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As promised,

Chapter 2:

"Harry James Potter, it was none of your buisness as to whether or not the Weasley's would attend the Malfoy's dinner," Remus scolded Harry as the two sat at the living room in Grimmauld Place with Sirius who was trying not to look amused.

"I don't see the problem. All I really did was ask them why they weren't coming and now they are," Harry reasoned and Sirius chuckled a bit.

"Sirius, this is not amusing," quipped a neatly brown haired Remus.

"Oh Moony, lighten up. At least Harry here's a bit more willing to go. I thought I was going to have to drag him there," Sirius mused. Moony was Remus' nickname amongst his select friends that knew he was a werewolf. Sirius' nickname was Padfoot because of his Animagus (ability to transform into an animal) form was a dog.

Remus shook his head. "Honestly, you both could use several lessons in manners."

"I have manners," Harry defended and Remus was amused.

"If you do, you certainly didn't learn them from Padfoot," Remus joked.

"Hey," Sirius defended weakly as all three chuckled lightly. "Oh and Harry, I hate to tell you this but we've got to go shopping again." Harry's laughter ceased immediately.

"Aw no, Sirius," Harry whined. "We just went."

"I know bud, but you're dress robes I bought you last time ended up being to big and they still don't fit. So I gave it Mrs. Weasley for Ron because I don't see it fitting you anytime soon."

Harry pouted. "This stinks."

"Harry, I don't know why you dislike shopping so much. It's not that awful," Sirius reasoned.

"Oh please, Padfoot," Remus stepped in. "He doesn't like it because he knows you don't like to shop."

"That's not true," Sirius lied. "I like it just fine."

"No you don't," Harry and Remus said simultaneously causing them all to laugh once more.

The rest of the week went by far too quickly for Harry's liking. Sirius and Harry had gone shopping for new dress robes for the both of them and it had gone well enough though Harry grumbled through most of the measuring Madam Malkin's had to do. While there they had run into Mr. Weasley who was there on his lunch hour from the Ministry of Magic to buy himself new attire for the event as well. Soon enough Friday had rolled around and Sirius was forcing Harry into his very nice dress robes.

"Sirius, this is going to be awful," Harry complained as Sirius tied Harry's black tie.

"It will be awful if you go with this attitude. Just relax and try to enjoy yourself and you just might. Ron will be there so if you really can't get along with Draco you'll still have Ron to talk to."

"I guess," Harry grumbled.

"But," Sirius added. "I still expect you to be on your best behavior. I'm sure the Malfoy's worked hard to put this together and you need to be respectful of that. Understand?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Well, I think you're ready. I'm going to go put on my tie and I'll meet you downstairs in a few minutes, alright?"

"Okay," Harry agreed reluctantly and then he was alone in his room. His bedroom was a decent sized room painted a subtle golden color with a four-poster bed, a wardrobe, a small desk, and decorated in all sorts of Gryffindor memorability which was his favorite of the four Houses at Hogwarts (Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin) and the House he hoped to one day be sorted into.

Harry quickly opened his wardrobe and grabbed a bit of candy from his secret stash under his spare blanket. At least he and Ron could enjoy some sweets. He his the candy in his robes and went downstairs to meet Sirius in the living room by the fire place where he awaited with the bowl of floo powder.

"Are you ready, Harry?" Sirius asked.

Harry shrugged. "I guess."

Sirius reached out his hand. "Hold my hand, bud. I don't want you falling." Harry took Sirius' hand and Sirius sat the floo bowl on top of the fireplace before grabbing a handful of the powder and leading Harry into the fireplace. "Malfoy Manor," Sirius pronounced clearly and dropped the powder. Harry quickly shut his eyes and squeezed Sirius' hand as he felt a tight suction and a WHISH of strong air against his skin as he could no longer feel his feet on the ground and then with a PLOP his feet were on the ground again. He quickly opened his eyes and he was standing in the posh fireplace of the entirely huge and equally posh living room of Malfoy Manor. They quickly stepped out of the fireplace where they were immediately created by Dobby the house elf who had always been Harry's favorite person at the Malfoy's. Dobby was loyal and kind. He had a few quirks but Harry thouroughly enjoyed his company.

"Hello, Master Black and Harry Potter. May I take your coats?" Dobby asked politely.

"Thank you, Dobby," Harry said as he handed his jacket to Dobby. Sirius elected to hold on to his. "It's nice to see you Dobby." Dobby blushed which was a major improvement. The first time Harry had complimented Dobby, the elf had been so surprised that he deliberately banged his head repeatedly against the wall. Now he merely responded shyly,

"Thank you, Harry Potter. Dobby thinks it's nice to see you as well."

"Alright Harry, let's go say hello to the Malfoy's," said Sirius.

Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Okay. I'll come talk to you later on, Dobby." Dobby nodded happily and Sirius led Harry through the already growing crowd of people to wear Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy stood at the other end of the room.

"Hello, Lucius. Narcissa. It's good to see you," Sirius greeted. Mr. Malfoy was a tall man with long bond hair and Mrs. Malfoy was several inches shorter with graying hair.

"Oh, hello Sirius. We're so glad you could make it," Mr. Malfoy greeted and Harry couldn't help but notice that he didn't seem to be acting unkind.

"We're glad to be here," Sirius replied.

"It's good to see you as well, Harry. You look very nice," Mrs. Malfoy complimented and now Harry blushed.

"Thank you," Harry murmured quietly.

"Yes, the boy looks quite strapping," said Mr. Malfoy. "Harry, my boy Draco is over there with the Weasley child," he told, gesturing to a sitting area in the corner. Sure enough, Draco, who was merely a smaller version of Mr. Malfoy, sat in the corner. Harry was very happy to see that Ron was amongst them.

"Oh, thanks," Harry murmured and quickly headed over to the group of children, abandoning Sirius. "Hello," Harry greeted as he came up to the two.

"Harry!" Ron exclaimed happily and gestured for Harry to sit next to him the pristine white couch and Harry did so gratefully. "Draco was just talking about his Nimbus 1998!"

"Really?" Harry asked, a bit surprised. "I've got one to. You fly?"

Draco nodded. "I love to."

"Harry and I fly all the time. Harry's really good. I do okay but I've only got a Cleansweep," Ron informed.

"Do you guys play Quidditch?" Draco asked and Harry piped up,

"I love Quidditch! I wanna be a seeker one day."

"Really?" Now, Draco was surprised. "Me too. We should all play Quidditch together one day. Do you like Quidditch too, Ron?"

Ron nodded. "Yeah, I wanna be a Chaser."

"Cool," Draco replied and he looked around. "This dinner's going to be awful. The food they serve at these things are disgusting."

"Great," Ron muttered. "I'm starving."

"Oh wait!" Harry exclaimed. "I've got tons of candy." Harry opened his robe and showed them his pocket full of candy.

"Awesome," Ron said. "What are you waiting for! Give us some."

Harry divided up the candy and soon the boys were munching on chocolate frogs, Bert's every flavor beans, lemon drops (given to him at Christmas by Albus Dumbledore), and a few Pumpkin Pasties.

"This is great, thanks," Draco said.

"No problem. Hey Ron, where are the rest of the Weasleys?"

"Well," Ron said as he popped a bean into his mouth. "Bill and Charlie are watching Ginny and Fred and George mad some device that blew up one of the toilets so they have to stay home and clean it up. Mum and Dad are around here somewhere with Percy. If you ask me, Percy was a bit too excited about this."

"How come?" Draco asked.

"Percy wants to work in the Ministry," Ron explained. "He thinks this is a good way to make 'connections' or something."

Draco shrugged. "It probably is."

Soon after, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy announced that dinner was served and they all made their way to the dining room which housed a table long enough to serve the over forty people there. Draco, Ron, and Harry sat at one end of the table away from the adults. Harry caught Sirius' eye and smiled at him. This was not as bad as Harry had thought. Sirius was sitting at the other end of the table with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Percy, and Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. In between were many people Harry had never met before.

Draco was right. The food was disgusting. The main courses were various seafoods that Harry didn't recognize. There was also broccoli on the children's plate which none of them enjoyed. The good news was the mashed potatoes which the children ate all of. They picked at the rest of the meal, moving the broccoli around and taste testing the seafood which they admitted wasn't too awful but it wasn't great either. The rest of the table seemed to be enjoying the food quite well which only befuddled the children. Still, Harry ate as much of the food as possible as he didn't want to look ungrateful.

Dobby eventually came around and Harry talked to him for a moment and when Ron asked Dobby not to call him Master Ronald, Dobby had responded,

"Yes, Master Weasley." Harry and Draco had chuckled as Ron grew red.

"No, please don't call me that."

"Yes, Mister Weasley."

Ron sighed. "No, just Ron, please."

"Yes, Mister Ron." Harry and Draco chuckled.

"Ron you should let it go before Dobby starts calling you Miss Ron." Draco and Harry bursted with laughter and after a moment even Ron couldn't help but laugh.

The dinner had turned out to be rather pleasant for Harry, aside from the food. When Sirius came to take him home he almost wanted to stay. Instead, he made plans with Draco and Ron to come back in a few days and play Quidditch.

Once they were home, Harry caught Sirius smirking at him. "What?" Harry asked.

"You enjoyed yourself," Sirius said smugly.

"Did not," Harry defended weakly.

"Did so."

"Did not."

Sirius chuckled. "I'll let you in on a secret: I enjoyed myself to."

"Really?" Harry asked.

"Yes and the food was amazing," Sirius said as he took of his coat and hung it up. Harry shook his head, not understanding how anyone had enjoyed the food.

"Draco invited Ron and I to play Quidditch with him on Monday," Harry informed.

"He did?" Sirius asked as he untied his tie and then began to help Harry untie his own black tie.

"Yeah...can I go?"

Sirius smiled. "Sure thing. See, I told you you enjoyed yourself. You even want to see him again."

"I did not," Harry defended with a smile.

"You did so," Sirius said with a chuckle as Harry began to head up stairs to change.

"Did not."

"Did so!"

"Did not!"

"Oh, you did so! Now, I'll be up in a minute to tuck you in."

Harry changed into a plaid pair of pajamas and brushed his teeth before climbing into bed. Sirius came to his room a few moment later out of dress robes and dressed in his boxers and a white pajama shirt.

"You want me to read with you a bit?" Sirius asked and Harry nodded. Sirius grabbed the Tales of Beedle the Bard off the nightstand and sat down on the bed. "Where were we last time?"

"We were just starting The Warlock's Hairy Heart."

"Oh yeah. 'There once was a handsome, rich, and talented young warlock...'" Sirius would read a bit and then have Harry read a bit and the two would trade off.

It wasn't long though until Sirius looked up from a passage, intending to trade with Harry once more to find him deep in slumber. Sirius sat the book on the nightstand, kissed Harry's forehead and murmured,

"Goodnight, bud." Sirius then made his way to his own room where he was soon asleep as well.

A/N: There we go! I hope you enjoyed it and don't forget to review! I'm almost finished with Chapter 3 so it should be up tomorrow! See you then!