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Warning: SLASH...yummy

Love, By Accident: The Manor

"Draco!" Narcissa squealed when Draco and Harry stepped off the train. She held her arms out for a hug.

Draco made a face but complied. He set his bags down and motioned for Harry to do the same and a house elf came up and put them away in the car.

"Mother, this is Harry," Draco said.

"Hello Mrs. Malfoy," Harry held out his hand to the older woman.

She smiled, the tired lines in her face showing from years of unhappiness. "Please, call me Narcissa," she took Harry's hand. "Dinner's waiting boys, let's be on our way."

She started walking to the car, when her back was turned Draco reached for Harry's hand. "I guess this'll be harder than I thought." He said.

"Welcome to Malfoy Manor, Harry. Draco can show you around later. Feddon, that's one of the house elves, will take your bags up to the room. Come on now, the dinning hall is this way. " Narcissa said.

Harry gawked at all the paintings, marble, jewels, and vases. Draco smiled at the look on his boyfriend's face and pulled him into the dinning room.

The table was set with glass china, it was a big wooden table with eight chairs, but only three places were set. There were platters laden with food at the empty seats.

Narcissa sat at the head of the table, forcing Harry and Draco on either side of her. "So Harry," she started serving food. "Tell me about yourself."

Harry looked at Draco, the blonde just shrugged. "Um, what do you mean?" He asked, uncertain.

"Where do you live, what are your parents like, general things darling." Narcissa looked at him and smiled. She was a pleasant woman, happy and tired at the same time. Obviously living in her own world though, I mean, how many witches could barely glance at Harry and know he was the savior of the wizzarding world. This woman on the other hand had already spent over an hour with him and was still wondering about his home life.

"Well," Harry began, "I live in Surrey with my Aunt and Uncle...my parents died when I was a baby."

"Oh how awful-"

"Mom," Draco interrupted, "We're going to go up to my room." Draco had finished eating and noticed Harry had only been poking at his food.

"All right...oh, Dragon, sweetie, I'm having a friend over tomorrow that I want you to meet"

"All right," Draco pulled Harry out of the room and led him up one of the staircases.

"Dragon?" Harry teased grabbing Draco around the waist and pulling him against his chest at the top of the stairs.

"Sorry about the whole explaining your family thing, she's sort of a house dweller. I'll talk to her later and tell her just who you are."

"No," Harry nibbled on Draco's ear; "I like it without her knowing.

They finished the walk to Draco's room.

As Harry expected it was covered in Slytherin colors. It was a large room, maybe bigger then the Gryffindor common room even, or just about the same. A king size bed with black satin sheets and a black duvet was in the corner to their right next to the walk in closet, a desk near the door, and green curtains over the few windows, and a dresser near the bathroom.

Draco closed the door behind Harry and saw the look on the Gryffindors face. "You're telling me you don't have a room like this in Surrey?"

Harry walked over to the bookcase and scanned Draco's collection. He had all his old school books, a bunch of advanced Potions books, Transfiguration, odds and ends of muggle books were there, and a few Dark Arts books caught Harry's eye.

"Are you kidding me?" Harry laughed, "My room was the cupboard under the stairs for eleven years, and then after my first year at Hogwarts my relatives were afraid I would hex them so they gave me my cousins extra bedroom. I had a room when I stayed with Sirius, but that wasn't anywhere near glorious."

He turned around to see Draco staring at him in horror. "You lived in a cupboard?"

Harry shrugged, "The Dursley's hate me."

"That's so horrible." Draco walked over and wrapped his arms around Harry.

"It's not that big a deal." Harry buried his head in Draco's shoulder, remembering all the horrible years in Surrey.

"It is to me."

Harry looked up and brushed a blonde lock of hair out of Draco's eyes. He leaned in and Draco caught Harry's lips with his own.

"I love you," Harry whispered, resting his forehead against Draco's.

"I love you too," The blonde said before kissing Harry again.