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WELCOME HOME

The kickstand on Draco Malfoy's motor bike went down with a small click as he surveyed his surroundings. To say that his new home was huge was an understatement. The foundation itself covered many acres and the stone walls that grew from it cast a shadow in the waning afternoon light that covered most of the front yard. The lawns were white and sparkled like silver under the virgin snow. The trees were skeletal and haunting, and the rose bushes that surrounded the home were dead and barren.

Most would say the house was a heavenly sight, but to Draco it was his own personal hell. The many colored stained glass windows glowed fiery in the sun, and the large oak doors looked more like the mouth of a demon waiting to swallow him whole than a welcoming place for visitors to enter. But Draco was brave under this shadow as he crunched his was up the walk to the front door. Taking a key his mother had given him out of his pocked he looked around, wondering if perhaps he should turn tail and run for the hills, but he opted not to and resolutely turned back to the door.

Sliding the teeth of the key into the hole he turned it, and a loud click signified that the door was open, to visitors, friends, or trespassers, whoever happened to get there first. Pushing the door open with incredible ease the blonde boy walked into the entrance hall.

The long plush rug that covered the floor looked new, and Draco decided not the dirty it with his old boots. Removing them, and his heavy goose down jacket he was left in a pair of baggy black denim trousers and a slightly faded red T-shirt, the name of the band that the picture on it illegible from many a wearing and washing.

He padded along the entranceway, noting the many old paintings and portraits that stared down at him from the dull walls, each one of them horrifying and humorous in there own right. Coming to the end of the passage he looked to his right and his left, to the right was a lighted sitting room, and his left an empty corridor that lead to a closed door. Not wanting to seem too much of a snoop in his aunt's home he went to the right. In the sitting room he found a large plush couch, a worn old rocking chair in front of a roaring fire, and an out of place mahogany desk. Upon closer inspection he found the desk to be home to many papers, a few nice pens, and a black and white portrait of a beautiful woman and what seemed to be her son. She stared out at him with smiling eyes and a soft face, he was laughing, he unruly hair playing in his large innocent eyes, he looked to be all of 17 and very attractive.

Having seen all that he could see of this room, Draco surveyed the rest of the house. He found a spotless kitchen, a nice entertainment room with a large screen TV that he knew he was going to make good use of, and a library, filled with books that looked like they hadn't been touched in decades.

Rather bored Draco tried to remember if there was anything else he missed, remembering a large staircase in the main hall he moved back, descending the many stairs slowly. He noted the banister with great interest; hand carved dark oak, perfectly worn with time and use. He knew that at least once he was going to have to slide down this on his way to work, hoping to god that he would have work and not be stuck all the time in the hellish place.

Coming to a stop at the top of the stairs he once again surveyed his surroundings. Ahead he saw three bedrooms, all looking exactly the same. Devoid of life they each held a dark wood four poster bed, desk and dresser. Each were painted a different color with bed coverings, carpet and a large squashy chair to match, he decided at that moment that if he had a choice he was going to pick the green one, and leave his mother to decide between the yellow, and the blue.

To his left lay two more rooms; closed doors telling anyone near to go away. Draco turned to leave and go back downstairs to wait for his mother to arrive in one of the many cars she had shipped over from England, when he thought he heard a voice. Barely above a whisper the voice came from within the room at the end of the left corridor, and letting his curiosity get the better of him Draco went to open the door. Inside he found a room similar to the other three, but much more lived in. Posters scattered the walls while pictures in small frames sat on the dresser and desk. Cloths were thrown around the room and Draco let out a small snort at the fact that they were all male. 'Perhaps dear aunt Cece has a male guest...can't wait to meet him.'

Remember why he was in here in the first place the blonde listened, waiting. From a door to the right he heard a shower running, and light whispers that signaled someone was indeed inside. Putting his ear to the door he listened again, every few seconds he heard a small gasp, or grunt, or maybe even a moan and after a minute he knew exactly what he was hearing. He had heard this exercise many times in his own life and without question he knew that this was going to be hysterical.

Knowing only to well the trouble he could get into Draco opened the door, getting hit by a burst of steam, he laid eyes on what appeared to be the boy from the picture on the desk downstairs. Dark hair fell onto perfectly tan skin, which covered streamlined muscles which contracted and relaxed as an arm pumped, rubbing along something that shouldn't be rubbed, unless you were in the most dire of positions.

The face of the boy was screwed up in a show of pure pleasure, which increased every few seconds, obviously he didn't notice the door being opened or the strange boy in the bathroom with him. Getting slightly tighter in the pants at the mere sight of the boy Draco decided to end his peep show by bursting out into a fit of uncontrolled laughter.

The other boy's eyes flew open, revealing to Draco a beautiful green, clouded with pleasure, confusion, and anger. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?" was all Draco heard and he tore from the room, doubled over in hysterical laughter. He ran down the stairs, and out the door, regaining his composure just in time to see his mother's town car drive slowly up the long driveway. Giving her a bullshit smile he walked to her door, still smiling.

"I-uh, don't think that Aunt Cece is here," he finally said, with all seriousness.

"Oh don't be silly Draco darling," his mother said in a sweet and sticky voice. "This is her home, she should be around here somewhere." She looked around as she got out of the car, as if expecting her sister to walk out from behind one of the many crystal snowdrifts.

"Well I don't know where she is, but I went inside to look around just like you said, and I saw a boy." He looked at her as if waiting for a reaction but none came, he continued on. "From the looks of him he was far to young to be one of aunt Cece's many conquests, but far to old to be her child. So tell me, if this is her house, then what is some strange boy doing living in it?" He crossed his arms and waited for her reply. In return he got a laughing smile and a small giggle.

"Tell me Draco," she said playfully, "what did this boy happen to look like?" She spoke as if delivering a joke, just waiting for the punch line.

"Um, I didn't see a lot of him," He sighed 'understatement of the century' "but he was about my height, black hair, green eyes." He tried to give as vague an image as possible, trying not to think of the taught muscles of his chest and abs, his arm pumping wildly begging for release. Growing slightly flushed he stifled his thoughts and gave his mother an inquisitive look.

"Oh don't be silly darling that's only Harry." She smiled as if it was the most natural thing in the world for a boy he never heard of to be living in his house.

"Only Harry, she says." he spoke out to the still evening, "Only Harry? And do tell me mother dear, who is this 'Only Harry'?"

"He is another boy that lives here you silly thing. Did I not tell you that we had house guests?" She looked genuinely confused. When he shook his head she went on. "Harry is Lily Potter's son, after her husband, his father, died they moved in here with Cece, we are all old friends from college." As if this explained it all she turned to open the trunk of her car and get out what belongings she hadn't put on the moving van.

"Oh for Christ's sake mom, how many other families live in this house. I'm not sharing this place with five other kids." His voice was that of a little boy, whining because he didn't want to share his toys.

"Don't be silly Draco, have you taken a good look at this place. There are four stories, Eleven bedrooms, eight bathrooms, five showers, three bathtubs and a pool in the basement. I should say you will find yourself quite comfortable here." She explained, apparently there was more to this place than he thought. "Now stop your crying and help your poor old mother take her belongings into the house shall you." Taking up a motherly voice she also took an opportunity to scold him. "And put some shoes on or you'll catch your death of cold."

Just as Draco was carrying the last piece of extremely heavy luggage in from the car a red SUV pulled into the long driveway, stopping millimeters from hitting him where he stood. Setting down the luggage on the front porch he saw a small redheaded woman jump out of the large vehicle with a smile plastered on her face that made Draco's cheeks hurt.

"Narcissa?" She asked in awe. Squinting into the growing darkness to get a better look at his mother. "Oh my god Narcissa it's you, I can't believe it." She screamed running to scoop the blonde woman into a bone-crunching hug.

"Lily!" His mother replied with twice as much fervor. "Yes it's me, we've come to stay with Cece a while, where is she?" Lily backed away from her friend and smiled lightly, drinking in all of the woman that she could.

"Oh Narcissa, I'm sorry, but Cece isn't here right now. She went to New York to finalize her divorce, she won't be back for a month." Worry filled her eyes as her blonde friend hung her head in sadness. "But what the hell, come on now, let's get your things inside before you die of chill. I'm sure Cece won't mind, after all your family." And with one final hug to Narcissa and a warm loving smile to Draco she lifted one of the smaller bags and marched faithfully forward.

Walking into the opening hall Lily smiled, Narcissa gasped and Draco stayed as far away as possible. Eyeing one of the paintings Narcissa smiled. "Oh Lily, I can't believe you kept this, after all those years. And these photographs, they look professional, who did them?"

Lily smiled proudly at the walls, "My son, he's become quite the little photographer since he quit working, oh you should meet him. Just a moment." But as Draco began to protest she called up the stairs. "HARRY! Harry love come down here I want you to meet an old friend of mine. He'll be right down, he's such a good boy." Her face veiled in pride and love for a moment as she talked of her son, snapping back to reality as she heard him thunder down the stairs.

"Mum." His voice was concerned, not angry. "Mum, there was some strange man walking around our house, he came into my room while I was showering and..." He faded off noticing that Draco was standing not ten feet away. "YOU!" he pointed accusingly. "You were the one who came into my room, who do you think you are invading a person's private space like that, I ought to have my lawyer over here to suit your ass off for trespassing."

"Harry darling calm down." His mother placed a light hand on his shoulder. "This is Draco, and this is Narcissa," she pointed to each of them respectively. "They are going to be staying with us for a while is that alright with you?" Her calming voice and soothing features made Harry's shoulders slack a little as he thought.

"Fine, they're friends of yours so I can't rightly sick my lawyer on them, but I don't want him, coming anywhere near my room? Understood?" It wasn't a question; it was a 'you'd better understand or I'll kick your ass' kind of statement. But before Draco could reply Harry had stormed back up the stairs and into his room, turning up his stereo to shake the house with some mind numbing rap song.

"Awe, see? He likes you." Was all Lily said to him before moving back to have a conversation with her long lost friend.

A/N: Ok, so I just spent half the night typing this I really hope you like it, it's taking some time to get into the swing of things but I will work it out, it'll just take a little time, so bear with me. I'll give you a cookie!!

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