Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Okay, wow. That was a reaaaaaaaaally long wait. 2 months? Tsk, tsk. I've once again neglected my fics! This is bad... This is very bad... Gah. I still lack inspiration, AND my internet access has been limited at that time—school and all.
I had to read the whole fic over, just to remember what I wrote before. Sucky, ne? And I just realized how bad a writer I was... -Sighs.- Anyway. The problem is = too little details, too much talking. I'll challenge myself to fix that problem. There might be plot holes, so just tell me if you notice any.
Thank you for those who reviewed. Enjoy the next chapter.
Chapter 5: Bon Voyage
The day was Sunday, and that was the day that Harry and Draco were set to leave, to be picked up by Lucius at ten sharp, and the day they were to travel to Malfoy Manor by floo. The hour was seven in the morning, and at that time, both Draco and Harry were still asleep and resting in their rooms. If you could call twisting and turning resting, that is. Half an hour later, house elves were tapping at their doors, and Harry was once again yelling that no, he did not want to get out of bed just yet. Draco on the other hand woke at the first tap, and roused from bed. The house elf knocking at Harry's door explained to the blonde Slytherin that Harry once again did not want to get out of bed.
"Not again." Draco said, rolling his eyes and sighing in exasperation. He scratched at his back and groggily hobbled over to Harry's door with a scowl upon his face. He brought a hand up, knocking at Harry's door. "Potter, you're acting childishly again," He stated, and in a few moments Harry's door opened with a disheveled Harry standing at the doorway in his boxers.
"Alright, alright, I'm awake!" Harry said, brushing past Draco and heading over to the portrait-door, his eyes half closed. He stumbled quite a few times, as he was still half-asleep, but managed to regain his balance every time.
"Potter," Draco called out, "Are you planning on going to breakfast in your underwear?" He said, crossing his arms at his chest and raising his brow. By then the house elves had left, and so both of them were left alone. Harry, realizing that he was indeed heading to the Great Hall in his underwear, meeped and ran back to his room.
"Can you have breakfast brought here instead, Malfoy? I don't really think I can go to breakfast today. I even forgot to dress up," Harry had said before he realized that he had just asked Draco for a favor. The Slytherin was shocked of course, but he tried to be a little more sympathetic—which was quite a hard thing for him to do—so he just complied. In a few minutes house elf arrived, Harry was fully dressed—decently, as he was to go to Malfoy Manor and wanted to make a good impression in front of Narcissa, and they were having breakfast. Harry kept his gaze directed at his plate as he ate. He simply refused to look at Draco, who was staring at him. Harry perceived this, because he felt the hairs at the back of his neck stand up, a sign someone was staring. He finally looked up—hesitantly—and blinked at Draco.
"Why are you staring at me?" Harry asked, bringing his toast to his mouth and nibbling at the edge of it, keeping his eyes on Draco's face to watch his reaction. He raised an eyebrow when Draco kept silent, and he simply shrugged when Draco looked away. They finished their breakfast quickly, and they still had time to spare before Lucius arrived, so Harry stood up and started pacing, while Draco took out a black hardbound book from his room and started writing in it. Harry walked over to peer over Draco's shoulder, but the blonde immediately shut the book and scowled at Harry, telling him to go away. Harry shrugged once again, curiosity piqued. The Gryffindor sat down instead on a couch, slouching, fiddling his thumbs as they both waited for the hour of ten to strike. Slowly time ticked on, and Harry had fallen asleep on the couch, but Draco was still writing.
"Potter. POTTER!" Draco called, shaking Harry awake. He had his nose wrinkled, apparently he was still disgusted about touching Harry. Speaking of Harry, the boy woke up, and sleepily looked at Draco's face. The blonde promptly let go of Harry and turned away, heading over to put out the fire he had turned on earlier, just to set a mood for him as he wrote. "It's half past nine," Draco said, standing up and brushing himself dust-free, "you can tell your friends good bye if you want to."
"Me? Say good bye to my friends? I can barely even face them!" Harry replied, the sleepiness totally disappearing from his brain. He sat up and fixed his posture. He sighed and leaned his head against the headrest, his eyes focusing on a speck on the wall.
"It won't hurt to try, Potter," Draco said with a shrug, taking the book he had written in earlier and tucking it under his arm, walking back to his room, probably to hide it once again, where, Harry did not know. And he didn't intend to find out.
"I'd rather just send them a letter..." Harry trailed off, yawning. "Look, Malfoy, just wake me up when it's five minutes before ten." Harry said, raising his hands up above his head and arching his back as he stretched.
"I'll wake you up ten minutes before ten. We still need to get to the Headmaster's office, and we both know that's at the other side of the castle, practically." Draco said in reply as he came back into their common room from his room. Draco sat down on an armchair and sighed, staring off into thin air as Harry drifted back off to sleep. He still had approximately twenty minutes to wait, and he had nothing left to do. He would've continued writing, but there wasn't anything left to put down on paper.
Finally, the clock struck nine-fifty, and Draco was once again shaking Harry awake. Once Harry roused from sleep Draco called for house elves to bring their things along, and he pulled Harry out their common room and out to the hall by his arm, let go and started walking to the headmaster's office, where they would meet up with Lucius. They arrived there just in time, with a minute to spare, and the house elves appeared just a split-second after with their trunks.
"Where's father?" Draco asked, looking around. He knew that Lucius would be early, even though the set time was ten.
"Right here, Dragon," Lucius said as he appeared out of thin air, from a portkey, maybe. Draco quirked his brow and turned to face the direction where the voice had come from. Harry had rolled his eyes when Lucius had called Draco 'Dragon,' but made sure that nobody would see.
"Right on time, father. Shall we go now?" Draco asked, directing the question at Harry actually, but his gaze was still on his father. Harry blinked a few times and nodded, and with a sigh, walked over to join Lucius and Draco standing in front of the fire. Lucius handed Harry the bag of floo powder, signifying that Harry would have to go first.
"To Malfoy Manor, Potter." Lucius said. Harry nodded, stepped in front of the fireplace, and with a sigh, threw floo powder into the fire, opening a connection. He shouted the Malfoy Manor as he stepped into the fire, and waved good-bye to Dumbledore, who was watching silently in the background. Harry landed on the floor in what seemed to be a room for flooing and reception, with it's high dome ceiling and columns, and fireplaces on each wall, about five feet tall and seven feet wide. In the middle was a sort of lounge, with its expensive armchairs and couches. The walls were decorated with drapes and paintings, and the dome ceiling had windows of stained glass. The floors were of marble and the walls were of wood painted white. Harry was gazing about the room in amazement, never in his life had he seen a much more majestic place. The floo powder that Lucius had handed him seemed to be dustless, but Harry still could not help but brush himself imaginary dust-free, for he felt that he was much too dirty to have come to such a place. He knew of course that the Malfoys were rich, but he just did not know how much. Their wealth seemed incalculable, as money left from previous generations kept growing and growing.
Lucius and Draco followed suit, and they appeared in the room, both landing on their feet. Even when they floo, they've grace, they've poise. Harry envied them, to say the least. But he knew anyway that he was to be made to be like them, and he had no choice but to do so. Lucius and Draco dusted their robes off of imaginary dust like Harry, and soon both Harry's and Draco's trunk followed after them, pushed into the floo connection probably by the house elves that had brought them into the headmaster's office from their rooms. Just as soon as the trunks appeared house elves of the Malfoys' appeared to bring them to where Harry and Draco would stay—Draco's room, of course.
"Come now, Potter, and meet my wife, Draco's mother, and your future mother-in-law." Lucius said, starting to walk towards double doors standing about twice their heights. They could all pass at once if they wanted, the door provided enough room, but Lucius was walking in front. But, Draco was walking beside Harry. Harry looked at the hallway, at the paintings and drapes lining it, at the sculptures. He could get used to this.
Glad that's done. Update to Do I Really Have to Love You coming tomorrow.
Word count: 1,701