Harry\'s life as a Malfoy

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"I told you to take that unbreakable hourglass."



"Malfoy, don\'t screw with me, I know what I heard and you certainly weren\'t talking about the hourglass."



Malfoy spun around and started to walk towards Harry. He leaned closer and just inches away from Harry\'s face he asked seductively:

"What did I say then, eh, Harry? Did you mishear me and you thought I was talking about something else? Do refresh my memory..."



Harry stared at the evil grin, made just for him and turned bright red. He then mumbled under his breath: "N-Nothing... I guess it must have been my imagination... We must go now or we\'ll be late, Draco!" he added, somehow surprised of his tone. He didn\'t actually fancy Malfoy, did he? Or any boy for that matter, he thought to himself as he marched towards the what he presumed would be the dining room. Then why had he gotten so upset? Sure, Malfoy was attractive, anybody could see it, but Harry never thought of him this way. It was just not ok to be with him, to touch his beautiful, almost feminine hair, to lick his bright red lips... Whoah, hold your horses, Harry, he mentally slapped himself. What are you thinking about? Stop thinking with your penis and start thinking with your head. Malfoy would never want you. And if you told him you fancy him, because you obviously do... Yeah, right.. As if you ever had the courage to do such a thing. And what if somebody found out about that? He could already see the big, flashing newspaper titles "The boy who lived never to have an heir? His only interest are boys. Can the wizarding world be saved by a fairy? Exclusive news from the great Rita Skeeter"



Fortunately his train of thought was stopped by a voice calling for him. He stopped and turned around.



"Potter! Potter! Harry!" the voice breathed hard, trying to catch its breath. "For Salazar\'s sake, wash your ears! You just stormed out of the room and, god, you are a fast walker. You never stopped and I couldn\'t catch up with you."



"Yes, Malfoy?" Harry asked.



"First of all, call me by my first name... Please..."



"Yeah, um... Draco, sorry... I\'m still getting used to us like this."



"That\'s ok, as long as you call me Draco from now on," the blonde smiled. "And secondly, why did you head this way? The dining room is the room at the other end of the corridor."



"Sorry, I thought it was this way. Show me the way, please?" said Harry.



"Mhm... Race you to the dining room?" Draco added before quickly running off.



"Hey, that\'s not fair..." Harry pouted and ran after him, feeling his mood lifting up. He caught Draco just at the entrance to the dining room and they laughed hard as they entered.



"I see you are enjoying your stay here, Harry..." a calm and deep voice spoke up. Harry immediately recognized the voice and he smiled at the old man looking at him.



"Yes, Sir. I actually do." and looked at the blond as he was catching his breath. "What are you doing here, professor Dumbledore?"



"He will be joining us for dinner," Lucius spoke and gestured to the boys to come closer. "Please, boys, sit down, the dinner is ready to be served."



And what a dinner it was. There were a lot of dishes Harry never even heard of before, and there were so many Harry could only compare this dinner to the feast usually taking place on special occasions in the Great Hall. The conversation quickly developed and with Dumbledore\'s funny remarks they were all laughing soon. Harry managed to catch a few heart warming smiles Draco produced and he was taken aback because he wasn\'t used to this side of Draco. The kind and nice one, you know… the one without horns and a tail.

As the dinner moved to dessert Harry and Draco were given the explanations of what their training would consist of and the boys were expected to achieve. It was a hard training, that much was obvious, but the Headmaster had high expectations for them. At the end of the dinner the boys said goodbye to the Headmaster as they headed to their room.



"I\'m so stuffed I think I could burst open right now," said Draco, gently rubbing his stomach.



Harry responded, "Yeah, me too."



"You go ahead, I\'ll come in a few minutes. I\'ll go fetch us the thing I mentioned before."



Harry nodded and Draco came in the room after a few minutes, holding two glasses, a big bottle Harry recognized from the label as a fine Firewhiskey and a small, unlabeled bottle.



"What\'s in the small bottle?" he inquired curiously.



Draco smirked and said, "How about we play a wizarding drinking game. In this bottle is Veritaserum-we drink it in the beginning with the first shot of Firewhiskey and then we alternatively ask each other questions; if you answer, you cannot lie because of the Veritaserum and if you don\'t wanna answer, you drink. It\'s a great game to get to know each other."



"And it\'s also a great game to learn somebody\'s secrets either by Veritaserum or by getting them drunk."



"Oh, Potty, it\'s only me who\'ll hear them. And besides, it works both ways. You can learn my secrets too," Draco winked at Harry.



"Bring it on!" Harry laughed as he took the bottle of Firewhiskey and started pouring the liquor.



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