CHAPTER TEN

"More peas Duddykins?" Aunt Petunia asked her son.

Dudley grunted unhappily but still nodded. Harry watched with a small smile dancing across his lips. Every time, every time, Dudley's diet cracked him up. They were eating dinner in the Dursley's clean and orderly kitchen. He had shown Draco his room first and then they were called down for food. Uncle Vernon wasn't as rude as usual which made him very cautious but he hadn't commented.

"So what does your family do?" Uncle Vernon asked Draco abruptly.

Harry watched him look up from his vegetables politely.

"My father works with the government and is very well connected."

It wasn't technically a lie. It's not like he said Muggle Government. The way he was setting up the words was very careful. No lies ironically enough had been spoken so far.

His Uncle seemed a bit pleased, "A Big Man in the politics is he?"

"Yes. We have quite a bit of a fortune because of it."

Harry could see the danger from the flash in his Uncle's eyes. On cue he reacted to the mention of any sort of wealth. He puffed out his chest and his mustache seemed to quiver in excitement and contempt.

"You seem to have quite a bit of fortune yourself," Draco added before he could speak.

Clever, Harry thought. Already he could see a rosy blush on his Aunt's cheeks and even Uncle Vernon seemed neutral. Which meant he wasn't displeased. He watched his boyfriend with pride, he was really working them over.

"I'm quite a bit important myself." Uncle Vernon said smugly.

"Dad sells drills," Dudley interjected, surprising Harry.

The fact that he was talking to Draco was sort of weird. After all he spent his whole life bullying Harry so being even remotely nice to someone who was friends with him . . ..

"Really? I heard economics had been on the decline recently though. The fact that you can make as much as your house and car suggests is surprising. Any secrets sir?" He chuckled lightly.

After that dinner was pretty much ignored completely. They talked about business and eventually the topic shifted over to Dudley's many 'achievements'. Harry listened quietly, growing more and more impressed with Draco's knowledge of Muggle going ons. In fact it quickly became apparent that he was well versed in their laws and customs. So much that he began to wonder why. Why would a Pureblood take interest in that? Regardless, with every passing second he could see how much Uncle Vernon was starting to like him.

The way he spoke and acted seemed natural, in a way it probably was. With his limited knowledge of Draco he did know he was raised on Pureblood standards. And in the time they'd known each other he'd been really snobby. Something that the Dursleys could relate well to. As long as his wizard abilities remained a secret they'd probably be more than happy to let him stay the summer.

"So where'd you meet Harry?" Uncle Vernon's question jerked him out of his thoughts.

"In London. He goes to some private school or something and whenever he leaves on a weekend trip we chat." Draco said smoothly.

Even that was true. Harry did go to 'a private school' and they did talk on the Hogsmeade breaks. Mostly rude comments but still a 'chat'. Even if his Uncle whipped out a lie detector he would still make it by. His resourcefulness was a bit surprising. Which wasn't a shock seeing as he had spent a lot of time considering Draco an idiot.

The conversation moved back into safer waters again and the Dursleys were happy to resume denying his existence. When it began to get late Aunt Petunia finally said they best get to bed. They both got up and went to Harry's room. When the door was safely closed behind him he finally let out a sigh of relief.

"I can't believe this actually worked."

"What can I say?" Draco asked, grinning, "I could be professional."

"Sure."

Turning his back on him he took a pillow off the bed and a blanket. Hedwig hooted from her cage happily -Dumbledore must have told Ron he was back- and he stopped to toss her a treat. He noticed something attached to her leg. It was a letter from Ron. Scanning through it he saw it was all pretty much irrelevant now.

"Who's it from?" Draco asked, lounging on the bed.

"Ron and my friends," He whispered, finally realizing how much he freaked them out.

It was then that he pretty much realized how much of an ass he'd been. Ron and Hermione had always been there for him. Always. And he'd gone and done this to them. Guilt overwhelmed him.

"Fuck . . ."

He placed the pillow on the floor slowly, trying to ignore the gnawing feeling in his gut and laid out the blanket. They all had been worried sick and he was off falling in love with his supposed arch nemesis. Under normal circumstances Ron would have a hard time accepting it, now he knew he never would. The thought of choosing between his best friend and his boyfriend scared the shit out of him. It literally terrified him more than Voldemort.

"I'm taking the floor," Harry said, refusing to think about the inevitable doom of his relationships.

"Why not sleep together?" Draco asked.

"Because the Dursleys can't know about 'us'. They hate gays almost as much as wizards."

"Then I'll take the floor," He got up as though to show how serious he was.

"I'm taking the floor. You're the guest."

"And you're my boyfriend."

He got up and looked him in the eye. It was hard not to be distracted by the way the light caught in them. Still, he wasn't going to let him do all the sacrificing. As Draco pointed out, he was his boyfriend. There was no way he'd let him baby him the entire time. It was about time he made that clear.

"Look, we're in a partnership. We work together to please each other. You can take the bed. I know you're used to living high class so there's no way you could fall asleep on the floor."

Draco began to disagree but he cut him off, "Look, let me do this for you. I got you kicked out of your home. This is the least I can do for you."

"You're not going to give in on this are you?"

"Nope," He grinned, "Now get to bed and stop complaining."

"Nobody orders me around."

"But me," Harry leaned forward and kissed him.

It was short and sweet. A lot different from their other kisses but he was saying a silent thanks. They'd been through hell already. The road would only get tougher with time. He broke the kiss and then sat down. Draco stared at him for a few seconds before finally getting into bed.

"Are you really sure?" He asked.

They both knew it was about more than the bed. It was about everything. Being with the son a Death Eater wasn't going to make anything easier. Also the drama that would come from the two Houses feuds would be enough to give anyone daily headaches. Not to mention the friends drama. The Slytherins would be about as accepting to Harry as they'd be to a Muggle. Less possibly. The Gryffindors would probably not accept Draco. It wasn't even a probably. In his time at Hogwarts Draco had been one of the most stuck up asses in the place. Hermione maybe, just might accept them over time. Ron on the other hand he was certain could never accept Draco. The guy always was being an ass, but seemed to be even ruder to Ron. Insulting his family all the time and being a general jerk.

"Yeah. I'm sure," He said quietly.

When he woke up bright sunlight was blinding him. Grumbling he sat up, ignoring his sore back. Harry yawned and then felt around for his glasses. When his hands touched the cool metal he put them on. Draco's hand was hanging over the side of the bed, the blonde still sleeping.

He pulled himself to his feet and stared at his sleeping face. It was peaceful and calm. Silently he grabbed a towel and went to the washroom to shower. After he was cleaned he returned to find Draco sitting on his bed.

"Where'd you go?" He asked.

"Took a shower."

"Do you mind if I take one?"

"No," He gave him directions, "Just use the products labeled Harry."

As he watched Draco leave the room he let himself fall onto his bed. Wow, WOW. He was really living with him. Honestly he half believed this was all a dream when he woke up. A screwed up dream that made no sense. A small laugh slipped out and then he was giggling uncontrollably.

Really it was all so unrealistic. Everything sounded made up. As he laughed he noticed a scent lingering on his bed. His giggling stopped and he sniffed his sheets curiously. It was Draco's scent. Happily he buried his face in the sheets. For a while he just stayed like that.

"Um Harry . . .?" He looked up to see Draco staring at him.

Instantly he blushed and bolted upright, "I was t-tired!"

"Can I borrow some of your clothes?" He asked.

His blush deepened as he realized Draco only had a towel wrapped around his waist. He tried to stay focused on his face but his eyes kept straying downwards. When his eyes returned to his face again he saw he was grinning. His breath caught in his throat and he looked away.

"Sure." He mumbled, mortified to be caught staring, "They're in the dresser, top three drawers."

He listened to Draco rummage through his stuff, staring at his hands. The smell of bacon was wafting up the stairs. Looks like Dudley had done something to make his parents proud. Normally this kind of breach in the rules of The Diet were unacceptable. Wistfully he wondered if they'd let him have any.

"Harry?" Draco asked.

"What?" He turned around and froze.

A big grin was on the blonde's face. And he was naked. Completely naked. Harry's eyes flew to his family jewels like a magnet to metal before he ducked his head.

"Put some damn clothes on!" He half yelled.

"You sure? I wouldn't want to disappoint you." He was practically purring, his voice dropping to a low velvety tone.

"I'm sure. Now put some d-" A hand lightly went across his mouth, cutting off his words.

"I've been being good this whole time. Now shush it before your relatives come running." Draco murmured in his ear.

"We are not having sex right now!" He hissed.

"Why not?. Only your Aunt is up and she's downstairs. Nobody will hear us."

"Yes they will! And even if they don't, who the hell has sex this early in the morning?! I'm still half asleep."

Draco laughed and kissed the back of his neck, "Then I'll just wake you up."

He was about to reply but there was a knock/bang on the door. The hand over his mouth withdrew and turning he saw Draco quickly putting on clothes. He had his boxers on and his pants halfway up when the door flew open.

"BOY! I said GET DOWNSTAIRS NOW!" Uncle Vernon yelled, spittle flying everywhere.

Despite screaming at him like usual he wasn't as rude. Probably because of Draco. One thing his relatives cared about was their reputation.

"I'm coming!" He said, getting up.

"Today Dudley is having a fight. Be on your best behaviour," He said threateningly before turning to Draco and saying proudly, "My son Dudley is a boxer, pride of the family."

Turning back to Harry he glared, "Hurry up and eat your breakfast."

Leaving no room for argument he left the room, the door slamming behind him. Draco finished putting on his clothes and he watched silently. It was embarrassing to be yelled at like that. He didn't want him to see him weak and powerless. But that was going to be a given with the Dursleys so there was no point getting mopey about it.

"Better head down before he blows a blood vessel," He joked lightly.

"Yeah . . ."

Uncomfortable with the silence he opened the door, "Let's go."

They headed downstairs to find Dudley eating bacon and eggs like he hadn't ate in year. He was so absorbed it would be shocking if he noticed a nuclear bomb go off. They both sat down at the table. Harry ate his noticeably smaller portion. Draco pushed some of his own bacon onto Harry's plate, winking. Nobody noticed the exchange and Uncle Vernon started going on and on about Dudley's achievements. Draco smiled and nodded when appropriate and kept the conversation rolling with helpful remarks. He like usual didn't speak but did learn some interesting facts.

Draco knew how to fight. From his knowledge, Harry was guessing he was pretty good. It made a bit of sense too. Being a good wizard is a lot more about casting spells. Running and dodging is involved a bit. Not much, but enough to make a difference.

"Do you fight?" Dudley asked, voicing Harry's thoughts ironically enough.

"Yeah, a bit. My dad got me basic training," Draco grinned, "I don't think I could take you on though."

"How about a competition then? A warm up for Dudders!" Uncle Vernon boomed, clapping his son on the back.

"I don't think I could provide a challenge," He said.

"C'mon!" Dudley grunted, "I'll go easy on ya."

"Okay, I guess," Draco said, clearly unable to say anything else without appearing rude.

Harry had a feeling he was actually looking forward to this. It wasn't every day he got to see Dudley smashed so he was looking forward to it too. Maybe he was a bit bias but he did think Draco would win.

A/N Soooooo, yeah I was gone for almost a month. Shit's been shitty. But whatever. Anyways sorry about everything jumping around a lot. But I can assure you they'll be at Private Drive for the rest of the summer. Stuff starts getting really interesting when they go back to school. :3 I'm gonna have fun with Ron's Rant.

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