AN: Oh look chapter two. Where did that come from...
Warnings: Mild swearing, mild drinking - getting a little into slash now but not quite yet for our poor little raven. Anything to add? Please send in your input :)


Chapter two– Evening on the ground

Summer was proving to be incredibly long. His mother had held herself up in the Romanian manor. She had been planning a calming trip for an age , the strangest thing was when she told him to not visit for a while. He had asked her why, her reply had shocked him. "You are hardly a child to come running to your mother- I have been under constant stress with your father putting you in danger through term and I am taking a break. You will be spending this summer with Young Mr Zabini in France. I believe his mother has a suitor and you are to be there to help your friend. Understood." Narcissa had told him. He wasn't able to do anything but nod. She had also requested a bi-weekly update from him which is what he had had to hold himself up in his suite for.

An innocent knock on the door broke Draco's careful consideration. With a flourish of his feather he finished off the letter for his mother. Blaise, barged in as his owl flew off. "You do know you are meant to wait for me to say you can enter." He shot at the teen that had flopped onto his bed.

"You do know that I have no patience so fuck that." The teen had growled back.

"What happened? I was only meant to be blessed with your presence in..." Draco cast a tempus, "Three or so hours." His morose friend nodded into the bed.

Blaise let out angry yell, "Fucking Morgan was… fucking this bloody French tart when I surprised him."

"Oh, And that warrants you growling into my beautiful silks?" The blond questioned.

"Yes!" Blaise yelled, "It was bloody embarrassing and to lose to a vela no less." He had sat up and held his head in his hands, "I've lost my summer fling Drake! What I'm I to do! He had such great abs. You don't find those just anywhere!"

Draco scratched in his desk for a second before pulling out a bottle of fire whiskey, "Get drunk?" He asked while transfiguring two shot glasses. At an excited nod Draco went to sit next to his friend.

"So tell me Blaise , how will we be ruining Morgans summer?" Draco raised his manicured hand to take his shot as a mystified sigh echoed around his suite.

"Oh drake how you know me, too bad your eyes only glitter for the halfblood." Blaise took his own shot, "Maybe I should just kill her."

Draco poured another round for the two, "Now Blaise, we don't kill those who annoy us ~ "

"Why not? She stole my summer fling!" Blaise growled finishing his second shot.

"What would you gain my friend, what would the point be." Draco finished off his shot and poured them some more.

Blaise glared at the door while imagining the satisfaction, "Morgan running scared would be more than worth it – that and ridding the world of one more Vela scum."

"You have got to get over your prejudices – shit vela blood is one of the reasons I am so enchanting." The blond fluttered his eyes at the Italian.

"Enchanting? Boy do I have news for you!" Blaise spat at Draco.

A pillow found its way into the back of the dark haired boys head with a resounding whack, "Why don't you shut it Mommas boy!"

"Again." The simple word resounded around the marble hall; Harry didn't think he had heard anything else for hours. The music swelled and he bowed to his partner, 'one two three four' and 'one two three four.'

The heated breath brushed his collar with a gust of advice, "If mother Malfoy hears you Harry I will never be going home." Harry stumbled and tripped in his attempt to tango. The music stopped.

"Mr Potter, Sometimes I think you are hardly trying – I now see my son wasn't lying when he said you had two left feet." Mrs Malfoy peered at the two exhausted boys, "Again." With a flick of her wand the music started.

"Wrong fork." Harry moved his hand to the next one in the row, "No. Try again." After the third try he started again, "You have already attempted that one." Harry clenched his fist. "Fail. We will try again at supper – There is a book next to the couch, read it."

Harry laughed at the elegant book sitting on the table , 'a guide to basic eating' , He could feel his stomach rumble, he had eaten that day but until he got the cutlery right he was forbidden tea. "This is definitely one of my longest summers." Despite this harry was smiling, just imagining Narcissa teaching a small blond haired kid all this had him energized.

"Mr Potter a dual is not a backyard brawl so straighten those shoulder." Harry grinned, he wasn't half bad at this part, the only distraction was his 'tutor' making him memorize the theory at the same time. "A dual is a matter of honour, it shows your class in the way you stand and wave the instrument. It shows your manners and the amount of respect you have for your opponent, a simple dual can make or break a person's standing in the political world." He dodged the spells being hurdled at him, the next stage was a two on one duel, he refused to fail.

Harry glided onto the parlour in which he was meeting his guest for tea, Narcissa was sitting in the parlour chair reading a letter and a small smile graced her porcelain face. "Another letter from Draco?" Harry still almost laughed at the ease he could say the blonds name, Narcissa had given him a true tough lashing when he had snarled Malfoy when she had mentioned him, demanded he called her son by his first name in her presence.

"Yes, He is enjoying France, Blaise's summer fling has gained his negative attention which will keep them both busy for a while." The lady Malfoy folded the letter and whipped the small bit of emotion from her face, "Our guest is arriving, after you Lord Potter."

This tea party was a test of sorts, if nothing went wrong Lady Malfoy would move on, if Harry messed up he would be back to basic etticite training for a week. Harry had plenty of motivation to not be reading about spoons and other silverware.


AN: And cut. Good show everyone - next time we meet the mysterious guest ( Five guesses who :3 I didn't hide it that well) And give Harry a small amount of down time - maybe throw in a french lesson or two.

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