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Hp and the secret of Malfoy

Chapter4

By

Bubblebears

"Malfoy, What are you doing here?" Harry snarled in a cold voice, as he watched his blond hair rival enter the room. Harry's eyes narrowed, and the dislike he had for the other boy was clearly reflected in his darkening green orbs.

Draco decided that maybe the direct approach would be best. "Well hello to you too, Potter." 'Oh well I tried. I guest some habits die-hard' Draco thought as he realized that his words had come out more sarcastic than he intended. Walking towards his Chosen One, Draco felt lighter with each step.

Upon seeing his enemy approach him as if he was some kind of prey, Harry gulped and started to back up. When his back hit the wall, something snapped and he realized, 'Shit, this is stupid why and I back down to Malfoy the slimy git.' Taking a deep breath Harry forced himself to retake the step he had back up. When he was back where he started he said, "Stop right there, Malfoy." His words came out as a command and Harry was very proud of himself. He had been half afraid his voice would crack. But since he did not know what was going on, there was no way he was going to let Malfoy intimidate him or get near enough to hurt him.

Draco paused for a second, tilted his head and looked at Harry. Then as if Harry had not spoken he continued toward Harry. "You know Potter, you have no right to order me around especially here, in my own home." Draco smirked as his arrogance and superiority came across loud and clear.

"Your house!" Harry exclaimed with disbelief. "Are you joking? Who would have thought that a slimy git like you could joke around like that? Because there is no doubt in my mind that if I ever had the displeasure of being in your house, I would be a guest of the dungeons, waiting for your Master to come and kill me." Harry was pretending to laugh but it was very clear that there was no humorous in it. In fact the hate and pain he was feeling was screaming out at Draco.

Draco sigh mentally, he ignored his impulse to flinch at the mention of the Dark Lord. Draco's eyes never left Harry's as he moved to the same armchair he had occupied the day before while he waited for Harry to appear and sat down. When Harry saw Draco continue to approach him, he stopped pretending to laugh and stared at his rival. If Draco made any threatening movements towards him then he would be ready for him. Thus he was surprised when Draco took a seat next to the bed.

As Harry watched Draco, emotions filtered through his eyes but none stayed long enough for Draco to identify much less understand. Without warning they settled with the all too common heated glare that Draco was all too familiar with.

"Who are you? Where is the real Draco Malfoy? After all you are not acting like that arrogant bastard, thinks he is better than everyone because he is a pure blooded wizard?" Harry said he voice dripping with suspicion and mockery.

Draco's mouth turned upwards a little before he answered, "Why Potter, I didn't know you found me so interesting as to know me so well." When he finished his mouth was a full smirk.

Harry frowned in puzzlement by both Malfoy's actions and words ask, "What are you playing at, Malfoy?"

"Nothing." Draco paused and looked straight into Harry's confused gaze. Then he continued, "I just came here to welcome you to Malfoy Manor."

"Indeed! I just bet you came towelcome me to Malfoy Manor. More like you came to torment me. It seems that your side finally has me." Said Harry in anger. Then under his breath he muttered, "More like to well to Hell."

"Tisk, tisk, tisk. It this the way a guest should behave?" Sighing Draco titled his head to the side, "Well, I suppose it can't be helped since you did have the misfortune to grow up with muggles. It would have been to much to hope for that they knew enough to teach you civilized behavior." Draco shook his head in disbelief, but his face held the merriment he was feeling. Always know which way the lighting in the room would present his best features, Draco adjusted himself on the Armchair, presenting Harry with his beauty. Inside Draco was smiling as the cute confusion on Harry's face turned into rage only to be covered up moments later by that damned mask Harry always wore that no one seemed to notice but him. In second year Draco had sworn to himself that he would penetrate that mask, thus every time he saw his rival he did and said things to make him show his true emotion. But no matter what he did that damn mask always came back. And like clock work, Harry's emotionless mask was back in place. Sitting back and studying Harry, Draco wondered, 'I wonder what got rid of it this time, my words or my beauty?'

Harry, was determined not to rise to Draco's baiting, no one knew anything about his life with his relatives, 'Well Ron and Hermione did, but not even they knew the whole story. And I will be damned if I tell Malfoy anything about my life so can run and tell his father who would run and tell his Master. I will not give them anymore power over me.' Sitting on the bed he turned to Malfoy to deal with the matters at hand and that is finding out what was going on, in this new sage in the life of Harry Potter and he said, "So if I am actually at Malfoy Manor and you are here, that would mean that you are the one my dad trust the most." Shaking his head, something just did not sound right about that. Harry was not totally confused and as he tried to sort out everything happening in his mind, he became lost in his own thoughts. 'Okay James died when I was 18 months old, Draco unless he is more than he seems is the same age as me. My dad said he was sending me to someone he trusted, but how could he have trusted a baby more than any adult? The person the letter said he trusted sounded more like an adult, someone the same age as his father.

May this was just Padfoot pulling a prank on me? I mean maybe he thought it would be funny to send me a letter from my father, to let me know that there were people I could trust and to let me know that my parents were proud of me.' A moment later Harry just shook his head, 'Nah, not even Sirius would think that sending me a letter from my dead father and transporting me to the home of a known death eater would be funny. Besides I did the verify spell on the letter and it was written by my father, not Sirius.

Okay lets think logically again, who lives in Malfoy Manor besides Malfoy and the house elves? Well that would be Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy, .. Narcissa she used to be named Black and she was related to Sirius; that had to be it, because he trusted Sirius he trusted Narcissa. But why hasn't she ever said anything to him before now? Duh" Harry suddenly hit his hand to head, 'Of course, Lucius Malfoy, if she had contacted me before he could have used it to trap me, but since he is now in prison were he belongs, she would be free to bring me to her.

Okay can I say that my summer has official become very weird and not in the good or understandable sense. Today is my birthday and I besides the letter from my father I have not receive my usual birthday gifts.

Also at the beginning of the summer I wrote a very long letter to Sirius, but the strange thing is that Hedweg came back with my letter and it seem like it didn't been open at all.

Next Ron and Hermione have only sent me one letter since the summer began. Usually they send me tons of stuff, even if they leave out things that are happening. After all letters can be intercepted, and Dumbledore does not want the Order's plans being reveled to Voldemort. But still they could have written more to me than that they were both staying at Grimmauld Place since it was safer than their own homes. Oh and I forgot they ended it with that they hoped to see me soon at Hogwarts. Which at the time was three months away, how can that be soon? From their letter I gathered that Dumbledore would make me stay at the Dursleys the entire summer. Since they know some of what happens at my relatives house, they would write to me to make sure I am alright and sane. However after that first letter the first week of vacation I have not heard from them. If I did not get the Daily Prophet, to know that nothing major had happened I might have thought they had been attacked. But to top it all off, I now find myself at Malfoy manor and Malfoy is behaving out of character. I mean he is still a git, but I sense that there is something else going on and it is not exactly evil. He has been here almost an hour and he has yet to pick a fight with me. Plus his voice does not hold its usual malice in it like he does at school. And I think that earlier I saw gentleness in his eyes and it was directed at me. Hell am I deceiving myself or have I lost my mind?'

Draco looked at Harry with concern in his eyes. He had been trying to get Harry's attention for about 10 minutes without success. All he had gotten out of the boy was the shaking of his head and a lot of confused expressions. Draco knew he needed to get Harry's attention so he started speaking loudly, because Malfoy's don't yell, "Potter, Potter...Harry can you hear me?" Draco called out to while he shook Harry shoulder in an attempt to gain his attention.

At the yelling and shaking Harry withdrew from his thoughts to the outside world. The first thing he realized was that Draco was scouting his name while trying to pull his arm out of his socket. Looking at Draco as if he was crazy Harry pulled away from him and yelled, "What?"

"Are you alright?" Draco asked, the fact that he was concerned was obvious in his voice.

Harry just looked at Draco blankly. 'Now I'm sure I am loosing my mind, because there is no way that I saw worry and concern in Draco Bloody Malfoy's eyes for me or heard it in his voice.'

Draco remembering that his hand was still on Harry's shoulder slowly raised it. Not knowing what came over him, his hand went from Harry's shoulder to his cheek once there it began to caress it. There was no hurry or anger in the movement and soon without thinking Harry moved into the touched and closed his eyes; just basking in the feeling. Suddenly Harry opened his eyes and for a moment looked into Draco sliver orbs with suspicion. But upon seeing no hidden motives, cruelty or mockery in Draco's eyes only sincerity and compassion. Harry decided just for once to let someone share his burden, and he gave himself up to feelings of warmth, understanding and protection that the other seemed to be offering.

Lucius felt that he had waited long enough. Placing his drink on the side table he proceeded up the stairs and to the room Harry was staying in. After casting a spell on the door Lucius opened it and entered into the room without alerting his son and his Chosen One to his presences. At first he could not comprehend what he was seeing. After all it was not everyday one caught Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy in such a situation. Sadden that he had to put an end to it, Lucius sent up a quick prayer to Merlin asking that he did not cause a set back in whatever progress they had made, Lucius coughed softly "Hah hum." Which gained the boys attention. Seeing their reactions to his interruption caused him to smile, reminding him how he use to tease James and Lily, in an amused voiced he proceeded to ask them "Are you two finished staring at each other or should I give you some more time and come back later?"

Harry immediately turn his head toward the source of the new voice; again for the second time that day he was surprised at who was in the door, with nothing else to say, he scouted "You!"

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