CHAPTER FOUR - Son Of A Mudblood
Remus's car pulled in front of the Dursley house. Harry looked at it with a scowl. This place had always been hell, and now it would be even worse!
Was that a—damn! A limo sat across the street and Harry hoped it was for the neighbour.
"Wouldn't you rather send me to lawyer camp or something?" Harry asked. "That'd be nicer."
Remus snorted. "Sorry, Harry."
Harry gave Sirius a hug, Remus a hug then dragged his duffel bag out. "Bye guys. Write me."
"Woof!" Sirius said, giving him sad eyes.
"Harry!" Remus hurried over and leaned down. "I was looking through some stuff in my attic and—well—found this." He slipped him a tiny box, about the size of a matchbox. "I don't think Padfoot would… well… just, unshrink it. It has some stuff that belonged to your father."
"Thanks." He hugged Remus and Remus hopped back in the car, flashing him a big grin.
Harry turned and trudged up the walk, as if going to his grave.
Inside, the three Dursleys were in the living room, talking to a big fat man (who was no where near as fat as Vernon). Beside the fat man was it.
Harry peered in before standing fully in the doorway. "I'm back."
Nobody answered. The only one who even looked at him was Malfoy. Harry gave him a contemptuous glare before heading up to his bedroom.
What happened to his room?
All the stuff that had been on the floor was pushed into a corner and a strange trunk was at the foot of the bed. Harry set his duffel down and looked at Hedwig's cage. It was full of an Eagle Owl, giving him cross looks.
Harry gulped, realising that either the Dursleys had given Draco his room or else--
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"You're to share." Vernon said after the lawyer guy had left. They were all in the living room, and Vernon looked miserable (though Harry noted there was some money notes being clutched in one hand. He was being paid to keep Draco. Which meant he'd like Draco a little more than he liked Harry).
"I'd rather be shot," Draco said, folding his arms. Dudley gave a slight laugh before being silenced by Vernon.
"Harry, this is your… cousin…" Petunia said, one hand on Draco's shoulder. Vernon gave a laugh before leaving the room.
"We have met," growled Harry.
"Yes. School I suppose." Petunia sighed. "Well, go help him settle in."
"I'd rather have spikes shoved up my nose," Harry said.
"That could be arranged," said Draco, looking elated by the idea.
"Follow me."
The two went upstairs and into the tiny bedroom. Draco slammed the door behind them. "Fuck this, Potter—I can't believe we're related."
"You can't believe it! I'd rather have no cousin than… you," snarled Harry. "I suppose one of us has to sleep on the floor."
"That'll be you."
"Um, nnnooo… this is my room first."
"When's your birthday?"
"July 31st."
"What year? 1980?"
"Yes."
"I'm older," Draco said, sitting on the bed. "I get this."
"I've lived here longer," argued Harry. "I get it."
"Ummm no." Draco lay back, staring at the ceiling.
"So your father was killed."
"Yep."
"Aren't you sad?"
"Not really. I hated his guts and everything else." Draco sat back up. "Why should I be sad? He was number two on my list of People I Want See Dead."
"I suppose I'm number one?'
"Don't flatter yourself, you're three. Vorin Nott is number one."
"Oh, that jerk in our year?"
"Mm-hmm."
"So, why weren't you in the fight?" Harry asked nastily.
Draco waved his left arm around. "See a Dark Mark? No? Then newsflash, Potter—I'm not a Death Eater. Though I suppose that idea is much too radical for your puny intelligence."
Harry held his head high. "Did you know we were related?"
"If I had before, I would have thrown myself off a cliff and onto jagged, burning rocks," Draco said casually, going over to the window and peering out. "Blunt rocks," he added. "How can you stand living with Muggles?"
"I manage."
"It's disgusting."
"I can't believe your mother was Muggleborn. That's hilarious," Harry said, grinning.
"I don't give a shit about my Mudblood mother," Draco said with a sneer.
"That makes you son of a Mudblood."
"As are you, genius."
"I don't think your mother was even Muggleborn. I think she was just plain Muggle. Which makes you half-and-half."
Draco looked revolted at the idea. "I'd rather be half-and-half than look like you."
"Oh, wonderful comeback there Einstein."
"Einstein?" He asked with a frown.
Harry tried not to laugh. "I get the bed."
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It took a long time of arguing. Finally, Draco agreed to sleep on the floor only if he got the bed stuff. "Only fair."
Harry agreed, and then watched with anger as, with one mighty tug, Draco pulled the mattress off and onto the floor leaving the box springs for Harry to sleep on.
"You ass!"
Draco collapsed down onto the mattress. "A mattress is part of 'bed stuff'. Though how you sleep on this is beyond me. I should have brought my feather mattress.
Aunt Petunia called for dinner and, with two impressive glares, the two boys headed downstairs.
Author's Note:
Short chapter but oh well. Umm… I can't answer any questions cause there's no reviews. I hope to get some soon, though :-)