-1Chapter 5
Harry finally pulled himself together and took a leisurely shower to formulate his thoughts on his new house guest. Walking downstairs he found no one left in the dining room. Obviously he had taken much to long in the bath. Shrugging, he made way into the kitchen to find Dobby cleaning up the dishes and moving things into left over containers.
"Hello Dobby."
"EEK! Harry Potter!" Dobby dropped whatever it was he was doing, which made things clang to the floor and hopped over to Harry bouncing up and down excitedly. "Mr. Harry Potter sir! Dobby is glad you are well! Is Harry Potter hungry? Dobby will make something for such a grand wizard. Here, sit! Sit! It will only be a minute sir."
Harry took to a seat at the small kitchen table as he watched in amazement as Dobby seemed to just conjure up a seven course meal in mere seconds. Soon he had more then enough in front of him to feed a whole army of Weasley's.
"What would you like to drink Harry Potter? Dobby has anything you want!"
"How about just a glass of cold milk Dobby?" Harry's eyes grew round as he tried to figure out where to start. He hadn't eaten anything in days. He tore into the blue berry pancakes first, followed by his steak and eggs. Next were the stuffed mushrooms, and then he ended with the chicken and pasta. Feeling quite full and knowing well that he would be sick if he ate anymore, he thanked Dobby and moved off to find Ron and the others.
"You better stay away from me ferret face! Were not in school any more, I could pummel you here right now and no one could do a thing about it!"
Harry hurried out into the main hall to see a frightened, though he would never admit it, looking Draco and Ron, holding Draco by his collar against the wall.
"RON! What are you doing! Stop that, put him down!" Harry yelled at Ron as he pulled his best friend away from Draco. "Have you gone mad? If Albus had seen you, you would be in a heap load of trouble!"
Ron looked flabbergasted. He didn't think Harry would have that kind of strength after what he had been through, and to use it to help Draco no less! "But Harry, he started it!"
"Really? And what did he do Ron?"
"He was talking about my family and their….funds…and how it must be nice you let us stay here since we couldn't obviously afford to live in a place like this." Ron hung his head lower with every word. He had always been ashamed of his family's meager means but would always defend them.
"Ron, why don't you go upstairs, I will handle this."
Ron lifted his head and smiled at Harry and then sneered at Malfoy before galloping up the stairs loudly.
"What do you want Potter. I can't be held responsible for your friends lack of composure after just a small comment that he is surely use to hearing." Draco drawled out in a lazy voice, seeming uninterested that he was cornered by Potter and no one was around.
"Let me tell you something Malfoy. This is my house. These are my friends. Even though Albus has kindly agreed to let you stay here, its only with my approval that you will continue to do so. I would gladly hand you back if you try any funny business. So leave my friends alone. That means, don't talk to them, look at them, or even think about them. And if I hear you call Ron a "weasel" or Hermione a …."mud blood"…I will personally tear you a new arse hole!"
Draco smirked, "Really Potter? I didn't know you batted for the home team. Harry Potter, gay. Oh the stories this could produce if leaked to the right sources."
Harry sputtered and turned red at the accusations. " I'm not…what are you going on about Malfoy? Just shut your trap if you know what's good for you and stay away."
Draco drew himself away from the wall to stand his full 6'0 over Harry's 5'8 frame causing Harry to take a step backwards. Draco smiled to himself as the tables were turned. "Alright Potter." He was standing face to face with him now. "I'll leave your little friends alone. But I suggest you put a leash on that one. He thinks with his "wands" more then his brain. And I'm not one for roughness. At least not from him." Draco smirked and brushed past Harry causing Harry to have goose pimples up and down his arm.
Harry, thoroughly confused as to how the conversation ended about sex, took to the stairs back to his room.
I just need a good night's sleep.
Laying down in his bed, he tried to get comfortable. Spelling the lights off, he added a charm to the muggle music box on his dresser and fell asleep to the raging music.
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Draco tossed and turned.
Why did I agree to leave those imbeciles alone? They are below me. I should be allowed to say whatever I want. Ah, but it was his eyes. Those bright green eyes. What am I saying, its Potter! Golden Boy extraordinaire! Pain in my arse….oh….
Draco was asleep within seconds. His dreams full with years of fantasy's and those green eyes and luscious mouth moaning out his name.
AUTHORS NOTES:
Well, now you all are probably saying, oh look, Draco's gonna go all OOC. Nope, he's not, everyone's entitled to a little fantasy now and then. Even about the enemy. Reviews Welcome, Flames extinguished.