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Where we last left off....
At that, did he just think LUCIUS MALFOY was sexy?
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Chapter Seven
"Mistress Jennifer Potter did say to hurry, sire," the little house elf urged as Harry took a moment to gather himself. Draco on the other hand didn't notice the look Harry had been giving, the blonde haven been transfixed by the open, green silk shirt on Harry's shoulders. Harry nodded to the elf and followed her out of the large doors that led from his quarters to the hall, Draco trying his best to shake himself from his reverie on Harry's body.
"So, what is your name?" Harry asked conversationally, hands behind his back as he walked, not bothered at all that his shirt was wide open. Draco walked by his side down the long hall, trying his best to keep his eyes off of the Gryfindor's body, the pink nubs on Harry's best trying their best to drawn his attention as the green silk shirt fluttered slightly with Harry's every step.
"Tammy, sire," the house elf, said happily, bringing them to the steps, "Tammy will leave you here, sirs, Mistress Jennifer Potter, Mr. Ronald Wealsey and Ms. Hermoine Granger are waiting for you in the foyer," with a neat bow and a 'pop' she disappeared.
"Well, that was different..." Draco breathed well naturally, standing back as Harry nodded and walked down the steps with a nod of thanks toward Draco's gentlemen antics. When they reached the bottom of the staircase, Harry looked around them, seeing a set of doors slightly ajar, the stained blue, red, yellow and green glass leading to where he could distinctly hear voices.
"I can't wait to see him," Harry heard Ron's familiar voice as he approached the room. Glancing back at Draco to see the blonde staring fixedly at his back he shrugged and pushed the door open. Two gasp were heard when he entered the room and Harry made eye contact with his two best friends.
"Harry," Hermoine breathed, shamelessly raking her eyes up and down the Gryfindor's form, mouth agape. Ron was not in a much better state, his brown eyes widening at his best friend's appearance jaw slack as well. Draco pushed down the urge to growl possessively but instead stepped up slightly to let his presence be known. Hermoine and Ron's jaws clicked shut at the sight of the youngest Malfoy and both stood.
"Malfoy," Ron nodded, eyes narrowed suspiciously as he glanced between the two of them.
"Well are the two of you just going to stand there or give me a hug?" Harry asked testily after a moment of silence, taking a quick look at his cousin who was smirking lightly, a knowing look in her eyes. Without a second thought, both Gryfindor's lunged themselves at the third member of their trio, hugging the life out of him, Hermoine and even Ron showering his face with kisses of greeting. Draco growled low enough for only him to hear. "What are you two doing here?" he chuckled, as they continued to kiss him, feeling and seeing the red head move closer and closer toward his pink lips. He released himself from their hold just as Ron laid a 'misplaced' kiss on his lips, the touch soft, sending a jolt of excitement down the shorter Gryfindor's spine.
"Dumbledore contacted us," Hermoine blushed, turning the color of Ron's hair for basically trying to snog Harry with Ron at her side, doing the same. She didn't know what came over her, though it wasn't like the pair had not kissed the Golden boy before but nothing like that. Nothing that made her heart pound the way it did when she was...
"Is that why I'm here?" Harry said suddenly, slightly surprised that Draco had said the same thing, the 'enemies' breaking Hermoine's spoiled thoughts.
"Yeah, Dumbledore had sent Malfoy over to your place and when he saw what was really happening to you at the Dursleys," here Ron paused, fuming for a moment, "he sent Jennifer here for you, helping her get this place together so you could have some place to really call home. It seemed to me like he was trying to make it up to you," Ron's voice was soft as he took a seat next to Jennifer who was dressed in her same night gown, a light silk, white robe over her shoulders.
"Technically, we're suppose to visit tomorrow but Ron here couldn't wait," Hermoine smiled, "we were sent to pick up Malfoy," she told him, talking a seat on the sofa across from the two chairs Jennifer and Ron occupied. Glancing at Malfoy again, Harry moved to sit next to her.
"Pick up Malfoy?" he questioned and Hermoine noted his increased grace as he flopped down next to her, the whoosh of air comforting as she took in another one of his traits: when he sat next to someone he was close enough to touch with the slightest of movement but not so close it was uncomfortable.
"Yes, Dumbledore said that Malfoy's father is out of hiding and is ready for his son to return," at this she looked to a surprised Draco who had not taken a seat and decided to lean casually on the wall next to the door. Harry bit his lip again in thought, glancing nervously at Draco and wondering briefly if he should object to the youngest Malfoy heir leaving, he was starting to really enjoy the Veela's company. Harry nodded.
"So I suppose you will be taking him tonight?" he asked, suddenly realizing how tired he actually was and leaning more into the soft, light brown couch. Hermoine nodded, standing.
"It'd be best, then we could come back tomorrow and spend the entire day together," she smiled softly at the Gryfindor and Harry stood to meet her, giving her a hug by wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. Harry haven pulled back slightly to smile down at her, Hermoine noticed the sensuality of his lips and how tempting he looked just then before shaking herself and moving back as well. This two-second exchange went unnoticed by all except Draco and Jennifer. The Slytherin opened his mouth to protest but found it dying on his lips when Harry stepped to him, arms wide. The Gryfindor wrapped his arms around Draco's neck in a hug, standing on his toes slightly to do so and surprising Hermoine and Ron as he did so.
"It was nice getting to actually know you, Draco," Harry smiled softly when he pulled away the shocked Slytherin's lips slightly parted in awe. Stiffly a yawn Harry gave a hug and a kiss to Ron and Jennifer, bid them goodnight and trudged up the stairs within the time span of sixty seconds...
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Draco looked toward the two Gryfindors and sent a light scowl their way before following the Gryfindor up stairs to get his things, tossing, "I'm going to get my stuff," over his shoulder as he did so. When he entered the common room he found Harry laying casually on the couch staring at the blazing fire, his brow frowned.
"I thought you would have let the house elves get your things," he said as Draco walked toward him, not looking up from the beautiful burn.
"I wanted to say good-bye properly," he heard as the blonde took a seat on the edge of the couch, looking down on him as he did so.
"What's going to happen at school, we were enemies only days ago," Harry tried to chuckle, failing when it only came out as a weak smile and snort. Harry's large eyes blinked up at Draco, lips slightly parted as the blonde stared down on him.
"People change," was his response, the blonde shrugged lightly, bending down slightly as he closed the space between Harry and himself. The Gryfindor inhaled sharply at the feel of warm lips upon his cold ones. "See you at school, Harry," Draco smiled against his lips, pulling away. Draco stood and left with those words, dragging his still packed trunk behind him as he did so. Both boys let the events of the past three or four days play through their minds, and both could not believe any of it had happened...
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Harry awoke the next morning in his new bed, a light smile curving over his features as he did so, sitting up. The silk sheets pooled at his bare waist as he found himself to be completely naked, then remembered with a bright blush what he had done the previous night, after Draco had left. Well, what was he supposed to do? Go to sleep with a hard on? I think not. Harry shrugged to himself. Taking a glance around the room he decided to do a little net searching, being mindful of the fact that he was completely naked but ignoring it, he rose from his bed and padded over to his computer and desk. Pushing a little button at the side of the screen, a curious look adorning his features, he sat back and watching in awe as the screen came on.
"Hello Harry," the computer said to him and he smiled at it as the screen read the same words, "What would you like to do today?" Harry thought for a bit.
"Could you tell me what's behind the door leading to the long hallway?" he typed in, surprising him self when he typed the words quickly, saying them to himself.
"That door leads to all the rooms in the house, when you opened it, you did not give it a destination. If you had walked in at that time, you would not have come out without knowing how it works." The computer told him and he smiled brightly, giving himself a pat on the back in his head.
"How does it work then?" he typed eagerly.
"How to use the door of Mysteries:" it read, coming up with a long list of things and Harry fingered his glasses, only to feel nothing there, he could see without them!
"Hello Harry," a cheery voice told him, interrupting the droning of the computer and the face of his cousin popped up on the side of the screen. "How are you this morning?" her voice held a light chuckle and Harry smiled at her, his eyes scrunching up slightly as he did so.
"I'm great, Jenny," his bright voice made his cousin's smile widen, "how are you?"
"Fine, fine," she waved, giggling.
"Do you happen to know what happened to my glasses?" his suspicious voice held an 'I'm not made at you' tone to it.
"Oh, I told Christopher to remove them and correct your eye sight while you were sleeping," she waved him off as if it didn't matter, "why don't you come down for breakfast? We can discuss what we're going to do today," she smiled, clinking off the screen. His computer blacked out and he assumed that meant that he didn't have a choice of coming down or not. Going to his walk in closet he carefully chose a pair of silk white pajama pants that he slid over his thighs before going in search of the kitchen. Opening the door that led to the hall, the Gryfindor was surprised to see a tall male at his door. The purple-eyed teen before him stood over Harry at about six feet, his long blue-hair giving him a feminine look though his broad shoulders and muscular frame suggested otherwise. Harry shamelessly raked his eyes up and down the tall male's frame.
"Hello, Harry," he smiled at him, showing a set of straight, white teeth, "allow me to escort you to the kitchen." The tall male offered his arm, his butler outfit explaining what he was doing in his wing of the Manor.
"Who are you?" The Gryfindor asked, stepping from his common room and into the hall, closing the door behind him. The butler snapped and a white silk robe produced itself in mid air, the man plucking it from the air gracefully and held it out to the Gryfindor expectantly. Harry turned around slowly, and the male stepped to his back, placing his arms gently in the light material and sliding it over his smooth, pale shoulders.
"Christopher, sire," said the tall male, turning gracefully down the hall and walking toward the stairs.
"But..." Harry trailed off, looking over the males form from behind as he walked down the long, spiraling staircase.
"This is my human form, sire," Christopher told him over his shoulder, his voice deeper than Harry's own. Harry pursed his lips slightly, nodding to himself as if in agreement. He did look good... "Here we are," Christopher bowed and left Harry at the entrance of the dinning room where the table looked about to crumble with all the foods and drinks and deserts set upon it, Harry did a happy dance in his mind.
"I thought you would never get down here," Jennifer giggled, placing her spoon down and patting at her mouth daintily.
"You could have told me you were going to send someone up like that," Harry grumbled but could not take the wide smile from his face as he took a seat next to Jennifer who sat at the head of the long table.
"And miss you gaping like a fish," she giggled, watching as Harry pulled a bowl of cream of wheat in front of him, "I think not." Harry tried to sneer at her but failed miserably when a little bird landed on her shoulder and he smiled. She whistled at it and it did so back.
"Nature hoe," he grumbled to himself, taking a nice big spoonful of the creamy substance and sticking it in his mouth. He made a sound of appreciation before continuing his meal in silence.
"So, Hermoine and Ron called and said they'd be by at noon, which gives you enough time to get ready, then I called Donny and the others, they said they'd happily join the three of you and I'm coming along as well," Jennifer told him, buttering a piece of toast casually and Harry did the same at the same time, neither acknowledging the fact that they had done so.
"Why are so many people coming?" Harry asked, looking up from his toast as they both dipped it in their cream of wheat and took a bit.
"We, my dear, are going to show you what it's like to be a real Potter," she smirked.
"You sound like Malfoy," he chuckled, taking another bit of his cream of wheat and toast.
"He has the right idea," Jennifer took a sip of her orange juice, smirking wickedly at what she was about to do with her cousin...
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Draco stared at He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named unflinchingly, his features completely blank as his father's lord looked him over.
"He has grown into a young man, Lucius," the deformed male said appraisingly, leaning to his side slightly, where Draco's father stood. Draco did not look over to him, afraid of the look that would be directed at him by his father. 'Father?' Draco scuffed lightly in his head, not breaking the eye contact he shared between Voldemort and himself. "A little older and he may make a fine pet," if Draco had not been standing directly in front of the lord he would have shown a face of complete and utter disgust. Draco did not flinch however, and held his silver eyes to that of Voldemort's.
"Lord," he said firmly, not bowing or kneeling in respect as many had before him, "if I may be excused. I am still a student and I do wish to obtain the school supplies I will need to graduate." His voice was cool and precious, portraying nothing of the anxiousness he felt toward leaving the ugly lord's presence.
"Well done, Lucius, he has a strong spirit," the smirk over Voldemort's lined mouth sent an unpleasant shiver down Draco's spine but he did not show it, not even in the slight movement of his body. "I am aware of the fact that you spent your short vacation over Harry Potter's house," the way he spat Harry's name made him flinch slightly, "any news?" Voldemort did not notice his flinch for he seemed to be completely occupied by Draco's body.
"We have tossed our rivalry to the wind," Draco said, almost proudly, "with more time I am sure he will be able to trust me completely," the smirk that slowly formed on Draco's face was for show as his mind went a mile a minute, trying to find a way to get himself out of the hole he was slowly digging for himself.
"And the dark mark?" Voldemort's voice was too eager for his liking and he forced the smirk to remain on his lips.
"I can not get the mark now for it is not my seventh year and I am certain Potter would notice an abrasion on my skin..." he caught his mistake too late.
"Does he see your skin often?" Voldemort raised his nonexistent eyebrow and Draco let his smirk fall.
"No, but I do like to flaunt what I have," his smirk returned and he flicked his hair over his shoulder gracefully to prove his point. Voldemort waved his hand over him.
"You are dismissed," Draco did not like the glint in Voldemort's snake-like eyes but he turned none-the-less and left with a quick glance to his father who looked older than he had moments before. Draco shrugged gracefully, he'd think about it later, right now he wanted to owl Blaise and Theodore so he could go to Diagon Alley for some fun and shopping, if he was lucky, he'd see Potter...
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I hope you liked it and I'm very very sorry it took so long to put up, well, I have yo go, please review but other than that, until next time ~_^
Where we last left off....
At that, did he just think LUCIUS MALFOY was sexy?
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Chapter Seven
"Mistress Jennifer Potter did say to hurry, sire," the little house elf urged as Harry took a moment to gather himself. Draco on the other hand didn't notice the look Harry had been giving, the blonde haven been transfixed by the open, green silk shirt on Harry's shoulders. Harry nodded to the elf and followed her out of the large doors that led from his quarters to the hall, Draco trying his best to shake himself from his reverie on Harry's body.
"So, what is your name?" Harry asked conversationally, hands behind his back as he walked, not bothered at all that his shirt was wide open. Draco walked by his side down the long hall, trying his best to keep his eyes off of the Gryfindor's body, the pink nubs on Harry's best trying their best to drawn his attention as the green silk shirt fluttered slightly with Harry's every step.
"Tammy, sire," the house elf, said happily, bringing them to the steps, "Tammy will leave you here, sirs, Mistress Jennifer Potter, Mr. Ronald Wealsey and Ms. Hermoine Granger are waiting for you in the foyer," with a neat bow and a 'pop' she disappeared.
"Well, that was different..." Draco breathed well naturally, standing back as Harry nodded and walked down the steps with a nod of thanks toward Draco's gentlemen antics. When they reached the bottom of the staircase, Harry looked around them, seeing a set of doors slightly ajar, the stained blue, red, yellow and green glass leading to where he could distinctly hear voices.
"I can't wait to see him," Harry heard Ron's familiar voice as he approached the room. Glancing back at Draco to see the blonde staring fixedly at his back he shrugged and pushed the door open. Two gasp were heard when he entered the room and Harry made eye contact with his two best friends.
"Harry," Hermoine breathed, shamelessly raking her eyes up and down the Gryfindor's form, mouth agape. Ron was not in a much better state, his brown eyes widening at his best friend's appearance jaw slack as well. Draco pushed down the urge to growl possessively but instead stepped up slightly to let his presence be known. Hermoine and Ron's jaws clicked shut at the sight of the youngest Malfoy and both stood.
"Malfoy," Ron nodded, eyes narrowed suspiciously as he glanced between the two of them.
"Well are the two of you just going to stand there or give me a hug?" Harry asked testily after a moment of silence, taking a quick look at his cousin who was smirking lightly, a knowing look in her eyes. Without a second thought, both Gryfindor's lunged themselves at the third member of their trio, hugging the life out of him, Hermoine and even Ron showering his face with kisses of greeting. Draco growled low enough for only him to hear. "What are you two doing here?" he chuckled, as they continued to kiss him, feeling and seeing the red head move closer and closer toward his pink lips. He released himself from their hold just as Ron laid a 'misplaced' kiss on his lips, the touch soft, sending a jolt of excitement down the shorter Gryfindor's spine.
"Dumbledore contacted us," Hermoine blushed, turning the color of Ron's hair for basically trying to snog Harry with Ron at her side, doing the same. She didn't know what came over her, though it wasn't like the pair had not kissed the Golden boy before but nothing like that. Nothing that made her heart pound the way it did when she was...
"Is that why I'm here?" Harry said suddenly, slightly surprised that Draco had said the same thing, the 'enemies' breaking Hermoine's spoiled thoughts.
"Yeah, Dumbledore had sent Malfoy over to your place and when he saw what was really happening to you at the Dursleys," here Ron paused, fuming for a moment, "he sent Jennifer here for you, helping her get this place together so you could have some place to really call home. It seemed to me like he was trying to make it up to you," Ron's voice was soft as he took a seat next to Jennifer who was dressed in her same night gown, a light silk, white robe over her shoulders.
"Technically, we're suppose to visit tomorrow but Ron here couldn't wait," Hermoine smiled, "we were sent to pick up Malfoy," she told him, talking a seat on the sofa across from the two chairs Jennifer and Ron occupied. Glancing at Malfoy again, Harry moved to sit next to her.
"Pick up Malfoy?" he questioned and Hermoine noted his increased grace as he flopped down next to her, the whoosh of air comforting as she took in another one of his traits: when he sat next to someone he was close enough to touch with the slightest of movement but not so close it was uncomfortable.
"Yes, Dumbledore said that Malfoy's father is out of hiding and is ready for his son to return," at this she looked to a surprised Draco who had not taken a seat and decided to lean casually on the wall next to the door. Harry bit his lip again in thought, glancing nervously at Draco and wondering briefly if he should object to the youngest Malfoy heir leaving, he was starting to really enjoy the Veela's company. Harry nodded.
"So I suppose you will be taking him tonight?" he asked, suddenly realizing how tired he actually was and leaning more into the soft, light brown couch. Hermoine nodded, standing.
"It'd be best, then we could come back tomorrow and spend the entire day together," she smiled softly at the Gryfindor and Harry stood to meet her, giving her a hug by wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. Harry haven pulled back slightly to smile down at her, Hermoine noticed the sensuality of his lips and how tempting he looked just then before shaking herself and moving back as well. This two-second exchange went unnoticed by all except Draco and Jennifer. The Slytherin opened his mouth to protest but found it dying on his lips when Harry stepped to him, arms wide. The Gryfindor wrapped his arms around Draco's neck in a hug, standing on his toes slightly to do so and surprising Hermoine and Ron as he did so.
"It was nice getting to actually know you, Draco," Harry smiled softly when he pulled away the shocked Slytherin's lips slightly parted in awe. Stiffly a yawn Harry gave a hug and a kiss to Ron and Jennifer, bid them goodnight and trudged up the stairs within the time span of sixty seconds...
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Draco looked toward the two Gryfindors and sent a light scowl their way before following the Gryfindor up stairs to get his things, tossing, "I'm going to get my stuff," over his shoulder as he did so. When he entered the common room he found Harry laying casually on the couch staring at the blazing fire, his brow frowned.
"I thought you would have let the house elves get your things," he said as Draco walked toward him, not looking up from the beautiful burn.
"I wanted to say good-bye properly," he heard as the blonde took a seat on the edge of the couch, looking down on him as he did so.
"What's going to happen at school, we were enemies only days ago," Harry tried to chuckle, failing when it only came out as a weak smile and snort. Harry's large eyes blinked up at Draco, lips slightly parted as the blonde stared down on him.
"People change," was his response, the blonde shrugged lightly, bending down slightly as he closed the space between Harry and himself. The Gryfindor inhaled sharply at the feel of warm lips upon his cold ones. "See you at school, Harry," Draco smiled against his lips, pulling away. Draco stood and left with those words, dragging his still packed trunk behind him as he did so. Both boys let the events of the past three or four days play through their minds, and both could not believe any of it had happened...
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Harry awoke the next morning in his new bed, a light smile curving over his features as he did so, sitting up. The silk sheets pooled at his bare waist as he found himself to be completely naked, then remembered with a bright blush what he had done the previous night, after Draco had left. Well, what was he supposed to do? Go to sleep with a hard on? I think not. Harry shrugged to himself. Taking a glance around the room he decided to do a little net searching, being mindful of the fact that he was completely naked but ignoring it, he rose from his bed and padded over to his computer and desk. Pushing a little button at the side of the screen, a curious look adorning his features, he sat back and watching in awe as the screen came on.
"Hello Harry," the computer said to him and he smiled at it as the screen read the same words, "What would you like to do today?" Harry thought for a bit.
"Could you tell me what's behind the door leading to the long hallway?" he typed in, surprising him self when he typed the words quickly, saying them to himself.
"That door leads to all the rooms in the house, when you opened it, you did not give it a destination. If you had walked in at that time, you would not have come out without knowing how it works." The computer told him and he smiled brightly, giving himself a pat on the back in his head.
"How does it work then?" he typed eagerly.
"How to use the door of Mysteries:" it read, coming up with a long list of things and Harry fingered his glasses, only to feel nothing there, he could see without them!
"Hello Harry," a cheery voice told him, interrupting the droning of the computer and the face of his cousin popped up on the side of the screen. "How are you this morning?" her voice held a light chuckle and Harry smiled at her, his eyes scrunching up slightly as he did so.
"I'm great, Jenny," his bright voice made his cousin's smile widen, "how are you?"
"Fine, fine," she waved, giggling.
"Do you happen to know what happened to my glasses?" his suspicious voice held an 'I'm not made at you' tone to it.
"Oh, I told Christopher to remove them and correct your eye sight while you were sleeping," she waved him off as if it didn't matter, "why don't you come down for breakfast? We can discuss what we're going to do today," she smiled, clinking off the screen. His computer blacked out and he assumed that meant that he didn't have a choice of coming down or not. Going to his walk in closet he carefully chose a pair of silk white pajama pants that he slid over his thighs before going in search of the kitchen. Opening the door that led to the hall, the Gryfindor was surprised to see a tall male at his door. The purple-eyed teen before him stood over Harry at about six feet, his long blue-hair giving him a feminine look though his broad shoulders and muscular frame suggested otherwise. Harry shamelessly raked his eyes up and down the tall male's frame.
"Hello, Harry," he smiled at him, showing a set of straight, white teeth, "allow me to escort you to the kitchen." The tall male offered his arm, his butler outfit explaining what he was doing in his wing of the Manor.
"Who are you?" The Gryfindor asked, stepping from his common room and into the hall, closing the door behind him. The butler snapped and a white silk robe produced itself in mid air, the man plucking it from the air gracefully and held it out to the Gryfindor expectantly. Harry turned around slowly, and the male stepped to his back, placing his arms gently in the light material and sliding it over his smooth, pale shoulders.
"Christopher, sire," said the tall male, turning gracefully down the hall and walking toward the stairs.
"But..." Harry trailed off, looking over the males form from behind as he walked down the long, spiraling staircase.
"This is my human form, sire," Christopher told him over his shoulder, his voice deeper than Harry's own. Harry pursed his lips slightly, nodding to himself as if in agreement. He did look good... "Here we are," Christopher bowed and left Harry at the entrance of the dinning room where the table looked about to crumble with all the foods and drinks and deserts set upon it, Harry did a happy dance in his mind.
"I thought you would never get down here," Jennifer giggled, placing her spoon down and patting at her mouth daintily.
"You could have told me you were going to send someone up like that," Harry grumbled but could not take the wide smile from his face as he took a seat next to Jennifer who sat at the head of the long table.
"And miss you gaping like a fish," she giggled, watching as Harry pulled a bowl of cream of wheat in front of him, "I think not." Harry tried to sneer at her but failed miserably when a little bird landed on her shoulder and he smiled. She whistled at it and it did so back.
"Nature hoe," he grumbled to himself, taking a nice big spoonful of the creamy substance and sticking it in his mouth. He made a sound of appreciation before continuing his meal in silence.
"So, Hermoine and Ron called and said they'd be by at noon, which gives you enough time to get ready, then I called Donny and the others, they said they'd happily join the three of you and I'm coming along as well," Jennifer told him, buttering a piece of toast casually and Harry did the same at the same time, neither acknowledging the fact that they had done so.
"Why are so many people coming?" Harry asked, looking up from his toast as they both dipped it in their cream of wheat and took a bit.
"We, my dear, are going to show you what it's like to be a real Potter," she smirked.
"You sound like Malfoy," he chuckled, taking another bit of his cream of wheat and toast.
"He has the right idea," Jennifer took a sip of her orange juice, smirking wickedly at what she was about to do with her cousin...
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Draco stared at He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named unflinchingly, his features completely blank as his father's lord looked him over.
"He has grown into a young man, Lucius," the deformed male said appraisingly, leaning to his side slightly, where Draco's father stood. Draco did not look over to him, afraid of the look that would be directed at him by his father. 'Father?' Draco scuffed lightly in his head, not breaking the eye contact he shared between Voldemort and himself. "A little older and he may make a fine pet," if Draco had not been standing directly in front of the lord he would have shown a face of complete and utter disgust. Draco did not flinch however, and held his silver eyes to that of Voldemort's.
"Lord," he said firmly, not bowing or kneeling in respect as many had before him, "if I may be excused. I am still a student and I do wish to obtain the school supplies I will need to graduate." His voice was cool and precious, portraying nothing of the anxiousness he felt toward leaving the ugly lord's presence.
"Well done, Lucius, he has a strong spirit," the smirk over Voldemort's lined mouth sent an unpleasant shiver down Draco's spine but he did not show it, not even in the slight movement of his body. "I am aware of the fact that you spent your short vacation over Harry Potter's house," the way he spat Harry's name made him flinch slightly, "any news?" Voldemort did not notice his flinch for he seemed to be completely occupied by Draco's body.
"We have tossed our rivalry to the wind," Draco said, almost proudly, "with more time I am sure he will be able to trust me completely," the smirk that slowly formed on Draco's face was for show as his mind went a mile a minute, trying to find a way to get himself out of the hole he was slowly digging for himself.
"And the dark mark?" Voldemort's voice was too eager for his liking and he forced the smirk to remain on his lips.
"I can not get the mark now for it is not my seventh year and I am certain Potter would notice an abrasion on my skin..." he caught his mistake too late.
"Does he see your skin often?" Voldemort raised his nonexistent eyebrow and Draco let his smirk fall.
"No, but I do like to flaunt what I have," his smirk returned and he flicked his hair over his shoulder gracefully to prove his point. Voldemort waved his hand over him.
"You are dismissed," Draco did not like the glint in Voldemort's snake-like eyes but he turned none-the-less and left with a quick glance to his father who looked older than he had moments before. Draco shrugged gracefully, he'd think about it later, right now he wanted to owl Blaise and Theodore so he could go to Diagon Alley for some fun and shopping, if he was lucky, he'd see Potter...
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I hope you liked it and I'm very very sorry it took so long to put up, well, I have yo go, please review but other than that, until next time ~_^