Atuanya- AtuanyaUnexpected@yahoo.com
Pairing- Harry/Draco
Rating- mild R. (oh no, they make out!) Oh yes, and language, again.
Notes- I've been surprised to receive even more positive reviews. Thanks everyone. Repressed!Homosexual!Dudley is introduced this chapter, and he was useful, too. You're just a few chapters away from finding out how Harry and Draco got together, so keep reading over the next few days. Spoiled!Draco will continue to accidentally show his sweet side. Oh yeah, and wish me a happy birthday, I'm seventeen today!
Disclaimer- J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and all of these characters and settings. I'm just playing with them and I'm not making any money for it.
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Chapter 4- Number 4, Privet Drive
Draco nudged Harry awake as the train rolled to a stop at King's Cross Station.
"We're here," he said, handing Harry his glasses.
"Thanks," Harry yawned. "Your hands are shaking. What's wrong? Nervous?"
"Of course not, Potter. Why would I be scared of some stupid muggles? I'm just shaking because I'm cold."
"Mmm hmm." said Harry. "It's rather warm today. I hope you're not getting sick."
"I'm fine," Draco said impatiently. Harry squeezed his hand.
"It'll be alright, Draco. I'll protect you from them and you'll protect me. We'll watch out for each other," said Harry.
"I said I wasn't nervous," said Draco, but he squeezed Harry's hand harder.
"Ready to go, Harry?" said Ron, picking up his trunk from the ground.
"Yeah, just a minute," Harry replied. "Okay, Draco, we can't let them know that we're, erm, more than just friends, or they'll make me move back down to the cupboard," Draco looked at Harry oddly, but he continued. "Show off a little that you're rich, that'll make them respect you more. And, erm, be polite at first, so they don't throw you out. . ."
"Please, I'm the king of good manners," Draco said.
"I really mean it, Malfoy," said Harry. Draco glared at Harry, but didn't manage to hide his apprehension.
"Harry?" he said quietly.
"Yes?"
"What happens if they won't let me stay?"
"Then we'll stay with the Weasley's," said Harry.
Draco gaped. He knew that he and Harry _definitely_ wouldn't be able to have sex at the Weasley's house.
"Yes, Draco," said Harry, pulling his trunk out onto the platform. "That's why you need to be polite." Draco got up quickly and followed very close behind Harry, looking upset.
When Harry and Draco walked out onto platform 9 3/4, Draco scanned the crowd for people who might be Harry's muggles. No one _looked_ like Harry, at least.
"Harry!" called a red haired woman fondly. "How are you, dear?"
"This woman isn't Harry's aunt, is she?" thought Draco, before seeing Ron and Ginny roll their trunks up and hug her. "I see," thought Draco. "A Weasley."
"I hear you won't be visiting this summer, Harry, why?" said Mrs. Weasley.
"Ahem," coughed Ron. "He's got his own, erm, guest, Mum."
Draco felt Mrs. Weasley's eyes scrutinizing him.
"Oh. Well. I see," she said. "Have a nice summer, Harry, and. . . Draco."
"See you," said Harry.
As they walked away, Draco heard Mrs. Weasley screech, "_HE'S_ Harry's _BOYFRIEND_?!"
Draco glanced over at Harry, whose face was scarlet.
"Where are your aunt and uncle?" Draco asked.
"Waiting in the station," said Harry. "They still don't know how to get to this platform."
"Right," said Draco, straining to keep from dropping his trunk, "muggles."
After crossing into the station, they walked for what seemed to Draco like a half an hour. Finally, Harry spotted his relatives.
"There they are," he said, pointing to a group of three jittery looking people. "Come on."
As they approached, Draco grew very nervous. Harry's uncle was intimidating, and his cousin was staring at him in an indecipherable way.
"Who's this?" asked the uncle.
"This is my, erm, friend, Draco Malfoy," said Harry. "Draco, this is my Uncle Vernon,"
"Mr. Dursley, to you," said Vernon.
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Dursley," said Draco, holding out his hand. Vernon just stared at it. Draco was very insulted, but the thought of having to live with the Weasleys for a summer allowed him to control his temper.
"This is my Aunt Petunia," said Harry, gesturing to the skinny woman who had a look on her face like she smelled something horrible.
"Charmed," said Draco.
"And this," Harry said, turning towards his disgustingly obese cousin, "is Dudley, my cousin."
"Erm, Hullo," Draco said.
"Why, pray tell, is your little _friend_ here?" asked Vernon.
"Well, he, erm, he. . ." Harry stammered.
"It's time to turn on the patented Draco Malfoy Charm," thought Draco.
"You see, Mr. Dursley," he said, shooting Vernon a Winning Smile, "My parents are spending the summer in France, and seeing as your nephew Harry is my best friend, we thought that I might be able to stay with you."
Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley stared at Draco blankly. He stuck out his lower lip.
"I want to stay at your house," he whined.
"No!" boomed Vernon, turning red.
"Why not?" said Harry.
"We can't afford to have another person living with us," he said.
"Believe me, I'll pay for myself," said Draco, pulling a stack of galleons out of his pocket.
He was greeted once again with a blank stare from Harry's relatives.
"Draco," Harry coughed. "Muggle money."
"Oh, right," he muttered, putting the galleons back in his pocket and taking out his muggle currency.
"I," he said, smiling anew, "will pay for myself."
"Even so, we don't have the room," sniffed Petunia.
"You know that's not true," said Harry. "He can share my room. I'll sleep on the floor."
Vernon turned red, angry to be out of excuses.
"I don't want your freaky friends living with us, and I have the right to make that decision!" he bellowed.
Draco was becoming worried. What if Harry went with his aunt and uncle and just left him here? What would he do? Subtly, Harry stroked his hand, but he looked nervous as well.
Suddenly, Dudley, who was still staring at Draco strangely, cleared his throat.
"I want him to stay, mummy," he said.
"But Diddums," said Petunia, "You don't want to make friends like that!"
"I WANT HIM TO STAY!" yelled Dudley, stomping his foot.
"Alright, Dudley, alright!" said Vernon. "Just be quiet! Let's go."
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"Here's the kitchen," said Harry, showing Draco around number 4 Privet Drive, "and the lounge. . ."
"Potter!" Vernon yelled. "Get your bloody owls out of the entranceway!"
"Come on," said Harry, let's put our things away."
"You mean no one will do it for us?" asked Draco, confused.
"No, Draco," Harry said.
"I will!" said Dudley, waddling up behind them. He picked up Draco's trunk and owl cage.
"Thanks, Dudley," said Harry, surprised. He pushed his trunk towards his cousin, but Dudley just glared at him.
"Oh, Alright then," said Harry.
After the three had walked perhaps ten paces, Dudley announced that Draco's trunk was too heavy, and he set it down.
Draco made a sort of whimpering noise and picked up his trunk. Harry put his into the cupboard under the stairs, and Draco did the same, with much effort.
"I used to sleep here," said Harry. Draco just sniffled. "Erm, let's go put our owls up in our room," he said, picking up Hedwig's and Draco's Eagle Owl's cages.
"Are you alright, Draco?" Harry said as soon as they got upstairs.
"I don't like it here, Harry," he whimpered, throwing himself face down on the bed. "Your uncle is mean, and there aren't any house elves, and I think your cousin _fancies_ me!"
"You're a spoiled little git, Malfoy," said Harry, but he lay down next to him, looking concerned.
"I know," he said, turning towards Harry. "But I thought _you_ were supposed to keep me that way."
Harry laughed and leaned in to kiss the whiney boy beside him, but he was interrupted.
"They really made you sleep in that cupboard, Potter?" Draco asked.
"Until I was almost eleven, yeah," said Harry. Draco frowned and stared into space for a moment, contemplative.
"That's strange," he said, "I guess they and I must think quite differently."
"What do you mean?" said Harry.
"Well," said Draco, propping himself on his elbow so that he could look at Harry, "If you were to live in my house, a cupboard would be the last place I'd think to put you. I'd just be disappointed that I couldn't give you all the royal palaces in the world."
"That has to be the nicest thing you've ever said to me, Draco," said Harry, looking very pleased.
"It just sort of came out," said Draco, blushing pink. "I _would_ be able to afford a few palaces, at least, you know. . ."
"Shut up, Malfoy, don't ruin the moment," Harry said, kissing Draco hard on the mouth. Draco reciprocated, parting his lips when he felt Harry's tongue run along them. He moaned and pressed his body up against Harry's, sliding his hands down to his boyfriend's arse. Things were getting very intense, when suddenly a horrible shouting sound interrupted them.
"Boy!" called Harry's uncle. "Come down here and cook dinner!"
Draco's erection quickly disappeared.
"Cook dinner?" he said.
"Yeah, I guess I'd better go do that," Harry said, standing up and attempting to flatten his hair. Draco sighed.
"I'll come help you," said Draco, hoping that he wouldn't have to do anything.
Pairing- Harry/Draco
Rating- mild R. (oh no, they make out!) Oh yes, and language, again.
Notes- I've been surprised to receive even more positive reviews. Thanks everyone. Repressed!Homosexual!Dudley is introduced this chapter, and he was useful, too. You're just a few chapters away from finding out how Harry and Draco got together, so keep reading over the next few days. Spoiled!Draco will continue to accidentally show his sweet side. Oh yeah, and wish me a happy birthday, I'm seventeen today!
Disclaimer- J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and all of these characters and settings. I'm just playing with them and I'm not making any money for it.
Feedback- Email me!
Chapter 4- Number 4, Privet Drive
Draco nudged Harry awake as the train rolled to a stop at King's Cross Station.
"We're here," he said, handing Harry his glasses.
"Thanks," Harry yawned. "Your hands are shaking. What's wrong? Nervous?"
"Of course not, Potter. Why would I be scared of some stupid muggles? I'm just shaking because I'm cold."
"Mmm hmm." said Harry. "It's rather warm today. I hope you're not getting sick."
"I'm fine," Draco said impatiently. Harry squeezed his hand.
"It'll be alright, Draco. I'll protect you from them and you'll protect me. We'll watch out for each other," said Harry.
"I said I wasn't nervous," said Draco, but he squeezed Harry's hand harder.
"Ready to go, Harry?" said Ron, picking up his trunk from the ground.
"Yeah, just a minute," Harry replied. "Okay, Draco, we can't let them know that we're, erm, more than just friends, or they'll make me move back down to the cupboard," Draco looked at Harry oddly, but he continued. "Show off a little that you're rich, that'll make them respect you more. And, erm, be polite at first, so they don't throw you out. . ."
"Please, I'm the king of good manners," Draco said.
"I really mean it, Malfoy," said Harry. Draco glared at Harry, but didn't manage to hide his apprehension.
"Harry?" he said quietly.
"Yes?"
"What happens if they won't let me stay?"
"Then we'll stay with the Weasley's," said Harry.
Draco gaped. He knew that he and Harry _definitely_ wouldn't be able to have sex at the Weasley's house.
"Yes, Draco," said Harry, pulling his trunk out onto the platform. "That's why you need to be polite." Draco got up quickly and followed very close behind Harry, looking upset.
When Harry and Draco walked out onto platform 9 3/4, Draco scanned the crowd for people who might be Harry's muggles. No one _looked_ like Harry, at least.
"Harry!" called a red haired woman fondly. "How are you, dear?"
"This woman isn't Harry's aunt, is she?" thought Draco, before seeing Ron and Ginny roll their trunks up and hug her. "I see," thought Draco. "A Weasley."
"I hear you won't be visiting this summer, Harry, why?" said Mrs. Weasley.
"Ahem," coughed Ron. "He's got his own, erm, guest, Mum."
Draco felt Mrs. Weasley's eyes scrutinizing him.
"Oh. Well. I see," she said. "Have a nice summer, Harry, and. . . Draco."
"See you," said Harry.
As they walked away, Draco heard Mrs. Weasley screech, "_HE'S_ Harry's _BOYFRIEND_?!"
Draco glanced over at Harry, whose face was scarlet.
"Where are your aunt and uncle?" Draco asked.
"Waiting in the station," said Harry. "They still don't know how to get to this platform."
"Right," said Draco, straining to keep from dropping his trunk, "muggles."
After crossing into the station, they walked for what seemed to Draco like a half an hour. Finally, Harry spotted his relatives.
"There they are," he said, pointing to a group of three jittery looking people. "Come on."
As they approached, Draco grew very nervous. Harry's uncle was intimidating, and his cousin was staring at him in an indecipherable way.
"Who's this?" asked the uncle.
"This is my, erm, friend, Draco Malfoy," said Harry. "Draco, this is my Uncle Vernon,"
"Mr. Dursley, to you," said Vernon.
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Dursley," said Draco, holding out his hand. Vernon just stared at it. Draco was very insulted, but the thought of having to live with the Weasleys for a summer allowed him to control his temper.
"This is my Aunt Petunia," said Harry, gesturing to the skinny woman who had a look on her face like she smelled something horrible.
"Charmed," said Draco.
"And this," Harry said, turning towards his disgustingly obese cousin, "is Dudley, my cousin."
"Erm, Hullo," Draco said.
"Why, pray tell, is your little _friend_ here?" asked Vernon.
"Well, he, erm, he. . ." Harry stammered.
"It's time to turn on the patented Draco Malfoy Charm," thought Draco.
"You see, Mr. Dursley," he said, shooting Vernon a Winning Smile, "My parents are spending the summer in France, and seeing as your nephew Harry is my best friend, we thought that I might be able to stay with you."
Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley stared at Draco blankly. He stuck out his lower lip.
"I want to stay at your house," he whined.
"No!" boomed Vernon, turning red.
"Why not?" said Harry.
"We can't afford to have another person living with us," he said.
"Believe me, I'll pay for myself," said Draco, pulling a stack of galleons out of his pocket.
He was greeted once again with a blank stare from Harry's relatives.
"Draco," Harry coughed. "Muggle money."
"Oh, right," he muttered, putting the galleons back in his pocket and taking out his muggle currency.
"I," he said, smiling anew, "will pay for myself."
"Even so, we don't have the room," sniffed Petunia.
"You know that's not true," said Harry. "He can share my room. I'll sleep on the floor."
Vernon turned red, angry to be out of excuses.
"I don't want your freaky friends living with us, and I have the right to make that decision!" he bellowed.
Draco was becoming worried. What if Harry went with his aunt and uncle and just left him here? What would he do? Subtly, Harry stroked his hand, but he looked nervous as well.
Suddenly, Dudley, who was still staring at Draco strangely, cleared his throat.
"I want him to stay, mummy," he said.
"But Diddums," said Petunia, "You don't want to make friends like that!"
"I WANT HIM TO STAY!" yelled Dudley, stomping his foot.
"Alright, Dudley, alright!" said Vernon. "Just be quiet! Let's go."
---
"Here's the kitchen," said Harry, showing Draco around number 4 Privet Drive, "and the lounge. . ."
"Potter!" Vernon yelled. "Get your bloody owls out of the entranceway!"
"Come on," said Harry, let's put our things away."
"You mean no one will do it for us?" asked Draco, confused.
"No, Draco," Harry said.
"I will!" said Dudley, waddling up behind them. He picked up Draco's trunk and owl cage.
"Thanks, Dudley," said Harry, surprised. He pushed his trunk towards his cousin, but Dudley just glared at him.
"Oh, Alright then," said Harry.
After the three had walked perhaps ten paces, Dudley announced that Draco's trunk was too heavy, and he set it down.
Draco made a sort of whimpering noise and picked up his trunk. Harry put his into the cupboard under the stairs, and Draco did the same, with much effort.
"I used to sleep here," said Harry. Draco just sniffled. "Erm, let's go put our owls up in our room," he said, picking up Hedwig's and Draco's Eagle Owl's cages.
"Are you alright, Draco?" Harry said as soon as they got upstairs.
"I don't like it here, Harry," he whimpered, throwing himself face down on the bed. "Your uncle is mean, and there aren't any house elves, and I think your cousin _fancies_ me!"
"You're a spoiled little git, Malfoy," said Harry, but he lay down next to him, looking concerned.
"I know," he said, turning towards Harry. "But I thought _you_ were supposed to keep me that way."
Harry laughed and leaned in to kiss the whiney boy beside him, but he was interrupted.
"They really made you sleep in that cupboard, Potter?" Draco asked.
"Until I was almost eleven, yeah," said Harry. Draco frowned and stared into space for a moment, contemplative.
"That's strange," he said, "I guess they and I must think quite differently."
"What do you mean?" said Harry.
"Well," said Draco, propping himself on his elbow so that he could look at Harry, "If you were to live in my house, a cupboard would be the last place I'd think to put you. I'd just be disappointed that I couldn't give you all the royal palaces in the world."
"That has to be the nicest thing you've ever said to me, Draco," said Harry, looking very pleased.
"It just sort of came out," said Draco, blushing pink. "I _would_ be able to afford a few palaces, at least, you know. . ."
"Shut up, Malfoy, don't ruin the moment," Harry said, kissing Draco hard on the mouth. Draco reciprocated, parting his lips when he felt Harry's tongue run along them. He moaned and pressed his body up against Harry's, sliding his hands down to his boyfriend's arse. Things were getting very intense, when suddenly a horrible shouting sound interrupted them.
"Boy!" called Harry's uncle. "Come down here and cook dinner!"
Draco's erection quickly disappeared.
"Cook dinner?" he said.
"Yeah, I guess I'd better go do that," Harry said, standing up and attempting to flatten his hair. Draco sighed.
"I'll come help you," said Draco, hoping that he wouldn't have to do anything.