You Raise Me Up

Oooh! Sorry this is late....it's only a few hours, right? I went to sleep, and over-slept!!!! I promise the next chapter will be on time!

Anyway! Now Draco meets the Dursleys!!
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Hermione opened an eye lazily, and watched Draco’s sleeping face. He was so cute when he slept, and it made Hermione just want to eat his face off. But then she remembered that she was mad at him, and frowned sharply. He had made her wait twenty minutes for a good fuck, and she was damn near insane with lust when he had finally obliged her. She would have her revenge, though, and it would be very sweet.

She was vaguely aware of the sticky sensation between her legs. She grunted softly when she realized that Draco hadn’t cleaned either of them before he dozed off. Gross. She rolled gingerly off of the bed, and trudged to the shower. After cleaning herself thoroughly, she cast a drying spell on her hair and body, and went back to their room (sans towel) to find some clothes. Since they were visiting Muggles, she decided she was going to piss them off and wear some robes. She put on a flowing cream-colored dress. It was a gift from Draco, and it hugged her pregnant curves just enough to be stylish. Over that she wore a beautiful emerald-colored outer robe. She added some tasteful pearls (real, not fake!) from her sparse collection, and finished off the ensemble with some cream flat-bottomed shoes.

When she exited the closet, Draco was in the shower. She waited patiently for him in a chair, reading one of her many books. When he finally exited the shower, he brought the spicy scent of his shampoo with him. She watched over the top of her book as he cast a drying spell over his hair, and then walked into his closet (they had separate ones!)

He came out a few minutes later looking very much like a rich wizard. His tailored black slacks alone looked like they had cost quite a pretty galleon. His crisp white shirt was perfection, as was the snug green vest over it. His tailored black robe was pressed perfectly. The lapels on the breast were green like his vest, and the high-collared neck made the robes look slightly old-fashioned. Hermione loved it.
He grinned when he spotted her.

“So…we had the same idea?” he asked, adjusting his serpent cufflinks.

“Of course! When visiting Muggles that are related to a wizard, wear wizard clothes…” she said, smiling as well. He walked over to her, his black boots clicking slightly on their hard-wood floor, and held his hand out like a gentleman.

“My lady?” he asked. She put down her book, and took his hand, and he helped her up from her seat. “You look beautiful in green, by the way.” He said, and swooped his head down for a kiss on her lips. She tasted the mint mouthwash on his breath.

“Yummy. Mint…” she said, and he laughed. Just before they exited the room, Hermione remembered to apply some light make-up, using a very magical looking emerald green lipstick.

They walked downstairs hand-in-hand, laughing about something inane. Bellatrix and Severus had disappeared to the Ministry for some business about Orion, so they were nowhere about.

Draco and Hermione decided to wait for Harry in the library, but felt that that might not have been the best idea when they entered the room. Lucius and Narcissa were on the couch, and from the sounds of it, they were just a few zippers and buttons away from full-out sex. Lucius had Narcissa pinned down, and was ravishing her neck. The skirt she was wearing had ridden up when she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her hands were fisted in his long hair, and she was making sounds that one could easily confuse with sex.

Draco’s face paled considerably, and he took Hermione by the arm and led her away from the library. Once they were a safe distance away from the library, Draco groaned.

“Oh gods…I never…ugh….I might be sick…” he said. Hermione rubbed his back gently.

“It’s okay….it could have been worse….they could have been completely naked….” She said, trying to cheer him up. But instead he gave a light dry heave.

“Shut….up….” he said. A house-elf appeared in front of them.

“Mister Harry Potter is here for the young Masters!” the elf squeaked, and Draco nodded, sending it away with a wave of his hand. They walked slowly to the foyer.

Harry waited patiently, his hands behind his back. Hermione almost laughed aloud when she saw him. He was in full Auror garb. His high-collar black robes were comically severe. When Harry spotted them, he laughed aloud.
“Looks like we all had the same idea…” he chuckled. “Come on, mates. We’ll Apparate to Diagon Alley, and then I’ll drive us to Little Whinging.” He said. Hermione smiled.

“You can drive, Harry?” she asked.

“An Auror must be ready for everything.” He said.

“I thought it was 'constant vigilance.'” Draco said. Hermione and Harry looked at him. “Wasn’t that what that kook Mad-Eye Moody said?” he asked.

“Of course it is, you twitchy little ferret!” Hermione teased. Draco’s eye twitched slightly.

“Let’s just go…” he said softy.

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Harry pulled into the driveway of Number 4 Privet Drive. Draco burst out of the car, trembling visibly.

“Never again, Potter! Never will I get into a car with you behind the wheel! I saw my entire life flash before my eyes, and then I realized that you should have just run Voldemort over with this blasted metal beast! It would have probably been just as effective!” he cried. Harry helped Hermione out of the car, and they both laughed at Draco.

“He drove just fine, Draco. It’s not his fault you’re a big wimp….” She said, running her hands over her belly. “Now come on, there’s people staring.” She said, looking around.

The three magical folks walked up on the porch, and Harry rang the doorbell. A few moments later, the door opened, revealing Petunia Dursley. She looked at the three people standing at her door, and sighed.

“Damn. Can’t seem to get rid of you, can we, Potter?” she asked bitterly. Hermione looked at Harry, whose eyebrow twitched slightly.

“Of course not, Aunt Petunia. I’m like the plague, remember? Just when you think I’ve gone away for good, I pop back up unexpectedly.” He said, his voice equally bitter. Petunia frowned.

“You may as well come in, the neighbors will stare.” She said, and moved aside. Draco and Hermione followed Harry into the house, and Petunia closed the door behind them.

The house was neat and homely. It was just as Harry remembered, save a few updated pictures throughout the house. Harry shuddered involuntarily when they passed the cupboard underneath the stairs. This didn’t go unnoticed by the Malfoys, who exchanged glances. If a cupboard was enough to make an Auror shudder, then some serious stuff must have gone on in there.

Aunt Petunia led them to the family room, where the television and a computer were both set up. Harry felt sure he should know the young man on the computer, but it didn’t ring a bell. He did, however, recognize the large man sitting on the sofa. And when the man turned around, he also recognized that famous vein begin to throb.

“Potter! What the bloody hell are you doing back here?” Vernon snapped, standing to his feet. The young man on the computer looked up, and pulled off his glasses.

“Harry?” he asked. Harry’s eyes widened.

“D-Dudley?” he stuttered. This was not the same baby elephant that had tormented him all those years. “Blimey, Dudley! You’re….thin!” he said. Dudley grinned, and pushed his hair out of his face.

“Yeah…I had that surgery done….liposuction.” he said. “My health was taking a nose-dive, and my weight was to blame. The doctor recommended it. I couldn’t believe it when I woke up. I was a whole new man.” He said, and placed his glasses on the table by the computer. “And you….you’re not that gangly little pest who left two years ago…” he said, looking Harry over.

“No…I’m an Auror. Like wizard police…” he said. Dudley nodded.

“I’m a computer programmer now. I work with technology. It’s much more fun than boxing…and a lot less dangerous, too!” he said. Harry laughed nervously.

Vernon and Petunia looked like someone had slapped them both. “Dudders…. Why are you talking to him?” Petunia asked softly, glancing between her son and Harry.

“He saved my life, mum, and I never thanked him….but I never forgot, either. Thanks, Harry.” Dudley said. Harry swallowed.

“No problem. Just…er…doing what I do best…you know, saving people…” he said, and Draco snorted.

“More like being an annoying, rule-breaking, patience-destroying little swot…” he muttered, and grunted slightly when Hermione elbowed him. Harry turned to them.

“Oh yes! These are my friends, Draco and Hermione Malfoy. Draco, Hermione, this is my Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and my cousin Dudley.” He said. Dudley stepped forward, and held out his hand.

“Pleasure to meet you. I’m assuming you’re friends from the magical world?” he asked, trying to be polite. Draco nodded.

“I’m muggle-born. Like Harry’s mum.” Hermione said, and Dudley shook her hand. There was a small sound, almost like a snort from Petunia when Hermione made the comment about Harry’s mother.

“I was born and raised in the magical world.” He said, and then shook Dudley’s hand as well.
Harry smiled.

“Well...Aunt…Uncle…Dudley….How’s your day been?”
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Oooh. Interesting turn of events. How will the day end? Will there be a fight? Will Harry draw his wand? I don't know! Find out next time!

BTW, I have started a new story under the General section. It's a spin-off of my story 'The Malfoy Chronicles.' If anyone read that, and then wants to read a romantic comedy dealing a James/Draca pairing, then feel free to look that one up. It's called 'The Malfoy Chronicles: A Witch in Time.'