A/N: over forty bloody reviews! God, I love you guys! You made me the bouncy, review-craving girl I am today… thanks! Anyway, this is the next chapter in this little story of mine. Still not entirely sure why I am writing this, but it is way fun so I won't stop anytime soon :P So, let's read and review, shall we?
XoXoX Harry's POV XoXoX
Harry looked unbelieving at Malfoy. Spend the summer at Malfoy Manor? With Malfoy? "Hell no! We'd kill each other!"
"Well, yeah, but that's a chance we've got to take. I need your help with Medea, and I won't take no for an answer."
"Too bad, because the answer is NO!" Harry looked over at Malfoy, and found the other boy looking back at him with a determined expression on his face. Damn. A determined Malfoy was very difficult to argue with.
"Beep! Wrong answer, try again!"
Just as he feared. A very determined Malfoy. "But how do I know this isn't just a trap to hand me over to Voldemort?"
Malfoy winced at the name, but remained calm. "The Dark Lord is busy these days. He and all his followers are at the Annual Death Eater Gathering in Aberdeen."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "And why aren't you there?"
"I went last year, and I honestly found the whole thing rather lame. I mean, Aberdeen? Hello! Even Dumbledore managed to come up with something remotely exotic like the Bahamas."
Harry laughed and refrained from telling the other boy just how gay that sounded, "Well, there goes that excuse... but I still won't come with you."
"Of course you will. You don't have anything better to do, do you?"
Well, as a matter of fact he didn't. He was staying here at his aunt and uncle's place all summer, with no way of escaping their ignoring and their hateful comments. Hm. Suddenly the prospect of spending the summer with a gorgeous guy and his adorable baby in a magnificent manor became much more tempting. Damn.
Malfoy smirked smugly. "I didn't think so. Now come on, you'll have to pack your stuff." He stood up and walked out to the entrance hall towards the stairs, and Harry found himself following willingly.
When they reached the first floor Malfoy stopped and looked at Harry. "Which room?"
Harry pointed towards his room, and opened the door for Malfoy and Medea.
Malfoy raised an eyebrow and looked around. "How, eh… quaint" he said, a scornful expression on his face.
Harry just shrugged and started throwing things into his trunk. Not everyone could have a big mansion filled to the rim with house-elves obeying your every command.
Malfoy shook his head annoyed, and pushed Harry away from the trunk. "Hold Medea" he said and handed her over to him. Then he got out his wand and mumbled a packing spell that made everything fly neatly into the trunk, even Hedwig's cage (a shrunk version of course). With a smug smile on his face, he levitated the trunk and headed out the door. Harry followed, carrying Medea, and wondered where in the world Malfoy had learned such an impressive packing spell. It wasn't as if he needed packing his own stuff with all those house-elves around.
"How will we get to your place?" he asked Malfoy when they reached the bottom of the stairs.
The other boy stopped and furrowed his brow. "I haven't thought about that." He mumbled.
"Well, how did you get here?"
"I apparated of course. But that won't do now, bloody age limit. You don't by any chance know how to apparate illegally?"
"Of course not! They would expel me if they ever found out! And I didn't know you could apparate with another person, how is that possible?" Harry looked questioningly at Malfoy, who shook his head at his ignorance.
"There are special spells for apparating with babies, but they only work until the child is two years old. Everyone knows that, Potter. You can't exactly floo with a little baby, now can you?"
"Uhm, I guess not" Harry blushed slightly, and looked everywhere except at Malfoy.
"Anyway, I guess we'll have to take a portkey to my house." Malfoy opened Harry's trunk and took out a random book. He looked at the title and raised an eyebrow. "Charm your own cheese?" he asked and looked inquiringly at Harry, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
Harry bit his lower lip and blushed even more. "I like cheese" he mumbled, and winced when Malfoy started howling with laughter.
"You like cheese? That is just precious!" Malfoy sniggered, then drew out his wand. "Portus" he mumbled pointing at the book and a faint blue light emerged from the tip of his wand.
"What did you do?" asked Harry.
"I made us a portkey"
"But, but, you can't do that! You're not authorized!"
Malfoy just looked at him and shrugged. "So?"
"But that is illegal!"
"So?"
"But, I mean, what if, you can't just, well, you see…" Harry stuttered, unnerved by Malfoy's calmness.
"Don't tell me the great Harry Potter is scared of doing something illegal?" Malfoy said mockingly.
"I'm not scared!"
"Are too"
"Am not!"
"Prove it. Grab the portkey."
Harry glared at Malfoy, then held the book close to him so that both he and Medea were touching it. Malfoy lifted one hand up and touched to book too, and suddenly Harry felt the familiar jerk behind his navel. His feet left the ground and the book pulled him onwards, in a howl of wind and swirling colours.
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