Name of Fanfic: Home Sweet Home

Authoress: Kailee

Disclaimer: I own it! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! -laughs evilly all the way to jail-. Yes, I admit it. I stole that disclaimer from Lizeth. –hangs head in shame-.

Summary: Involves Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, the Sleeping Beauty plant, boyfriends, marriages, rooming together and finally, slash.

Warnings: slash (mxm)  nothing more than kissing; subtle hints of child abuse in this chapter.


"You gave them their own room!" Severus Snape stormed, pacing the Headmaster's office furiously. He had just heard about the unfortunate situation – unfortunate in his point of view, anyway.

"Yes, Severus. I didn't think it would be a problem." Albus Dumbledore remained calm, watching his Potions Master from behind the huge pile of books that had accumulated during his recent research (it was on how to keep the flavour in lemon drops for long journeys after you've sucked on them for ages).

"Problem? Headmaster, they're teenage boys. They have teenage-boy hormones. They're together, as a couple. And you're giving them a room to themselves!" Snape seemed to almost be red in the face. Which was quite a nice change from his usually sallow colouring.

"Severus…" Albus trailed off warningly, only half-joking.

"Don't 'Severus' me, Albus! You know full well what Draco went through as a child and when he came to Hogwarts. As his godfather, I will not let him be subjected to that again!" Yes, Dumbledore did know precisely what Draco had been subjected to by his father as a child. He also knew that Draco didn't know that Severus knew. Albus blinked as he thought this thought. It was confusing, even for him.

"I believe that that is not your decision, Severus. As Master Malfoy's mother, it is up to Narcissa. I have owled her, and she will be here within the hour." His calm façade didn't waver as he informed Severus of this. He was sure that Narcissa would be… unopposed to her son's happiness.

"And if she does not approve of the boys having their own room?" Severus said, only half-believing his words.

"Then I will summon Harry and Draco here and tell them what is to happen," proclaimed Dumbledore, speaking in riddles once again.

"Which will be?" persisted Severus.

"Well, if they persist in the idea that they will share a room… marriage, I suppose," he said, smiling secretly.

"Marriage!" Snape exclaimed. Then he did something that the students at Hogwarts would have paid money to see.

He fainted.

"Severus?" Albus poked the unconscious man with his foot. "Oh dear… I should have been more subtle about it I suppose…"


Draco was studying in the Slytherin common room (for the last time, he thought fondly), when he got a HUGE surprise. Well, not HUGE, but a surprise in any case. "Mother? What are you doing here?" And then he saw the old man entering the common room behind the thin blonde woman.

"Draco! My boy, look how much you've grown!" The old man grinned (in a shockingly un-Malfoy-ish manner).

"Grandfather!" Draco exclaimed, jumping out of his (leather) armchair and hurtling towards Lucius' father, who easily caught him in a hug.

"Grandfather? What happened to Pop?" he whispered into his grandson's ear. He also whispered a spell to un-gel Draco's hair – he had never approved of gel. Draco rolled his eyes as his hands automatically went to his head to make sure the spell hadn't done any major damage.

"I'm not six anymore, Grandfather," the Malfoy heir smiled.

"Will you compromise?" the Malfoy patriarch looked so forlorn that Draco had to agree. He supposed that was where he, his father and his uncle had gotten the puppy-dog eyes from.

"Fine… Grandpa," Draco sighed, as if losing a huge battle. Narcissa watched this exchange with amusement, as if they were just any ordinary family having a reunion.

"That's m'boy." Draco's grandfather ruffled his grandson's hair affectionately, like he used to do when Draco was knee-height. Draco had the same reaction now as he had then – his hands flailed around, trying to bat his grandfather away, then smoothing down the gorgeous (and smooth) blonde locks.

"Where's father?" Draco asked absently. Narcissa looked uncomfortable for a moment before answering. Draco didn't notice.

"He's… tied up right now, Draco. He couldn't come," she said as if she regretted it, when in fact, she sure as hell did not.

"… Good," Draco murmured softly. Narcissa and her father-in-law still heard him, though. The Slytherin common room had fantastic acoustics.

"Draco!" they both exclaimed, hastily checking around for spies and such.

"What? If he did come, I'd have to book a bed in the Hospital Wing!" Draco pointed out huffily. Narcissa sighed.

"I suppose you're right, dear. Now, how about a hug for your old mum?" she smiled wearily.

"You're not old, mum," Draco said as he hugged her fiercely.

"Yes, dear," she answered, grinning.

"You say that to Father when you don't agree with him!" Draco exclaimed, put out.

"I do?" she asked, one eyebrow raised.

"Yes, you do," Draco grinned.

"I never realised," Narcissa sarcastically said. Her father-in-law and son chuckled softly. They all had the same sense of humour, one that Lucius did not possess. This, of course, led to a mystified Lucius when Narcissa and Draco would burst out in giggles at some random thing he'd say at the dinner table.

Which, in turn, led to a very close mother-son relationship between Narcissa and Draco. One that both enjoyed very much, as it was full of moments of laughter, and MasterCard moments. You know… priceless.


Harry was wandering around the corridor that led to the kitchens, having trouble remembering exactly which portrait of fruit it was that led to said kitchens. He heard a noise behind him, causing him to pull out his wand and whirl around in one swift movement.

Draco looked at the wand pointed between his eyes, going slightly cross-eyed. Harry grinned, and lowered the wand. "Uh, Harry?" Draco breathed in relief.

"Yes, Draco?" Harry asked nonchalantly, as he put his wand away. He acted as if nothing had happened.

"Professor Dumbledore needs to see us. Oh, and I want you to meet somebody." Draco thought it fair to give his boyfriend an advance warning.

"Who is it, Drake?" Harry asked curiously.

"Just come with me – they're in the Headmaster's office." Draco said mysteriously.

Harry shrugged. He'd get food later.


"Ah, here they come. Severus, are you sure you don't want an ice-pack for your head?" Dumbledore asked kindly, giggling inside at the angry red bump on the Potions Master's forehead. He knew that Severus would refuse – it would lead to questions asked by students that were unanswerable.

If Severus wanted to keep his dignity intact, he would leave right now, and go back to his rooms. Anyone who saw his would surely spread rumours. That was including Harry and Draco.

But Severus was determined to see the couple's rooms, and compare them to his own (which were in the dungeons, and were quite cosy).

"Yes, Albus. I'm fine," Snape replied through gritted teeth.

"Suit yourself." At that moment, the two boys who everyone had gathered for entered the room. They looked slightly ruffled, as if they had stopped and had a… ahem… stress-relieving session… a few minutes ago. Dumbledore smiled – he had been young once, contrary to popular belief. "Harry, Draco – please, sit down."

Before the boys did so, Draco turned Harry carefully to see the other two people in the room. One was, of course, Narcissa Malfoy (nee Black), who looked lovely in a light blue robe that matched her eyes almost. Her waist-length blonde hair was brushed to perfection, and looked very shiny in the light of the office.

The other person was a distinguished old man, who looked about as old as Dumbledore, but a bit more dignified. His brown-hazel eyes locked with Harry's, and were sparkling with mirth as Dumbledore's often did. Harry wondered if all old people were sharing in some private joke. Probably, he concluded.

The old man had silvery hair that was peppered with streaks of plain grey. He obviously didn't really care much about his appearance – or at least, not right now. He was wearing rich purple robes, and a monocle dangled from around his neck.

"Harry, this is my grandfather, Renatus Malfoy," Draco announced, gesturing to the old man, who smiled and nodded. "And you've met my mother, Narcissa Malfoy," Draco added. Narcissa looked wary for a moment, then smiled and stood up.

"Mrs Malfoy, it's good to see you again." Harry said politely. "And Mr Malfoy? It's nice to meet you."

"You're lying through your teeth, boy. I seem to recall our last meeting was not so pleasant. But I hope you can judge me as myself this time, instead of judging me by my choice in husband. Or should I say, ex-husband," Narcissa amended. It seemed as though Harry – well, everyone, really – had her character all wrong. Maybe she did have a backbone.

"Ex-husband? You and Father got a divorce! Why does no-one tell me these things!" Draco wailed, quite uncivilised. Harry rolled his eyes, then grinned at Draco's grandfather, who had done the same thing.

"Because you didn't need to know, Draco-dear. All you need to know is I am living with your grandfather while your father and I sort out the details," Narcissa said. It was obvious that the conversation was over, and Draco wasn't to press the matter (until later, in private).

"Yes, Mother," Draco sighed.

"Mother?" Narcissa repeated, one eyebrow raised (yet again).

"I mean, mum," Draco slowly smiled. Harry turned to Renatus to shake hands.

"And, please – don't call me Mr Malfoy; it associates me with a name I no longer claim for myself. If you and my grandson are as close as this nitwit of a headmaster claims, you can call me Grandpa," Renatus smiled. Well, that explained his un-Malfoy-ness. Wait… what did he just say?

"Nitwit of a headmaster?" Harry repeated, with a small grin on his face. Severus was glaring fiercely, after having stared out the window for much of the conversation. Dumbledore just sat there, watching Renatus wearing a huge smile. Apparently, this was a big joke between them.

"We went to school together. Trust me… he's as much of a nitwit as you or I," Renatus replied. Harry wondered if he should say the reply that came into his mind, then decided to go for it.

"Not very much, then… uh… Grandpa?" Harry asked, almost forgetting to call the old man that.

"I like you – you've got spirit," Renatus chuckled.

"Too much, my friends sometimes say," Harry murmured, getting into the spirit. All this time, Draco and Narcissa had been just holding each other in a reassuring hug, and now they let go.

"I'll bet they do," Renatus said with a twinkle, before Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"Ahem. Gentlemen," he began, then hesitated for a second before adding, "and Narcissa, if you will please follow me?"


Renatus whistled. "Wow."

"I'll second that," Narcissa commented, her eyes roving.

"Polished up quite nicely, didn't it?" asked Albus.

"Considering it used to be a storage cupboard for toilet seats… yes," Severus snorted, speaking for the first time in a while.

"What do you think, boys?" asked Albus, watching them curiously.

The room was subtly decorated in both Slytherin and Gryffindor colours. This had to be done very subtly, because, as anyone will know, red and green just DON'T go together.

The rooms were all adjoined, and there were five of them. When you entered, you first came upon the living room/dining room. This contained two couches, a fireplace, a small four-seater table and two large bookcases.

There was the bedroom, tucked away in the corner, with an ensuite bathroom and walk-in wardrobe. The bathroom also had a second door which joined to the living room. The walk-in wardrobe didn't count as a room (it should, in Draco's opinion), but was certainly large enough to fit all of Draco's clothes. And most of Harry's.

It occurred to Harry that now that he was seventeen, he didn't have to go back to the Dursleys. Therefore, he could throw away all the second-hand clothes Dudley had 'given' him. But back to the rooms.

The bedroom had, of course, a king-size bed. It also contained a smaller bookcase, two bedside tables (one on each side, der), and a large bay-window with a window seat. The bathroom had a (two-person) shower, a (two-person again) bath, a vanity and a small cupboard for all of their bathroom-bits and -pieces.

The final room was a kitchen, equipped with everything a teenage boy dreamed of. Unfortunately, the authoress has no idea was that entails, so she'll leave it alone for now and get back to the boys' reactions.

"Are we in the right place?" was Harry's response after he had checked everything out.

"I'm speechless," Draco grinned.

"There's a first time for everything," supplied Narcissa.

"Oi!" Draco cried, after a moment's thought. Everyone laughed, and Harry affectionately hugged his boyfriend. They had no idea of the troubles that lay ahead. I love foreshadowing.