Okay, So …I have returned :O

But before I press on continuing this fiction, I think it's apt to explain myself. First of all I'd like to address my latest reviewer: Callie. Thank you very much for your review, but my authors notes are my personal input and as you may have noticed I do tend to bitch and whine a lot. Sorry, but that is my character. Unfortunately I find that my dry sense of sarcastic humour doesn't come out very well in words either, so maybe to you, I appear worse than I believe that I am. I just thought that I'd address this before I explain my fic writing absence.

And now to explain myself.

As you know there are many Harry Potter fan fiction platforms in which people write fics. And one day after posting chapter 8, I decided to go on a browse, updates were slow and I wanted to read something good. I came upon this non-descript, small time (I think it was a personal fan fiction website) and as I was scrolling down found the description of a fiction with Harry and Draco having to look after a flour baby.

I thought wow! Same theme as mine, thought I'd read it to see how someone else had explored the theme as you do. So as you can probably guess, I felt pretty disgusted and more than upset to find my own fic - Playing House, re-titled and embedded within shitty author's notes about how much fun and how much of a challenge it was to write each chapter.

As I'm sure you can understand I was pissed off and desperately unhappy and even after hounding the plagiarist to delete it and even when they did, my appetite to write anymore was gone. But three/four months down the line I have picked up my muse and am determined to finish this fic for you and I.

I'd like to disclaim that I do not own Harry potter, characters or universe. All I sort-of-own is this here fan fiction which I have written myself and therefore do not appreciate people pretending it is their own. If you want to use this fanfiction upon your own site (for whatever reason) please post it with a link and mention of my writing it, please do not post it as your own. Because it's a form of plagiarism and I'm sure it's probably addictive and before you know it, you may find yourself with a law suit or worse for copying something undeniably owned by someone. (true facts, Google criminal charges of Plagiarism - I dare ya)

So welcome to Chapter 9!

Warning! - This isnt beta'd. You'd think, Heck! She's had long enough to write it out properly but honestly, my posting is rushed as to avoid the crippling low self-esteem and nerves and not end up posting this at all. D':


Harry sat at the table staring into his bowl of now soggy cornflakes with no focus at all until the hand waving in front of him trying to rescue him from his trance began to get frantic and he decided that the orangey, yellow mush was not so much of an attractive sight.

Sighing slightly he looked up to see his two best friends along with the two Slytherins, who were managing to put up with them and him, looking at him expectantly and he mentally noted he could only stall for so long and probably whilst Draco was having a long morning shower and was currently not there, was probably the best time to tell them the important, secret details.

"I managed to save him from Averley." He stated with a small smile and noticed the small amount of relief in their eyes, apart from Ron, who Harry realized was going to have the hardest time out of his news and may go back to hating him again for a while.

"There's a catch isn't there." Hermione stated .without question and he gave a dumb nod, only Ron looked surprised and slightly agitated, but once again he had expected that response from him regardless

"You better spill it Potter," Pansy voiced and Blaise nodded in agreement, "the more we know, the more we can help if problems occur."

He swallowed deeply and exhaled loudly, straightening out his figure a little to help give himself courage to voice all he needed to say. "In order to annul the need for Averley's proposal, Draco needs to become engaged and married. I offered myself."

The silence was cutting and Ron looked sheer white whilst the rest frowned to themselves before Blaise's looked deepened and he looked completely at him. "Mr and Mrs Malfoy are actually going to let Draco marry a half-blood?" He sounded incredulous and Harry gave him a wan smile.

"Gotta have this blood purificatory transfusion thing." He replied and Hermione scowled, her whole look becoming rigid... Ron was scowling also.

"That's Illegal!" She hissed under her breath whilst the two Slytherins rolled their eyes, Harry watched those reactions.

"Illegal they may be, they're still very common in pureblood families, to be honest I'm not surprised about this reaction, after all the main concern for any Pureblood family is to retain 'Pureblood' but not interbreed, you'd be hard pressed to find anyone naturally pure-blooded around here that isn't some distant cousin of Draco Malfoy. My question is what are you doing for title and does Draco even know?" Pansy asked it quietly and Harry couldn't help but appreciate how her questions made telling the details easier.

"I'm taking up the extinct pureblood title 'Peverell' from my father's pure-blooded side and no Draco doesn't know it's me, all he knows is he is going to be betrothed to a Mr Peverell rather than Lord Averley."

"You can't be fucking serious!" Ron had somehow gotten up from his seat. "I can't believe that you're going to marry that disgusting ferret!" Everyone turned to him and looked practically horrified, especially Harry, hadn't they just fixed the problems they'd just recently had?

"Ron, I thought you were okay with this?" He managed to ask, trying to hide his hurt and Ron gave him a stark look from his already hateful expression.

"I was alright when it was you messing around and when it wasn't serious, but now you're going to marry him. You do understand that when you marry the fucker you're going to have to 'play house' with him and make babies?" Ron practically seethed and Harry thanked his still disapproving but brilliant bushy haired friend as she cast a secretive silencing charm around them.

"Yes, I do understand that Ron." Harry stated as calmly as possible, trying to dissipate the situation.

"Then why the fucks are you doing it then!"

"You know what Ron just go away." Harry drawled in a style that would even make the subject Malfoy or his harder to please father proud and the shocked red head actually stumbled away.

Harry banged his head several times against the breakfast table they frequented, ignoring the odd looks he was receiving for it.

How stupid could he have possibly been? Ron was 'partially right' (OH MERLIN!) This wasn't some sort of half hearted game. He was now freaking engaged. Well to-be anyway, to Draco motherfucking Malfoy of all people! The person for the past six years of his life he'd despised and had only just recently 'played nice' with and had a few sex dreams about and now he was bloody going to marry him!

Whilst they'd gone out to lunch, because Draco hadn't eaten anything and was a hungry and grumpy 'Dragon', Narcissa had continuously asked Harry if he was absolutely sure in quiet, because he couldn't back out of it once they had set the ball rolling as it were, but he had adamantly said he was one-hundred percent positive of it and now there was no way out.

Draco had been told that a Mr Peverell had personally asked for his hand in marriage and that he was of a similar age, so they believed it would be in better interest for Draco to accept Mr Peverell's offer rather than Lord Averley's based upon the fact that their ages were similar and Mr Peverell had more of a desirable interest in Draco rather than as a trophy.

Of course, Draco being himself wasn't all that keen at first, questioning the Peverell name which he had believed to be extinct (which it technically was, although Harry was a direct descendant), then there was the money issue, then there was the title, then there was the fact Draco definitively liked older men and women which Harry didn't even know about up till this point.

But in the end the 'he actually may have a romantic interest in you' statement won out and then further questions like; Can I meet him? Were answered with 'he's a very busy man and rather shy'. To which the indignant retort was 'I don't want someone who's no good in bed!' Which Harry had to excuse himself from the table for, because whilst it was a good thing, learning personal things about his to be husband, it was also mentally taxing him, the expectations Draco was going to have of his future husband were definitely going to be high.

But worst of all was Harry Potter's involvement. The question came towards the end of their lunch when Draco asked if Harry knew him, to which he responded to with a yes and now Draco would frequently ask him questions, a few every day, about what Mr Peverell was like and would write them down in a sort of journal he had and slowly he was building a very distinct picture of his future husband: Harry Potter.

So now Harry had to sneak, yes. Sneak! Over, in the middle of the night, to the blonde's bed and pry the damned book out of the blonde's sleeping hands, which was 'hell-a risky' in order to erase some of the details that were so very close to exposing him.

And if Draco wasn't already growing wise to it, he would be in a short while.

Everyone was looking at him but he didn't really find himself to care and everything around him seemed to fade away into a quiet, dull sound before a banging noise of a powerful charm sounded and the Hall was filled with a mass of wailing that could even challenge the monstrosity of the mandrakes screams and they all stared at their flour baby's who's stitched faces held changing expressions, all of which resembled a child in tears and Harry instantly thought about poor Draco who was probably panicking at the state of their now flour baby.

Speaking of the blonde. "By the way, don't let a word of this slip to anybody!" Harry hissed at them all and they all nodded getting the idea as he rose from the table, grimacing a little as the screaming sound intensified because seriously no-one had read the care guide. "Now if you'll excuse me I…"

He stopped as a familiar platinum blonde leant up against him, placing their own wailing flour baby onto the table next to the other three's before taking the teaspoon out of the bowl of cinnamon spiced cooked apple which was a popular topping for pancakes from the Halloween party the year before and had thus been kept by popular demand, and brought a slightly heaped amount up to the sack's stitched lips, which somehow ate the substance and the wailing sound stopped instantly.

The blonde sat down next to him and others around them quickly followed suit, feeding their flour babies with some form of food, Crabbe and Goyle, paired together and somehow still in the running, tried to feed their flour baby bacon.

…it exploded.

"How did you know how to do that?" Hermione asked with a frown and he blonde gave her a scathing look.

"Read the care guide." He drawled and sipped at a glass of pumpkin juice… Ron's (nobody tell him) "Where's weasel bee?" Draco asked with disinterest.

"Ron isn't feeling well." Harry stated, instantly regretting it as Draco's attention was now rapt upon him. Those silver eyes burning through him reminding him of those debauched dreams he kept on having.

With perfect timing, an austere looking owl flew down along with several other owls and landed on the table with a slight clatter, overly laden with letters and parcels - for Harry and Draco. Gingerly he pinched them from her leg and treated her to a piece of toast before opening the first.

To Harry, I hope you die in your blood purification session today. Regards L. Malfoy

The second: To Harry, from Narcissa Malfoy, less simply reading;

Dearest Harry, today your first blood purification session will take place. Please meet Sev in the 'Room of Requirement' at 8:00am precisely. According to Headmistress McGonagall, today you have no set tasks and it is a 'day off'. If Draco asks, tell him you are off to visit his 'future husband' and will be gone for some time, the best and loveliest regards my future son-in-law, Cissy xxx

Harry decided who his favourite in-law was in five seconds flat.

Meanwhile, Draco received a letter from his 'Mommy' and 'Daddy' and a package, filled with more and more of yes-you-guessed-it lacy underwear. Because Harry decidedly feared how the Malfoy family exchanged familial love ~ with sexy lingerie that would promote even more unwanted sexy dreams.

Horror stricken and not just from Draco's new underwear Harry realized that the time was 7.55am and if he was late, he'd be skinned by 'Sev' to which Harry visibly shivered, Sev as in Severus Snape.

"I have to go!" Harry announced loudly and got up from his seat getting strange looks, especially from Draco.

"Where?" The blonde asked with curiosity and Harry smiled slightly, thank you Mrs Malfoy for your preplanned excuses.

"To go and see your future husband and convince him to come see you soon." Draco's face lit up slightly and Harry inwardly winced- so delighted to think of his future 'lover' that if the blonde realized the truth would most likely strangle him. "I'll be gone quite a while I expect." He finished quietly and got a nod.

"Okay, I'll be in Hogsmeade then."

"Will you be okay with, it?" Harry asked eying up the flour baby that was doing some creepy action that kind of resembled contented gurgling.

"Pev and I will be fine." Draco pulled a smug smile and Harry felt himself quirking a brow along with everyone else.

"Pev?"

"Pev~ Now, hurry along and don't keep my other Pev waiting." Blaise snickered, mouthing the words 'Other Pev' whilst Pansy smirked and Draco who had lifted the slightly leaking sack and pressed his absolutely delectable, eatable lips to the corner of its drawn face as he named it, making it emit a rather creepy giggle. Damned dirty sack, stealing his kisses and Draco love, Damned Pev!

Eventually he got his mind out of the gutter and Harry ran, full out pelted to the 'RoR' and ran through the door before coming to an abrupt halt at the sight of a more than pissed off Severus Snape.

"Ten minutes late Potter, unfortunately because this isn't a school based practice I cannot issue you a detention but I do not appreciate your tardiness, especially when I could be doing much more practical, rewarding things. Rest assured if this for my Godson I would not be doing this. Now! Get on the operating table and remove your shirt."

Harry complied without retort and sat upon the metal table, watching as the greasy haired man lifted a large glass jar off the side revealing a particularly nasty looking large slug like creature.

"Now, this is charmed to take only the 'impure Muggle blood' from your body, now we can do this in either one, two or four parts, but doing it all at once will probably kill you so it's up to you as to whether you want to do it in a shorter yet more painful, or less painful but longer time."

"I'll do it in two." Harry responded not quite sure what he was getting into, Snape looked more pissed if possible.

"Fine, now, it will be placed upon your chest and will take blood from the flesh above your heart. That way the pain will be less and the closer to the heart the faster the procedure. We will stop when you feel any particularly strong light headed effects, additionally you will need to drink the potion situated to your right in order to change your internal organs and muscle blood structure. Are you ready Mr Potter?"

It hurt. Oh Merlin's small shriveled balls it hurt. Hurt like a bitch! Harry stared horrified at the nasty, slimy fat leech as its whole body convulsed as it slurped up more of his sanguine life fluid.

"So…" Harry began trying to break the awkward silence that had been going on god knows how long now. "Draco doesn't know that I'm Peverell."

"Yes, and when he finds out, keep your hands in line with your head." Snape stated with a sneer, looking up from his ancient looking tome.

"Why?"

"Because he always goes for the eyes." Snape stated coolly, looking down at his book again.

"Okay… Uh Professor my head is beginning to feel fuzzy."

"Fine Potter, simply pull the leech off your skin and place it back in the jar, before taking the potion and then be on your way, I'll see you here at the same time tomorrow. Do not be late."

Despite feeling more than light headed Harry managed to escape the greasy professor and his nasty leech in record time and made his way back to his shared room, it was late afternoon now. He felt weak, drained and hungry.

He managed to mangle the French password and dragged himself into the room, that was thankfully Draco and Pev- less and he pulled himself into the bedroom and into bed. Dozing into the soft vanilla and salt scented sheets, not quite sleeping but not quite awake.

"Potter, what are you doing in my bed?" The amused drawl of a certain blonde came all to soon followed by the disturbing gurgling noises of 'Pev'.

"T'isnt your bed." Harry mumbled not even opening his eyes because it would only spring to vivid thoughts to his aching head.

"Yes it is potter and you didn't even have the decency to undress before you decided to lay in it." Harry cracked an eye open and viewed the blonde appreciatively as he slipped an all so familiar pink and fluffy marshmallow like sweet into his lovely mouth. Harry subconsciously licked his lips.

"What?" Draco broke his depreciating train of thought indignantly before frowning down at his bag of sweets nestled between his chest and Pev. "I'll let you have one if you kindly remove yourself from my bed." he drawled, lifting one between soft finger tips and scrutinizing it before sliding it past his lips.

Harry obliged, too enraptured in the others features and to tired to respond. As reward for his instant action he had a sweet practically smushed against his lips before he accepted it.

"It tastes like Vimto!"

"It tastes like a what?" The blonde asked looking a little put out and Harry blinked a couple of times trying to search his brain for a response Draco would not dislike.

"A sort of drink made from Grape and Raspberry juice."

"Oh, same flavourings then, these are my favourite. My parents used to give me them instead of chocolate."

"How was Mr Peverell?" Silver eyes seemed to light up and Harry found himself breathe deeply to calm himself. After all Draco wasn't getting excited over him… well he wouldn't if he knew who Peverell was.

"Uh yeah."

"How was he?"

"Fine, he's trying to make himself available to meet up with you." A beautiful smile came across rose lips and Harry felt himself smile also.

"That's good; will you be seeing him anytime soon?" Draco just had to cock his head to one side, looking cuter than ever, unnaturally cute and Harry felt a not so welcome stirring in his lower stomach and nether regions.

"Uhh yeah, tomorrow in fact."

"Brilliant I have something that I'd like you to give him if you could?"

"Okay." Pev was then thrust into his arms, making that disturbing gurgling sound again as the blonde went out the room and after rummaging through what sounded like several bags came back with a willow print - blue and white present wrapped immaculately with blue and pearlescent ribbons embellishing the top. "Here it is."

"What is it?" Harry's curiosity was peaked and his apparent blood-loss induced headache miraculously gone. Presents for Peverell meant presents for him and as someone who had never had many presents throughout his life, Harry was beyond enraptured.

"Mother said that it's customary to give your betrothed a gift as a sort of acceptance of their offer. It's quite old fashioned and traditional but seeing as he purposefully asked my parents for my hand, I thought it would be a nice gesture. It's a wrist watch, encrusted with diamonds."

Gently the precious gift was pressed into Harry's hands in return for Pev who started to make disgruntled and none the less creepy noises.

"Guess someone is hungry again I'm going to head off for dinner, are you coming?" Harry nodded and followed obediently, placing his gift upon the bedside table carefully. He seriously needed to talk to Blaise and Pansy about 'Courting gifts'.


It was when a rather vivid dream about a certain someone with blonde hair came to an end that Harry realized something was extremely wrong. Maybe it was the extra weight across his chest, or perhaps the fact he could see perfectly without his glasses or the fact that he clearly wasn't sleeping in his own bed or alone for that matter.

He lolled his head upwards shifting his shoulders a little and stared down to Draco sprawled over his chest, his short blonde tresses tickling the skin of his chest where his night shirt was unbuttoned revealing his skin which appeared more tanned, almost as if he'd been abroad - probably the light - along with the three bruised-dot triangle over his left peck.

Without the morning mental capacity to figure out how his bed hopping had occurred, he simply carded a hand through his hair which felt softer, sleeker and longer. There were too many oddities and curiosity overpowered the comfort of being in bed with the blonde, besides he didn't want to face the consequences if caught…and so, with heavy heart and heavier body he carefully detracted himself from underneath the other male and clumped as quietly as possible into the bathroom to look in the mirror.

…he blinked heavily before staring. He needed to find Snape. Pronto!


Well I personally think this chapter is quite stilted and i don't like the end but it felt like the best place… I'm a little rusty :/
Hopefully will update soon X

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Nice to see you again, Ciao for now.
Hollita x