Harry awoke in an unfamiliar bed. He was about to go full panic attack when an arm tightened around his waist. The raven looked down into the angelic face of his sleeping lover and smiled. They had made it back to the manor.

Draco mumbled something in his sleep, rubbing his face against Harry's shoulder. Harry smiled at the pure innocence the blonde gave off, his pale hair splayed out beneath him.

The raven turned his attention to his surroundings, taking in the room with wide eyes. It was huge! Bigger than his whole house, even. The white stone walls were covered in thick fabrics of rich hues. Directly above the headboard of the bed was a huge tapestry, woven in with tiny silver strands that made the picture shimmer. There wasn't much furniture. The bed, a bench, and a small table. However, Harry noted with a slight smirk, there WAS a fireplace.

When Harry was done examining the room, he turned to Draco, deciding it was time to get the boy up. He shook the blondes shoulder gently, receiving no reply other than a throaty grunt.

Sighing, Harry sat up, yanking the covers off and hissing as the cold air surrounded his body. He looked at Draco happily as the elf whined, curling into a ball and opening one gray eye.

"I hate you." He murmured, tugging the covers back onto himself. Harry clucked his tongue, throwing the covers to the floor.

"You take that back!"

"Prat!"

"Jerk!" Harry sniffed, turning his back on his boyfriend and hunching his shoulders. He felt a strong arm wrap around his chest, and leaned into the touch.

"Fine, I'm up. Is there something in particular you wanted?" The blonde murmured into Harry's shoulder. The green eyed boy grinned, shaking his head.

"Nope, I just enjoy pissing off the prince!" The raven hopped off the bed, scrambling towards the door. Draco beat him too it.

"Oh no you don't, you great big git! I'll get you for that one!" Harry backed up towards the bed again as Draco advanced on him, eyes glancing from side to side for an escape.

"No one to protect you from the wrath of the prince, my dear." Draco cooed, reaching out to grab up his lover. Harry ducked, screaming playfully, and ran behind Draco, resting his hands on the blondes back.

"Help me Dray, there's a deranged prince and he's trying to kill me!" Draco spun around, gathering Harry up into his arms and pressing the boys face into his chest.

"Just say the word Harry, and I'll get rid of him!" Harry giggled, lifting his head and placing a gentle kiss on Draco's soft lips.

"I wouldn't tell you to send him away even if my life depended on it."

Draco finished buttoning his shirt quickly, turning towards his waiting lover. He smiled encouragingly, holding out his hand. The raven took it shyly, grinning back.

"Ready to meet the people of the manor?" He teased, giving Harry's hand a light squeeze. The green eyed boy blushed, looking at his feet.

"Not really."

"Too late, my friend, too late." Draco laughed, dragging Harry down the long corridor and towards a rather large flight of gleaming marble stairs. They descended them slowly, Draco receiving many warm welcomes.

They got to the bottom, and Draco led them to another corridor, this one completely empty. Harry leaned close to the blondes head, still feeling the odd need to whisper.

"You've got a lot of admirers."

"No. Merely politicians who want my favor. You'll soon be meeting some of my closer...friends." Draco paused, giving Harry the time to prepare himself, before pulling open one of the biggest doors the raven had ever seen in his life.

The smaller boy gaped, eyes going wide as he took in the sight in front of him. Draco tugged his hand, urging him forward.

"Holy..."

"Yes, yes. It is quite...big, isn't it? This room is mostly the whole bottom floor of the manor. We hold parties and dances and such. Ah, mother." Draco stopped; hand gripping Harry's even tighter. The raven looked up at the tall, elegant woman in front of him, blushing as her cold blue eyes met his.

"Mother, this is Harry. Harry, mother."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am." Harry held out a thin, shaking hand. The one that Draco wasn't holding. Narcissa looked at him with a sneer.

"Yes, I'm sure it is." She answered, completely ignoring his hand. Harry let it drop after a few more seconds, looking thoroughly mortified and embarrassed. Draco gave his hand another light squeeze, smiling in his direction before addressing his mother once more.

"I don't suppose you know where father is?" He asked quietly, his voice giving no hint of his emotion. Narcissa sniffed, pointing towards the door at the back of the room.

"He's out in the courtyard with the boy's. Taking an early lunch, I suppose." Draco nodded, stepping aside to let his mother pass. She did so haughtily, sweeping her robes around her forcefully, the tail end of one nipping Harry on the cheek. Draco shrugged apologetically, leading Harry towards the door.

"She's not too fond of the idea of me not being with Pansy. She'll get over it eventually." The blonde smiled, kissing Harry on the cheek.

"I still love you, no matter what she thinks." Harry smiled, turning his head to allow Draco to place a soft kiss on his lips.

"Now, ready to meet my father and friends?" the raven nodded slowly, following Draco out into the courtyard. He was not expecting the sight that met his eyes, but then again, it was the Malfoy Manor.

No more than ten chairs were set up around a lavishly carved table. Said table was piled high of every kind of food imaginable, and Harry's mouth watered just at the sight of it. Men were seated around the table, laughing merrily and eating. The chatter quieted as Draco came through the door, and stopped when they caught sight of Harry holding onto the blondes hand.

A tall man stepped forward, his hair an array of shining silver strands, and sporting cool gray eyes the same as Draco's. Draco released Harry's hand, stepping forward to meet his father in a firm hug. The man smiled as he stepped back, looking Draco up and down.

"I am glad you have returned unharmed, son. And with a mate, none the less." Draco smiled, stepping aside and motioning for Harry to come forward. The raven did so, eyes growing wide as Draco's father was the first to hold out his hand. He took it gingerly, blushing.

"Lucius Malfoy."

"Harry Potter, sir. Pleasure to meet you." Lucius shook his hand lightly, releasing it with a wave.

"Call me Lucius." The tall blonde returned to his chair, beckoning at two empty chairs beside him.

"Join us, won't you?" Draco nodded, heading towards the chair next to his father. Harry followed, having every intention of inhabiting the chair besides Draco, but a firm arm around his waist stopped him, and he found himself being pulled down onto his blonde lovers lap. He squirmed uncomfortably; face turning a bright shade of red. He relaxed after a bit, noticing that nobody really seemed to care. Or at least, they weren't looking.

Harry soon found himself becoming comfortable. His eyes only half open as he listened to the gentle murmur of the voices around him. So far he had been introduced to Draco's military consultants, Malcolm Baddock and Thomas Nott, As well as the intelligence consultant, a young, brown haired girl named Hermione.

Harry was just about to drift off when a soft laughing caught his attention. He opened one eyes blearily, green eyes meeting rather amused silver ones. The man smiled at him, reaching out and smoothing his hair gently before the eye disappeared from Harry's range of sight, being replaced with someone's waist.

"I think we woke him up, Draco. Maybe you should take him back up to your quarters. He must be exhausted." Harry closed his eyes again as he felt the soft rumble in his mates chest as the blonde responded to his father. He was too tired to pay attention to what he was saying though, and the next thing he knew, he was being lifted in a pair of strong arms.

The first initial reaction was panic, and Harry forced his eyes open, clenching his hands in whoever's robes it was that was carrying him.

"Shh, it's just me, Harry." Draco's low voice calmed Harry instantly, and the raven relaxed slightly, unclenching his hands and looping them around Draco's neck instead. The blonde chuckled, using his hip to open the door.

Harry listened to the quiet padding of Draco's footsteps as he was carried down the corridor, and vaguely remembered the sensation of being carried up stairs, but the boy didn't hear them reach the top as a deep sleep claimed him.