I got the information on the position of Grimmauld Place and the number of rooms from Harry Potter Lexicon.
Disclaimer: any food or drink mentioned in this is not mine and I am not claiming it is connected to the mafia or drugs in any way. And those who don't like the food mentioned in here, I know it's not good for you but everyone should try it once to see what is it like, even if it is just the chips. And I am not in love with it either I just thought that it was something that Draco would have never tried and is a very muggle food.
I do not own the song. The song is Rockin' the suburbs by Ben folds; the version from the movie over the hedge. I heard the other version but couldn't work it in so I chose this one, though I do recommend both. Have fun.
Harry was standing on the platform; he had just said good bye to Ron and Hermione who had both gone home with their families. He had explained to Ron about where he was going to spend Christmas; Ron wasn't too happy about it but he accepted his friend's decision anyway. Harry stood there by the entrance of platform 9 ¾ waving to students who wished him happy holidays waiting for Draco to appear off the train.
"There you are." Harry said standing up from where he had been leaning against the stone wall.
"Yeah, sorry I took so long I thought it might be safer to wait until everyone was gone; who know what people would think if they saw Draco Malfoy and the golden boy leave the station together." Draco said rolling his eyes and dragging his trunk behind him.
"Let's go then." Harry said picking up his trunk and dragging it off towards the exit of Kings Cross station and out into the London air.
"Erm Harry?" Draco said cautiously looking around the busy muggle street. "Aren't we going to apparate?"
"No, we're taking the bus." Harry said pointing towards a bus stop that was across from the station; a handful of people were already waiting there.
"Why?" Draco asked having to walk quickly to catch up with Harry who had started to walk over to the pedestrian crossing.
"There are barriers that stop apparition and appearing in the middle of a muggle street is a bit obvious." Harry said pressing the crossing button as he reached the road.
"But why the bus!" Draco complained looking around at the muggles who were doing their daily tasks.
"Do you want to take a twenty minute walk with your trunk?" Harry smiled as Draco jumped slightly when the beeping noise started signalling for them to cross.
"What too cheap for a cab Potter?" Draco said glaring at Harry as they reached the bus stop where the bus had just pulled into. Harry gave him a withering look ignoring the comment and paid for their bus tickets.
Harry and Draco stood on the busy bus with their trunks standing upright with Draco's owl's cage on the top of his trunk that was empty and probably just as well as their luggage was getting them enough quizzical looks from the muggles on the train.
"Here we are." Harry said pressing the stop button on the bus and dragging his trunk behind him as he exited the bus; Draco followed closely behind giving one last disgusting look at the bus before he left.
"So which one is it?" Draco asked looking around the square full of Georgian houses. He squinted at the numbers looking for the number 12 which he knew was the Blacks old residence.
"Over here." Harry said leading Draco across the square.
"Sorry to point this out but there doesn't seem to be a number 12." Draco said after looking at the numbers on the houses.
"I told you it was protected." Harry said again for what felt like the twentieth time that day. "Just give it a moment." He looked towards the middle of the two houses; Draco turned his head expectantly towards the houses too waiting for something to happen. Number 11 and number 13 moved apart from each other revealing a building between them. "Here's home." Harry said as he started walking up the pathway towards the front door.
The steps were no longer worn but made of new concrete that were bright in the day light, the door too was no longer worn with years but was made of thick black wood with a gleaning silver knocker shaped in the form of a twisted serpent; there were no key holes or door handles of any kind, just the silver knocker. The door opened quietly when Harry placed his hand on the door frame; Draco raised his eyebrows as Harry entered the house without a word.
The entrance hall looked nothing like it had done before it was still lit with the gas lamps but they seemed brighter against the dark green wallpaper that covered the walls, no longer peeling off in places. The carpet was no longer worn but plush black. Harry walked in and placed his trunk to the side of the door where the old trolls leg used to be, thankfully it had been removed.
"Kreature!" Harry called into the silence of the Hall looking round smiling at the walls.
"Yes master?" The ancient house elf said bowing at Harry as Draco entered the house behind Harry closing the door drawing Kreatures attention towards himself. "And masters friend." Kreature said bowing to Draco now before looking up at him properly. "Master Malfoy?"
Draco dropped his trunk next to Harry's giving him a quick look before turning back to the house elf. "Yes?"
"It is you!" Kreature's face lit up and he bowed deeply again. "What a pleasure it is to have you here in the most noble hose of Black."
"Right, okay." Draco said looking at Harry again and raising his eyebrows.
"Malfoy this is Kreature he is my house elf, and the one who oversaw all the decoration of this house, which I must say it brilliant." Harry said having another look round at the hallway again a happy smile playing at his lips.
"Thank you master." Kreature said smiling his smile which though a change could not be thought of as a pleasant one. "Mistress will be so happy to have someone with purity of blood back within these wall Master Malfoy, please feel free to ask for anything that you want, Kreature will be most obliged to help." He bowed again towards Draco who smirked as Harry rolled his eyes.
"Thank you that will be all." Harry said, the elf disappeared with a loud crack. "Come on I'll show you round."
Draco followed Harry out of the hall removing his coat and hanging it up on the coat hanger that was in the hallway. Harry entered the dining room that was off the hall, the room still held the dark oak furniture but it was all newly varnished, the Black china that had been recovered was polished ad gleaming as were the silver goblets. The walls were in the same dark green as the entrance hall, the floors were made of dark wood that contrasted with the walls perfectly.
"This is the dining room." Harry said, Draco nodded appreciatively at the decor. "Come on." Harry walked round the house showing Draco each room in turn both admiring the newly refurbished house. There wasn't much difference to the house it used to be before it fell into disrepair the colour scheme was the same, the furniture was too except newer and clean with no traces of dark objects around in hidden corners. The only difference was that the house elf head had been removed and the curtains that hung over Walburga Black's picture were deep red and locked with a small silver clasp. "This is my bed room." Harry said opening the door of Sirius old room, both he and Draco entered.
The room was just how it had looked before except cleaner. The desk was neat and clean, the bed was covered in deep red covers the walls no longer covered with muggle girls but with pictures of Harry's parents, Sirius, Lupin and Harry's friends.
"Nice." Draco said looking round watching the moving pictures of the smiling faces and feeling a slight pang.
"You can have any of the rooms that you want." Harry offered placing his levitated trunk at the foot of his bed and starting to unpack.
"What about this one over here?" Draco asked walking over to the other side of the landing and opening the door still labelled R.A.B.
"Malfoy wait..."Harry called dropping the stuff that he was holding and running over to Draco trying to stop him from opening the door to the younger of the Black brothers room.
"Oh." Draco opened the door to be faced with an onslaught of Slytherin green and silver, the Black family crest still hung over the bed in the centre of the room, the newspaper clippings of Voldemort still stuck to the walls.
"Sorry, erm... Regulus Black was a death eater as I'm sure you know, he was the kindest to Kreature and Kreature was attached." Harry looked at his feet standing in the door way as Draco looked round at the room in horror. "He died after retrieving a horcrux after having a change of heart. I let Kreature keep this room as it once; the only thing changed was the door."
"Don't worry." Draco said turning away from the room and walking out. Draco was slightly shaken seeing all those new paper clippings of Voldemorts work had brought back vivid memories of the horrors that he had seen during his years as a death eater. To see someone that had seemingly near worshiped the dark lord made him shiver in fear and disgust.
"That room is Kreatures, he keeps it as he wants." Harry said closing the door behind him and turning back to Draco. "Shall we have some lunch?"
Draco woke up the next day feeling well rested. He had chosen the master bedroom on the third floor as his room which was decorated in the dark green that was in place throughout the house. He looked to the bed side table and noticed that the time was 10 o'clock in the morning rather later than he would have usually woken up but he wasn't complaining; he felt better than he had done it years. Draco stood up, he was wearing his tracksuit bottoms like he always did. Draco stretched and yawned, he ran his hand through his hair and was met with a grumbling from his empty stomach.
"Guess I better go eat." Draco said to himself walking out of his room and staring to walk down stairs. On the ground floor in the entrance hall Draco noticed deep red velvet drapes that were closed with a silver clasp, Draco reached out his hand towards the clasp wanting to see what was hidden beneath; before he reached the clasp he stopped short thinking. Was this another thing that Harry didn't want to show him like Regulus Black's room? Draco pondered this for a few seconds before his curiosity got the better of him, he opened the clasp, the instant he did the curtains swung open revealing Walburga Black who was thin, with sallow skin and sunken eyes that gleaned at him.
"Filthy mud bloods!" She screamed madly at him. "Filth in the house of my father's! Disgusting half breeds! Blood traitors! Muggle filt..." The portrait stopped short as she took in the appearance of the teenage boy standing in front of her. "Who are you?" She demanded looking closely at him. "You don't look like the others filthy blood traitors." She spat and Draco took a small step back slightly afraid of the women that was in the portrait. "You look like that Lucius Malfoy my niece Narcissa married, but no you can't be he was older." She looked closely at him again making him gulp. "Your name!" She shrieked.
"D-Draco, Draco Malfoy." Draco said fearfully.
"Draco!" The women shrieked. "You are the son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy?"
"Erm, yes."
"Malfoy what are you doing?" Harry said coming out the door to the kitchen and approaching Draco who was still facing the portrait.
"You!" The women shrieked again. "The son of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa a blood traitor! You filth coming into my house a blood traitor!" She continued to scream at Draco as Harry ran forward and tried to close the curtains that covered her portrait.
"Draco help me!" Harry shouted to Draco over the women's screaming. Draco ran forward and pulled on the hangings closing them. Harry shut the clasp and let out a sigh of relief. "I think you just met your lovely great aunt." Harry said pointing with his thumb at the curtains.
"That's Walburga Black?" Draco asked looking at the portrait now covered by the curtains again.
"Yep." Harry laughed. "We can't remove her so we just cover her up. Come on you want some breakfast?" Harry led Draco down stairs to the kitchen where the table was covered with bacon, eggs and toast. "Kreature went a bit full out this morning, he must be glad to have us back. Tea?" Harry asked flicking his wand at the kettle that turned on and started boiling the water within it.
"Yes please." Draco said sitting down heavily in a chair still slightly shaken from the memory of his great aunt. Was all his family that mad and deluded?
It had been four days since the boys had arrived at Grimmauld Place; they had spent much of those days inside the house swapping stories of their childhood or playing one on one Quidditch in the small back garden that the house had. It was on the morning of the 18th of December that something strange happened. Harry had insisted on putting up Christmas decorations by hand without the use of magic, Draco could find no reason for this but after Harry near begged him he had given in and had started to decorate the tree that they had brought the day before by hand muttering about what a waste of time it was not to use magic for such a menial task. Kreature was happily bobbing about the house wearing his small Father Christmas hat that had holes in for his long pointy ears. Draco was looking out of the window in the drawing room watching as the people on the street outside went about their daily routine, that was when he saw a man dressed in blue with a red satchel walk around the street peering at the numbers on the houses and then looking back down at a small white envelope in his hand in confusion.
"Potter what is that man doing?" Draco asked pointing out at the window to the man who still looked confused.
"What man?" Harry asked standing up and walking over to the bay window that was in the room looking out onto the muggle street. Draco pointed at the man dressed in blue. "Oh, he's a muggle postman, muggles put letters in post boxes that are like big red pillars and then the letters get collected and taken to a post office where the letters are sorted and then sent out with people who distribute the letters to the correct houses." Harry explained to Draco.
Draco snorted. "That doesn't sound reliable!"
Harry laughed. "You got it in one Malfoy well done." Draco rolled his eyes. "But what is he doing?" Harry lent towards the window watching as the man, who still looked confused, walked round to the other side of the street reading the numbers of the houses, he ended once again before number 12 which Harry knew would still look like number 13 and number 11. "No, he's not trying to deliver a letter." Harry burst out laughing making Draco start slightly at the random expression from the boy-who-lived.
"What?" Draco asked impatiently scowling at the boy who continued to laugh.
"The postman is attempting to deliver post to number 12 but there is none so now he had to decide which house to give it to or if he should just take it back and wait for someone to claim the post." Draco nodded still confused at why Harry had found this so funny. "I'll make it easier for him." Harry said waving his wand towards the window. Draco watched as a mail box appeared on the street labelled number 12. The postman looked at it in surprise before looking back down at the letter and depositing it into the newly formed post box and then he walked back over to his red van and drove off shaking his head obviously worried about why he hadn't noticed the mail box before.
Harry walked outside to retrieve the letter whilst Draco retreated to the kitchen to make some lunch for them to eat before going back and continuing to decorate the house. Harry walked down into the kitchen with the letter in his hand and a sombre look on his face. "What is it?" Draco said setting a down a plate of food in front of Harry and looking at him worriedly.
"My uncle he's sick." Harry said still looking at the letter in slight shock. "Would you mind staying here for a few days on your own?"
"Erm..." Draco said looking around the house. He was enjoying the time here and the house was nice but he wasn't too sure if he wanted to stay in this place on his own with nothing but a creepy house elf for company.
"Unless you don't mind spending a few days with muggles." Harry said looking up at Draco.
"Okay." Draco said looking into Harry's eyes and seeing the silent plea for a friend to come with him. "I thought you didn't like your relatives much." Draco asked sitting down and starting to eat his food his stomach twisting at the thought of living with muggles for a few days.
"No, not really, but you can't choose your family and they are the only ones I have." Harry said grabbing a piece of paper from the side along with a quill and writing a short letter before calling Kreature and asking him to deliver the letter to his muggle family which Kreature did although he had a slight look of disgust on his face.
The next day Harry and Draco apparated to Privet Drive. "Welcome to the suburbs." Harry said giving Draco a small smile before walking down the road his backpack of clothes hanging from his right shoulder. Draco looked around, all the houses were identical each with neat trimmed hedge rows, even in the cold crisp December morning the grass looked rich and green untouched by the winter frost. It was like nothing that Draco had seen so alike, even the cars were the same all gleaming models that rages between silver and black each with the same symbol's on the back, not that Draco knew what the vehicles were. 'Do all muggles live like this?' Draco thought as he followed Harry down the road, his own rucksack resting on his back.
Harry turned into one of the houses and walked up the garden path towards the front door. Draco followed feeling slightly nervous. Why was he here? He could have stayed at Harry's house but instead he had followed Harry all the way to his muggle relatives at a time where Harry's muggle uncle was in hospital after suffering from a heart attack, whatever that was! Why was he here! Draco's mind screamed at him for the hundredth time that morning as Harry rang the bell on the door. Deep down Draco knew that he just wanted to spend time with Harry, he didn't want to be alone no more and was feeling a pull of feelings towards the green eyed boy; he didn't know where it was leading him and that was what scared him the most.
"Harry you're here." A middle aged thin women with black hair that was pulled back off her face answered the door, her lips were tight, her eyes slightly red her skin pale. Draco guessed this was Harry's aunt Petunia.
"Yes, you don't mind do you?" Harry asked watching his aunt carefully.
"No I don't come in." Petunia stepped aside and let Harry inside the house. "Shoes off please." She said wincing slightly as Harry treaded slightly on her carpet in his shoes, despite the fact that they were perfectly clean. "Who is this?" Petunia asked stiffly as Draco stood on the porch not too sure if he should be coming in or not.
"This is Draco Malfoy, he's a friend of mine that was staying with me when I received your letter he agreed to come along, is it okay if he stays a while." Harry asked Petunia.
"The spare room is taken by Marge, she has come down to see Vernon where will he stay." She said looking at Draco distastefully.
"He can stay in my room, don't worry he won't get in the way." Harry said signalling for Draco to come in.
"What will I tell Marge?" Petunia said looking fearfully up at the stairs where they heard a door being open.
"Am I still at that place?" Harry asked ignoring Draco's questioning looks.
"Yes." Petunia said giving a look towards Draco.
"Well tell her that Draco is here to check on me make sure this incident hasn't affected my mental state."
"Okay." Petunia said looking at Draco before turning back to Harry. "Remember it is St. Brutus's Secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys." Petunia barked at Harry.
"I won't." Harry said trying not to notice Draco snort of laughter from behind him. "We will take our stuff upstairs, when are you leaving for the hospital?"
"In twenty minutes, be ready." She turned on her heel and walked into the kitchen leaving Harry and Draco in the hall together.
"Come on let's get unpacked." Harry led the way upstairs, Draco followed him up trying to get a look at everything that he could see, this house was very different from any wizard one he had seen, there were wires and white things o the walls that had switches. "This is my room." Harry said opening the first door off the landing. Harry's room was small, it had a wardrobe, a chest of draws a desk and a bed in. Draco entered noticing two things that were seemingly out of place in the room, there was a cat flap and locks on the outside of the door.
"Do you have a cat?" Draco asked confused.
"No, I was given food though the cat flap in the summer before my second year." Harry explained putting his rucksack down on his bed. "I'm amazed they haven't changed anything." Draco closed the door and placed his rucksack on the desk and leaned against it.
"So this is where the boy-who-lived grew up, huh." Draco said watching as Harry magically unpacked his clothes.
"Actually I spent the first eleven years in a cupboard." Harry said absentmindedly as he looked round the room noticing one problem.
Draco's moth fell open. "I thought you were joking!"
Harry ignored him. "Draco do you want to sleep on the floor or do you mind sharing a bed?"
"What?" Draco asked confused at the sudden question.
"There's one bed, two people. You can either sleep on the floor on a mattress and spare sheets or I can enlarge the bed and we can share. What do you want to do?" Harry looked at Draco's face that was fixed in a shocked expression with his moth hanging open in a very un-Malfoyish way.
'Share the bed. share the bed! SHARE THE BED!' Draco's mind screamed. "The floor." He said quickly. "I'll sleep on the floor."
"You sure?" Harry asked watching as Draco's face was filled with conflicted thoughts and emotions.
"Yeah sure." Draco answered trying to quieten the voices in his head.
"Harry?" A voice called though the door before it was flung open, there standing in the frame was Harry's cousin Dudley, he was as tall as Draco with his black hair cut short, he was no longer beefy but muscular, and his little piggy eyes were focused on Harry who was looking slightly worried. "Harry you're back!" Dudley came over and pulled Harry into a bone crushing hug, Draco watched shocked. Since the war when Harry had made sure that the Dursley's were safe Dudley had been a whole lot nicer to him, even giving Harry one of his TV's and game consoles for him to use at school which Harry had to refuse as they did not work at Hogwarts.
"Good to see you too Dudley." Harry said trying to breath under his cousin's weight that though not made up of fat any more was still remarkably heavy.
"So how long are you back for?" Dudley asked after releasing Harry.
"Three days."
"Not Christmas?" Dudley's face fell. "Why? Is it because I was mean to you?"
"No, it's not that." Harry said trying to find a reason for not spending Christmas with his family. "I'm going to spend the day with friends of mine."
"Okay." Dudley hung his head slightly. "Who's that?" He pointed a finger towards Draco who glared back at him. Malfoy's were not pointed at!
"This is Draco Malfoy he is a friend of mine from school, he was staying with me so I brought him along. Draco this is Dudley my cousin." Harry introduced them with a wave of his hand.
"So what you are a wizard too?" Dudley asked stupidly.
"Yes." Draco answered looking the other boy up and down taking in his muscular appearance and piggy face despite the fact that most of the fat had gone.
"You are a good one though right? Not like that Volde thing." Harry sniggered at what Dudley called Voldemort, Draco tried not to laugh.
"No he's not." Harry answered.
Dudley nodded. "We better go mum wants to get there early so we miss the traffic. Are you coming too?" Draco looked at Harry not knowing if he was meant to be going or not.
"Yeah he is. Come on lets go." The three of them left Draco trailed behind feeling rather strange to be travelling with a family that he didn't know to go and see their sick relative. He supposed that Harry just wanted to have someone to talk to other than his family.
"Boy." A harsh voice cracked along the corridor, Harry cringed slightly before turning round and looking at his aunt Marge. "Let's look at you." For a second Harry thought that he had already blown her up again, but then he noticed that she had just gained even more weight and her face had become even redder since he had last seen her. "Hum..." She eyed him "Looks like that school has been feeding you up too much, don't you think Petunia." She barked. "You should feed him less too Petunia, too much food for someone like him will make his mind over active and dangerous don't you agree?" She said turning to Draco who was standing next to Harry at the bottom of the stairs looking shocked at the women before him.
Petunia must have seen the anger in Draco's eyes as she stepped in. "He no longer lives with us; he has a permanent residence at St. Brutus's."
"Good you finally got him out of your house; I told you you should have never taken him in Petunia, it would have been better to send him off to an orphanage the instant you saw him, good for nothing waste of space he is." Marge took a breath. "What do you think?" She turned to Draco again and scrutinised him. "You look too young to be a qualified carer, what are your references?" Draco glared at the women his hand itching towards his wand. Harry, Petunia and Dudley seemed to notice this and there was a slight intake of breath from them all.
"Marge we better be off, don't want to be stuck in the traffic do we." Petunia said as Harry grabbed Draco's slowly moving hand.
"Yes we better be." She said walking towards the door and out to the car, the others filed out leaving Draco and Harry in the hall alone.
"Draco don't okay." Harry said giving Draco a warning look.
"But what she said you don't deserve that! If it wasn't for you she's most likely be dead!" Draco whispered angrily back.
"I agree, but don't hex them, you have never hurt a muggle don't start now even if you are trying to defend me."
"They are the worse kind of muggles, they hate you, and they hate magic! How did you live with them?" Draco exclaimed shocked.
"Just as I have lived with you at school and the way I have lived with Voldemort in my head." Harry said. "Don't worry about it, if it gets too much we can leave; I no longer have to stay here for protection I am staying out of choice."
"Fine." Draco said moodily.
"Good." Harry smiled. "You're kind of cute when you are angry." He said chuckling slightly as he said it.
Draco looked into Harry's bright green eyes, his mouth slightly open. He felt his face heat up; Harry leaned in slightly his eyes moving from Draco's eyes to his lips and back again. Draco's breath hitched. His and Harry's hands were still connected and the skin felt like it was on fire. Draco didn't know what to do; he had an overwhelming urge to close the gap between them but didn't know what it would mean for them.
"Boy, what are you doing you're going to make us late." Marge's booming voice sounded though the open front door effectively ending the moment between them.
"Just be nice." Harry said his breath ghosting over Draco's lips before he let go of Draco's hand and walked out of the front door to the car. Draco let out the breath he had been holding and followed trying to get impure thoughts of Harry out of his head. When he saw what he was going to be travelling in all thoughts of Harry were gone. 'What is that?!'
It had been a day since they had arrived at number four. Draco had been sleeping on a spare mattress on the floor and he was not happy about it. The mattress despite his best efforts was still lumpy and uncomfortable, Draco had spent the night before thrashing around on the mattress uncomfortable only managing to get a few hours of sleep, and this night was looking like it was going to be the same.
"Stop making so much noise!" Harry complained throwing a small object from his bedside table at Draco.
"Ouch! What was that for?" Draco complained as the object hit him.
"That was for keeping me up!" Harry retorted.
"Well I wouldn't be keeping you up if I was comfortable would I!"
"Draco get up." Harry said sleepily. Draco obliged and moved over to a corner of the room away from the offending mattress. Harry fumbled for his wand and then flicked it at the mattress which flew over and stood up next to the wardrobe leaving floor space where it used to be. Harry then flicked his wand again causing his bed to grow in size and cover the space where the mattress was before. "Get in."
Draco walked cautiously over to the bed where Harry was laying and pulled himself under the covers. "Thanks." He muttered but he was just answered with a snore.
That morning Draco woke up to find Harry leaning over him. "Oh hello." Harry said tingeing pink as Draco opened his eyes.
"What are you doing" Draco asked.
"I don't know." Harry said his eyes creased in confusion, he lent forward slowly and touched his lips to Draco's. Draco's eyes flew open then closed as he felt Harry's tongue run across his bottom lip asking for entrance. Draco gave it and allowed Harry to explore his mouth. Draco placed his hand on the back of Harry neck deepening the kiss. Harry broke apart when the need for air became too great. He looked down at Draco who's lips were swollen and red, his grey eyes filled with emotion. "Good morning." Harry said grinning.
"Good morning." Draco said back also grinning.
"We um, better get up." Harry said pushing himself up off the bed and crawling over Draco's legs in order to get out of the bed. Draco laughed.
"What are we going to do today go and see your uncle in hospital again?" They had been to the hospital both days sitting by Harry's over weight uncle's bed. Petunia had explained who Draco was as they entered and Vernon grunted but did not say much else on the matter. Harry had explained to Draco what a heart attack was and had spent much of the rest of the days explaining to Draco what the different machines were and what they did. Draco was fascinated, even if they were muggle objects.
"No, he's coming home today." Harry said. "We can go out if you like." Harry suggested. "There are some shops down the road if you want." Draco nodded agreeing to go with Harry. With that they got changed in silence both not mentioning the moment of affection that they had shared moments before, neither seemed to want to bring it up, or forget about it.
"We're going out." Harry said walking into the kitchen with Draco behind him.
Petunia turned around. "Okay, are you coming back?" She asked her lips tight.
"Yeah later, we will get some food when we are out so don't worry about making up a plate." Harry said. 'Not that you give him much to begin with.' Draco thought bitterly remembering the half portion that Harry was supposed to be called dinner, Draco on the other hand was being given extra, he supposed it was something about the muggles worried that he was going to tell people how they treated Harry.
"Do you really think that he should be out Petunia with his mental state? He should be locked up." Marge said putting her two cent in. Draco glared at the lady, she seemed to be the worst of them all, and she didn't even know that Harry was a wizard. Although now he thought about it she probably would be nicer to him if she knew that Harry had to power to blow her up like a balloon; that story had made Draco laugh with the image of the large lady flying over Surry, which was where he was told they were.
"In my professional opinion I would say that interacting with others is better for him mentally it shows him how others live their lives." Draco said acting quickly, Marge switched her gaze over to him frowning.
"What qualifies you to make those choices; you still haven't told me what your references are. Petunia you should really check on places like St. Brutus before you spend your good hard earned money on that brat." Marge commented turning back to Petunia before Draco had to make up some fake qualifications.
"Come on lets go." Harry whispered into Draco's ear, the warmth from his breath making Draco twinge pink as it hit his ear lobe. They left the kitchen leaving Marge to lecture a bored looking Petunia about the proper handling of finances.
"Where are you going?" Harry heard a gruff voice sound from behind him; he turned and saw Dudley standing at the bottom of the stairs watching as they pulled on their coats before going out.
"We are going out." Harry said giving a side long look at Draco.
"Can I come?" Dudley said grabbing his jacket and starting to pull it on.
"Well I was going to show Draco the muggle sties, he doesn't know much about them, and it will probably be very boring learning about different muggle places and everything." Harry said trying to put Draco off of the idea.
"Okay." Dudley said his face falling slightly. "We never spend any time together anymore." He complained.
Draco looked around at the pictures that lined the hall, it didn't look like they had spent any time together before hand. "When did we spend time together before?" Harry asked voicing Draco's suspicions.
"We used to place hide and seek." Dudley said cheerfully.
"Erm, no." Harry said raising his eye brows. "You used to play Harry Hunting, I used to hide."
"Oh, what's the difference?" He asked stupidly.
Harry shook his head. "Don't worry." He turned and left the house walking out into the cold December air. He gardens along the road were covered in a layer of snow and the sun beat down on them though the cold air. Harry breathed in deeply. "Come on, I'll show you around."
Music started as they started to walk down the middle of the road in the inch deep snow, no cars were travelling today; the weather had told them to not go outside unless they had to.
'Let me tell y'all what it's like
Watching idol on a friday night
In a house built safe and sound
On indian burial ground
Sham On' Harry sung walking with his hands in his pockets Draco watching him as he sung.
'We drive our cars everyday
To and from work both ways
So we make just enough to pay
To drive our cars to work each day' Harry pointed to a man that was dressed in a heavy coat who was trying to remove the ice from the windshield of his BMW. Harry and Draco laughed.
'We're rocking the suburbs
Around the block just one more time' Harry grabbed Draco's hand and ran dragging him round the corner of the street.
'We're rocking the suburbs
Cause I can't tell which house is mine' Harry sung shrugging as Draco looked round agog and the number of identical houses.
'We're rocking the suburbs
We part the shades and face facts
They got better looking Fescue
Right across the cul de sac' They continued to walk along the snowy road.
'Hotwheels take rising stars
Get rich quick seminars
Soap opera magazines
40,000 watt nativity scenes' Harry pointed to the many nativity scenes that littered the front gardens of the houses.
'Don't freak about the smoke alarm' Harry said as Draco jumped as an alarm started to sound from a house to the left.
'Mom left the TV dinner on' A small voice said from inside the house; he was holding a very burnt plate of food.
'Yet we're rocking the suburbs
From family feud to Chevy Chase
We're rocking the suburbs
We numb the muscles in our face' Harry and Draco laughed as people walked by with very fake smiled spread across their faces as they walked round
'We're rocking the suburbs
Feed the dog and mow the lawn' Harry pointed out a man who was trying to mow the lawn below the frost.
'Watching mommy balance the checks
While daddy juggles credit cards'
They creped behind a row of hedges and looked just over it at a man who was standing on the front steps of a women's house.
'Hi, sorry to bother you
The name's Bill
I live just across the street
Yeah that's right over there
No, no not that house, the one next to it with the extra flower bed' Bill pointed smiling fourcefully at the lady.
'Oh, and here's all your papers from the last few days, they were just piling up on the driveway where the...whole neighborhood could see them' He said signalling to the two papers that were in his arms, Draco and Harry stifled a laugh.
'Not that that's a problem of course
But that and the grass being a little overgrown
Might give someone the impression that you Were out of town
And you wouldn't want that
I've got to be going shortly to a little
class I've been attending I just...
No, no, no, no not pottery or anything like that it's uh...
An ANGER MANAGEMENT class' He said shouting the words into the women's face.
'Actually,
and speaking of that very class
They've been emphasising finding some common ground
With people before you confront them
to avoid becoming violent, you know?
Well actually we do have a few things in common
Here could you take these papers
They're getting my suit wet' Bill duped the wet papers into the women's arms making her spill her morning tea a bit, making her glare slightly.
'and as I was saying
we do live on the same cul-de-sac
That's common ground
and I believe we actually have the same house plan, except the reverse, your garage is on the left and mine's on the...
No, it wasn't me that dialled 911 at 6:31pm Wednesday about your son's noisy rock band' He said after the women interrupted him.
'anyway it's about your dog
And of course about our garbage
And the neighbor's garbage can
No, I'm sorry it is your dog
Who's been strewing garbage around the block
And I have digital evidence
Complete with red eye reduction
which I will e-mail to you
to prove that it is in fact your dog
Now, I should warn you that I have a black belt in in karate too
and I'm certainly don't mind using it if necessary
No, not on you man
ON...YOUR...STINKING...DOG ' Bill screamed as Draco and Harry started hurrying away as the man noticed that they were there a turned to glare at them shouting something that neither could here at their retreating backs.
'We're rocking the suburbs
Everything we need is here
We're rocking the suburbs
But it wasn't here last year
We're rocking the suburbs
You'll never know when we are gone
Because the timer lights come on
And turn the cricket noises on each night
Yeah, yeah, we're rocking the suburbs
Yeah, yeah, we're rocking the suburbs' Harry and Draco sung as they ran down the road skating slightly on the ice that laid beneath the snow. When the music drifted away they burst out laughing and collapsed in the middle of the snowy field at the park near to Privet Drive.
"What was that?" Draco said laughing at the memory of Harry signing.
"I don't know, I think it's that singing song that Dumbledore left us, but I thought it only worked at Hogwarts." Harry said lapsing into thought about what this might mean.
"Don't think about it now, ask Granger about it when you get back she will know." Draco said laying out in the snow next to Harry relaxing.
"I guess you're right." Harry said brow still furrowed. A large white wet ball hit him in the face a moment later making him splutter slightly before seeing Draco keeling over him snowflakes still attached to his woollen glove. Harry laughed before noticing Draco's slightly conflicted face. "What?" Harry asked. The next moment Draco had closed the gap between them and touched his warm lips to Harry's cold ones from the snow.
To Harry it felt like Draco's lips were on fire but it was welcoming. He put his hand behind Draco's neck and pulled him further down letting Draco's tongue enter his mouth and explore, they stayed their kissing one another caught up until Draco felt something cold and wet hit the top of his head. He pulled apart and looked down at Harry's grinning face with his flushed red cheeks and just snogged red lips. "You are so going to get it Potter." Draco said grabbing a handful of snow and making it into a snow ball. Harry squeaked and hurriedly bolted up running away from Draco as Draco chased him around the empty park which was still empty as the other children had not woken up that day wanting a lay on their snow day.
Sodden wet Harry and Draco finally left the park four hours later; there had been a massive snow ball fight in the park between the local children. Draco and Harry had been caught up in a snow ball fight against Dudley and his gang that he still hung around with. Draco and Harry had won against the five boys not because they were better but because they had their wands up their sleeves and had used magic to quickly make snowballs and throw them at the unsuspecting boys. It was only when Dudley realised what they were doing two hours after they had started that he had called off the game in fear that someone would work out the snowballs were flying at their own accord. Instead he and his gang had gone off to pick on some younger children. Harry shook his head; no matter how nice Dudley had become to him he was still a bully to others.
"Food?" Harry asked looking at Draco's flushed face, his grey eyes flashing with exhilaration.
"Yeah I'm starved." Draco said remembering their lack of breakfast.
"Come on I bet you have never been to this place before." Harry said dragging Draco down the street towards a building with a large yellow M outside.
"What is this?" Draco said sniffing the smell in the air as he walked through the door.
"Muggle food." Harry said grinning pulling Draco to the queue of young people who were lined up waiting impatiently for their turn.
"Why are we lining up?" Draco complained. "Where are the waiters? Why aren't we being shown to a table? What's the point of those trays with those funny boxes on saying..." Draco squinted his eyes. "'Happy Meal' on?" He looked towards Harry who was trying not to laugh at Draco's snobbish behaviour as people started to look around at him their eyebrows raised. "Harry." He said leaning forward and whispering into Harry's ear looking around fearfully struck by a sudden thought. "Are we in some sort of muggle mafia drug distributer?" Harry couldn't help it he burst out laughing casing more people to turn and look at the hysterical boy; Draco pouted. "What?" He moaned upset by Harry's reaction to his serious question.
"Draco, this is a muggle fast food place. It is where you queue up for some food that is full of fat and salt, you then pay for it and either take it away to eat someplace else or eat it in here after carrying it over to an empty table on a tray. Harry Meals are small meals for children which you get a small toy in. It is cheap processed food not drugs, and it is not connected to the mafia!" Harry stressed causing some people who overheard the last bit to look at them strangely.
"It doesn't sound nice." Draco said pouting again and crossing his arms.
"It's not good for you but it tastes nice. I'll order for you don't worry." Harry said as they approached the counter where they ordered their food. "Two big Mack meals with fries and two cokes please." Harry said to the women who was standing behind the till looking bored. Harry paid the money with his own, and Draco watched shocked as the women place the food on the tray next to the till in less than two minutes.
"Wow! That was fast!" Draco said following Harry as he walked over to where you get the sauces with the tray of food in his hands.
Harry smiled. "That's why it's called fast food."
"It was like magic, one second the tray was empty the next it was full." Draco said as they sat down at an empty table. Harry passed Draco his food.
"Well eat." He said still grinning watching as Draco bit into the burger.
At first Draco's face retorted into one of pure horror at the taste of the burger, the next he pulled a smiled and started eating the food hungrily in a way that any Malfoy would be horrified of. "This is good." He said though a mouthful of food.
Harry laughed as he was eating his own. "You are eating like Ron." He commented making Draco mock glare at him before he started eating his chips. Harry watched Draco wolf down his food thinking to himself that he may have found a side of Draco that he really liked. He just wanted to know what this meant for their friendship or if it made them more than just friends.
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