A/N: I'm trying to update daily, unlike my other stories but I might get to a block soon so be glad for this chapter please. Thanks and review
Chapter Three
After the Movie...
Draco walked out of the theatre, seemingly shell-shocked. His slightly pink lips were dry and slightly parted as he followed Harry down a different street, different then the one they had taken there.
"Where are we going, Harry?" He asked, still trying to shake off the Goosebumps that had risen up his arms and back from seeing that sexy Muggle, Brad Pitt, on the huge screen.
"To see a few friends of mine before we head back. Sunset is in about an hour so we don't have to be back until after two. I guess it is going to rain," as soon as the Gryfindor tilted his head to the sky a lightening bolt flashed in the sky and rain drops began to fall. Harry began to laugh lightly, grabbing Draco's hand as he hauled the both of them through the now downpour, his merry laughter, along with Draco's panted chuckles following them.
The Gryfindor knocked vigorously upon the pearl white door, the structure of the manor like house reminding Draco of his own home as he was pulled into the house when they were admitted entrance.
"About time, Potter," a voice drawled and Draco turned from his comparisons of his house to this one in favor of finding the owner of said voice. A tall, shorthaired blonde greeted his eyes. The slightly shorter male glance at him in question for a moment before turning lust filled eyes to Harry, an act which had the prince of Slytherin push down the urge to growl possessively. "Well, I can see what took you." The blue eyes did not turn to him but remained focused on Harry, the oblivious teen still beaming up at him as the man's eyes raked over Harry's form hungrily.
"We got side-tracked, Michael," Harry pouted playfully, crossing his arms in a humph, "but since I don't receive a 'proper greeting', my company and I will be on are way," with that Harry flickered his long black hair over his shoulder, the wetness of it hitting Michael straight in the eye, making the Slytherin smirk and go to follow Harry who had proceeded to the door.
"Alright, alright," with a swing of his arm, the tall blonde had turned Harry to him, enveloping the short male in a huge hug that made Draco want to strangle the life out of the offender. When they pulled back, about two minutes later, Harry was slightly flushed but had a big smile on his face.
"Better had," he drawled but the wide smile remained. The Gryfindor sighed, looking around at his friend's home, "where's Raphael, Donatelo, and Rocky?" Harry asked, looking up at him questioningly.
"In the living room, come on," Michael almost eagerly grasped his hand, pulling Harry, who then grasped Draco's hand, toward the room.
"Hey guys," Michael yelled, looking to his brothers who all sat on the couch, looking at the fire, facing away from them. They all turned to him, questioning eyebrows gracefully raised, "guess who's here?" The beaming smile on their brother's face made them smirk lightly, and they all shrugged in unison. The tall blonde stepped aside; bring Harry and Draco in sight.
"Harry!" They all exclaimed in unison, jumping over the couch. The Gryfindor looked to them surprised for he had been too busy surveying Draco's look of uncomfortable status, he'd never seen him look uneasy before.
"Donny, Ralph, Rocky!" he exclaimed, releasing Draco's hand just in time. The Gryfindor was bombarded with hugs and kisses (thankfully on the cheek). The Slytherin, starting to get pissed at the fact of being ignored, cleared his throat loudly. The following moment sharp eyes were pinned to him.
"And who is this, Harry?" Donny questioned, stepping away from him slightly to look to Draco. Harry's cheeks had turned a lovely shade of red and his eyes where lidded in embarrassment which he quickly shook off.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he near shouted, grasping Draco's arm. Said owner of the arm pushed down a shiver at the contact. Harry's hands where so hot, the feeling through the material of his shirt increasing the need to jump on him right then and there, "this is Draco Malfoy. He'll be staying with me for he remainder of the summer."
"At the Dursleys?" Rocky questioned. Hearing the name of Harry's relatives the other three brothers did not push down the growl that erupted from their throats. Harry nodded, a sweat drop appearing on his forehead.
"Well, look at the time," Harry chuckled nervously, backing away, and pulling Draco with him, "they should be getting home any minute now, we should hurry." By then the party of them, who had been, 'nonchalantly', following Harry, "reached the door. "We might stop by tomorrow for some catch up time," the Gryfindor chuckled, opening the door.
"But it's raining!" Donny said quickly, grasping Harry's arm that was not pushing Draco toward the door.
"And it's cold!" Ralph exclaimed, taking hold of Harry's other arm.
"Stay!" the other two pleaded. The Gryfindor sighed, looking to Draco who had a blank expression on his face. In a flash they were out side, the door closed. Harry looked around questioningly before his eyes landed on the lips of the smirking Draco.
"Malfoy." Harry said warningly, waiting for an explanation as to why the Slytherin had pulled him out of his friend's house, arms crossed over his chest. But since the rain fell onto him in big, plump drops, Draco felt no need to explain himself and merely grabbed his hand, bounding for the way they had came, back to the Dursleys.
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Two minutes of running later.
"I don't like them," Draco pointed out, waiting patiently for Harry to open the door to the house.
"Well you wouldn't, though I don't see why since all of them are former Slytherins," Harry pushed open the door to the house, a light blush covering his cheeks at the change of humidity, "I've known them since first year, ya know, didn't even know they were wizards, myself." Harry trailed off, pulling his soaking wet turtleneck over his head. Draco caught a glimpse of color on Harry's back before he turned around. "I'm gonna go change, join me?" The Gryfindor turned and proceeded up the stairs, that's when Draco caught sight of it. On Harry's back was a picture of a phoenix. At the sight of Harry's bare back, his slightly dulled Veela senses hummed and his already long hair tingled as he felt it grow. "Are you coming?" The Gryfindor turned to him, half way up the steps, eyebrows raised at Draco. At the sound of his voice, Draco snapped out of the daze his transformation was slowly coating him with. Pushing down the urge to shake his head in order to clear his mind, Draco followed up the steps, close behind the Gryfindor.
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Harry stared at his plate. Wearing a pair of slightly faded jeans that hugged his muscled legs and a black t-shirt, which accented his somewhat lean form, he sat across from Draco. The blonde Slytherin, adorned in black dress pants and a regular white businesslike shirt sat next to the whale Dudley-to his utter disgust- across from Harry-to his great disappointment- and next to the stick of the house which sat next to her husband, who sat at the head of the table, facing a woman they had brought along. The beauty had long, raven hair, flowing across her shoulders. Her sharp green eyes never left the form of his Harry as she ignored the food set in front of her. Draco stopped his slight evaluation to raise an eyebrow to the huge spread of goods and foods that could be compared to that of Hogwarts. At first sight, one would think the table would collapse at the very weight of it all. His attention was broken when someone cleared his or her throat.
"You've out done yourself this time, Harry," the woman smiled, placing a napkin on her lap as she made eye contact with him. A light blush colored his features and he offered a small smile as he looked into almost identical green eyes. If he didn't know any better, Draco would have thought them twins. The slightly older woman looked almost exactly like Harry. About the same height as the Gryfindor, and instead of pale skin hers was tanned, her hair, like Harry's waved slightly though she let it out over her shoulders. Both green-eyed beauties held a glint of knowledge beyond their years but still sheen of innocence in their wide-eyes.
" Jennifer, how was your flight?" the stick asked and Draco looked to her, the bristling the woman made over the woman's, or Jennifer's, comment made him think of a slightly younger McGonagall.
"Wonderful, Aunt Petunia, just wonderful," the girl smiled but Draco did not miss the look she gave the Gryfindor, which caused the raven-haired male to stifle a laugh. "And who is this? Are you related to Rocky and the others?" Jennifer turned to him, raising a graceful eyebrow. Draco took a quick glance around to see all eyes, including Harry's-which made him ecstatic- on him before standing from his chair and offering his hand to her.
"I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy," he smirked at her and her other eyebrow rose, looking to Harry momentarily before standing as well and shaking his hand.
"Jennifer, Jennifer Potter, it's a pleasure to meet you." Draco's shocked look was short lived before it disappeared at the releasing of her hand from his, lowering himself back to his seat, looking to the Gryfindor for an explanation.
"Will you be staying with us this summer?" Harry's sudden question made all eyes turn to him. The three Dursleys looked about to shout him to hell and back, Draco complete with his blank expression and Jennifer with a small happy smile on her face.
"Yes, until the end of August." Harry smiled widely at her answer, pushing away from his seat at the table.
"I think I'll be going to bed early, tonight," he announced, looking toward his relatives and Draco, "will you join me, Draco? Or would you rather finish your meal?" Harry asked, gesturing toward Draco's barely touched meal. Not waiting for an answer, Harry walked around the table, hugging his aunt from behind and nodding to his uncle and cousin, covering the look of disgust completely from his face, "Goodnight." He told them before walking to the other side of the table and giving Jennifer a long, big hug, whispering in her ear: "we'll talk some more in the morning." He released her with one last look to Draco over his shoulder before exiting the room. The blonde stood only seconds after, nodding to all of them before taking off after the Gryfindor.
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I hope you liked it and the answers of questions:
1) You'll have to continue to read to find out what Harry is going to be
2) Yes, Harry is repressing some things, you'll like it when he lets it out
3) I didn't understand the question about Draco saving Harry
4) No, Harry's not going to get in trouble because the Durselys Hardl notice if food is gone, Dudley eats everything anyway. They are greedy but they hate magic so they are basically at a mute point with Draco for now.
As above I answer any questions or concerns my readers have, please review, even if you want to tell me you don't exist or you do.