Twisted Illusion

So here it is. Sorry it took so long, but I had a writer's block that lasted a couple of days. Hopefully it won't happen again. Well enjoy. xD



**Please do not comment on how I write. It's simple. If you don't like it, you don't have to read it. If there are mistakes however, you are more than welcome to point those out. This is Harry/Draco and will get dirty at some point, so please be patient.**

CHAPTER THREE: GETTING ACCUSTOMED TO THE WAYS

At dinner Draco sat as close to Harry as possible making sure to touch him as well, even if they were brief brushes of their shoulders. Everyone seemed to be happy and laughing at the table, yet a few of them had put up a façade, pretending for the sake of the others. It was time for the Malfoy-Potter family to leave when both children started to droop in their seats. With the kids cuddled against the warm chests of their fathers the family disappeared with Draco holding onto Harry’s shoulder.


After tucking the children into their beds Harry flopped into the black leather couch with a sigh. Draco sat down beside him, and there was no hesitation as the blonde’s head was suddenly resting in the other’s lap. Slight surprise went through his body but then it seemed to relax on its own and the boy soon found his hand automatically drawn to the locks that were spread out across his legs. Long darkened finger pulled out the offending hair tie so they could caress the soft silkiness. Hearing a small sigh from his ‘husband’ Harry knew that the other enjoyed the attention. If he were honest with himself he had always wondered if the pale strands were as soft as they looked. They were.


The only difference was that Draco’s skin was not as cold as he had previously pictured. In school Harry had an image that the boy was made out of could beautiful marble. Yet Draco's skin was warm to the touch and it seemed to grow warmer under Harry’s administrations. The boy in question abruptly sat up startling Harry for what seemed like the millionth time today.


“Sorry, but I won’t be able to stay like this much longer. I think that I am going to go take a bath and then go to bed,” Draco paused hesitantly, “You can still sleep with me, I will be wearing something so you won’t have to worry about that.” The boy stood at this point. “Feel free to look around, but do try to not wake the twins.” And with that he was gone.


Harry only sat there for a few minute before taking up the other’s permission to search the house. First he looked at the pictures that lined the mantle. All of them seemed to be of the happy family Harry had only seen glimpses of today. There was one of the just the two of them, both in very elegant robes and seemingly glowing with happiness. No longer able to look at his own happy face staring back at him he quickly fled the room. Retreating into the first door he came across he realized it was a huge library with two desks, two comfortable chairs and a plush loveseat.


Thinking that both the chairs and the loveseat were too lonely looking he wandered towards the desks. He quickly figured out which one was his as there was a picture of his parents smiling up at him. Pulling out the chair he sat down and examined the contents of the drawers. It didn’t seem like he’d been working on anything at the moment but Harry did take advantage of many books and pulled several from the shelves to look through.


It didn’t seem as much time had passed when he heard the door open to reveal Draco in a black robe. After watching Harry look through the books for a moment he finally came closer and picked one of the books scattered everywhere. Setting the book back down the blonde sat at the desk across from his.


“It seems no matter what time you may be in you always research the same. I would often wake up to find you gone from bead and you’d been in here just like this,” Draco said, motioning to all the stuff piled around.


The boy who lived gave him a weak smile before bowing his head back into his work only glancing at the clock to see the time. Eight hours had passed and it was now six in the morning. His stomach chose that exact time to growl loudly and Harry didn’t show the annoyed look when Draco laughed.


“Come on, I’ll make you some breakfast,” Draco said standing.


“You can cook? Muggle style?” Harry asked questioningly.


“Yes I can,” Draco said indignant.


“Is it edible, or should I be scared?”


“I’ll have you know that I had a great teacher,” Draco said trying not to pout.


“Who? Some pure blood witch who doesn’t know a spatula from an egg beater?” Harry asked, laughing now. The image of Draco in a pink frilly apron covered in flour trying to cook was just too funny of a picture not to laugh.


“In fact, you taught me,” a smug smile had appeared on the blonde’s face.


Upon hearing that Harry stopped laughing. “Are you serious?”


“Of course I am. Why would I lie?” Draco huffed with his arms now crossed.


“And you can actually eat it without getting sick?” Surprise was written all over Harry’s face.


“Why don’t you try it and find out,” dared Draco.


“All right. If it doesn’t taste good you have to swear never to cook again for as long as you live.”


“Deal,” And with that the blonde was out the door with a flourish even Lockhart would have been proud of. If he remembered who he was, that is. Harry shook his head and stood, stretching out his aching body and just as he was about to move a loud crack sounded through the study. Drawing his wand he found himself staring down at Kreacher the Black House Elf. Obviously the elf had come to clean up Harry’s book piles.


“Only the ones on the floor please, Kreacher,” Harry said pointing to them.


“Kreacher knows. Is same as always,” the old elf said as he began to put the books away.


Trusting the elf to do as he asked Harry left the room and followed his memory to the kitchen. There he saw Draco in a green apron scrambling some eggs, while frying some bacon in the next pan over. As toast popped out of the toaster the blonde scrapped the eggs onto two plates followed closely by the bacon. Placing both plates and then two glasses of orange juice on the pre-set placemats with silverware, Draco then put the butter dish down between them.


Harry sat down on the island barstool as he stared at the food for a moment. Noticing that Draco was watching him, probably waiting for him to take a bite first. Lifting a forkful of eggs he took a small bite and chewed it carefully before swallowing, deciding that they tasted good he moved onto the bacon, which he ate thoughtfully. Turning his eyes to Draco’s expectant ones he spoke.


“Not bad, for someone who’s probably only cooked the last five years of his life,” Harry said.


Draco sent him an arrogant smirk before starting in on his own food. They sat together in silence while they finished their meal. Finally when they were both done the blonde took their plates and placed them in the sink. Turning toward Harry he took the cups from him repeating his earlier action.


“So I have to work today. Shall I leave Lucian and Lily with Mrs. Weasley while you do research and they can stay with us tomorrow while I’m off?” Draco asked.


Harry nodded. “I’m sorry, but I’m not sure I can take care of them by myself yet.”


“No need to apologize. In your mind you’re not sure what to do, but trust me, if you listen to what your heart tells you then you won’t fail. Well if I expect to make it to work on time I’d better get moving. Can you at least make the kids some oatmeal and milk?” Draco asked, not used to taking care of the children by him.


Harry nodded and started the search for the materials need in order to make the food. Just as the oatmeal was done and dished out Harry poured milk into the sippy cups he had found near the normal glasses at the same time the children stampeded into the room. The two of them climbed into the chairs the men had sat in earlier talking about a game they wanted for their birthday. After setting the food in front of them he turned to do the dishes, just to keep himself occupied while keeping an eye on them.


Finally about twenty minutes later a newly washed Draco entered the room, his black slacks accenting his butt and legs nicely while his green dress shirt looked nice with his wet blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail making him look very professional. Harry caught himself staring, quickly adverted his eyes and prayed the object of his sudden lust hadn’t noticed. Turning his eyes back towards the trio Harry saw that today was not his lucky day. The blonde smirked at him, letting him know that he had seen the lust in the green eyes. Fleeing the kitchen as swiftly as possible was not fast enough for Harry’s liking.


Deciding that the study was the best place to hide he stayed there buried in research he’d started until he was sure they were gone. At noon Harry got up to stretch and realized that now was the perfect time to shower. Retracing his steps from the other day he made his way back to the master bedroom. Grabbing clean clothes from the closet he stepped into the bathroom. The room took him by surprise for it was even more elegant and luxurious than the prefect’s bathroom at Hogwarts.


The white marble spa tub was big enough to fit four or five people and it matched the extremely large shower. Green porcelain sinks rose above the counter while the silver hardware gleamed in the lighting. The black marble floor flowed from the bedroom into the bathroom only to be interrupted by a mosaic tile of a black panther with a large green dragon curled protectively around it. Unable to see the significance in the design his eyes moved to the stained glass windows. One was a giant replica of the Malfoy crest and Harry could only assume the other was the Potter family crest. Lifting a hand he traced the black metal that held the colored pieces together. A loud crack broke him away from his thoughts and he turned to see Kreacher in the doorway.


“Does Mister Malfoy-Potter want a bath drawn?” the elf asked.


“Umm…no thanks, I’ll just take a shower. But could you make me something to eat and bring it to the study after that?” Harry asked.


“Yes sir. What would you like?”


“I don’t know. Surprise me,” Harry said, smiling, recalling that the elf loved to make new dishes.


Sure enough a large grin appeared on his old lined face and he was gone before Harry could fully blink. This time he wasted no time, closing and locking the door he stripped out of his clothes and climbed into the shower. Noticing the soap he breathed a sigh of relief to see that his tastes hadn’t changed over the last five years as he grabbed the Axe Kilo shower soap. After washing himself he stepped out and grabbed the white towel hanging from the rack, since the green one seemed more Draco’s style than his, he dried his skin.


Upon finishing dressing he found a red toothbrush and used it, and then he looked at the long black hair and used a black hair tie to pull it back and the base of his neck. Approving of his appearance he left the master suite and returned to the study to find a plate of some kind of pasta and a glass of grape juice. Normally the house elf would have served some kind of red wine, but it seems that someone told him not to let Harry have alcohol, knowing that at this point he would drink himself to death. Sighing he sat down and ate while he worked.