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Harriett Black	By : CaMe Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5178 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Harriett Black

Author: Ca

Warnings: slash, plotlessness, fluff, sap, angst, drama, romance, humor

Pairing: Draco/Harry

Notes: I�m not so good with this complicated plotness, so forgive me if it�s too dramatic or it moves too fast. I welcome any kind of review, flame or otherwise. I hope everyone likes it� and thanks to Chels! (she helped me come up with the plot ^___~). Furthermore, I wrote this part, but Me has been rping it with me since. Sorry if it gets confusing�

Disclaimer: Er� it�s J.K.�s story, but �Harriett� is my character (not that I care if you steal her *shrug*). Oh, and I stole Jack McFarland from Will & Grace. Thanks, NBC!
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Harry stumbled into the Great Hall, late and disheveled, per usual.

�What�s up, Harry?� Ron asked. Harry just shrugged, he never was much of a morning person. He sat down wobbly, idly going through his schedule that day while eating his porridge on toast, oblivious to the disgusted faces the other Gryffindors were making.
Historical Magic� Defense Against the Dark Arts� Double Potions� Divination� Herbology�What a.. *colourful* day, he thought wryly. Just then a distressed white ball of fluff came out of nowhere and thwacked him in the head.

�Hedwig?� he managed groggily. His eyes lit up when he untied the letter. �Snuffles!� he exclaimed with glee. Hermione and Ron peered over either shoulder as he unfurled the parchment. But when he saw the note he saw not green scrawl, but loopy, elegant red script.

Harry,
I hope sixth year is going well for you. Keep your DADA grade up! You�ve probably noticed the change in handwriting by now. Padfoot couldn�t write (he�s on a mission for your headmaster) so I (Moony) took it upon myself to write you (not to imply that such a thing is a chore, I rather enjoy speaking with you).
,
Back to business. Padfoot and myself have decided you could use a change of scenery, and do some work for the Order while you�re at it. Do speak to that headmaster of yours when you get a moment, I�ve already run it by him, and he seems open to the idea. Anyhow, we would like you to do a simple undercover mission, The headmaster will fill you in in more detail.

I will be contacting you by floo (I would like to speak to you regarding adoption and your current place of residence.) and, don�t worry, Padfoot�s just fine. He�ll send you word soon if at all possible.

Sincerely,

Moony

Harry blinked owlishly. Remus wants to adopt *me*�?� Harry stood up immediately, tucking the parchment into his robes.

�Harry?� Hermione called worriedly. Harry didn�t hear her, he just kept walking over to the staff table.

�Professor Dumbledore?�

�Oh, my, Mr. Potter,� Dumbledore spoke with affection and care. �Whatever can I help you with?�

�May I speak with you.. privately?�

�Of course, Mr. Potter,� Dumbledore�s eyes twinkled with laughter. He got up and began walking Harry to his office.

�What seems to be the problem, Harry?�

�Professor Lupin sent me a letter stating that I should come speak with you soon, I thought the sooner the better��

�Of course, Mr. Potter! Dear Remus� Well, I suppose you would like to know about this undercover mission of yours, would you not?�

�Very much so, sir.� Dumbledore cleared his throat.

�Well, you see, Harry, now that Lucius Malfoy is tucked away in Azkaban Malfoy Manor has become quite a safe haven�� Harry�s eyes widened to saucers.

�You� you want me to stay with the Malfoys?� Harry squeaked. Dumbledore chuckled.

�In disguise, of course.�

�How do you suppose I disguise this?� Harry lifted up his tousled hair to reveal his scarred forehead.

�Glamour charms, of course, and if all else fails, we�ll improvise. I know you�re good at that. Now, run along, Harry. Professor Binns shouldn�t be too upset, you�re only a few minutes late.�

�Yes, sir.�

�What did Professor Dumbledore have to say, Harry?�

�Er� Nothing much, Herm,� Harry bit his lip. Hermione shook her head in disapproval, but left Harry to his own devices.

�Harry?� Harry?� Remus�s voice called through the Gryffindor common room. Harry snapped awake.

�Re�mus?�

�So sorry, Harry. Did I wake you?�

�Quite alright,� Harry yawned. �Where are you, by the way?� Harry was now quite awake.

�At the Black house, of course,� Remus said cheerfully. Harry blushed.
�Right, so� Whose your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?�

�Professor McFarland.�

�Sounds familiar�� Remus thought for a moment. �Anyhow, did Headmaster Dumbledore explain everything to you?�

�Er� not exactly. He did tell me I had to go to Malfoy Manor for the hols in some sort of glamour disguise. He didn�t say what kind of disguise��

�Yes, well, we--Sirius!� Harry had to snicker as his godfather pushed his way into the fireplace.

�Harry? That you, boy?� Sirius raised an eyebrow, and just looked so ridiculous Harry had a very hard time holding in his laughter. �Don�t listen to Rem� here, I had nothing to do with this daft plan� But I will tell you what he came up with, alright?� Harry nodded. �Well, to be blunt, Harry, we�re going to glamour you in drag.�

�Wh-what?!� Harry choked.

�I told you he was daft! Oof!� Harry chuckled as Remus pushed Sirius back out of the fireplace.

�I know this isn�t your first choice for serving the Order, but I think it might do you some good to forget who you are� what you are, even if just for a bit. So in two days find Professor Dumbledore and have him use that glamour magic.. I�ll send some muggle make-up if you have to improvise a bit. Oh, and, Harry?�

�Yes, Remus?�

�Would you be interested in having two godfathers?� Harry allowed a slow smile to spread across his face.

�You bet!� Remus beamed.

�I�ll get the adoption papers in order ASAP�� he rolled his eyes. �Here, talk to Padfoot once more.�

�Did you hear about those horrid Dursley relatives of yours?�

�What about them?�

�You-Know-Who offed �em. So by this time next year you�ll be staying with us, no questions asked.�

�Why, Snuffles, that�s great!�

�Well, I�ll let you sleep now. Do sleep in your dorm though, Harry.� Sirius winked and then his face was gone from the flames.

�Remus and Snuffles� together?!� Ron fumed �When were you planning on telling us?�

�When he adopted me.� Harry grinned. Ron went white.

�Oh, Ron, calm down! I think it�s cute!� Hermione squealed. Ron just shook his head.

�This is what I have to deal with.� Harry snorted. Just then Draco rounded the corner and plowed right into him. Draco�s stuff went everywhere. Harry bent down on all fours to help him pick up the mess. �Harry!� Ron hissed. �Don�t help that git!� Harry realized for a minute what he was doing� Why was he doing this? It certainly wasn�t because Draco looked so adorably lost and distressed� No, no, not that at all. But Harry continued to help him despite Ron�s obvious alarm. Hermione had to tug him in the opposite direction to get him to move.

�Let it be, Ron!� Hermione scolded.

�Are you alright, Malfoy?� An unreadable emotion crossed Draco�s face.

�No, no,� Draco gathered his things and brushed past Harry. �Just fine, Potter.�

What is wrong with me? I haven�t sneered at Potter in weeks! And just a few hours ago I was actually civil to him. I know I offered him my friendship in first year, but now I have appearances to uphold. Slytherins and Gryffindors simply don�t become friends. What makes me think he would want to be friends with me after five years of childish ridicule and humiliation? Because he�s Harry bloody fucking Potter, that�s what! The only person that saint could never forgive is Voldemort himself.

Now that my mother and I live alone it�s been pretty quiet around the house, a nice change to my father screaming and throwing things about. Mum says we have a nice young lady from the Black family staying for the Yule Hols� I�m sure she�d just love me to date her, but aren�t we already intermarried enough? Plus that awful Black man (Potter�s godfather, too!) is an escaped convict from Azkaban! But Mum says he�s just the black sheep and the rest of them are quite nice. All that bloody means is they�re just as obsessed with being purebloods as the Malfoys, which I�m almost embarrassed to be recently.

�Oh bloody hell!� I�ve gone and crashed myself into� Professor McFarland. Sodding Hufflepuff.

�Watch where I�m going, young sir and is or madam!� Draco glowered at the pouf as he walked away. �Yeah, that�s right! I�m too gorgeous to talk to! Oh, yes, and five points from Slytherin for your foul mouth, Mr. Malfoy,� he said cheerfully.
What is wrong with that pouf? Bloody freak, that�s what he is.

One day left� Why do I even bloody care? Why am I looking forward to this? I have to dress in drag and �hang out� with my rival all hols. I mean, I have to take the glamour potion in front of Snape! Of all people! Someone commit me to the Hospital Wing; I�ve gone barking mad.
Harry was in DADA, by far the most amusing class now that they had Professor McFarland. He�s so flamboyant! Not to mention it�s so fun to watch the Slytherins squirm. Draco really hates him� I did not just refer to Malfoy as Draco! I didn�t! And I don�t care who he dislikes�! I should just stop thinking.

�Wahoo! Harry, hols start this afternoon!� Ron shouted in Harry�s ear, bouncing about the dorm with Seamus.

�Oh, about that, Ron� you shouldn�t owl me over Yule. I won�t be able to respond. Unless, of course, it�s an emergency. Tell Hermione if you would.�

�A-All right, Harry.�

With that, Harry stalked away, looking sullen, but mentally cheering.

�Ready, Mr. Potter?� Snape asked with a predatory sneer.

�Yes� I believe so.� Snape handed him the purple liquid.

Did it have to be purple? He chugged it.
His hair follicles began stretching themselves until his stark raven hair was just past his shoulder blades, and, for once, straight and almost manageable. Then Harry felt a vague itchy sensation behind my eyes, and, upon further inspection, they had turned an opaque icy blue. His lips stretched and became fuller, and his nose shrunk slightly. His complexion pinkened and his ears pierced themselves. Then there was a horrible slicing pain in his legs and torso, and he squealed in his new girly voice. he was getting shorter. I need new robes, he thought a bit too late.

�Well, run along now, *Ms.* Potter,� Snape was simply having too much fun. I glared at him. �No, seriously. Leave.� I complied readily, and flooed to Diagon Alley.

I�m shopping! Without having people stalking me! I�m NORMAL!! Although, I do think I�ve been checked out a few times� Right, robes.
Harry ended up picking out a whole new wardrobe, including new shoes, earrings, and�tights. He now understood the joys of shopping through girl�s eyes.

He rang the Malfoy�s doorbell hesitantly, smoothing out his new robes and hair self-consciously.

�Ms. Black! We are expecting you in the hall! Come, come,� A house elf tugged him along merrily. �Mistress Malfoy! Your guest is here.� Mrs. Malfoy appeared a few seconds later. His eyes widened, Draco (if at all possible) resembled his mother even more strongly than his father. He always was rather effeminate..

�Come on in, dear. Welcome to Malfoy Manor,� she said with an extravagant sweep of her hand. �Meet my boy, Draco.� He held out his hand for Draco to shake.

�Harriett Black.�

�Enchant�, Harriett,� he said softly, gingerly shaking Harry�s hand. I want to pull away in disgust, really I do. That�s why I�m blushing, after all.

�I�ll leave you two alone,� Mrs. Malfoy winked and clicked away on four-inch heels.

�Er�� Draco smiled uneasily. �Want to go for a ride?�

She�s� well, she�s very pretty. She reminds me of someone, though I can�t think of who� Her knee-length shimmery blue robes complement her blue eyes� I�m getting mushy, which is strange because I�m a bloody pouf. �I don�t swing that way,� he constantly berated himself. But to no avail. Oh, no, I�m such a moron. I�ve just gone and asked her a question, and then completely ignored her reply.

�So sorry. Could you repeat that?�

�I said� I�ll go get my broom.� She assumed he was talking about flying. Draco chuckled warmly.

�I was referring to horse riding, but brooms work as well� Accio, Champion!� Famous! Now I get to show off a bit. The moment the broom landed in his palm, he took off for the door, stopping once to wink at her. She looked flustered, and it looked good on her. She reached for her Firebolt and raced after him, and, surprisingly, catching up and winking as she left *him* in the dust.

The minute they hit the outside air the two boys kicked off and went into a competitive race of complex loopy-loops and graceful dives and swoops.

�You�re a spectacular flyer, Harriett! Do you play Quititch at Beauxbatons?�

�Er� yes, I�m a seeker.�

�Actually, so am I,� he grinned triumphantly. After a slightly awkward pause, he added, �Have you ever ridden a horse?�

�Well, no. I�m rather afraid of the things��

�Oh, well, can�t be having that now, can we?� Draco grabbed Harry�s wrist and sped him to the stables. Harry �meep�ed, but saw little point in argument.

�Are you really afraid of horses?� Draco tried to keep the mocking tone out of his voice.

�Well, er.. No?� Harry stuttered unconvincingly. �They�re just� rather tall, that�s all. They�re� big.� Draco raised an eyebrow, but let it slide. Draco then proceeded to look about for a stable elf. �What are you looking for?�

�An elf.�

�Whatever for?�

�In a few minutes one will come down from the loft and twitter about how I can�t tack up my own horse. Bloody annoying, that is.� Harry just nodded, as if he understood.

�Have you ever ridden before?�

�Never.� Draco walked all the way to the last stall, and tried to open the noisy sliding door quietly. The horse nickered.

�Shh, girl. S�alright.� He stroked the horse�s nose lovingly. Harry just stood there, his mouth agape. �Come take a look, Harriett.� Harry nodded slowly.

�Master Draco! Mistress Malfoy tells us not to let you handle the horses!�

�Sod off, you git! This is my horse and I�ll damn well *handle* her if I please!� The elf shrunk back, frightened.

�Can�t you be civil with them, Malfoy?� Harry glared. �S�alright now, we�ll take good care of the horses. Now run along.� The elf scurried back up the loft ladder, eyes still wide with fear. �Why would your mum tell the elves not to let you handle them?�

�She resents my riding. It�s not *prissy* and on the most expensive horse in the galaxy! Not to mention the fact that I refuse to have those little gits running around doing the dirty work for me. I clean her stall, groom her, blanket her, bathe her, tack her, ride her and feed her. I only let them touch her to float her teeth and trim her feet.� Harry blinked a few times to clear his mind.

�Right, er� sorry I asked?� Draco began brushing the horse�s fine coat. She was gorgeous: steel gray with black markings and a white main and tail. She stood about 16 hands and had the softest, kindest eyes; like Draco whenever he was around her.

�So, you want your own horse? Or do you want to ride double with me until you get a feel for it?� Harry blinked a few times, and then the words sank in.
Malfoy�s such a pervert. He blushed.

Was that the wrong thing to say? She�s looking at me weird.. Oh, stupid! I just came on to her� �I�m sorry, I only meant� Right, so which horse would you like to ride?�

�Er� could I ride this one? She looks.. Nice. And slightly less intimidating�� Malfoy made a slight gagging noise as his eyes grew twice their usual size.

�You? Ride my Ashen Beauty? Are you ma--Err� So sorry, Of course you may. She seems to have taken a liking to you.�

�Are you sure? You seem angry?� Why do I have to be such a bloody ponce?

�No, no,� He waved him off. �I assure you, it�s quite alright. It�ll be fine, I�ll ride one off my mother�s many quality steeds.� All though he meant well, Draco couldn�t help letting some of his resentment leak into his sardonic voice. He brushed one of his mother�s countless Thoroughbred mares without care, throwing a saddle on hastily so he could assist Harry.
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Random place to end. Sorry ^^;; Tell me what I can do to make it less confusing!
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