I'M BACK! And I'm on a roll, aren't I!? This is a rather short chapter, I know, But I enjoyed writing it (IT TOOK THREE HOURS BECAUSE I WAS DOING A PHYSICS ESSAY WHILE WRITING IT!!!!)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, if I did, Detentions with Severus would go down waayyyyyy differently ;)

"Now which spoon is the soup spoon?" Harry sighed; he had been through this a million times.

"Uh, I d'know Pans, this pointy one here?" He asked sarcastically, raising the fork. Draco chuckled and moved behind Harry to massage his shoulders.

"I know it's tedious babe, but your manners need to be impeccable for your private lunch with Mamma Nayka." Harry nodded and lifted the soup spoon.

"Very good." Said Pansy "Now tell me, which one is the salad fork?"

"It's time you memorized the names of the family." Draco announced later that afternoon once Pansy had left. He sat on the sofa and placed a large and old looking photo album on his lap. Harry walked over and sat next to him, resting his head on Draco's large shoulder.

"Fine. Where do we start?" He asked. Draco smiled and took a deep breath.

"In 1765, medieval Spain, a peasant named Larscurrus Corpicus married a servant named Atarina Duvoght. Both magical. They had Scirsus Corpicus who went on to marry a countess in France named Discille. They had three children. Their youngest son married Marina Dublanche, also magical. They had two children, a son and daughter. Their son died at age three, their daughter married Argus Malfoy, one of the king of England's guards. They had a son, also a wizard, who married the wealthy daughter of a duke. They had eleven children. Four stayed in England, several moved to France. One went back to Spain. Their fifth son, Morfus, married a woman of great wealth named Alana. They had four children. One died in a war. One daughter married a man name Francis Weasley, one daughter married a man named Terrius Black, and one son, Achidna, married a woman named Dracona Lersian. The two of them had a son that they named Lucius. He went on to marry a noble's daughter named Narcissa. They had a son who, as was custom in Narcissa's family, was named after the grandmother, Draco. All of them were magical." Draco took in a deep breath. He had been pointing at pictures of family in the album during this whole speech. He closed the book and looked at Harry expectantly.

"Now, repeat that to me." Harry gaped at him.

"Wh-what? But-you, I mean.... how am I... what!?" He looked at Draco who sighed.

"You know you're right. We should learn my mothers background first, and then try the whole thing. "

Harry groaned.

It was the next day, the day before the lunch with Mamma Nayka, and Harry and Draco were sipping tea and talking merrily. Harry was disheartened; he was still having trouble with the family. (Can you really blame him? Who has a family like that?) Anyway, they were discussing Christmas when something truly amazing happened.

"So what are you getting me for Christmas?" Draco asked, smirking. Harry laughed.

"I don't know, what do you want?" He asked, rubbing his ankle against Draco's calf under the table. Draco grinned.

"You mean other than you with me?" He looked thoughtful. "I don't know something meaningful I guess."

Harry thought for a moment, and then it hit him. "HEY! What if I could get you a medal of honor, you know, for your great, great uncle? He died in the war and never actually got one did he?" He took a sip of tea before setting it down and noticing that Draco was staring at him.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" He asked. Draco shook his head, still looking shocked.

"Harry, do you know what you just did?" Harry shook his head. "You just remembered something about my family, used it correctly, made a knowledgeable theory based on it, and didn't make it sound rehearsed." Harry froze.

"Oh. My. God. I... I did, didn't I?" Draco nodded and grinned. He stood up and so did Harry.

"Quick, Harry, where do I want to live in a few years?" Harry smiled.

"Greece, which makes sense because it's so close to Spain which is where five of your great cousins lived, and also where your great, great, great grandfather Larscurrus Corpicus lived!" Then he gasped. "Oh my god, was that right?"

Draco laughed and ran forward. He gabbed Harry and kissed him passionately. Harry moaned deeply and wrapped his arms around Draco's neck and his legs around Draco's waist. Draco carried him into the living room and dumped him onto the sofa. He began to kiss down Harry's neck eliciting a whimper from the smaller boy.

"Tell me," Draco said, sucking at the juncture of Harry's neck and shoulder "What is my great grandfather's name?" he asked. Harry gasped.

"Achidna- ah!" Draco bit down and growled.

"God that's hot." He muttered against Harry's tan skin. He began to grind his hips against Harry's. "Now baby, let me show you how we Malfoy's traditionally congratulate others on a success." He slipped his hand into Harry's pants.

Harry moaned.

"Quick, quick! Go, now! You have to be there in five minutes, go!" Draco ushered Harry towards the fire. He spun him around, kissed his lips and gave him a tight hug. Harry grabbed a handful of floo powder before tossing it in, yelling "Mamma Nayka's", and vanishing in a wave of green flames.

Harry stepped out of the fire into a room that looked as though Valentine's Day had thrown up over it. He saw a table set up in the center of the room with several trays of food on it. He stepped over to it and sat down. He nearly choked when a voice came from in front of him.

"Ah, Mr. Potter, how wonderful of you to join me." He looked up as a very pretty old woman stepped forward and sat down across from him. She snapped her fingers and the tray's began serving the two of them by themselves. " Now before we begin please allow me to say that your outfit at the ball was truly breathtaking, it also had Joseph Veidotāja written all over it, was it an original of his?" Harry nodded and muttered thank you.

"Now that just won't do! No shyness with me, I want to see the real you!" Mamma Nayka smiled at him as she sipped her tea. Harry looked down at his plate and saw that he had been served a caeser salad. He grinned and picked up the salad fork. He saw her nod as he took a bite.

"Now tell me darling, what is your favorite color?" Harry looked up, surprised at the very basic question.

"Yellow." He said, taking another bite. He remembered to keep his back perfectly straight.

"Wonderful. And could you tell me what your favorite animal is?" Harry smiled at her.

"Dogs. I like dogs." He replied. She smiled.

"Any dogs in particular?"

"Great, big, shaggy, black dogs." He answered, his mind wandering to his godfather.

She nodded.

"Yes, and now, what do you like about Draco?" She asked, sipping the steaming cup. Harry took a deep breath.

"Well, I went to school with Draco. We weren't exactly on best terms there, but after the war, as you most likely know, we have been keeping a friendly acquaintanceship up over owls. I have seen passed the slytherin, and realize that Draco is kind, and caring. Compassionate, and daring. A little stubborn, but brave and smart. And not to mention handsome." He added as an afterthought. Mamma Nayka practically snorted.

"Been practicing that one I see. But tell me, you have said none of his stature, or the fact that his family is one of the wealthiest in Britain?"

Harry rubbed the back of his neck bashfully.

"Well, not to sound conceited or anything, but, well... you see... I'm Harry Potter. I have money in banks all over the world. I have muggle money, joined accounts with other wizarding families, my father's money, not to mention all of his family's money. I have distant family in Spain who are currently courtiers, countesses, and dukes. I have been awarded Order of Merlin first class, and well, I just killed the most powerful dark wizard of all time." He ended lamely. "Money and status, aren't really a priority of mine..." With nothing more to do he kept eating the salad, and took a bite of his bread.

Mamma Nayka smiled at him.

"Yes I see your point. But, being a little off topic you must try this caviar, it's to die for."

The two of them sat in a general silence for the next several minutes, eating noiselessly. Finally Mamma Nayka asked the next question.

"Now dear, where do you want to live when you grown up?"

"Greece." Harry said automatically. The woman frowned.

"I don't want to be rude, but I already know about my client, I want to know about you." Harry took a deep breath.

"I don't want to be rude, but Greece is where I want to live. I've heard that the magically community is like one giant family, and as you may be aware, I've never really had one of those before. It sounds perfect for me." He said defiantly. She blinked at him, and then smiled.

"Well, it's clear that you know what you want Harry. Well, thank you for joining me; this has been a very enlightening lunch. And I hope to see you again." She said, her eyes sparkling. Harry stood to go.

"Oh! One last thing before you leave Harry dear. Not to sound a fool, but may I have your autograph? My grand daughter has a poster of you in her bedroom and to tell the truth, I don't have her a Christmas gift yet."

Did you love it, or did you love it? I was cracking up while writing the smutty part. WHich reminds me, I'm perfectly content keeping the sex in this story as mild as it is now, but I don't have to. If any of you have read pennies then you know that I have no problem writing sex scenes, but I don't know if you guys like the story the way it is now, but I can always add the chapter!

Speaking of sex, if you review, I'll make it happen ;) Flames will be used to heat up that caviar.

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