Harry looks up at the looming entrance of Malfoy Manor. He would be staying here until school started and Dudley would now be living with his Aunt Marge. Petunia and Vernon had recently been killed in a car crash and for the summer the Weasleys were in Romania visiting Charlie. Narcissa had been the only one willing to take Harry into her home.
"Harry," Narcissa greets him before he even rings the doorbell.
"Hello, Mrs. Malfoy."
"Call, me Narcissa. Well, don't stand outside and freeze to death."
Harry slowly walks inside, dragging his trunk and Hedwig with, as Narcissa stands aside.
"Draco!" Narcissa calls to her son, who immediately comes down the stairs.
"What, mother?"
"Show Harry to his room, Draco," she says in a you-had-better-be-nice-to-him-or-you'll-regret-it voice.
"Fine, whatever," Draco picks up Hedwig's cage and begins to walk up the stairs, "Coming, Potter?"
Harry picks up an end of his trunk and drags it up the stairs admiring everything that he can see.
"Where are you, Malfoy?" Harry calls out when he reaches the top of the stairs.
"Second room on your left."
Harry sighs and drags his trunk into the bedroom. He gasps when he sees how big it is.
"I'm almost certain that mum changed the sheets and she's going to want to have supper as soon as father gets home. I would wear something nice if I were you and please close your mouth."
Harry quickly closes his mouth, "I'll try to remember that."
Draco nods and leaves the room. Harry slightly smiles at the fact that he gets to spend a whole summer with Draco Malfoy before falling back on his bed and falling asleep.
Harry wakes up and jumps off of his bed when he realizes that it's dark. He leaves his room as he hears music coming from a room down the hall. He opens the already partially opened door and gasps loudly when he sees a completely naked Draco dancing and singing to "Wild Thing."
"Bloody Hell, Potter!" Malfoy yells as he sees Harry in the doorway.
Harry quickly shuts the door and leans against the wall, trying to get the image out of his head. Draco walks out of his room a couple of minutes later wearing pants, but no shirt.
"What do you think you're doing, Potter?"
"I was going to ask what time dinner was at."
"It's at 7:30. Tell me something, Potter. Do you always walk in doors without knocking?" Draco asks folding his arms over his chest and glaring at Harry waiting for an answer.
When Harry is unable to answer, Draco sighs, "Look, Potter, don't go poking into rooms around my house. My father won't take kindly to it and you could find yourself with a missing Quidditch arm."
"Why do you care?" Harry asks, amazed.
Draco glares at him for a moment then sighs again, "Because my mom told me to be nice."
"If you say so, Malfoy."
"Go get dressed, Potter. Dinner's soon."
Harry turns and walks to his room, so that he can change into a dress shirt.
"So, Potter, how long are you planning on keeping up rent here?"
Lucius asks.
Harry holds back his temper, "About two and a half months."
"Well, that's good. I hope you enjoy your stay. It's nice to have you as a guest." Narcissa replies, then glares at Lucius, "Be good," she warns.
A silence follows as the meal goes on and the only sounds made are the forks on the plates. Draco breaks the silence by asking Harry a question.
"What classes are you expecting at school this year, Potter?"
"I'm not sure," Harry replies hesitantly, then continues, "The usual. I'm curious about the Defense against Dark Arts teacher, though."
"Yeah, look at the ones we've had these past few years."
They share a moment of friendly laughter until Lucius clears his throat, "Excuse me," he says and leaves the room, walking loudly up the stairs.
Harry winces as he hears the door upstairs slam.
"Ignore him, Harry," Narcissa says.
