Heyo everybody!
Sorry it took so long, but here it is! Chappie Numero Quatro! .
I have to apologize to Sbkar. It was that time of the month and I was mad at my mom, so I took it out on you. . Such is a girl's life. Your advice was taken in, even if it didn't seem so. Also, my friend proofread my story and failed to point out the "feinted" thing until right after I posted the story. She has been fired XP. No, seriously, I'm going to get another person to proofread now.
So now you all get the long awaited chapter!
Don't fall on your bum,
..:Lyria Dae:..
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Malfoy Mansion was exactly what Harry had expected from the blonde haired Slytherin; all the way down the family portrait of Draco Lucius and Narcissa. It sickened him. The smile on Lucius looked so forced that it seemed his head must've exploded ten seconds after the picture was taken. Draco and his mum seemed fairly happy in the picture, they also, at the time Harry literally fell in, seemed to be having a very nice conversation. This made Harry wonder what Narcissa was really like. The only time he had really seen her was in the Department of Mysteries when she, well, he didn't want to think about that now did he? Of course not, he was just starting his summer and it was already bad enough, he didn't want to make this nightmare any worse.
"Harry, lemme show you to your wing," Draco broke the silence. "My father insists that under 'his roof' we mustn't sleep in the same room, or the same side of the house for that matter." While he was talking about his father, Harry thought he heard something similar to the sound disgust. Noticing this, Draco immediately became as defensive and mysterious as he always was, making Harry somehow regret sleeping on opposite sides of the Mansion.
'Am I actually turned on by him? No! I can't. No way. What was I thinking. I was probably just in a point of weakness… I was definitely not turned on by him, because I don't, don't, don't fancy him. Nope. Of course not.' Harry found any and every excuse to make up for what he thought he felt whilst Draco chuckled at Harry's facial expressions, which were acting out his thoughts.
"Are you coming or not?" Draco stared at him from halfway across the room.
"Er… Yeah. Sure. Okay. Whatever." 'You idiot! Now he totally thinks you like him! We don't want him to live a lie! Why are you so stupid!' Harry mentally hit himself on the head over and over again while his followed Draco to the guest wing.
On the way down the hallway, Harry noticed that the two boys were the only ones in the house. This made Harry rather nervous. "If I might ask, but what happened to your father?" 'Not that I mind him not being here…'
"Oh. Who knows. He's never really home anyway… Normally out doing 'business' or something," Draco sighed, Harry made sure to note how his gorgeous blonde hair sort of flipped as the Slytherin turned his head to the left. "Well, here it is!" Draco opened a large door with the initials "HPJ" in a diamond shape engraved in the mahogany wood.
The room was enormous, it was almost as if Harry had his own little house. To his right, there was his own private library, filled with books about Defence Against the Dark Arts and Muggle classics such as Huckleberry Finn and poetry books. To his left, the kitchen area, complete with a stove and dishwasher. Harry probably would've wondered why he needed Muggle equipment, or even his own Muggle equipment, but he noticed that there were marvellous pictures of him hanging on the white marble walls. Most of them were pictures of him chasing and/or catching the snitch. Harry had no idea he was photographed so many times, especially while playing Quidditch. The biggest picture by far was of him sitting on a chair over the fireplace. Harry knew that this must have been copied from the Daily Prophet because in it he was wearing his Triwizard Tournament robes and looked vaguely similar to the picture Rita Skeeter used for her column, only it seemed to be an oil painting. Upon seeing Harry, the picture smiled and waved.
Still in his daze over the wondrous room, Harry's jaw dropped. Draco had already made it to the other side of the room and was sitting on Harry's king sized bed when Harry had actually stepped inside.
"Well?" Draco looked at Harry as though he were waiting for something.
Harry cocked his head. "Well what?"
"Well, do you like it or not?"
Harry was bemused. "Like what?" Draco smirked and hit his forehead in a mocking frustration. "Oh! The room? Yeah. It's awesome. Well, cool. I really like it." Harry stuttered out a response whilst Draco rolled his eyes.
'Why am I acting like this?' Harry thought. 'Why do I seem like I like him? Wait. What if I do like him? No. No I don't. I mean, he's a… er… Slytherin! Yeah. ((But what does that have to do with loving someone?))' a voice in the back of his head responded to the previous thoughts, a voice that Harry wasn't quite sure he was ready to listen to yet.
Draco fell back onto the bed, arms spread wide, as Harry went over to the bookshelf to check out what was there. Skimming his finger across each book's biding as he read the titles too himself, he noticed a familiar title. "Advanced Potion Making by Libatius Borage" Harry read aloud as he looked through the apparently new copy of last year's potion's book. He noticed another person's handwriting was inside of it, the hand writing of the Half-Blood Prince. Harry immediately gave Draco a look of confusion and anger. "What! Did Snape give this to you after he-" Harry froze in mid-yell and tears swelled up in his eyes.
Draco looked up at his lover. "Not exactly. I found it in the Room of Requirement. Upon seeing your name in it, I wanted to return it to you, so here it is," he explained. "But I don't think that book will be as… ooh. What's the word? … interesting? as this one." Draco held up a plum purple book with silver lining.
Harry walked over to the bed, wiping the tears from his eyes, and Draco motioned him to sit. The second Harry's bum hit the comforter, Draco flipped to the first page. That was when Harry noticed that he was not looking at a book, or at least what he expected the book to be. It was a wizarding scrapbook filled with what seemed to be every waking moment of Harry's life, starting at his first day at Hogwarts. On this first page was a picture playing like a video clip of Harry first meeting Draco. The two boys blushed upon seeing this.
"Sorry. I, er, didn't remember putting that there," Draco said, attempting to turn the page without making eye contact with Harry.
The page was half turned when Draco felt a force pushing the page back and then a hand upon his. "Don't be," Harry replied almost in a whisper. "So this is the fatal moment that caused us to be mortal enemies, eh?" they both smiled.
"Yeah. I just don't understand why you wouldn't be my friend, I was nice enough, wasn't I?"
"You're serious! You have got to be kidding me!" Harry fell back laughing.
"And why is that?" Draco lied down next to him and smirked.
"You insulted my friends and you think you were nice! Ha!"
"Yeah. Well you- you-" Draco's mouth was wide open in lack of finding an explanation.
"I what?" Harry teased, "I turned you into Neville's frog? I fed you to a hippogriff? Even if I ever got to do all those things, it would've been done after we met!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!"
"Well then all I can do is this!" Draco pushed Harry off the bed. "Oops!" he put one finger over his mouth and stared at the ceiling innocently.
"You are so dead Malfoy!" Harry stuck his eyes over the edge of the bed and glared at the blonde haired boy.
Draco glared right back. "And what are you going to do Malfoy?" he rose his eyebrow.
Harry allowed for his full face and neck to show over the bed. "Please," he said politely, "call me Potter!" And with that, he threw a giant red pillow at the Slytherin boy, causing the latter to fall off the bed as well.
"Why I outta!" Draco grabbed a golden pillow and threw it right back at Harry, who caught it and threw it right back. "Ooh, you are so dead!"
"Really?" Harry felt his chest and stomach in a mocking way. "I feel pretty solid to me."
Breaking out into a dash around the bed, Draco attempted to tackle Harry. After several failed attempts and teasing (("Missed me!" "Missed me again!" "Merlin's beard, you have bad aim!")), Draco finally managed to succeed, causing Harry to fall underneath the blonde and onto the bed. Kneeling over Harry, Draco pinned Harry's arms down.
"Ha! I win! I've captured the green-eyed monster! And the crowd goes wild!" Draco cheered for himself while smirking at the defenceless boy underneath him.
"Happy now?" Harry asked smirking right back.
"Not quite."
"Well, what can I do to aid you in a pleasant victory?"
"This." Draco leaned towards Harry, closing his eyes. Harry quickly obliged, having anxiously been waiting for their lips to touch since they entered the room ((though he wouldn't admit it to himself)). But just as their lips touched, they heard a knock. Both boys lifted up their heads and looked at the open doorway.
"Supper time," Narcissa exclaimed looking at them slyly.
"Mum! Why didn't you just send one of the house elves! Like Snooble! I know for a fact that he's not busy!" Draco whined.
"I would've, but somebody" she glared at her son, "told all the house elves to not enter here while you guys were inside."
Draco reluctantly got up and started for the door. Harry was still lying on the bed with a confused look on his face.
"C'mon Harry!" Draco held out his hand to Harry, who gratefully took it. They smiled at each other as they made their way to the dining room, hand in hand.
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Random Group of People: AWWWW! That's so sweeeeet!
So, did y'all likey? I love teasing you guys with the lovely chicken peck six paragraphs up, because apparently I'm a tease like that. :Smirks at Maddie:
It was a lovely 1,656 words, if I say so myself. If it wasn't lovely, it was at least the longest chapter yet. . The next chapter is coming shortly ((I think)). I am leaving on Friday to go to a Career camp at Busch Gardens in Tampa, so it might not be posted for a couple of weeks. I am taking my computer with me, whether my mum likes it or not, so I might even post up two chappies when I get back.
Say, wouldn't it be really REALLY cool if there was fan art on my bio! HINT HINT If you ever have an idea or a sketch, e-mail it to me! I love to have some!
Rubbish bins in Massachusetts,
..:Lyria Dae:..
