Chapter 5

-"Party, party, party…" Harry sung. –"Partyyyyy!"

-"Will you shut the fuck up?" Draco complained.

-"I haven't partied in almost a year, I'm gonna get so wasted!" Harry yelled, he was very, very hyper, mind you. The door smashed open and showed a red Uncle Vernon.

-"Shut up, boy!" He roared from the top of his lounges. Harry immediately shut up, sending his Uncle a cold stare. He didn't send them to Draco anymore, Draco noticed. Vernon walked closer to Harry who did all he could not to wince.

-"Is there anything else you wish to tell me?" Harry snapped. Vernon got a very grim look at his face.

-"Aunt Marge is coming on Monday."

-"You have got to be kidding!" Harry exclaimed. Vernon quickly hit him. His hand had reached Harry's cheek before Draco could even see the arm. With a dump thump the hand hit his face. Harry's head turned at the pressure and he closed his eyes hard. -"You talk to me politely. If it wasn't for us you would've been dead, you ungrateful twit!" Then he disappeared. Draco was absolutely shocked. Harry carefully touched under his eye, where the blow had hit. The skin was red and irritated.

-"Damn, so much for looking good at the party," Harry said and smiled wryly. –"Now I'll have a fucking bruise."

-"Are you okay?" Draco asked. He knew how it was; his father had hit him a few times throughout the years. It always made him feel so humble and now he really didn't feel like he could say anything helpful.

-"Who's Aunt Marge?" He asked lamely.

-"Vernon's sister. The most horrible creature of them all," Harry muttered darkly.

-"What makes her so horrible?"

-"Well, first of all she is told that I attend St. Brutus Institution for Incurable Criminal Boys. Every time she's here; she asks about my treatment. She talks down about my parents, and pushes the limits. Last time I saw her, I magically blowed her up. And she has this dog, the ugliest spoiled, little creature imaginable. I sincerely hope its dead." Draco smiled amused, in lack of anything to say.

-"You lost control of your magic? When? And why aren't you expelled?"

-"I'm the famous Harry Potter, their World Saviour, I can't get expelled." Harry said sarcastically. –"That was the second warning I got from the Ministry. It happened in third year. Marge doesn't remember anything. I wish she did, she would've been dead scared, and had probably talked Vernon into putting me at a mental institution." He rolled his eyes. –"She gave me a box of dog food for my birthday once. The first present I ever got, actually." Draco looked surprised.

-"You don't get birthday presents from them! They're your family."

-"Unfortunately, yes."

-"My family isn't the most loving family ever, but they always give appropriate presents. In the Manor I could do magic in the summer because it's warded, your magical signature isn't revealed. I have only done magic unintentionally once, when I was a child. I was so mad at one of our house elves because she didn't bring me some cookies, so I levitated a lamp over her and dropped it."

-"That was just mean!" Harry said accusingly. He studied Draco for a while and decided that he must carry a lot of anger in him, since something like that made him loose control.

–"I've done magic unintentionally several times. Petunia had cut my hair in an absolutely horrific hair style. The next day it was back to the old hair style. And one time that Dudley and his gang bullied me at school, I suddenly was on the roof of the kitchen. I sent a boa constrictor on Dudley once too. That was like the best moment of my life!"

-"You really did that! You bloodthirsty bastard."

-"Well, I was locked in the cupboard for a week after that because Dudley's friend had seen me talking to the snake." Draco smiled.

-"It's really weird that you're a parcel tongue. It's a rare gift."

-"I know," Harry nodded. –"I thought I had gone crazy when I started hearing voices that nobody else could hear in second year, but it only was the basilisk." Draco laughed softly. Weird how friendly they suddenly were toward each other.

They had managed to talk themselves smoothly out of the awkward moment. Draco didn't feel like it was his place to ask about the blow. Maybe he should've tried to stand up for Harry, but somehow Draco couldn't see how that could've helped. Or maybe he just thought that to justify the fact that he hadn't done anything.

-"Are you looking forward to tonight?" Harry asked.

-"Yes, it'll be a nice change. I'm so tired of being here. Maybe we can find something to wear now?" Harry's face lit up in a smile. It was weird that he hadn't shown any sign at disappointment at his uncle's action, just casual indifference, like it happened every day.

-"Excellent idea! I've been looking forward to it so much!" They walked over to his closet and Harry opened the huge closet, propped with clothes. –"So what do you like? Just look through everything and tell me what you like." Draco began carefully, but opened up after a while.

-"I know I'm really a spring in colour, but it's so many boring spring colours, don't you think? I have to challenge that a bit. You should be glad you're a winter! I love winter colours!" He talked and talked and talked. Whoever knew Draco had such a wide vocabulary! He looked truly adorable and Harry couldn't help but smile, as Draco threw his garments everywhere. –"You think I should try this?" He asked and met Harry's smiling face. –"What?"

-"Nothing," Harry muttered, but kept smiling. –"That one will fit your body nicely, I think. Besides, you look really good in beige. I would like to see you in a bohemia slash surfer style, with your hair messy. That would be hot!" Draco wrinkled his nose, considering Harry's words.

-"Maybe, we'll try it!"

-"I'll give you several closets full of clothes, you're so cute when you're getting all overexcited with them," Harry smirked.

-"I'm not cute; I'm devilish sexy," Draco smirked back, and licked his lips graciously. Harry was hypnotized by the tempting, pink tongue. –"You can at least pretend that you don't want me!" Draco exclaimed, and Harry giggled. Draco had noticed that it was quite a habit of his, but it was really adorable.

-"Like I would ever want you, blondy!" Harry stated. He always used the nickname when he emphasized something or tried to convince him, because he knew Draco didn't like it very much. Draco smirked self-consciously. He had noticed the interest in Harry's eyes as they lingered on his lips a little too long. He would never get interested in Harry for real though. He was damn cool and sexy, but he also was unstable, complicated and afraid of attachments. Besides, he fucked Louis.

Harry's bruise wasn't swollen, but a purple mark decorated his chin. Draco tried the beige t-shirt together with a laidback, light faded jeans. A belt draw attention to his hips, and Harry messed his hair.

-"What do you think?" Harry asked, as they studied Draco in the mirror. Strains of hair fell loosely around his face and emphasized his beautifully shaped lips. The beige colour gave him a light tan, and for two seconds, Harry wanted nothing but look at him forever. Or jump him. Draco glowed with an inner glow. Harry was sure every guy and girl at the party would look at him with lust.

-"Yeah, I think it's okay," Draco muttered.

-"Come on, Malfoy, I've never seen you this hot! You'll be the head of attention tonight. You even look tanned, something you normally never do."

-"Oh, a little jealous, are we?" Draco sniggered, copying Louis' and Harry's teasing when they were at Snappies.

-"Oh, a little smug, are we?" Harry retorted.

-"Oh, a little lusting after me, are we?"

-"Oh, a little conceited, are we?"

-"Yes, you are!" Draco sung, and Harry smiled slightly.

-"Whatever you say, love," Harry sung back, and petted his cheeks. –"Now I need something to wear." Harry searched through his garments. He had already decided what to wear. He found a black t-shirt, with footprints and other prints on it, a light, faded jeans with holes on the knees and placed a leather ribbon around his left wrist. He threw off his clothes and was just about to throw on the t-shirt when Draco said:

-"When did you get the tatoo?" Harry looked down on the tattoo decorating his skin just above the edge of his jeans. Some signs stretched from hipbone to hipbone.

-"I took it last year."

-"What does it say?" Harry looked calculating at Draco. He didn't know whether or not to trust the information on him. He hadn't told anyone. In fact, he'd tattooed the most fatal line of the prophesy into his skin; neither can live while the other survive. He still hadn't told Hermione and Ron this secret of his, could he tell Draco? Did he want anyone to know?

-"I used a glamour charm on it all last year so that Ginny wouldn't notice," he said instead. Draco nodded thoughtfully. –"Do you like it?"

-"It's hot," Draco said and smirked, looking Harry straight in the eyes. The attraction between them was very much visible. Harry smiled in a predatorily way, and calmly took the t-shirt on, showing his body to Draco from his best angle. He had a good body, and he knew.