Harry stared at the form of Lucius Malfoy on his doorstep. How did he find out? he thought to himself as Draco took a step forward.
"What do you want, Lucius?" he spat at his father.
"Now, now, Draco. I heard a rumour concerning you and thought I would see for myself if it was true." He turned to Harry. "May I have a word with my son?"
Harry crossed his arms over his chest. "That's not for me to decide."
"Very well. Draco, may I have a word with you alone?"
Draco chewed on his lip a moment before nodding. Harry walked down the porch steps, "I'll wait for you."
Draco nodded again. He watched as Harry walked down the block, glancing back at him every few moments. He stopped and stood watching the two blondes, waiting.
Draco turned back to his father. "Why are you here?"
"About three weeks ago I heard you were dating that silly Potter boy again. I figured I should warn you - don't fall in love with him. It will only hurt you when he leaves."
"Fuck off, Lucius, you know nothing about me or Harry."
"Very well, then. But don't say I didn't warn you." Lucius began to leave, but turned back around, "Oh, and don't think that this means you are part of the family again. We don't tollerate Muggle-lovers or faggots." And with that, he disapparated.
Draco was still chewing his lip when he reached Harry. Harry said nothing, simply watched him as they walked back up the block and crossed the street to Mrs. Figg's. She cracked the door open and made a big fuss over letting them in.
Once they were inside, she apologized profusely.She then left rather abruptly and came back carrying a tray with tea and cakes. "Help yourselves, boys," she said as she sat down on one of the doilied couches. "Now, the reason you were stationed here was so you could keep an eye out for the Dursely family..."
"WHAT!" It was not, however Harry's outburst, but Draco's. "You expect me to watch out for the family that made Harry's life a living hell?"
"Forgive and forget, Draco," Harry murmured.
"How can you forgive them, Harry?"
"Because I'm just the noble Gryffindor, I guess." He looked at Draco's incredulous face a moment. "Actually, I think it's Vernon's talk last night. It wasn't that he hated me, he resented me. I had something he didn't."
"And for that you'll forgive him?"
"Yes."
Draco sighed and Mrs. Figg took this moment to interject. "Mr. Potter's right, Mr. Malfoy, it is always best to forgive."
"So, you expect Harry to forgive Voldemort for making him an orphan?"
"No," it was Harry this time. "Because he did it out of a lust for power, and didn't stop there, or even start there."
Again, Draco sighed. Silence reigned for a few moments before Draco spoke up, "How did Lucius know where to find me?"
"You are a member of his family. He can apparate directly to you, unless he disowns you," Mrs. Figg answered.
Draco, who had been frowning through her explanation grinned once she had finished. Harry turned to him shocked, "He didn't did he?"
Draco nodded, " 'We don't tollerate Muggle-lovers or faggots' were his exact words."
"That's rather hypocritical," Harry snorted.
"Maybe, but apparently, it's for the best."
Harry turned to Mrs. Figg, "Is there anything else, or is that our debreifing?"
"That's it, boys. Go make your house comfortable."
Harry and Draco, proceeded out the door and back up the block to their house. Once inside, they locked the door and flopped onto the couch, Draco leaning against Harry's chest. Harry lazily flung an arm around Draco's torso and pulled him closer, smelling his hair. They just lay there, completely comfortable in each other's presence, and soon they fell asleep. It didn't last long. Draco turned in his sleep and his hip bone ground into Harry's thigh. Harry woke to the shot of pain going up his leg. He grunted as he shifted Draco around, waking him in the process.
"What'd you do that for?"
"You have sharp bones."
"Oh. well, I guess we need to go shopping for dinner anyway."
"But I'm comfy," Harry complained.
"They're your relatives."
"You invited them."
They laughed. And laughed. "God we sound like an old married couple."
"Married couple, yes. Old? Never."
Draco snuggled into Harry and hummed in comfort.
"Feel like a homemade calzone?"
"Sure. You liked your trip to New York last year, didn't you?"
"Indeed I did." Harry stood up, dragging Draco with him. "Come on, let's go shopping."
They were standing in front of the vegetable bin at the grocery store.
"But Harry, Peperoni tastes good."
"No it doesn't, and it's bad for you."
"We have healers."
"Draco, honestly. It's all grease."
"Better than that spinach shit you want."
"Spinach stastes good and it's good for you."
"Mk. How's this. You make two calzones, one yummy peperoni, and one your nasty spinach and mushroom."
"I guess I can do that."
It was one hour from six, and Draco was hirriedly trying to make the downstairs presentable while Harry was busily at work in the kitchen. There was a knock at the door as Draco changed the colour of the sofa one more time.
"Draco, could you get that?" Harry called from the kitchen.
"Way ahead of you," Draco called back as he opened the door.
In front of him stood three people who he had grown to hate from tales of Harry's childhood told to him, not by Harry, but by Ron Weasley. He gritted his teeth and smiled, "Come in. Harry's finishing up dinner, so if you'll just make yourselves comfortable..."
A flick of his wrist produced a second sofa perpendicular to the first. The boy, Dudley, Draco reminded himself,nodded to Draco and sat on the corner of the magically conjured couch. The woman, Petunia, hesitated as the man, Vernon, sat beside his son. "Mum," Dudley whined, "It's not going to hurt you. Don't embarrass me."
Petunia reluctantly sat beside her husband with obvious discomfort.
"I'll just go check on Harry," Draco cut through the tense air.
Dudley smiled and nodded. This isn't the Dudley I remember from Ron's stories...
Draco walked up behind Harry watching him take the second calzone out of the oven. When he had set it on the stove, Draco came closer and wrapped his arms around the other young man. He kissed his neck, "They're here, love."
Harry sighed. "I'm going to kill you if this doesn't turn out. It was your idea."
"We'll see," Draco grinned as he slid one of the calzones onto a serving platter. "we'll see."
A/N: So, I'm pissed at there was more to this chapter, but it's been deleted in the uploading. So, what I remember of it will be at the beginning of the next chapter, which should be out soon. And I appologize for the long absence. Working fifty-five hours a week AND going to college... It may be a bit before my update. CHEERS!
