To Gain My Independence

A Harry/Draco Drarry story

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A/N: Please remember this is rated M. And how about some reviews? I think im lacking in that department, on this story. =(

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Lucius's jaw dropped, his eyes widened, and then they flashed with fury.

"He's your what?" his voice said beg your pardon, but his eyes said, I'll kill him. Narcissa jumped in front of Lucius.

"Draco, Harry, why don't you unpack your things. Harry, you can sleep in Draco's room tonight." Lucius seethed.

"I will not have Draco slee-," He was cut off by a silencing charm Narcissa threw his way. As the two boys headed upstairs, they could hear Draco's mum reprimanding Lucius.

"Don't you dare say a thing about this to Draco! Don't you dare shame him for being gay!" She took a deep breath and lowered her voice. Harry watched Draco stop on the stairs to listen, "After all, you enjoy the company of men from time to time!" Harry hurried up the stairs before Draco noticed him listening. Draco did not look happy, this wasn't what he planned, and he wasn't going to share a room with Harry.

"Here is my room," Draco stated not making eye contact with Harry. "Dinners at exactly 5:30, so wear your dress robes. Harry frowned.

"I didn't bring my dress robes; you didn't tell me I would need them." Draco sighed, Harry was an idiot.

"That's fine; in fact, you can wear muggle clothing for all I care. That's better anyways." Harry saw his trunk by the foot of the bed and went to open it, but it was empty.

"I suppose your things are already put into that dresser there," Draco pointed to a small oak dresser.

"How did it get there so fast?" Harry asked curiously. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Don't be such a muggle Harry; we do have house elves you know."

"But how did they unpack it so fast, when your mum just told us where I'd be sleeping?"

"Harry, they are house elves," like that really explained it all.

"Oh." Harry stared at his feet uncomfortably, now what was he supposed to do until dinner. Draco yawned.

"I think I will take a nap," he crawled into his bed and within minutes was sound asleep. Harry looked around the room, saw a desk, and sat in the chair by it. On the desk was a pad of parchment, so he decided to write to Ron, and Hermione. Maybe even Ginny, since he had the time. He looked through two drawers before he found a quill and a container of black ink.

Hey Ron,

You would not believe this place, its huge……….

An hour later, he was writing his fifth attempted letter to Ginny, when Draco awoke.

"Just keep wasting my parchment Potter, I don't mind," he said looking at the growing pile of crumpled paper. Harry smiled and crumpled up the half-written letter he was now working on. Annoyed Draco stood up. "I'll be back." Harry looked up.

"Were you going?"

"Not that it's any of your business or anything, but I have to use the restroom." Harry stood.

"So where is it at?" he had been holding in his pee for the last forty-five minutes. Draco smirked evilly.

"Find it yourself Potter." and he turned to leave.

"Hey Malfoy?" Draco stopped.

"What Potter?"

"How expensive is this plant?" Harry asked unzipping his jeans. Draco's eyes widened.

"Potter, that's sick!"

"Shouldn't you be calling your boyfriend by his given name, not his sure name?" Harry asked zipping up his pants.

"Ok, Harry, follow me, I'll show you were the closest restrooms are. Just stay away from the plants." he smirked again. "That one bites you know." Harry paled.

"Scared Potter? Draco asked leading Harry to the dinning room. Harry continued in silence. Outside the doors to the dinning room Draco slipped his hands in Harry's without saying a word, and waited for the house elf to open the door. Once open he took a deep breath, and half dragged Harry to the table, were the Malfoys were waiting. Releasing Harry's hands like it was on fire Draco pulled a chair out and stood behind it, Harry stood behind him.

"Sit!" Draco whispered so quietly Harry almost didn't hear it. Blushing, he realized Draco was trying to be a polite "boyfriend", and he sat so fast he knocked his fork off the table. Draco held in a laugh. This was going better then planned. Embarrassed, Harry started to reach for it, when Draco put a hand on his shoulder.

"Let the house elf get it, Hun," he said, avoiding looking at Harry's eyes, dreading the reaction to the pet name he was only using to annoy his father. Lucius narrowed his eyes and gripped his water glass to keep from saying anything. He couldn't believe his son would actual associate with Potter, let alone date him. Something was up. He cleared his throat has salad appeared on everyone's plate.

"So Harry, how long have you two been dating?" he asked suspiciously. Harry shoveled a forkful of salad in his mouth fast.

"Well…we ..have," he began, talking between chews, when Draco cut him off.

"Since October father, two moths now," Draco supplied.

"And who asked who?" Lucius continued, trying to sound as innocent as possible. Harry, who just swallowed, smiled and winked at Draco.

"It was the sweetest thing ever Lucius," Harry said throwing formalities out of the way, "I was just in the library looking for a book, when I noticed your son smile at me," Harry sighed, "what a gorgeous smile it is." Narcissa smiled at Harry's obvious infatuation for her son, "And it was like time stopped," Harry pretended to choke up, and covered his fast with his napkin, hiding a huge smile. After he caught his breath he continued, "anyways, next thing I knew, he was down on one knee asking if he could escort me to Hogsmeade that weekend. It was soooo romantic," He sighed again. Draco watched his father's face pale, his mouth held open, and a look of disgust, and horror on his face.

Oh Draco," his mum cooed, "you are such the gentle men," and her eyes water. Lucius frowned deeply he wanted to hex that Potter boy out of his seat, and out of the Manor.

"I was talking to Mrs. Zabbini's newest husband, and he says Blaise is quite interested in males-"

"I refuse to have a three way," Harry said, enjoying all the different reactions he has been able to cause Lucius tonight. Paybacks a bitch.

"Ah what-…ummm," Lucius stood as Draco fumbled with words to say. He pointed his cane at Harry and gave him a venomous look. "Your half-bl-," He was cut off by Narcissa, who took his cane and chucked it across the room.

"Oops," she said calmly, with a false apologetic tone. , "I guess since you don't have your cane, you must sit down," she whispered, her voice icy. Lucius stared at Harry for one last moment, before sitting. What had gotten into is wife? This was very unlike her. "Draco Dear," she smiled brightly, "Your father and I are cancelling our trip to Paris," she left it at that, as Lucius stared at her in shock and fury. "We want to spend time with you and your new boyfriend," she reached her hand acrossed the table and caressed Dracos cheek. Harry followed suit, caressing Draco's cheek next, doing it just to see his face fill with warmth, and watch him squirm uncomfortably. Lucius stood up so fast his chair toppled over. He took no notice as he left the dinning room, leaving his cane behind. "He'll get over it," Narcissa assured as a house elf rushed in, righted the chair, gave them their next course, and left, taking her masters cane with her.

After desert, Harry excused himself to the washroom. Drying his hands, he headed back to the dinning room, when he heard Draco and his mum talking.

"I don't want to know if you are or not, I just want to make sure you know how to be safe is all," Harry watched Draco uncomfortable cross his arms, his face tinged with pink.

"Mum, we arnt even really da-," Narcissa cut him off.

"You know me and your father don't love each other," she said softly, patting his shoulder, "and im just so happy to see you truly in love," her eyes watered and tears threatened to spill over. "No matter what your father says, I want you to stay with Harry for as long as he makes you happy." she kissed his forhead and left, leaving Draco dumbstruck standing in the middle of the room. Harry hid in the shadows until she was safely out of site, before he entered the dinning room again.

"That went well," he said casually, refering to dinner with Lucius. Draco nodded.

"Let's go," he led Harry out of the dinning room, down some stairs and into a dark room. "Are you any good at chess?" he asked lighting a candle, and reaveling a wizards chess set, and two cozy chairse across from each other.

"I'm..well-er- im total rubbish." Draco smirked. By midnight, he successfully beat Harry in 12 games.

"One more," Draco challenged. Harry groaned.

"It's late,"

"Just one more game Harry, and we'll call it quits." Harry stood, stretching out his sore back muscles. "Play me one more game, and you can sleep in the bed, and I'll take the floor."

"You're on!" Harry managed to successfully lose that round in less than 15 minutes.

"Your getting better," Draco said standing. "Race you to the room," he said bolting off, Harry close behind, not cause he wanted to race, but because he would get lost if he didn't.

Draco's bed was unnaturally comfortable, and Harry began to drift asleep within minutes of his head hitting the pilow. Later that night Harry awoke to someone shoving him. "Scoot over, my fathers coming to check on us." Draco urged, and then jumped in the bed besides Harry, resting his head on his chest and feigning sleep. Harry wrapped his arm around Draco's shoulder, and closed his eyes just before Lucius opened the door.

"Fuck!" they heard Lucius whisper angrily. "This is just wrong."

"Quiet," Narcissa reprimanded joining Lucius in staring at the sleeping boys who were snuggled together comfortably. "They are so cute," she breathed. Lucius looked at her as if he wanted to curse her.

"This is all your fault!" he seethed before stalking off.

"Harry didn't know how long Draco's mum stood and watched them, or when he fell asleep, but he awoke to Draco stirring besides him. His head was now resting on Harry's stomach instead of his chest, and Harry's hand was lightly placed on Draco's neck, instead of wrapped around his shoulder.

"What a nice compliment," Draco said opening his eyes, finding them faced at Harry's lap.

"It's the morning, I can't help it," he blushed, and pushed Draco off his stomach. This had to go down in history has his most awkward moment ever. Draco merley laughed and stood, facing the window.

"Shit!" he exclaimed, causing Harry to stand up and stare out the window. There was Blaise Zibinni, his mother, and her seventh husband walking towards the Malfoy Manor, from the start of the wards. They must have just apparate in. "My father's going to try and set me up with Blaise," Draco groaned. "I don't want to date a guy, and im definitely not going to date someone he set me up with! Get back in bed and take your shirt off!" Draco commanded taking his own off.

"What-why?" Draco was busy messing his hair up; it looked as if he was trying to go for the Potter look.

"Were going to make Father think he walked in on us having…uh…making…doing it. You're bottoming." Harry awkwardly laid down as Draco climbed on top of him, throwing the blanket over his back, and holding himself up, their bodies only an inch apart. Draco listened for his father and Blaise to enter his hallway before he directed Harry, "Moan!" Harry looked horrified.

"I will not," he whispered. So Draco began to moan, and move his hips forward and back, making it look like more was going on then what was actually happening. Harry was painfully aware of how close, and yet how far Draco's hips were from his, and he wondered if Draco remembered what Harry woke up with this morning. Just as Draco was throwing his head back in "ecstasy" Lucius opened his bedroom door.