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The whole story	By : Riahana Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 42620 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Authors Note~ Thank you for reading everyone enjoy :)

Disclaimer~ The Prologue has the full disclaimer. Also any readers that are lost, read the Authors Note at the beginning of the Prologue; it will help make things clear.

Chapter 26

Harry walked into chaos when Tonks opened the door of Grimmauld Place, hearing Mrs. Weasley shouting at the twins from the kitchen, while Ron created havoc jumping up and down screaming like a girl. The shrillness of the cries was even grating on Tonks ears as she covered them up trying to get away from the shrill cries. It didn’t help that Sirius was somewhere up stairs laughing so hard, creating more commotion to the already too many voices. Over top of the voices he could distinguish; was a portrait, screeching about blood traitors, and the filth that had invaded her home, defiling her precious artifacts.

“But Mom, it was only a prank….”

“We thought that icle Ronniekins had outgrown his fear…”

“Of spiders… seriously how could anyone at the age of fifteen still be scared of…”

“Those cute, adorable, completely innocent eight legged creatures?”

Harry looked around the corner towards the kitchen seeing both the twins looking at their feet with the best innocent expressions those two had ever come up with; in the attempt to get out of trouble with their annoying twin speak. Mrs. Weasley on the other hand looked as if she was two seconds away from tearing the two apart limb from limb; that is till she looked over at him; her expression completely changing.

Running towards Harry, Mrs. Weasley enveloped him in one of her bone crushing hugs, “Oh’ dear it is so great to see you. Let me take a look at you…” Holding him at arm’s length; her critical eye roving over him from head to toe before stopping again at his hair; narrowing her eyes. “This will not do, we have to get you a haircut…you don’t want to look like these two delinquents?” Pointing at the twins.

Harry twisted out of Mrs. Weasley’s arms; looking up at her, “Actually I like my hair like this it more manageable and doesn’t stick up everywhere.” At least that was what Draco said, but for the most part Harry was starting to like it, here soon he would be able to put it into a pony tail at the base of his head. It wasn’t his fault his hair had a mind of its own, some straight, some too curly, while others were plain wavy. With it short nothing could be done to it and in order for it too look decent short it had to be really short, almost non-existent; which made him look sickly. So the only option was to grow it out, now with the length weighing down the worst spots it gave Harry a more ethereal look; at least that was what he thought.

Harry looked behind Mrs. Weasley’s shoulder at the twins, both of which had manic grins giving him thumbs up and mouthing thanks before sneaking out of the kitchen. Now that Mrs. Weasley had her attention on something else they had been let of the hook for the prank they had pulled.

“Now dear you cannot possibly think having your hair long could be better, just a little trim and then you will fell just like your old self.” Mrs. Weasley said as she was directing him to a stool for him to sit on. I don’t want to look like my ‘old self’ I like my new look, as it is. It suited him, making him feel more like the Elves and their beauty; making him feel like he was a part of their group.

He almost cried in relief when Sirius came bounding down the stairs swooping him up and away from Mrs. Weasley. “Now Molly if the cub here wants his hair long…Then what is it too us?” Sirius said winking at him.

“Sirius you also need a haircut too, your own rangy appearance is not anything to go by for an impressionable boy like Harry here.” Mrs. Weasley said her voice getting sharp the longer she spoke. “And I know it was you who encouraged the twins to play that prank on their brother…”

Sirius took a dramatic poise, lifting his arms wide before giving Mrs. Weasley an innocent expression that even put the one the twins wore to shame. “Who me? Why I would never encourage those two to do anything.”

Harry couldn’t help it between Mrs. Weasley’s anger and Sirius playfulness it became too much; laughter bubbled out of him. Mrs. Weasley shrugged her shoulders before turning around to hide her own smile. “Well Harry here needs to eat; he is nothing but skin and bones.” Mrs. Weasley went fixing a plate for him; probably with way more food than I can eat; at least it will taste great.

“Now pup let’s get you settled in…Then you can come back down so Molly… here…. can stuff you till your round.” Sirius said with maybe a little too much mischievousness.

Following Sirius through the gloomy hallways of Grimmauld Place, Harry couldn’t believe how dark some of the rooms looked; some to the point of depressing. Stopping at the top floor Sirius pointed to one door, “That is mine and Remus’s room.” Then pointing to the door across the hall, “That one is yours but due to space you will have to share it with the twins.”

He was confused he thought that Mrs. Weasley would have made sure that he and Ron had the same room. “Why the twins? What was the prank they played?”

Sirius only smiled as he ushered Harry into his rooms; closing the door before speaking. “This is the only room in the house that we can speak honestly. Believe it or not both those questions are related. You see Ron kept going on and on about all the things you and him where going to do once you arrived. He was acting as if you two were still best friends.” Sirius grinned, “It was so bad the twins where even becoming annoyed by their brother till one of them exploded saying that you two weren’t even friends anymore.” Sirius with a thoughtful expression on his face, “I had to make sure that those two were on your side so I implied that they should prank their brother, they took the bait plus some. Ron is probably still scared to even come close to the stairs in fear of the spiders falling on him. So those two passed my test and they will bunk with you.” Sirius finished with a flourish of his hands and a satisfied smile.

Harry laughed at the antics of his Godfather, how couldn’t he; only Sirius would think that a proper test of character would be a prank. so far the twenty minutes he had been at Grimmauld place had been pretty good and it looked like he had some help to stay away from Ron, and protection from Mrs. Weasley’s scissors.

Lunch was wonderful and what made it even better was Ron was still too scared to come down the stairs; the only thing missing was that Hermione hadn’t shown up yet. There was so much he needed to tell her and many things he wanted her opinion on that he was nearly bouncing in his seat in anticipation waiting for her to show up.

Just when he couldn’t take it anymore and was about to ask when his best friend was going to show up; a shriek and a face full of hair greeted Harry. “I have missed you so much.” He tried to smile and answer but Hermione’s arms were only banding tighter, cutting off needed air.

Hermione finally let go, letting him take a deep breath and smiling at his friend, “I missed you too Mione.” Giving her another hug he was able to whisper into her ear, “I need to talk to you.” Hermione stepped back tilting her head to the side nodding her head that she had heard. She then went on to explain all about her summer her voice so excited that her words were running into each other. Harry knew it was a tactic to cover up the brief serious moment they shared. In many ways Hermione was beyond brilliant and sometimes could be scary in what she knew or could figure out.

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Later that night Harry was still talking to Hermione, well to be honest she was still talking while he nodded smiling to all the stories she was telling. Both were sitting close together their heads almost touching as she continued to whisper excitedly when Ron braved the stairs. Harry knew instantly when the red head came into the room, because the relaxation in the room instantly turned into something strained as Ron glared at the them sitting on the couch.

Harry looked at him crossing his arms over his chest lifting his eyebrow before addressing his ex-best friend in the coldest voice he learned over the summer. “Is there something we can help you with?” He knew the posture, voice and mocking attitude he was giving would remind Ron of Draco, but in this situation he felt it was fitting.

Harry watched as Ron’s face grew redder and redder, it was almost comical how you could watch the redness grow upwards on his face as a thermometer would do the same as the temperature would increase. Once the redness reached Ron’s hairline, he knew there would be an explosion. What an explosion it was with spittle flying as Ron screamed his displeasure.

“I can’t believe you…I thought we were best friends? I come down here to play a game of chess with you…and…and you’re with Mione whispering. You can great her… But you can’t come and say hello to me?”

Harry cut it off there, the things that Ron was saying was making it too hard for him to keep the same cold mask in place. Where did Ron think that they were still friends? “First of all…We are not friends…So why would I come and say hello to you? And if we are not friends why would we play a game of chess? The only one who is my friend in this room is Mione.”

“You…Self absorbed, attention, seeking git….I should have let you sit by yourself on the train in first year.” Ron ran from the room, nearly tripping on himself to get away.

Hermione and Harry looked at each other, both laughing knowing; laughing was a better solution than getting angry. He figured that this was just the start of the arguments that he was going to have in the two weeks they would be spending in Grimmauld Place. I almost wish Draco was there, even if they were fighting, Draco was a lot better to argue with than Ron ever could. What with Ron not even having the intelligence to come up with a witty comeback.

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That night at dinner everyone had shown up, it was near bursting with people; even with the dining table and kitchen magically expanded for everyone to fit. Harry was almost claustiphobic with the amount of bodies in the room, and that didn’t include the steaming mounds of food; full of every kind of dish Mrs. Weasley could make. Luckily he was able to get a seat that was between Sirius and Hermione so he felt a little more at ease.

Even Dumbledore came for dinner, after seeing the Headmaster come in Sirius took him to the side whispering that it was because there was going to be an order meeting tonight. But that didn’t help his nerves calm down. He was told as an Elf he was a natural occulmens but that still didn’t stop the fear of thinking that Dumbledore could read his thoughts. Just to be safe he tried every trick in the book he knew; to keep his mind free and clear of all thoughts.

The problem with that is once you try not to think of anything, is when you think of everything. When everyone started dishing up their plates, he remembered Draco and how even after his punishment was over would still serve Harry’s first. Leading to other thoughts of the blond; how he would do everything in his power to make sure he had fun this summer. Even risking punishment, a small chuckle escaped him; at some of the more outrageous plans Draco had come up with; which he quickly covered when he saw Severus glaring at him from across the table.

That was another topic he didn’t want to think about was Severus, how the potions master gave up everything and how he became so bitter towards life. Harry wished there was something he could do for the Elf, with everything he had sacrificed he deserved something in return.

He couldn’t help but think of Dumbledore next; how all this started because the Headmaster was so power hungry. Everyone he had met this summer would have had such a different life if it wasn’t for him. What would it have been like if both Harry and Draco had grown up in the Elven Realm, without the animosity holding them back? There were just too many variables to think about how everything could have been different. But if Harry had grown up in the Elven Realm he would never had met Hermione.

Harry didn’t know what he would have done if he couldn’t have met the witch sitting next to him. He couldn’t wait to tell her everything he had found out; he knew she would make sense of everything. One thing was for sure was he knew he could trust his best friend, and it was one of the things he was not going to give up. He would have to just make all the other Elves see what a truly wonderful person Hermione was, and how much they all would need her help in the coming future.

“I am so happy everyone could join us including you Harry.” Dumbledore stood up from the head of the table he proclaimed; letting the twinkle in his eye catch everyone’s at the table. Harry watched everyone closely to see what expression they had. The twins looked at each other both with misgiving looks on their faces. Hermione almost looked a little green when the Headmaster caught her eye. Whereas Ron was preening under the twinkling stare, along with everyone else; except the Elves, who kept neutral expressions on their faces.

Dumbledore stopped his gaze on him, letting it linger for a moment. Harry had the distinct impression that the Headmaster wanted him to say something but instead he dropped his gaze not wanting to let anything slip if he were to say anything. Sometimes it was better to say nothing, than something stupid.

“Now my boy…” Dumbledore said with his gaze still trained on Harry. “You have gotten yourself in a bit of trouble.” The Headmaster stopped as Harry’s face started to blush from the trouble he had gotten himself into. “But there is no need to worry; with a little bit of string pulling here and there I was able to drop the charges.” Harry’s head snapped up sharply, that was a little bit suspicious I mean it was only this morning when it happened. “We will still have to do a trial for appearances sake, but there will be nothing for you to fear, I will be there.”

There was no way Harry couldn’t say nothing after what Dumbledore had said, dropping his face back down to avoid eye contact saying, “Thank you Sir…”

“No need for a ‘thank you’ my boy…I would feel amiss if I didn’t do something to help” Dumbledore continued to speak but everything that he heard was a blur, it could not have been some type of coincidence with the dementor attack and the charges being dropped so quickly. Something was defiantly going on.

Harry was brought out of his thoughts when he felt a pulling on his sleeve; looking up he met the concerned eyes of Hermione. “Come on Harry they need to use the room for an Order meeting.” Harry got up following his friend out of the room, he wanted to take Hermione to Sirius room so he could talk to her; but Ron followed them out. Ron made such a pest of himself that they couldn’t find a moments peace, as soon as they lost him he would pop up a few seconds later.
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