Chapter 2
Draco sat in his favourite chaise-lounge chair, leafing through his well-read copy of Holding the Man by Timothy Conigrave when Harry emerged from the bathroom. Silver eyes roamed over Harry's naked torso and loosely wrapped towel.
"I thought demons were meant to look dark and ominous, not angelic" Draco stated, befuddled. "Demons are just angels that got tempted by humans" Harry replied bluntly, a cheeky grin crossing his face as Draco's floo network roared to life. "Master Draco, the Master and Mistress request you to come to dinner tonight" Draco groaned, as the floo network closed.
Draco hesitated as he put his hand out towards the door handle and, within mere seconds, Harry was behind him, his arms wrapped around his waist and his head on Draco's shoulder, "What are you waiting for, I'm hungry" breathed Harry gently, eagerly, his hot breath tickling Draco's ear, "I'll be right behind you". He took and deep breath and jutted his chin out defiantly as he entered the room.
As soon as Draco entered, a crisp, authoritative, refined voice ran out. "It is about time you deign it amicable to grace us with your presence, Draco," the voice said, sarcastically.
"Lucius! Manners!" reprimanded Narcissa as Draco rolled his eyes, heading into the bowels of the Manor. Behind him, Harry was drinking in all the sights eagerly; the white marble floor, onyx walls, the large chandelier, solidified crystals dripping from their heads, frozen in motion above their heads.
Draco gingerly stepped into the dining hall as the house elf announced him, shoulders squared defiantly looking steadily ahead with a challenging glare aimed at his father. Steely grey meet steely grey, unyielding resolves that needed no verbalisation.
Letting out a delighted gasp, Harry dashed over to the dining table at otherworldly breakneck speed. Unbeknownst to Harry, Narcissa raised an elegant eyebrow, amused by his antics, smirking behind a perfectly manicured hand, stifling an amused laugh.
"Mother. Father." Draco greeted in a bland, sardonic tone. Above, the opaque chandelier bathed its surroundings in dismal unilluminating light, in all its intricacy, grandeur and finery it did little to captivate Draco's attention or soothe his mood, it only added to his depression, every gilt carving or polished marble floor synonymous with the suffocating fist of expectation that he could feel, constantly, constricting around his jugular. The red candles in the centre of the table lit up as Lucius sat down. And so the usual dinner chat proceeded despite an eager Harry devouring everything placed in front to him as Draco once imagined a demon would devour children, much appealing to Narcissa's jocular nature as she watched her son's lover from across the expanse of emerald tablecloth littered with exotic dishes and ostentatious golden cutlery.
Lucius's storm-grey eyes never roamed far from Harry, despite his conversation falling on deaf ears; Harry savagely tearing at meats with both hands, Narcissa focusing more on stifling laughter than her appetite and Draco pushing food around his plate lethargically. With dinner over, the party adjourned to the open study for drinks. Here, with all civility dropped, Lucius spun on his heel. "Draco Lucius Malfoy" he spat, full of venom, "how dare you bring your bumboy to dinner! It's a-" He glanced down, surprised, his sentence dying in his throat as a snarling Harry pressed a golden knife against his pale neck, balls of demonic emerald fire boring into the back of his skull.
Harry was distantly aware of the commotion behind him as he dug the knife into Lucius's neck, scarlet drops of noble blue blood dripping onto his white-knuckled fist, curled around his chosen weapon with all the passion of hellfire.
"You would do very well not to insult a demon's partner in front of said demon, Mr Malfoy" Harry stated, licking the blood of his free hand with a forked tongue. "If you should dare speak negatively of Draco ever again, I will return and consume your heart and soul". A fire erupted behind Lucius, singeing the emerald Slytherin tapestry that hung proudly behind Lucius.
The very next instant, Harry and Draco had vanished. Arriving in Draco's townhouse, a breathless Draco kissed Harry feverishly.
"Merlin you were brilliant" he panted, as he lay his head in Harry's lap, demonic hands still around him in a protective embrace. As Draco idly slipped off to sleep Harry voiced the words that had danced on the tip of his tongue after every stiffly executed family banquet since he was a child "Let's never do that again"