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chapter 5-arrivals
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything H.P., its all from J.K.R., DUH.
He clenched and unclenched his fists unconsciously while he sat cross-legged on the living room couch. The Weasleys had offered to accompany him back to Grimmauld Place but Harry thought that might cause more harm then good. So now he sat, waiting. Waiting for what, for his house to be invaded by people he didn’t like and to see his new house mate, his archrival. Something akin to excitement settled itself in Harry’s stomach. He began to fiddle with his shirt as the fire before him crackled merrily in the grate, unaware of it watcher.
/When will they get here?/ Harry stood and began to pace, the already worn carpet thinning visibly as he trod back and forth, rubbing holes in the hem of his t-shirt. He glanced at the clock on the mantle.
/3:30…3:33…3:40…3:41, Dumbledore said they would be here in the late afternoon. Where are they?/ Harry was near the end of his rope.
***
“Could we please just get this over with?” Draco sat slumped down, very un-Malfoyishly, on the small divan in the drawing room. He was seething and it still smarted that his parents had denied his attempts to thwart this ridiculous idea. Not used to not getting his way the blond half-breed had woken in a rage, having managed to lather himself into a fit the night before. He was determined not to live with Potter. Now he stood by watching his parents undergo glamour charms because the floo system might be watched, waiting for his turn. Apparently they were about to go to the Black family manor, Potter’s humble abode. It seems that Dumbledore had some how managed to rig a one way floo system between the Malfoy’s safe house and the Black house, only since no one could repeat the address, Dumbledore had to think of a new floo signature for the house. Once everything was settled transportation wise they had decided without Draco’s consent to use glamour charms, just in case they were seen on the floo network.
“Mister Malfoy. I believe you are the only one still looking like yourself.” Dumbledore nodded for Draco to step forward with a twinkle in his eye.
/Crazy old codger./
***
The flames in the grate shot up, changing to a bright green and a swirling figure could be seen. Harry’s eye widened in shock as a somewhat ash covered women stepped out of the fire and into his living room. She had long black hair, pale skin and violet eyes that coldly looked him up a down. Harry’s wand was already out and pointed at her but he made no move.
“Well,” she said expectantly, “aren’t you going to disarm me? Or something? Even try?” Harry stared at her with indignation.
/Narcissa?/
“No, are you Narcissa Malfoy?” She sneered.
“Yes, and you are a young man in constant danger and you just let me walk right into your living room even though you did not recognize me.” Harry realized his mistake but would not falter.
“I was expecting you, and- well the grate isn’t usually open.” Before she had a chance to retort the flames shot up again. This time a tall man with brown hair and bushy eyebrows stepped out to stand next to the disgruntled women. He looked nothing like Lucius Malfoy but Harry could recognize that stature anywhere. It reminded him slightly of Malfoy junior, only different. Harry nodded curtly but said nothing. Lucius however had other plans.
“Potter. If you harm one hair on my sons head, I give him full permission to drink you dry.” Harry had never been so openly threatened in his own home. He looked shocked but was even more surprised when Narcissa grabbed Lucius’ arm and squeezed softly. She looked at Harry and gave a small smile.
“Pardon my husband. Draco has been giving us a very hard time about staying here and its put Lucius on a bit on an edge.”
/huh?/
Harry’s mouth dropped. Lucius sighed staring at Harry’s expression. He muttered something that sounded like, ‘you and my son, honestly.’
“Close your mouth, it’s impolite.” He said it in a strangely fatherly tone that Harry wasn’t used to, he shut his mouth. “I understand that you and Draco don’t-” The fire surged and out stepped the boy himself. Harry didn’t recognize him. He had ginger hair and blue eyes and freckles. Harry stared. And then he laughed.
“Malfoy you- you look like a Weasley!!”
“Shut it Potter!” Draco furiously shook his head to remove the glamour. Harry’s laughter rang out in the empty house as he bent forward trying to catch his breath, not noticing Draco’s change. It was the only until Draco lunged forward onto Harry and attempted to shut him up by force. He sprang like a cat tackling a laughing and clearly not prepared Harry onto the dingy carpet.
Narcissa made a move forward but her husband’s hand stopped her. He looked at her and nodded at the wrestling teens. Her son’s hair was lengthening and his skin practically glowing in the dim light. His feral growls at Harry were deep and clear. Narcissa gasped, her handing covering her mouth.
“Ooff, gerr off Mal-foy!” Harry’s words were muffled by Draco’s shoulder as they lurched to the side, Draco straddling Harry and pinning him effectively to the floor.
“Take it back Potter.” He growled the words, leaning back to look Harry in the face as he said them. Harry’s fighting stilled suddenly and he stared at the haired wizard above him. Harry couldn’t help but stare. The glamour was gone and Draco looked…
/Pretty./
That was the only way Harry’s mind could describe it. Malfoy looked strong and elegant and just pretty. Harry trembled.
/This is not supposed to happen!/
***
Harry was staring up at the blond with glazed green eyes, as if he wasn’t all there. He was flushed and panting and just staring. Draco shuddered.
/What the hell Potter. What’s up?/
“Take it back Potter.” Harry’s eyes seemed to refocus. Draco leaned down and grabbed the collar of Harry’s shirt, bringing there faces dangerously close and repeated himself. “Take it back Potter.”
“S-Sorry Malfoy.” Draco let out a sigh of relief. He took a deep breath in before standing and it hit. It was cloves and Quidditch and fresh cut grass and something else, something heavy and dark and sweet. He leaned down just the smallest amount to get closer.
/He smells so good. /
Draco growled freely, looking thoroughly feral. Harry wasn’t to be intimidated.
“Yeah, sorry you looked like a Weasley!” Harry’s rebuke caught the blond off guard. Harry scrambled, gathering his wits about him, and successfully threw Malfoy off him and jumped up. Malfoy stood as well, pulling out his wand with a flourish and aiming it directly at Harry’s chest.
/How dare he!/
“M’ Boys!”
/Oh what now?/ Draco’s head snapped.
“What?” Harry smirked at Draco’s temper.
“Professor.” Harry nodded calmly. Dumbledore looked from one boy to the other and smiled.
“Well, shall we move to the kitchen now that we are all acquainted?” Dumbledore moved swiftly across the room closely trailed by Harry. Draco swiftly followed after the boy-who-lived.
/He won’t get off that easy. Look like a Weasley, HA! Even Polyjuice potion couldn’t make me remotely resemble a Weasley. /
***
The kitchen was just as Harry had left it before visiting the Burrow. It was clean but not inviting. There was an assortment of books on the counters and other then that it looked as though no one used it, and in quite some time no one had. Dumbledore sat down and motioned for the Malfoy’s and Harry to sit as well. Harry wanted to sit across from Malfoy so he could keep an eye on him but was irritated and thwarted when Malfoy proceeded to sit next to him. It would be harder for Harry to covertly watch Malfoy now.
/Damn! /
The two elder Malfoys sat to Draco’s left and looked intently at there oblivious son. Draco may not have noticed there concerned glances. But Harry did. He wondered what could have happened that they would be worried now. He had physically attacked Harry moments before and they had done nothing. Now it seemed like they wanted to check him over for and cuts or scrapes.
/Bloody mad Malfoys. / Harry settled himself and turned to Dumbledore, who had been talking now for some time.
“-so you see they will almost be completely unable to leave this house. I had permitted for Harry to go with the Weasleys because I felt that he would need to get out. I confess I thought something like this might happen.”
/What’s he planning? /
Harry loved the old man like a father, but he wasn’t foolish enough to think that the old man wasn’t planning something. There was always a reason Dumbledore did something, it was never just because.
“You thought this might happen?” Malfoy sounded doubtful, but Harry knew that Dumbledore always knew more then he ever let on.
“Yes I did mister Malfoy. I have known about your heritage for rather quite a while now. I was curious to see how you would react. That is why I knew that Grimmauld Place would be an option for you to stay. I thought you might need a safe house of sorts.” Narcissa grabbed Draco’s arm to silence him.
“Thank you professor.” She smiled at the Headmaster, who smiled back warmly.
“Have you both eaten?” The two boys nodded, “Then I dare say you gentlemen are tired. Why don’t you show Draco his room Harry?”
Harry knew that this meant Dumbledore wanted to talk to the elder Malfoys alone. This was fine with him.
“Yes, sir.”
Malfoy kissed his mother on the cheek and his father simply nodded at the boy. When Malfoy was done saying his ‘good byes’ Harry motioned to the stairs, hanging back a bit to listen. Narcissa was discussing the fight they had had earlier in hushed tones. He wasn’t worried; it was Malfoy that had attacked him. And besides the faster they left the faster he could get to ignoring the littlest Death Eater and going about his business. Although as he followed Draco up the stairs he couldn’t help but think that might be harder then he had originally anticipated. Malfoy’s hips swayed gently as he climbed the stairs and Harry was captivated. He wasn’t sure what had happened to him earlier but Malfoy felt different some how. The atmosphere around them was more charged then usual and it worried the Gryffindor.
***
/Why does this house seem so dirty? Doesn’t Potter have a house elf? /
“Don’t you have a house elf Potter?” Draco turned to see Harry blushing. He found it disturbingly enticing; it reminded him of the way Harry smelled so, innocent, earlier when they had fought.
/Not good. This is NOT good. /
“Your house is filthy Potter. Do you or don’t you have a house elf?”
“I do, his name is Kreacher. Kreacher hates me and never cleans.” Draco snorted.
“Do you ask Kreacher to clean Potter?” Harry quirked an eyebrow at Draco’s relaxed display.
“No.” Draco sighed.
/smells good, sounds stupid. /
“Of course he hates you Potter. You’re his master and he is a house elf. If you tell him to clean, he HAS to clean, whether he likes you or not. That’s how that works you dolt.”
“Oh. Well anyways this is your room.” Harry pointed Draco to the right. He walked in and found a large bed covered in dark red dressings and a large cherry wood dresser and wardrobe. The curtains were cream damask and the carpeting was the same off white.
/My, my Potter has out done himself. /
“Did you do this for me?” Harry grumbled something that sounded like ‘Hermione made me.’ Draco chose to ignore it. “Thank you for the company Potter. I expect a full tour tomorrow.”
“Whatever Malfoy, stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours.”
“Goodnight Potter.” Draco smirked as he lay in bed. Tomorrow would be interesting. The boy smelled too good to leave alone. His parents had said to trust his nose, so to speak. Draco didn’t plan on staying out of Potters way at all. He couldn’t help but feel a nagging in the back of his mind.
/Potters eyes earlier had looked so-strange. So bright. /
He clenched and unclenched his fists unconsciously while he sat cross-legged on the living room couch. The Weasleys had offered to accompany him back to Grimmauld Place but Harry thought that might cause more harm then good. So now he sat, waiting. Waiting for what, for his house to be invaded by people he didn’t like and to see his new house mate, his archrival. Something akin to excitement settled itself in Harry’s stomach. He began to fiddle with his shirt as the fire before him crackled merrily in the grate, unaware of it watcher.
/When will they get here?/ Harry stood and began to pace, the already worn carpet thinning visibly as he trod back and forth, rubbing holes in the hem of his t-shirt. He glanced at the clock on the mantle.
/3:30…3:33…3:40…3:41, Dumbledore said they would be here in the late afternoon. Where are they?/ Harry was near the end of his rope.
***
“Could we please just get this over with?” Draco sat slumped down, very un-Malfoyishly, on the small divan in the drawing room. He was seething and it still smarted that his parents had denied his attempts to thwart this ridiculous idea. Not used to not getting his way the blond half-breed had woken in a rage, having managed to lather himself into a fit the night before. He was determined not to live with Potter. Now he stood by watching his parents undergo glamour charms because the floo system might be watched, waiting for his turn. Apparently they were about to go to the Black family manor, Potter’s humble abode. It seems that Dumbledore had some how managed to rig a one way floo system between the Malfoy’s safe house and the Black house, only since no one could repeat the address, Dumbledore had to think of a new floo signature for the house. Once everything was settled transportation wise they had decided without Draco’s consent to use glamour charms, just in case they were seen on the floo network.
“Mister Malfoy. I believe you are the only one still looking like yourself.” Dumbledore nodded for Draco to step forward with a twinkle in his eye.
/Crazy old codger./
***
The flames in the grate shot up, changing to a bright green and a swirling figure could be seen. Harry’s eye widened in shock as a somewhat ash covered women stepped out of the fire and into his living room. She had long black hair, pale skin and violet eyes that coldly looked him up a down. Harry’s wand was already out and pointed at her but he made no move.
“Well,” she said expectantly, “aren’t you going to disarm me? Or something? Even try?” Harry stared at her with indignation.
/Narcissa?/
“No, are you Narcissa Malfoy?” She sneered.
“Yes, and you are a young man in constant danger and you just let me walk right into your living room even though you did not recognize me.” Harry realized his mistake but would not falter.
“I was expecting you, and- well the grate isn’t usually open.” Before she had a chance to retort the flames shot up again. This time a tall man with brown hair and bushy eyebrows stepped out to stand next to the disgruntled women. He looked nothing like Lucius Malfoy but Harry could recognize that stature anywhere. It reminded him slightly of Malfoy junior, only different. Harry nodded curtly but said nothing. Lucius however had other plans.
“Potter. If you harm one hair on my sons head, I give him full permission to drink you dry.” Harry had never been so openly threatened in his own home. He looked shocked but was even more surprised when Narcissa grabbed Lucius’ arm and squeezed softly. She looked at Harry and gave a small smile.
“Pardon my husband. Draco has been giving us a very hard time about staying here and its put Lucius on a bit on an edge.”
/huh?/
Harry’s mouth dropped. Lucius sighed staring at Harry’s expression. He muttered something that sounded like, ‘you and my son, honestly.’
“Close your mouth, it’s impolite.” He said it in a strangely fatherly tone that Harry wasn’t used to, he shut his mouth. “I understand that you and Draco don’t-” The fire surged and out stepped the boy himself. Harry didn’t recognize him. He had ginger hair and blue eyes and freckles. Harry stared. And then he laughed.
“Malfoy you- you look like a Weasley!!”
“Shut it Potter!” Draco furiously shook his head to remove the glamour. Harry’s laughter rang out in the empty house as he bent forward trying to catch his breath, not noticing Draco’s change. It was the only until Draco lunged forward onto Harry and attempted to shut him up by force. He sprang like a cat tackling a laughing and clearly not prepared Harry onto the dingy carpet.
Narcissa made a move forward but her husband’s hand stopped her. He looked at her and nodded at the wrestling teens. Her son’s hair was lengthening and his skin practically glowing in the dim light. His feral growls at Harry were deep and clear. Narcissa gasped, her handing covering her mouth.
“Ooff, gerr off Mal-foy!” Harry’s words were muffled by Draco’s shoulder as they lurched to the side, Draco straddling Harry and pinning him effectively to the floor.
“Take it back Potter.” He growled the words, leaning back to look Harry in the face as he said them. Harry’s fighting stilled suddenly and he stared at the haired wizard above him. Harry couldn’t help but stare. The glamour was gone and Draco looked…
/Pretty./
That was the only way Harry’s mind could describe it. Malfoy looked strong and elegant and just pretty. Harry trembled.
/This is not supposed to happen!/
***
Harry was staring up at the blond with glazed green eyes, as if he wasn’t all there. He was flushed and panting and just staring. Draco shuddered.
/What the hell Potter. What’s up?/
“Take it back Potter.” Harry’s eyes seemed to refocus. Draco leaned down and grabbed the collar of Harry’s shirt, bringing there faces dangerously close and repeated himself. “Take it back Potter.”
“S-Sorry Malfoy.” Draco let out a sigh of relief. He took a deep breath in before standing and it hit. It was cloves and Quidditch and fresh cut grass and something else, something heavy and dark and sweet. He leaned down just the smallest amount to get closer.
/He smells so good. /
Draco growled freely, looking thoroughly feral. Harry wasn’t to be intimidated.
“Yeah, sorry you looked like a Weasley!” Harry’s rebuke caught the blond off guard. Harry scrambled, gathering his wits about him, and successfully threw Malfoy off him and jumped up. Malfoy stood as well, pulling out his wand with a flourish and aiming it directly at Harry’s chest.
/How dare he!/
“M’ Boys!”
/Oh what now?/ Draco’s head snapped.
“What?” Harry smirked at Draco’s temper.
“Professor.” Harry nodded calmly. Dumbledore looked from one boy to the other and smiled.
“Well, shall we move to the kitchen now that we are all acquainted?” Dumbledore moved swiftly across the room closely trailed by Harry. Draco swiftly followed after the boy-who-lived.
/He won’t get off that easy. Look like a Weasley, HA! Even Polyjuice potion couldn’t make me remotely resemble a Weasley. /
***
The kitchen was just as Harry had left it before visiting the Burrow. It was clean but not inviting. There was an assortment of books on the counters and other then that it looked as though no one used it, and in quite some time no one had. Dumbledore sat down and motioned for the Malfoy’s and Harry to sit as well. Harry wanted to sit across from Malfoy so he could keep an eye on him but was irritated and thwarted when Malfoy proceeded to sit next to him. It would be harder for Harry to covertly watch Malfoy now.
/Damn! /
The two elder Malfoys sat to Draco’s left and looked intently at there oblivious son. Draco may not have noticed there concerned glances. But Harry did. He wondered what could have happened that they would be worried now. He had physically attacked Harry moments before and they had done nothing. Now it seemed like they wanted to check him over for and cuts or scrapes.
/Bloody mad Malfoys. / Harry settled himself and turned to Dumbledore, who had been talking now for some time.
“-so you see they will almost be completely unable to leave this house. I had permitted for Harry to go with the Weasleys because I felt that he would need to get out. I confess I thought something like this might happen.”
/What’s he planning? /
Harry loved the old man like a father, but he wasn’t foolish enough to think that the old man wasn’t planning something. There was always a reason Dumbledore did something, it was never just because.
“You thought this might happen?” Malfoy sounded doubtful, but Harry knew that Dumbledore always knew more then he ever let on.
“Yes I did mister Malfoy. I have known about your heritage for rather quite a while now. I was curious to see how you would react. That is why I knew that Grimmauld Place would be an option for you to stay. I thought you might need a safe house of sorts.” Narcissa grabbed Draco’s arm to silence him.
“Thank you professor.” She smiled at the Headmaster, who smiled back warmly.
“Have you both eaten?” The two boys nodded, “Then I dare say you gentlemen are tired. Why don’t you show Draco his room Harry?”
Harry knew that this meant Dumbledore wanted to talk to the elder Malfoys alone. This was fine with him.
“Yes, sir.”
Malfoy kissed his mother on the cheek and his father simply nodded at the boy. When Malfoy was done saying his ‘good byes’ Harry motioned to the stairs, hanging back a bit to listen. Narcissa was discussing the fight they had had earlier in hushed tones. He wasn’t worried; it was Malfoy that had attacked him. And besides the faster they left the faster he could get to ignoring the littlest Death Eater and going about his business. Although as he followed Draco up the stairs he couldn’t help but think that might be harder then he had originally anticipated. Malfoy’s hips swayed gently as he climbed the stairs and Harry was captivated. He wasn’t sure what had happened to him earlier but Malfoy felt different some how. The atmosphere around them was more charged then usual and it worried the Gryffindor.
***
/Why does this house seem so dirty? Doesn’t Potter have a house elf? /
“Don’t you have a house elf Potter?” Draco turned to see Harry blushing. He found it disturbingly enticing; it reminded him of the way Harry smelled so, innocent, earlier when they had fought.
/Not good. This is NOT good. /
“Your house is filthy Potter. Do you or don’t you have a house elf?”
“I do, his name is Kreacher. Kreacher hates me and never cleans.” Draco snorted.
“Do you ask Kreacher to clean Potter?” Harry quirked an eyebrow at Draco’s relaxed display.
“No.” Draco sighed.
/smells good, sounds stupid. /
“Of course he hates you Potter. You’re his master and he is a house elf. If you tell him to clean, he HAS to clean, whether he likes you or not. That’s how that works you dolt.”
“Oh. Well anyways this is your room.” Harry pointed Draco to the right. He walked in and found a large bed covered in dark red dressings and a large cherry wood dresser and wardrobe. The curtains were cream damask and the carpeting was the same off white.
/My, my Potter has out done himself. /
“Did you do this for me?” Harry grumbled something that sounded like ‘Hermione made me.’ Draco chose to ignore it. “Thank you for the company Potter. I expect a full tour tomorrow.”
“Whatever Malfoy, stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours.”
“Goodnight Potter.” Draco smirked as he lay in bed. Tomorrow would be interesting. The boy smelled too good to leave alone. His parents had said to trust his nose, so to speak. Draco didn’t plan on staying out of Potters way at all. He couldn’t help but feel a nagging in the back of his mind.
/Potters eyes earlier had looked so-strange. So bright. /