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Moving On
Chapter Number/Total: 4/49
Chapter Title: Moving On
Words: 2780 Words
"Well, I guess that's everything, right?" Harry asked Draco, trying to think if they had forgotten anything. They had their trunks packed and a few other bags and were standing in the kitchen at Grimmauld Place, getting ready to Floo to Malfoy Manor. Ron and Hermione were coming as well, along with Bill and Fleur so that Fleur could start planning the wedding with them.
Draco looked around the place, not really thinking about things they would take with them. He didn't really like the Black house as it was small and not well kept, but it had become a place of safety and, sharing it with Harry, a kind of home. He nodded to Harry.
"All right then, I guess we can go if everyone else is ready?" Harry asked.
“We're ready," said Ron, looking in one of his bags.
"Yep, all ready here," said Bill.
Harry turned back to Draco and gave him a small smile. "Let's go?" he asked, nodding his head in the direction of the fireplace.
"I should go first," Draco said, "so that the house wards accept our guests."
Harry nodded and helped Draco move with his trunk into the fireplace. He leaned in and gave him a kiss and a smile. "See you in a minute," he said, stepping back.
Draco used his wand to lighten the trunk and then threw the Floo powder into the fire. "Malfoy Manor," he said.
Harry watched Draco disappear into the green flames and then moved into the fireplace himself. "Just wait a few minutes so he can reset the wards," he told everyone else.
“All right, see you in a bit, Harry," said Hermione.
Harry nodded and dropped some Floo powder. "Malfoy Manor," he said, and then he was rushing past fireplaces in a swirl of flame and colour.
Draco stepped out of the hearth. This one was taller inside than he was and meant for guests to arrive through. He was immediately met by a wide-eyed and very excited house-elf, who threw himself at Draco's feet.
When Harry finally stopped spinning, which he felt had taken a while, he opened his eyes and felt relieved to see Draco. He still didn't much care for Floo travel. He stepped out of the rather big fireplace with his trunk and moved beside Draco, looking around at what seemed to be a very large entrance hall, big enough to hold several dozen people. He noticed the little house-elf at Draco's feet and stared at it.
Draco smiled at Harry and then returned his attention to the creature that seemed to be licking his shoes at the moment. "Stop that," he told the elf, who cowered back. Draco sighed. "Stand and tell me your name."
The creature hopped up, squeaking as it did, and kept bowing. "Master Draco, I is Leakey."
Harry stared at the elf - Leakey - for a moment and then turned his eyes back to the huge room, staring around. How big was this house?
"Leakey," Draco said, "prepare my suite and two guest suites. There will be six of us for dinner as well."
"Yes, Master," Leakey squeaked again.
"And put these trunks in my suite," Draco added, gesturing at Harry and his things.
Harry turned his attention back to Draco. He had heard Draco say before that his suites were bigger than the entire Weasley house, and he wondered if he had been serious. "I told the rest to wait a few minutes so that you could reset the wards," he told Draco, coming to stand beside him.
"Ah, yes," Draco said, having been distracted by the house-elf. "Go now," he told it, and it disappeared along with their trunks. He drew his wand and traced a complicated pattern in the air, reciting several phrases in Latin and the names of their guests. The swirling pattern glowed in the air for a moment before exploding in a shower of sparks.
Harry silently watched Draco perform the magic and waited a few seconds to make sure he was finished. "So, this place is pretty big," he said finally, hands on his hips as he stared up at the arched ceiling.
Draco looked up and then down at Harry. If Harry thought this room was big, he was in for a big shock. "Yes, I suppose it is," Draco said. "Over a hundred rooms at least. I never asked."
Harry spluttered. "O-over a hundred?" he asked, eyes wide. "You don't even know how many?"
Draco shrugged. "I wasn't allowed in some areas of the house."
"Oh," Harry said shortly.
A few more minutes passed by and there was a noise from behind them. Harry turned to see Ron staggering out of the fireplace with his trunk. He looked around the room with his mouth open slightly. "Blimey," he said quietly.
Draco snorted, knowing he might as well hold any more explanations until the rest of his guests came through.
It wasn't long before the rest were there and the six of them hardly took up any room in the hall at all. Only Fleur didn't look super impressed, but she did smile delightedly.
Draco did a courtly bow. "Welcome to Malfoy Manor."
Harry chuckled at him.
"Quite a big place for only two blokes," Bill joked. "Think you can handle it?"
Leakey popped back in and looked at the guests for a moment before throwing himself at Draco's feet again. Draco sighed. "Enough of that," he snapped, and the house-elf stood up quickly.
Hermione huffed.
"Just give him your stuff, guys," Harry said quickly, not wanting Draco and Hermione to begin their conversation about house-elves again.
"Leakey, take our guests' things to their rooms," Draco said. "Madame and Mr Weasley's things to the sage rooms. Miss Granger and the younger Mr Weasley's to the Lavender rooms."
"I could take it myself," Hermione grumbled, but she did hand her luggage over and Harry was thankful.
Fleur took a few graceful steps forward and smiled at Draco. "I would like to see ze rooms zat you may use for ze wedding when you are ready to show zem," she said. "I would like to get an idea of what would look best. What sorts of flowers and colours."
"Brace yourselves," said Bill with a chuckle.
"Well, a tour does seem in order," Draco said, only smirking a bit.
Harry smiled and nodded. "Let's see it then," he said, taking Draco's hand in his.
Draco led them in a tour of the dozen or so main rooms, including quite a few sitting rooms, a salon, the formal dining room, and the ballroom. The looks on their faces when they entered that hall was priceless. It was about the same size as the Great Hall at Hogwarts but much more ornate.
"This is not a house," said Ron, mouth hanging open as he looked around.
Harry nodded. "Draco, this is - this is really big," he said, sounding in awe and a bit shocked. He was the co-owner of all this? It was a bit overwhelming.
"Eet iz even more lovely zan I thought eet would be!" said Fleur, eyes lit up as she examined the nearby wall.
"No, Weasley, it is not a house, it is a manor. It was originally built for the first Malfoys to come to this country in the twelfth century," Draco drawled. "The main hall didn't just serve the needs of the Malfoy family, but was the local equivalent of the court and town hall for the surrounding peasantry."
Ron raised an eyebrow. "Well, it's bloody huge," he said.
"It's really very nice, Draco. You do have a library, don't you? I think I've heard you say something about it before," said Hermione.
Harry was still looking up at the amazing ceiling.
"Gothic arches with frescoes," Draco said to Harry, then turned to Hermione. "Actually a few. I can show you the main one now, the private one will have to wait for later."
Hermione's smile grew as she heard there was more than one library. "Oh, that would be wonderful," she said excitedly.
Ron rolled his eyes next to her, shaking his head.
Draco grinned and leaned over Ron's shoulder, nearly whispering in his ear but saying it loud enough for the others to hear. "And there is a Quidditch pitch on the other side of the gardens," he added.
"Are you serious?!" said Ron happily, perking up quite a bit. He didn't even flinch away from Draco.
Harry's mouth dropped open and he smiled nearly as big as Ron. He'd been dying for a go on his Firebolt. "That is ... wow," he said.
Draco's eyes were mischievous and he grinned. "Very serious."
"Blimey! We've got to get Fred and George over here! Oh! And Charlie, too. You've never seen Charlie fly. He's amazing, although you could probably beat him, Harry. We could have a game! Ugh, it'd be so fun, and ..." He went on and on about Quidditch, Harry happily nodding in agreement.
Hermione rolled her eyes this time. "I will never understand the allure of that game," she said.
Ron and Harry looked at her like she was mad.
Draco shook his head and smiled softly. "I love flying," he said. Then he leaned in close and whispered to Hermione so that the others couldn't hear, "But joining the team was never about the game for me."
Hermione giggled and smiled. "I think I know what was so fetching about Quidditch," she answered quietly.
"I think you do," Draco said, smirking. He turned to the others. "Next the library and then to the private dining room for a dinner among friends."
Harry smiled broadly and nodded. He had never felt so happy in his entire life.
***
Dinner had been very nice. Good food and great company. Draco had never felt so at home in his own home. At least, not since he had been small. "Let's have dessert in the parlour," he suggested. "I am sure Madame Weasley has more questions for us now that she has seen the place."
Fleur nodded and smiled.
Once they were all settled again in the parlour, Fleur jumped right into it. Harry wondered how picking out flowers and colours for a wedding could be so exciting for her. Hermione looked interested in the conversation too, while Bill and Ron continued the chat about Quidditch while they ate their dessert.
"Your colours are very eemportant," said Fleur. "They 'ave to be decided before everything. You will need zem for your dress robes, for your decorations, for your eenvitations, which you should also get done very soon as eet iz only two months away and your guests will need to know."
Draco looked at Harry. "Do you have a preference on colours?"
Harry snorted. "Well, I usually go Gryffindor red, saves me the trouble of picking, but then Mrs. Weasley always suggests that I look good in green because of my eyes. That would just look like a big Christmas explosion, and I'd rather it not."
Fleur sighed. "I can see zat I am going to 'ave to do everything 'ere," she said, although she didn't look like she minded too much.
Harry shrugged.
"Well, it's going to take place during autumn, so you could choose from those colours. Or you could pick according to what sort of flowers you like," said Hermione.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "I don't know very many different types of flowers, nor do I really have a favourite.
"I prefer green myself." Draco smirked. "To match Harry's eyes."
"Well, what colour eyes do you 'ave, Draco?" asked Fleur. She leaned in close to him. "Grey. You could go deep green and silver-grey, with white as well. White flowers," she suggested.
"Perfect," Draco said, smiling.
"Yes, that does sound like it would look quite good," said Harry, smiling as well.
"White lilies would be lovely," said Fleur.
"Yeah, lilies," said Harry. He automatically thought of his mother and knew that lilies would be perfect.
"So, that's settled," Draco said. "I suppose we will have to figure out who is invited and who will have what roles in the ceremony."
"Yes," said Fleur. "I am not quite sure 'ow the ceremony will be, as zer weel be two grooms. Do you want bridesmai- well, I suppose you would not call zem zat - um, both women and men in your wedding?"
Harry shrugged. "I suppose," he said.
"You could have them on both sides, the women and the men, instead of on just one side each," said Hermione.
"Doesn't it depend on who's in it?" said Harry. "I would pick a few people, but is there anyone you want in it, Draco?"
Draco was quiet for a minute, his eyebrows pulled together in a small frown. Mentally, he was going through a list in his head. It wasn't a pleasant experience.
Harry watched Draco, knowing what he was doing and he regretted asking the question. He wondered if Draco could think of anyone at all and frowned.
Fleur looked at Draco expectantly.
Draco looked down at this hands. "Let's do the guest list later," he said quietly.
Harry winced and, as Fleur opened her mouth with her eyebrow raised, he caught her eye and shook his head.
She closed her mouth again and then looked at Draco sadly for a moment. "Yes, we can do zat later," she said. "For now, I suppose knowing ze colours and the flower iz much more than I thought would be decided. Eet took a whole two weeks for me!" She let out a tinkling laugh.
Draco smiled and nodded. "Merci, Madame."
Fleur smiled at him. "Eet weel be beautiful," she said.
Harry smiled too. "I'm sure it will be," he said, finishing up the last of his dessert.
"Shall I show everyone to their suites?" Draco asked.
"Sure," said Bill getting to his feet and stretching. "All this wedding talk exhausts me."
Fleur raised an eyebrow at him. "You deed not talk about ze wedding," she said.
Bill snorted.
"I'm beat," Ron said with a yawn. "Where are these rooms?"
"They are in the east wing, near my suite," Draco said, standing. "I will show you." He led them up the stairs and down a long hall. "I can show you other parts of the house on other days if you like," he said. "It's really too big to do all at once."
They nodded and set off following Draco. Harry lagged behind a bit, looking at everything. It all looked like it shouldn't be touched, which meant that it probably shouldn't. He was still a tad bit overwhelmed by it all. He'd never in his life imagined himself in a home this large.
Draco led them to a large set of double doors and into what looked like a small private sitting room decorated in lavender and muted greens. "This is the Lavender suite, bedroom and bath through there," he said, pointing to another door. "You need anything, just call for one of the house-elves," he said.
"Who's staying in here?" asked Ron, looking inside at the room.
"You and Granger," Draco answered. He looked at her. "Unless you prefer something else."
Hermione's eyes widened as she looked at Draco. "Are there two beds?" she asked.
"I could just sleep on the couch there," said Ron too quickly. "No point in using up two suites or whatever."
Hermione threw him a look and Harry had to force himself not to laugh.
Draco rolled his eyes, pulled his wand, and flicked it toward the other wall where a door appeared. "There, two bedrooms if that helps," he said with a grin. "Like you aren't going to end up in one as usual anyway."
Hermione huffed, her cheeks pink, but she didn't say anything.
Bill looked at his brother with raised eyebrows. "I didn't hear anything," he said amusedly, shaking his head.
Ron's ears turned red. "Er, alright then. Night," he said.
Harry finally had to laugh.
"Sleep well," Draco teased, and he led the rest of the party down to the next suite, which was done in sage and creams.
"Thanks for letting us stay, Draco," said Bill happily. "You've really got a great place here. I feel like I'm on holiday."
Fleur smiled at her husband and shook her head. "He iz easily eempressed," she said. "But eet iz seemply beautiful."
"Made more beautiful by your presence," Draco said, bowing. "And by the laughter of friends," he said to Bill.
Harry had to hold back a snort at Draco.
Bill chuckled. "We appreciate it," he said.
"Yes, we do," said Fleur. And she and her husband entered into the room and bade Draco and Harry good night.
Chapter Title: Moving On
Words: 2780 Words
"Well, I guess that's everything, right?" Harry asked Draco, trying to think if they had forgotten anything. They had their trunks packed and a few other bags and were standing in the kitchen at Grimmauld Place, getting ready to Floo to Malfoy Manor. Ron and Hermione were coming as well, along with Bill and Fleur so that Fleur could start planning the wedding with them.
Draco looked around the place, not really thinking about things they would take with them. He didn't really like the Black house as it was small and not well kept, but it had become a place of safety and, sharing it with Harry, a kind of home. He nodded to Harry.
"All right then, I guess we can go if everyone else is ready?" Harry asked.
“We're ready," said Ron, looking in one of his bags.
"Yep, all ready here," said Bill.
Harry turned back to Draco and gave him a small smile. "Let's go?" he asked, nodding his head in the direction of the fireplace.
"I should go first," Draco said, "so that the house wards accept our guests."
Harry nodded and helped Draco move with his trunk into the fireplace. He leaned in and gave him a kiss and a smile. "See you in a minute," he said, stepping back.
Draco used his wand to lighten the trunk and then threw the Floo powder into the fire. "Malfoy Manor," he said.
Harry watched Draco disappear into the green flames and then moved into the fireplace himself. "Just wait a few minutes so he can reset the wards," he told everyone else.
“All right, see you in a bit, Harry," said Hermione.
Harry nodded and dropped some Floo powder. "Malfoy Manor," he said, and then he was rushing past fireplaces in a swirl of flame and colour.
Draco stepped out of the hearth. This one was taller inside than he was and meant for guests to arrive through. He was immediately met by a wide-eyed and very excited house-elf, who threw himself at Draco's feet.
When Harry finally stopped spinning, which he felt had taken a while, he opened his eyes and felt relieved to see Draco. He still didn't much care for Floo travel. He stepped out of the rather big fireplace with his trunk and moved beside Draco, looking around at what seemed to be a very large entrance hall, big enough to hold several dozen people. He noticed the little house-elf at Draco's feet and stared at it.
Draco smiled at Harry and then returned his attention to the creature that seemed to be licking his shoes at the moment. "Stop that," he told the elf, who cowered back. Draco sighed. "Stand and tell me your name."
The creature hopped up, squeaking as it did, and kept bowing. "Master Draco, I is Leakey."
Harry stared at the elf - Leakey - for a moment and then turned his eyes back to the huge room, staring around. How big was this house?
"Leakey," Draco said, "prepare my suite and two guest suites. There will be six of us for dinner as well."
"Yes, Master," Leakey squeaked again.
"And put these trunks in my suite," Draco added, gesturing at Harry and his things.
Harry turned his attention back to Draco. He had heard Draco say before that his suites were bigger than the entire Weasley house, and he wondered if he had been serious. "I told the rest to wait a few minutes so that you could reset the wards," he told Draco, coming to stand beside him.
"Ah, yes," Draco said, having been distracted by the house-elf. "Go now," he told it, and it disappeared along with their trunks. He drew his wand and traced a complicated pattern in the air, reciting several phrases in Latin and the names of their guests. The swirling pattern glowed in the air for a moment before exploding in a shower of sparks.
Harry silently watched Draco perform the magic and waited a few seconds to make sure he was finished. "So, this place is pretty big," he said finally, hands on his hips as he stared up at the arched ceiling.
Draco looked up and then down at Harry. If Harry thought this room was big, he was in for a big shock. "Yes, I suppose it is," Draco said. "Over a hundred rooms at least. I never asked."
Harry spluttered. "O-over a hundred?" he asked, eyes wide. "You don't even know how many?"
Draco shrugged. "I wasn't allowed in some areas of the house."
"Oh," Harry said shortly.
A few more minutes passed by and there was a noise from behind them. Harry turned to see Ron staggering out of the fireplace with his trunk. He looked around the room with his mouth open slightly. "Blimey," he said quietly.
Draco snorted, knowing he might as well hold any more explanations until the rest of his guests came through.
It wasn't long before the rest were there and the six of them hardly took up any room in the hall at all. Only Fleur didn't look super impressed, but she did smile delightedly.
Draco did a courtly bow. "Welcome to Malfoy Manor."
Harry chuckled at him.
"Quite a big place for only two blokes," Bill joked. "Think you can handle it?"
Leakey popped back in and looked at the guests for a moment before throwing himself at Draco's feet again. Draco sighed. "Enough of that," he snapped, and the house-elf stood up quickly.
Hermione huffed.
"Just give him your stuff, guys," Harry said quickly, not wanting Draco and Hermione to begin their conversation about house-elves again.
"Leakey, take our guests' things to their rooms," Draco said. "Madame and Mr Weasley's things to the sage rooms. Miss Granger and the younger Mr Weasley's to the Lavender rooms."
"I could take it myself," Hermione grumbled, but she did hand her luggage over and Harry was thankful.
Fleur took a few graceful steps forward and smiled at Draco. "I would like to see ze rooms zat you may use for ze wedding when you are ready to show zem," she said. "I would like to get an idea of what would look best. What sorts of flowers and colours."
"Brace yourselves," said Bill with a chuckle.
"Well, a tour does seem in order," Draco said, only smirking a bit.
Harry smiled and nodded. "Let's see it then," he said, taking Draco's hand in his.
Draco led them in a tour of the dozen or so main rooms, including quite a few sitting rooms, a salon, the formal dining room, and the ballroom. The looks on their faces when they entered that hall was priceless. It was about the same size as the Great Hall at Hogwarts but much more ornate.
"This is not a house," said Ron, mouth hanging open as he looked around.
Harry nodded. "Draco, this is - this is really big," he said, sounding in awe and a bit shocked. He was the co-owner of all this? It was a bit overwhelming.
"Eet iz even more lovely zan I thought eet would be!" said Fleur, eyes lit up as she examined the nearby wall.
"No, Weasley, it is not a house, it is a manor. It was originally built for the first Malfoys to come to this country in the twelfth century," Draco drawled. "The main hall didn't just serve the needs of the Malfoy family, but was the local equivalent of the court and town hall for the surrounding peasantry."
Ron raised an eyebrow. "Well, it's bloody huge," he said.
"It's really very nice, Draco. You do have a library, don't you? I think I've heard you say something about it before," said Hermione.
Harry was still looking up at the amazing ceiling.
"Gothic arches with frescoes," Draco said to Harry, then turned to Hermione. "Actually a few. I can show you the main one now, the private one will have to wait for later."
Hermione's smile grew as she heard there was more than one library. "Oh, that would be wonderful," she said excitedly.
Ron rolled his eyes next to her, shaking his head.
Draco grinned and leaned over Ron's shoulder, nearly whispering in his ear but saying it loud enough for the others to hear. "And there is a Quidditch pitch on the other side of the gardens," he added.
"Are you serious?!" said Ron happily, perking up quite a bit. He didn't even flinch away from Draco.
Harry's mouth dropped open and he smiled nearly as big as Ron. He'd been dying for a go on his Firebolt. "That is ... wow," he said.
Draco's eyes were mischievous and he grinned. "Very serious."
"Blimey! We've got to get Fred and George over here! Oh! And Charlie, too. You've never seen Charlie fly. He's amazing, although you could probably beat him, Harry. We could have a game! Ugh, it'd be so fun, and ..." He went on and on about Quidditch, Harry happily nodding in agreement.
Hermione rolled her eyes this time. "I will never understand the allure of that game," she said.
Ron and Harry looked at her like she was mad.
Draco shook his head and smiled softly. "I love flying," he said. Then he leaned in close and whispered to Hermione so that the others couldn't hear, "But joining the team was never about the game for me."
Hermione giggled and smiled. "I think I know what was so fetching about Quidditch," she answered quietly.
"I think you do," Draco said, smirking. He turned to the others. "Next the library and then to the private dining room for a dinner among friends."
Harry smiled broadly and nodded. He had never felt so happy in his entire life.
***
Dinner had been very nice. Good food and great company. Draco had never felt so at home in his own home. At least, not since he had been small. "Let's have dessert in the parlour," he suggested. "I am sure Madame Weasley has more questions for us now that she has seen the place."
Fleur nodded and smiled.
Once they were all settled again in the parlour, Fleur jumped right into it. Harry wondered how picking out flowers and colours for a wedding could be so exciting for her. Hermione looked interested in the conversation too, while Bill and Ron continued the chat about Quidditch while they ate their dessert.
"Your colours are very eemportant," said Fleur. "They 'ave to be decided before everything. You will need zem for your dress robes, for your decorations, for your eenvitations, which you should also get done very soon as eet iz only two months away and your guests will need to know."
Draco looked at Harry. "Do you have a preference on colours?"
Harry snorted. "Well, I usually go Gryffindor red, saves me the trouble of picking, but then Mrs. Weasley always suggests that I look good in green because of my eyes. That would just look like a big Christmas explosion, and I'd rather it not."
Fleur sighed. "I can see zat I am going to 'ave to do everything 'ere," she said, although she didn't look like she minded too much.
Harry shrugged.
"Well, it's going to take place during autumn, so you could choose from those colours. Or you could pick according to what sort of flowers you like," said Hermione.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "I don't know very many different types of flowers, nor do I really have a favourite.
"I prefer green myself." Draco smirked. "To match Harry's eyes."
"Well, what colour eyes do you 'ave, Draco?" asked Fleur. She leaned in close to him. "Grey. You could go deep green and silver-grey, with white as well. White flowers," she suggested.
"Perfect," Draco said, smiling.
"Yes, that does sound like it would look quite good," said Harry, smiling as well.
"White lilies would be lovely," said Fleur.
"Yeah, lilies," said Harry. He automatically thought of his mother and knew that lilies would be perfect.
"So, that's settled," Draco said. "I suppose we will have to figure out who is invited and who will have what roles in the ceremony."
"Yes," said Fleur. "I am not quite sure 'ow the ceremony will be, as zer weel be two grooms. Do you want bridesmai- well, I suppose you would not call zem zat - um, both women and men in your wedding?"
Harry shrugged. "I suppose," he said.
"You could have them on both sides, the women and the men, instead of on just one side each," said Hermione.
"Doesn't it depend on who's in it?" said Harry. "I would pick a few people, but is there anyone you want in it, Draco?"
Draco was quiet for a minute, his eyebrows pulled together in a small frown. Mentally, he was going through a list in his head. It wasn't a pleasant experience.
Harry watched Draco, knowing what he was doing and he regretted asking the question. He wondered if Draco could think of anyone at all and frowned.
Fleur looked at Draco expectantly.
Draco looked down at this hands. "Let's do the guest list later," he said quietly.
Harry winced and, as Fleur opened her mouth with her eyebrow raised, he caught her eye and shook his head.
She closed her mouth again and then looked at Draco sadly for a moment. "Yes, we can do zat later," she said. "For now, I suppose knowing ze colours and the flower iz much more than I thought would be decided. Eet took a whole two weeks for me!" She let out a tinkling laugh.
Draco smiled and nodded. "Merci, Madame."
Fleur smiled at him. "Eet weel be beautiful," she said.
Harry smiled too. "I'm sure it will be," he said, finishing up the last of his dessert.
"Shall I show everyone to their suites?" Draco asked.
"Sure," said Bill getting to his feet and stretching. "All this wedding talk exhausts me."
Fleur raised an eyebrow at him. "You deed not talk about ze wedding," she said.
Bill snorted.
"I'm beat," Ron said with a yawn. "Where are these rooms?"
"They are in the east wing, near my suite," Draco said, standing. "I will show you." He led them up the stairs and down a long hall. "I can show you other parts of the house on other days if you like," he said. "It's really too big to do all at once."
They nodded and set off following Draco. Harry lagged behind a bit, looking at everything. It all looked like it shouldn't be touched, which meant that it probably shouldn't. He was still a tad bit overwhelmed by it all. He'd never in his life imagined himself in a home this large.
Draco led them to a large set of double doors and into what looked like a small private sitting room decorated in lavender and muted greens. "This is the Lavender suite, bedroom and bath through there," he said, pointing to another door. "You need anything, just call for one of the house-elves," he said.
"Who's staying in here?" asked Ron, looking inside at the room.
"You and Granger," Draco answered. He looked at her. "Unless you prefer something else."
Hermione's eyes widened as she looked at Draco. "Are there two beds?" she asked.
"I could just sleep on the couch there," said Ron too quickly. "No point in using up two suites or whatever."
Hermione threw him a look and Harry had to force himself not to laugh.
Draco rolled his eyes, pulled his wand, and flicked it toward the other wall where a door appeared. "There, two bedrooms if that helps," he said with a grin. "Like you aren't going to end up in one as usual anyway."
Hermione huffed, her cheeks pink, but she didn't say anything.
Bill looked at his brother with raised eyebrows. "I didn't hear anything," he said amusedly, shaking his head.
Ron's ears turned red. "Er, alright then. Night," he said.
Harry finally had to laugh.
"Sleep well," Draco teased, and he led the rest of the party down to the next suite, which was done in sage and creams.
"Thanks for letting us stay, Draco," said Bill happily. "You've really got a great place here. I feel like I'm on holiday."
Fleur smiled at her husband and shook her head. "He iz easily eempressed," she said. "But eet iz seemply beautiful."
"Made more beautiful by your presence," Draco said, bowing. "And by the laughter of friends," he said to Bill.
Harry had to hold back a snort at Draco.
Bill chuckled. "We appreciate it," he said.
"Yes, we do," said Fleur. And she and her husband entered into the room and bade Draco and Harry good night.