Disclaimer: Oh yes, of course they're mine. Just as the sun is made of ice
and money grows on trees. Miss Rowling? If you wish to sue please find
someone else, I can't even afford a lawyer let alone a settlement.
Warnings: Sorta amusing ending for this part, I just had to put it in. :)
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Blood & Nails.
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Part Ten. I'll Get You.
The first thing Draco did the next morning was ignore his homework and call Harry.
"Hello?"
"Er, Ron? Is Harry there?"
"Yeah, sure. Hold on a sec."
"Thanks."
There was some scuffling sounds as the phone was passed over. "It's your boyfriend." He heard Ron mutter sarcastically. He didn't quite catch Harry's reply but he recognised the tone that was used and snickered.
"Draco?"
"Hi, Harry. Are you busy today? It's just that I really need you to answer a few things. All the questions last night only made me think of more."
"Um, I have some work to do this morning."
Draco made sure he sounded very disappointed, which wasn't that hard. "Oh. Okay then. Well I'll just .... "
Harry interrupted just how Draco was hoping he would. "But I can come over in the afternoon, if you'd like?"
"Um, yeah, okay. That sounds good. I'll see you about five or so?"
"Yeah, okay."
Draco checked he had everything ready for later and sat down to do his school work. But he couldn't concentrate very well.
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Harry smiled politely as Draco opened the door.
"Hi, Harry." The blonde greeted him brightly. "Come on in, would you like a drink?"
"Er, sure." Harry took the offered Coke.
"Feel free to help yourself if you run out. This place used to be yours as well, after all." Draco didn't miss the wince the Gryffindor gave at that.
"Thanks."
Draco dropped into one of the armchairs. "Okay, so. How did your friends take it?"
Harry sat down on the couch. "Er, take what?"
Draco rolled his eyes as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "How did your friends find out about us and how did they take it? If I'm going to pretend it was my life, I'm going to hear as much of it as possible."
"Oh, um. They found out because I told them. We, er you and I, agreed that they could be trusted to know. And they wanted to know why I kept sneaking out of the dormitories, they kept pushing for that the most."
"Sneaking out *without* them, was what they were worried about, more likely."
Harry smiled. "Yeah. Um, Ron and Hermione seemed to take it all right. Well, Hermione was rendered silent, she didn't speak for three days. And Ron went this weird shade of purple, but they managed. It was the rest of Gryffindor that nearly had heart attacks. But they didn't find out until after the war was over, so it was okay."
"How did Slytherin take it?"
Harry smirked. "Oh, you so wish you could remember that. I've never seen so many people choke on their food before or since that day, when you walked over and kissed me in front of the whole school."
Draco smacked the arm of his chair, sighing. "Damn. Pansy's face would have been priceless."
"It was hilarious. Snape didn't even blink of course, Pansy coughed until she nearly threw up a lung, Crabbe accidentally stabbed his hand with his fork, Goyle accidentally stabbed Crabbe's hand with his fork. Crabbe punched Goyle. Things got out of hand and everyone finally calmed down after about half an hour of pandemonium."
"You remember it well?"
Harry gave a dreamy smile leaning back. "That's a day I'll never forget."
Draco covered his misguided anger by finishing off his drink. "What did Dumbledore do?"
"Huh?" Harry looked over and then sat up again. "Oh, um. He told us such fraternisation was inappropriate at the breakfast table. So you made a point by kissing me again, just to spite him. I didn't mind though."
"How'd he take that little response of mine?"
Harry gave a wicked grin. "He had to stipulate that such fraternisation was inappropriate *on* the breakfast table as well. I got milk all down my back and in my hair."
Draco flicked his eyebrows for a second and both boys laughed.
"Did we fight much?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Oh god, people said we were like oil and water, except for the fact that oil and water don't burst into flames when they mix. Our screaming matches are legendary in the Wizarding world. The ones conducted in public, at any rate."
"Good. I'm glad it wasn't boring."
"That is the one word I don't think I've ever heard our relationship called."
Draco smiled and went to the cabinet. "Want another drink?"
Harry smiled and shrugged. "If you're offering." His smile faltered though, when Draco passed him a vodka and coke. "How did you know I drank that?"
Draco frowned and look at it. "Um, I don't know. I just poured."
Harry smiled. "That's okay, you must have made a hundred of these for me. Your hands probably just knew where to go."
Draco told his mind to fuck off at the image it cheerfully provided at that comment. "Yeah. I guess." He took a seat in the second armchair. "So, when did we move in here?"
Harry seemed to shake something off. "Er, we figured we were driving Sirius and Lucius crazy when we started our fights so we agreed it would be better all round if we moved in together. No going between houses and then we could only infuriate each other. We decided on London so you could go shopping. You were always fond of buying stuff, even if it wasn't for you. But we also have your house in the country for when we want out of the whole city scene."
Draco smirked. "And how did your godfather take the news you were sleeping with a former Death Eater? And the son of another former Death Eater to boot."
Harry shifted uncomfortably. "Ah, yes. That didn't go too well. Especially when Severus felt the need to defend you."
"He probably only did that to get on Black's nerves."
"Most likely. It sort of ended in Sirius and Lucius in a fist fight over which boy was better. Then they were both bleeding and unconscious while we sat back muttering about the foolishness of adults."
"My father didn't do an Unforgivable? There must have been witnesses."
"Only Severus, Narcissa and Dumbledore."
"Dumbledore?"
"Yeah." Harry raised his glass in toast. "We were all in his office at the time."
Draco raised his own glass and then paused for a moment, wondering what he should ask next. But before he did, he poured another drink for each of them and sat down on the couch next to Harry, hoping the other wouldn't notice the shortening distance. "What happened to Dumbledore's beard? I can never work out if it would be rude or not to ask."
"Oh, there was a fire near the end of the last battle. He got burned trying to help the Aurors."
"Couldn't he just magically lengthen it again?"
Harry smirked and leant back fully into the couch. "He says it makes him look younger."
Draco snorted with sarcasm and finished his second drink. The two sat in silence for awhile.
"What's it like for you?" Harry asked quietly.
Draco looked to him, confused. "What?"
Harry rolled his head to look at the blonde. "What's it like to suddenly not have some of your life? I'm sitting here feeling weird that I have to tell you these things, but it must be different for you?"
"It's .............. odd. That's all I can think to describe it."
Harry nodded and they were silent again.
"Um, the apartment looks good."
Draco frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Well, clean and stuff. You're not known for your house work skills."
Draco smiled. "Oh, that. I hired a cleaner."
Harry looked to him. "You what? Oh, well, yeah I suppose you would."
"Something wrong with that? She only comes three days a week."
"No, it's just that ........ No, well, we, um *you* and I, we agreed that it was our apartment so we'd take care of it. But I can see why you'd hire someone. You wouldn't know and yeah, um ..... Look, I'd better get back. Hermione will be wondering where I am." Harry put his glass down and stood up. "Nice talking to you, I'll see you later. I can let myself out."
Harry walked out and Draco sighed as he heard the door close. "Damn it."
He thought for awhile about what he should do. He picked up the phone and dialled.
"Ezy Cleaners?"
"Yeah hi. My name is Draco Malfoy and I would like to cancel the cleaner. She did well and everything, but I don't need your services anymore."
"Very well, sir. Your bill will sent to you."
"Thanks."
He ended that called and dialled a second number.
"Hello?"
"Hermione, hi. I need a favour and I would appreciate it if you didn't tell Harry."
"Um, maybe."
"It's nothing big or anything."
"Oh, okay. What can I do for you?"
Draco braced himself for the reaction he'd probably get. "I need you to tell me how to work the vacuum machine."
To Be Continued.
Warnings: Sorta amusing ending for this part, I just had to put it in. :)
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Blood & Nails.
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Part Ten. I'll Get You.
The first thing Draco did the next morning was ignore his homework and call Harry.
"Hello?"
"Er, Ron? Is Harry there?"
"Yeah, sure. Hold on a sec."
"Thanks."
There was some scuffling sounds as the phone was passed over. "It's your boyfriend." He heard Ron mutter sarcastically. He didn't quite catch Harry's reply but he recognised the tone that was used and snickered.
"Draco?"
"Hi, Harry. Are you busy today? It's just that I really need you to answer a few things. All the questions last night only made me think of more."
"Um, I have some work to do this morning."
Draco made sure he sounded very disappointed, which wasn't that hard. "Oh. Okay then. Well I'll just .... "
Harry interrupted just how Draco was hoping he would. "But I can come over in the afternoon, if you'd like?"
"Um, yeah, okay. That sounds good. I'll see you about five or so?"
"Yeah, okay."
Draco checked he had everything ready for later and sat down to do his school work. But he couldn't concentrate very well.
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Harry smiled politely as Draco opened the door.
"Hi, Harry." The blonde greeted him brightly. "Come on in, would you like a drink?"
"Er, sure." Harry took the offered Coke.
"Feel free to help yourself if you run out. This place used to be yours as well, after all." Draco didn't miss the wince the Gryffindor gave at that.
"Thanks."
Draco dropped into one of the armchairs. "Okay, so. How did your friends take it?"
Harry sat down on the couch. "Er, take what?"
Draco rolled his eyes as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "How did your friends find out about us and how did they take it? If I'm going to pretend it was my life, I'm going to hear as much of it as possible."
"Oh, um. They found out because I told them. We, er you and I, agreed that they could be trusted to know. And they wanted to know why I kept sneaking out of the dormitories, they kept pushing for that the most."
"Sneaking out *without* them, was what they were worried about, more likely."
Harry smiled. "Yeah. Um, Ron and Hermione seemed to take it all right. Well, Hermione was rendered silent, she didn't speak for three days. And Ron went this weird shade of purple, but they managed. It was the rest of Gryffindor that nearly had heart attacks. But they didn't find out until after the war was over, so it was okay."
"How did Slytherin take it?"
Harry smirked. "Oh, you so wish you could remember that. I've never seen so many people choke on their food before or since that day, when you walked over and kissed me in front of the whole school."
Draco smacked the arm of his chair, sighing. "Damn. Pansy's face would have been priceless."
"It was hilarious. Snape didn't even blink of course, Pansy coughed until she nearly threw up a lung, Crabbe accidentally stabbed his hand with his fork, Goyle accidentally stabbed Crabbe's hand with his fork. Crabbe punched Goyle. Things got out of hand and everyone finally calmed down after about half an hour of pandemonium."
"You remember it well?"
Harry gave a dreamy smile leaning back. "That's a day I'll never forget."
Draco covered his misguided anger by finishing off his drink. "What did Dumbledore do?"
"Huh?" Harry looked over and then sat up again. "Oh, um. He told us such fraternisation was inappropriate at the breakfast table. So you made a point by kissing me again, just to spite him. I didn't mind though."
"How'd he take that little response of mine?"
Harry gave a wicked grin. "He had to stipulate that such fraternisation was inappropriate *on* the breakfast table as well. I got milk all down my back and in my hair."
Draco flicked his eyebrows for a second and both boys laughed.
"Did we fight much?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Oh god, people said we were like oil and water, except for the fact that oil and water don't burst into flames when they mix. Our screaming matches are legendary in the Wizarding world. The ones conducted in public, at any rate."
"Good. I'm glad it wasn't boring."
"That is the one word I don't think I've ever heard our relationship called."
Draco smiled and went to the cabinet. "Want another drink?"
Harry smiled and shrugged. "If you're offering." His smile faltered though, when Draco passed him a vodka and coke. "How did you know I drank that?"
Draco frowned and look at it. "Um, I don't know. I just poured."
Harry smiled. "That's okay, you must have made a hundred of these for me. Your hands probably just knew where to go."
Draco told his mind to fuck off at the image it cheerfully provided at that comment. "Yeah. I guess." He took a seat in the second armchair. "So, when did we move in here?"
Harry seemed to shake something off. "Er, we figured we were driving Sirius and Lucius crazy when we started our fights so we agreed it would be better all round if we moved in together. No going between houses and then we could only infuriate each other. We decided on London so you could go shopping. You were always fond of buying stuff, even if it wasn't for you. But we also have your house in the country for when we want out of the whole city scene."
Draco smirked. "And how did your godfather take the news you were sleeping with a former Death Eater? And the son of another former Death Eater to boot."
Harry shifted uncomfortably. "Ah, yes. That didn't go too well. Especially when Severus felt the need to defend you."
"He probably only did that to get on Black's nerves."
"Most likely. It sort of ended in Sirius and Lucius in a fist fight over which boy was better. Then they were both bleeding and unconscious while we sat back muttering about the foolishness of adults."
"My father didn't do an Unforgivable? There must have been witnesses."
"Only Severus, Narcissa and Dumbledore."
"Dumbledore?"
"Yeah." Harry raised his glass in toast. "We were all in his office at the time."
Draco raised his own glass and then paused for a moment, wondering what he should ask next. But before he did, he poured another drink for each of them and sat down on the couch next to Harry, hoping the other wouldn't notice the shortening distance. "What happened to Dumbledore's beard? I can never work out if it would be rude or not to ask."
"Oh, there was a fire near the end of the last battle. He got burned trying to help the Aurors."
"Couldn't he just magically lengthen it again?"
Harry smirked and leant back fully into the couch. "He says it makes him look younger."
Draco snorted with sarcasm and finished his second drink. The two sat in silence for awhile.
"What's it like for you?" Harry asked quietly.
Draco looked to him, confused. "What?"
Harry rolled his head to look at the blonde. "What's it like to suddenly not have some of your life? I'm sitting here feeling weird that I have to tell you these things, but it must be different for you?"
"It's .............. odd. That's all I can think to describe it."
Harry nodded and they were silent again.
"Um, the apartment looks good."
Draco frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Well, clean and stuff. You're not known for your house work skills."
Draco smiled. "Oh, that. I hired a cleaner."
Harry looked to him. "You what? Oh, well, yeah I suppose you would."
"Something wrong with that? She only comes three days a week."
"No, it's just that ........ No, well, we, um *you* and I, we agreed that it was our apartment so we'd take care of it. But I can see why you'd hire someone. You wouldn't know and yeah, um ..... Look, I'd better get back. Hermione will be wondering where I am." Harry put his glass down and stood up. "Nice talking to you, I'll see you later. I can let myself out."
Harry walked out and Draco sighed as he heard the door close. "Damn it."
He thought for awhile about what he should do. He picked up the phone and dialled.
"Ezy Cleaners?"
"Yeah hi. My name is Draco Malfoy and I would like to cancel the cleaner. She did well and everything, but I don't need your services anymore."
"Very well, sir. Your bill will sent to you."
"Thanks."
He ended that called and dialled a second number.
"Hello?"
"Hermione, hi. I need a favour and I would appreciate it if you didn't tell Harry."
"Um, maybe."
"It's nothing big or anything."
"Oh, okay. What can I do for you?"
Draco braced himself for the reaction he'd probably get. "I need you to tell me how to work the vacuum machine."
To Be Continued.