Malfoy Manor and Forgetting The Words

They all stood in Dumbledore's office, ready to leave. Harry held his luggage, and that was it. No Hedwig. Oh, Hedwig. Harry couldn't think about him. Draco stood next to him with a sneer and scowl on his face. He looked like he just smelled vomit. Harry waited as Dumbledore rambled on to the Malfoys. He just wanted to get there and get it over with. Maybe lock himself up and drown in a bathtub somewhere……possible. Ooooh, Dumbledore stopped speaking. Everyone was staring at him. Were they talking to me?

"Harry? Are you ready?" Dumbledore asked with a smile. Harry nodded. Narcissa sighed in content. He felt like an animal in the zoo. He was on exhibit in his natural habitat, a dark hole filled with nothing but him.

Dumbledore walked up to him and hugged his student in reassurance. "I will see you when school begins. Ok?" Harry stood frozen, hating the sudden contact, but he nodded to get him away. Dumbledore stood back and thanked the Malfoys once more.

Lucius picked up some floo and walked into the fireplace. He threw down the powder and said, "Malfoy Manor." Next was Narcissa, and now it was Harry. Draco would follow afterward. Harry stepped into the fire, threw his powder, and restated the destination. He felt himself being pulled from his naval. Darkness engulfed him, but then it became bright as he was thrown onto a carpeted floor. He got up slowly and dusted his pants and shirt off. Narcissa was standing next to him smiling, and Lucius was gone. Probably planning a deatheater attack. As Draco came into the room, Harry looked around the expansive room. Almost everything was white, the carpet, the couches, the fireplace, the tables, though the walls were a mixed crème color. He looked back towards Narcissa again. Now, Draco stood with her, with the same disgusted look on.

Narcissa smiled and started speaking, "Welcome to the Malfoy Manor, Harry. We will get a suit ready for you soon, since Merlin knows we haven't had a guest in ages, but for a couple nights you will be staying in Draco's room."

Draco's eyes widened, "Mother! What are you talking about?! That's not even-"

Narcissa cut him off with a glare, "He will stay in your room for now! Merlin knows you two need some bonding!" She looked back towards Harry with a bright smile. "And Harry, I just need to know what two colors you want your room to be, which will be ready soon. Um, if you could please say them aloud?"

Harry stood still. Should he speak? No. No. And no. Never would he speak. No one could know. Harry shook his head no. They had to understand somehow.

Narcissa smiled sadly and Draco rolled his eyes. Bloody savior is mute…. "It's ok Harry; I'll choose some beautiful colors for you. Draco, why don't you take Harry to your room now?" Narcissa asked in a sickly sweet voice. Draco made an annoyed noise and started to walk away. Harry watched him. But then, he turned around with a glare, "Are you coming, golden boy?"

Harry followed after him with a stumble. They walked up a grand staircase and down a hallway filled with beautiful paintings. Some glared, and others smiled at him. Harry held his mask. Harry crashed into Draco suddenly, not realizing that he had stopped. Draco glared at him, "Jeez, Potter! Watch where your going! We're here, if you didn't know."

Draco opened the door and walked in. Harry followed. The mere size of the room was grand all in itself, but it was also bloody gorgeous. The low rise, king sized bed was on the left side of the room with stunning black, satin sheets. Next to the bed there was a fogged up glass door, probably leading to his grand bathroom. There was a neatly placed desk on the right side with papers strewn across, like they had been blown by the wind. Next to that were two mahogany double doors, probably his closet. The carpet was white with red stripes running horizontally through it, and the walls were, unfortunately, a deep red. Oh, red. The color of blood. The color that made him want to puke and convulse madly in his own vomit. The color of slit veins, and cut throats, and hacked skin, and the color of his last memories at- STOP! Bad images. Harry shook his head and walked over to the double doors, his luggage left behind. He held onto the handles and pulled them open. The closet looked like it stretched on for miles, all thanks to magic. It was brightly lit and organized completely. He even had a whole section of wall just for shoes! Ugh, rich people…..

As Harry looked into the closet, he didn't see Draco come up behind him with a slightly confused look. Had the savior never seen a closet before? Well, he wouldn't put it past him. Merlin knows this boy's sense of style was atrocious. Draco composed his face with a sneer and grabbed Harry's shoulder. Harry yelped and spun around. He fell backwards with a terrified look in his eyes. Draco had never seen him look this scared and became worried, but then he realized what he was doing and stopped. Why the hell should he care?! He yelled at him, "Bloody hell Potter, could you get anymore strange?!"

Harry then comprehended that this was only Draco and composed himself immediately. He got up and glared at Draco. He shouldn't sneak up on people, yet as he opened his mouth to voice his opinion, no words would come forth. He tried again, but again, nothing would make sound.

Draco watched Harry try to speak, but now he just looked like a gaping fish. Draco spoke with a glare, "Close your mouth Potter. You look like a dying fish. If you don't want to speak, than you don't have to…" And with that, Draco turned away and walked to his bed. He fell backwards and sighed tiredly, seemingly forgetting that Harry was standing there at all.

Harry looked at Draco with a shocked expression, not wanting to put on his mask for once. And as he thought, he realized a few things. One, Draco was an ass. Two, Harry could not speak anymore, or at least try to, which posed a horrible task to overcome. Last, did he hear sympathy in Draco's voice?! Harry nearly fainted in surprise, but settled for sitting on the floor instead.

As Harry voiced over things in his head, Draco watched the boy in wonderment. What could have happened to him this summer to make him like this? But, he could not forget the hate he held for Harry and scowled in annoyance. Saint Potter! Always getting himself into something. Yet, Draco could not help but to stay curious. He would find out, whether in one way or another.

So…..Second chapter down! And this will be the length of most chapters, simply because it is easier for me to update sooner. Thanks for all the lovely reviews! *gives Christmas cookies to everyone* HAPPY HOLIDAYS DARLINGS!

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