This chapter is mainly highlighting the change in status of Drcao since his true nature has been exposed and showing the discrimination and cruelty that people display towards people who are different.

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Chapter Three – Madame & Visitors

Draco woke to a feeling of contentment; he was in a soft, warm bed with his Master next to him. Draco stretched his legs out and revelled in the ability. He sat up and looked at Harry, his Master, still asleep he looked peaceful, and his long ebony lashes resting against his sun kissed skin. Draco just sat there staring; it was the first time in a long time that he felt- if not safe - then at peace.

A while later he started to fidget, he knew what it was, the old crazy wizard had left him in his own filth long enough until he next used him, for him to be familiar with that state. Draco had not felt awkward about it since the first months of his service to the wizard, and had accepted it as the usual for Splantine to be treated as. Harry was awake ten minutes later, Draco was sat up next to him with a blank expression on his face; Harry moaned and turned his face into the pillows. "I guess I don't wake up in a field of flowers," he muttered into the pillow, Draco silently raised an eyebrow in confusion.

Harry suddenly felt the wetness from the sheet, Harry understood what it was as he realised it was mainly from Draco's side of the bed. "Draco, go have a shower and anything else personal you need to attend to, then dry and dress yourself." he said while he had his head burrowed under the pillow.

Once Draco entered the bathroom Harry rolled out of bed and called a house elf to come and change the bedding. Harry rubbed his eyelids a he made his way down the stairs to one of the guest rooms; he used the shampoo and shower gel that was always in the rooms ready for any unexpected guests. He had known that Draco would have been messed up, Harry thought, but to the extent that he'd release himself without any embarrassment what so ever and seemed to of lost all of his snobbish ways and prejudiced viewpoints, confused him. Harry wondered what Draco had gone through over the last years during the war, he didn't like to think. If he had anything to do with it, Harry decided adamantly, Draco would be treated well always and what happened in Diagon Alley wouldn't be repeated. Harry collected some clothing which a house elf had laid out on the towel rack and dressed.

He decided to go down and order breakfast for himself and Draco, but discovered upon opening the door that Draco was already dressed and kneeling on the floor beside the door. He was stroking the robes, as if they were made of the finest silk, when in fact they were some of Harry's oldest ones- only ones which looked like they'd fit - they'd been from the beginning of the war when Harry was only in his sixth year and they still swamped Draco's small frame.

"Oh! Hello Draco, fancy some breakfast?" Draco was still stroking his robes subconsciously, while looking up at Harry with adoring eyes. "Well I do. Come on, let's get some food, you'll need your energy when the dresser gets here. I usually do after only two sets of robe fittings and you're having several more." Harry said as he led the way out, Draco followed on his hands and knees still feeling uncomfortable in his new surroundings.

Draco felt exposed walking down the stairs; he'd tried it still kneeling but had found Harry on the next staircase when he was still on the first even after years of practise of being tugged down them by his hair, if he was lucky. He had quickly stood and had felt uneasy as he felt exposed and had the feeling of people hiding behind the many doors of his Master's home. Where as Draco thought he drew less attention crawling on the ground at his Master's feet than standing as well as being unable to see the strangers faces. He quickened his pace, so he was directly behind Harry and caught hold of his robes.

Harry felt Draco's hand and silently promised retribution upon Lucius Malfoy before his trial by way of crucio lots of times, for making the young man behind him so scared and clingy. Kreacher stood at Harry's chair as he entered with several other house elves - which Harry had employed when the death eater estates had been taken over - they were to help Kreacher with the house, making Kreacher the head elf, he'd fainted when told.

Draco dropped to his knees and crawled after Harry, keeping his head bowed following at Harry's heels like a dog. Draco had recognised some of the house elves; they had worked at his sire's household, Draco did not want to meet them as they were trained by Lucius Malfoy. Harry didn't comment, he knew some of the elves were from the Malfoy estate, but had thought that an advantage as they could help Draco to settle in. "Kreacher and others have prepared breakfast master Harry. Eggs, bacon, mushrooms, beans and toast with jam and butter for first course, cereal for second and pancakes with chocolate syrup for desert." Harry sat and frowned when no second plate was forth coming. Harry asked one of the girl elves for an explanation and she squeaked; "there is only one master and no guests' sir, we did not know master be wanting another plate. Would master want Clippie to bring another plate for master?" Harry shook his head and dismissed the elves, he took some food onto a side plate which was only slightly smaller and showed it to Draco question. "That enough for you, you can have some more as they know I don't usually eat a lot of the first course."

"Thank you Master. I've always known Master was kind but did not know that Master was this kind." Tears of devotion came up and ran down his pale cheeks.

Draco was getting used to Harry's generous amounts of food, he had known at school that Harry was loving and cared about people he liked greatly. He often wished to be part of that exclusive circle of friends, but had only managed to be part of Harry's outer circle of attention. He'd deliberately annoyed and taunted Harry's friends because he wanted Harry's attention focused on him, even in angry Draco had revelled in it. To have those bright emerald eyes focused on him had been the highlights of his days, Quidditch matches had been brilliant and something he'd waited for every time they were announced, his Master's attention for the whole hour or more the game took- he'd deliberately not looked for the snitch just followed Harry around the pitch. He'd scorned Weasley the most because of his freedom of being able to hold Harry's attention any time he wanted and not seeming to appreciate Harry's worth. Just seeing Harry as a way to make himself something better than his brothers, a worse version of his eldest brother Percy.

Harry hand feed Draco his meal, seeing as it obviously made Draco happy. It was difficult as Draco was quite lower down than he was and made a mental note to have a small, movable divine made that would bring Draco up so his head was above the table and Harry could easily feed him, while Draco was comfortable and did not have to kneel up all the time to reach his food.

Draco's hair already shone from the two simple washes and he looked happy. Harry was certain that by the end of the week Draco would be glowing, in top quality robes, correct amounts of food and being known he was cared for.

Madame Malkins arrived half an hour later, with several assistants in tow. She had bolts of fabrics in the finest quality with her and greed in her black pebble eyes. The Madame turned up her nose when she realised she was dressing Draco instead of the Boy- Who- Lived. "I am a wizard dresser Mr. Potter." Her nose in the air and the assistants looking disgusted. "I won't be insulted by being presented to dress an animal!"

Harry's eyes turned hard and a chill swept the room. "You wouldn't recognise it Madame. I'll pay you double to create the robes to the same quality you would for me and all accessories." The Madame melted immediately at the word double but Harry kept an impassive face throughout the interview, except when Draco turned his way for a look of approval. Draco was nervous of the all the women and had wanted to curl up in his Master's lap and have his Master stroke his hair and get rid of the frightening women, but had known his master would have been angry. He looked to his master for his decision and had wanted to hug him when he'd said he could have what ever he wanted.

Harry had let his distain be known; by not offering refreshments when the Madame had hinted obviously by coughing, or by showing any type of approval for the work they had done. The Madame packed up her considerable lighter bolts of fabric and bid her farewell - still with her nose in the air- towards the frosty faced boy, no man, she had been in the employ of for the last several hours.

Once Harry heard the front door close he clicked his fingers, Kreacher appeared. "Take the robes upstairs and hang them up Kreacher."

Harry moved to the sofa in the blue and cream living room where the afternoon tea had been laid out with the three eared service and cups of tea.

"I am never darkening the door of her shop again, let alone walk past it. The old hag, needs that stick up her ass take out and burnt."

Blinky the house elf 'pop'ed in at that moment, Draco crawled around her to sit by Harry who was laid out on the sofa with an arm thrown over his eyes. "Master Harry, Mr. Zambini is wanting to have an audience with you. Will master Harry be wanting Blinky to show the visitor in?"

"Yes. And bring in some scotch and sandwiches as Blaise eats like a horse."

"Yes master Harry," Blinky 'pop'ed out.

The food and drinks requested appeared on the table and there was also a new warmed bottle for Draco which a thoughtful elf had included.

"Mr. Zambini to see you master," Blinky announced as Blaise came through the door.

Blaise smirked as he saw the refreshments laid out on the table. "You know me too well Harry." Draco didn't know what to do, he had known Blaise when he'd been in the old wizard's care and had seen him praised for his torture techniques and completed missions.

Why was his Master allowing him into his home, Draco thought, is he here to kill his master and take him back to the old wizard.

"Finally able to be yourself must be a weight off your shoulders?" Harry asked, missing Draco's reaction to Blaise presence.

"Damn right! Had old Lupin perform an obliviate charm on my memory- after taking the memories into a pensive for the trials." Blaise seemed to ignore Draco's presence when he moved to the sofa opposite Harry. Harry casually carded his fingers through Draco's hair in a soothing gesture. Harry poured them both a helping of scotch and a cup of tea for later, Draco made to do it himself but Harry placed a hand on his shoulder.

Blaise, noticing Draco for the first time, it seemed, frowned and took a gulp of the scotch. "You'll need to train him. I'm working in the department and took the opportunity to mix business with pleasure and brought over the guidelines for Splantines with me."

"Good, I won't the restrictions removed as quickly as possible." Harry looked vaguely down at Draco who was sat on his knees directly in front of him. "They're degrading and stupid. Draco's as human as the next guy, and Umbridge needs a reality check."

Blaise covered his eyes and took a deep breath, "Harry, your wrong. The Splantine isn't human and most of the people who went to Hogwarts with us will be appalled that he was walking around as our equal- in the case of muggleborns- their superior! He's an animal and people will mostly ignore his presence, he's lower than a dog as people will note a dog's presence where as a Splantine is just a devoted shadow of their masters'. You'll need to follow the guidelines to a tea, Umbridge will inspect you herself but I'll come along to make sure she don't deny you your licence.

That's what most wizards will do when your Splantine accompanies you out, he'll have seen some others following around his father's friends when he was younger."

Harry was silent afterwards- Blaise thought he had forgotten he was still there.

Draco looked at Blaise; he had marks showing his effort in the war, a slim scar running down his cheek and under his shirt. He had lines of worry on his forehead and a maturity that hadn't been present when he'd last seen him. Draco wondered about him, but decided to ask his Master after Blaise had gone. He jumped when he felt Harry's fingers carding through his hair, it wasn't a tugging- like the old wizard had down in his meetings when he was agitated- they were smooth, soft strokes. He couldn't help but lean into the touch.

Harry poured another cup for himself and took a sandwich, "let me read the guidelines and you can tell me what Umbridge will be looking for me to slip up on." Blaise gulped another tumbler of scotch. Harry patted the seat next to him and looked at Draco, he didn't move. It was forbidden as he would be in an equal position to his Master! Harry lifted Draco up onto the sofa and said without removing his eyes from the sheets of guidelines. "Lay down and you won't be going against the rules. This way you're more comfortable without being disrespectful." Draco smiled and placed his head on his Master's leg, using it as a pillow- Master was right the sofa was more comfortable for his sore bum and redden knees but he wasn't happy with Blaise still in the room to see him in this position of near disrespect to his Master- not happy at all.

Blaise watched with a look of wonder at the display, Harry was making his Splantine comfortable; most masters had them sit in a dirty, diseased covered floor without a blink of the eye.

Blaise had been to many pureblood houses where Splantine where used as footstools and given the barest amount of food, a slice of meat was a big amount to some. Rightly, Blaise thought- as he was of pureblood descent- he had been brought up to ignore their presence and had often felt resentment towards the Splantine for his status as Slytherin Prince. What a joke he thought, as he looked at the animal leaning against his master. Draco had been head of his year and Blaise had been left in the dark. He'd strutted around and teased purebloods for being lesser than him, humiliated mudbloods even though he was below them. Blaise could just imagine what others would think and looked forward to their revenge when potter took him out in public.

He silently laughed, he'd take great pleasure in helping Harry train the animal in the next week, the little spoilt prince will finally realisehis place. Blaise thought while keeping a blank expression on his face.

if you wondering about the difference between when the house elves and Draco call Harry master - Draco uses a capital "M" the house elves don't - it is to add more meaning and I thought it was a nice touch, thereby reminding Draco of his nature and making it more realistic.

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