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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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Surprises, Potions and Misunderstandings
When Harry awoke it was to find himself alone in Draco's massive bed. He sat up and looked around for the young man but when he didn't see him anywhere he called for Elsie.
The Elf appeared with a pop and asked him what he wanted.
"Where is your master?" Harry asked quietly.
"Master is downstairs with Mr Alonzo. He requests Mr Potter's presence when Mr Potter feels ready," Elsie replied before disappearing once more.
Curious Harry headed into the bathroom to check his reflection quickly and smooth his hair down, as much as it was possible with his untameable mop, before heading down the stairs. He found Draco standing in the main room at the bottom of the stairs with an older man, probably in his 30s. He was holding a large, black drape of fabric over his arm and talking animatedly to Draco about…something.
They both looked up as Harry entered the room and the older man; Harry figured was Mr Alonzo, clapped excitedly and grinned at Harry.
"Ah, this is Mr Potter," he exclaimed brightly in a voice heavily laced with a French accent. "Hello, hello I am Alonzo," he greeted moving forward to shake Harry's hand. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr Potter."
Yep, Harry was rather used to his by now.
"Nice to meet you too, Sir," Harry replied politely and Alonzo smirked at Draco.
"My, my, he is a polite one isn't he," he said.
"He is at that," Draco agreed coming forward and ushering Harry further into the room. "Mr Alonzo is the man who made the clothes I gave you, Harry," Draco explained as they went.
"Oh, thank you," Harry said to the older man. "They were very nice."
"Ah, not as nice as what I have in mind for you now I've seen you my dear boy," Alonzo replied, an excited gleam in his eye.
"What?" Harry asked half confused half worried.
"Alonzo wants to design a wardrobe for you, something fitting to a wizard since you've grown up with muggles and they dress a little differently to us," Draco explained leading Harry over to one of the couches to sit him down. "But you do not have to accept if you don't want to," Draco told him gently. "Alonzo just doesn't know when to stop designing," he added with a wink in the other man's direction.
"Yes, Mr Malfoy is correct, I am terrible, it is an insatiable passion and requires an outlet at all times, so," he looked at Harry with pleading eyes, "please let me design for you, I will make your wardrobe beyond perfect just like Mr Malfoy's."
Draco threw Harry an apologetic smile before turning back to Alonzo. "Give Harry a minute to breathe, Alonzo, he's only just woken up," he ordered but it was in a light, friendly tone.
"Very well," Alonzo agreed dejectedly before holding up the black fabric. He looked from Harry to the fabric then back again. "I think the colour tone should suit him nicely," he announced before folding the fabric back over his arm.
"Good," Draco replied with a nod. "Thank you, Alonzo."
"And for the inside," Alonzo produced a set of fabric swatches out of…somewhere and came closer to Harry holding them up next to his face. He looked from Harry to the swatches and back again before pulling several out and handing them to Draco. "Which of these, any will work with his features?" he asked.
Draco studied them for a moment before looking at Harry and holding them out to him. "Which colour do you like better?" he asked.
Harry studied the swatches. They were single tone colours and appeared to be made of satin. One was emerald green, the next was ruby red and the last was a warm gold. "Um…why?" He asked quietly.
"It's a surprise," Draco replied. "Just pick which colour you like better."
Harry was confused but he pointed to the red. "That one I guess," he replied.
"Excellent," Alonzo replied pulling the swatches back. "I shall get started right away, it will not be long," he announced before heading toward the door. He turned back to face Draco before he headed out. "Please get him to at least consider my offer," he pleaded before disappearing through the doorway.
Draco sighed in exasperation. "Sorry about that, Alonzo's a little much to handle I know, but he's very good at what he does," he apologised.
"Why does he want to design a wardrobe for me?" Harry asked.
Draco shook his head. "He just enjoys dressing people, and when I mentioned you had dark hair and bright green eyes it was like watching a child light up on Christmas morning," Draco replied with a wry smile. "I'm sorry he ambushed you. How are you feeling?" he asked quietly.
"Okay I guess," Harry replied still too shocked after meeting Alonzo to know how he was feeling.
"Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat? It's a little after lunch time," Draco asked.
Harry thought about it for a moment before shaking his head. "No, I'm not hungry," he replied.
Draco nodded, "Okay." The Malfoy heir looked away for a moment before saying. "Hey, you've been couped up in here for a while recovering, now you're better would you like to see outside?" he offered.
Harry smiled and nodded. "Yeah, that sounds nice," he replied.
Draco helped him up off the couch and they headed outside. Harry had been out there earlier in the morning before they'd headed to his Aunt and Uncle's as well as when they'd come back but both times he'd been far too absorbed in his own thoughts to pay attention to his surroundings. Now that he was he couldn't help but be in awe of what he was seeing.
Malfoy Manor was a large, black, stone structure set in the middle of an open field which was surrounded on three sides by mountains. There were lovely gardens set into the front of the house full of exotic flowers and trees and creeping vines which climbed along the stone giving it an almost wild look. There was a large swimming pool set on one side of the manor with trees and greenery growing around it giving it an exotic feel while the other side of the yard was open and contained the driveway, a small garden for decoration and a few trees dotted here and there.
The back of the yard held the most interest for Harry. There were several gardens set into a circular shape all through the back yard and a large green house attached to the manor itself. There were small gaps between the gardens for people to walk through and set into the middle was a large gazebo type of structure with a lovely outdoor setting in the middle and several swinging chairs around the edges.
The grounds were beautiful and Harry was mesmerized by all the colours and scents surrounding him. "It's beautiful," he breathed.
"It is," Draco agreed. "It's lovely out here in the morning and late afternoon. When we have the time we sit out here on the swinging chairs and watch the sun disappear behind the trees over there," he pointed to an area where the mountains fell away revealing a lovely section of sky and forest.
"Do you get to do that often?" Harry asked.
"If we're home," Draco replied. "It's rare to get all of us at home at once sadly, but before I started going to Hogwarts we did it almost every afternoon."
"So, I know they're not here but, can we do it this afternoon?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Of course we can," Draco replied and Harry smiled.
"Thank you, I think it'll be really nice," he said softly and he would definitely enjoy watching the sun set with Draco while he had the chance. "So, what are all the plants in these gardens? Do you know them all?" he asked to distract his mind from thinking about the other things he'd like to be doing with the Malfoy heir on one of those chairs.
"I do actually," Draco replied and began to name them all. Some were normal garden variety plants even muggles grew, others Harry had only heard of at Hogwarts and others still he hadn't heard of at all. There were hundreds of different plants and Harry couldn't help but wonder what they were all for.
"Different things," Draco replied when he asked him. "The potions I've been making for you have all used ingredients from out here as well as others from the greenhouse," he explained. "The products in the bathroom my mother and I made from things out here."
"Wait a second, you made that?" Harry asked surprised.
Draco looked surprised by his shock. "Of course, I am the best potions student in all of Hogwarts, Harry, making mixtures like that is nothing compared to some of the potions I can create," he replied.
"Oh, I didn't mean to sound like I didn't think you were capable, I just didn't realise that was your own mixture. Can you teach me how to make it? I really like it," he asked hopefully.
"You…want to learn how to make a potion…while you're on holidays?" Draco asked and Harry didn't miss the shock in his voice.
"Yep," Harry replied with a grin. Shocked and confused Draco was kind of cute.
"Okay," Draco replied after a moment's thought. "Did you want it the same as mine or would you like to design your own?" he asked.
Harry thought about it. He really liked Draco's product and since discovering it that day in Draco's shower Harry had realised the lovely scent also clung to the young Malfoy making him smell the same. As such Harry had started to associate the scent with Draco and it made him feel calm and…dare he say it, safe, whenever he encountered it. For that reason it would be nice to have a bottle of Draco's mixture when he left the manor to remind him of the other boy and the time they'd spent together these holidays.
At the same time however he didn't want to get so used to the smell that he didn't notice it on Draco anymore and it consequently lost its effect on him. He mulled it over for a few moments before asking. "Can we make one of each?"
Draco frowned and nodded. "If you like," he replied heading over to the greenhouse and picking up two baskets from just inside the door. He handed one to Harry before leading the way back to the garden. "Do you remember the rules about bases, scents all of that from potions class? Were you listening when Snape explained it?" Draco asked.
"It may surprise you to know that yes I was listening and yes I do remember," Harry replied with a smirk.
Draco grinned back. "All right then." He pointed out toward the gardens. "All of them are labelled by what they are and what category they fall into. Find the scents you like and take a small clipping of each- oh do you know how to do that with your wand?"
Harry nodded
"Okay, take a small clipping of each and bring them back to me, just a tiny one off the end of a branch not too much, and I'll let you know if the scents are going to work together or clash. Once you've worked out the combination you like we'll get more of that plant and take it inside okay?" Draco finished.
"Okay," Harry agreed and headed over to look at the plants. It took quite a while for Harry to sort through all the scents but finally he had the ones he liked and he was taking them over to Draco. Draco had collected all the parts he usually used for his own mixture and ground them down ready to use while Harry was finding his. He sorted through Harry's quickly and told him which ones would work with what and by the time he was done Harry had four combinations to choose from, one of which Draco told him was very similar to the mixture Severus used so he instantly dismissed that one. In the end he asked Draco which one he liked better and decided to go with that one –he didn't tell the Slytherin he'd chosen that one so Draco would enjoy being close to him-.
They collected enough of each ingredient to make the potion and Draco showed Harry how to ground them all up so they were fine enough to use before they headed inside. Once they reached the inside of the manor, rather than heading upstairs like they would have if they were going up to Draco's room Draco lead him down a corridor that ran deeper into the bottom level of the manor. They passed several doors on both sides, the doors on the right had had runes on the outside while the ones on the left had paintings.
The first door on the left had a large, black dragon, with glittering scales like obsidians painted on the front, the second a large white dragon with scales that glittered like moonstones, the third another black dragon with a white mane and lastly, the door Draco stopped at, had a large, white dragon similar to the one on the second door only it had glittering emerald on the inside of its wings and a stripe of black that ran from its neck all the way down its body to the underside of its tail stopping at the tip.
Draco pressed his hand to the door and the dragon's glittering black eyes opened. It studied him for a moment before a small snarl left its lips and the door swung open. Draco led them inside and no sooner had they entered but there was a small flash of light and candles leapt to life around them. There were several set into the walls as well as several large candelabras placed strategically around the room and whole bunch set into a chandelier in the middle of the ceiling. All of the fixtures and candelabras were made of shining, black stone like the inside walls of the house and were ornately carved with large dragons and serpents.
The room itself had surprisingly little in it. There was a large, black, stone work bench built into the floor and raising up to perfect standing height with chairs positioned around the outside. There was a fireplace in one of the back corners with a rail set over the top for hanging a cauldron and the rest of the walls were lined with cupboards, smaller work benches and bookshelves. Draco led Harry over to the bench in the middle and told him to put his basket down. He then knelt down and pulled a medium sized cauldron out of a cupboard built into the back of the work bench that Harry would not have even noticed if Draco hadn't opened it.
He put the cauldron up on the bench before pulling out a couple of bowls, stirring utensils and a large, black, stone ring. With everything now on top of the bench he smiled over at Harry. "Okay, ready to start?" he asked.
XX
Several hours later they had almost finished both mixtures and Harry was helping Draco pour the first one into bottles while they waited for his to cool. Harry had to admit Draco made a very good teacher and it was amazing to watch him work. While he'd been teaching Harry how to mix the ingredients and the right flame to use they'd talked more about their lives up until now and what they wanted to achieve. Harry wanted to be an Auror and Draco wanted to be a potions master which Harry thought suited him.
They finished pouring the liquid into the bottles and corked them before Draco cast a cleaning spell on everything they'd used and headed over to find a quill to mark the bottles.
"How many of these would you like to keep?" Draco asked. "You can keep them all if you like but I'm not sure you'll get to use them all while they're still good."
They'd ended up making the body wash out of Draco's mixture and a shampoo and body wash out of Harry's. The shampoo lived for a year the body wash lived for eight months but since he had two lots of it Draco was right, he probably wouldn't get to use it all himself before it went out of date.
"How about I take three and you take the rest," Harry suggested.
Draco nodded. "Okay," he agreed.
"Did you want to keep some of mine?" Harry suddenly asked without realising the words were coming out. "You know, to remind you that you taught the apparently unteachable Potter," he added trying to save face."
Draco laughed. "Sure, I'd like that," Draco replied. 'Thanks."
Harry nodded and turned his attention back to the bottles on the table. He'd never liked potions but he'd had such a good time making these with Draco. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad learning about potions if Draco was his teacher.
"Oh, it's almost 6; did you want to watch the sunset?" Draco asked suddenly.
Harry agreed and they left the other potion to cool while they headed back outside. They headed over to the swinging chair Draco had mentioned earlier and sat down just as the sun was beginning its descent. Harry smiled as the golden ball sank lower, Draco hadn't been embellishing when he said it was beautiful. Harry glanced over at Draco beside him and froze. The light of the setting sun complimented him so beautifully, shining off his lovely platinum hair and sparkling in his gunmetal eyes making them look for all the world like molten quicksilver.
It should be a crime to be so beautiful but Harry was so absorbed in staring at the younger man he didn't care. The sunset was lovely but watching it play on Draco's skin was lovelier still.
As if Draco could feel Harry's eyes on him he turned to face him and froze himself when he saw he had Harry's attention. They just stared at each other for a minute before a warm smile crossed Draco's lovely features.
"The light of the setting sun really compliments you, Harry," he said softly and Harry barely managed to nod.
"You too," he replied barely above a whisper.
He looked down when he felt Draco's hand take his and he turned it over to slip his fingers through Draco's. He looked up again when he felt Draco's other hand glide along his face and he found Draco studying him intently. The Slytherin stroked Harry's cheek before pulling his fingers back and lifting them up to brush aside Harry's fringe. He saw Draco's eyes narrow slightly as they focused on his scar and he gently swiped his thumb over it.
Harry braced himself for the sting that usually accompanied anyone touching his constant reminder of Voldamort's existence only it never came. Instead he felt a warm tingling feeling flow through him and he gasped in shock drawing away from Draco's hand wide eyed.
The Slytherin looked surprised, guilty and hurt all at once and Harry felt really bad as his gunmetal eyes lost some of the warmth Harry had seen in them these last few days and he looked down.
"I'm sorry," he whispered pulling his other Hand out of Harry's and drawing them both back into his lap.
No, Harry didn't want this, Draco had been warming up to him, they'd been getting closer and Harry was enjoying it, he didn't want it all ruined before he'd even had the chance to know the other boy properly. He slid across the chair until he was right beside the Slytherin and took Draco's lovely hands in his.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I-"
"It doesn't matter," Draco cut him off pulling his hands away.
"No, Draco, really, let me explain," Harry asked quietly.
"You don't have to explain. I understand, really," Draco replied still not meeting Harry's eyes.
"But I-"
"It's fine, let's go inside," Draco cut him off once more standing up and heading back to the house before Harry could say anything else.
Harry watched him go not sure whether he should follow or not. He'd obviously upset Draco but he couldn't make it better if the other boy wouldn't let him explain. He looked over at the spot between the mountains they'd been watching and found the sun almost gone from view. He sighed internally at the thought that he'd not only upset the other boy, but he'd ruined the sunset for Draco as well.
Sighing quietly Harry stood, feeling more than a little depressed, and followed the Malfoy inside.
XX
end of chapter
ooh there's some drama unfolding, what's going to happen with our two favourite boys now? All will be revealed in the next chapter I promise.
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