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chapter 4- The Nerve of Them!
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A/N: Thanks for the reviews, much appreciated. I’m happy to see everyone is enjoying it so far. This one is not the long chappie you asked for but I'm already working on the next one. Once there is some H/D interaction the chapters will be longer. Happy reading!
“Potter? You. Want. Me. To. Live. With…POTTER!?!” Draco’s fingers curled around the arm of the faded leather loveseat, his knuckles whitening under the strain. Lucius’ stared at his son, his brow creased with worry lines that were unbefitting for a Malfoy.
“It would just be for the remainder of the summer.”
“Oh no, no, no, you don’t quite get it,” he stood swiftly, with an elegance all his own and marched up to his father, glowering, “you’re asking me to live, cohabitate, with the-golden boy wonder of Gryffindor- the snitch catching, evil dark lord slaying, savior himself- perfect, prat, Harry…POTTER!” His eyes narrowed into tiny slits, his mouth formed a vicious snarl and his teeth elongated to their full size. Draco growled deep in his throat. Lucius did not back down. The young Veela/Vampire boy bristled with fury, the little white hairs on his arms and neck standing up with static magic and his skin paling. The Veela in him was getting angry. Still, Lucius waited with his feet firmly planted to the ground. Screaming in frustration Draco turned on his heels and walked out of the front room and towards the stairs.
/The nerve of them, asking me to live with Potter, of all people. As if Potter would even consent to living with the likes of me to begin with. We’d both be safer if we remained as far apart as possible. Unless of course they intend for us to kill each other and then pawn us off to the wizarding world as a publicity stunt for the great cause. I can see it now, “Young savior slain by ex-Death Eater’s son, driven mad by evil Dark Lord.” Or “Murder-Suicide at safe house ends life of young Death Eater and the Boy-Who-Lived.” Or ‘died’ rather./
A slow smile crept onto Draco’s face; he pushed it down and continued to walk.
/Up, up, up the stairs./
He could just picture Potter’s reaction to the news that Draco Malfoy would be moving in with him. His jade eyes all wide with shock, his mouth in that little confused pout he does so well and his hand nervously raking through that shaggy mess of hair.
/Oh Poor Potter, mumbling and stuttering as usual. “Dr-Draco…Ma-ma-Malfoy? Moving in with…me?”/
There was that smirk again, creeping back onto his lips and dragging their corners up towards his ears.
/The look on Potter’s face will be priceless! Ahh, there are some things galleons can’t buy./
Despite himself he couldn’t hold back the grin. Before he knew it the full smile was splitting his face, his lips parted and he did the unthinkable, he giggled. Eye’s wide his hand flew up to cover his mouth. Then, behind his hand, he chuckled. His breathing hitched and he made a small cough. He held himself completely still. He couldn’t help it. Realizing he must be going insane, he doubled over and let it all out. Clutching his sides he proceeded to laugh so hard he fell over onto the floor in front of his bedroom, rolling from side to side, with tears streaming down his cheeks.
***
After managing to pick himself up off the ground and into his night clothes the blond crawled into bed utterly spent. It was only 10:50 but he’d had a long day. They had drilled him on the specifics of his genealogy and then proceeded to spring the savior on him.
***Earlier That Day***
“Good morning, chere. How did you sleep?” Narcissa was sitting at the modest table, looking out of place in her long, periwinkle, silk robes.
“What do you think mother? Like hell for Merlin’s sake!” He smiled to show his mother he was joking. She only raised one of her perfectly manicured eyebrows and smirked at her son. “What?”
“You’re glowing.” She genuinely smiled this time. Her long, slender fingers reached across the table to grasp Draco’s hand. “My dragon, me petite chere, je adore. J’taime toujours.”
“Mother, you’re doing it again.” Narcissa smiled shyly. Most people couldn’t tell but her native language was French, like many of the Black family. She, like most of her kin, happened to be fluent in both French and English. Narcissa though, unlike her sister or cousins, often would speak her endearments in French. They usually cursed in French.
“I can’t help it, I’m so happy for you darling, love. You look so healthy and grown up. That’s the Veela of course. But that temper,” she admonished, “that would also be the Veela.” Draco only rolled his eyes and sat down.
“Where is father?” When the blond women didn’t speak right away Draco eyed her. Something was up, he could feel it. “Mum? Where is Father?” She squeezed Draco’s hand before leaning back and sitting up.
“He is meeting with Dumbledore. When he return’s we will finish discussing your inheritance and you living arrangements.” Draco sat stock still.
/Living arrangements?/
“Living arrangements? What exactly does that mean? Will they be different from your living arrangements?” Narcissa laced her hair through her fingers and uncrossed then re-crossed her legs.
“We, as in your father and I, think it might be safer if you were to stay in a house separate from us. It is your father and I who the Dark Lord is after. We can’t have him getting to you. Your father would like you moved as soon as possible to Hogwarts.” At her son’s blank stare Narcissa felt her heart flutter. “It’s only a precaution Dragon. Not forever, just for now.” Finally he found his voice.
“But, I don’t want to leave you.” Draco was still a spoiled rich kid at heart. “I want to stay. I don’t need to go to Hogwarts early.” She once again reached over to assuage her son’s doubts.
“It’s just to be safe Draco. Your additional magic will make our magical signature easier to find as well. This is just as much for you as it is for us.” Draco shook his head in disbelief and then relief.
“That is so like you.” He laughed. His father decided to floo in at that precise moment to see his son and wife comfortably smiling and laughing at the kitchen table. It warmed his heart. He hoped they would both remain this happy for the rest of the evening but sincerely doubted it.
***
“-not to be taken lightly Draco.”
“Yes, I understand, my inheritance is ‘not to be taken lightly’. We’ve gone over this. Learn the extent of my new power slowly. Try something different everyday. If something does not work the first time, try something else and go back to that later. Keep and eye out for my mate, I should be able to smell out him or her when we meet. Do not tell anyone that is not in The Order. Now tell me where I’m going!” Draco impatiently shook his longer hair out of his face to see his father properly, he’d have to get used to that. Lucius sighed.
“Dumbledore thinks it would be best if you stayed at the Headquarters of The Order. Since it is the best kept secret in The Order and is already a working safe house of sorts.”
“Oh, well that’s not so bad is it?” His fathers frown troubled him. “Is it?”
“Well you see,” Lucius began nervously. “There will be one other person living with you.” Draco grimaced.
“Not Mundungus.” Lucius cracked a smile.
“No, I would never let you live with that filthy oaf. No the other guest actual owns the house.”
“Really, that’s odd, I thought it was-” His mouth dropped open. /No./ “Potter owns the house.”
“Yes he does and as he is no longer staying with his aunt and uncle he has taken up residence there. Dumbledore is going this evening to pose the request on our behalf.”
“Potter owns the house.” Narcissa walked over and sat down on the loveseat next to her son.
“Draco?”
“Potter. Owns. The. Bloody. House.”
***Present***
The ceiling reflected the blank canvas of Draco’s mind. He was exhausted and still sore and now all he had to look forward to where 2 and ½ months of living in a house, alone with Potter and his stupid scar. He drifted into uneasy sleep thinking about black hair and green eyes and an annoyingly cute pout.
/What am I going to do with myself? /
A/N: Thanks for the reviews, much appreciated. I’m happy to see everyone is enjoying it so far. This one is not the long chappie you asked for but I'm already working on the next one. Once there is some H/D interaction the chapters will be longer. Happy reading!
“Potter? You. Want. Me. To. Live. With…POTTER!?!” Draco’s fingers curled around the arm of the faded leather loveseat, his knuckles whitening under the strain. Lucius’ stared at his son, his brow creased with worry lines that were unbefitting for a Malfoy.
“It would just be for the remainder of the summer.”
“Oh no, no, no, you don’t quite get it,” he stood swiftly, with an elegance all his own and marched up to his father, glowering, “you’re asking me to live, cohabitate, with the-golden boy wonder of Gryffindor- the snitch catching, evil dark lord slaying, savior himself- perfect, prat, Harry…POTTER!” His eyes narrowed into tiny slits, his mouth formed a vicious snarl and his teeth elongated to their full size. Draco growled deep in his throat. Lucius did not back down. The young Veela/Vampire boy bristled with fury, the little white hairs on his arms and neck standing up with static magic and his skin paling. The Veela in him was getting angry. Still, Lucius waited with his feet firmly planted to the ground. Screaming in frustration Draco turned on his heels and walked out of the front room and towards the stairs.
/The nerve of them, asking me to live with Potter, of all people. As if Potter would even consent to living with the likes of me to begin with. We’d both be safer if we remained as far apart as possible. Unless of course they intend for us to kill each other and then pawn us off to the wizarding world as a publicity stunt for the great cause. I can see it now, “Young savior slain by ex-Death Eater’s son, driven mad by evil Dark Lord.” Or “Murder-Suicide at safe house ends life of young Death Eater and the Boy-Who-Lived.” Or ‘died’ rather./
A slow smile crept onto Draco’s face; he pushed it down and continued to walk.
/Up, up, up the stairs./
He could just picture Potter’s reaction to the news that Draco Malfoy would be moving in with him. His jade eyes all wide with shock, his mouth in that little confused pout he does so well and his hand nervously raking through that shaggy mess of hair.
/Oh Poor Potter, mumbling and stuttering as usual. “Dr-Draco…Ma-ma-Malfoy? Moving in with…me?”/
There was that smirk again, creeping back onto his lips and dragging their corners up towards his ears.
/The look on Potter’s face will be priceless! Ahh, there are some things galleons can’t buy./
Despite himself he couldn’t hold back the grin. Before he knew it the full smile was splitting his face, his lips parted and he did the unthinkable, he giggled. Eye’s wide his hand flew up to cover his mouth. Then, behind his hand, he chuckled. His breathing hitched and he made a small cough. He held himself completely still. He couldn’t help it. Realizing he must be going insane, he doubled over and let it all out. Clutching his sides he proceeded to laugh so hard he fell over onto the floor in front of his bedroom, rolling from side to side, with tears streaming down his cheeks.
***
After managing to pick himself up off the ground and into his night clothes the blond crawled into bed utterly spent. It was only 10:50 but he’d had a long day. They had drilled him on the specifics of his genealogy and then proceeded to spring the savior on him.
***Earlier That Day***
“Good morning, chere. How did you sleep?” Narcissa was sitting at the modest table, looking out of place in her long, periwinkle, silk robes.
“What do you think mother? Like hell for Merlin’s sake!” He smiled to show his mother he was joking. She only raised one of her perfectly manicured eyebrows and smirked at her son. “What?”
“You’re glowing.” She genuinely smiled this time. Her long, slender fingers reached across the table to grasp Draco’s hand. “My dragon, me petite chere, je adore. J’taime toujours.”
“Mother, you’re doing it again.” Narcissa smiled shyly. Most people couldn’t tell but her native language was French, like many of the Black family. She, like most of her kin, happened to be fluent in both French and English. Narcissa though, unlike her sister or cousins, often would speak her endearments in French. They usually cursed in French.
“I can’t help it, I’m so happy for you darling, love. You look so healthy and grown up. That’s the Veela of course. But that temper,” she admonished, “that would also be the Veela.” Draco only rolled his eyes and sat down.
“Where is father?” When the blond women didn’t speak right away Draco eyed her. Something was up, he could feel it. “Mum? Where is Father?” She squeezed Draco’s hand before leaning back and sitting up.
“He is meeting with Dumbledore. When he return’s we will finish discussing your inheritance and you living arrangements.” Draco sat stock still.
/Living arrangements?/
“Living arrangements? What exactly does that mean? Will they be different from your living arrangements?” Narcissa laced her hair through her fingers and uncrossed then re-crossed her legs.
“We, as in your father and I, think it might be safer if you were to stay in a house separate from us. It is your father and I who the Dark Lord is after. We can’t have him getting to you. Your father would like you moved as soon as possible to Hogwarts.” At her son’s blank stare Narcissa felt her heart flutter. “It’s only a precaution Dragon. Not forever, just for now.” Finally he found his voice.
“But, I don’t want to leave you.” Draco was still a spoiled rich kid at heart. “I want to stay. I don’t need to go to Hogwarts early.” She once again reached over to assuage her son’s doubts.
“It’s just to be safe Draco. Your additional magic will make our magical signature easier to find as well. This is just as much for you as it is for us.” Draco shook his head in disbelief and then relief.
“That is so like you.” He laughed. His father decided to floo in at that precise moment to see his son and wife comfortably smiling and laughing at the kitchen table. It warmed his heart. He hoped they would both remain this happy for the rest of the evening but sincerely doubted it.
***
“-not to be taken lightly Draco.”
“Yes, I understand, my inheritance is ‘not to be taken lightly’. We’ve gone over this. Learn the extent of my new power slowly. Try something different everyday. If something does not work the first time, try something else and go back to that later. Keep and eye out for my mate, I should be able to smell out him or her when we meet. Do not tell anyone that is not in The Order. Now tell me where I’m going!” Draco impatiently shook his longer hair out of his face to see his father properly, he’d have to get used to that. Lucius sighed.
“Dumbledore thinks it would be best if you stayed at the Headquarters of The Order. Since it is the best kept secret in The Order and is already a working safe house of sorts.”
“Oh, well that’s not so bad is it?” His fathers frown troubled him. “Is it?”
“Well you see,” Lucius began nervously. “There will be one other person living with you.” Draco grimaced.
“Not Mundungus.” Lucius cracked a smile.
“No, I would never let you live with that filthy oaf. No the other guest actual owns the house.”
“Really, that’s odd, I thought it was-” His mouth dropped open. /No./ “Potter owns the house.”
“Yes he does and as he is no longer staying with his aunt and uncle he has taken up residence there. Dumbledore is going this evening to pose the request on our behalf.”
“Potter owns the house.” Narcissa walked over and sat down on the loveseat next to her son.
“Draco?”
“Potter. Owns. The. Bloody. House.”
***Present***
The ceiling reflected the blank canvas of Draco’s mind. He was exhausted and still sore and now all he had to look forward to where 2 and ½ months of living in a house, alone with Potter and his stupid scar. He drifted into uneasy sleep thinking about black hair and green eyes and an annoyingly cute pout.
/What am I going to do with myself? /