A/N ~ I'm back! Updates are going to be slow (due to a stupid amount of exams. Bleck), but they will be happening. This one is going to be more light hearted than the last, and we will finally find out who that booming Elijah is! Some people said YAF, DM ended abruptly; and I can only apologise! But I now present to you, the Sequel …

Potter's An Idiot.

Prologue:

"Well – I was wondering … If you'd uh, like to live with me in Grimmauld Place." Harry blurted. He hadn't been wondering that at all; he'd just had a severe case of word vomit.

Recognition lighted Narcissa's eyes.

"There's plenty of room, as I'm sure you know. And plenty of food, you won't have to pay bills, it's near Diagon Alley, it's free-"

"Harry, if we were to live in your house, there would be no way we wouldn't try to earn our keep," Narcissa interrupted smoothly. Draco turned to her in outrage.

"Wha- Mum! You can't possibly even begin to consider-"

"Draco. You are a Slytherin. Think with your head rather than your pride for a moment please," She murmured quietly. She turned to Harry.

"We'll accept your gracious offer, if that's alright Harry."

Harry smiled brightly, still a bit shell shocked, "That's absolutely fine."

Draco rolled his eyes. Narcissa smiled. Harry grinned. What had he gotten himself into?

"Mother! No! That cannot go there! Good god, are you losing your taste as well as your hair as you grow older?!" Draco cried as Narcissa tried to place an orange cushion on a purple armchair.

"Draco Onyx Malfoy, I did not spend nine agonizing months carrying your large self, another seventeen years raising your hormonal self, just for your ungrateful self to then insult me!" She replied sharply back and he had the good grace to look ashamed.

But he was tired. His pride was absolutely obliterated, his mother must be going through menopause or something and he was moving into Harry Potter's house. Draco Malfoy was not having a good day. In fact, he wasn't having a good life. Narcissa seemed to be dead set on getting Potter and him to make up and socialise. Potter, like the goody two shoes he was actually tried, and Draco hadn't spoken one word to him since the incident.

Of course, there had been months of grieving after Lucius' death (the Minitry allowing them six months to find somewhere to stay), but now it was apparently time to move on and get themselves together. Narcissa had been the one to get them into action. She had charged into Draco's room one morning and announced:

"I have had enough of this! We are talking to Mr Potter, gathering our belongings and moving out of here as soon as possible," And without even hearing what Draco had to say about it, walked back out again.

Draco had always known that his parents marriage had been one of convenience and wasn't surprised to see that his mother had gotten over the death of her companion. Draco was still grieving; but his father had disowned him and it wasn't as though they had ever had a particularly loving relationship.

But he was absolutely dreading moving into Grimmauld Place. Of course, he and his mother were well acquainted with the house, it wasn't as if it was a strange place; but rather the company was what was holding him back. He was still absolutely furious with Harry and while he privately couldn't deny that the other man was doing something extremely generous; it didn't change the fact that he'd practically delivered Draco to that absolutely insane madman. Bloody Weasleys. A bunch of poor inbred gingers. Draco was still slightly nervous to go outside now thanks to that stupid man, who still hadn't been captured. And most likely never would be. It's not as if the Aurors or Wizarding community were particularly upset at Lucius Malfoy's death.

Nevertheless, there the only Malfoy's in the world were, in the process of moving in to their previous nemesis' house, arguing over the colour of cushions. Life couldn't get any weirder.

To make matters worse, Potter's friends, Granger and Weasley were there to offer him support. What sickeningly Gryffindor notion. Draco also noted with some embarrassment that after his mothers last berating Weasley had cracked, and had very blatantly burst into laughter and Draco had to bit his tongue and stair at his shoes as his mother plumped the awful florescent orange cushion. He couldn't even verbally abuse Weasley as that would mean he was acknowleging his presence and therefore Potter's too. Granger and Potter were actually helping haul all of their priceless belongings that they had been allowed to keep up to the highest floors. Potter had allowed them to have a floor each. Narcissa had requested the highest floor on the west wing, Draco on the east. Draco was levitating a box of his mother's priceless vases, his belongings already up and unpacked when someone tapped him on the shoulder. Taken by surprise, his Wingardium Leviosa was abruptly cut off and the tapper had quickly cast a Suspendium in order to save them from shattering. Draco turned around, furious. It was Potter. Of course it was Potter. It was always bloody Potter!

"Draco, we really, really need to talk." Draco stubbornly plucked the box out of the air and began to walk up the stairs. His staggered slightly, it was heavy.

"Seriously, just two minutes of your time, give me a chance to apologise. Again." Potter was now following him like a loyal dog.

Still slightly unused to the layout of this area of the house Draco stumbled over a foreign step, it looking worse than it was due to the weight of the Merlin forsaken box. Harry quickly dodged in front, and took the box from him. Draco scowled and turned sharply to walk in the opposite direction. Harry swore and placed the box down carefully before jogging after him. He finally dodged in front again and held Draco still with a hand on each of his shoulders. His green eyes bore into his.

"Please Draco, just let me explain. Let us discuss this!"

"I have nothing to say to you Potter," Draco said and walked away. Harry, dumbstruck he had actually spoken, was frozen in place and let him go.

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