The whole story | By : Riahana Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 42620 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 15 |
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Chapter 15
Tuesday morning came too bright and cheerful for a grumpy Harry. After the catastrophe called the tailor’s appointment, he did not want to face everyone; they all knew. They now knew the one secret that he had kept from even his closest friend. Hermione knew about some of the abuse, the cupboard, long days of chores, but Harry never told them about the darker side of living at the Dursley’s. It was his shame, and his secret to keep, and the thought of the Elves at Malfoy Manor now knowing, kept Harry from venturing from his chambers.
Last night Narcissa brought some of the clothes that Daile made, promising that there would be more. Harry looked over the pile he did not feel like taking care of. Not knowing what he would do with what he had now, let alone when more would come. Harry tried to find something to wear from within the pile, after several minutes of feeling inept; he finally gave up deciding; his sleepwear was more comfortable. Even the sleepwear was nicer than he had ever worn. Sitting under the window, giving Hedwig owl treats, petting her soft feathers; helped with the melancholy that he was feeling.
The tapping on the door had Harry looking up, completely lost; who could be bothering him this time. The tapping increased in intensity, with a huff he figured that whoever was at the door wasn’t going to give up anytime soon. Left his comfortable seat to let the invader of his peace in; Draco swept in as soon as the door was open. For one morning could the git leave him alone?
Draco gazed at Harry, bending slightly at the waist, bowing his head, something that Harry never thought he would see the blond do. “I am here to formally apologize for my actions yesterday. I had no right to vanish your clothes…Exposing your secrets.” For once he couldn’t detect any hint of the usual smirk, sneer, or sarcasm that came from those particular lips.
The shock of Draco’s words and actions completely surprised Harry; although the rest of the Inner Circle tried to come and talk to him last night. He didn’t say anything; preferring to stare out his window. This visitor was different; Draco didn’t bring up the past, try to console him, or yell at him for not telling them sooner; that was Sirius who did that one. Draco offered a sincere apology still keeping his head down; which in Harry’s opinion at least deserved some type of answer back.
“What is done is done; we can’t go back and change the past.” Harry said with a small smile sitting back under his window. Draco raised his head locking his eyes with Harry; surprising him even further. He knew Draco wanted to say more; ask more questions but held himself back. Something the blond had never done before...
“You are right, and I am so glad you mentioned that. Since we can’t go back to the past why don’t me and you start over? From this moment we don’t know each other.” Draco walked towards Harry his hand outstretched; Ahhh now the arrogance returns. “Hello, I’m Draco Malfoy heir to the house of Malfoy.”
The look on Draco’s face, slightly hopeful with a smirk had Harry in peals of laughter. Finally able to catch his breath, he looked at Draco who still had his hand out but with a full smile. He had never seen Draco with a smile like this; it transformed the blond into something else, dare he say honest? Harry raised his hand; clasping Draco’s firmly, “Hi, I’m Harry Potter… Err I guess I am the Enrai.” Harry returned with his own smile to match.
Still holding Harry’s hand Draco’s’ smirk came back, “Well now that has been taken care of…We have to get you dressed; you haven’t even taken care of your clothes…The tailor just made for you.” Draco went over to what Harry called ‘the pile’ ruffling through them, setting some to the side and taking care of the rest.
To Harry’s bewilderment; he was now standing in the middle of his room for the third morning in a row. How do I always end up in these situations? “Here put these on, you must hurry… father is waiting; I swear if I wasn’t here; who knows where your head would be.” That’s not the first time he had heard that sentence before.
Harry groaned as he walked into the bathroom to change, he didn’t want to go to another set of lessons today. He took his time changing, in the efforts to procrastinate as long as possible; what had worked in the past did not seem to be able to work now; not with an impatient blond Elf passing outside the bathroom door.
“Harry do I need to come in there and help you, this is taking longer than it should.” Draco said through the door. “I don’t want to miss father’s lesson
“Ummm….No… Almost done.” Harry shouted through the door, if Draco was going to be there maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. The blonds’ apology went a long way with soothing his assumption of the Malfoy heir.
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“Not many individuals would believe this; but politics is an art…That takes years of practice to master. It is an art of leading ones opponent to a truth, only you want them to believe. It is an art of patience, waiting years to see your truth come into play. It is an art of deception…” Lucius said as he stood in front of both Harry and Draco; a sneer gracing his features as he spoke.
In spite of Lucius cultured tones, the attempt of trying to make the subject more interesting; Harry was bored to tears. Glancing at Draco who was soaking this up like it was the most interesting thing in the world; made him sick not being able to understand how politics could be interesting.
“Harry are you listening? This is important for you to be able to handle all of the disputes your councilors will have, which doesn’t include the infighting between the second and third tier families.” Lucius resumed his lecture, and Harry grew tired. Draco must have noticed his lack of interest; because the blond head ducked back over his notes scribbling faster than Lucius could speak.
Sitting back in his chair Harry watched Draco fold the piece of paper into a bird; charming it to fly towards Harry. Looking at the pretty origami; that he didn’t want to unfold; remembering the past notes that Draco would send him. As he had expected it was a moving illustration, whereas before they used to be cruel in nature; this one was actually funny. Showing Draco casting a spell at his father; putting him to sleep, grabbing Harry where both would run off laughing.
Harry glanced at Draco, who had a smile and a question in his eyes asking if Harry wanted too. Harry shrugged his response but smiled back at Draco. The blond stood faced his father, pointing his wand, saying; “Stupefy.” With the spell casted, a red beam of light shot out striking Lucius in the chest; who fell over landing in a pile at the end of his desk in a stupor.
Draco laughed, looking over at Harry who could not help but laugh too as Draco grabbed his hand pulling him out of the room. He knew whatever Draco found for them to do was going to be a lot better than politics ever could.
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Lucius awoke to the word Rennervate, unclouding his mind, and the grinning face of the Dark Lord looking down at him. Lucius slowly sat up shaking his head clearing it of the remaining fog. With his hand still on his head looking at the grinning Dark Lord he growled.
“That brat….He…he stupefied me…” Lucius said to the Dark Lord, who laughed harder.
“Which brat is that Lucius?” The Dark Lord asked the sibilant tones blurring Lucius name.
“Why my disrespectful son…I knew he is trying to win Harry’s friendship but this is too far.” Lucius said, glaring at the door his son and Harry ran through.
“Now Lucius it couldn’t have been too bad, I had a wonderful time teaching Harry yesterday…I found he was a great student, quick to learn…” The Dark lord said still not able to hide his smile. “Maybe you should try a different method of teaching; I personally find politics to be boring. I wonder what a fourteen year old would think.”
Lucius turned his glare from the door to the Dark Lord, still not happy to have his son mortify him in front of the future Enrai. He would just have to think of a punishment for Draco. Maybe have him act as a house elf for a day would show Draco his displeasure in being stupefied.
“I actually came to discuss an issue with you Lucius.” The Dark Lord said after he was able to compose himself.
“What issue?” Lucius said getting up from the floor, still not happy being found in such an undignified position.
“It is time to bring Aubrey, the lost Heiress back into the fold. Finding out about the pain that Harry has been through, I believe that bringing in a family member that could love him would help his emotional state right now.” The Dark Lord finished with a look that Lucius had never seen grace the Dark Lords features before. It almost looked thoughtful, pensive.
“With the outcome of today, I look forward to getting out of the Manor for a bit, if this is what that friendship is going to be like for these two, I want to get as far away as possible.” Shivering at the remembered power in his son; when did Draco become so strong in magic?
The Dark Lord looked at Lucius’s face laughing as he walked out the door. Lucius could not remember ever hearing the Dark Lord laugh as much as he had in the last four days since Harry had come to the Manor. Regardless of the trouble, he was glad that Harry had come to them.
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Draco looked at Harry, with his flushed cheeks, and the brilliant smiles he was flashed to everyone; this was one of the best afternoons that Draco could remember having. After he stupefied his father they went and flew. First it was a couple of games of one on one with the snitch, then a contest of ‘I dare’. While playing their old rivalry came back, but once they touched the ground, all they could talk about was this move, dive, or feint. If this was what it was like to be Harry’s friend he should have stupefied his father a long time ago.
Harry then looked at Draco giving him a sincere smile, causing him to blush. Hiding his face so Harry couldn’t see the blush that smile did to him. He would take any punishment his father had; that smile Harry gave him was payment enough.
“Draco, as to your show of disrespect this afternoon I have come up with the perfect punishment.” Lucius said. Draco hummed his agreement, not quite meeting his father’s eye.
“You are to serve as Harry’s personal house elf, from sunup to sundown tomorrow, while I am away.” His father said, the glare telling him that his father wasn’t kidding. Hopefully Harry would go easy on him; since the punishment was earned by making sure he had an afternoon of fun.
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Harry sat down the following morning to breakfast; feeling proud of himself. With Draco organizing his clothes the previous day; made it easier to find something to wear and he didn’t think he did too badly at either
“Harry where are you? You know fathers’ orders I am supposed to be your personal slave for the day….I can’t do that if I do not know where you are…” Harry could hear Draco yelling from the hallway. He had forgotten Draco’s punishment from the fun they had yesterday, although he did have fun never believing that Draco and him could get along for a day. Harry thought two days in a row would be pushing it.
“Harry, Finally…I found you…I was going to help you this morning, then run and get breakfast.” Draco looked worried, slightly flushed as if he truly had looked everywhere for him. “Here let me fix your plate for you at least.”
“Don’t you think your taking this house elf thing too far?” Harry asked the blond who was currently loading more food on Harry’s plate than he would be able to eat.
“No…A Malfoy will take their punishment…if it was given from someone higher than themselves and only if it was deserved.” Draco looked at Harry giving him a smile, “This punishment meets both requirements…Now sit and eat everything on your plate…Your too skinny.”
Harry groaned mumbling under his breath, “All I need is an overly conscious’s Draco looking after my health.”
“Did you say something Harry?” Draco asked after getting his own plate.
“Ummm… No…” Harry said with the beginning of a blush spreading over his cheeks.
“Well good, hurry up and eat we have a potions lesson with Severus today.” Draco replied with a knowing smile.
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Harry dragged his feet to get to the potions lesson. He really did not want to have to relearn potions and to make it worse it was with the one Professor from school that had made his life miserable. It didn’t matter if Professor Snape had been nice so far; it was all the other times that mattered
“Come on Harry…Hurry, this is going to be fun…Unlike yesterday.” Draco said as he grabbed Harry’s hand pulling him along faster.
Reaching the potions lab a lot faster than Harry wanted too, thanks to Draco, he slowly made his way to where there was one of two cauldrons set up. Professor Snape walked in his robes billowing out just like they do in the Hogwarts class. The Professor then waved his hand at the board; where instructions for the potion they were to make appeared. “Begin.” Was all Severus said by way of instructions.
Harry groaned this was just like the classroom, he didn’t know what to do; he thought he would relearn everything so he could get better. Not continue making the same mistakes. Harry looked at Draco to maybe take some cues as to what he should be doing, but Draco was approaching Severus not looking too pleased.
“You cannot do this to Harry, how do expect him to do this potion when he can’t even make the simple ones?” Draco said voice rising.
“Well Draco since I have given you the same potion I would expect a year mate of yours; should be able to keep up?” Severus snarked back at Draco.
“I would even have problems with this potion, and you know it. Harry is not going to learn if he keeps making the same mistakes. Why are you not teaching him like you taught me?” Draco said, one eyebrow rising.
“What, you want me to teach him as if he is five? Harry is not five he is nearly fifteen, and should at that age be able to follow simple instructions.” Severus said with the silky baritone; when he wanted to belittle someone.
Harry tried to interrupt, he didn’t want Draco to get in trouble again, but both Elves ignored him so they could continue their argument. Both of their faces getting scarier as the argument continued to escalate.
“No don’t treat Harry as if he were five, but explain things to him so he can understand potions at a basic level. If you could stand his presence, you could teach him better…” Draco said with his cheeks flushed in anger, brows drawn together.
“Well, Draco since you feel that I am not fit to teach Harry why don’t you take my place and become his potions instructor.” Severus left the lab leaving with his robes billowing out behind him.
Harry watched Draco take a couple of breaths calming the limbs that he could see shake on the blond; before turning to smile at him. “You didn’t need to do that for me…I would have gotten by…I have so far” Harry said, not sure he like Draco standing up for him.
“Nonsense…now we can have fun again today, and I can teach you why I like potions so much.” Draco seemed too excited, as he looked to be bouncing to the bookshelf to get the first year potions book.
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Dinner that night was a quiet affair with it only being Narcissa, Draco and Harry, Draco still taking his punishment seriously, was loading down Harry’s plate. Overall; after Severus left Draco became the perfect tutor; he showed Harry how to properly prepare each ingredient, the right way to stir the potion, and all the theory behind why it had to be that way. Harry had never had as much fun learning potions; unless you considered when Neville blew up another cauldron.
The problem was Harry didn’t know if this was the real Draco, or the act the punishment demanded. He was hoping for the former though, he like Draco this way.
“Harry, how was your lesson for the day?” Narcissa asked sitting her fork down after she finished eating.
“It was great, after Professor Snape left; Draco taught me all kinds of things I never knew about potions.” Narcissa’s brow drew together as if in anger for a moment before answering.
“Yes, I am sure Draco did, he could become a true master if that is what he wants. But who knows where our life will lead us.” Narcissa said with a look that she divided between Harry and Draco, making him wonder what the implied message was, behind the words.
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“You don’t need to tuck me in Draco, I have done fine for the past fourteen years, I will do just fine tonight.” Harry said, trying everything he could to get the blond to leave.
“I’m still on punishment for the next 15 minutes, and as your personal house elf I need to make sure you are comfortable for the night.” Draco continued to tuck in sheets, fluff pillows while he spoke.
“If you are my house elf? That means you have to obey me…I order you to leave at once.” Harry said; as a last effort to get Draco to leave. The blond had been too solicitous to his needs for the day, and he was wondering if this was as much a punishment to him as it was to Draco. Considering who Lucius was it probably was intended for that reason.
“If you say so…” Draco smirked lifting his eyebrow, “Master.” Draco finally left the room, giving him some peace a quiet; at least for tonight. Who knew what tomorrow would bring.
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