Well, be safe Pup, and kick old Voldies ass!" Sirius' image faded out, and Harry was surprised when Draco reached over to wipe the tears off his face; he hadn't even realized he'd been crying.

"Don't worry Lion," Draco whispered, "We'll get him back soon." He gave Harry a soft kiss on the lips and Harry smiled thankfully at him.

"I'm okay," he said quietly, "It was just…a little painful to see him like that." He held onto Draco's hand and smiled warmly at Luna when she sat on the arm of his chair, leaning against him confortably, "So, Nagnok; is there anything I need to sign, or was that it?"

"There is no signature required for the wills of Potter and Black," Nagnok said, "However, I have another inheritance here for you;" he slid a blank piece of parchment in front of Harry, "This just requires a drop of blood for authentication." Without hesitation, Harry held out his hand and allowed the goblin to prick his finger; the blood dripped onto the parchment and words began to appear in golden, spidery script. When completed, the parchment read:

"This will is intended to be viewed by the descendants of the Peverell Family; to be specific, the current heir and/or scion. The acknowledged heir and scion of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Peverell, one Harry James Potter, now has access to the Peverell vaults; the contents of the vaults are to be used as needed, but do not take any item from the vault unless you have need of it, and, if possible, return the item when done. Good luck to you, young heir and always hold true to the tenets of our family; verum, diligo quod veneration."

"Truth, love and honor," Narcissa translated softly as Harry finished reading the letter, "Those are good tenets to live by. So, Nagnok, young Harry is now considered an adult, is that correct?"

"Yes," Nagnok replied, "However, I heard young Master Malfoy mention bringing Sirius Black back; if Sirius is to return then Mr. Potter will be considered a minor once more, and if he is unable to have his name cleared then Mr. Potter will have to be placed back under Albus Dumbledore's guardianship."

"I have a question," Draco said before anyone else could reply, "Did Dumbledore ever hear the Potter's will?" Nagnok reviewed a folder in front him and nodded.

"Yes, I show that Albus Dumbledore listened to the Potter's will on October 31, 1981," he informed them, "He contacted the Head Goblin at ten minutes before midnight and set up a confidential arrangement to be able to hear the will in a private room; according to this footnote, the arrangement allowed him to listen to the will without even having a member of the bank present and he was on his honor to advise us of any important facts in the will. According to my file, he said that he was named as trustee for the Potter's and was also named guardian for Harry Potter."

"So not only did he prevent the Potter's belongings from being distributed," Harry looked at Narcissa, who was frowning as she spoke to Nagnok, "but he also sent Mr. Potter to live with the Dursley's against James and Lily's wishes, and he lied to the Head Goblin, is that correct?"

"Yes," Nagnok said, and Harry noticed he had a steely glint in his eyes, "Those are matters that will be addressed; I will inform Thurakov. You may also be interested in reviewing your financial statements, Mr. Potter; I have marked the areas that I thought you might want to pay attention to." The goblin handed him a piece of parchment with several lines glowing softly; for every withdrawal there was a detailed explanation, and Nagnok advised him that it was updated automatically by magic. Harry didn't really know much about finances, but one thing was abundantly clear to him;

"Dumbledor's been stealing my money!" he said, "Look!" He held the parchment so that Draco could see it, and Narcissa came to stand behind his chair so that she could read it as well. "He's been stealing from me since I was a baby; I know he didn't use any of that money for me because the Dursley's were always complaining about taking me in for free." There was silence for a moment as he continued to scan the parchment, "Oh, and look at this; he's been paying the Dursley's to spy on my and keep me in the house all summer! He even paid them extra to keep me from going on the cruise with the Weasley's; Vernon isn't even at a conference-Dumbledore used my account to give them an all-expenses paid vacation in Italy!" Harry narrowed his eyes at Nagnok; "I want to lock my accounts so that Dumbledore doesn't have access anymore, and cut of the funds paying for the Dursley's vacation."

"It will be done as you ask," Nagnok said, "Would you like to make any other changes to the handling of your vaults and property?" Harry looked at Narcissa for assistance.

"I don't really know how to handle things like this," he told her, "What would you recommend?"

"You should have a personal accountant to manage everything for you," Narcissa suggested, "but you should review everything once a month, and have a meeting to review all of your accounts in-depth at least twice a year. Gringott's can set you up with an accountant, and I can help you review everything until you feel comfortable handling it. You should get copies of everything so that we can take it with us."

"Can you do that for me?" Harry asked the goblin, "Just make copies of all the financial documents, and get me a list of the items in the vaults and the properties I own?" Nagnok nodded his assent, and Harry continued, "Good; I'd also like for you to see to the distribution of items to the people named in my parents and Sirius' will, in fact-Nagnok, would you be willing to sign on as my accountant?"

"I would be honored," Nagnok gave a slight bow, his nose brushing the top of the desk, "I can have a contract drawn up immediately once we agree upon wages-"

"I'll pay what ever your normal wages are," Harry said dismissively, "I trust you; we would like to visit the Black Vault, if you can have the contract drawn up while we're there I'll sign it before we leave."

"As you say, Mr. Potter," Nagnok agreed and then stood, "If you would follow me, I'll have someone take you to the Black Vault; here are the keys to your new vaults, as well as the properties outlined in the wills." He handed Harry a ring with numerous keys in different shapes, sizes and colors, and then led the little group out to the bank's main lobby.

"Ah, Harry my boy!" Harry jerked his head up at that familiar cheery tone and saw Albus Dumbledore standing just inside the entrance doors, "I'm so happy to see you! You gave us all a fright you know, when you vanished from your aunt's house; your cousin was dreadfully worried." He turned a frown on Draco, "Mr. Malfoy, I understand that you were merely following the rules of your kingdom when you kidnapped Harry, however you should have alerted someone!"

"I wasn't kidnapped," Harry said, rolling his eyes, "I wished Dudley away, and then made a deal with Draco to have him returned because I decided I'd rather risk being trapped in Terre…the Goblin Realm, than put up with my relative's here. Alas, I lost so now I must live in the Goblin Realm with Draco." As he said this, Harry reached out to take Draco's hand in his own, "The good news is Draco and I have come to an understanding, and the even better news is that I know all about you."

"Harry, I'm sure we have a lot to discuss-" Dumbledore began, but Harry cut him off;

"Yes, we do," Harry confirmed, "but it will have to wait until later; right now I have business to take care of. Besides, I'd rather wait until my accountant finishes compiling all the information for me to review." He glanced at Nagnok who took the hint and bowed.

"I have an escort ready for you, Mr. Potter," the goblin said, and another goblin stepped up, "This is Ravlow; once you have finished at the vault he will escort you back to my office so we can conclude things."

"Thank you," Harry nodded, "We'll talk later, Professor."

"This way please, Mr. Potter," Ravlow said, and led the party down to the vault carts; the carts weren't really meant for four people, to accompany the goblin, but Draco solved that problem by insisting that a blushing Harry sit on his lap. Luna sat up front, and Harry could hear her pestering the goblin the whole way down. The party passed through a waterfall that nullified disguises and invisibility spells, and finally came to a stop deep down under the earth in front of a large golden door with the Black Family Crest on it.

"In order for you to be granted access to the vault your identity must be confirmed," Ravlow informed Harry, "Please place your left hand against the door, underneath the crest." Harry did as he was told and the door glowed a bright red and gold for a moment and then the door melted away revealing a dark archway that led into the vault. "I will wait outside until you have finished."

"Thank you," Harry said as he entered the vault, closely followed by Draco and Narcissa-Luna stayed outside to continue talking to Ravlow, "What artifact do we need out of here?"

"Don't you want to look around and see what's here?" Draco asked him as he perused the items piled on the floor and lining shelves against the wall, "After all, this stuff does belong to you…and me, of course. Ow!" He cursed when the goblet he touched burned his hand, "What the hell?"

"Draco! Language!" Narcissa chastised, "You aren't of age yet, which means that you can't touch anything in here without it burning you; right now Harry is the only one who can access the vault. Now, Harry dear, did you want to look around first?"

"Not really," Harry shrugged, "I won't be able to keep anything once Sirius is back anyway."

"Very well," Narcissa smiled, "The artifact we need is a miniature of the Black family crest; it's about the size of my open hand, and is encrusted with precious gemstones-garnets, onyx, diamonds, sapphires…you get the idea. It should be in a silver box encrusted with emeralds."

"Slytherins," Harry said, shaking his head; he ducked to avoid the slap that Draco aimed at the back of his head, "Hey! Why are you always hitting me?"

"I'm not," Draco scowled, "I try to hit you, but you usually dodge out of the way;" he leveled a glare at his fiancé, "You should really stop that by the way; I wouldn't try to hit you if you didn't insult me, therefore you always deserve it. Besides, you've hit me too!" He followed Harry as the brunette walked through the vault, looking for the box containing the Black family crest, "Stop acting so injured Li-mmph!"

"Don't even!" Harry clapped his hand over Draco's mouth, oblivious to Narcissa's amused gaze, "It's bad enough you insist on calling me that in private, you will not call me pet names infont of your mother! Ah! Gross!" He wiped his hand on his robes and glared at the blonde, "You licked my hand! What's your deal Malfoy?" He stiffened when Draco leaned in to whisper in his ear;

"You know, there are other things I could lick Harry," to illustrate his point he licked the shell of Harry's ear, making him shudder before he pushed Draco away.

"You stay over there," the blushing Gryffindor ordered, avoiding Draco when the blonde tried to grab his hand, "Stop distracting me so I can find the-oh! There it is!" He pushed Draco out of the way again and grabbed the emerald-encrusted silver box sitting on a nearby shelf. "This is it, right?" He held it up so that Narcissa could see.

"Yes, that's the box," Narcissa confirmed, "Come on Harry; let's go get your belongings from your relatives house so we can go home." She reached past Draco to pull Harry forward and linked arms with him, "Oh, and Harry dear?"

"Yes, Narcissa?"

"You should be extra careful when we get home. Thank you," she smiled as Harry helped her into the cart, "Draco has that look in his eyes that says he is up to no good." Harry looked over his shoulder and gulped nervously when he saw the calculating expression on the blondes face.

"I'll be careful," he assured Narcissa, "I won't turn my back on him for an instant." He offered Draco a small smile and Draco narrowed his eyes as he climbed into the cart, pulling Harry to sit on his lap again. Ravlow climbed in the front of the cart, and Naricssa sat next to him this time, with Luna in the back next to Harry and Draco. The cart began moving and Harry let out a gasp when Draco began nibbling on his earlobe.

"You were being mean back there Lion," he whispered in Harry's ear, "and I will get my revenge," he nuzzled Harry's neck gently before placing a soft kiss behind his ear, "I'll wait until you least expect it…"

"Stop it!" Harry hissed, "Your mom's right there; you want revenge? Fine; we'll have it out later, but if you don't stop messing with me right now I'll…I'll give back the ring and cancel the engagement!"

"Fine," Draco said sulkily, "but just wait until I get you alone…"

"Your face is rather flushed again Harry," Luna commented as the cart came to a stop, "The cinnadoms must be following you around; I'll get you some cinnamon to keep them away from you." Ravlow led the group back to Nagnok's office and Harry finished his business there and then exchanged some gold for Muggle money before leading everyone out into Muggle London.
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Harry Potter and the Goblin King