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Harry Potter and the Prince of Ice	By : Neverwood Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6234 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Anal, Angst, Fingering, H/C, HJ, M/M, Oral, Rim, Solo, Spank. I do not own Harry Potter or anything associated with it. I do not recieve money for this in any way. For entertainment purposes only.

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Author's Note: Hey guys! Neverwood here. First, let's get the disclaimers out of the way. I don't own Harry Potter, the characters, nothing. I am in no way receiving payment of any kind for this. Future chapters will cover a few not-so-kid-friendly topics, but each chapter from now on will have specific warnings if needed. Okay, boring part over. Let's get to the story.

Chapter 2: Second First Impressions

Harry didn't know how long he had been pacing in his room before the doorbell finally rang. What he did know was that he should not have jumped so much from something he was completely expecting. He glanced at his watch, an old Muggle habit he refused to break. Draco was supposed to have arrived twenty minutes ago. If the visitor wasn't him, Harry thought he was going to lose his mind waiting on the daft man.

As he walked/strode his way to the front door, he went over the events of the past two weeks. After Arthur had left, Harry had had to go through some screening and paperwork. As far as he could understand, the contract he'd signed had stated that he was, for all intents and purposes, Draco's parole officer. He was responsible for anything Draco said or did. When Harry had read that, he had felt like jumping from his chair and calling the whole thing off. But his conscience was louder than his objections, and he ended up signing it anyway. That had been five days ago. Harry didn't know what Draco had done in the meantime for shelter, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know. All he did want to know was why the inconsiderate prat was late.

He finally reached the front door, opening it immediately. Sure enough, there stood Draco Malfoy. He looked much the same as the last time Harry had seen him, if a little worse for wear. If he had had to overcome any significant challenges in the days that had passed, though, his physique didn't show it. He looked just as fit as he had the last time he saw him.

Harry was so focused on evaluating Draco for any potential health risks that it took him a moment to notice that he wasn't moving. In fact, he was staring at something with quite a bit of fear. Harry looked down, and flushed in embarrassment. He had drawn his wand when he opened the door without even realizing it. Poor Draco probably thought he was going to hex him right off his doorstep. He hastily put his wand away and took a step back into the house, opening the door wider as he went.

“Hey.” Harry said, then had to restrain from slapping his forehead at his dumb response. “Come on in.”

Draco looked down at his wand hand apprehensively, then looked out into the street. Whether he was looking for a threat or salvation, Harry didn't know. But whatever it was, Draco was apparently satisfied because he entered the house without any more hesitation. Harry shut the door behind him, and wondered if it was just his imagination that the sound seemed deafening. Both men stood in the entryway, looking as awkward as they felt.

“Sorry I'm late.” Draco said. “The train had a bit of a delay.”

“That's fine.” Harry answered. More awkward silence ensued. Harry finally broke it, prompted by the familiar sounds of muttering and grumbling.

“Don't mind Kreacher. My house-elf.” Harry said. “He doesn't get along with many people.”

Draco look in the direction of the sounds with a small, indulgent smile. “Snape told me about him.” Abruptly, the smile fell and they fell into another awkward silence.

Harry spoke up again. “I was expecting more bags.” He said, making his voice just a tad too cheery. Draco only held four suitcases and a briefcase, all made of fine, expensive material.

Draco looked at him dully. “It's all they would let me take.”

“Oh.” Harry said, feeling once more like a dunce. “Right.”

Harry looked at his shoes, which he scuffed on the floor. Draco pretended to give his surroundings undue attention.

“Well-” Both of them said at the same time.

“You go first.” Harry said politely.

“No, I insist.” Draco replied, just as polite.

“I was just going to offer to show you to your room. But if you'd rather-”

“That sounds fine.”

Harry grabbed a couple of Draco's bags and led the way. He had decided to put Draco in the master suite. Harry had always preferred the corner bedroom next to it, so he didn't feel at all bad for giving Malfoy the biggest bedroom. He stopped on the stairs, frozen, as an alarming thought rang through his head.

When did I stop calling him Malfoy all the time?

“What's wrong?” Draco asked tensely. Harry looked back to find a slightly panicked look on his face. Briefly, he wondered if Draco was more worried about vigilantes showing up or Harry kicking him out. As he proceeded up the stairs, he realized with a flash of intuition that it was probably a mixture of both.

Harry forced open the door, stumbling a bit as he lost his balance. He thought he heard Draco move to help him, but didn't look to be sure.

“The door's a bit jammed.” Harry said in explanation as he set the bags down. “You have to use a bit of elbow grease to open it.”

“Elbow grease?”

Harry looked back at Draco to see if he was joking, but he seemed genuinely confused. Harry realized he had probably never heard the term before, or never paid attention when he did.

“It's a Muggle phrase.” Harry waited for Draco to sneer at him, but he just looked at Harry calmly. No, Harry decided after a moment, not calm exactly. More like a gentle sky that hides the storm that's about to unleash. Or a placid lake that doesn't show the deep currents that run through it. Either of those descriptions seemed to fit Malfoy perfectly.

“What does it mean?” Draco asked, breaking Harry from his reverie.

“Oh. It just means you have to put some force behind it. You know, put some effort into it.” Malfoy nodded in acceptance before looking around his new bedroom. His eyes seemed to touch upon every nook and cranny, examining it before moving on to the next thing that caught his attention. Once he had seen what he wanted, he nodded with satisfaction. Then he looked at Harry curiously. He realized he was standing there like an idiot, watching Draco adjust.

“Right. Well, I'll let you get settled then.” Harry said, talking somewhat quickly as he moved towards the door. “If I'm anywhere in the house, I'll hear you calling. If I'm out of the house, Kreacher can apparate to me wherever I am. If you need something during the night, I'm in the bedroom just to the left of yours.”

Draco turned around. “My left or your left?”

Harry made a quick evaluation, making an odd gesture with his hands that helped him figure out the answer. “My left. If you're leaving your room, it's the first one on the right. If you're coming up the stairs, it's the first one on the left.”

“Right.” Draco said. Harry nodded without looking at him, and made to leave the room again. He stopped when Draco called out to him.

“Yeah?” Harry said, reluctantly meeting Draco's eyes. They were a dove grey now, with both softness and an edge.

“I just wanted to say...” Draco trailed off, seemingly distracted by something. After a minute, Harry cleared his throat. Draco cleared his in embarrassment before finishing his statement,

“I just wanted to say thank you. For, you know. Everything.”

Harry nodded. “Anytime.” He paused. “Really.”

He only caught a glimpse of Draco's expression before he fled the room, but if he had to testify under Veritaserum, he would say that Draco looked surprised, relieved, and another emotion Harry didn't think he'd ever seen on the Slytherin's face before.

It was going to be an interesting arrangement.

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Harry Flooed himself to the Burrow, not wanting him and Draco to get in each other's way. He found the Weasley crew a little somber but for the most part recovered from the war. He also saw Hermione, who was visiting Ron. The absence of Fred was felt strongly by them all, but no one mentioned him out loud. After glancing at him a few times, Harry thought George may have wanted to talk about Fred. But Harry didn't say anything about it and neither did George, so they let it go. Instead, he talked with his friends and made conversation with the Weasleys. By the time sunset approached, Harry's face and stomach were sore from laughing and smiling.

“Harry, dear, you must stay for supper.” Molly said. “We're having shepherd's pie, and there's more than enough for you, dear.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Weasley.” Harry said. “ But I need to be getting back. Draco's arrived, and I need to see how he's settling in.”

“So it's going well so far?” Arthur said, looking sharply at him. It reminded Harry of the look Ron and Hermione had given him when he'd first gotten there and had told them about his new housemate. Although Ron had looked much closer to a heart attack than his dad did.

“Yes, sir.” Harry said. “So far, there haven't been any-”

“Master Harry!”

A cat made of yarn hissed at Kreacher before jumping into the safety of the yarn bag. Harry looked over and raised his brows, worry already filling his mind. Kreacher smiled, which Harry took to be a very bad sign.

“Mister Malfoy needs Master's help.”

“I'd best be on my way, then.” Harry said. He bid everyone a hasty goodbye, and in his haste kissed both Ron and Hermione on the cheek. Ron immediately spluttered and pretended to gag, and in the disturbance that ensued, Harry and Kreacher apparated back home.

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Harry burst through the front door, having apparated into a neighbor's yard due to the wards preventing any direct apparition onto the property.. The woman who lived there never looked away from her telly, so he felt relatively safe practicing magic there despite its openness. He looked around the house and called for Draco, who came around the corner with a bemused look.

“Are you all right?” Harry said, running up and grabbing Draco by the arms. Draco looked very worried and a little horrified, and Harry shook him in response. “Was it an Auror? A Death Eater? Come on, Draco, speak up, man!”

Draco put his hands on Harry's arms, and Harry felt a small spark of static electricity. He ignored it completely and focused on his housemate, who from what he could tell was in a bit of a daze.

“Potter,” Draco said clearly, no pain or fear in his voice, “I'm fine. I asked Kreacher if you guys had anything decent to eat, and he said he would go ask you.”

Harry turned on Kreacher, who looked completely unrepentant.

“You little heathen!” Harry yelled. “I kissed Ron for nothing!”

He heard Draco choke from behind him. His eyes went wide and his cheeks pinked as he realized he had revealed more than he'd intended to in his outburst. He turned back to Draco to see the man barely containing his laughter.

“You...” Draco gasped, barely controlling himself. “Kissed...the Weasel?”

“It...” Harry said, his hand on the back of his neck, which felt hot. “Well...not like on the lips or anything.”

Draco immediately lost his inner battle, full-bellied laughter bursting out of him like an explosion of happiness. He laughed for a good while, and eventually Harry had to chuckle with him. Even though it was extremely embarrassing, it was quite funny.

Draco finally got himself under control, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Oh, Merlin. I needed that.”

Harry crossed his arms. “Well, consider that my welcoming service. I won't be doing it again.”

Draco gave a short guffaw. “Dear God, I hope not.”

Harry shuddered playfully. “You and me both.”

Both men finally got their senses of humor under control, and they stood across from each other. Unlike earlier, the tension and awkwardness between them had dissolved, at least for the moment. Harry enjoyed sharing a moment of quiet contentment, even if it was with his former-enemy-turned-housemate. He followed Draco into the kitchen, where he managed to scrounge up a couple of sandwiches. They ate slowly, talking about nothing in particular. They both gracefully danced around any important topics, all of which felt too heavy and emotional for their current state. Soon, the sandwiches were gone and the boys made their way upstairs. Harry and Draco were at their respective doorways, neither knowing what to say.

“Well.” Harry finally said. He thought he saw Draco jump, but he decided not to examine that too intently. “I guess we better head to bed.”

“Yeah.” Draco said, his words and his tone giving away nothing. Harry tried again.

“If you need anything, you know, just-”

“Call. I know.”

Harry nodded. “Well. All right then.”

As he closed his door, he thought he heard a whispered, “Good night, Harry.” But he couldn't be sure, so he decided not to pursue that line of thinking. Harry laid down and eased himself to sleep. If he knew he was wearing a small smile, then that was something he could keep to himself.
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