Chapter Two
Draco left his room and walked into the Garden, he opened the broom shed and pulled out his beloved broom. He stroked the handle. He mounted it and rode towards his Godfathers mansion. He flew freely, his blonde hair blowing back in the wind. He reached his Godfathers drive, over the large gates and landed neatly on the front porch.
He let himself in with his key that Severous had given him and straight away, he heard excited screams coming from upstairs. Draco walked up the staircase quietly, slowly and cautiously and the screams turned into loud moans. He turned the door of his Godfathers bedroom and he was shocked at what he saw.
There, right infront of his eyes was his Godfather, Severous totally naked, and his Father also naked coming in at him from behind. They both froze at what they were doing, and looked up at Draco. Draco ran, he ran back to retrieve his Broom and he mounted.
He flew in the direction of home, or so he thought. He went past his home, unaware and carried on in the direction of London. He suddenly came to his senses. 'I can't turn back now.' He thought. Draco knew one person who lived by London, Harry Potter, from the Gryffindor house. 'But,' thought Draco, 'I don't care. I want him. I want Harry Potter.' Draco's head was in a whirl, tears dropping down his tear stained face. Draco, stopped at number four, Privet Drive. He got off his Broom, went up to the front door and rang the bell.
Harry opened the front door and he nearly fainted when he saw Draco Malfoy, tearful and bewildered arrived on his front door step.
"Draco? What the fuck are you doing here?" Harry, said. He sensed how upset Draco was, stood to the side, and Draco walked in.
"Harry…?" Asked Draco, crouching by the radiator.
"What? What's wrong?" Harry said, sitting by him.
"I went to Severous's mansion, you know, Snape to see him and I saw… I saw him bumming my Dad. What am I going to tell Mum, Harry? What I she finds out… what if Mum and Dad split up… what if…"
"Draco, sshhh… quiet." Harry said, calming him. Harry thought of how much Draco had hurt him in the past, but Harry put that thought out of his head.
"Harry, I'm sorry of how much I have hurt you in the past, I'm sorry of what I have done to you. Can we please be friends?" Draco said, reading Harry's memory.
"I don't know Draco. I'm a Gryffindor and you are a Slytherin. We are not supposed to like each other. And we go back to Hogwarts in a week, what will Ron and Hermione say about that? And Crabbe and Goyle? What the fuck will they say?"
"I don't care Harry, I really don't. I don't want to go home, especially not now, I'll have to tell my Mum what I saw my Dad doing and I really don't want to do that. Can I stay with you Harry? I will give your Uncle and Aunt money for my meals, I won't be any trouble and I can help you kill Dudley." Draco said, smiling faintly.
Harry laughed mildly. "Okay then. But where are you going to sleep, and what about getting your trunk to go back to Hogwarts. And then there is the question of asking Uncle Vernon. Holy shit, I am dreading that."
"Harry, you are forgetting something. I come from a long line of wizards. I can fly home and get my trunk, I can then magic a sleeping bag out of thin air from my magic wand and I can ask your Uncle, that's no problem."
"Okay then Draco, but we are still not on best terms. You need to understand that." Harry said, standing up, Draco doing the same.
"Yes Harry, I understand."
"Good." Harry said. Suddenly, there was the sound of a key in the lock and Uncle Vernon boomed…
"Boy, get here now!"
"Draco, hide upstairs."
"Ok, Harry" said Draco. Draco ran up the stairs and out of sight.
"Yes Uncle Vernon?" said Harry brightly, opening the front door.
"What the hell is this broom doing here?" Uncle Vernon said, going purple in the face, Aunt Petunia looking astonished visible behind Uncle Vernon's shoulder and Dudley on the other side of Uncle Vernon, looking extremely terrified.
"Er… that's a very good question Uncle…"
"Well, what is the answer Harry?" Uncle Vernon yelled.
"Uncle Vernon, I don't know how to tell you this, but my friend from, from Hog… School, came to visit, and he flew on his… from home and he asked if he could stop with us until he goes back to School. I mean, he will fly home for his trunk and clothes and he won't be any trouble. He says he will pay for his meals and he will sleep in my room… and he won't get in anyone's way, I promise?"
"Harry, why are you asking me this! You know I can't abide visitors especially your kind." Uncle Vernon spat. He will have to go back home. That's the end to this. Now let me in the bloody house." Uncle Vernon said turning purple. Harry stepped aside, allowing his Aunt, Uncle and cousin walk into the Kitchen, dumping their shopping on the table. Suddenly, Draco looking very nervous walked into the Kitchen and said;
"Vernon, um… Harry's Uncle, please let me stay. I don't want to go back home, you don't understand what it's like. My Dad's having an affair with… with my Godfather and… and…" Draco broke off, in tears. Harry handed him a tissue and Draco blew his nose into it.
"Who are you, anyway?" Uncle Vernon asked, pointing one very fat finger at Draco.
"My name is Draco Malfoy." Draco said, standing up, offering his hand for Uncle Vernon to shake.
"Humph." Uncle Vernon grunted, putting some cans of baked beans into the cupboard. "Yeah, and you can call me Vernon, none of this 'Harry's Uncle stuff,' got it?" Draco nodded.
"So Uncle, what's the answer?" Harry asked casually.
"I guess he can stay. Just for a week mind. I expect… this Draco, to stay out of our way, sleep in your room and to pay for his own meals. I do not want him to use…" Uncle Vernon took a deep breath and added, "magic in my house. Do you understand Harry and Draco?"
"Yes." Said Harry and Draco in unison. Draco stared at the floor.
"But… but Dad, where will Harry's friend sleep?" Asked Dudley, stuttering, staring at Draco, looking worried.
"Good point Dudley," said Uncle Vernon, ruffling his son's hair, then looking at Draco.
"Yeah, Draco, where are you going to sleep?"
"Um… in Harry's room." Said Draco; unaware of what Uncle Vernon asked him.
"No, boy!" Uncle Vernon boomed, "I mean, what will you sleep in?"
"Oh, sorry," said Draco, turning bright red. "If you let me fly home I will be able to mag… get a sleeping bag… unless you want me to sleep with Harry of course." Said Draco slyly, smiling at Harry. Harry turned red and stared at the floor. Uncle Vernon coughed.
"No boy. You will not sleep with Harry! I will have none of this shenanigans in my house! Draco, you will fly home on your… bro… whatever you call it and get your trunk. You understand Draco?" Said Uncle Vernon, making a cup of tea. "How long will it take you?"
"Yeah, it will probably take me about two hours at the most… an hour there and an hour back if everything goes smoothly. Would Harry be able to come with me on his… erm… Firebolt?" Draco asked. Harry turned red and kicked Draco on the back of his leg. Draco winced.
"Harry!" Uncle Vernon yelled, turning purple yet again. "… What in the world is a Firebolt?"
"Um…" Harry said, holding onto the back of a dining room chair for support, "forgive me for saying this Uncle Vernon, but Firebolts are a famous kind of broom. You know I play Quidditch Seeker on Gryffindor, my house, well that is the broom I use. Sirius brought it for…"Harry stopped in mid sentence when he saw his Uncle. The palm of his hand was outstretched in a signal for Harry to stop talking, his eyes were screwed up and he was also turning purple. Again.
"STOP!" Uncle Vernon yelled at last. "You know where your trunk is Harry." Harry turned to go but Uncle Vernon continued, "and boy, if you ever use as many horrible words as that in my house again, you will be turfed out of this house and into the streets. Understand?"
"Yes Uncle Vernon." Said Harry apologetically, "and thank you so much." Harry gushed. "Erm… does Dudley want to come? He can share my broom if he wants." asked Harry, pointing his thumb towards the door. Harry felt it was his duty to ask, after all it was his cousin. Dudley, let out some small noises and Aunt Petunia rushed over to him and embraced her only son with her skinny arms.
"Vernon!" Uncle Vernon turned around and faced his wife. "I will NOT have my darling boy scared because of two… two wizards!" Aunt Petunia yelled. Uncle Vernon winced at the word 'wizard.'
"Yes Petunia, dear." Said Uncle Vernon, turning around to face Harry and Draco. "Dudley will not be going."
"Fair enough." Said Harry. "Come on Draco." Draco followed Harry upstairs and went into his room.
The wallpaper was peeling off the walls and the curtains were drab and faded. A single rag rug lay on the dusty, wooden floor. There was a battered wardrobe on the right of the door with pictures of his friends Ron and Hermione stuck all over it. Along with Sirius, Harry's dead Godfather and postcards that Sirius had sent Harry. On the left was a small chair, which had a grubby cushion on it. A poster of 'Chudley Cannons' Quidditch team was stuck on the wall by his bed. His bed was an iron bedstead with a thin mattress perched ontop. A few blankets and sheets lay scattered on top of the mattress. There was a small shelf, which Harry put his school books when he was at his Aunt and Uncles house.
Harry headed over to his bed and pulled out his trunk from under it. Draco sat on the chair and gazed around the room, wrinkling up his nose in disgust.
"Um… Harry, is this it?" Draco asked. Harry glared at him.
"How dare you Draco. You know my situation. My Aunt and Uncle hate me and they complain about giving me my meals for fuck's sake. Your Mum and Dad love you and they have loads of money, so don't you dare insult me, okay?"
"Sorry, Harry, I didn't realise." Said Draco, staring at the floor.
Now, Harry had his trunk open and was searching through it. He found his Firebolt and held it in his arms fondly, stroking the handle gently. He placed it on his bed carefully and searched for his invisibility cloak that his Dad had left him when he died. Harry found it and he stood up, folding it. Draco noticed what it was.
"Hey, Harry?" Harry looked up from what he was doing. "Is that what I think it is?" Draco walked over to Harry and felt the soft, silky material of the invisibility cloak. "It's beautiful." Draco murmured.
"Yeah." Said Harry, feeling tears prick at the back of his eyes. "It was my Dad's. He gave it to Dumbeldore when he died. When it was my first Christmas at Hogwarts, Dumbeldore passed it on to as a present. I have been using it ever since." Harry gave a weak smile. Tears fell down his cheeks and Harry wiped them away.
"Hey, don't cry." Draco put his arm around Harry and soothed him. "Come on, we'd better be going." Harry nodded and finished folding up the invisibility cloak. He put it in his pocket and done his trunk up and put it back under his bed. Harry went to his wardrobe and pulled a hoody on over his head. He grabbed his broom and him and Draco made their way downstairs.
Harry popped his head around the living room door and said 'Bye.' Uncle Vernon grunted and Harry shrugged his shoulders at Draco. Draco shrugged back and they made their way outside. Draco picked up his broom and the both mounted them, flying away through the clouds. Their hair billowed in the wind. Harry looked back at the house and he could see Dudley standing outside in the front garden, watching them with awe. Harry stuck his tongue out and flew onwards…
