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CHAPTER TWO
Arrival at the Manor
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Harry was happily tossing random items of clothing and whatnot into his old school trunk. He was happy because he would finally be able to have a break from The Burrow; not that he didn't love the Weasleys or anything, but things could get a bit hectic around this place with a full house. With Ron and Hermione always "cleaning their room", Harry got bored when he wasn't out doing anything. He had told Ron that he was going to "visit Remus for a while to give him company whilst Tonks and Teddy are away", and Ron seemed to believe it and told him to take his time.

Pretending to be Draco's boyfriend would be the easy part of this thing (he had no idea what to call it), he decided. The hard part would be pretending to be Draco's boyfriend in front of Mr and Mrs Malfoy. Okay, so Narcissa didn't seem to be most the problem, it was Lucius who had the never-ending stick shoved up his arse. Hopefully that old git would be at work most the time, though.

To be honest, Harry had not been busy at all today or the day before. It came to a shock to him that Draco had asked this of him, and the only reason he accepted was because he didn't want Draco to think he wasn't brave or anything… I mean, what type of Gryffindor would he be if he declined? And he wanted to put off staying at the Malfoys as long as he could, but what sort of a "boyfriend" would he be if he had told Draco to wait a week, a month, or a year? It wouldn't seem all that believable, would it?

"Damn that blond," he muttered to himself, closing the latches on his trunk.

He took one last look at the room that now belonged to him and wondered how long it would be until he would see it again. Sure, the window made noises in the night when the wind blew against it and the floorboards creaked, but he would miss it.

Pulling his heavy trunk down the old staircase, he wondered how the whole house didn't collapse from the bangs and creaks it made from each fall.

"Oh, Harry!" Mrs Weasley beamed. "Are you leaving now? Make sure to send Remus our love. Oh, here, take these–!" She handed him what looked liked to be a few small homemade cakes in a container.

"Sure," Harry half-smiled. "Thanks."

He walked out the door, cakes in one hand and pulling his trunk with his other. For a few seconds he thought of actually going to visit Remus and just running away from whatever awaited him at the Malfoy Manor, but he couldn't do that to Draco.

He placed the container with the cakes under his arm and extracted his wand from his pocket, ready to apparate.

Puffing, Harry finally stepped up the shiny white stairs in front of the main entrance of the Malfoy Manor. He had apparated to outside the gates (which permitted him entry) and had to walk the endless – well, it had seemed it would never end ­– distance until he actually got to the house. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he pressed what looked to be the doorbell.

He expected to be waiting a while after the bell rang the short cheerful tune, but the door opened straight away.

"Oh, Harry!" Draco beamed, literally jumping on Harry and pulling him into a tight hug.

He what about to ask Draco what the fuck he thought he was doing, but he could slightly see Draco's parents; so without complaint, he placed a huge smile on his face and hugged Draco back just as tight.

Once the hug was released, Draco gave Harry a small peck on the cheek. "Don't tell me you walked all the way from the gate," he muttered, noticing Harry's slightly red face.

Lucius smirked from behind them, amused. "Well, Mr Potter," he said, "long time no see."

Draco collected Harry's trunk as Lucius took Harry's hand in his tightly, shaking it.

"Uh, good to see you, Mr Malfoy." Harry said awkwardly, releasing his hand and flexing it.

"Oh, do call me Lucius," he smirked. May as well try to make Potter's life hell if he's going to be here, Lucius thought evilly to himself.

Draco gave his father a strange look, and Harry just smiled.

Narcissa stepped forward and took Harry's hand, but she didn't shake it, she just held it between her two pale hands. "What a pleasure it is to have you in our house, dear."

"Thank you," Harry smiled. He remembered the cake-filled container that was still tightly under his arm – he wondered how they didn't fall when Draco gave him that hug – and he handed it to Narcissa. "Mrs Weasley sends her love."

"Oh, how kind of her." Narcissa smiled. "Now, I'm sure dear Harry is tired from that walking, will you show him to your room, Draco?"

Lucius's face fell. "Draco's room? Surely, Narcissa, you can't have them sharing–"

"They'll be fine, Lucius." Narcissa said, her eyes somehow turning a slightly darker shade of blue, but her voice was still calm, "You fuss too much."

"Thank you, Mother. We'll be down in time for dinner." Draco smiled, pulling Harry's trunk with him.

"Leave that, dear." Narcissa smiled, nodding towards the trunk. "Lucius shall bring it up later."

If it were possible, Lucius's face fell more.

"So this is your room?" Harry smiled, taking in the large room (that was almost seven times the size of his room back at The Burrow, and decorated in grey, white, and black).

"Yeah," Draco shrugged.

"The colours seemed to have disappeared," Harry snorted.

Draco gave him a short glare.

"What do you think they think we're doing up here?" Harry laughed. "Maybe we should make noises and see what sort of looks they give us during dinner. Did you see your Dad's face when your Mum said we'd be sharing a room? Priceless."

"I think you being here will drive him into insanity," Draco laughed.

"That's if he doesn't drive me into insanity first," Harry grumbled. "I mean, calling him Lucius? No thanks."

Draco laughed, sitting on a two-seat sofa by a large bookshelf.

"On my walk up I was thinking about some of the stuff we're going to have to know." Harry said, sitting next to Draco. "When did we start dating? How did we start dating?"

"Hmm," Draco said, thinking about these carefully; he was even rummaging some of his fantasies for ideas. "How about we started dating because Thomas and Finnigan locked us in a broom cupboard on Valentine's Day, and them being as perverted as they are, wouldn't let us come out until we snogged? Not that we have to tell my parents that, but we've always got it worked out just in case."

Harry laughed. "That's actually a pretty good idea."

Dinner passed uneventfully; there was some chatting, but most of it was awkward and short. However, after dinner, Narcissa asked if she could talk to Harry alone, and took him into their larger-than-normal sitting room.

"What are your intentions with my son?" she asked, sitting down.

Harry sat across from her and said, "I –"

"Would you marry him?" she cut in.

"If I could, of course I would." He answered nervously, wondering what she was getting at.

"If you ever," her eyes turned that darker shade they had turned earlier, "and I mean ever hurt my boy, there will be more than your death that shall be paid. The wizarding world is in no longer need for you, Potter, and I would gladly go to Azkaban if it were for my son."

Harry's eyes widened in a mixture of shock and fear, "I wouldn't dream of it, Mrs Mal–"

"Narcissa." She corrected.

"Right, Narcissa." Harry did his best to try smile, but all that he managed was a constipated type of look.

"You may go now," she said, her warm smile coming back into play.

"Goodnight, Narcissa," Harry said, showing his constipated smile once more, and left the room.

A/N: I am so sorry for the lateness of this chapter! But like I said last update, I have been busy.

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