A/N: Hello everyone, first I would like to post my apologies as I took a good century or so to update. I would like to send a special thanks to Eva Eville Stolie ) who reminded me that this is, in fact, a fanfiction, but it will get around to the "fan" part, as the story will not develop correctly if I skip ahead. To everyone, I appreciate all of your reviews, especially the constructive criticism.
On with the story...
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Where we last left off...
"We're tired," Draco finished and the three turned and walked out, leaving the school in silence...
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Chapter Three
"Please, Lariat?" The three of them whined to their little house elf. She had been called from her bedchambers to get them some food.
"Anything for Master Potter, Master Malfoy and Mistress Snape," the little elf bowed, disappearing. Cally began to peel off her clothing, revealing a large gash on her lower back, almost completely healed but the skin around it was bruised harshly.
"When in the world did you get that?" Draco asked, tossing his robe on the chair to the desk.
"The curse hit me," she said, craning her head as much as she could to look at it. Harry was in the middle of pulling his shirt over his head, tossing the silk clothing on the seat of the lazy boy then inspecting her back. In front of their eyes, the gash closed completely, the bruises disappearing and leaving pale skin in its wake.
"Bloody hell," Harry whispered, looking at her back in amazement.
"What?" She asked, folding her dress as she stood with a strapless bra and thong, back facing Harry.
"Did it hurt?" Draco asked, now topless as well.
"No," her words were followed by the appearance of the house elf, which, judging the purple color her blue face turned, blushed deeply. The three of them turned to her, eyes wide; almost too innocent in how they looked. Harry had his hand to Callasandra's back, her head down; Draco was leaning over Harry's shoulder to look at her back as well.
"It's not what it looks like," Harry stuttered, moving away from the two of them, almost leaping.
"It's ok, Master Potter, I won't tell if you don't," the little elf said, putting down the large tray of food, winking at Callasandra and disappearing. Her jaw dropped, a smile curving her lips in amused shock.
"I can't believe her." She said, moving to the desk where the elf had placed it.
"Believe what?" Harry asked, his eyes wide as he looked from smirk to smirk.
"You're lost Potter," Draco chuckled, grabbing a roll of bread before Cally could. She glared at him, reaching for another only to have that one taken by Harry.
"Hey, I thought we agreed that you would call me by my first name!" Harry exclaimed, throwing the bread he had taken at the Slytherin. Cally's glare was lost to an even more intense one when the wheat bounced off the wall and hit her directly on the nose. Harry and Draco backed away from her slowly when she picked up a plate of food, which looked like mashed potatoes, peas and some sort of beef, an evil grin spreading on her face. Nodding to them, the plate went flying, effectively covering the two with their dinner.
In the middle of their fight, someone knocked on their door. Cally crawled over to it and opened the interruption. There, looking excited and happy stood Blaze Zambini, Ron Wealsey and Hermoine Granger.
"Well, hello," Cally panted, smiling widely, "Guys, company." She called to the two of them who just happened to be ducking from one another with large wads of food in their hands. Harry ran to the door, also panting, his cheeks spading slightly red at the idea if how ridiculous they must have looked. Peas hung all over their hair, mashed potatoes smeared on their cheeks and chest. Callasandra's black bra had gravy all over it.
"Hey, guys, what are you doing here?" Draco asked, running fingers through his hair and panting, pushing down a blush. The three people in the door were staring at them, mouths hanging open, "right, nice to see you too." Draco smiled, closing the door in their faces and pulling the other two back into the room.
"That wasn't nice," Cally pouted, grabbing some mashed potatoes that were on the wall and smirking evilly again, "now you have to pay..."
The next day, the three of them were found lying all over the room. Cally was sprawled over Harry who was lying on the floor, his head resting on Draco's stomach and Draco's hands at the small of his back and on Callasandra's head. The room had been cleaned while they slept, a light silk, white sheet covering each of them. Again, a knock came to the door, bringing Cally, Harry, and Draco out of their little dreamland.
"Dumbledore wants to see you," called the familiar voice of Ron from the door.
"Yeah, yeah," Draco called, stretching and yawning loudly
"Wonder what he wants," Harry said, burying his face in the sheets at Draco's navel, making the Slytherin jump slightly, scratching his side.
"Probably to find out what happened last night," Cally yawned, tossing her leg over Draco's chest.
"Um...Harry, Cally..." Draco said, looking down at the thigh and the head that found him so soft. The two of them looked to him sleepily and Harry turned scarlet, leaping onto his feet, knocking Callasandra off making her hit the floor with a loud thump. Draco burst into laughter.
"Hey, you know what, I think that your house would be an ideal place to live once you're out of school..." Cally said as an after thought and the three laughed for no reason at all.
"Where did that come from?" Harry asked, chuckling hysterically.
"Come on, let's get dressed," Draco said when their laughter finally calmed down to a minimum.
"Okay, so Punk, Goth, or Prep?" she asked, them, jumping to her feet and going in search for some clothing, throwing random things out of their Draco's closet.
"For who?' Harry asked as he observed a green thong that had the words 'Bad Slytherin' on the front and was a male's thong. Draco blushed scarlet when he realized what Harry was looked at so intently. Draco snatched the article of clothing from him.
"For you, me and Draco, duh... Now, we have to be quick about this so I'm going to go to my room and grab some clothing, your outfits are on the bed," she told him, then disappeared.
"Think we'll be left alone anytime soon?" Draco asked, stuffing his thong away, trying to change the subject and forcing down his blush.
"Nope, and it'd be kinda interesting to see you in one of those things..." Harry giggled, nudging him in the arm. They both stood, unaware of the fact that the only thing both of them wore were a pair of black and green boxers.
Half an Hour later...
Callasandra reappeared to the sight of a shinny Malfoy and hot Harry. She looked them over. Going with the punk look, both wore army boots, baggy pants and a shirt that read ignorant side comments. Harry's reading: 'I may look innocent but that's because you haven't seen my top half' in black with a green shirt and Draco's reading: 'Yes, I know I'm sexy, I do see you staring' in silver with a black shirt.
"I'm not to crazy about these clothes," Draco warned her.
"Hey, I can't help it but dress you alike," Cally pouted, then smiled widely. They looked at each other and sighed in unison. They looked her over. She wore a pair of baggy jeans and a tight black shirt with green writing, which read: 'These fangs are just for show' the green seemed to run like blood but that was only because the green was shining. They were dressed like Muggles. Callasandra's hair had been pulled back in a tight bun at the base of her neck, Harry's hair in a neat ponytail in the same place, a few strands hanging in his eyes much like Cassandra's. Draco's hair, for once, was in the same fashion, but neat and he made sure no strands were out of place. "Well, ready to go, we have to go see Dumbledore, remember?" she smiled and the two followed her out of the room and down the halls to the head master's office.
"He didn't give me the pass word, did he give either of you?" Cally asked, looking up at the gargoyle in mild interest.
"Inflatable Gum," Harry told the thing and it stepped aside, nodding to the dark-haired boy. Callasandra and Draco both raised an eyebrow at him in question, receiving a shrug in return. They stepped onto the rotating staircase, looking to each other questioning as if to ask a question they all knew but none of them knowing the answer.
"Ah, Harry's here," they heard the headmaster say through the door.
"About time," another said and Cally recognized the voice as her uncle's.
"None of that, Serverus," the headmaster scolded and the trio waited patiently at the door, "Come in, come in," he called to them, tone rising so they could hear him. They stepped in and the occupants of the room could have sworn they heard music playing, some sort of Muggle singer, maybe Avril Lavene, or something. The three stood in model poses, Callasandra in the middle with her arms crossed a smile on her face, Draco and Harry slightly behind her, Harry with his hands in his pockets a smirk on his face. Draco with his ever-present scowl and turned up nose, hands behind his back, all three looking to them.
"What are you doing here?" Callasandra spat, looking to Lucius Malfoy who sat with an Aurora at his side.
"Just trying to settle a few things," Lucius purred, looking Harry over, he looked to his son, scowling, "Already falling into the Muggle ways, I see?"
"Better than being in an orange Muggle uniform," Harry teased, smirking at him and looking down on the blonde. The Malfoy sneered at him, scowling deeply when the Aurora poked him in the side with his wand.
"That's enough, Harry," Cally spoke up before Dumbledore could speak, "You wanted to speak with us, interrupting the two days you agreed to, I dare say it is important. In addition to having a person here that I would rather not be alive, you are wasting our time so please, tell us what you want?" her tone of voice was completely respectful and almost casual as she waited patiently for him to speak. The old man blinked at her, as if disoriented, for some amount of time before, lifting his hand and directing them to three seats in front of his desk. Callasandra nodded, noting her godfathers, Uncle, Ron and Hermoine in the room. She took the seat closest to Lucius, just in case he wanted to hurt either Draco or Harry.
"Now," The head master began, taking a seat at his desk, "We are here to discuss the placement and well-being of Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter."
"I'll handle that," Callasandra interrupted looking slightly appalled.
"No, you will not," Snape cut in.
"You may be able to protect them, but you can not support them," Albus told her.
"Actually, I can. I own all of my parents' estates, which include five houses, one mansion, two vaults in Gringotts completely full and three stables. All the houses and manor have been taken care of in my absence and of course because I am under age there is always the option of staying with one of my godfathers or my Uncle," Callasandra told him, crossing her arms and leaning back against her chair.
"No, this is about Draco's inheritance from his father and mother," Dumbledore told her, eyes sparkling.
"Well then get on with it," Draco cut in and Harry just leaned into his chair, tossing his head back and stared at the ceiling.
"As I was saying, now that your father, Draco, has been imprisoned his estate must be settled. In his will and by his word, you gain everything," Dumbledore told him, looking to the blonde-haired boy.
"What?" Draco exclaimed, leaping out of his seat and looking to his father questioningly, mouth agape.
"Yes, Draco, I left you everything and even when you turned me in and I was asked what I would like to happen to my estate it goes to you, you are my heir, my son," Lucius told him and for the first time, Draco saw his father as...a father, not the father, not father, but a father, a real father.
"But, why?" He asked, bewildered, sitting back down slowly, all attention on his father.
"I told you, you are my son and nothing can change that. Not who I serve or served, not ever, Draco," Lucius told him and the Aurora stood, lifting his father and taking him away as they disappeared.
Callasandra looked to Draco who sat between Harry and her.
"Are you ok?" she asked, putting her hand to his thigh. Harry had watched and put his hand on Draco's for comfort.
"That isn't all," Dumbledore cut in when he sensed that the trio was about to leave, "Harry, your parents left you more than the money at Gringotts."
"What did they leave me," Harry asked, looking at Callasandra with worried eyes, then to Draco who looked at him with a questioning gaze almost all of his bewilderment gone.
"A manor and stables for when you graduated. Now that you are not staying with your aunt and uncle the question of your living quarters for the summer has been brought to my attention, as has been yours Draco and because Callasandra is now apart of both your lives, this effects her as well. So, what are your decisions?" there was a silence for a while before Callasandra spoke.
"The logical thing would be to split up the summer between the Malfoy home and Potter Manor. The last time I remember anything about the land that the Potter's owned, they live closer to the school than the Malfoy's, which means easier transportation if we stay there. Malfoy manor is farther and has more cities in that area than Potter Manor; with a direct root to Knock turn Alley, which leads to Diagon Alley for our resources. The Manor can be redecorated or kept with a few changes. As for my estates, they are located all over the world and can be used after graduation or when a vacation is desired. As for Snuffles and Padfoot, they can come along as our guardians until we are old enough to be legal in handling our own affairs, and Uncle Sev, of course will be the man with the all seeing eye, either living with us or keeping in touch," Callasandra finished, a smirk adorning her features as everyone stared at her, mouths hanging open. Her eyes turned from sharp to wide and innocent, "What?" Harry and Draco shook their heads, looking away and Serverus grinned at his niece, Sirius and Remus shrugging it off. The head master clicked his jaw shut.
"Well, that settles that, you may go," Dumbledore told them, looking to Callasandra, Harry, and Draco.
"Thanks," Harry smiled and Callasandra nodded in unison with Draco. Albus nodded smiling at them and they walked out.
"What a girl," Dumbledore breathed, turning to Hermoine and Ron, "now, as for you two..."
In the Hall...
"Kay, now that that's settled, we have a long day ahead of us," Cally smiled, ringing her arms around Draco and Harry's arm.
"We do?" Draco asked, laughing nervously. He didn't exactly like the sound of it being a long day.
"Yup, we're going to see some friends of mine in a little place called 'Los Angelus'," her smile was evil and knowing, scaring the crap out of the two boys.
"But isn't that a city..." Harry thought idly, speaking his mind.
"Yeah, this is coming to be fun..." the last of Cally's sentence was an echo as they disappeared.
15 hours later...
Cally, Harry and Draco trudged into their room, looking tired and drained.
"Are you sleeping in here again Harry?" Cally asked as she leaned against the door, crossing her arms as Harry began to undress, eyes closed. The Gryfindor muttered something along the lines of 'Puppy's name is Potter', taking off his pants and leaving a trail of his clothing from the door to the bed. By the time he got to the bed he was in nothing but his silk boxers, muttering inaudible things as he flopped down. Draco watched in amusement as the teen climbed to the top of the bed, got under the covers and scooting to the edge to make room, falling asleep right away.
"I guess that's a yes," Draco said after a moment, chuckling and beginning to disrobe himself.
"Well, I'll be on my way, I'm gonna go see how Ron and Hermoine are doing, do me a favor and watch him, he might fall off the bed if he moves." Cally yawned, stretching slightly, walking out of the room. Draco nodded to himself, rubbing one of his eyes and using the other hand to unbutton his pants.
"Well, it looks like you and Potter have become 'buddy-buddy'," Zambini said, walking into the room and looking to the sleeping boy on the bed.
"What do you want, Blaise?" Draco asked, stopping the action of taking off his pants to remove his shirt.
"Just a peek at the Boy Wonder," the Slytherin whispered, walking over to the bed and kneeling in front of Harry's sleeping form. Draco pushed down the sudden urge to growl and beat the shit out of the prick that dare look at his Harry!
"Get out, Zambini," Draco hissed, eyes narrowed at his 'best friend'. The Slytherin looked to him, surprised for a moment before he stood, pouting.
"Aw, you get to have all the fun," he pouted, walking over to Draco and putting a hand to his bare chest, eyes sparkling, "but I wouldn't mind 'helping' you have all the fun you want..." Blaise leaned upward, being a little shorter than him, brushing his lips over Draco's. At all the noise Harry sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes and looking around cutely to see Blaise and Draco with their lips together.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Draco spat, wiping his mouth harshly, pushing the blonde away from him.
"Draco?" Harry asked, looking to him with big eyes, a question hidden behind their innocence.
"Damn," Blaise whispered, watching the silk covers, as if in slow motion, pool at his lap. Harry's tongue darted out to lick dry lips at the picture of Draco standing there with no shirt on, only adding to his already enticing image.
"What's going on?" Harry asked, looking from one to the other, blinking.
"It's not what it looks like," Draco tried to save himself but only made it worse with that lame comment.
"Oh, ok, where's Cally?" the dark haired boy asked, tilting his head. Both Slytherin's fell at the question, legs twitching in the air. Harry stood, removing the covers from him and going into the bathroom. "Hey, Draco, could you toss me a towel," he called, turning on the water.
"Why are you getting in the shower?" Draco asked, looking to Blaise for an answer and he just shrugged, getting a towel and opening the bathroom door.
"Cause I felt dirty..." the Gryfindor said slowly, cheeks turning red along with the rest of his body at the staring Slytherin. Draco seemed to have been frozen, mouth hanging open, staring at Harry's more than inviting looking body. "What?" He asked looking to both of them whose eyes greedily took in Harry's state of more than undress.
"Draco, I thought I told you to..." Cally said, coming in and pulling her shirt over her head. She looked to Blaise who was staring at Harry so intently. She growled, appearing in front of him, "And what are you doing here?"
"I...um...just..." Blaise was at a loose for words at the sight of both Callasandra and Harry.
"Cally, hand me that towel?" Harry asked, not fazed at all. Cally turned to him, sweat appearing on her brow, handing over the towel, "Thanks," he wrapped the towel around his mid-section and felt the water, stepping in after feeling its warmth.
"You know I wonder at you sometimes, Harry," Callasandra smirked, shaking her head, as she looked him over through the see-through shower curtain.
"I know, that's what Hermoine's always saying," Harry laughed, pouring some shampoo in his hand.
"Did you wake up and think 'hey, I'd like a shower?" she asked, sitting on the toilet seat and playing with the tag on her shirt.
"Actually, yeah." Forgotten, Blaise walked out of the room with one last confused look to Draco.
"And so you stripped in front of Draco and Zambini to get in?" she folded the shirt than unfolded it and did it again.
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