A/N: So, I just want to say thank you all for the wonderful reviews. I don't really have anything of any importance to say (not that I ever do), so I won't bother you with nonsensical rambling, like how ice cream it amazing. Have you ever had ice cream? What about the chocolate kind with peanut butter in it. That is my favorite. Do you know how they make ice cream? Well, they start by…
Oops, I did it again. Oh well…
FYI in this chapter, we learn that Harry was a randy little bugger.
Also, I noticed that in Chapter 4: Wills and Letters, Pt 3, I made a mistake, small though it may be: said hat Harry need only touch the box that held the key to Peverell Manor with the finger that the Emrys ring rests upon, when it should have been the finger that the Peverell ring rests upon.
'thoughts'
"dialogue"
~parseltongue~
{mind-speak to familiars}
~~~~-scene change-~~~~
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 6
Spluttering Dates, Blushing Virgins and Attempted Murders
They talked for a while, and then Draco jokingly asked, "Is this a date or something, Potter?"
Harry look up at Draco, with a serious, no-nonsense expression. "I do wish you would call me Harry. And yes, it is."
Draco sat there in silent shock. He didn't splutter, Malfoys did not splutter, but he was shocked into silence. 'This must be Potter's idea of a joke. He just wants to mess around with my feelings. Damn my crush on him. He is just playing. Why the fuck must it be me. Damn Harry Bloody Fucking Potter, playing around with my emotions. Fuck him…wait no, he should fuck me-ARGH bad thoughts, think of McGonagall in a bikini-ARGH disgusting. I'm getting a lobotomy later.' Draco gave a nervous chuckle, trying not to show the effect Harry was having on him. "Quit joking, Potter."
"It is not a joke, Draco, and I believe I said that I preferred Harry."
"I don't frankly give a damn what you prefer, Potter. And I would appreciate it if you would not play around with me just to get some fun. I do not take kindly to 'friends' toying with me just to get a reaction."
"I am not toying with you Draco. I was being honest when I said that this is, in fact, a date. Granted, it was not what I had in mind when I brought you here from Madame Malkin's, but I would like to consider this our first date."
Draco was getting peeved. Fast. "POTTER! This is NOT a date, and I do NOT appreciate you playing with my emotions like this! I do not know how you found out about my crush-," Draco had to stop himself before he said exactly who he was crushing on. He would not give Harry any more ammunition to use against himself.
Harry, however, had caught on. Ever since his third year, he had noticed that Draco's insults to him had been lacking the biting tone. He had noticed the furtive, longing glances he received form the blond. At first, he hadn't recognized what was going on, being the emotionally stunted teen that he was. But as the years progressed, he had noticed the glances were somewhat similar to the ones Hermione sent Ron during the Yule Ball, when she had been with Viktor Krum. He had been thinking about it lately, and had actually started to develop a crush of his own on the blonde. Hearing Sirius's will had raised his suspicions, but just hearing Draco talk of toying with his emotions and the crush had confirmed them. Slowly, a smirk made its way on to his face.
"Can we take this discussion somewhere more private, Draco?" Without waiting for the blonde's response, he grabbed Draco's arm and went to the Leaky Cauldron, choosing an empty both near the back, where he promptly set up Privacy Charms.
"Draco, I know about your crush on me. I have noticed the glances since third year. Granted, I didn't fully realize what they meant until fourth year, but I did notice them. I also noticed how you seemed reluctant to insult me. Today, when I was at Gringott's, I heard Siri's will. He said that you should go for your crush, and that raised my suspicions. But just now, when you talked about me toying with your emotions, they were confirmed. I just want you to know Draco, that ever since I really started to think about the glances, I have begun to crush on you, too. So, I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to consider it a first date: I do. But only if that is what you want."
As Draco was trying to decipher Harry's mini-speech, he chose the smallest detail he could think of to throw Harry off track: "Sirius put me in his will?"
Harry chuckled a bit at that. He knew what Draco was trying to do, so he let him play his games. "Yes. And what he left you will have you blushing like a virgin on her wedding night."
At this, Harry could see red rising into Draco's cheeks. Harry outright laughed at this. "The Slytherin Sex God is a virgin still! HA!"
"I did grind a bit against some people, predominantly males," Draco said sheepishly. Then he added in a whisper, "And you're the Sex God."
Seeing his hopeful-lover-to-be blushing red as the Weasleys' hair, Harry laughed even harder. Especially when he heard that he was the Sex God.
"SHUT UP! I am sorry that not everyone is as horny as you are. Unlike you, I was able to control my urges. Just out of curiosity, who was it?"
Chuckling at Draco's curiosity, he stated, "I deflowered the Weaslette and the Patil twins (at the same time!). Mostly, it was guys, Justin Flinch-Fletchley, Oliver Wood and Cedric Diggory. And I deflowered Colin and Denis Creevey. And I always top."
After this, conversation became normal again. Harry and Draco left the shop and made their way down Diagon Alley. As they went, they noticed Fred and George's new shop, still under contruction. Immediately, Harry's mood turned sour.
"Draco, can we go into the twins' new store. I would like to have a chat with them."
"It's still being worked on."
"They think of me as family. I'm sure they'll let us in."
"Is this about that trust thing?"
Receiving a somber nod, Draco let Harry lead him inside. Immediately, the twins were on them.
"Well, Harry-"
'It is certainly-"
"Nice to see-"
"You."
"Looks like you-"
"Finally told-"
"Him about the-"
"Crush!" they finished together.
"Gred, Forge, we need to talk." Noticing Harry's expression, they turned sober immediately and led the pair to the back room.
"What is with the sour mood, little brother?" Fred asked.
"I need an oath that what you say to me when I ask you the next question is the truth to your knowledge."
"I, Fred Gideon Weasley/George Fabian Weasley, swear on my magic that the answer to Hadrian James Potter's next question posed to myself will be the truth to the best of my knowledge," they said in unison.
"Did you know that the Weasley family was stealing money from me and spying on me for Albus Perceval Wulfric Brian Dumbledore?" At this, the twins looked equal parts horrified and angry. At what, Harry could not tell.
"No."
They both cast lumos, and their wands shown light. Harry's face broke into a relieved grin, and he embraced the twins.
"I am so glad that you two didn't know."
"We are sorry we didn't notice what was going on, little brother. We do not want to be family with those filthy, thieving mongrels."
"What are you talking about? You can't mean that."
"Au contraire-"
"We do, and-"
"We would-"
"Like you to-"
"Blood adopt-"
"Us into-"
"Your family-"
"So we are-"
"Officially your brothers!" they concluded in unison.
"What's a blood adoption?"
"It is where you share your blood with another, a small amount, and tie your magic together with that blood, and they are brought into your family. They will also receive some features of the one who adopted them. However, they can only be adopted once they have denounced their family or have been disowned," Draco replied.
"I, Fred Gideon Weasley/George Fabian Weasley, do hereby denounce the name Weasley and its estate. I am forever to be known as Fred Gideon/George Fabian."
Harry smiled at that. He couldn't believe people would give up so much for him. It was heart-warming to know that people actually cared.
Harry sliced his palm, using the knowledge gained form his rings. He watched Fred and George do the same, and he let some of his blood drop into their palms, before grasping their hands and intoning in Romanian (A/N: I DO NOT speak Romanian, I used Google Translate, please forgive my horribly shitty translation), "devein neam că fi mea propriu, ian dule ea mai departe." (Become lineage of mine own, and carry it forth.)
The three were encircled in a blindingly bright light, and when it receded, the twins looked…different. Their red hair had gotten a black tint to it, making it look a closer shade to Harry's mother's, and had lengthened a bit, now down to their shoulder blades. Their eyes now had flecks of dull green, and their faces became more angular.
Before anything else could be said, voices that were horribly familiar could be heard from the entrance. "I need more love potion to dose Potter with," Ginny whined.
"Just grab some form the display, I'm sure the family failures won't mind," came the voice of Ron.
Draco, Fred and George wanted to go confront them, but Harry signaled them to wait, to see if they could glean any more information from the trio.
"I hope that worthless mutt remembered to put Harry's marriage contract into his will. I can't believe Albus trusted him enough to take the Imperius off. Stupid old coot is gonna get us killed."
"Deal with it, Gin. I'm sure he did. After all, he was still under the Compulsion Charms we put on him. At least he's dead now."
"It's about damn time, too. I can't believe it took Albus so long to organize his death. Fake visions aren't that hard to put into someone's dreams, after all," came the arrogant voice of Hermione.
Hearing this was all it took for Harry to lose his self-control. He walked out of the backroom and into the shop where the traitorous trio could see him, Fred, George and Draco trailing behind him.
"That is very nice Mudblood. Weasel, Whore, I would say nice to see you, but I do not like the taste of soap."
At their questioning glances, minus Hermione, he shook his head. "Muggle thing," was all the explanation he gave.
"Who exactly are you. If I may ask?" Hermione asked snidely.
"You diminutive creatures may refer to me as Lord Hadrian James Potter-Black -Hufflepuff-Ravenclaw-Gryffindor-Slytherin-Peverell-Emrys, or just Lord Emrys for short."
"Harry!" they all cried in surprise.
"I do believe I just asked you to call me Lord Emrys, or is your brain capacity so low that you can't remember something so simple?"
When Hermione heard the name Emrys, she got a calculating glint in her eye. She recognized that name from somewhere, she just couldn't place it.
"What are you doing here, with the ferret of all people?" asked Ron.
Bristling at the insult to his Draco, Harry replied, "Why I am where I am and who I am with does not concern people who pretend to be my friends and steal from me behind my back, Weasel."
"What are you talking about, Harry?" Hermione inquired.
"I went to Gringott's today to claim my inheritance. Guess what a shock it was when I found out that Dumblefuck and you guys were stealing from me. At least I still have Gred and Forge on my side."
Harry turned to Ginny. "Thank you for the evidence, Whore. I will be charging you with attempted line theft." At this, Ginny paled. She knew that the punishment for attempted line theft was anywhere from life in Azkaban to the Kiss, because magical children were so rare.
When he was sure he had everyone's attention, he grabbed Draco, and brought him in for a mind-blowing (and other things, too) kiss. Hermione, Ron and Ginny were gob smacked. "Let us leave this imbeciles, Draco. I can feel my intelligence lowering in their presence."
"Of course, Harry. Don't want you to lose certain skills," Draco replied with a wink.
They said bye to Fred and George, and, as they walked out, they heard the twins shout "By the way-"
"The shop opens-"
"August fifth!"
They spent the rest of the afternoon walking along Diagon Alley. As they neared the leaky Cauldron again, Harry sighed. "I suppose I must go. It will be so lonely at the manor all alone."
Draco assessed Harry with a calculating look. Slowly, he began, "I guess, if you wanted, you might be able to stay at Malfoy Manor, if you don't mind the DL knowing about you."
Harry's face brightened at Draco's offer. "If I'm not imposing, I would love that, Draco!"
"Come on then, it's getting late."
They both went inside the Leaky Cauldron and made for the fireplace. Draco threw his Floo powder in and called out "Malfoy Manor!"
Harry did the same, and felt rather than saw all the grates he passed by.
When he exited the fireplace, he did so gracefully, rather than falling on his face. He was happy about finally being able to Floo properly, when he finally noticed the other occupant of the room. Before he knew it-
"Avada Kedavra!"
And then, a green light, the exact color of Harry's eyes, was speeding towards him. It hit him-
A/N: OOOH, a cliffie. I think. How was it?
Next time: Is there going to be a next time? Maybe. Probably. And my Tarot cards, being eerily descriptive, say that it will probably include taking Moldy-Shorts down a peg or two, and methinks I see a kiss (or not, I really can't use Tarot cards).
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