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Chapter 2.. Enjoy

Harry woke to someone shaking him lightly. He once again was startled by his surroundings and the people surrounding him. He found Draco leaning over him, hands on both of Harry's shoulders shaking him slightly.

"What is it?" A slightly groggy Harry asked, rubbing his eyes but wincing slightly when his hand brushed against a bruise.

Draco noticed this and a worried look spread onto his face, but it left as quickly as it had come. Harry caught the look but thought nothing of it. He was Malfoy after all.

"Dinner, I though you would be hungry." Draco replied, but without his usual drawl.

"Oh, I am kinda hungry." Harry muttered, shocked about how nice his sworn enemy was being. He got out of bed and noticed how filthy he was. His baggy clothes that he slept in were covered in dirt from chores and his dried blood. Draco seemed to notice Harry checking out his appearance, so he took the opportunity to show Harry around his new room.

"Over there is a bathroom." He said, pointing to a door leading off to the left of the room. "Over there is all your belongings. Dumbledore brought them with you. A house-elf took your clothes to be washed and repaired, you couldn't go out in our company with them on. So you are stuck with the ones you are wearing just now, or I suppose I could give you some of mine. They should fit you."

Harry was taken aback by Draco's Helpfulness in making him feel at home. Harry had assumed when he had heard he was staying at the Manor a few short hours ago, that it would have been an uncomfortable four weeks. But to his surprise Draco was putting himself out to give Harry some bearings.

"Oh, thanks. Would it be ok for me to have a shower before dinner?" Harry asked. Not really wanting to face the rest of the family looking like he did.

"Yes of course. I will get a change of clothes for you. In fact do you want dinner here? Save you rushing about." Malfoy offered, not wanting to get Harry in trouble with his parents on his first night for being late. He would simply make Harry's excuses.

"Erm. Yeah that would be better." Harry replied. Once again shocked at how nice the youngest Malfoy was being. Draco turned and exited the room without another word. Harry watched the door for a second before heading towards the bathroom.

He entered the bathroom and was again impressed with the size and décor of the room. A large bath tub sat in the middle of the spacious room, and the shower took up a great portion of the right wall. Harry filled up the bath with steaming hot water and while searching through one of the many cupboards Harry found some bubble bath. He stripped of his dirty clothes and dumped them in a pile near the door. Stepping into the bath was heaven as the water soothed his aching body. He gently rubbed the dirt, grime and blood from his body, savouring the feeling of being clean.

He took the time to look around the room. Its ceiling was like the adjoining room and the walls were a creamy colour, matching the bathroom suite. All the fixtures were gold, and Harry suspected it was probably real gold.

He also took the time to think about his current situation. He was glad that he was not returning to the Dursleys, but then again was staying with the Malfoy's going to be any better? Well from what he had seen so far it was not going to be the blood bath he was expecting. In fact Draco was being a Gentleman.

For the past few months Harry had often thought of Draco. Harry had known for a long time that he was gay. He had told his friends, and roommates but it really wasn't common knowledge, not a secret though. If someone was to ask him he wouldn't deny his sexual preference but he didn't go around screaming about it. He fancied Draco. He would never let on, but he thought the guy was hot. Harry had many admirers, that was for certain but Draco Malfoy was the only one who got Harry's Attention.

He climbed out of the bath, he looked at his hands and saw that they had gone wrinkly, he looked at the clock and realised he had been in the bath for over an hour. But he felt more relaxed. He grabbed a towel from the rail and headed out to the bedroom. When he entered the room he saw a pile of clothes sitting on his bed. Near the door was his dinner set out on a table.

He dried himself off and put the clothes Draco had given him on. He slid the black boxers on, shortly followed by the Black trousers and then a black shirt. It wasn't really his colour but he didn't really want to walk around naked. He slipped his shoes and socks on and walked over to the table with his dinner. He sat down and devoured the chicken dish before him, quickly followed by a slice of chocolate cake.

After his meal he stood up and left the room. He was in a long corridor that must have had 20 rooms on it. Harry turned towards the left and headed towards what looked like to be an entrance and a stair case.

"Harry!" A call came from behind him; He spun around and came face to face with Lucius Malfoy.

"Mr Malfoy, I was just looking around. If I'm going to be here for a while I should know where the basic things are."

"Draco is up in his room. Perhaps he could give you a tour?" said Mr Malfoy, using the same drawl that Draco used.

'Like father, like son' Harry thought.

"Thank you, which room would his is?" Harry asked, thankful to be getting away from Mr Malfoy

"10th room on the right."

"Thank you sir." Harry said as he started walking towards the large staircase.

He followed the staircase up to the next floor and found a corridor similar to the one downstairs. He walked along the rich red carpet, counting the doors on the right. When he reached the tenth room he took a deep breath and knocked.

"Come in." Cooed a voice from the other side of the door. Harry turned the door handle and was yet again surprised by a room in the Malfoy Manor. Draco's room was like a palace. His Bed sat in the middle of the room. A large four poster bed with black satin sheets matching a black ceiling and dark blue walls.

"Harry, I see you got the clothes I sent, did you eat?"

"Yes, I had dinner. Thank you for sending it."

"How do you feel Harry?" Draco asked sympathetically.

"Why do you care? And why are you being nice to me? Just because your family left Voldermort doesn't mean that we are best friends." Harry snapped. In truth he didn't know why he snapped, but he thought Draco was being too nice.

"Well I am sorry." Draco snapped back. "I just wanted to help you settle in here. But if you prefer I won't talk to you at all. You can spend the rest off the holiday in your room." He finished. His voice taking on a rather cruel edge that scared Harry little.

"Sorry. It's just we have never really talked properly before and now I'm living with you." Harry replied, trying to calm the angry boy down.

"Well come in and lets talk." Draco invited, patting a seat on the large sofa he was occupying.

"Your dad said that you could give me a tour of the house."

"Later. Let's talk."

The two boys sat and talked for hours. They got to know each other. They managed to only argue once. Around ten o'clock a house-elf brought the two boy's supper and returned at midnight to fetch the plates. Harry was starting to feel tired and decided that it was really late.

"I really need to go to bed now. I'm so tired." Harry muttered while yawning.

"Yeah it is really late. Can you remember where your room is?" Draco asked, not wanting Harry to accidentally walk into his parent's room.

"No, I don't which one is it?"

"Never mind, I'll take you." Draco offered, while standing up and walking to the door. The boys walked in silence. When they reached Harry's room Draco stopped him from entering.

"So, does this mean that we are friends?" Draco asked, looking slightly nervous at his question and Harry's reply.

Harry smiled at the blonde and stepped towards the boy. He reached up to the boy's ear and whispered softly,

"Yes Draco, this means we are friends." He stepped back and entered his room. He stopped when he entered his room and let a smile play on his lips.

"Maybe even more" He whispered again.

Little did Harry know that Draco was still on the other side of his door, thinking the exact same thing as Harry.

Well.. What do you think? Chapter 3 will be up soon. I hope I'm not going too fast for you am I? I hope you are enjoying the story.

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