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Draco lead Harry to a massive bedroom with two beds, one on either opposite wall, and a pair of white doors next to each other. "This is where you'll be sleeping." He said, and pointed out the balcony, his bathroom, wardrobe and dresser, and finally his bed. "Meaning, of course, that half is yours."

"Aw, so that means that I can't decide to use your bathroom in the morning?" Harry pretended to be hurt.

The blond shrugged and headed for Potter's bags, all laid out on his bed. "I'd probably already be up by the time you got up, so I'm not sure I'd notice the difference."

Harry quirked a brow and wondered just how early the other got up. Sitting on the bed, next to his bags, he began unpacking them and sorting them, whilst Draco kindly put them away. Harry was quite pleased to find that both the wardrobe and the bureau, which looked quite small from the outside, were actually quite large on the inside, most definitely having been magically expanded. After his things were unpacked and put away, with much organization on Malfoy's part, the two found themselves reclining on the oh-so comfy kingsized bed. The black-haired male was beside himself in happiness.

"Don't pitch a tent while I'm still here, will you?" Draco asked, looking on at the other questioningly, who was rolling from side to side and moaning.

"God, these beds!" He groaned in appreciation.

"Comfortable?"

"They make mine feel like rocks!" Harry exclaimed. "Oooh, I feel like I could just sleep right now, and not wake up…" He murmured, and snuggled into a pillow. Draco, in turn, pouted.

"Oh, boo, that's no fun!" The blond said sulkily, crossing his arms. "I thought I was going to show you around. And then we could probably have lunch!"

Harry looked at him plainly. "You're really quite bored, aren't you?" He frowned, not wanting to leave the heavenly bed, but knowing he really wouldn't have much of a choice.

"Yes!" Draco said, a whine coming into his voice as he threw his hands in the air. And a Malfoy never whined, naturally, so this must be some sort of distressing situation. "I mean, it wasn't as though bloody Kingsley was any good company!" He seethed. "He'd just sit and read and never try to make conversation, and he'd eat at the very opposite end of the dining table and still pointedly ignore my existence!" Draco sighed irritably, and sat up. "Oh, but when he did acknowledge that I was in the same bloody building as him, he'd look down at me like I were the scum of the earth… Also, do you snore?"

"Snore?" Harry paused, wondering why he'd ask such a thing before remembering two things: They were sharing a room, and Kingsley was not a silent sleeper. Much like Ron. Only, possibly, worse. "No," He chuckled. "Unless I have a bad cold, then I think I snore a little bit…" He pondered. "But other than that, no."

"Oh thank God." The blond murmured, and stood up, motioning for Harry to do the same. "I couldn't get a bloody wink of sleep until that prat finally agreed to put up a damn Muffliato spell!" He groaned.

"Why didn't you just do it? Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

Draco looked at him flatly before laughing as the two wandered the halls. Very beautiful, big halls, mind you. "You think I'm actually allowed to use my magic on probation?" He asked with mock humour.

"… Good point. Sorry." The green-eyed man mumbled, looking away. "But, uh, if it makes you feel better, I'll put up a muffliato right away if I'm noisy." He offered the other a smile.

"Thanks," He replied. "Because I do quite like my beauty sleep."

Harry couldn't help a snort as the blond smiled a small bit. It seemed that Draco'd finally developed some sense of humour after all.


After the fantastic tour of the house, which didn't cease to knock the socks off of Harry, the two found themselves in a pair of comfortable recliners, in front of a the fireplace, in the private library that had belonged to Lucius Malfoy. Now, naturally, it, along with the generous sum of money, the manor, and any other property, belonged to Draco, sole heir to the Malfoy's wealth.

In the moments following finding themselves in the library, a long, awkward silence presented itself. Until, that is, Harry picked up an old object that had been passed down to purebloods for generations, and sniffed it.

Draco sent him an inquiring look. "Ah, may I ask, what are you doing?"

"It smells just like freshly cooked bacon." Harry said with utmost seriousness.

"… Bacon?" asked Malfoy, cocking a brow.

"I kid you not! Smell it!" He said, holding the object towards the blond.

"And then make a fool out of myself when you point and laugh because I feel for your stupid joke?" Draco asked. "I'm perfectly fine without, thank you." He said, crossing his arms.

"I'm really not joking! Here!" Harry demanded, and shoved the object at Draco so fast he bonked the other's nose, just making him gag a whole lot.

"ACK!" The male yelped, and grabbed his nose, scrambling away.

"… But you agree it smells like bacon?" Harry asked quietly.

"Yes, yes!" The silver-eyed male grumbled. He sighed. "All this talk of bacon, and smell I suppose, is making me hungry…"

"Snack time?" the black-haired young man asked hopefully. "And by snacks I mean something good like… sweets and not carrot sticks."

Draco smirked. "You think I'd have it any other way~?" He chuckled.


"Go oooooon…" Draco urged the other, leaning one elbow against the table with his cheek resting in the open palm, staring at Harry quite intently. His other hand was occupied with dipping a fresh-from-the-oven cookie in a glass of milk.

"Uh, that's it, really. I saved her, and all ended well. Haven't heard about her since." Harry shrugged, taking a bite of his own baked snacks.

"And she didn't even thank you!" Draco asked, in a dumbfounded, and slightly indignant, tone.

"Of course she said thanks, Draco!" Harry laughed. "You sound so shocked." "Oh bloody hell, Potter!" The man laughed. "I meant, did she say it in another way?" He asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. The green-eyed man just gave him a curious look, so Malfoy sighed in defeat. "Blimey, Harry, you're dense!"

"Hey!"

"Did or didn't she shag you for it?" Inquired Draco, point blank.

Harry's jaw dropped, along with his cookie. Quite the tragic loss, really. Promptly after, his face turned a bright red. "God no! She was married, Malfoy! MARRIED!" He said, absolutely floored the young blond would even insist such a thing.

"Oh, pshaw, I'm sure plenty of married women would love a night with the golden boy himself." The blond teased.

"God, Malfoy…" Groaning in embarrassment, Harry folded his arms on the table and hastily buried his face in them.


"You have slept with someone before, right, Potter? I mean, you seemed absolutely flabbergasted at the idea earlier." Malfoy inquired as they were later that evening strolling the gardens together, having run out of things to do.

"Oh course!" Harry insisted. "Just never with an older, married woman who has a family!" He paused, and then grinned. "Have you~?"

"Of course, don't be an imbecile." Draco said airily.

"Pansy Parkinson?" The Gryffindor asked calmly.

This time, it was Draco's turn to have his jaw drop in horrification. "Heavens no, Potter!" He said, as though it were the most disgusting thing he'd ever heard.

Harry couldn't help but bust out laughing. "God, and here I thought you two had had a thing!"

"For show, for show alone!" Draco grimaced. "And even now I regret that, because she really thinks I'm interested, and that despite the fact I've told her otherwise multiple times, I still get formal requests on marriage from both her and her parents regularly." He sighed, and feigned a distressed swoon. "Oh, woe."

The shorter male laughed, patting Draco on the back. "Nothing is sacred anymore, huh?"

"Not at all" The taller chuckled.

"So, if not her, than who?"

"Who will I marry?" Draco asked. "Because thus far, no one." "Nooo, I mean who've you shagged." replied Harry.

"Oh, a few people when I was in France with my parents one summer… For the most part, people I don't think you know…" The blond replied with a shrug. "It doesn't matter, because they were really all flings. I've never had myself any real relationships."

"Oh? Why's that?" asked Potter. "You seem like you'd have girls just falling over you due to wealth and looks."

"Eh, haven't really met anyone who's piqued my long-term interest." Malfoy replied with yet another shrug, then smirked. "Aww, Potter, are you saying I'm attractive?"

Rolling his eyes, Harry laughed. "Of course, pretty as a girl. What with that long, blond, flowing hair and all."

"Oh it's not that long," Said blond laughed. "I just got it cut." He paused. "And besides, I'm quite happy alone, you know. I don't particularly feel like I need anyone in my life right at the moment…"

"Huh, really?" Harry asked. 'Because it'd seem like having someone around to help you deal with things would be nice.' He thought. "I suppose you know what's best for yourself, though, eh?"

"Certainly," Draco smiled, satisfied with his argument.

Harry sincerely doubted, thought, that Malfoy was as happy alone as he let on.


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