Playing House
Disclaimers: Don't own any of the Harry Potter characters, nor am I making any money from these endeavors in writing. Quite honestly I am spending money on doing this when you think about it. Anyway I'm just doing my part to make sure the boys don't get dusty from disuse by JK Rawlings (Kidding! Just don't sue me!)
Author's Notes: Ok, you've got me, please, review, tell me it sucked, tell me I should stop, tell me to keep going, tell me that you read it and didn't like it one way or the other. Please! Also I must now apologize for any erroneous information about a town listed herein, I fear I was going by what I had read in another book, and really have no clue as to anything really about it. But nonetheless I used it anyway. Also alas I still have yet to get a beta, mostly my fault, as I have a very erratic writing schedule, and I have been away from a computer that I can just sit and type at for many, many months, so I do apologize, and if anyone out their would like to help me, just let me know ok? Note, once again I am begging here.
I would like to deeply thank my four wonderful reviewers thus far.
Starlit Night: I have to say you are truly grand, not only did you review, but you also laughed at the toast! Thank You!
Serena: Thanks! Hope ya like this part!
Shinku: Finally, I got both this and HoBDM updated, it only took me what a year for one and over for the other? I'm sorry bout that… I hope to never be that bad again. I look forward to further reviews.
Siren of the Darknessflame: What is your definition of soon? Probably not a year and some weeks since you reviewed right? Thanks for that by the way.
Description: Future fic. Draco and Harry are together after Hogwarts and the ending of the War, they have left the wizarding world to escape the constant invasion of their privacy, but how will Draco survive in the Muggle world? And can he do it with out hexing everyone into Oblivion? I'm betting that he can't.
Warnings: Some nudity, some slash, a new character or two, (Ok maybe more) Possible OCC-ness, and transplanting the boys to a new place, but don't worry they'll still be themselves when I give them back. This is sooo, completely unbetaed as it is I probably will give it a once over later then repost. I just wanted to get this up, it's been too long.
Part 2
Draco Malfoy wasn't quite sure how this had happened, one moment he was standing in his house, staring out at a rather loudly dressed muggle. The next thing he new he was seated at a low table designed for young children, complete with small child sized chairs, and he was holding a pink plastic teacup. For some odd reason it had the word Barbie emblazoned on its side.
The worst part was that he was politely sipping water from it while his hostess, a little girl of no more then four years of age tried to feed him plastic biscuits. She had long blond hair, wide innocent brown eyes, and a smile that would have melted Voldemort's black heart, and sent him scurrying to do her every whim.
Draco reflected back to earlier this afternoon, as the child, Morgan her mother had called her, giggled merrily at Draco's extended pinky while he sipped his water, which definitely had a plastic flavor to it, and he tried to figure out where he went wrong.
The best he could come up with was he had been doomed when he opened the door and the person on the other side started talking.
"I wasn't sure if anyone would be home or not. Hi I'm Holly Pool, I live next door to you in the duplex. I'm really very sorry that we couldn't come over earlier in the week, we were so excited to find out that someone had purchased this old place, we just hadn't realized that you were going to move in during our vacation. I brought you a whole mess of cookies, I wasn't sure what you might like so I made all sorts, there is chocolate chip, Snicker Doodles, Oatmeal scotchies, Peanut butter, OD's, ET's, Sugar, Sugarless, gingersnaps, and my personal favorite Double chocolate Chunk Biscotti."
Draco felt an odd twitch try and develop in his eye as he listened to this muggle chatter incessantly. Thankfully for him, years of good breeding, manners being drilled into his head, and the majority of thoughts about disposing of the ever unnecessary muggle populace having been harshly squashed, came through. He managed to continue to smile, and open the screen door of the house inviting her inside. "Thank you, my name is Draco, Draco Malfoy, please come inside." He found himself saying aloud while he chanted over in his brain 'I'm living as a muggle for now, play nice and make Harry happy.' Besides she had chocolate, and with faced with the prospect of eating cold Yum Yum chicken, the biscuits seemed like a godsend.
She had entered and headed straight to the kitchen, explaining as she went that she had been in the house before, visiting the elderly couple that had lived their previously.
Then she told him what had happened to the last owners of the house. Apparently the house had something called a gas leak, and had died in their sleep. Even though Draco had no problem with news, after all death was a part of life, she had hastened to assure him that the leak was fixed and everything was perfectly safe in the house
They sat a the rickety kitchen table and as Draco helped himself to and OD, a biscuit made with chocolate dough, chocolate chips and a thick creamy layer of chocolate frosting, Holly reminisced over the way they had worked the old pieces of furniture in with the things that have be brought with. Then she ooohed and ahhed over the newer things like the toaster.
"You know my parents used to have a toaster just like this," she exclaimed running her hand over its polished surface. "Only it had a huge dent in the side from when mom threw it at dad's head. She missed of course and it hit the door frame instead." The daft American had smiled fondly at her memories, and Draco wondered how the toaster would look with a couple of dents from Harry's head.
"So Draco," the brassy woman said sitting on the other side of the corner of the table he was at. "What do you think of America?"
Draco swallowed the bite of his second OD that he was trying to politely stuff his face with. "I really haven't seen much of it yet. We flew here and it was already dark by the time we arrived. But the one time we went out it seemed rather noisy and strange. The one store we went to, I think it was Wal-Mart, seemed crowded and far to bright."
"Wow," she breather, "you don't have Wal-Mart's in England? I don't think I could survive with out them. Where are you from anyway?"
Draco panicked and blurt out the first place he could think of. "Milton Keynes," he said, wishing he could take it back as soon as he said it. He knew absolutely nothing about the place, only that it was a settlement of muggles that had gotten together and created a town. Their one common bond was that they all had children who were 'special', or in other words, they all had children with magical blood. They had somehow gotten together, most likely though a newspaper advertisement, and thought that it might be easier to live together, at the very least it would save them time on having to make up silly stories about where their children were going to school, and other such stuff.
It was at about that point that Holly noticed Draco was on his third cookie (as she called it) and invited him over to her place for lunch. He was on the verge of declining her offer, when he once again thought of the Yum Yum chicken in the refrigerator, calling his name, and getting colder every second. So he found himself agreeing to her proposition and walking across their lawns to her door.
Shortly after entering the house and sitting at the, much nicer looking then his, kitchen table, two young children came barreling though the door, a slightly chubby boy of what looked to be 6 years old and a 4 year old girl, whom was holding a wriggly caterpillar. "Mom," the older boy said practically in tears. "Morgan said that she was going to make me eat the bug!"
"Your going to have to eat it," the girl sing-songed as she all but shoved the green thing his face.
"Mom!" the boy wailed, clearly distressed. Draco had stiffened at their entrance, and no was wondering how to get past them and out the door, without being noticed. "Morgan! Stop!"
"Trenton," Holly said calmly pulling the boy to face her. "Trenton," she said again, calling his attention to her face and away from his sister. "Do you have to do everything your sister tells you?" She asked soothingly.
Trenton blinked his teary eyes and took a few shuddery breaths be fore he stuttered out the word, "No."
"Then why would you have had to eat the bug?" A pouty lower lip stuck out and trembled occasionally as he thought of this, his eyebrows drawing together in serious thought. Morgan meanwhile was dancing around, holding her accomplice in crime, the caterpillar up and singing a nonsense song softly to herself. Then she noticed Draco.
She carefully smiled at the gentleman seated at the table, bringing her hands down to cup at the insect in her hands, and walking in a very precise way over to where Draco was. "Would you like to hold my worm? I named her Princess." She held out her hands and showed him the caterpillar that was now desperately trying to crawl its way up her arms to someplace more stable and quite possibly edible as well, then she tilted her head in, what was to Draco's in experienced eye, quite adorable. Thankfully, Holly noticed this.
"Morgan," she said in an equally stern voice compared to the calmness she had just used with Trenton. "Morgan I want you to take that caterpillar outside right now. You know what I have said about bringing in living creatures."
"But Mom," the little girl exclaimed, "I'm going to keep Princess forever!"
"If you want to keep her, it has to be outside on one of the bushes, we don't have anything to keep her in here."
"But mom," her lower lip was starting to tremble and her face was turning red slightly.
"You remember Hello Pony don't you."
Morgan nodded, and looked at Draco, "Hello Pony died cause she couldn't live inside with me. She was brown and longer then Princess, and she was wet and dirty, so I washed her with soap and water and set her in the sun to dry, then she got all hard." She hugged the caterpillar closely to her face, careful not to crush it. Then she walked despondently to the door, saying her farewells to the little thing in her hands.
Draco looked over at Holly who smiled at him, her hand resting on her son's head, whom was trying to hid behind her, and look at Draco at the same time.
"Trenton, this is our new Neighbor," she said ruffling his spiky blondish brown hair. "His name is Draco Malfoy"
"Hello," came a quiet voice from behind Holly, the Trenton was grabbing at holly's shirt and asking in a rather loud whisper "Mom, can I go get my new game and show it to him?"
"Sure Honey." Trenton ran off with all the exuberance of a boy who had just gotten permission to ride a broom for the first time. "So Draco, I just really realized I don't have that much in my cupboards right now, how would you feel about going out to get something through a drive though and then I can take you to the Mall, and you can begin formulating all new opinions about America. Besides, you could get some more of those cookies you like so much."
Draco heard the word food and the word cookies, and was lost, especially at the cookies. "Ummm, we wont be gone that long, will we? I would hate to be gone when Harry got home." He said, absently, wondering where his common sense had gone.
Holly thought about this for a moment, "We shouldn't be gone for more then an hour or two really, what time do you need to be back by?"
"Five Thirty," he said thinking of when Harry said he would be home.
"Sure no problem,"
"Mom!" Trenton yelled from his room. "Where's my game?"
"Where did you have it last?" She asked as she walked towards the little boy's room.
It was at this point Morgan returned from her goodbyes to the caterpillar, and managed to drag Draco into having a tea party with her. Thankfully Holly returned, with Trenton in tow, before Draco had finished his 'tea' or was forced to take a 'bite' of one of the plastic cookies. "Come on guys, let's go get something to eat! In to the van we go!"
It was at this point that had anyone asked Draco why he was putting up with all of this, he would have said quite calmly that he must be under the imperious curse. Despite the fact that the only person he was around was a family that was quite painfully obviously muggle. In fact had anyone brought up that fact Draco would have sited that it must have been the Chocolate OD cookies that she had given him, and the promise of more if she was followed, which was obviously just as good as the imperious.
