Malfoy Manor
Harry felt the familiar hook around his navel as the Portkey picked the five of them up. Seconds later they dropped to the ground right outside a huge mansion. He stumbled slightly but Draco's hand on his tell arm kept him steady, the three Dursley's were sprawled on the ground unattractively.
"My apologies, I forgot to show you how to land properly." Draco said, courteously helping Petunia to her feet, once all three of them were standing Draco brought everyone's attention to his manor, "Welcome to Malfoy Manor please follow me." And the blonde led them up a gravel path towards the huge structure. The awe inspiring building reminded Harry of a picture he once saw while still in the Muggle world, the Whitehouse in America, just it was more of a fifteenth to sixteenth century gothic style. With countless towers pointing up into the blackened sky. Harry figured the tower with the many owls flying in and out of was the Owlery. Two huge oak doors stood in front of the group and as they neared the doors opened.
"Master Draco sir, we's was so worried sir. You have guest's sir. Please let Nibby take your coats sirs and madam." Harry took off his coat and handed it to the small house elf with a kind smile. The Dursley's handed their coats over reluctantly.
"Nibby, please ask Stubby to take these bags up to three guest suits, we will be in the green lounge when he has finished."
"Yes Master Draco sir." And the house-elf disappeared with a soft 'pop'.
"You may leave your bags here; come maybe a drink before you all retire to your suits."
The four guests followed Draco up to the well-named green lounge, passing portraits of generations upon generation of Malfoys, sealed doors and more staircases.
"This place is amazing Draco, do you live here alone?" Harry asked speeding up slightly so he could walk by the Veelas side.
"Yes, it's just me and the house-elves, for now, hopefully."
They finally made it to the room that was covered in different shades and tones of green. An ebony coffee table stood in front of the fire and intricate mantelpiece, surrounded by plush leather couches and chairs.
"How very Slytherin of you." Harry murmured perching on the end of a couch.
"Now what would you like to drink?" Draco asked.
"Just some butterbeer please, I think Dudley would like that too, and perhaps a glass of fire-whiskey for my Uncle and some thing light for my aunt she doesn't drink much." Harry smiled at the blonde as he clicked his fingers and gave the house-elf the order adding an extra fire-whiskey for him self.
They sat in silence, as the Dursleys took in their surroundings and the paintings, while Harry stared at the composed blonde. He was handsome, no doubt about that. His sneer had disappeared from his face and instead replaced by amusement on behalf of Harrys Muggle relatives. His blonde hair had grown and was now shoulder length, pulled back to the base of his skull. He stood there in front of the fire dressed in black leather and green silk each material pulling out his skin tone and bright silver eyes, Harry thought he looked gorgeous.
"Master Draco," the House-Elf reappeared and bowed low while holding a tray with five glasses on it. Two tankards full with butterbeer, which the house-elf passed to himself and Dudley, then two small glasses with a small amount of fire-whiskey were then handed to Draco and Vernon then finally the elf handed a small champagne like glass to Petunia before bowing and exiting with a soft pop.
Ten minutes later another house-elf appeared declaring the guest rooms prepared, and with a few words with Draco he disappeared again.
"What are those things anyway?" Dudley asked putting his empty tankard on the table.
"House-Elves, they work here at the manor,"
"Why do they dress like that?" Dudley asked again.
"It is a mark of a House-Elves enslavement, to present a House-Elf with clothes would set it free, but most don't want to be freed." Then Draco sent a small smile at Harry obviously remembering Dobby, "If you would like to follow me I will show you to your suits."
It took them ages to reach the first bedroom, which was to be Vernon's and Petunias, Draco told them that breakfast was served at nine and that he would send a house-elf to show them down. Dudley's room was next and Draco said the same thing before moving on. Finally they made it to Harry's rooms.
"Goodnight Harry, my rooms are just there if you need anything please come and tell me, there should be some robes in the wardrobe and they should adjust to your size as well as some pyjamas which will do the same. Sweet dreams, beautiful." Draco pressed a gentle kiss to Harry's cheek and turned to enter his own rooms.
Harry sighed and looked around the bedroom. A huge four-poster bed sat on a raised dais, with small steps to reach it. The bed was adorned with black silken sheets. The walls were a dark blue colour with ebony furniture everywhere you looked. Two doors were attached to the room and Harry moved to the first one. A large walk in wardrobe full with different shaped, cut and colour robes. He quickly moved to the next one. A bathroom about half the size of the bedroom but still able to probably fit the whole of the Dursleys sitting room and kitchen. Harry decided to quickly brush his teeth with a spare toothbrush and change into the green silk pyjamas he had taken out of the wardrobe and then he ran towards the luxurious bed.
Harry lay there for hours; he kept on looking around the room, changing his position on the bed, closing his eyes and trying to sleep. But his body just wouldn't let him. He felt like there was something missing. Something, which was lying in bed only two doors down dreaming of him.
"No! I've only just started to like him!" Harry argued with himself, "I can't just go crawl into bed with him! Oh bugger it!"
Harry stepped out of bed and made his way across the room and slipped silently out of the door. He made his way to Draco's door and knocked lightly, hearing a muffled come in Harry entered the room slowly, and let the door slide shut behind him.
"I-I'm sorry, I hope I didn't wake you up?" Harry muttered moving forward a few steps.
"You didn't Harry, don't worry, are you okay?" Draco asked sitting up in the huge bed.
"Yes, I just couldn't sleep and I-I just felt a little alone. I was wondering if I could…stay in here…with you." Harry finished and stopped walking as he reached the base of the bed.
"Of course come up here." Harry smiled and climbed the steps up to the mattress and slid beneath the sheets keeping away from the blonde to avoid touching.
"You won't try…anything during the night, will you?"
"I wouldn't even think about it, you are a wonderful beautiful person, I don't want you to be afraid of me." Draco whispered as he gently pulled Harry into his arms. Running his fingers through the long black hair to get it out of Harry's face, "You are…perfect. Now please go to sleep, I will be here when you wake up." So Harry drifted off to Draco's warm voice in his ear.
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"Harry," Draco whispered in his mates pointed ear, Harry stirred slightly but didn't wake from his sleep, "Wake up Harry, my perfect Elven mate." Draco ran the hand, which wasn't currently wrapped around the Elf's waist through the red streaked hair, and smiled softly as his mate made a small noise at the back of his throat, "Wake up beautiful." Draco skimmed his fingers down Harry's feminine curves and chuckled as the smaller man tried to wiggle away from the hand his eyelashes fluttering poetically against his cheeks. Draco repeated the action until Harry's green eyes were staring into his own.
"Good morning beautiful." Draco whispered leaning forward to kiss Harry's blushing cheek.
"Hi, how are you today?" Harry murmured lifting his own hand to skim through the blonde locks.
"I am brilliant, and your self?"
"Happy." Harry said as a fierce blush stained his cheeks.
"I'm glad."
"What time is it?" Harry asked rolling away from Draco's light hands and soft touch rather reluctantly.
"Almost nine o' clock," Draco answered following Harry to the side of the bed and putting his arm back around Harry's waist.
"Alright I had better be getting dressed then."
"Wait a few minutes, come here there's something I'd like to show you." Draco took Harry's hand in his own and entwined their fingers then proceeded to gently pull Harry to a pair of French windows leading onto a large balcony.
"Look Harry, just look." Draco whispered moving Harry to stand at the furthest point of the semi-circle balcony. He stood behind the smaller man and wrapped his arms around Harry's slim curved body, one arm around his waist, resting on his flat stomach and one arm around his hips playing with the hair, which tickled against his fingers.
The view was spectacular, the sun was shining between the snow capped peaks of two mountains, a vast forest and countless fields separated them from the Manor, when Harry turned his head to the right he could see a small town and not far from there was a light flowing river. Cows and sheep grazed in various fields.
"It's so beautiful," Harry whispered turning once again to observe the many mountains.
"Yes it truly is." Draco whispered, if Harry had looked around when the comment was made he would have noticed that the Veela was not looking at the view. Draco kissed Harry's hair and tightened his hold on the slender body.
"Happy Birthday, Harry." Draco whispered in the elf's ear. He could feel his mates smile and then a second later he felt Harry's hands atop his own. Draco parted his fingers and let Harry entwine them with his.
"I don't want to move my darling but breakfast will be ready in fifteen minutes and we need to get ready. You can have some of my Muggle clothes; they will adjust to your size." Draco said walking Harry back into the suit.
"Thank-you but could I possibly have a shower first?"
"Yes, the bathroom is there," Draco put some clothes into Harry's arms and pointed him in the direction of the bathroom.
"Thanks, you won't…go will you?"
"I'll be here when you come out beautiful." Harry gave the blonde a blinding smile and disappeared into the bathroom.
Thirty minutes later, the two of them made their way down to the parlour, which was decorated, in soft crèmes and beiges.
"Draco, when are we going back to Privet Drive?" Draco frowned as he led Harry to a seat.
"I don't know, why?"
"Well I was wondering whether you had a library, because I want to find out about Elves and Veelas."
"Of course, we can go after breakfast and take your family with us."
"Thank you. How big is the Manor exactly?" Harry asked casting a glance out of a nearby window.
"I believe it has thirty-five suits, five towers one is an owlery, four lounges, four parlours, one library, three studies, two Floo rooms, three ball rooms, one foyer, one kitchen, and one hundred dungeons, give or take."
"Seriously?" Harry gaped open mouthed at the Veela.
"Very serious…" Draco trailed off looking instead at Harry's rosy lips, which he had only just noticed.
"This place is huge." Harry murmured his hand dropping on top of Draco's on the table, "Er…I…Sorry." Harry stuttered but making no move to remove it.
"Harry, don't say things you don't mean." Draco murmured tilting Harry's head up so that he could gaze down into the emerald orbs.
"What do you-"Harry's reply was cut short as a pair of cherry red lips closed over his own. Harry physically jumped. It was his first real kiss and Draco was kissing him…Draco was kissing…Draco was …Draco! After a few seconds Harry began to kiss back, moving his lips slowly against Draco's. Then Harry felt a silken tongue brush across his lower lip. He was curious so he opened his mouth to let Draco's tongue enter. Someone coughed, but neither Draco nor Harry had moved from each others lips. Someone coughed again. Harry pulled away from Draco and swivelled round to face the door. Dudley was stood there fidgeting under the scrutiny of the two men.
"Good morning Dudley please sit down," Draco said gesturing to a chair opposite him self, "How did you sleep? Were the rooms okay?"
"Yes, the rooms were amazing, I slept alright."
"Good, Harry and I were planning to go to the library after breakfast, would you like to join us I am sure something in the wizarding world has intrigued you."
"Well I was wondering about that thing that Harry did a couple of years ago, the one that he had to go to court for."
"What would that be?" Draco asked looking at Harry for information.
"My corporal Patronus. When Umbridge ordered the Dementors to attack me in Wisteria Lane"
"How very intriguing you will have to show me later Harry,"
"Oh crap!" Harry cried suddenly, leaping to his feet, "I left my wand in Privet Drive!"
"No…No you didn't." Dudley said withdrawing something from his pants pocket, "I picked this up for you, and I thought you might want it, I never got the chance to give it to you though. Sorry."
"You know, Big D, sometimes you're not all bad." Harry grinned slightly and took the wand his cousin held out for him, just as Vernon and Petunia entered the room led by a house-elf with large ears and a long nose with bristles of hair coming out of its large nostrils.
"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, please sit down I hope you are well this fine morning?" Draco asked as though he were on autopilot and not caring about their answers at all.
"Pippy, please tell the kitchens that we are ready for breakfast to be brought up."
"Yes, Master Draco sir." The elf disappeared.
"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, Harry, Dudley and I were going to retreat to the library after breakfast maybe you would like to join us, or would you rather go home and they can return home later?"
"We'll go home." Vernon grunted turning his attention to the platters of food the house elves were carrying in.
"Help yourselves."