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Godfathers and Godsons 3"What's that Harry?" Harry was shaken out of his daze to turn back to Sirius.
"Uh...uh. I...uh...need help with my potions homework he gave us over the summer." He finished quickly. Sirius smiled and didn't question the boy anymore, while Snape looked suspicious and Draco looked interested.
They ate a quiet breakfast and then Sirius announced he was taking Snape out shopping.
"You really need some more colorful stuff. All you have is...black."
Snape scowled," Maybe that's because black is the only color I like."
"Well, if you are going to live in this house, with me and my godson, then you are not going to dress like you are going to a funeral anymore. That ok with you Snivellus?" Sirius teased him.
Harry's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw Snape smile and jump on top of Sirius, tickling him like crazy. He paled and gagged when Sirius grabbed Snape and proceeded to snog him senseless.
Both men heard Harry gag and got up, brushing themselves off as they went.
"All right Po- Harry-," Snape corrected himself with a look from Sirius. "We will set up a study session for your potions homework after we get home."
Sirius grabbed Snape's shoulder and pointed toward Draco who was leaning against the doorway, amusement clear on his face. He whispered into Snape's ear, "Draco is good at potions, why don't you ask him to help Harry? Then we could have more alone time."
Snape thought it over for a minute and nodded. "Draco, come here." His godson obliged. "I want you to tutor Harry in Potions. Give him any help he needs."
Draco sighed irritably and gave the slightest nod. Sirius smiled and dragged Snape to the fireplace, from which they flooed to Diagon Alley.
Harry and Draco stood uncomfortable for a while before Draco walked out of the room with a, "Come on Harry. Let's get to work on your homework."
Harry followed. "Yea, I just need to get my books from my room."
Draco nodded and Harry walked out of the room. He got to his room and started looking through it for his books. Everything was such a mess and he couldn't find them anywhere. After five minutes had past, Harry heard still hadn't found them.
"Having trouble?" Harry looked up and saw Draco in the doorway.
He blushed. "Yea, um I can't find my stuff."
Draco smirked and walked into the room. "I wonder why, considering your floor is coated in clothes and your other junk."
Harry smiled and shrugged. "It's a way of life. Besides, it is easier for me to find things this way."
Draco looked pointedly at him. "Oh, because that makes sense. If you clean the room, then you find the books."
Harry smiled and started picking stuff up. He reached for a magazine on the floor, and his hand covered a slightly smaller pale one.
"Oops, heh, sorry," Draco gave a small blush before pulling away and grabbing something else.
"This is hopeless." Harry said a half hour later. The floor was cleaned and the bookshelves were neat, along with the closet and the drawers. Draco sighed and lay down on Harry's bed.
"Yea, the only place we didn't look was under the floorboards. Harry's eyes widened.
"That's it!"
"Harry, if you think that for one second we are going to-" Draco was rudely interrupted as he was roughly pulled off the bed and down the stairs. He grabbed a handful of floo powder and held the bag out for Draco.
"You actually touch that stuff? Do you know how dirty it is?" Harry rolled his eyes and set the floo powder on the nearby table. He reached over and grabbed Draco's hand, guiding it toward the bag.
Draco was still talking and didn't realize what was happening until he felt his hand close over a cool substance.
He didn't even look at Harry before saying, "You didn't."
Harry smiled, "I did."
Before Draco could make a scene and drop the powder, he pushed the blonde into the fireplace and shouted, "Number Four Privet Drive!"
Draco stumbled out of the fireplace coughing. He fell onto the rug and knew something was wrong when he saw that the carpet was white. Nobody in his or her right minds would put a white carpet down. He brushed himself off as he got up, looking around at his scenery.
It was all white. The couches, the carpet, the walls, the ceiling, the curtains, everything was white. Draco got up and looked at the floor where he had just lain. There was a big outline of him made of ash. Draco hated messes, so he reached for his wand to clean it, but it was in his pocket where he normally kept it.
Thinking it had fallen out when he had landed, Draco turned around to look and see if it was still in the fireplace, or on the ground behind him. He didn't get a chance however, as a green flash of light appeared in the fireplace, followed by something coming flying out of it.
Draco was knocked down again; instead this time he had weight on top of him. He closed his eyes to keep his vision from swimming before him. When he calmed down enough, he opened them to his right to see a pair of bulky black glasses.
Reaching out and grabbing them, he studied them.
"Harry's." He whispered.
"What?" Asked the boy in question. Draco turned his head back towards the ceiling, but all he saw was a pair of bright green eyes. Draco held up the glasses. "Oh, thanks."
"Yea. Did you see my wand anywhere?" Harry looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Yes I did, you left it on the side table and I grabbed it just in case," Harry said. He leaned forward towards Draco, their faces getting closer by the minute.
Draco gulped and closed his eyes when he felt Harry breath against his face. When the hot air disappeared, Draco opened his eyes. "Here you go."
He looked and saw his wand right in front of his face. "Uh, thanks?"
Harry smiled and looked at Draco. Just realizing that he was on top of Draco, he quickly got up and started to brush himself off. Draco got up a second later and brushed himself off.
Harry looked around the living room. The room looked so different from the time he had left, a few days ago. All of a sudden, he heard a spell being said, "Scourgify."
Harry turned around to see Draco putting his wand away. He looked at him questioningly. "What? It was dirty."
"Can't the ministry track your magic though?"
"What? Oh, no not anymore. Some kind of spell Lucius put on my wand." Draco spat his father's name. "Now, please tell me why everything is white?"
"I don't know." Harry smiled playfully, "They were probably trying to cleanse the house of my filth." He let out a little laugh.
Draco just looked confused. "Alright, let's get your books and then get out of here." Harry nodded. Making sure no one was home, Harry quietly made his way upstairs and into his old room.
He gasped when he got there. "It doesn't even look like I ever lived here." Harry said.
The wallpaper was fixed, and the bed was nicer. The broken toys and objects that were strewn everywhere were also gone.
Draco walked into the room. "You lived here? And I thought you said that you had it worse."
"It didn't look like this when I lived here," Harry rounded on Draco. Harry looked around the room, but couldn't find his books anywhere. He even checked under the floorboards. Sighing, he sat down on the bed and thought where else his books could have gone.
Suddenly, he got it. "Of course." Harry ran down the stairs and reached his destination, Draco trailing after him. Harry saw that there was a tapestry in the way, and he moved it. There it was, the door to the cupboard under the stairs.
Harry tried the door, but only found out that it was locked. "Alohomora."
Harry turned to look at Draco. "What?" the blonde asked. "You looked so pathetic, the way you were struggling, I had to help you."
Harry smiled and opened the door. He crawled into the tiny space and started looking around. Draco stuck his head in and looked around as well. He noticed the mattress sitting on the ground and gasped.
Harry looked at him, confused. "What's wrong?"
Draco pointed to the mattress. "Did...did you...?" He couldn't finish his question, but Harry got the meaning anyway.
"Oh, yea," he said softly. "For many years, when I was 'bad'." Harry rubbed his eyes and tried to hold back the tears. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked at Draco.
The blonde smiled. "Here, I found your books. You wanna get out of here and go home?" Harry nodded. Draco held out his hand to help up the raven-haired boy.
They walked into the living room, and Harry produced the floo powder. Draco made a face and Harry laughed. Harry grabbed Draco's hand and thrust it into the bag. The pale hand closed around the powder and he stepped into the fireplace.
"Wait!" Both boys turned to face a chubby boy standing in the living room with a plate of cookies. "Who are you?" he asked Draco.
Draco looked to Harry for help. "Draco, this is my cousin Dudley. Dudley, this is my um..."
"Boyfriend. Draco. Draco Malfoy." Harry's eyes widened.
"What? Why would you want to be with a freak like him? You're too pretty." Dudley insisted. Draco quickly dropped the powder and said, "Number 12 Grimmauld Place."
He was gone. "Harry!" the dark haired boy had just climbed into the fireplace. "I have to see that boy again. I love him."
"Too bad Dudley, he's mine." And Harry was gone with a flash of green.
A/N: Wow. Need more caffeine. So tired. Ugh. That took long time. I need coffee! And chocolate. If I get reviews, I will give you chocolate!
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