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Where we last left off...
"Sleep now, talk later," the Gryfindor mumbled before sleep over took his heavy lids. Draco rested his head on his formally propped up arm before tossing his arm over the Gryfindor and finally drifting to sleep.
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Chapter Five
Draco opened his eyes slowly, arm moving on it's own accord to search for his bedmate. Hn...Harry...Mate... Draco thought to himself still groggily searching. His eyes snapped open when he found that the bed was indeed empty and Harry's warm body was nowhere to be felt. Sitting up and putting a hand to his eyes to shut out a sudden burst of light he groaned.
"Well, it's about time you got your lazy arse out of the bed," the whale, Dudley, mumbled to himself, moving away from the curtains to stand at the door with that Jennifer girl he had met last night.
"Dudley!" she exclaimed, "be kind! He is your guest," she scolded, tossing a warm smile at Draco before turning gracefully and exiting the room. Draco watched, a bit wide-eyed as she left, transfixed by the wild movement her hair made, almost as if it were alive; the way it swished from side to side down her back reminding him of the way Potter's hair looked and moved. Catching the look Dudley gave him before the whale left, he snapped out of it and hopped out of bed, literally. His bladder told him he needed to use a rest room of sorts.
Slipping on a pair of knickers and running his slim digits through his hair he proceeded through the open door and down the immaculately clean hallway to where the bathroom appeared to be, which happened to be at the end of the hall next to the whale's father's bedroom. Cricking open the door, Draco proceeded to do his business while half awake.
"Now I will tell you what I've down for you," he heard someone singing. Turning to the shower that just so happened to be located opposite the tub he watched, shaking himself off and pulling up his pants. "Fifty thousand tears I've cried...Oh, screaming, deceiving and bleeding you. And you still won't hear me...go away...Don't hold my hand this time I'll save myself...Maybe I'll wake up for once...wake up for once...I'm tormented daily, defeated by you. Just when I thought I'd reach the bottom...I...dive...again," the person actually sounded pretty good, if not a little masculine, "I'm going under...Drowning you...I keep falling forever...Got to break through...I..." the shower turned off and Draco just stood there, transfixed as the almost see through curtain was pulled back and a pale arm reached out for the tower hanging on the wall, "So go on and scream, scream at me...so far...so far away...I won't be broken again...Got to breath..." Harry reached for the towel, grasped it and flapped it onto his wet mane of hair, the long strains pasted over his shoulders and on his chest, the straight, wet locks stopping at just above his nipple, his bare chest and smooth abs giving Malfoy an eye full, "cause I keep going under." He rocked his head a little bit to the beat in his head as he worked the water slowly from his hair, taking his sweet time, after all, it had been a while since he had a nice, long, relaxing shower. Eyes still closed, he wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped from the tub, fully intent on taking care of his teeth now; he didn't spend a hour on each tooth with that spell just to have them go yellow on him now.
Draco was practically drooling by the time Harry had wrapped the cloth around his waist and didn't bother to take his eyes off the boy's beautiful body even when he felt his ears tingle, nor when Harry opened his eyes at last. The Golden Boy jumped when he caught sight of him, a light blush coloring his cheeks, then ears, then traveled down to his neck and down his chest, below the towel... Draco's eyes snapped up, not having noticed that he was looking at Harry so hard. The latter of the two cleared his throat and the other gulped largely, forcing his eyes on Harry's face and trying to repress the growing of his ears. So that's where the phoenix's tail went...
"Is there something I can help you with, Draco? I was just about to..." Harry cleared his throat "brush my teeth..."
"I was just u-using the bathroom...s-sorry," he reached past Harry, flushed the toilet, rinsed his hands quickly and left the room as calm as he could, trying his best to insure himself that Harry had not seen the bulge in his open pants and also trying to forget that he had stuttered. The picture of the naked Gryfindor left his eyes slightly widened as he took his wand out of his pocket and proceeded to do all the magical things he needed to, to keep himself so perfect and crisp.
Harry stood there for a moment, still staring after Draco in a sort of shocked state until Jennifer came walking down the hall, looking critically at him the entire time.
"As remarkably handsome as you are Harry, I have no desire to see my baby cousin naked," she smirked, closing the wide bathroom door before turning into her Aunt and Uncle's room to have a talk with the silently talking pair.
One Jennifer Potter found one Draco Malfoy sitting impatiently at the table in the kitchen, obviously wanting something to quell his hunger, deducted from the foul look on his face.
"If you're hungry you're going to have to make it yourself," she smirked, crossing her arms over her blue summer dress, the end of it trimmed in lace black. The weather that day seemed extremely warm, so Draco wore one of his thinner blue jeans and a black t-shirt that hugged him nicely, opting for black sneakers that looked brand new over his usual leather, snake skin, or plad shoes.
"Is that so?" he raised an eyebrow at her as she took a seat across from him, crossing her slim legs under the table and making certain the dress covered her nicely shaped thighs, it was only knee high. The smirk she wore on her face was warm, but her eyes held a devious tint to them, much like Harry's eyes often did. Again, Draco felt a tingling in his ears but it completely disappeared when Dudley walked in. The youngest of the Malfoy clan did not particularly like the way he eyed Jennifer and definitely didn't like it when his beady little eyes looked his way. "Can I help you with something?" he asked rudely when the whale's eyes moved up and down his seated body, lingering on the place between his folded legs a little too long.
"I hope all of you are hungry," Harry broke the tense air as he entered the kitchen behind his cousin, tying a white apron around his waste as he directed himself toward the stove and cabinets, "how about some nice beacon, eggs and French toast? How does that sound?" he turned to the other silent parties of the kitchen, spatula in hand as he looked expectantly, though happily, to each person. Jennifer chuckled lightly, shaking her head at the over cheerful Gryfindor.
"Always trust you, Potter," she giggled, a delicate hand over her mouth to stifle them. He pouted at her and crossed his arms pointedly, tapping a foot to signal he was still waiting for an answer. "Yes, that will be more than fine, Harry." Looking over to Draco for a moment, her quick glace turned to observing him; he was watching Harry closely. The Gryfindor was dressed in a pair of tight black jeans and a blood red t-shirt; his strains of hair let out over his shoulders and down his back, still a little wet from his shower. At that thought the Slytherin's ears tingled horribly and he put a hand to one of them to control himself, pressing lightly on the sensitive skin there.
"Give me ten minutes and I'll be done," Harry said over his shoulder as he cracked a couple of eggs, bringing Draco from his daze.
"Do you want some help?" Jennifer asked, still looking at Draco, her lips pressed into a line in thought.
"Sure," he threw a smirk over his shoulder and turned back to flipping the toast. Jennifer rose and walked over to her cousin, tying the apron that was hooked next to the stove around her waste.
"You wanna go play outside?" Dudley asked him, almost eagerly.
"Does it involve physical contact?" Draco turned to Dudley who had been munching on a glazed donut at the sit in counter.
"Nah, we could play catch," the whale suggested and Draco took the time to survey him for a moment. Upon closer inspection, Dudley wasn't really fat but more so very butch and muscular. The large guy wore a pair of baggy sweat pants and a white wife-beater. Draco was surprised at himself; he didn't think he could miss the guy's muscular physique.
"Sure," the light smirk that played across his lips was somewhat playful, if not his usual arrogant face. He turned around to look back at Harry and saw the eyebrows raised at him from both Harry and Jennifer. "I'm going to play with Dudley," he told them as he got up from his chair and turned toward the door with Dudley, "Call me when breakfast is done," he called over his shoulder and left the house, going to play in the yard with Harry's cousin. Harry turned back to his task at hand, eyebrow still raised as he thought of Malfoy and Dudley playing together. Another thought came to his head but he let that pass as his female cousin began to cook the beacon.
"So, do you think he's cute?" Jennifer asked, pushing the beacon around so it didn't stick to the pan. Instead of blushing horribly like she expected him to, he smirked lightly at her and flipped another piece French toast.
"Why, do you?" the question was smooth as he looked at her through the corner of his eye, not having to look at her through his glasses because she was so close. She nudged his arm playfully and giggled, making his chuckle.
"Well look at you, all grown up, next thing you know you'll be asking me what positions I'd like him in," she giggled.
"Well..." he trailed off and she gasped at him, nudging him again.
Before either of them knew it, the food was done and the table was set. Harry's Aunt and Uncle came down the steps at the smell of food and he went to go retrieve his cousin and Malfoy from the front yard.
"Go long," he heard and he watched with a small smile as Dudley threw the ball and Draco ran to catch it, both were panting lightly. The ball flew toward Harry, but would have landed where Draco was standing, next to the steps, if Harry had not reached out and caught it.
"Breakfast is ready," he called to Dudley and smirked at the surprised look both Draco and his cousin gave him before he tossed the ball into Draco's outstretched hands and gracefully turned into the house.
Harry took a seat next to Jennifer, who sat next to Aunt Petunia, who sat at the head of the table, the other end where Uncle Vernon resided grumbling to him self. Draco headed upstairs to wash his hands while Dudley took his time coming in the house. After washing his hands quickly, he leaped down the steps and entered the dinning room with Dudley; both him and the cousin panting lightly, a light shin of sweat on Draco's forehead and a river on Dudley's. When Draco took a seat he noted that the table was much more comfortable than the night before and the family before him looked a lot more normal, not as uptight.
"We've decided to take a little vacation," Vernon told Jennifer, though he was talking to everyone present, "but this time we will not be taking Dudley with us." A quiet 'yes' was heard before Harry's head snapped up.
"But why?" he asked, almost hissing in snake at his sudden anger.
"He doesn't have fun anyway," the large man hissed out, cutting viciously into his French toast and taking five pieces in his mouth at once.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon," Harry bowed his head into his empty plate, losing his sudden burst of courage and knowing that when Jennifer left he would pay dearly for it.
"As it stands," Petunia seemed to cut through the tension Harry's whispered yes left them in, and she looked pointedly at Draco and Dudley, "you will be staying with Jennifer for a while, if not the rest of this month," then she turned to Harry, "and you may be living with her."
"But if we leave..." Harry tried but was interrupted.
"You stayed there before and nothing has happened to you. That woman called us today and said to send you with her," the line that his Aunt's lips had been pressed into was so tight he could hardly make out the words, but now he knew why his 'foster' parents seemed so grumpy this morning. Harry wanted to leap onto the table and do a happy dance but resisted only because Draco was there.
"When?" Draco suddenly asked, having been eating his food silently through out the conversation.
"Today."
Draco slid into the car next to his Harry, whose hair was currently pulled back (much to Draco's disappointment), Dudley at the front of the chair and Jennifer in the driver's seat.
"So explain to me your relation?" Draco said after they had been on the road for a bit, looking from Harry to Jennifer, who remained focused on the road, allowing Harry to take the floor.
"Well, you see I didn't know that Jenny was my cousin until the year before first year. She's only two years my elder and had married into the family of the Dursleys. Her mother, Jocelyn Potter, my aunt, had married Thomas Dursley, my uncle, a couple of years back but my Aunt Jocelyn and my father had put a new word to sibling rivalry, Jocelyn was in Slytherin, you see, and before she married Thomas, she had a fling with Michael Evans, my uncle on my mother's side, who was also on bad terms with my mother. Jennifer's father was Michael Evans and her mother, Jocelyn Potter, but we only found out about her when Thomas Dursley brought her home to Grandma Dursley, then we found out about Jenny here, who has been raised by her mother. It's confusing but if you think it over a bit it's understandable, and maybe a bit weird." Harry chuckled.
"Weird? You call my family history weird?" Jennifer hissed at him, glancing back at the talking pair.
"You have to admit, being that you're my cousin on more than one side is slightly odd," he chuckled, moving out of reach of the arm she tried to hit him with while looking at the road.
"You're an odd person, Harry Potter," Draco smirked, sounding almost...loving. The car went silent after that comment and Harry buried himself farther into his seat in embarrassment, resting his head on the plastic before the actual window. He watched, eyes half closed, as the ocean went by in a blur, beautiful houses along the shores, Dudley's snores along with the steady hum of the car making him drift in his sleep.
"There it is, it's not much, but it's home," Jennifer told them as the came around a hook and a large mansion-like building came into sight.
"Now where have I heard that before," Harry mumbled in his sleep as his head rolled to the side with another sharp turn. Draco looked to him, his ears throbbing and he felt them point slightly but not to the point where they would be terribly noticeable. He looked to Jennifer in something akin to pity. It was almost nightfall and they had started right after breakfast, she had been driving nonstop.
"Harry, Dudley, we're here," Jennifer called as she opened her car door and let out her stiff legs for a moment, relishing in the cool air that hit her face; she did live pretty high up. The air ruffled Harry's slight bang a bit, the Gryfindor opening his long lashes to grace the world with his large-eyed green gaze.
"What time is it?" he said groggily, stretching slightly with a covered yawn.
"When do we eat?" Dudley followed, yawning extremely loudly and stretching until his wrist hit the steering wheel.
"It's six o'clock and you eat when you make yourself something to eat," Jennifer answered, lifting herself from the car and standing her full height, regretting her decision to wear the short dress today. Harry was the second to exit the car, eager to see the house he had not visited in so long and trying to wake up from the stiffness of the Chevrolet. Draco was the third; wanting to view his dwellings for the next month or so and not liking that Dudley took to staring at him the moment he woke up.
"It looks bigger than the last time," Harry whispered to himself and Jennifer looked at him for a moment before moving to gather their trunks.
"It is, I added a garden and I got it approved for magical uses since it hasn't been in use for so long," she smirked, unlocking the cords holding their stuff in her small trunk and looking to Harry, Draco and the newly risen Dudley expectantly.
"You go unlock the door, we've got these," Harry smiled, lifting his trunk, Draco, Jennifer, and Dudley's from the small trunk quickly. Draco raised an eyebrow and grabbed his own and Harry's feeling somewhat obligated. Harry took Dudley's and Jennifer's even though Dudley tried to take them from him for the simple reason of showing off. Dudley's trunk weighed much more than all of them but Harry wasn't exactly weak so he did well to carry them up the twelve or so large steps that lay before the actual house.
"When were you going to tell me your cousin was magical?" Draco threw over his shoulder as he saw a couple of owls swoop in and out of some windows.
"I thought it was obvious," Harry smirked, a light sheen of sweat lining his forehead near his hairline as he looked up at Malfoy.
"You should have been there when mom found out, she forebode me from becoming a 'freak' as well," Dudley chuckled at Draco's back as the climb was finished. The grand doors were open for them and little blue birds were flying around, a whistling sort of music accompanying them; Draco half expected to see a deer come out of no where and sniff at his hand.
"I thought you guys would never get here," Jennifer giggled, looking down on them from the halls, leaning over the railing. She wore a silk white nightgown, the sleeves ending at her elbow, the end of the gown ending at her ankles; it looked warm and comfortable. "Let me show you to your rooms, gentlemen," she glided to the long, royal blue carpet and descended the steps gracefully, standing at the foot of the steps and waiting for them. Harry moved forward with the luggage before being stopped by a raised hand in his direction. "House elves," she smirked and Harry sighed, sounding somewhat relieved as he straightened his shirt and walked forward to meet her at the step. Draco and Dudley took a moment to put their tongues back in their mouths before they joined the ascending pair up the long, twirling flight of stairs. "Harry, tomorrow you and I will go shopping. I'm quite positive that the good clothes you have been wearing are the only decent sets you have. And we can get some robes while we're at it," Jennifer giggled as she led them down the hall at the right, this hall decorated in royal blue, like the steps, and a soft blue on the walls. Pictures of men with messy hair and large, hazel eyes adorned the walls, most standing erect and proud.
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