AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have never used the word "wicked" in my entire life.
I am from the South and we usually don't say that, so if I use it wrong,
forgive me.
The Deal in the Mansion
Once their shopping was finished, the boys made their way back to the meeting spot. Lucius waited for them there, a scowl on his face. Harry and Draco showed them what they had bought and Lucius led them back to the exit from Diagon Alley. When they got to the car, Draco found a surprise for him. A new Firebolt. He yelled with delight and showed it to Harry. Harry nodded, unimpressed.
"You can borrow my Servicing Kit when we get home," he told Draco. Home. That was a word that Harry didn't use very often. But now he had one. It might not of been the best place for the hated enemy of Voldemort, but it is the best that life had offered him so far. He was silent on the way home, but it was a silence of one who's life has been altered. He would (hopefully) never see his aunt or uncle again, but he would miss the familiarity of Privet Drive. His life there was stable and constant. Life as a Malfoy surely wouldn't be.
They arrived at the mansion a little before dusk. They had a barn and Harry counted four horses in the field. Two black stallions, a beautiful white mare and a bay stallion. Dobby ran out to the car and unloaded their school things. Narcissa led Harry to the house, Draco in close pursuit. They walked up two flights of stairs toward Draco's enormous room. But they walked past it and Narcissa covered Harry's eyes. Harry heard Draco open the door and Narcissa and Harry carefully walked into it. She released him and he stared around the room. It was covered in Quidditch posters and even the wall was mounted in signed Quidditch robes. Harry touched some of them. Draco sneered at most of them.
"Most of these were mine, but I didn't want them. So mum gave them to you. I redecorated my room in.well you'll see," Draco told Harry. Harry ignored him. Draco could be very snobby, annoying and ungrateful at times. Most of the time. Harry had gotten used to it. Dobby rushed past them and set Harry's things quickly and tripped over the cauldron. It tipped over and Harry's new ink bottle (the one he got to replace the pink one) spilled onto the floor. Narcissa cursed softly and ran to get her wand to clean it up. Harry ran after Dobby, but thought better of it.
"Dobby, you like working, right?" Harry asked. Relieved that he wouldn't be getting another wearisome beating, Dobby nodded.
"Yes, Sir. Dobby likes working. It 'tis Dobby's life, it 'tis," he answered enthusiastically. Harry nodded.
"That's fine, Dobby. Now, for punishment, I want you to stand in the corner. Watch Nar...Mother.clean up your mess. Then, you can go to the kitchen and watch the other servants make supper. Do this until I tell you otherwise," Harry instructed. Draco gave Harry a questioning look.
"What's that going to do?" he asked. Harry explained.
"He likes to work. It is the nature of the house-elves. He always gets beaten, so it is no punishment for him. But going against what he has always done and what he is born to do, that is a punishment." Draco nodded and laughed as Dobby stood in the corner, trembling, as Narcissa cleaned up the mess.
"Dobby go to the kitchen now?" the house-elf asked pitifully. Harry nodded.
"Now let's see your room, brother," Harry said to Draco. Draco's room had been redone in dark colors and even a Muggle black light was hung in his corner.
"It doesn't take as much magic, and I like the effect," he explained. Harry spied a potion-making kit on his desk and something white was bubbling in the last bottle.
"Snape give that to you?" Harry asked. Draco nodded.
"Birthday present this year."
"I like it," Harry told him as they walked down for supper. "You want to try the new stuff Snape got me in your potion kit?"
"Yeah, that would be wicked. Maybe we could make a poison that's never been discovered," he suggested.
"Then Snape would pass us for sure," Harry told him.
"Hopefully you could pass Professor Snape's class on your own, boys," Lucius told them as they sat down.
"We can, Father," Harry protested, getting used to the idea of having a father. Draco didn't seem to mind.
"I know you can Harry. I'm not worried about you," he said in a softer tone.
"I'm passing, too, Father. Better grades than Harry," Draco objected.
"Only because Severus and I are good friends. That's also why Crabbe and Goyle are passing," Lucius told him harshly. Draco's face fell into a look of defiance.
"So you don't think I can do it?" he asked.
"Fine, boy. You think you can handle it? If you can show me passing grades in that class, I will let you keep playing Quidditch. If not, you won't play for the rest of the year. I will send an owl to Severus tonight. He will keep track of your grades throughout the year and report your progress. Fair?" Lucius replied.
"Thank you, Father."
"Now on to other matters. How was shopping, boys?" Narcissa interjected.
The Deal in the Mansion
Once their shopping was finished, the boys made their way back to the meeting spot. Lucius waited for them there, a scowl on his face. Harry and Draco showed them what they had bought and Lucius led them back to the exit from Diagon Alley. When they got to the car, Draco found a surprise for him. A new Firebolt. He yelled with delight and showed it to Harry. Harry nodded, unimpressed.
"You can borrow my Servicing Kit when we get home," he told Draco. Home. That was a word that Harry didn't use very often. But now he had one. It might not of been the best place for the hated enemy of Voldemort, but it is the best that life had offered him so far. He was silent on the way home, but it was a silence of one who's life has been altered. He would (hopefully) never see his aunt or uncle again, but he would miss the familiarity of Privet Drive. His life there was stable and constant. Life as a Malfoy surely wouldn't be.
They arrived at the mansion a little before dusk. They had a barn and Harry counted four horses in the field. Two black stallions, a beautiful white mare and a bay stallion. Dobby ran out to the car and unloaded their school things. Narcissa led Harry to the house, Draco in close pursuit. They walked up two flights of stairs toward Draco's enormous room. But they walked past it and Narcissa covered Harry's eyes. Harry heard Draco open the door and Narcissa and Harry carefully walked into it. She released him and he stared around the room. It was covered in Quidditch posters and even the wall was mounted in signed Quidditch robes. Harry touched some of them. Draco sneered at most of them.
"Most of these were mine, but I didn't want them. So mum gave them to you. I redecorated my room in.well you'll see," Draco told Harry. Harry ignored him. Draco could be very snobby, annoying and ungrateful at times. Most of the time. Harry had gotten used to it. Dobby rushed past them and set Harry's things quickly and tripped over the cauldron. It tipped over and Harry's new ink bottle (the one he got to replace the pink one) spilled onto the floor. Narcissa cursed softly and ran to get her wand to clean it up. Harry ran after Dobby, but thought better of it.
"Dobby, you like working, right?" Harry asked. Relieved that he wouldn't be getting another wearisome beating, Dobby nodded.
"Yes, Sir. Dobby likes working. It 'tis Dobby's life, it 'tis," he answered enthusiastically. Harry nodded.
"That's fine, Dobby. Now, for punishment, I want you to stand in the corner. Watch Nar...Mother.clean up your mess. Then, you can go to the kitchen and watch the other servants make supper. Do this until I tell you otherwise," Harry instructed. Draco gave Harry a questioning look.
"What's that going to do?" he asked. Harry explained.
"He likes to work. It is the nature of the house-elves. He always gets beaten, so it is no punishment for him. But going against what he has always done and what he is born to do, that is a punishment." Draco nodded and laughed as Dobby stood in the corner, trembling, as Narcissa cleaned up the mess.
"Dobby go to the kitchen now?" the house-elf asked pitifully. Harry nodded.
"Now let's see your room, brother," Harry said to Draco. Draco's room had been redone in dark colors and even a Muggle black light was hung in his corner.
"It doesn't take as much magic, and I like the effect," he explained. Harry spied a potion-making kit on his desk and something white was bubbling in the last bottle.
"Snape give that to you?" Harry asked. Draco nodded.
"Birthday present this year."
"I like it," Harry told him as they walked down for supper. "You want to try the new stuff Snape got me in your potion kit?"
"Yeah, that would be wicked. Maybe we could make a poison that's never been discovered," he suggested.
"Then Snape would pass us for sure," Harry told him.
"Hopefully you could pass Professor Snape's class on your own, boys," Lucius told them as they sat down.
"We can, Father," Harry protested, getting used to the idea of having a father. Draco didn't seem to mind.
"I know you can Harry. I'm not worried about you," he said in a softer tone.
"I'm passing, too, Father. Better grades than Harry," Draco objected.
"Only because Severus and I are good friends. That's also why Crabbe and Goyle are passing," Lucius told him harshly. Draco's face fell into a look of defiance.
"So you don't think I can do it?" he asked.
"Fine, boy. You think you can handle it? If you can show me passing grades in that class, I will let you keep playing Quidditch. If not, you won't play for the rest of the year. I will send an owl to Severus tonight. He will keep track of your grades throughout the year and report your progress. Fair?" Lucius replied.
"Thank you, Father."
"Now on to other matters. How was shopping, boys?" Narcissa interjected.
