Chapter 7
Grimmauld Place
June 25 - the last day of school - finally came. The trio, Ginny, and Draco were all gathered around saying their goodbyes. Harry hugged them all, promising to write and visit. This being the last time they would see each other for a while, they were all very sad.
Hermione was spending the summer with Ron while they looked for an apartment. Ginny, who still had one year left was planning on getting a job to buy all new robes and books for her last year. Draco didn't want to go home, nor could he, so Harry was smuggling him into Grimmauld Place with him. Only Hermione, Ron, Dumbledore and Snape knew he would be there. The order members would know eventually too, but for now Draco would be hidden.
"Dumbledore said sometime in July we can come visit," Hermione said to lighten the mood. "Save us a room, okay?" she hugged Draco, and then went to save a seat for Ron. Ginny stepped up then.
"I feel like I haven't seen you all year Harry," she whispered. "And here it is, the end already," she reached up to hug him and Harry hugged her back.
"You can stop by too, Gin," he whispered reassuringly. "I won't be gone forever you know,"
"I know," she sniffed. "I'm just going to miss you is all. I mean I have to actually make friends next year! You, Hermione and Ron won't be around anymore,"
"You'll get through though, I know you will," he hugged her to him again. "And I'll write you once a week and you can tell me all the horrors of being a Seventh year. How the work is, the teachers, and how you have to beat off boys with a stick,"
"Oh Harry," Ginny blushed. Harry chuckled and leaned down to kiss her forehead before she left. Ron was last and handed Draco a bag before he left.
"What's this," he asked.
"Every lollipop I could find in the candy shop. I think there's like 160 in there," Ron replied.
"Where did you get that much money?" Draco gasped.
"Harry loaned me some," Ron smiled. "Later," he added. He hugged Draco, and then went to find Hermione. The boys were ready to leave when one last person stepped up.
"Hey, Harry," the person said rather softly with the decency to sound apologetic. Draco glared at him.
"Hi, Blaise,"
"What do you want scumbag," Draco snarled.
"Draco," Harry warned.
"I just wanted to tell you bye. I won't see you for a long while probably," Blaise ignored Draco.
"Yeah I know," Harry replied.
"Harry about what I said last time…"
"Don't apologize, because you're not sorry and neither am I," Harry cut in.
"That's code for I don't want to see your ugly face ever again," Draco growled.
"Draco!" Harry exclaimed.
"You know what, you little brat," Blaise stepped forward. "I didn't like you when you were fully grown," Harry tried to push him away. "And I don't like you two feet tall,"
"I swear, if we weren't -"
"Stop it," Harry cut in. "Blaise get on the train and go home, now," Blaise tried to say something but Harry interrupted again. "Go," he glared at Draco a bit but dropped waved to their friends then ran back inside where Dumbledore was waiting for them.
"Ready to go," he asked. They nodded. "Okay, just for background info, once you're there, the only place you can floo to is my office. Neither one of you are to leave the wards of Grimmauld for anything without permission. Am I clear?" Both nodded. He smiled and flooed them off to the house.
Once there, Harry showed Draco around. He led him to the kitchen, bathroom, living room, study and Harry's room. Draco's room was next to Harry, another door joining the two.
"Did you know your house is bigger than mine?" Draco sounded astonished. "I could probably fit my whole room in yours and still have space left,"
"Yeah, well, over my last few summers I've been adding to it," Harry explained. "My godfather Sirius left a few add-ons around in his room. I found them one day and figured I'd do them in remembrance of him. You know, kind of like a will," Harry stared at the ground. "Stupid, right?"
"No, it's not stupid at all," Draco smiled. "Do you have a garden," Draco asked, feeling the need to change the subject. Harry instantly perked up and smiled. He nodded and led Draco to the yard, where they wound up playing Quidditch for a good few hours before Harry made dinner. After dinner, which Draco always gushed over, having never had food cooked by anything other than a house elf, the boys sat in the study. Harry was curled up in the arm chair reading "The phantom tollbooth." while Draco was practicing on the piano in the room; but after awhile even "My Heart Will Go On" will get a bit boring.
"Harry," Draco said softly, wandering over to where Harry was sitting. Harry put down the book and looked up at him.
"Yes,"
"Can I sit in your lap," he asked. Harry nearly choked but caught himself.
"Why? Twelve-year olds don't sit in laps,"
"I want you to read the book to me," Draco pouted sweetly.
"I can read it aloud to you," Harry suggested. "Better yet, you can read it yourself,"
"Harry," Draco pouted. Harry sighed at Draco but moved the book, beckoning him to sit down. Draco practically ran to him and then insisted on moving about to find the perfect spot.
"Are you done?" Harry asked when he was still. Draco smiled warily. He nodded. "Thank you," Harry wasn't mad at Draco, though it sound like he was. He was just a bit frustrated. How long did it take to find a stupid cure, because the lust was driving him up the wall; not to mention the boner he had from Draco's wiggling. Finally opening the book after a few steadying breaths, he read.
"'Milo was a boy who thought life was a bore…'"
Some time later Harry found himself ready to doze off, and nudged the blonde on his lap to get his attention. "Draco wake up," Harry tried again. Draco had fallen asleep while he was reading. Harry growled, annoyed and picked him up. He carried him to his room and stripped his clothes off and put Draco in his PJ's. The problem from earlier... yeah, it just got worst. When he was done, Harry put him to bed.
"Harry," Draco murmured as he went to leave.
"Yes, Draco,"
"Good Night," he said.
"Night Draco," Harry sighed.
"...Harry?" Harry stopped again
"Yes Draco,"
"I…um…never mind," Draco cut off. "Night," With that he fell asleep, leaving Harry to wonder... what?
A/N: Did anyone else realize the pure cornyness of this whole story...i mean seriously
