A/N: I hope that all of you are not too sore with me and that you will enjoy what I have written here. I don't have much time for pleasantries, but I really truly wanted to get my work out, so all of you could see it, again I apologize for the wait, thank you reviewers and review after you read!
Where we last left off:
Pictures of men with messy hair and large, hazel eyes adorned the walls, most standing erect and proud.
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Chapter Six
"What is this place?" Draco murmured as he identified a picture that looked just like the late James Potter.
"Potter Manor, of course," Jennifer answered, turning down another long hall and coming to a set of grand doors, a little smaller than the ones they entered but large none the less, "This is the East living Quarters, I hope you'll find this suitable Harry, it's bigger than when you last stayed and you don't have to share it with anyone," Draco missed the look Jennifer tossed at him in place of staring at the large living room. The carpeting of the room changed to an amazing scarlet, the large fireplace lit, gold, silk, curtains outlining two large, open stone windows. The furniture, which consisted of a large leather couch, love seat and recliner, sat in front of the fireplace, a simple mahogany table placed in front of the large couch. At the wall opposite of the furniture sat a mahogany desk, the front of it pushed against the wall, a rolling, black leather chair slid neatly under it, the initials H.P. engraved in the wood of the fine desk, paper sorters at each far corner, pushed against the wall. Gold stationary papers gleamed from in front of the leather chair, gold tipped quills and different colored ink lined up on the desk in front of the papers. Draco took in each and every detail as Harry glided his hands across everything he could to take in as much as he could just in case he never got to see this again.
"It's changed so much," he whispered, his slim digits caressing his engraved initials.
"I have been busy with it, this room especially. I'll make sure you never have to live like you did again, Harry..." Jennifer smiled warmly, gracefully walking to Harry and placing a hand to his back, Draco pushed down the urge to growl at the contact, not liking the contact shared between his Harry and Jennifer, "You know this is all yours, technically, this all goes to you. The mansion, the gardens, the land, everything," the glint in her eyes made Draco want to tear her apart, the love in her eyes making the Slytherin hostile though he tried his best to push it down.
"What do you mean?" Harry brought his eyes from the desk to look to his cousin, a gracefully risen eyebrow directed at her.
"When your father died, the youngest of the Potter family, he left you this, the lands he owned became yours, but because you were unable to claim it, my mother did. Then she off and married that horrid man and went to live with him, leaving me here, by myself," she glanced at Dudley in apology, hoping the large teen would not take offense to her words, "and when you come of age, Harry, this will all be yours, if you do not wish to take it now," she offered, stepping away from him to go stand by the window. The slightly open curtains revealed a prefect view of the lands, which consisted of eight gardens, three stables, and fields on each corner and beyond the fields were mountains as far as the eye can see. "You own it all, Harry," she whispered and Harry stared at her for a moment, trying to figure out what she was trying to say.
"You will stay here of course," he said finally, loud enough for her to turn to him, "if anything were to happen to me it would go to you, and I would not think of turning you away or out of anywhere, especially not our home," he assured, walking toward her and enveloping Jennifer in a light hug around the waist, "and I'll put it in writing if I have to," he smirked when she pulled away to look at him. She smiled cheekily, warmly before directing her attention toward the forgotten pair, who stood at the door watching the scene un-raffle and raffle again.
"Well, sorry you two," Jennifer giggled, a light blush splattering across her features as well as Harry's, "let me show you to your rooms," she smiled, walking toward the door when Harry let her go.
"That's ok, I'll stay here with Potter," Draco told her nonchalantly, waving a hand in the air in dismissal. She raised an eyebrow at him then looked to Harry who looked even more surprised then he had when he first saw Draco in his Uncle's home. Draco resisted the urge to smirk widely, or even smile and even more nonchalantly glided over to the large leather couch, making him self comfortable on the smooth, soft material. Harry shook his head at Draco before shrugging to Jennifer. She nodded, almost knowingly and walked out, waiting patiently for Dudley to follow. Instead of going on his impulse to stay, the large teen turned slowly around, attention on the reclining Draco before turning completely and following Jennifer down the hall. The doors closed softly behind the retreating pair and Harry took another look around before turning to Draco, who sat, almost too comfortable, in front of the fireplace, a light smirk on his features, like he was content.
"Will you ignore me for about three seconds?" Harry asked when Draco looked to him questioningly; after all, Harry had been standing there staring at him for quiet some time. Draco shrugged, leaning his head back and staring at the ceiling. "Thank you," the Gryfindor said calmly, then none-to-calmly, "Yes," he jumped up and down four times, albeit happily and loudly. Suddenly he stopped, looking calmer then before though his sudden outburst caused Draco to look to him sharply.
"What was that all about?" The Slytherin asked, both eyebrows rose at the light smiling Gryfindor.
"I did tell you to ignore me," Harry pointed out and went to go look at his bedroom but more so his bathroom for the simple fact of wanting a nice, long, relaxing, drawn out, soaking bath.
"Where are you going?" the other party of the room asked, looking to him from the couch expectantly, his voice almost eager, sounding more like 'I want to come'.
"To my room, why, you wanna come?" The Gryfindor hadn't meant to make it sound like that but what else was he suppose to say? I'm going to look at my toilet, want to join me? Why don't you come along? Do you want to have mad passionate sex? Woah, wait a sec...back that up... where the hell did that come from? The Gryfindor had paused; hand on the doorknob to what he remembered as his room, turning the odd and completely unexpected thought in his head over and over again.
"You alright?" Draco asked, attempting to sound impatient but failing miserably.
"Huh?" Oh yeah, Harry thought, room, "yeah, I'm fine." Turning the knob and pushing the amazingly silent door open Harry stared, mouth agape at his room, if he wasn't confused with someone else's that is.
At the far end of the room, two large, walk in windows were set in silk, black curtains, the wind ruffling the light material like magic. In between the windows in which two people Dudley's size could walk through a four-poster bed sat. The large bed held a European air about it, speaking elegance and poise. Around the bed, satin curtains of the reddest red tied were tied back in preparation for the sleeper, among the mountains of red and black pillows and many sheets of silk for warmth lay one, no, two pairs of pajama sets for each of them. One emerald green and one silver, but Harry was not concerned with them when he looked to the bed, no, because his attention was directed to the ceiling which seemed to lay so high above the floor three Hagrids could stand on one another's head and still not reach it. It reflected the sky out side, which was set in stars, the beautiful moon lighting the night sky, and because the sky was in an enclosed space, the moon provided prefect light for the room.
Against the far left of the room, where another door was located, Harry observed a large, mirror, all types of things laid out on top of the dressing desk in front of the mirror, a simple stool, which was leather, set in front of the mirror... he wasn't a girl...but that gel would probably come in handy. Right in front of one of the walk in windows, which lead to a large balcony, sat a large, leather recliner, the one in this room larger than the recliner in the living room and could have possibly fit two people on there, though they would probably have to be slim. One the far right of the room, next to two other sets of doors sat a desk, simple, compared to the rest of the room. The desk's top was made of glass, as Harry found when he ran his head over it but the thing that surprised him the most was what lay on the desk, the only objects adorning the simple desk was, in fact, a computer. A laptop if you will, with a keyboard, mouse, printer, scanner, digital camera, small microphone, speakers and web cam, Harry had never seen a real one this close. Sure, he knew how to use one but he didn't think he'd be able to...have one...this was getting better by the second.
Looking to Draco, the Gryfindor watched as the Slytherin ran a hand over the curtains of the bed, looking at the pillows and sheets almost longingly, he couldn't help the small smile that filtered across his features.
"Are you tired?" He asked softly, and for some reason Draco felt his heart contract.
"Yeah, I guess," he mumbled, shrugging.
"Then go to sleep," gesturing toward the bed, Harry grasped the knob
of on of the handles of the doors on the far right of the room. A
walk in
closet...? Wow...He closed that door and opened the other...long scary hall...later
inspection...Turning on his heel and heading for the third door of mystery,
but not before locking the door with the long scary hall, he grasped the
knob. "Where are you going now?" Draco asked when he went to go step into
the glowing bathroom, which happened to be half normal bathroom and half
hot spring with little fairies flying around the trees lined up there.
"I'm going to take a dip in the magical hot spring over there. You can join me if you like," Harry shrugged but stopped in the doorway, turning what he just said around in his head...damn hormones...damn genes.
"Sure, I could use a relaxing..." Draco's sentence trailed off as he came in behind Harry, it looked like they had a choice in how they washed themselves. The room looked literally split in half. On one side was a room and toilet adjacent to the prefects bathroom at Hogwarts and on the other side looked like something straight out of a fairytale...so Hogwarts or fairy tale...you can imagine which they took, well you're wrong, they took the fairytale. Harry chuckled at the look on Draco's face and walked toward the hot spring, followed by Draco and as soon as they stepped onto the grass from the door the other side disappeared and the door laid in a tree when they turned back to it, they were completely surrounded by nature. The full moon hung in the air as Harry and Draco stared, Harry sighed, blushing down the urge to howl at the tempting moon, pushing down his senses to take to looking at Draco. He'd have to talk to Jennifer later about this, it was nice...perfect...but his thoughts on the scenery were short lived when he saw Draco's eyes flash for a moment, and could have sworn that the blonde's ears were longer or...pointer. It was probably his imagination but the Slytherin looked back to him and smirked. "Well are you going to get in, Potter?" Harry could have also sworn he'd seen those lips curve over a fang but then again his senses were humming, that was probably the usual size of Draco's teeth and his over active imagination saw a fang...but... "Potter...?"
"Um...yeah," Harry said distractedly, staring at the Malfoy heir oddly for a moment before grasping the tail of the shirt and pulling it over his head, revealing his lightly muscled, washboard stomach and muscular but pale arms. Draco turned away from him but covered by grasping his own shirttail and pulling the cloth over his head. Harry grasped his ponytail holder and pulled down, letting his raven locks flow over his bare shoulders for a moment before taking to his belt. Toeing off his shoes, Draco also turned to his belt, back facing Harry as he pulled down the jeans and took off his socks. Standing with his boxers on he turned to the Gryfindor and almost dropped his jaw to the ground. Harry stood completely bare at the edge of the water, his hair following down his back as he took a step into the water. The warm temperature sent little goose bumps up the length of his leg, causing a light shiver that did not go unnoticed by Draco who was watching the Gryfindor closely.
Bare as well, Draco stepped in toe with Harry, so close they almost touched though Draco stood at the bank of the hot spring instead of venturing farther like Harry. Resting his back on a rather large rock in the middle of the spring, the water deeper in the waters surrounding the rock then next to it, Harry tilted his head back and listened to what he could. A light song seemed to be playing, reminding him of the music he heard at the beginning of a song called 'A Thousand Miles', it was somewhat relaxing. But that was not all he heard. He heard the shallow breaths of Draco, the mischievous giggles of the surrounding fairies and he heard a heart beat...two, one beating opposite the other. Cracking one of his closed lids open, Harry looked to Draco.
"Are you okay?" Looking up at Harry from Harry's body, Draco almost blushed, a heart was starting to ache, and he couldn't hold his transformation for much longer.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he answered as he swam closer to the Gryfindor, the water coming up to his chin, then he let go. His hair, now wet, covered his long gated ears and the fact that his hair already reached a little past his shoulders hid it's growth in length. His mouth closed to hide his fangs, Draco lidded his eyes slightly, hiding their slits and their growth in size, "why do you ask?" The Slytherin, used to speaking through his fangs, did not sound much different.
"No reason," closing his eyes and senses, the Gryfindor sighed deeply, allowing his mind to wander...
The sound of a hand hitting raw flesh echoed in the Gryfindor's
sensitive ears, the sting of the slap sending him tumbling backwards.
"No, I'm sorry Uncle Vernon, it won't happen again," Harry pleaded as
he backed away. Not now, not when the one and only Draco Malfoy sat
upstairs, in his room.
"That's what you said last time, boy," Vernon hissed, their voices
were but whispers but they always heard, everyone always heard when the
screams came. An over large fist flew through the air and hit it's intended
target, Harry's stomach. Blood spattered the front of the silk green shirt
as Harry coughed, the blow seemingly haven broken a few ribs.
"But..." he said weakly, still on his feet as his uncle pulled back for
another blow, "Malfoy..." another hit, this one to his chest, unexpected.
"You will call him Draco, understood," a slap to the face. At this
the Gryfindor lost his balance and tumbled into a wall, the blood he
continued to cough up splattering all over the delicate papering.
"Yes..." he croaked through a mouth full of his blood, "Uncle..." before
he was able to finish he was grabbed roughly and thrown to the carpet, the
blood color of it disguising the previous stains.
"Look what you did you little freak," his uncle hissed, turning the
boy over to look at him. He thought he could take him, but now, looking
into the face of his beastly Uncle he was still that scared little boy,
that cowering child, "you're aunt is going to be furious." Grabbing the
boy's hair, Vernon threw his head against the wall, smirking when he heard
a crack in the process and almost smiling when Harry crumbled to the floor.
"You know we are far from done." His voice danced in Harry's pounding head,
the sound of his own heartbeat threatening to destroy his eardrums, the
sound of Vernon's labored breaths accompanying the harsh thump, reminding
him of what was to come.
"No, not this time..." Harry tired to crawl up the wall in order to
stand but his Uncle grabbed his pant leg roughly, ripping it from him and
effectively flooring Harry.
"Yes, yes, yes..."
Harry's head snapped up, head colliding with Draco's in effort to escape his flashback.
"Draco," he whispered, staring into startled silver eyes...startled slit silver eyes. Harry stared, fascinated as Draco's iris slowly became a circle again and the blonde backed away. "Well I'm pretty sure your eyes don't do that naturally," Harry puffed out, looking to the Slytherin in a mixture of surprise, confusion and expectancy. Draco looked between Harry and the door, thinking he could simply run out the door but quickly discarded the stupid thought.
"Well...as you know the Malfoy line is..." he was interrupted.
"A bunch of high nosed aristocrats," Harry's tone was completely and utterly innocence no matter how much offense Draco took to the simple comment. Glaring at the Gryfindor for a moment Draco continued.
"Known for perfection..." again, he was interrupted.
"That too." Draco glared at that but simply turned his nose up at him and spoke in his regular ice tone; after all, Harry was being a stubborn Gryfindork so he had every right to at least act like a slimy git.
"My grandfather, however kind hearted he was, was still a Malfoy, and as a Malfoy he appreciated beauty. In his stay at Hogwarts, he met a beautiful woman, my grandmother, whose beauty far exceeded any natural human."
"You mean like a Veela?" this time Harry made a point to look at him innocently, pouting out his lip cutely so the blonde wouldn't get angry at the interruption. Draco let it slide, who wouldn't with that face?
"Yes and no, you see a Veela is tainted. It is the weak mixture of what you call Elvin, Muggles and a regular wizard. My grandmother was an Elvin."
"You mean your grandmother was like a house elf," Harry made a face and Draco took a moment to look deeply insulted.
"Merlin no!" His exclamation made the surrounding fairies pause in their tune before they continued along with the rest of Draco's explanation. "A house elf is of completely different lineage, a mixture of a bug and a wizard or something of the sort. Elvin are the beings that you're told about in fairytales, long ears, humanoid bodies dark/ pale hair. My grandmother was an Elvin, who had taken to living in the wizard society." Draco paused to look to Harry, who sat looking to him attentively, waiting for any questions or comments the Gryfindor would want to make. Him having no comment Draco continued. "Doing so, she vowed to her clan that she would begin a line of Veela all her own, starting with her children. Grandmother had four, one of which was my father, who was the first of the Veela line, the Malfoy Veela line if you will. The other children were woman and so my father was the only one left to continue the line, with me."
"So you are the second generation of Veela? Wouldn't your mother have to be a Veela as well for you to be a full-blown Veela? Don't they change when they get angry? I've never seen you change. Are you angry now, is that why your ears changed?" The questions shot out of Harry's mouth like a cannon and Draco sighed deeply.
"Yes, I am the second generation of Veela, my mother is also a Veela but not so closely tied into the Elvin linage. Male Veela, which are very rare, do not change when they are angry and you see me change now because I have been suppressing my instincts ever since I came into my line, for the simple reason of not having any time. Does that answer all of your questions?" The tone Draco used reminded Harry of the time Draco made fun of his flying techniques about three years back. Harry shook his head, feeling somewhat dejected all of a sudden and took to staring at the ripples in the water.
"Excuse me," a little voice was heard. The Gryfindor raised his head to look toward the trees, as did Draco; to see a little blue fairy floating aside from all the rest, "Master Potter, Mr. Malfoy, Jennifer said that if you are hungry you should come down to eat now and if not have a good night." The little fairy's voice was no louder then the barest of a whisper and no deeper than a fifteen year old boy's. Looking to Draco, who shook his head, Harry turned back to the male fairy...he didn't know they existed...he was kinda cute too.
"Oh, no thank you for the dinner and you can call me Harry, what is your name?" The Gryfindor moved his bum along the base of the spring to get closer to the fairy in order to get a better look at him.
"Christopher, nice to meet you Master...I mean Harry," the light purple color of the fairy's face signaled his blush and Harry smiled charmingly at the little guy.
"Nice to meet you as well, this is Draco Malfoy, he's a friend of mine and I suppose he will be staying for a little while," Harry tossed his head toward Draco in a small gesture of announcing his presence, even though the Slytherin hadn't moved.
"Hello Mr. Malfoy, are you Harry's husband?" the question as innocent enough but you wouldn't think that considering the deep blush Harry fell into, the raven-haired boy allowing his head to dip into the water for a moment.
"No, we were enemies just a week ago," at Draco's icy tone Christopher bowed his head.
"Would you like anything, Harry?" Christopher changed the subject.
"No, thank you," the Gryfindor had lifted his hair out of the water to look to Christopher, flashing him a charming smile before the fairy returned it and flew away.
"You're meaner in this form," Harry pointed out, leaning a little closer to Draco to run his hand through the blonde's hair shortly.
"Well because we don't change, which lets out anger, our tempers are higher than what ever normal is." Draco explained pointedly, letting his eyelids drop a little at the feel of Harry's hands on his scalp. Harry nodded and moved until he stood up in the water in front of Draco.
"Now that you mention it, you are very pretty for a guy, and you do seem to be on your period a lot," at Harry's smirk Draco glared, watching as the Gryfindor glided through the water towards a towel laid out on the back of the hot spring. The steam rolled off of his body in waves as each inch was reveled to Draco's eyes, the slits narrowing until there seemed to be no iris, the once circles a straight line down his retina, one of his hearts pounding abnormally fast while the other pounded as fast as a human heart could without failing. Harry sighed deeply as he wrapped the towel around his waste, breaking Draco from his self-induced trance, a good thing.
"I confessed," Draco cleared his throat, following Harry's path out of the water, "now it's you're turn."
"What do you mean?" Harry question was simple as he grasped the handle to the wooden door and opened it. Immediately the missing half of the bathroom reappeared and Harry took a moment to survey it before stepping onto the carpeting of his room. Draco followed quickly behind, not exactly scared but anxious to get some clothing on his bum.
"I mean, what are you? Because you sure as hell aren't human." Harry's brow frowned and he took a breath to speak his mind. A sudden loud 'pop' interrupted him however and the Gryfindor looked toward the bathroom door in which the house elf stood in.
"Master Harry Potter, Sir, Mistress Jennifer Potter said that your friends are here and to come down right away," the house elf said hurriedly. The house elf's voice was high, reminding him of Winky, at Hogwarts and her skin was of a light blue color, her larger than normal eyes were amber and Harry took a moment to take in her little bell bottoms and tank top, the clothing very clean for an elf and he had to admit, if he were an elf he'd take a jab at her.
"My friends?" Harry asked after a moment, raising an eyebrow at the elf before moving toward his dresser in search of something to wear.
"Yes, a Mr. Ronald Wealsey and a Ms. Hermoine Granger, Sir," she told him, stepping onto the carpet timidly, her small toes wiggling happily on the plush carpeting. Harry nodded, taking his bottom lip lightly between his teeth as he looked over some black jeans before shrugging and sliding them over his thin waist, allowing the towel to fall for a moment. Draco stared, transfixed for the slowed down seconds it took for Harry to zipper the zipper and button his fly, his mouth watered slightly and he shook his head lightly, going to find himself something to wear with a nod to Harry.
"Okay, I'm on my way," he mumbled as he rummaged for a shirt. He found a silk green button up, long sleeved shirt and tossed it over his shoulders before following the house elf to his door. "I wonder how they knew I was here," he mused, walking into his common room. "Come on, Draco," Harry called as he followed the smirking elf. He didn't know they could look so good, thinking they were a lowly race even though he didn't exactly believe in that type of thing.
"Coming," he heard and Draco emerged from a room next to his, wearing a pair of plain black dress pants and a button up white business-like shirt. Raising an eyebrow, Harry took a moment to take in the Slytherin's ears, which were back to normal and his shorter hair, which he pulled in a neat ponytail. The blonde's form as he stood at the door way reminded him of Lucius Malfoy, proud, sexy and somewhat intimidating...Harry shook his head, did he just think that Draco was sexy? At that, did he just think LUCIUS MALFOY was sexy?
Well, that's all for now!