"Number 4… number 4..." I whispered to myself. Finding number four Privet Drive was, I admit, a lot more harder than I originally thought. Why do all Muggle houses look the same on this street? A force pulled me back and I fell over into a puddle. Looking back at what tripped me up, I saw a rock that had caught into the wheel of my grey suitcase. "Of course..." I muttered darkly.
When I looked around my surroundings I saw it. A small gold number '4' metal plate. I found it! I knew I would, yes. Rushing up, I ran to the door and knocked eagerly, awaiting for someone to open the door. Slowly the plain white door opened to reveal the messy haired boy that was Harry Potter. His face brightened eagerly as he saw me, I smiled and opened my arms, to which he jumped into. I spun him around and laughed, "good to see you to Harry!" I chuckled.
"Dray," the shorter boy whispered, he looked up into my eyes and smiled brightly. I leaned down and kissed him, moaning at the sweet taste. I've missed this.
"Boy! Who's at the door?" We let go suddenly and looked over to see a pudgy man waddled his way through a narrow corridor to see us.
"Vernon?" I whispered. Harry nodded, his face paled only the slightest as his uncle finally came out of the door. I composed myself and gave the man a hard stare, the Malfoy way. "Names Malfoy. Draco Malfoy, I'm Harry boyfriend." I could hear Harry gasp and shy away behind me as his uncle looked about ready to explode. Purple veins bulging in his meaty head.
"Darling, who is it?" a thin woman stepped out from behind Vernon looking me up and down. I was wearing some black trousers, a dark green button up and a sleek and tidy coat. She seemed impressed, I was glad. I may hate Malfoy's but I definitely did learn a few things in that Manor, one was to always create great impressions out of thin air. Especially if you have wet mud on your trouser knees.
"This is the freaks boyfriend!" Vernon spat. I could feel my eye twitch, what did he just call Harry?
"Freak?" I whispered clearly in the air. Vernon and his wife paled incredibly as I brought out my wand and pointed it to his throat. "Freak?" I exclaimed, louder. "This, freak is my boyfriend. Also the saviour of the wizarding and muggle community alike. Call him a freak one more time and I won't hesitate to kill." my voice dropping low enough for them to understand.
"Dray…" Harry clasped my hand and rubbed my back, soothing me only the slightest.
"I'll be staying over for two days, so if you'll bring my bags. Oh, and Vernon?" the frightened man tremble, as he turned to look at me, "I don't want to see your face in that time." I smirked as he nodded furiously. I stepped past them and dragged Harry along with me, Harry brought me up to his room blushing slightly.
"So this is my room. It used to be room where Dudley kept his old toys… but it's mine now. So…" Harry looked at me as I took in his room.
"Dudley? Your cousin?" I asked, he nodded. I went over to him and brought him in for a hug. "I've missed this." I confessed.
"How did you- I thought you were with Blaise." Harry asked, tilting his head and looking up at me for an explanation.
"Yeah I don't actually have a good reason to be here. I just remembered how you used to talk about your Aunt's house and how much you hated it-" I waved my arms around, "-here. So I decided to come over, spend two days here with you. Make it less of a hell-hole for you considering you mentioned how your Aunt hates bad impressions. I knew she'd want to make me feel comfortable as a guest even if I am a wizard. So, I decided to come. After all we only get to spend two days here and then the Weasley's come here to take us to the Burrow-"
My explanation was cut short as Harry placed his lips over mine. I smiled into the kiss and grabbed his waist pulling the now shorter boy closer to me. We pulled apart too quickly for my liking and soon settles down. Harry was straddling my hips when a boy, who resembled a fat walrus came in with my bags. When he saw my arms around Harry's waist and Harry's fingers in my now messy hair he blushed till his whole face went red and ran out of the room.
Hmm, I thought, interesting. We decided that I didn't really need to unpack anything since we both would be leaving to the Weasley burrow in 2 days time and decided to stay in Harry's room.
"Have you heard anything about Padfoot?" Harry asked, his head rest on my chest as we both stared at the television. Padfoot was Sirius Black, a wrongly accused 'serial killer' and Harry's last family. I realised that Harry used Sirius as his excuse to scare of Vernon. Talking about the man; Vernon was in the kitchen talking in hush whispers to his wife, and Dudley… he decided to stay in his room. I looked at the television and sighed.
"So I'm guessing you haven't heard," I stated, Harry got up and looked down at me. I sighed and stared back into his green eyes. I took off his glasses and placed them over my eyes. My vision immediately going blurry. "The Ministry raided Moony's house, it was like they just remembered that Sirius and Moony's relationship. Anyway Sirius wasn't found, must of run away when the officials came. Anyway he's on the run and Moony doesn't really have much of a house. So he's looking for a new one." I watched Harry's blurry form take his glasses of my eyes and put them on himself. I sighed as Harry stared emotionless at the muggle television. I brought him down to me and kissed his forehead. Trying to bring as much comfort to him than most.
Harry buried his head in my neck, his glasses poking my ear. I held him as he started to shake. Guilt producing from my chest, not from Harry, not from Sirius but from the tape recorder in my bags, upstairs.
"No one shall die tonight… tomorrow though? Eh. Options way out." I shrugged and turned to Peter. "Confession time, admit it. You killed James? But how? I want to know." I turned to my pocket and pressed record, thank you Hermione for showing me muggle things.
"Yes I killed James, I-I didn't want to I promised." both Sirius and Remus growled, "Just before James died, he and Sirius decided to make me the secret keeper. I tipped them off to Voldemort and faked my own death so that Sirius would be sent to Azkaban. I, Peter Pettigrew am Voldemort's true ally and I will bring him back to life!" He squeaked. I pressed stop and smirked.
"Thank you for your time and cooperation, Harry, Sirius, Remus; let's take him to the castle. A dementor's kiss is in order."-
I clutched onto Harry harder. God I have it! The reason Sirius Black is innocent but I can't use it. I have to wait, for the right moment, the right time. Sirius was too unstable, it hurt to say that… but it was true. Having only his animagus form to keep him sane for the past 12 years? I needed to make sure Sirius remembered who he was before the death of Harry's parent.
"It's not fair Dray. He didn't kill my parents or those muggles." Harry got and looked at the wall darkly, "it's that stupid rats fault! I'll kill hi-"
"No! Harry, stop. Remember what happened last time, you hated Sirius so much that you wanted to kill last year, remember? You need to let go of this anger, it'll get you nowhere. I know."
Harry sighed and looked at me begrudgingly, "I hate how right you are," he said. I smirked and pulled him down for a kiss, mumbling and 'I know.'