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A/N: Draco is going to be… disrupting the peace in Snape Manor. Why is he here?
Secret love? Or maybe Draco just likes ruining the relationship Harry and Severus has. ;( Or, there's some other hidden reason…
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(Previously…)
"Malfoy?!"
"Long time no see… Pothead."
Chapter 21: Shocking Truths
Harry glowered at the person in front of him; Draco continued to stand there, his hands in his pant pockets, and his smirk plastered on his face.
"Aren't you going to invite me in? It's rude to keep a guest waiting at the door," Draco moved his head to the side and peered over Harry's shoulder, "Where's the owner of the house?"
Harry let out a low growl before he pulled the door wider and stood to the side; Draco stepped in and Harry closed the front door with a 'bang'.
"Professor Snape is taking a shower," Harry said through gritted teeth, "He should be down shortly."
Draco scoffed and turned to face Harry.
"No need for the formalities Potter," Malfoy sneered, "You can fool everyone else, but not me." Draco walked closer to Harry until they were mere inches away from each other; Malfoy quirked his eyebrow at Harry before he brought his hand up to inspect his perfect nails, "Let's just say… you are beyond the student and professor stage."
Harry's eyes widened in fear; the blond had his head down so he didn't see Harry's reaction, "I-I don't know what you are talking… about." Harry stuttered over his words.
Draco stopped looking at his nails and looked at Harry through his eyelashes. He dropped his hand down and looked at the green eyed teen.
"I think you know perfectly well what I'm talking about Potty," Draco's smirk grew wider, "I saw everything at the end of the graduation ceremony."
"You… You… I didn't do anything with Snape!" Harry exclaimed; his heart was about to beat out of his chest.
'What did Malfoy see?'
The blond let out a laugh, "Sure Potter, hugging and Snape kissing you on the forehead is nothing," Draco ran his hand over his hair, "If that's nothing… then what could be considered something?"
Harry opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water. He wanted to argue with Malfoy, but knew that would be fruitless. The Slytherin saw them and now knew about his relationship with Severus. Harry looked at the blond, who was now walking down the hall without glancing back at Harry. Having known Malfoy for the past six years, Harry knew the Slytherin's visit wasn't a good thing. Harry hurried after Draco.
"Why are you here Malfoy?" Harry asked once the blond reached the living room and made himself comfortable in one of the couches, "I'm sure you're not here just to say you saw me and Severus together."
Draco crossed his legs and leaned back against the couch, "Is it wrong for me to visit my godfather?" Draco looked at Harry and sneered.
Harry dropped down into the armchair across from Draco and gaped at the Slytherin.
"Your WHAT?!" Harry exploded; his mouth hang opened and was turning a bit red in the face.
"I said I'm here to visit my godfather Potter," Draco answered calmly, "Snape is my dear godfather."
"You're… his godson?" Harry squeaked; Draco merely nodded and looked away.
'This is just… wonderful.' Harry thought gloomily. He shifted in his seat and then grabbed a handful of his hair.
"You're his godson… that's just great." Harry mumbled mostly to himself, but Draco heard anyway.
"Yes I'm his godson, is that so hard to understand?" Malfoy sat upright and leaned his body forward, "Or maybe it really is too much for your brain to handle."
Harry scoffed at the blonde's insult, "No it's not too hard for my brain to handle. It's just that Severus never really mentioned it…"
"Not many people know Pothead," Draco muttered, "The only person that probably knows is perhaps Dumbledore."
"I'm not too surprised about that," Harry's lips curved into a small smile, "Does this mean I'm the second person that knows?"
All Draco did was roll his eyes. Harry saw but chose to ignore that.
"Besides visiting Severus, are there any other reasons you're here Malfoy?"
"Hmm? Oh yes, since this is the first summer you're spending at Snape's house, I'm sure you did not know that I stay here during summer." Draco was now looking at Harry with a sinister glint in his eyes.
"WHAT!" Harry roared, "You STAY here? You mean I have to live with you for the next three months?!" Harry jumped out of his seat and began pacing back and forth. "You have your parents! Why do you stay here with Severus and not with them?"
"That," Draco paused and then he stood up and walked up to Harry, "Is because I don't like staying with my parents. I could've moved out on my own this year, but seeing how you're staying here with Snape, I thought it would be nice to stay with my godfather for awhile."
Draco leaned close to Harry's face; the green eyed teen flinched and moved his head back.
"I love to see what would happen if I'm here… Would you feel awkward?" Draco whispered against Harry's ear, "I love to make your life miserable by being around."
"You're already making my life miserable!" Harry yelled, "Well I don't want you here! I'm sure I can persuade Severus not to let you stay!"
The blond gave Harry a malicious grin before stalking back to the couch and sat down once more.
"We'll see Potter, we'll see."
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"I don't want him here!" Harry complained, "All Malfoy's going to do is torture me to the brink of a mental meltdown!"
Harry even stomped his foot just like a small child.
Severus sighed and sat back in the plushy sofa and continued to watch Harry paced before him. It was in the late evening; Draco left around two hours ago, right after Severus agreed on letting the blond stay for the summer. Harry had yelled and begged Severus not to let the Slytherin stay, but Severus only told Harry that he didn't see anything wrong with Draco staying with them for three months. When Severus said that, Harry cried out in frustration and sulked for the rest of the afternoon. Everytime Severus looked at Harry's direction, the teen only glared at the Potions Master before turning away. Sure, Severus knew about how Draco and Harry were enemies in school, but then Draco was his godson and there were no reasons for Severus not to let the blond stay.
And so, two hours later from Draco's departure, Severus let Harry yell and rant to his heart's content.
"I'm going to be miserable for the whole summer!" Harry cried; he stopped pacing and stood right in front of Severus, "Actually I'm already depressed and he's not even here!" Harry threw up his hands and sat down next to Severus in a huff.
"He's not going to do anything to you Harry," Severus assured the teen; he pulled Harry closer to him and rubbed comforting circles on Harry's arm.
"That's what you think," Harry grumbled, "I don't know Sev… I just feel uncomfortable around him." Harry tilted his head up and looked at Severus' eyes, "I think he's up to something…"
"Why do you think that?" Severus arched his eyebrows, "Just because he knows about us?"
Harry nodded; Snape sighed, "You think too much Brat."
Harry sniffed, "I bet you ten galleons that he's up to something. He IS a Slytherin after all. It's his nature to be plotting something."
"Harry… Draco's not that bad, once you get to know him." Severus said tiredly.
"Me get to know Malfoy?" Harry made an indignant sound, "You must be out of your mind Sev."
"You have three months with him here in the house," Severus reasoned, "You are bound to see him everyday unless Draco fell into a hole somewhere, which I highly doubt will happen."
Severus looked at Harry and wasn't too surprised when Harry looked like he hoped a hole would appear and swallow Draco up. Severus shook his head.
"Harry Potter I do not wish to see a sudden hole appearing in the middle of the living room when Draco's here." Severus warned.
Harry let out an exasperatedly sigh and scowled.
It was going to be a LONG three months.
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Three days later, as Severus had scheduled for Draco to come, Harry found himself staring at the blond on a Sunday morning inside the kitchen. Harry was making breakfast for himself when there was a 'boom' and smoke immediately covered the room. Harry at first thought he burned the eggs and somehow they exploded (which could happen knowing Harry), but then he remembered he already made the scrambled eggs. So the Gryffindor slowly turned around from making fresh black coffee and was greeted with Draco brushing his robes.
"Malfoy," Harry grounded out, "Why did you Apparate into the kitchen?"
Draco stopped brushing his robes and looked at his surroundings. His grey eyes landed on the plate of breakfast sitting on the dining table. The blond smirked and looked at Harry.
"Potter while you're at it, make me a plate too yeah?"
Harry scowled and turned away from Draco, "I'm not your fuckin cook Malfoy."
He didn't look back at Draco but knew the blond sat down at the table because of the sound of a chair scraping across the floor. Harry sighed loudly and took out the pot of coffee and brought it to the table. He set it down and went to get two cups.
If Malfoy was going to stay here for three months, Harry thought he might as well try to be tolerant towards the Slytherin. Harry returned with the cups in his hand and placed one in front of the blond.
"If you want coffee, help yourself," Harry told him and sat down across from Draco. "There's milk in the fridge and sugar is in the pot." Harry gestured to a little porcelain container on the table.
"Thanks," Draco said while grabbing the sugar; Harry arched his eyebrows at Malfoy but he nodded curtly in return.
Harry watched Draco carefully spoon two teaspoons of sugar into his cup before pouring the hot coffee in. Then the blond gracefully rose from his chair and went to the fridge and took out a carton of milk. He poured until his cup was full to the brim before he put the carton back into the fridge. Draco sat back down and began stirring his coffee without ever looking up at Harry. The Gryffindor sat there, amazed and surprised. Draco didn't throw any insults of any kind at Harry for the past five minutes; it must have been the longest of them not yelling at each other. Harry cleared his throat; Draco glanced up from his coffee.
"So… ah… Why did you Apparate into the kitchen?" Harry asked awkwardly; the silence was getting uncomfortable. "Why not the living room or in one of the rooms?"
Harry blushed; the questions were stupid and he knew it.
"It's kind of rude to just pop into a room don't you think Potter?" Draco drawled, "And Severus told me about how you want me to fall into a hole."
If possible, Harry turned even redder.
"Well, uh… I never said I WANTED you to fall into a hole," Harry muttered, "I was just upset that night…" Harry looked across the table was saw Draco's lips curved into a thin smile.
"It's alright Potter," Draco stirred his coffee and brought the cup to his lips and took a sip, "I doubt you'll be able to make a hole in the house anyway." Harry was about to say that he can make a hole appear in the floor when Draco added, "Severus wouldn't let you."
The Slytherin was right about that. The Potions Master did warn Harry three days ago.
"Where's Severus?" Draco asked when he drank half his cup, "Is he still sleeping or something?"
Harry shook his head and folded his hands on top of the table.
"He left earlier this morning," Harry answered, "Said he was going to the Apothecary to get some potion ingredients. He should be back by afternoon."
His plate of breakfast was forgotten as Harry continued to stare at the blond. He wanted to ask Malfoy why he didn't like living with his parents. But then, Harry thought that question would be too private. Maybe one day he'll find out.
"Stop staring Potter, it's not nice to stare," Draco smirked; Harry blinked at the Slytherin and scowled.
"I wasn't staring…"
Draco snorted and stood up; he took the now empty cup with him and left it in the sink. Harry pushed his chair back and stood up as well.
"Just leave it in there, I'll wash it later," Harry told the blond, "Come on, I'll show you to your room."
Harry walked out of the kitchen with Draco at his heels. They went upstairs and Harry led Draco to the room where he once stayed. His old room before he moved to Severus' room. Harry opened the door; it creaked and groaned. Once they were inside, Draco promptly sneezed.
"God Potter!" Draco cried out, his hand over his nose, "There's more dust here than the whole house combined!"
Harry closed the door and coughed; he waved his hand in front of his face to clear off the flying dust particles.
"Well… I haven't been in here for a year," Harry told the blond, "Me and Severus never bothered to clean the room when we're not using it."
"Am I really going to sleep in here?!" Draco complained; he took out his wand and cast a cleaning charm on one of the shelves.
"This room is the best out of the other ones… They're worse than this. Way worse." Harry shuddered inwardly as he remembered how those rooms looked like. "Just be thankful that you don't have to share the room with rats and spiders."
"Rats?!" Draco shrieked; Harry bit his lip to prevent himself from laughing.
"Oh come on Malfoy," Harry smirked at the now paranoid blond, "You're bigger than the rats… if there are any in here…"
Draco groaned and muttered something that sounded like 'stupid rats… I hate rats' under his breath. Then he looked up and pointed his wand at Harry. For a moment Harry had half a mind to draw his wand as well.
"You," Malfoy shook the wand at Harry, "You're going to help me clean this… mess."
"What?" Harry looked at Malfoy then he looked around the room, "Oh hell no, I'm not going to help you clean the room. You're the one that's sleeping here!"
Draco took a menacing step closer to Harry.
"This is Snape's house and you're living in it," Draco growled, "Which means it's only right for you to clean up this dust bowl you call a room."
Harry pushed down his frustration and breathed heavily through his nose.
'He's only going to be here for three months, calm down Harry.' The green eyed teen told himself.
"OK! Fine! I'll help you clean!" Harry glared at Malfoy, "Happy?"
"Of course."
One hour later, Harry sank onto the floor, panting. Draco dropped down next to him. For a moment, both forgot they're actually sitting close to each other. Harry tucked his wand back into his pocket while Draco dangled his between his fingers.
"You said clean, Malfoy," Harry mumbled warily, "Not 'move the whole room around'!"
"The bed was too close to the window and the bookshelves were in the wrong corners," Draco leaned back against one of the said bookshelves, "The whole room didn't look right."
Harry groaned, "I've never moved so much for the past year!" He closed his eyes and let out a tired sigh.
Draco stood up and walked to the bed; he reached into his pockets and took out his shrunken trunk.
"Engorgio," Draco waved his wand over the trunk and at once, it grew back to its original size.
Harry glanced at the blond and decided to get off his bum. He walked to the bed and sat down. Draco turned his head and clucked his tongue.
"Why are you still here?" Draco said annoyingly; he opened his trunk and began taking his clothes out.
"I just helped you moving the whole room around Malfoy," Harry frowned, "Can't I at least sit here for awhile?"
"Whatever," Draco turned his attention back to his clothes.
Harry started picking lint off the bed sheet while Draco took out all his clothes, refolded them, and placed them into neat stacks on the mattress. Harry was sure the blond wouldn't say anything to break the silence so he decided to do so himself.
"So, Malfoy," Harry started; Draco continued to fold his shirts, "Why do you stay at Severus' house over the summer? Why not with your parents? You haven't seen them for so long." Harry knew he was treading across forbidden territory, but he asked anyway.
Draco put the last folded shirt onto one of the stacks before slamming his trunk closed. He took it and propped the case next to the bed.
"It's none of your business Potter," Draco said dryly, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to put my clothes away." Draco took one of the stacks and walked to the closet.
"I… I know it's not really my business…" Harry shifted on the bed, "But I just want to--"
Draco slammed the closet shut and stalked over to Harry; he stood in front of the Gryffindor and glared down at him.
"If you know it's not your business Potter, then why ask?" Draco spat; he reached for another stack of clothes and walked back to the closet.
"Okay, never mind, I'm sorry for asking." Harry picked at the lint again.
Draco sighed and closed the closet doors softly this time and made his way to the bed. This time he sat down on it, but not too close to Potter. Malfoy looked at his hands.
"Why do you care?" Draco asked; Harry looked to the side and was about to say something but Draco continued on, "You hate me, I hate you. Isn't that how things are?" he spat.
"Look Malfoy," Harry began; he stopped picking at the bed sheet, "Severus told me that you're not that bad… if I get to know you better. I guess I kind of agree with him; we didn't curse each other's arse off for the past three hours."
"You're always the noble Gryffindor aren't you?" Draco whispered, the corners of his lips curved up in a small smile, "I hate to admit this, but you're not that bad yourself."
"Wow, you're saying something nice to me," Harry chuckled, "Is this a dream?"
Draco scowled, "I do know how to be nice sometimes Potter, deal with it."
"I'm not so sure if I'll be use to a nice Draco Malfoy," Harry said jokingly, "But I'll manage."
Draco looked up from his hands and stared at this one spot on the wall across from him.
"I never wanted to go back to live with my parents," Draco said suddenly; Harry was caught by surprise but kept quiet; Draco continued, "Every year, when it was time to go back to Hogwarts I would be so happy. It meant I don't have to see them, especially my father."
"What about your father?" Harry blurted out; Draco looked to the side and Harry smiled apologetically, "Sorry, go on."
"Every year it would be the same thing. Once I'm living under one roof with them, they would pressure me about… marriage." Draco spat out the last word.
"They force you to marry someone?" Harry asked. Draco nodded.
"Just as long it's a pureblood girl," Draco's expression turned into a nasty scowl, "It doesn't even matter if I love her or not. My father just wants an heir to the Malfoy name."
"I… I don't know what to say…" Harry muttered; he pulled at his sleeves. "If I was forced to marry some girl I don't even know..."
"You don't have to say anything Potter," Draco sneered, "I don't need your pity."
"Malfoy," Harry said exasperatedly, "I just… never thought… you have to go through all that…"
"Well, now you know," Draco said dryly.
Harry sighed and stood up; he was about to leave the room when Draco walked up behind him.
"Thank you for listening Potter," Draco muttered, avoiding Harry's eyes, "I feel better now that I've talked about it."
Harry smiled lightly at the blond and stuck out his hand. Draco looked at it then at Harry.
"Why are you sticking out your hand?"
Harry rolled his eyes, "It's called a handshake Malfoy," Harry grinned at the Slytherin, "I think since we're no longer students, we should start out fresh. I'm actually going to take Severus' advice and get to know you better. Heck, that's what I did with Severus, and we use to hate each other's guts."
Draco hesitantly took Harry's hand and shook it; Harry grasped the blonde's hand tightly.
"Also, since I'll be seeing your face for the next three months or so, I think it's only right to call each other by our first names. What do you say… Draco?" Harry let Malfoy's hand go and looked at him expectantly.
"Sure… whatever Pot—Harry." Draco grimaced.
"Good, I'll leave you then," Harry turned and opened the door, "If you need anything I'll be downstairs."
Draco nodded at the Gryffindor; Harry smiled at him and left. Draco closed the door and leaned his head on the hardwood door.
"Stupid Potter," Draco said and shook his head.
For the first time he stepped foot into Snape Manor, Draco Malfoy laughed softly to himself.
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A/N: Haha I know I know, I made Draco all nice so quickly. But I was thinking of making Draco Harry's friend after awhile; of course, they'll still have rows with each other. But sooner or later they'll get use to one another :D Many expected Malfoy to be destructive to Harry's and Sev's relationship, maybe he still is ;) I'm not telling too much, you'll just have to read and find out :P Review please and tell me what you think :D who said anything about Draco liking girls?
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