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The Dragon Queen\'s Chosen	By : BlackDawnRose Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3152 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Nothing is ever really as it seems
The next time Harry opened his eyes there was daylight outside once more meaning he must have slept through the rest of the previous day. He did feel a little better though so he was grateful for the sleep and doubly grateful for Draco's dreamless sleeping potion. Speaking of Draco…
Harry rolled onto his back intending to get up and look for the young Slytherin. He was surprised beyond all belief when he turned to face the door and found the young Malfoy asleep on the bed beside him. It was then that Harry remembered Draco's promise to stay with him when he went to sleep. Draco had kept his promise…the thought made Harry smile.
He rolled carefully onto that side and propped himself up on his elbow to study the Malfoy heir. A Sleeping Draco was something Harry had never expected to see in his lifetime and he took a moment to savour the view in front of him. He had never denied that Draco was an incredibly attractive young man, with his alabaster skin, his perfect, gunmetal eyes, his platinum, blonde hair, his just-the-right-shade-of-red lips and his angelic face. He was the kind of boy who, if he smiled just right, could win over anybody or get anything he wanted and unfortunately he was all too aware of that fact.
Harry had always admired his beauty from afar, knowing the young Malfoy heir would never be at all interested in him that way and finding him impossible to be around when he opened his mouth. It had seemed like the safest option and Harry had never allowed himself to dwell on why he wanted to watch Malfoy at all because that just would have complicated his life further. Now however, with a quiet, sleeping Draco lying close enough for him to touch, Harry found those questions jumping to the forefront of his mind.
Draco looked even more gorgeous than normal right now, with his normally perfect hair sleep tousled and his face relaxed into a content expression. All Harry could think about right at that moment was how utterly perfect the other boy was and that scared him…a lot. He'd always been able to ignore his feelings for the Slytherin thanks to the other boy's penchant for being a right prat all the time, but he hadn't been at all unpleasant since he'd rescued Harry and now Harry found he had nothing he could use to push the attraction out of his head. Damn!
He found himself inching closer to the other boy before he even realised he was doing it and before he knew it his face was less than an inch from Malfoy's. He stopped breathing, frightened that the other boy would feel it on his face and consequently wake up and deck Harry very hard. He slowly regained control of his body once more and began to draw back from Draco, but suddenly found himself stopping when a thought flashed into his head.
Draco was asleep, Harry could just lean over and kiss those perfect lips, just once, and Draco would never have to know. Harry considered it for a moment. There was the whole issue of Draco waking up and catching him of course, but another one jumped into Harry's head; would he be able to stop at just one kiss? Once he'd had a taste of the perfect Slytherin's lips would he be able to stop himself from wanting another?
His dilemma was solved for him as Draco started to stir.
Harry lay down and closed his eyes pretending to be asleep and trying to make his breathing appear as even as possible. Even though he had his eyes closed he could tell when Draco's opened. He could feel those gunmetal eyes studying him for a moment before he heard the Slytherin sit up and quietly call Elsie. He heard the elf appear with a pop.
"Can Elsie be helping, Master?" the elf asked.
"Yes, what time is it, Elsie?" Draco asked.
"It be just after 7 in the morning, master," Elsie replied. "Would master be liking Elsie to prepare his breakfast now?" she asked.
Draco paused for a moment, probably in thought, before replying. "Yes thank you, Elsie. Could you prepare a tray for Mr. Potter too and send them both up here please, he should be waking from the sleeping draught I gave him very shortly."
"Of course, master," Elsie replied.
"Elsie, what's with that face?" he heard Draco ask the elf.
"There was no face, master, Elsie happy to be of service," the elf replied.
"Oh I know you're happy to serve me but I get the suspicion you do not share the same enthusiasm about Mr. Potter," Draco replied.
There was silence for a moment before Elsie spoke. "Elsie means no disrespect, Master, Elsie just worries about the Master. Mr. Potter does not speak to the master with respect and Elsie feels some anger toward Mr. Potter because of that, Master."
Draco chuckled quietly. "Mr. Potter and I have a complicated history, Elsie, we have not been friends in the past and Mr. Potter is entitled to be wary of me. Don't take it personally or worry about me because of it, his animosity toward me is my own doing. Hopefully over the next few days I'll be able to find a way to erase that animosity, at least a little anyway."
"Does the master desire a friendship with, Mr. Potter?" Elsie asked.
"The master would like a friendship with Mr. Potter very much, Elsie," Draco replied.
"Does the master desire to be more than friends with Mr. Potter? Like the Lord and-"
"I think that's enough questions about my friendships don't you, Elsie?" Draco interrupted her.
"Of course, master, sorry, master."
Harry heard Elsie disappear with a pop and listened for what Draco was going to do next. He heard the Slytherin sigh quietly before moving closer to Harry. He felt those gunmetal eyes studying him for a moment before he felt one of Draco's soft, nimble fingers brush some of his hair aside. He felt Draco pause for a moment before another sigh escaped the Slytherin and he slipped off the bed mumbling incomprehensively to himself. Harry heard the bathroom door shut quietly and he waited until he could hear the shower running before he cracked an eye open.
So, Draco wanted to be friends, he had almost snarled when Draco had refused to answer Elsie's question about wanting more, he would definitely have liked to know the answer to that one himself. It seemed impossible that Draco would want to be involved with Harry, but then again Harry had never imagined Draco saving his life and bringing him back to his mansion to care for him personally, and if Draco didn't want Harry that way wouldn't he have just told Elsie no? Then again it was hard to tell with Draco.
Harry lay on his back, staring at the patterns in the stone wall while he waited for Draco to re-emerge. The Slytherin was surprisingly quick in the shower and he emerged into the walk in robe only shortly after turning the water off, clad only in a towel with his hair still wet and messy.
Harry could have died happy right at that moment.
He bit his lip to keep in the groan that threatened to escape at the glorious site before him and was extremely thankful for the blanket covering his body when all his blood headed south. Draco looked down-right sexy standing in front of his clothes deciding what to wear, it made Harry want to sneak up behind him, pull him against his chest and kiss every stray drop of water from the soft skin of his perfect neck. Oh yeah, he had it bad!
He shook himself mentally, he shouldn't be thinking like this. He'd been raped less than 48 hours ago, sex should be the last thing on his mind…but it wasn't. Then again, how could it be when Draco Malfoy was standing just a few metres away from him, naked save for a towell. He watched the Slytherin entranced until the blonde turned around and headed back into the bathroom with his chosen outfit for the day in hand. Then, knowing Draco would be back out there in only a matter of minutes, Harry set his mind to thinking about other things, like Madam Pomphrey naked or Professor Dumbledore in Speedos, to try and get his south brain to calm down.
Yep, that did it, he was pretty sure the images would haunt him for the rest of his life, but they certainly had the desired effect…and not a moment too soon.
Draco emerged from the bathroom, looking delectably perfect as always in cream, tailored pants and an emerald turtleneck. He smiled when he saw Harry awake.
"Hi, how are you feeling this morning?" he asked moving to sit on the side of the bed next to Harry.
"Better, thank you," Harry replied.
"Good, I'm glad to hear it," Draco replied with a smile.
"No really, Draco, thank you," Harry said seriously. "You didn't have to save me, or take care of me, but I really appreciate it, thank you."
Draco's smile became warmer at Harry's words. "You're welcome," he replied quietly. "It was my pleasure, believe me."
For a moment their gazes locked and Draco's beautiful, gunmetal eyes drew Harry in to their shining depths. How could one man be so god damned beautiful? It was really doing a number on Harry's brain.
Their moment was interrupted by Elsie popping into the room with breakfast for them both and the young Slytherin helped get Harry's tray settled on his lap before climbing up onto the bed beside him to eat his own. Breakfast was perfect as it has been the previous day complete with the sparkling, orange tonic that Harry decided he must get the recipe for.
The meal was about halfway over when Draco spoke. "I meant to ask you yesterday, is there anyone I should contact to let them know you're okay?" he asked with a curious glance.
Harry thought about it, would Petunia and Vernon even care about where he was? Probably not, he imagined they were just glad to be rid of him again. "No," he replied wondering if Draco would tease him about it.
"Are you sure?" Draco asked quietly. "Weren't you staying with someone while you were on holidays?"
"My mother's muggle relatives," Harry replied. "But they like me about as much as you like muggles so they won't care where I am." He couldn't believe he was telling Malfoy all of this, but then again the other boy had admitted to wanting them to be friends.
"Are they cruel to you?" Draco asked quietly and Harry could hear a dangerous edge to the Slytherin's voice.
Harry thought about how to answer that. Yes his aunt and uncle were awful people as was Dudley but he wouldn't wish anything bad upon them, he wasn't like that, and the tone in Draco's voice told him the young Malfoy would be more than happy to hurt them right back if Harry said so.
That was surprising indeed.
"No, they just ignore me mostly," Harry only half lied.
Draco studied him for a moment before turning his attention back to his food. "What do you feel about them though?" he asked after a few moments. "Do you like them?" Draco asked.
"I don't hate them if that's what you're asking," Harry replied after a moment's thought. "I mean they did take me in after my parents died even though they weren't happy about it. Still, I won't miss them when I can finally move away," he admitted honestly.
"When are you planning on doing that?" Draco asked.
Harry shrugged. "When school's finished hopefully," he replied sipping his draught.
Draco nodded again and had another bite of his eggs. After another few moments he spoke again. "I can't imagine what that would be like," he said softly a slightly faraway look in his eyes that hinted at sadness.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked concerned.
"Not having your parents with you, having your family not want you, wanting to get away from them, the thought is so alien to me. It must be hard for you," he said looking at Harry sadly.
Harry nodded. "It is and it isn't," he replied honestly. "I mean I would have loved to have the opportunity to know my parents and grow up with them, but since I never got that chance I can't really miss it, do you know what I mean?"
Draco nodded. "I guess," he replied sipping his drink. "I can't imagine life without my family, honestly the very prospect scares me," he admitted not looking up.
Well wasn't that something? Harry had always been curious about Draco's relationship with his parents. They didn't seem like a particularly loving family on the outside, but then again some people kept their private lives a lot more private than others.
"Can I ask you something?" Harry asked.
"Of course," Draco replied looking up at Harry again.
"Please don't take this the wrong way because I'm not trying to be cruel of judgemental, but your father doesn't really seem like the loving, caring sort, is he like that all the time?" Harry asked.
A warm smile spread across Draco's face and he got that far away look in his eyes once more only this time it was full of happiness. "No," he replied quietly, "no he's not. When we're alone he's a completely different person."
He came back to reality after another few moments and looked at Harry with a bright smile. "My father has a very difficult job, and, as I'm sure you can probably imagine, people who work in any kind of government office or important ministry post are targets for acts of violence or bribery or anything of that sort. My father acts the way he does toward me on the outside because he wants people to think the way I imagine you did before you asked me this question; that he cares nothing for me at all. If people think that, I'm less likely to be a target for those wanting to blackmail my father or use me against him in other ways. The thing is it couldn't be further from the truth. Underneath all the politics and lies my father loves me more than anything. He loves me more than my mother, more than his job, more than our mansion or our abundance of money. He loved me more than he respected his own father which is really saying something in our family." Draco broke off and smiled. "My parents love me a lot, Harry, I'm very lucky," he said quietly.
Harry smiled back, that was nice to hear. "So where are they at the moment? Why aren't you with them?" he asked curiously.
Draco pulled a face. "They're…visiting my father's relatives," he replied. "There was an issue with one of my uncles that needed to be dealt with so they're there at the moment. As for why I'm not with them, well, that comes back to the whole they love me thing," he said with a tight smile. "My father's relatives are not nice people; in fact they're really not nice people. You know how my father is on the outside? Well they're like that all over and they hate me," he explained.
"Why?" Harry asked disturbed by that thought.
Draco thought about it for a moment before replying. "When I was born I was…I was born too early and I wasn't well for a while. My grandfather's mentality was that I was wrong or cursed somehow and that was why my mother went into labour too early. He ordered my father to kill me, which my father vehemently refused. My parents stayed by my side in the hospital until I was well enough to leave and then my father moved us here to keep me away from the rest of his relatives. I have not seen them since and I never will," he explained.
"Draco that's…that's awful…I'm sorry," Harry said quietly.
Draco shrugged. "What can you do? Family aren't everything … well, that's not true, family are worth everything, relatives aren't and yes I make the distinction. I'm not sad about it. I felt sorry for my father when I heard the story thinking that I'd caused him to lose his family, but he told me, in no uncertain terms, that the rest of his relatives meant nothing to him and I shouldn't worry about it. He said they were horrible people and he was glad to be rid of them, my mother told me the same thing," he finished looking down at his cup.
"So if your father hates the rest of his family, why are your parents there helping them at the moment?" Harry asked curious.
"That particular uncle is the least hateable of them all. He at least kept in touch with my father after we moved here," Draco explained. "Plus the rest of the world doesn't know about the rift in our family so if they didn't go it would look very bad."
Harry nodded looking down at his plate which was now empty.
"Can I ask you something now?" Draco asked quietly.
Harry looked up and nodded.
"Does it bother you being here?" he asked quietly. "Would you rather be at home with your mother's muggle relatives?"
"No," Harry answered immediately. "Don't get me wrong it's unusual, I never expected to be in your house, let alone your bedroom, or your bed. For that matter I never imagined you and I having any sort of conversation that didn't involve insults, but no, I don't want to go back there. Despite the fact that I'm pretty sure your house elf hates me I feel more comfortable here. I should probably give you back your bed at some point," Harry scanned the giant, blackwood marvel and looked back at Draco with raised eyebrows. "Although it's big enough that you, me and an entire Quiddich team could sleep in here and not bump into each other."
Draco laughed, really laughed, it was a beautiful sound. "What can I say, I like to stretch out," he said with a grin causing Harry to chuckle along with him. When the laughing died down Draco looked at Harry considerately for a moment. "Your healing is going to take about another three days or so and I wouldn't suggest you move too far until that time passes. After that though it is entirely up to you; I can get you a room of your own, there's plenty in the manor, you can head home to your muggle relatives or floo to the Weasleys if that's what you want, or you can stay right here, the choice is yours," he offered.
Harry studied the other boy for a moment wondering what he should do. The Weasleys were away on holidays at the moment and while they had offered for him to go with them he hadn't wanted to intrude on their family time together. He could go and join them if he wanted to, he was sure they wouldn't mind, but did he really want to? For the first time in his life he was spending time with Draco and not wanting to throttle him. In fact, aside from the injuries, he was finding his time with Draco rather pleasant so far. If he walked away now he would most likely never have a chance like this again and if he were being honest, he would be more than a little annoyed with himself if he threw it away.
"Look, how about I let you think about it for a couple of days, okay?" Draco offered slipping off the bed and heading for the door taking his and Harry's tray with him. "I have some things I need to attend to so I'll leave you alone for a while. Would you like to have a shower?" he asked.
Harry thought about it for a moment and nodded. Elsie appeared out of nowhere and took the trays from Draco and he returned to the bedside and helped Harry to his feet. He got Harry to the bathroom and grabbed him a couple of towels out of the cupboard on the far wall, that Harry wouldn't have even noticed was there if Draco hadn't opened it. He left Harry alone then, closing the door behind him. Harry stripped off the boxers he was wearing and turned on the shower. He climbed in as soon as the water was at a decent temperature.
The water running over his skin felt like heaven and he just stood there for a moment allowing the wonderful heat to loosen the tight muscles in his back. Draco had told him he was more than welcome to use any of the bathroom products so he washed his hair and his body thoroughly. Whatever the products were they smelled amazing, like someone had taken the essence of the earth, a spring breeze and the most wonderfully perfumed rose and added moonlight to it. The scent washed through the room surrounding Harry in a mist of fragrance and he felt a sense of calm settling over him immediately.
When at last he came back to himself he turned the water off and stepped out of the shower grabbing one of the towels Draco had left on the sink to dry himself with. He'd just finished with his hair when he realized he didn't have anything to get dressed in.
A pop behind him alerted him to Elsie's arrival in the room and the Elf was holding a pile of clothing out to him. "Master told Elsie to give these to Mr. Potter. He said they were ordered in your measurements and would fit you," she said.
Harry took the bundle of clothing from the elf and she vanished once more. He put the bundle on the bench and picked each item up to look at what it was. There was a pair of black, satin boxers, a pair of soft, black trousers, a ruby red, turtleneck top and a long, black jumper. Harry pulled the clothes on carefully before looking in the mirror to study his reflection. The clothes fit well and suited him too. He definitely had to remember to thank Draco for them and ask when he'd bought them.
He ran his fingers through his hair and curled a few strands around his fingers before nodding to himself and limping back out of the bathroom. He found Elsie remaking the bed and decided he would head downstairs to look for Draco so he could thank him. He headed out of the room and down the stairs being careful not to jolt anything too much, which was an achievement since he was still rather sore. He was halfway down the incredibly long staircase when he heard voices and froze. Draco had said his parents weren't returning for a while yet didn't he? Had they returned early?
After a few moments he crept closer so he could get a better idea of who it was. He was almost at the bottom of the stairs when he heard Draco laugh and he paused when another masculine voice joined in along with a feminine giggle. So, more than one person was down there with Draco then. He reached the last step and after taking a deep breath he peered around the corner where the voices were coming from to see if he could see anyone. He was surprised to find Draco, seated on the floor in front of the fireplace smiling into the fire. It was a testament to Harry's muggle upbringing that it took him a moment to realize someone was flooing in to the house and Draco was having a conversation with them.
The young Malfoy was smiling happily as a female voice explained something to him and after another few moments he laughed again along with the same two voices as before. He hadn't noticed Harry yet so Harry moved back and headed soundlessly back up the stairs not wanting to intrude on the young Malfoy's private conversation.
"Oh, mother you didn't!"
Harry froze when he heard that, Draco must be talking to his parents which would mean…
"She most certainly did, Draco, it took hours to get it all sorted," another laughing voice replied to Draco's question and Harry found himself in a state of shock. That other voice was Lucius and not only was he laughing he sounded…friendly. Never in his life had Harry ever expected to hear Lucius Malfoy speak kindly to anyone, it was dizzying.
The three of them laughed some more and this time when they calmed down he heard Lucius ask. "So how have things been at the manor? Is everything okay?"
"Everything's fine," Draco replied.
"And what about you, how are you, Draco?" Lucius asked with so much caring Harry nearly fainted.
"I'm good, father," Draco replied and Harry could hear the warm smile in his voice. "How are you going with the relatives?" he asked in return.
"I would gladly come home this instant, but things are going as well as could be expected," Lucius replied. He heard the older man sigh before he said. "I miss you, Draco, this place feels so awfully oppressive at any time but it's made all the worse by the lack of your presence. I'm so sorry we had to leave you on your own these holidays, you know I would much rather be there with you," Lucius said in a voice laced with regret.
"We all would." Harry froze when another voice spoke…that sounded disturbingly like…no it couldn't be.
"I know, I'd like you to be here too, but it's okay, you know I understand. Besides, we can make up for it next holidays, it's not like we're never going to see each other again," Draco replied reassuringly.
"Still, it feels wrong, not being with you while we can. This little incident couldn't have come at a worse time," Narcissa -Harry guessed it was her anyway- said.
"How have your holidays been, Draco, did you go out with your friends the other night like you were going to?" Lucius asked.
"My holidays have been…interesting, I've managed to finish plenty of the studying you assigned me before you went away so I've been working on a few new projects which I'll show you when you get home. As far as the other night I did go out with the others, although not for very long," Draco replied and Harry detected a hint of anger in the young Malfoy's voice.
"Really? Why, what happened?" Narcissa asked concerned.
He heard Draco sigh. "They said they wanted to go out but they wouldn't say where. We thought a party or something of the like. It turned out they were planning a prank on one of the muggle-born students from the school," Draco half said half growled.
"Wait a minute, you don't mean-?" Narcissa began and Draco cut her off.
"They took us to muggle London, yes," he replied bitterly.
There was a collective gasp before he heard Lucius speak again. "So what happened?" he asked half worriedly half angrily.
"I figured out where we were and left," Draco replied. "I certainly didn't want to be in the muggle world and I knew you would definitely not want me there so I headed home."
"Are you all right though? Did anything happen to you?" Narcissa asked worriedly.
"I'm fine, nothing happened to me, however…" Draco trailed off and sighed. "Mother, I hate muggles, they're disgusting animals!" he snarled quietly.
"Well of course they are, Draco, but what makes you say so now?" Lucius asked quietly.
"I ran into a group of them attacking a wizard on my way home," Draco snarled quietly. "I doubt they had any idea he was a wizard but still…" he trailed off. "They didn't see me, but I hurt them, badly," he admitted quietly. "I know you would have preferred I didn't risk myself or our world that way, but he was only my age, I couldn't leave him to them. It just made me so angry!"
"You weren't hurt though?" Lucius voice asked quietly.
"No," Draco replied.
"And you weren't seen?" the other voice Harry was sure he recognised asked.
"No," Draco replied again.
"Then what's done is done. Did you kill any of them?" Lucius asked.
"No, I nearly did but I managed to refrain," Draco replied.
"How is the young wizard?" Narcissa asked.
"He's recovering, I am seeing to it," Draco replied.
"Is he there in the manor with you?" Lucius asked warily.
"At the moment, yes. You need not worry though; he cannot go anywhere you would not allow a guest. All the wards are activated and tended to thoroughly," Draco explained.
"I'm not worried about the manor, Draco, I'm worried about you," Lucius replied exasperated. "Once someone passes through the outer wards of our territory all you have to protect you is your wand and your jewels, and while I know you're more than capable when it comes to magic you're still only young."
"Don't get so worked up, Lucius, I'm sure Draco would not have brought someone into the manor if he felt they could not be trusted," Narcissa said in a calming tone. "Besides, at least Draco is not alone, he has some company even if it's only for a little while," she reasoned.
"Everything is fine, father," Draco reassured the older Malfoy. "I have my jewels with me; I'm perfectly safe I promise you. Besides, mother is right, I have company for a little while at least and he's very pleasant to talk to, please don't worry."
"We can't help worrying, Draco, you know that," the other male voice said quietly.
"Yes I know, you can't help worrying about me any more than I can help worrying about you," Draco replied, "but believe me, I have more reason to worry about you right now that you have to worry about me, honestly. And on that subject, please take care of yourselves while you're there. I am truly terrified for you and I hate that I'm not there. I know it's your job to worry about me not the other way around, but I am not going to feel right until you are back here where I can physically touch you," Draco said worriedly.
"We're fine, Draco," the other male voice reassured the young Malfoy.
"I know you are right now and I know you're all cautious people who will take every precaution to prevent harm to yourselves and each other, but I would sooner place my life in the hands of a Liken than trust those people, relatives or not. Just be careful, please," Draco pleaded quietly.
"We will, Draco," Narcissa replied quietly. "And you do the same, all right."
"I will, I promise," Draco replied.
"We must go, different time zone and all," the other male voice said regretfully.
"I know," Draco replied a little sadly. "I miss you," he said quietly.
"We miss you too, Draco," Narcissa replied just as quietly.
"We love you, Draco," Lucius said softly. "We'll see you soon all right."
"I love you too," Draco replied. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Draco," all three voices replied in synch and Harry heard the floo shut off.
Harry waited a moment before heading back down the rest of the stairs and peering out. Draco was still sitting in front of the fireplace staring into the flames, a sad expression in his lovely, gunmetal eyes. That decided it as far as Harry was concerned, he was going to stay here with Draco for the rest of the summer, or, at least until his parents came home. He knew how hard it was to be all alone and after everything Draco had done for him the last few days the least Harry could do was stay and keep the Malfoy heir company.
Decided he headed out into the open area and over to the other boy. "Hey," he greeted quietly.
Draco's head snapped up, obviously he hadn't heard Harry's approach, and Harry saw a hint of tears in Draco's lovely eyes.
"Harry," Draco greeted him quietly in return before standing up and moving over to meet him halfway. "You should be in bed," he chastised softly taking Harry's arms gently in his hands and leading him over to the couch to sit.
Harry winced as his backside touched the chair but the pain wasn't as bad as he'd expected it to be –he loved that damn healing draught-. "I wanted to come down and say thank you," Harry replied as Draco propped pillows up around him to make him more comfortable.
"What for?" Draco asked curiously.
"The clothes," Harry replied pointing to the jumper he was wearing.
Draco looked momentarily confused before it obviously dawned on him what Harry was talking about and he smiled. "Oh, it was nothing really. I realized yesterday I had no idea where you were staying over the holidays and you'd need something to wear eventually. I took your measurements with my wand and sent them over to the family tailor. I got you a few other things too they should be arriving this afternoon."
"Thank you, you didn't have to do that," Harry said with a smile.
"You're welcome," Draco replied his smile widening a little.
Harry looked down at his hands then and asked. "I heard voices on my way down, were you talking to your parents?" he asked not wanting Draco to know he'd been listening.
"Yeah," Draco replied looking away too. "They're doing okay, still don't know when they'll be home though," he finished looking back up at Harry with a tight smile.
"I'm sorry, it must be hard for you," Harry said softly.
Draco looked down again. "It's a part of life," he said softly. "I've been a little spoilt up until now with the amount of time I get with my parents, not everyone has that," he finished looking up at Harry again and like earlier in the day Draco's soft, gunmetal eyes drew Harry in. He wanted to hug the other boy's pain away while at the same time wanting to disappear completely into the Slytherin's arms and never leave. He knew how wonderful it felt to be held by the young Malfoy after the previous evening and he craved the return of that feeling, even if the idea was completely crazy and if Ron knew about this he'd think Harry had gone nuts.
Not wanting to make an idiot out of himself by staring too long Harry spoke. "I…ah, I want to stay here…with you," he stammered and mentally kicked himself for it. "If you don't mind," he added when Draco's eyes widened in surprise.
The young Slytherin smiled and Harry was sure his heart stopped for a few moments. "I'd like that," he replied brightly and Harry felt himself smiling right back.
"Yeah, I think I would too," he replied.
Draco took a breath and stood up. "Okay then, I guess we'll have to organise to get your things from your mother's relatives, I'm assuming there's things there you'll be wanting. Are they going to give us any trouble if we go and pick them up?" he asked.
Harry shook his head. "I doubt it; I imagine they'll be glad to be rid of me for the rest of the summer. I can go and get them myself though you don't have to come; I doubt your parents would be all that thrilled with the idea of you being in the muggle world."
Draco waved his hand. "We won't be there long and I'm not about to let you go alone, who knows what could happen to you," he said a tinge of worry in his voice.
Harry didn't argue with him this time although he'd do his best to keep Draco out of his aunt and uncle's house, the last thing he wanted was his uncle anywhere near the young pureblood.
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end of chapter.
So what did we think? Were you surprised by the nice Lucius? What about Harry's response to Draco when he comes out of the shower and what he has to think about to cure his little problem?
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