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Draco's Time	By : knj4k4 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11363 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 15 summer accomplishments.
�Draco?� Draco grunted; his head buried in the pages of �Create your own house hold spell�. He�d nearly swallowed his tongue when Harry found it in Black�s library and hadn�t put it down since. It had even replaced the need to find RAB.
�Draco, please.� Harry�s continued pleas pulled Draco from the book. He opened his mouth to chastise his friend but the sight of Harry�s big green eyes filled with worry and uncertainty stopped him.
�Harry?�
�I, umm. I wanted to�� Draco put down the book completely and joined Harry on the floor of the Library. Harry hadn�t been this inarticulate since the train and Draco was nearly fearful at its cause.
�Harry, you know you can tell me anything.� The Hufflepuff nodded but didn�t continue his stuttering statements. Draco waited patiently.
�I wanted to go shopping. S-Sirius said that what I�m wearing is ugly and I don�t have anything else.�
Draco snorted.
�Is that all? Well, okay then. Come on.�
Harry jolted as Draco stood and pulled him to his feet.
�Now?�
Draco quirked his lips, �Yes Harry. I�m not really sure why you were so nervous but its no problem. We�ll go now.�
They left Black�s place after leaving a note, both unused to asking adults for permission to do anything, or having one who would care where they went.
Draco�s mother was a complicated woman who loved to have one up on the other Ladies of high wizard society. She frequently traveled to muggle London to get fashion ideas, perfume, makeup, trinkets, and other things other purebloods would never have, therefore making her purchases original. She used to take Draco with her, when he was younger, mostly because she got better service if she could walk into the store ordering Draco around.
Because of this, Draco knew his way around muggle London and decided to take Harry there. He had noticed that Older Harry had little knowledge of both wizarding and muggle worlds and attributed that to the Dursley�s neglect and his friends� stupidity. He was adamant that, in this timeline, Harry would never feel insignificant or out of place.
They took the Knight Bus to the Leaky Cauldron and made for Gringotts. Deciding he wanted to pay for his own clothes, Harry convinced Draco to let him talk to the goblins.
�Do you have your key?� The goblin clerk asked, not looking up from the desk.
Harry blinked repeatedly and glanced at Draco. �No. I guess Hagrid still has it.�
�Why would Hagrid have it?� Draco asked him.
Harry shrugged and explained that he had when he�d taken Harry to Diagon that first time.
�No key, no vault.� The goblin grinned down at Harry, showing off his razor sharp teeth. The grin widened when Harry gulped and backed away.
Draco pursed his lips and stepped in front of Harry. �Excuse me but you know as well as I that there are forms for reacquiring lost keys, do not think you can deprive him of his gold, goblin.�
The goblin huffed, snarled at Draco, but then produced the appropriate paperwork and gestured them to a separate section of the bank.
Sneering, Draco took the scroll and pulled Harry to a table so the boy could fill it out. That done, Draco pulled the bewildered boy into a separate line and explained that one didn�t want to deal with the same goblin twice in one day.
�It�s better to change lines after every bit of business. They�re vicious and like to cheat wizards out of gold. If you do not know the bylaws then they get you. You switch goblins because there is a better chance they haven�t figured out what you do and do not know yet. They are controlled by paperwork. If you fill out the right forms, and sign the right contracts, you will have them. Do not sign anything a goblin gives you without reading it, and preferably getting a second and maybe third opinion.�
Harry nodded but shook his head as if flabbergasted by the intricacies of the Wizarding world.
When they reached the goblin teller, Draco pushed the scroll forwards without a word. The goblin unrolled it and tried to tell Draco he had the wrong scroll.
�No, I do not. Now give him his replacement keys and destroy the others.�
The goblin sneered at Draco, an expression not that different from a grin, but tapped the scroll with his gnarled finger. The scroll rolled up, squirmed, puffed smoke; and when it unrolled, two bran new keys unrolled with it.
Draco took the keys and handed them both to Harry while pulling them from the line. Draco then led the other boy to a waiting goblin with less gnarls that looked younger and told him they�d like to go to Harry�s vault. The number was on the keys so after looking at them, the goblin nodded.
The ride was short and exhilarating, and while Draco was able to hold in his excitement, Harry did not. His shouts of joy echoed in the caverns and the little goblin sneered.
Inside, Draco checked the ledger hanging on the wall and crossed off the useless �services� Harry was being charged for: once a month cleaning, twice weekly counting, knuts to galleons exchange etc�the only thing Draco left was the interest collected on the money.
Goblins were well known as swindlers, as long as they had it on paper, the ministry was powerless to stop it. Because neither Harry nor his parents signed anything asking for these �services� Draco could stop them. He had Harry initial the changes over the protesting of the little goblin. Draco explained what they were doing, and had to tell a wide eyed Harry that his parents likely stopped these charges but that they wouldn�t be able to check until he was of age.
Harry was livid and didn�t even notice that the ride up was slower then the ride down, though Draco sneered at the little goblin�s display of temper. At the top Harry stormed out and into the trunk shop, Draco following meekly behind.
Harry bought the deepest trunk they had, and when he asked the clerk if it was as big as a Gringotts vault Draco understood. They shrunk the trunk and Harry charged back up the hill to Gringotts. Now certain of Harry�s plan, Draco led him back to the little goblin that controlled travel to the vaults. The little goblin was confused to see them again, an expression Draco had never seen on a goblin.
Once in Harry�s vault, they unshrunk the trunk by pushing the little button on the side and started poring in the gold. When the vault was half empty, Draco noticed the goblin getting nervous. At three fourths empty the goblin started telling them they had enough, they ignored him. Draco stopped Harry when there was one Knut left.
�You�ll want to keep the vault open. I�ll bet that it refills when we leave.�
They stepped outside and waited for a moment, then forcefully took the key from the goblin when he refused to open it again and were greeted with a nearly full vault.
Draco winked and they reopened the trunk and started filling it. It took some time, but after three refillings, the vault stayed only one knut full. Draco knew that the head goblins couldn�t have simply prevented it from refilling as that would have compromised the standard trust fund contract that Harry�s parents surely signed.
The goblin was nearly frantic and they zoomed up to the top at a speed Draco has never travelled at. At the top, more goblins tried to stop them but when Draco shouted, �You�re trying to stop Harry Potter from leaving with his gold?� and the other wizards turned to stare, the goblins were forced to let them leave.
Draco followed Harry�s bouncing steps out of Gringotts and waited for Harry to realize they still didn�t have any Muggle money. When Harry froze, one foot still in the air, Draco grinned.
�Its okay, I have a plan.�
Draco led Harry into muggle London to a bank, outside of which he glamoured himself into his adult appearance and strode in purposefully. He had Harry un-shrink the trunk and drag it along behind him.
He stopped in the lobby, waited for some simpering clerk to come see what he wanted, and ordered them to lead him to the bank manager. In the manager�s office, He told Harry to open the trunk and smirked at the man�s hazy eyes.
�I want to open an account and a safety deposit box and I want some of this gold transferred into pounds sterling.�
He waited while the bank manager pushed the pound signs from his eyes and got him the paper work. While Draco filled them out in Harry�s name the manager made a few phone calls to various appraisers to come and check the worth of Draco�s gold. He allowed the man to make his calls, curious himself.
When the paper work was finished he tilted his head at Harry so he could make sure the information was correct. He set the pen down and waited while the manager checked over the information.
�I�ll need two proofs of identification and�� Draco stopped him by standing.
�I see, well if that is the case then we will be leaving.� The manager stood and held out a hand, leaning over the desk, his face shining with eagerness and hunger. Draco smirked internally knowing he had the man, and raised an eye brow.
�I am sorry Mr. Potter I thought that was needed but I remember now that we only need one�� Draco shook his head slowly. �I meant, for security boxes we don�t need any proof of identity. Sorry for the confusion.�
Draco nodded and retook his seat. �Do not let it happen again.� The man nodded quickly and hurried out of the office intent on speeding up the process.
�I feel like I�m in a movie.� Harry whispered beside him. Though Draco wasn�t sure what that was, he understood that Harry was feeling overwhelmed and in awe of Draco. He couldn�t help but preen a little under the attention.
�Yes well, money can get you anything in the Muggle world�.and the wizarding world if you think about it.�
�Aren�t they going to notice what�s on them?� Harry said, fingering a galleon and rubbing his thumb across the engravings.
�Nope,� Draco said grinning, �Goblin magic makes them look like simple gold coins to Muggles.�
Harry had snickered into his hand, recognizing that the goblins� own magic was going to allow this to happen.
He and Harry both took tea from a clerk who entered the office offering it on a silver platter, and Harry grinned unrepentantly at Draco�s waggled eyebrows.
The manager returned with an appraiser and Draco had Harry open the trunk. Because there were Muggles in the room, the trunk wasn�t bottomless, however there was enough gold in the large trunk to feed a small country.
The appraiser�s eyes grew as he began pulling out the gold to weigh it.
He told them that an ounce of gold was worth �260 pounds sterling, and that each galleon was roughly 15 fluid ounces. Draco had raised an eyebrow at that. The exchange rate at Gringotts was approximately �3.50 a galleon. Harry made an exclamation which Draco grinned at, though the other boy didn�t realize how much the goblins and ministry were cheating the Muggleborn members, he did realize that they would be making a lot of money today.
The appraiser concluded that they had nearly 2500 coins in the trunk, which was all they could access and that the trunk was worth �650,000. Draco nodded, said he wanted �2000 worth exchanged immediately. The appraiser took out the appropriate amount of gold, the manager and Draco signed the correct forms, and Draco told them to get someone to bring the trunk as the manager led them to a vault. The manager didn�t follow them through, something Draco was immensely grateful for as he cast all sorts of charms on the trunk and the vault so that only Harry would be able to access the contents of the trunk and any robbers would bypass the vault entirely. He wasn�t worried about underage magic because his father had taken the trackers off his wand immediately and though they were in muggle London, the ministry would assume nothing was amiss unless it was performed in front of the Muggles.
That finished and their business completed, they collected their money, exited the bank, and Draco caught a taxi to a middle class shopping district, not something his mother would have been caught dead in but a place he�d explored in his teen years. Draco figured Harry would be uncomfortable in tailored outfits and fancy clothes. Instead Draco outfitted him in designer jeans and logo�d tops.
Harry seemed relieved that Draco was taking over his shopping experience. Occasionally Draco would ask him what he thought of a store or if there was a particular style he wanted to try, but after three attempts were all met with the same bewildered stare, took over completely. He made sure that Harry was always in front of a mirror so he could make a rebuttal if he so chose.
The clerks of the stores all thought it was adorable that two little boys were clothes shopping. Their baby voices and patronizing answers to his questions had caused Draco to refuse them his patronage on more then one occasion.
Harry�d nearly lost him when Draco threw down his armload of clothes and stormed out of a store in response to one clerk�s attitude.
�I will not be talked down to.� Draco growled when Harry finally caught up to him.
�I know, we�ll find another store.� Draco snarled at Harry�s tone but when the other boy simply smiled with an eye brow raised Draco swallowed his anger and entered another store. Harry handled the clerks after that unless they were asking intelligent questions posed to a wealthy patron rather then a small boy.
When it was all done and Draco felt Harry had an appropriate wardrobe for a 12 year old of Harry�s tastes, they stopped for a bite to eat.
Draco mused on how different it felt to be his age in the body of a small boy while they ate. Usually it didn�t bother him but when he expected to be treated as an adult and wasn�t, it got on his nerves.
After they rested, Harry hesitantly spoke of his desire to get a hair cut. He told Draco that his aunt usually cut it, if that�s what you could call hacking at his locks with a kitchen knife, and he�d never had a real hair cut. Draco smiled warmly, asked the waitress where the nearest barber was, and set off.
When they got back to Black�s from their day in London, it was nearly nightfall and Harry was dead on his feet. They had cemented their plans to return to the bank with a smaller trunk to get out the gold not counted and try their game at another bank. Eventually they would return to Gringotts and exchange the money for gold, even with the tilted exchange rate they would make a huge profit. It would also flood the muggle economy with gold but Draco wasn�t really concerned about that in any other capacity then that it would lower gold price and so their plans would all need to be conducted at the same time.
Black asked them where they had been absently while drinking alone in the dark. Draco explained that they�d been shopping and Black watched with watery eyes as Harry broke into an animated explanation of their day, though the part at the bank was not included.
Once Draco realized Harry wasn�t in any danger, he returned home and to Harry�s journal.

I�m laying here in the hospital because someone pushed me down the stairs when I was exploring. I�m really scared. I don�t know who it was and neither did the Headmaster. He said he was going to try and find out but I�m not sure he can. What if they find me here unprotected and try and hurt me again?
It�s really boring in here. Draco brought me books and things to read since the Madam won�t let me go until tomorrow. He sat with me for a while and told me that he would find out who did it. I trust him more then the Headmaster. At least I know Draco cares. He looked so mad, and guilty like it was a failure on his part that I got hurt.
Hagrid told me that there wasn�t a safer place in the world then Hogwarts, but I got hurt here so it can�t be that safe. I�m really starting to doubt everything he says. I mean he told me Draco was bad but he�s amazing and he told me Hogwarts was safe and I got hurt. And he told me that Gringotts was impossible to break into and someone did. I still haven�t figured out what he took from there although I know it�s on the third corridor.
Draco isn�t really helping me with that, I mean he is, but he isn�t like he doesn�t care or already knows. He�s like that a lot thought, sometimes it�s really annoying. I�m going to figure this out without his help though. That will show him. Sometimes I feel like a project of his, like he said Neville is. But then he�ll watch me and that look in his eyes is so�.sigh�.great.
Anyway I better sleep before the madam comes and gives me more yucky potions
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