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Fay re-entered the living room munching on a chocolate digestive and raised her eyebrows as she saw the two boys leaning towards each other, looking at each other intensely and supposedly whispering. Fay was not an idiot, although sometimes she did seem to be a bit dim, she could tell there had once been something between the two rather dashing young men and still was. Friends, acquaintances and even exes did not look at each other with the same intensity that her darling Harry and this mysterious blond did.
From the second Fay had met Harry she had fallen for him, hard. He seemed to be her perfect man, they shared the same sense of humour, and he was intelligent, good looking, unreservedly kind, the author of her favourite books as well as being ridiculously good looking.
Of course she had been crushed when she found out that Harry did not view her in the same way, not in the slightest, when she had discovered that he preferred men she was sure she still had a chance but gradually had realised it was simply not to be. She had vowed instead to do whatever she could to ensure his happiness, even if it meant propelling him into the arms of another man. She wouldn't let her unrequited love get in the way of their friendship. And so now, looking at the two who just looked damn good together she began to plot, plot in the way that only a woman presented with an opportunity to play cupid can.
"You have blood on your shirt" she stated alerting the two boys to her presence.
Harry, the adorable idiot, looked down at his own before looking to Draco and frowning. "If you're staying here I guess I had better lend you some clothes..."
"Wear your clothes" Draco frowned "Is it necessary? I'm not sure about your taste..."
Fay grinned evilly "You could always just wander around naked...I'm sure neither of us would mind"
Draco grinned and Harry gaped at Fay before pointing to the stairs "Go and wear anything you like from my wardrobe, my rooms upstairs"
"Yay" Draco drawled sarcastically slowly moving in the indicated direction "The Golden Boy's inner sanctum, I'm honoured"
"Just do it you prat" Once the blond had disappeared Harry spun to face Fay "God, what am I going to do? I can't have him stay here! Are you absolutely sure there's no way through the snow? We could devise a makeshift sled or....just throw him in the direction of his car? Maybe climb across the rooftops? No they're snowy too" Harry frowned "Why are you smiling?"
"You have an extremely delicious man in your bedroom and you're not smiling?" Fay poked Harry's arm "I personally would be delighted!"
"Yeah well..." Harry paused and shook his head "This is going to be hell."
"Only if you make it hell" Fay winked and edged towards the door "It could be heavenly"
"Sure, Draco Malfoy living with me is heavenly. Whatever. Where are you going?"
"Home"
"You can't!" Harry looked appalled "Don't leave me alone with him" he pointed at the ceiling "It's awkward enough already!"
"Harry, darling, I love you but you are a complete imbecile. Draco plus Harry plus snowed in equals..." she looked pointedly at him.
"Murder?" he offered "Suicide, horror, disaster, lasting mental damage?"
"No..."
"Physical illness, another black eye, awkwardness, bad memories, becoming a cannibal?"
"The last one was close..."
"Cannibalism? You get the ketchup, I'll get the cutlery..."
"Not cannibalism"
"I don't see your point"
"Hot sex before a roaring fire..."
Harry stared at her before laughing rather insanely "No way! You've got to be kidding me! Draco and I? Never! Ahaha Good one!" he retreated quickly into the kitchen looking like a startled rabbit.
Poking her head round the door Fay blew him a kiss "good luck prat, be good"
"No, Fay!"
She had escaped.
"Damn..." Harry stood alone in his kitchen and rubbed his eyes tiredly, what a nightmare. What was he supposed to do? Leap on Draco? Kill Draco? It was all so confusing. The matter wasn't helped at all by Draco appearing in the doorway looking absolutely gorgeous in one of Harry's black cashmere sweaters pushed up to below the elbow and grey tracksuit bottoms which were just long enough to look extremely adorable, comfy and casual by partly covering his feet without looking dorky or, god forbid, weird.
Harry had worn those same clothes many times before and rolled his eyes with his back turned to Draco. Trust him to choose the softest clothes he owned, Harry has a ridiculously strong urge to hug him.
"Make yourself some breakfast, I'm going to shower" Harry stated shortly before passing Draco and starting up the stairs. Once up there he had a quick panic attack. What was he going to wear? If he made too much effort Draco would most likely make some snarky comment, if he didn't he would look horrible and Draco would make some snarky comment. What a dilemma. He would have to achieve something in between the two...
Harry felt more human after his shower and less like a swamp beast but stood before his wardrobe with a mounting sense of doom. He would most likely be wearing what Draco currently was if the prat hadn't picked it out, damn. He pulled out a pair of black jeans and a black shirt. No, too black. He pondered over a white shirt and black trousers. Too formal. He ran his fingers through his hair and glanced in the mirror. Too ruffled.
After a few moments Harry took a stand against his own paranoid brain, it was his house, his clothes and he would not make a specific effort for stupid Draco Malfoy. Telling himself Draco was too obsessed with himself anyway to take much notice of what Harry was wearing he donned the black jeans, white shirt and a simple navy jumper pushing up the sleeves, but only after eyeing his snake tattoo for a long while, and leaving his hair as it was and leaving just a simple silver earring in the cartilage of his ear.
Shrugging at his reflection he took a deep breath and started the journey downstairs. Draco was lounging comfortably on the sofa munching a piece of toast, a mug of coffee on the table beside him and reading a book. Harry hated how Draco fitted right in among his belonging, in his home. The blond didn't even look up as Harry entered and continued to ignore him until Harry had dithered a bit, lit a cigarette and sat at his desk with his back to Malfoy.
"Smoking's bad for you" the blond drawled turning a page.
"But... you smoke." Harry stated shortly and didn't turn around
"Doesn't stop it being bad for you"
"Then why do you do it?"
"I think it's sexy" Draco took a sip of his coffee without taking his eyes off the page, oblivious to the frozen form of Harry at his laptop. "And I need the nicotine"
"...What's so sexy about it?" Harry finally managed to say in his normal voice frowning and clicking open a document on his laptop before retrieving his ashtray from underneath a pile of papers "Loads of people smoke, it's quite common"
"Perhaps" Draco turned another page "...but not everybody can carry it off, have you ever looked at a person light a cigarette and instantly thought 'God I want them'?" Draco drawled silkily.
"No..." Harry read a few of the sentences on his screen before turning at the click of a lighter behind him and watched as Draco lit a cigarette while maintaining eye contact. Taking a drag and releasing the smoke he winked.
Harry swallowed and spun back around in his chair and forced himself to begin writing trying desperately hard not to think at all but he just couldn't help it. God I want him.
He had never known writing to be so hard. He was so acutely aware of Draco sitting behind him, relaxing on his sofa that he made several ridiculous spelling mistakes and wrote the name 'Draco' more than once before furiously correcting it. The man was strangely silent, not interrupting or distracting Harry at all except with his presence.
Ruffling his hair unconsciously Harry eventually became absorbed in his writing as he often did, immersed in his own stories and characters he forgot the Slytherin who had by now abandoned the book and instead watched him as he read and re-read what he had written making alterations or adding certain details completely content with what he was doing, never getting bored and playing solitaire or distracted by his emails.
Draco's coffee had gone cold and he frowned at it before glancing back at Harry who had for some reason sopped typing and was chewing the end of a biro thoughtfully. Engrossed in his own thoughts Harry turned slightly to look out the window at the dancing snowflakes and actually jumped as he caught sight of Draco watching him carefully with silver eyes.
"Christ! You scared me!" he placed a hand over his heart and smiled slightly
"Forget about me?" Draco raised an eyebrow
"No" Harry stood and retrieved Draco's mug before heading towards the kitchen shooting a glance at the blond "No, I didn't forget about you."
Fay bided her time next door wondering just what exactly was happening in the Potter household. She longed to go take a peek, if they weren't doing anything she may have to kill them, but didn't dare, she wouldn't allow herself to sabotage her own plans.
Turning on her television she grinned evilly as the man on the news announced that people had their electricity cut off all over the country. Closing her eyes she prayed for a blackout.
Refreshed coffee in hand Draco watched Harry move over to the window and eye the still falling snow "This is ridiculous, what happened to climate change?" he sighed before frowning "A cat just jumped off a shed and has literally disappeared underneath the snow..."
Draco concealed a smile by taking a sip of his coffee before his attention was caught by the tattoo on Harry's forearm.
"Why a snake?"
"Huh?" Harry settled into an armchair and pulled his feet up so he was comfortable.
"The tattoo" Draco nodded towards his arm "Why a snake?"
Harry shrugged "It seemed appropriate at the time"
"Appropriate? For the Golden Boy to have a creature associated with both Slytherin and the Dark Lord permanently tattooed on his arm?"
"Yeah" Harry shrugged
"Didn't fancy a lightning bolt, a phoenix or a lion? Something suitably Gryffindor?"
"I'm not a Gryffindor anymore"
"You'll always be a Gryffindor, that's what you were sorted as"
Harry gave a slight smile "Well originally I wasn't sorted into Gryffindor"
Draco grinned "I always knew you were secretly a Hufflepuff"
"Not quite" Harry paused "I was primarily sorted into Slytherin"
Draco nearly dropped his coffee, a very un-Draco thing to do "What!?"
"The sorting hat wanted to put me into Slytherin but I asked to be put into Gryffindor"
"Why would you do a ridiculous thing like that?" Draco instinctively backed up his house "Slytherin not good enough for you? Why wouldn't you want to be in the most powerful house, the one you were suited to?"
Harry paused for a while and met the others silver eyes "You were in Slytherin"
"Oh..." Draco didn't frown, didn't smirk, didn't bite back with some vicious comment, but just looked into his mug thoughtfully.
After a long pause Harry couldn't stand the silence any longer "A week...what are we going to do around here?"
"Suicide?" Draco suggested with a slight smile.
"It's tempting but then how would I finish my book?" Harry bit his lip thoughtfully "If only I could guarantee that Fay wouldn't come round here then you could easily floo or apparate back but..."
"Yeah...it's difficult I know..." Draco grinned suddenly "We could always say that unable to stand your company any longer I decided to fight my way inch by inch to my home...although it would probably take me half my lifetime..."
"She would probably attempt to go after you, she seems quite attached to you now Draco" Harry grinned "I'm afraid you have a Muggle as a friend"
"I have no problem with Muggles" Draco shot Harry a look before picking up the book he had been reading "I do however have problems with this book"
Harry looked at the front page and groaned. Draco had managed to find the one copy of his latest book he owned, he could have sworn it was at the bottom of the pile near his bookshelf, title facing away from the room.
"Yes" Draco's eyes glinted "I did find it despite your half hearted attempts at concealing it so prepare yourself, Mr Author, for a little question time!"
"Noooo" Harry groaned
"Oh yes" Draco gave a slight smile "you've avoided your fans for ages and not had to answer one single question so it's about time you did at least a little Q and A, just to satisfy my curiosity"
"Whatever" Harry ran a hand through his hair "Can we do this over lunch? I'm starving"
"Fine, but don't think you'll avoid me!"
"I wouldn't dream of it"
Once they were both settled with their meals Draco placed the book on the table "First of all what the fuck is up with that ridiculous cover?"
Harry raised an eyebrow "You should never judge..."
"Yes, I know but seriously what is this? The title looks bizarre and frankly I'm embarrassed to read this in public"
Harry laughed "You think I choose what goes on the cover? You are sadly mistaken, they design the cover so that it will sell, the publishers don't care whether or not I like it"
"But the first one looked great!"
"That was before it got popular and I still had final say"
"Right...Secondly, explain your inspiration for the character of Davies"
"Davies? He's a minor character, he only appears briefly in the second book, why are you interested in him?"
"You know why"
"I'm not sure I do...I just put him in to fill a gap when they're in the bar and someone needs to tell them...."
"I didn't ask you for a description of what the character does, I've read the book, I'm asking you why you wrote him as he is"
Draco narrowed his eyes, Harry couldn't help but laugh
"Fine, fine! Yes, he was loosely based on you"
Draco opened the book at the page he had marked and scanned the description "he's aristocratic, sarcastic, and mocking of pretty much everything...he smirks and sneers all the time and seems to have something snarky to say almost every time he appears. This is your opinion of me?"
"I'd say it was pretty accurate"
"So he is based on me?"
"Yes, Neville, Hermione and Snape have also had a couple of character traits borrowed from them, what of it?"
"Yes but do they have 'liquid silver eyes' huh?"
Harry frowned, he had forgotten about that
"Liquid silver?" Draco raised an eyebrow
"I said it was loosely based"
"Are my eyes silver?"
"They're grey, similar colour to silver..." Harry fidgeted
"But silver Harry?"
"It's just a colour Malfoy"
"Silver?"
"They are very grey"
"Silver?"
"Stop saying silver!"
"Silver."
"Yes, I would describe your bloody eyes as silver!"
Draco chuckled and cleared away their plates while Harry grabbed the book and scanned the text "At least I didn't say they were like storm clouds or anything that soppy"
Draco looked bemused "Now my eyes are the colour of storm clouds?"
"No!"
"Storm clouds?"
"No your eyes are silver grey not like storm clouds, mercury, steel or anything of that description"
"You're digging yourself deeper Harry, mercury now huh? That's a little weird"
"Shut it..." Harry cast around desperately for something to say "...you are banned from reading this book!"
"You can't ban me from the book!"
"It's my book!"
"How can you ban someone from a book?"
"I wrote it"
"Fine, be a kid"
"Now I'm a kid?"
Draco smirked and moved into the living room pausing before the mirror as Harry also entered the room
"I personally think just plain grey would have sufficed"
"I'm a writer, I make mundane things sound better"
"What colour would you describe your own eyes as?"
"Green."
"That's it?"
"Why?"
Draco met his eyes in the looking glass "Oh they're most definitely emerald"
Harry and Draco returned to the way they had been before, Draco reading on the sofa (not Harry's book this time) and Harry typing at his laptop. After a while Harry shivered and frowned. It was bloody freezing.
"Why the bloody hell is it so cold?" Draco asked glancing at the clock surprised at how quickly time had passed as the two boys sat in silence. At that moment Fay burst through the front door loudly calling for them both. Harry and Draco exchanged looks as she entered the living room.
"I think the heating's broken in my house, I'm fucking freezing!" Fay kept her face carefully free of disappointment that the two men did not looked ruffled in the slightest. What the hell had they been doing this entire time? Discussing the current economic crisis?
Harry frowned "Your heating?"
"Yeah" Fay moved over to the radiator and placed her hands on it in anticipation of warmth, with a squeak she pulled back at the cold and bit her lip. "I don't want to alarm you boyo but I think yours is too"
"Nooo" Harry groaned standing and fussing around the radiator before disappearing somewhere. With a grimace Fay switched on the television...
"...areas have been severely affected by the weather. People in the affected areas have reported a break down in both their heating and electricity. Residents of such homes are being urged to stay indoors and wrap themselves in as many layers as possible as well as finding an alternate method of heating. Authorities are describing...zzzzzzt....."
The television screen swam before cutting out completely and Draco and Fay turned to each other.
"The lights" Fay murmured moving to the switch and prodding at it ineffectively. "Uh oh"
"Great" Draco muttered shivering; now he knew there was no heating or electricity he felt even colder. Dam Potter and his Muggle friend for keeping him here in these prehistoric conditions, vowing they would pay later Draco crossed his arms and glared sulkily at the brunette as he returned from the kitchen.
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