Grimmauld

Lucius Malfoy would actually live in Azkaban on lifetime, but they had come to the conclusion that he was no longer a danger and that he had acted during the imperial curse, or whatever it was. Something like Draco at least did not care much about. Draco and his mother received a letter at home on New Year's Eve where he told the news to them.

Narcissa folded a tear of happiness when she read the letter for Draco. "Your father is coming home." she said low and smiled greatly. "At last it will be as usual again."

Draco knew that his mother was the only one he could talk to, so without mentioning the latest news, he asked: "Mom ... what would you say if I do not like Pansy?"

"Your old girlfriend? Nothing, you can always find another girl. You're so handsome." She climbed him on her shoulder and passed the living room. Draco just followed. Narcissa sat in an armchair near the fire and opened her book she was reading before the letter came. "Was not you ready?"

"No, it's like, something more ..." he felt how he became nervous and pulled his hand through his hair. "That's something I want to tell you, but you definitely can not tell something to your father."

"What is that sweetie?" asked Narcissa worriedly.

"Well ... I do not like Pansy."

"Yes?"

"I really do not like any girls at Hogwarts ..."

"You'll stop there soon. You can meet women in many other places. Just because I met your father there does not mean meeting your future wife at school."

"But I mean ... I do not like girls ... at all."

"What are you trying to say, Draco? What do you mean you do not like girls at all?"

Draco looked at his mother with a lowered head.

"Oh ... Oh! So you mean you ... you do not like girls ..." Draco nodded. Narcissa closed the book and put it on the table next to it. She took a deep breath. Draco, who seemed to think he'd never said anything, felt how his face was hot. "You know you and I love you, right?" You are eighteen years old and young. You will find the right one for you. Whether you are a man or a woman. Do you understand? It was very courageous to tell me this to me. "

"So you do not care?"

"Of course not, sweetheart! You're still my son, no matter what." She walked forward and hugged Draco. "Welcome Out."

…

The following evening, there was a party in the big ballroom in Malfoy's mansion. Lucius had come home and invited almost the entire ministry and neighbors around the area. He had even hired people who had embellished the whole hall with new year's decor and fixed all over the place.

"I know it was on short notice, and I apologize. But I just got to know that I would get out of that place, and I thought a New Year's party would not be completely wrong." Lucius said when he greeted his guests from the balcony to the office in the ballroom. "Warmly welcome everyone, I hope the evening will come to your satisfaction. Food and drink will be found at the backside."

Draco stood at the top of the stairs inside the hall in front of the door of the office, he did not want to attend the festivities, but he was glad that his father was at home and was in such a good mood, and glad that his mother was finally happy, but most of all, he felt relieved to have told his secret to his mother. She promised not to say anything to her husband, she thought Draco would tell him when he was ready.

Draco had already had some drinks and felt relaxed, but bored. He walked down the stairs and through the hall (some arrived and greeted so he had to stay several times), then he walked through the large hall with the crystal chandelier on the roof and on to the living room where his father and his own owl were.

Draco sat on a chair in the bar with parchment and quilt pen, dipped the pen in the ink horn and then began writing on the paper.

Meet me outside my house. Bring your coat.
Draco

He just wrote.

"Take this letter to Harry Potter, The Crow, Weasley's House." Draco said, giving the letter to one of the owls and releasing it through the window.

He did not really want them to meet outside his house, but Draco still did not know how to transfer.

How long would it take for the owl to arrive? How far away did the Weasley family really live? But Draco nevertheless decided to go out the gates and wait. The plan was that he would have to wait half an hour, then he would go back in.

It was very cold. It was nine o'clock when he heard a little bang away at the tree lane.
"Malfoy?" he heard someone whisper a few yards away.

"Who else?"

"What do you want now? Hope it's important, because I do not want them to find out I'm gone."

"I just wanted to wish you a happy new year." Draco said with his hands in his pockets. He had forgotten the gloves inside the house.

"You could not write in the letter?" Potter pulled the mantle off the face so they could look at each other.

"No."

"Well, yes, thank you. Now I have to go back."

"Do not you want to come in for a while?" Draco said low.

"In to your house?"

"We have a party, you see. But I thought it was boring, so I'll still just sit in my room all night."

"I really do not know what you're up to, but it's no fun anymore."

"I'm not trying to be funny." Draco walked and stood right in front of Harry. He took the mantle and placed himself under it with the dark-haired man. Now that they stood so close to each other, one could notice the difference in length between them. Draco looked down at Harry. "I'm freezing, do you want to come in?" He pressed against Potter and could feel his heart beating hard between them.

Potter he did not answer, because Draco had bent down to try and press his lips repeatedly against his neck.

Harry swallowed. "A little while would not hurt."

…

For the first time in days, Draco finally felt calm and happy again. It must be Harry's closeness who does it. They were under the hood in Draco's big bed.

"This still feels unreal, but I do not think you managed to trick me into this again."

"It's not that hard to trick you, Potter. You're pretty naive."

"Thanks for that." mumbled Harry. "I must probably return."

"Do you come and greet before school begins?" asked Draco and pulled his hand along Harry's bare back, he sat up in bed.

"I do not understand how I could be. But can we discuss this now?"

"There is nothing to discuss." Draco turned his side away from Harry.

"I'm cheating on my girlfriend. I cannot have both of you, so I need to know how you want it."

Would he choose Draco in front of Weasley, only if Draco said so? "As long as we do not mix feelings in this, it's not infidelity." Draco heard himself say.

"You are probably right." sighed Harry and Draco's belly squeezed into hugs. "Me and Ginny still do not have ... so yes, that's just the emotion it's about."

"Have not you been with your girlfriend? I thought you'd been together for a long time."

"She is so upset, no sex before marriage." Harry said quite relaxed. He did not seem to have a problem talking about Draco.

"Wait ... before me, were you innocent?"

"Yes." Harry said easily.

"Wow, I really did not believe it. The famous Harry Potter, did not get a shot in all his life." Draco laughed and put his hands in front of him as if he drew an invisible newspaper heading.

"Now, you're trying to be fun. I guess there's another thing in Slytherin's home, huh?"

"Nobody is sure there." agreed Draco.

Harry got up and walked to the big windows. As usual it was dark outside, but the sky was sometimes lit by some rockets that people pushed up in advance. "It's half past ten, I think they've discovered I'm not left." mumbled Harry and turned to the bed to pick up his clothes from the floor.

Draco followed Harry down the stairs. They said goodbye to each other in the hall. Harry stood under the invisibility jacket, but Draco still found the branch on Harry's pants and clasped. "Do not be cheating on me now."

Harry suffered low, both of pain and of excitement. "If I am, it will be your fault. Idiot."

"Jump to your girlfriend."

The door was opened and closed, then Draco was alone. He hated the thought that Harry was going home to his girlfriend now, he got into the head of just the word. But at the same time, he dared not tell Harry that he had feelings for him. Harry may not even have feelings for Draco ...

"There you are Draco. I've been looking for you." It was Lucius who came out in the hall. He went to Draco and put his hand on his shoulder. "Come here, I'd like to introduce you to someone." He drove Draco further towards the ballroom. "This is our new sorcerer, Harald Greengrass, and his daughter Astoria."

Draco watched the girl standing next to the minister. She appeared to be a year younger, Draco recognized her as the girl who got Theodor Nott and Blaise Zabini to start barking at school.

"Mr Greengrass," said Draco and pressed the minister's hand, "Astoria."

"You know enough from school. Why do not you show her around the house, Draco?" said Lucius. "I and the magistrate have a few things to discuss."

"Maybe you could show me your room?" Astoria asked with big eyes and wide smile.

"Certainly." sighed Draco. But he still tried to keep the mask as rich and well-behaved. "Of course." They went out into the hall again and further up the stairs. "I must also ask you to stop trying to get my love drinks in school."

"Nice. But I'm not interested in you that way, Draco." they stayed above the stairs. "You may do what you want with me."

"I'm actually not at all interested in you that way. I can still be a good host and show you the house, but you can not make me see you so."

"See me how then?" wondered Astoria. "You think I'm talking about sex?"

Draco blew his eyes. "I know."

"But you do not think I'm attractive?"

"Not at all."

Astoria stamped in the floor so that the dress was going on, and slipped, then she walked down the stairs to the ballroom again.

Then then, Draco could go back to his room again and spend the rest of New Year's Eve alone.

He sat in the window once again with a pillow while watching the fireworks that played high in the sky at the twelfth battle. "No New Year's Eve kiss this year either." he sighed.

…

The next day, Draco packed his stuff in the suitcase, at eleven the train went back to school. He had hoped Harry would show up, but it was a bit unnecessary, he thought so afterwards, because they'd even meet at school tonight. He co-transferred with his mother to Kings Cross station where the train was waiting.

"Do you have everything now?" asked Narcissa and brushed snow from Draco's shoulders.

"I think so, otherwise you'll send it."

"Of course. Yes, then. Have a good term now, and send a lot of letters. Tell me what's going on at school. I mean everything." she added in a whisper and smiled.

Draco understood that she meant he would tell if he met a guy. "I will. We'll be heard." he threw up his luggage on the train and then sat in a passenger compartment.

Five minutes later, Goyle entered, he had not done a transfer test yet. Goyle babbled a little about what he was doing on the promise, then there was nothing more about it.

…

The train slowed into Hogsmead Station when it had darkened out and Draco and Goyle carried out their bags and stood at the edge where the wagon pulled by test rails would come.

"I've been waiting for you for an hour." whispered a voice in his ear. And before Draco responded he was transferred from there. "You cannot transfer all the way to school. Come on." An invisible hand drew Draco against the forbidden forest.

"My bags ..." mumbled Draco, but he was pressed against a tree and Harry pulled off his mantle.

"We'll have time for them later." Harry frustrated and began kissing Draco on his throat. "I've missed you."

…

Draco and Harry spent each evening with each other. At first it was difficult when they did not know where they were going to house without being discovered, and after Draco had rated the ghostly cottage, Harry showed him to his own house on the Grimmauld.

"Do you have your own house?" Draco said when they crossed the threshold. "Do you own this, by yourself?"

"I received it from my godfather three years ago, but I have not been able to live here while Voldemort was still on the move, it was far too dangerous."

"Do you have a godfather? I thought you lived with some muggers throughout your upbringing, and this is not a muggle house. " Draco said with a wrinkle between the eyebrows.

"He died three years ago, that's why I got it. And I did not know I had a godfather from the beginning."

Harry began to show Draco around. Draco stopped at the wall in one of the rooms and watched a big carpet hanging on it. "Wait a minute ... the Black family? Did the family Black live here? There is Sirius Black, the first man who escaped from Azkaban."

"Sirius was my godfather." Harry said, sitting down on the couch under the family tree.

"Your godfather was the cousin of my aunt."

"I know everything about that. I actually think I know more about your family than you do."

"Remember, we've always been so close to each other, but still so far away. Sirius Black, a murderous massacre, Harry Potter's godfather. And you fell with him? There's a bit of darkness with you, Potter. " Draco laughed calmly and winked at Harry.

"He never killed, he was innocently convicted."

"Sure, they're all saying." said Draco and started walking around the room to look around.

"It's true. It was Peter Pettigrew, Wormtail, who killed all those muggers. But Sirius got the blame. I thought you knew. You hung up with Wormtail almost last year. "

"Was that how it went?" Draco had picked up a small statue and turned to Harry.

"I can beat that all my fortune, what about."

The time was one at night before they decided to go back to school again. This evening, Draco had just asked Harry about his life. He listened very interested and just wanted to know more. He did not think there was so much to know about Harry Potter, and how hard he had. Why did he hate this man from the beginning? Was it envy? But now he was thinking what was it really to be jealous of?