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Draco let out another frustrated breath and hung his head. "Draco, stop sighing."
An irritated Pansy Parkinson née Nott snarled at her best friend, "I visit you to get away from the moody kids and what do I get?"
"A moody me?" came the reply, "Pansy, you don't know how lucky you are. I want a child, but I've been told that some ancestor of mine cursed my family line so we could only have one child, one heir. So, the reason I can't beget any child is because somewhere out there in the world, a child of mine has already been born and the cursed mother is keeping my beautiful child to herself."
"Draco, instead of lazing around the Manor brooding about your long lost love and your not-yet-found precious child, I believe you should take up theatre instead." She took a sip of her tea.
"Be gone, you pixie-woman and be happy with your family!" He exclaimed.
"Oh, Draco, how is the search going?"
"I've talked to all the women I've ever slept with—"
"Quite a list, I'm sure."
Draco ignored her remark and continued on with his ranting. "And had them all searched and all their children tested. None of those children are mine and nor have they hidden one somewhere."
Pansy giggled, "hidden one…"
"Stop laughing at my expense." He sighed once more. "And I was also almost beaten up by this angry husband…"
He was brought out of his stupor when someone bumped into his chair. He was going to chew said person's head off when he noticed that the person was a little girl. She had straight black hair, which reached just past her shoulder and her eyes were a vivid green. The words stopped in his throat.
"You look scary." She pointed out while smiling adorably.
"Uh..." He didn't know how to respond. How many other people in the world had eyes the same shade of that green? Only one other that he knew of.
"But don't worry. I'm not scared of you!" She proclaimed, her chest puffed out and still smiling.
"Sweetie, where's your mommy?" Pansy cut in before Draco could do permanent damage to the table.
"Do you mean a female who in-incu-incubated me for nine months? Did I say that right? Storm said that when I asked about a mommy…"
The two shared a look, who taught their daughter the meaning of mother in such a way?
"Yes, I suppose so." Pansy replied after a while.
"Then, I don't have a mommy," Her face became drawn in to a small frown, "Everyone else has a mommy…but that's ok because I have my papa and he's the greatest!" She was smiling again.
Draco himself couldn't help but do so in kind at her changing mood.
"Where's your papa then?"
"I don't know. I think he's lost."
"He's lost?" Draco and Pansy shared a smile.
"Yes, I think so. I mean, I'm not lost so he must be. So I'll find him soon but I'm just taking a break right now because I'm tired." She took a seat on the free chair, "Anyway, My name is Light, Light Black. What's your name?"
"You have such a pretty name, Light. Well, I'm Pansy and this grouchy guy is Draco."
"Are you two married?"
"Not to him, luckily." Pansy replied as Draco swatted her arm.
"So you're not married right?" Light turned her face to Draco.
"No, but why do you ask?"
"I'm looking for a mommy but since papa like pretty guys, I can only get a daddy. You're pretty so my papa might like you."
"Oh..." This little girl had a way of making Draco speechless.
"Light! There you are. Why are you always running off?" A man with dark hair came running to their table and picking his little girl up.
"Papa, I found you! How come you always get lost?"
The man sighed and put Light down. He turned around to face the other occupants of the table and the word of thanks died on his lips.
The three wizards froze; their eyes wide and comical.
"Papa," Light tugged at her father's clothes, "That's Draco and Pansy. They let me sit down and rest for a while."
"Really?"
"Papa, can I get some chocolate?"
"Sure."
"Waiter," She yelled, "Papa likes coffee.."
"with milk, sugar and cream please," Light's father said to the waiter, "And Light would like hot chocolate."
Light pulled her father to the chair and set herself on his lap.
"Why's everyone so quiet?"
"Hello." Draco watched as Harry Potter smiled tightly, "My name is Rio Black." He said, his voice hard, daring them to contradict his statement.
"Umm..yes. Hello, Mr.…Black. I'm Pansy Nott and my friend is Draco Malfoy."
"Rio" seemed to sigh in relief.
"I hope Light didn't cause you any trouble."
"No trouble at all. She is a delight and so bright also."
The smile on the raven grew more radiant, "Thank you." He excused himself when his drink was delivered, "Be careful Zara. The chocolate is warm."
"Yes papa. Papa, how long are we going to be in London?"
"Well that depends. How long would you like to stay?"
"That's not fair you didn't answer my question."
"I suppose we'll stay until Storm is ready to go back."
"Oh…" she said sadly, "Storm's heart is broken right? Are we helping him fix it?"
"Yes, that's why he's gloomy all the time so we have to be with him and help him feel better." He laughed kindly, "You know he can't take care of himself."
The little girl nodded while sipping her chocolate milk.
"So, you're here for a friend?" Draco kicked Pansy under the table; she was always prying in to others' business.
"Yes, he's going through…a tough time right now. I'm only supposed to be here in London for a day or two, at most, but he arrived with Light in tow…" He shook his head, "Anyhow, I believe that being away from home will help him cool his head. Enough about me, how's has your day been so far?"
"Good, relaxing. Today's my off day; the house is full of children and I love them but sometimes I just need a break."
"I understand. I only have one child but Light is a handful and I can imagine how crazy my life would be with more of her." He said as he held Light closer and placed a butterfly kiss on her hair.
"So where are you staying for the time being?"
The green-eyed man blinked, and Draco wanted to slap Pansy, "Ohh…we're staying at a lodge nearby. I didn't plan to stay for so long. But we have already been here for a week and I have sorted out my business. I suppose, we'll get an apartment."
"Well in the spirit of this new friendship, Mr. Black, I would like to invite you to be a guest at Draco's house." She said all while smiling.
Draco was just about to blow his top when Light turned her green eyes to his own, "Really? You don't mind letting us stay? I really don't like staying at the lodge. The man across the hall is always yelling bad words and sometimes it smells bad." Draco was never able to deny anything to those expressive without almost killing himself in turn.
"Of course, nobody should be given such treatment, especially you. Anybody with eyes can see that you deserve better than stinky rooms." He managed to say, his voice warm and kind. Draco looked up to see Harry Potter staring at him in disbelief and smirked.
He watched as the Golden-boy, now man, collected himself and stuttered, "I-I couldn't impose on you and besides I have a friend who I have to support."
Draco made a face but said, "Nonetheless, my hospitality has already been offered, I will not take it back."
"But.."
"Isn't this great , papa? Now you won't have to bear all the stupid guys trying to touch your butt."
Catching the murderous looking in Draco Malfoy's eyes, Harry James Potter sighed. His life was going to be turned upside down, sideways up and by the end of this episode in his life, nothing would remain the same. He just knew it.
"Did you hear what his daughter said? Pansy, tell Blaise what Light said."
"She—"
"He lets filthy men touch his ass…and let's them get away unharmed."
"Draco, why are you angry? The man is all grown up and even has a child of his own. He can take care of himself."
Draco didn't know why his friends refused to understand, "Because that ass belongs to me!"
And there was silence.
"Baby, why, oh why did you have to turn your pleading eyes to him?"
"But papa…I don't want to stay here anymore. Why couldn't we stay with Nevi and Ginn?"
"They are on a vacation and we can't always be intruding."
"But they said we are family, so we can never intrude."
He sighed, there was no way to win this, "And I do believe you lied. This lodge is the best that the money could buy. It also isn't dirty nor is it loud."
"I didn't lie. Look at our rooms…it is dirty."
"That's because Storm doesn't allow the housekeepers in."
"And listen to the noise coming from that room. I can't stay for months in such a place. And last night, there was a man yelling in the halls." It was true, if you were really quiet, you could hear a quiet drone of voices coming from the surrounding walls. It was also true that sometimes a man ran down the halls, yelling obscenities while naked; not that Light knew about the naked part. Harry had to wonder though, was this lodge really the best in Wizarding London?
"Ok, what are you trying to do girl? And what was that about telling Madame Nott and Mister Malfoy about the..the harassment?"
"Wasn't that just delightful?" She smiled sweetly at her father, "I think Mister Draco likes you!"
And there was silence.
Draco paced the front hall, waiting for "Rio Black" and his charge to appear.
"Draco, what am I doing here again?" Pansy asked her crazy friend, "If you needed moral support, you could have just asked Blaise to come; unlike me he has nothing to do but have sex and party all day everyday."
"You owe me this at least. You invited him."
"And you need moral support, why don't you just admit it? After all you are about to see the man you have lusted after for the last nine years. Although you were the one who pushed him away. What was it that you said to him? 'Potter, this fling…'"
"Pansy, stop guilt tripping me. I know I made a massive mistake—"
"And I do remember you getting so beat up that you had to stay at St. Mungo's for a month was it? Wow Potter had some spells up his sleeves."
"Anyway, I have been thinking and I realize that life is giving me another chance."
Pansy snorted, "Whatever you say, dear. Oh my, I remember now, you mother didn't come to visit you at Mungo's at all. She told you, you would regret this foolish decision.."
"Alright, I regret my stupid decision. You know it, mother knows it, father knows it, Blaise knows it. What is this rub it in Draco's day?"
"No need to be angry, darling."
At that, Light burst into hallway. She skidded to a stop before jumping in the air. Draco's arms shot out and caught her and swung her around, making her giggle.
"Hello, Light-child. Where is your father?"
"He's with Storm…Storm is really sad. So you can't be mean to him, promise?"
"I promise." It slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it.
After Light bounded away, excited about all the pretty paintings on the walls, Pansy said to him, "You better not break that promise. Kids really hold you to it and if you break your promise, you break her heart."
"I don't plan on doing that."
"Of course you don't then you open your mouth and spew out crap that nobody cares to hear about."
They looked up as Harry Potter walked in, hands in hands with a blonde man. Draco didn't like this Storm guy already.
"Hullo, Malfoy, Nott. How are you?"
"Good, and I assume this is Storm?"
"Yes, this is Uzuri Storm."
"Storm, please look up and smile just a little would you?" Harry gently brought up the blonde's chin.
The blond man looked up and Draco snarled at the unfairness; Uzuri Storm was beautiful. He had golden hair and sky blue eyes, which were turned down in sadness. But they lit up when He looked at Harry. He smiled softly, his pink lips opening, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble." He said in a slightly accented voice.
'You fucking should be. Get the bloody fuck out of my house and let go of my Potter's hands.' Draco wanted to say but he nodded and waved the remark away, keeping his face impassive. He wasn't going to be a jerk but he wasn't about to be nice either.
Then all of a sudden, Uzuri started crying. Potter grabbed the said man's shoulder and said gently or more like demanded, "Storm, will you tell me what's wrong now? And you need to stop crying. I remember one blond idiot telling me the same thing years ago when I showed up with a baby in my arms not know what to do and where to go. If you don't tell me, how am I supposed to help?"
Uzuri let out a sound that could be interpreted as a laugh or a sob and whispered something in a foreign language.
"Light," Harry called his daughter over, "Take Storm to sit over by the sofas and hug him for a bit okay?"
She nodded somberly before taking Uzuri's hands in her own small ones and led him away.
Harry turned to Draco and Pansy, "Look, I am glad that you invited us to stay but I really don't think we can. I am sorry but I believe it would be better if we left…for all of our sanity."
"Pott—" Draco stopped when received a glare, "Fine, Black. You're not leaving when you're already here."
Potter sighed, "Pansy?"
"Don't try to 'Pansy' me now, Mr. Black, not after not contacting me for years."
"If I did you would have told him." Harry said, making a gesture at Draco.
"Don't talk about me like I'm not even here."
"Don't be angry, Pans. I really did have to get away and when I got there, I had to build a new life and that took so much of my life…plus Light."
"I bet you were in contact with Weasley and Granger." Harry cringed.
"Wait a minute, they told me you didn't contact them." Draco spoke up.
"I only contacted them after the first year, when I was good and ready to talk to them. I also wrote to Narcissa—"
"My own mother?"
"I was going to contact you Pansy but Narcissa said it would probably be better if I didn't."
"Well, I'm known to have a big mouth."
"My mother kept information about you from me? What a traitor." Draco couldn't believe it, his own mother. He tried to reign in his anger; who else had been in contact with Harry? How many other people who he poured his heart out to on a regular basis besides his mother knew where Harry had been? Did his father know? He pushed his anger down, he would think about this later.
Harry coughed, "Drama Queen."
Draco glared at him and Pansy laughed.
"Fine, we'll stay for the time being. But you've got to stop glaring at him; it wouldn't hurt you to be nicer."
'What?' Draco couldn't be mean to this Storm guy and now he has to be nice? How many promises did he have to make regarding that thief?
"It's what making him…uncomfortable. He has some issues with people giving him hateful glares." Harry stressed.
Draco spared a dirty look at the savior before facing Storm and saying with barely hidden anger in his voice, "Let me show you to the rooms you will be occupying during your stay here."
Harry Potter sighed. He should have turned down the offer vehemently; he should have run away, he should have taken Storm and Light to the U.S. or Australia when he first saw Draco. He would never had gotten into this mess if Skylar hadn't opened up his big mouth and managed to piss off his lover. Honestly that man could be so insensitive and Storm..Storm should have known by now that Skylar just says things without thinking them through. C'mon, they had been together for the past six years. Thank God for Dante. Dante who could always put things back together again, although his methods could use a little refining.
He wanted to scream; he was in over his head. He had in his hand a hysterical storm, a possibly jealous Dragon and a mischievous, scheming Light. How was he going to get out of this alive? He sat down on the opulent bed and tried to calm himself down.
'Plan" He thought out loud, "I need a plan:"
Purpose: Get my life back to normal (or as normal as is possible).
Procedure: 1. Beat some sense in to Skylar (better yet have Dante do it for him. Write a letter to Dante explaining exactly how to beat some 'sense' into Sky).
2. Have Skylar beg for forgiveness and grovel at Storm's feet.
3. Bye bye-bye Storm + Skylar
4. While doing this, do not incur Draco's wrath (which means staying out of his way at all times—avoid him at all cost),
5. Cancel the date with that hot guy who wants to go out again
6. Keep Light's mouth shut.
7. Get out?
Variables: Light (she is too unpredictable and hard to control; she wants to set me and Draco up for sure but how will she get to it?) Draco (I'm really confused—) Storm (will he be able to forgive Sky before killing him?) Me (I really want to say I'm a constant but confusion can lead to impulsiveness in actions and I'm as impulsive as you can get; I mean I went to Nepal (you know the country between China and India?) to get away from Draco and heal my broken heart.
With that done, he closed his eyes and smiled; he had a plan, how much ever hazy it was.
Draco wondered why he was knocking at Potter's door. There was no reply, 'Is he sleeping already?'
He turned around as the door across from Harry's room opened and Uzuri stepped out. The two blond men halted and looked as each other, their looks calculating and assessing.
'Why can't Harry see that he's a manipulative bastard underneath those innocent blue eyes?'
Uzuri blinked and bowed a degree, "Mr. Malfoy."
"Mr. Uzuri, I do hope there aren't any problems with your accommodations."
The man tilted his head, his slightly wavy hair falling into his eyes, "No, everything is fine."
'Was that supposed to be adorable? Some people just disgust me.' Draco was so close to barfing his brains out.
"It's just that Rio has my prescriptions in his bags. I was going to ask him for them."
Draco nodded, "I doubt he's awake."
Uzuri smiled as if he knew a secret, "Maybe…" Then he brought his palms together and held them at his chest. His eyes sharpened daggers of power and he muttered something before a blast of energy swept past Draco and through Harry's door before fading away.
Draco blinked, 'foreign magic?'
Uzuri stepped up to the door as Draco stopped back and the door opened. Harry Potter stood on the other side, attempting to wipe sleep from his eyes, shirtless. "Storm, something wrong?"
"No, just needed my potions…" With that Uzuri slipped in to the room and made his way to Harry's unpacked bags.
"Malfoy?"
"Call me Draco, Rio." Draco stressed the fake name.
He watched as Harry sighed and threaded his fingers through his hair, "Anything you wanted?"
'Yes, there's definitely something I want—standing right before me actually.'
"No, just checking in on my guests. Hope I didn't bother you."
"Not at all."
They watched in silence as Uzuri drank from a red liquid from a bottle, gulping the whole thing down. Draco was about to turn away when he noticed Uzuri making his way to Harry's bed and slipping in to the covers.
"Storm, what are you doing?" Harry asked his voice unsure.
"I'm going to sleep with you tonight." Came the throaty reply.
Being nice was getting to be impossible.