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Adult ++
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6,804
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Two Weeks Alone
Two Weeks Alone
Author ~ Kirlanna
Beta ~ Phaet
Summary ~ Left alone in twelve, Grimmauld Place for two weeks with a certain Slytherin, will Harry be able to resist temptation?
Warnings ~ NC-17, M/M slash, so if no like, no read.
Disclaimer ~ I do not own the characters or the world, though I WOULD like to stalk Harry/Draco *halo*
A/N ~ Alight, this is a challenge from my friend, a day-by-day look at Harry and Draco. It ignores HBP and is set the summer before seventh year. Enjoy ^_~
Day Zero
Two hours! Harry thought with a grin as he added more items to his trunk. He was so happy that he could have danced around the room, but didn’t, as he had too much to pack.
“Boy!” He heard his Uncle Vernon shouted as he barged into the room. "When they," Vernon spat out the word like it was something foul, "come for you-"
“They’ll behave, and you won’t need to see me again,” Harry interrupted. Vernon nodded and looked uncomfortable for a second. Harry rolled his eyes and went back to his packing. He was happy and Vernon was not going to stop that, no matter what he did.
“You will be… ah, all right, boy?”
"Since when have you ever cared for-"
“I’ve looked after you! Clothed and fed you!” Vernon growled, taking a step forward.
“You can have the clothes back,” Harry said pleasantly. “I have plenty of my own.” And he did – he’d ordered Muggle and wizarding clothes throughout his sixth year, preparing for the day he could leave the Dursleys. Vernon looked shocked.
“Where’d you get the money from, boy?” he sneered, and Harry smiled.
“I have money,” he replied as he shut his trunk. He picked up his wand and Vernon shrank away slightly. Harry snickered inwardly. One last glanced showed that he’d not forgotten anything; He wasn’t leaving any of his belongings here, as he didn’t plan on returning. The ring of the door bell saved him from speaking to Vernon further.
“Harry, your… teacher is here,” Aunt Petunia called, her voice squeaking slightly in fear. Harry went to the top of the stairs and smiled.
“Professor Dumbledore, my things are all upstairs, packed."
“Excellent. Lemon drop?” Dumbledore offered the sickly treats to Petunia, who shrank from him, whimpering slightly. Harry snickered, and as Dumbledore levitated the trunk down the stairs and out of the house, the teenager turned and glanced at his family one last time.
“Goodbye,” he said as he closed the door behind him.
Outside, Dumbledore smiled sadly at him. “Ready?”
“Yes sir,” came the reply, before Dumbledore Apparated them both to the hallway of number twelve, Grimmauld Place.
“Now, Harry, I am afraid that for the next two weeks I can’t spare an Order member to stay with you.”
“That’s alright. I don’t mind being alone.”
“Ah, but you will not be alone,” Dumbledore announced, his eyes twinkling. Harry looked puzzled, and a door opened.
“Malfoy.” Harry hissed at the figure beyond the doorway. Draco sneered in reply.
“Potter.”
“Now, Harry, you know that Lucius is now working alongside the Order, and he has placed young Draco here for his protection. It is unfortunate that you two boys will be alone for the next two weeks,” Dumbledore said sadly, but Harry thought he could see a twinkle in the old wizard’s eyes.
He’s up to something.
Dumbledore waved farewell before he stepped out of the house, leaving the two boys glaring at each other.
Harry sighed and started to drag the trunk to the staircase and up to the master bedroom, passing the darker rectangle of wallpaper where the portrait of Mrs Black had previously hung. He still thanked his lucky stars that Hermione had accidentally found the counter-curse for the Permanent Sticking Charm when she had been attempting to silence Mrs Black.
In fact, the whole house looked better since it had been redecorated. With Mrs Black removed, the rest of the dark magic had been easy to get rid off - apparently it had been keyed to the portrait, and once that was gone, the magic began to fade away. Harry wished Sirius could see what he’d done to the house; he knew Padfoot would have been proud of him. Even knowing that, it had taken Remus months to convince him that Sirius would want Harry to have the master room. The actual redecorating had been Remus’ idea, and Molly Weasley had picked out the colours. Going there at Christmas break had been wonderful – he actually thought of it as ‘home’ now.
Reaching the door, Harry touched the handle and the door swung open.
“So this is what this rooms hides,” Draco's voice came from behind Harry, who was startled enough to swear aloud. The blonde sneered at him as Harry scowled.
“Keyed to my magic,” the younger boy muttered as he entered the over-large room. In the far corner stood a huge four-poster bed covered with green silk sheets. A tall bookcase, filled with books both Muggle and magical, sat in the corner, an empty desk next to it under one of the large windows; the last piece of furniture was a dark mahogany wardrobe facing the door. Harry paused and groaned at seeing the sheet colours.
“Tizzy!" He called his new house elf, purchased last year despite Hermione's protests. "Why are my sheets green?” He'd thought he had managed to hide the green one; Mrs Weasley had bought them, saying that they brought out his eyes.
“Tizzy is sorry, Master Harry, sir.” The female elf wrung her hands nervously. “Tizzy thinks Master Harry sir looks good in green, sir.”
Harry sighed. “It’s alright, Tizzy. You can go now. Oh, when's lunch?”
“Midday, sir. Tizzy will call you,” Tizzy said before blinking out. Harry turned to find Draco fingering the sheets.
“Very Slytherin of you, Potter,” Draco said, laughing.
“Lets get the rules out of the way shall we, Malfoy?” Harry said, resisting the urge to throw Ginny Weasley's trademark Bat-Bogey Hex at the other boy.
“Rules, Potter?”
“Rules, Malfoy. This is my house, and it has my rules.” His eyes narrowed dangerously as Draco picked up a book and flicked through it.
“What is this?” he asked as Harry stalked over and snatched the book back.
“Muggle literature,” Harry replied shortly, replacing it on the shelf. “Rule one, stay out of my room and leave my stuff alone!”
“You’re no fun, Potter,” Draco sighed, as he moved away from the shelf.
”Oh I can be fun. Stay away from my stuff or else ,” Harry snarled.
“Touchy.”
Author ~ Kirlanna
Beta ~ Phaet
Summary ~ Left alone in twelve, Grimmauld Place for two weeks with a certain Slytherin, will Harry be able to resist temptation?
Warnings ~ NC-17, M/M slash, so if no like, no read.
Disclaimer ~ I do not own the characters or the world, though I WOULD like to stalk Harry/Draco *halo*
A/N ~ Alight, this is a challenge from my friend, a day-by-day look at Harry and Draco. It ignores HBP and is set the summer before seventh year. Enjoy ^_~
Day Zero
Two hours! Harry thought with a grin as he added more items to his trunk. He was so happy that he could have danced around the room, but didn’t, as he had too much to pack.
“Boy!” He heard his Uncle Vernon shouted as he barged into the room. "When they," Vernon spat out the word like it was something foul, "come for you-"
“They’ll behave, and you won’t need to see me again,” Harry interrupted. Vernon nodded and looked uncomfortable for a second. Harry rolled his eyes and went back to his packing. He was happy and Vernon was not going to stop that, no matter what he did.
“You will be… ah, all right, boy?”
"Since when have you ever cared for-"
“I’ve looked after you! Clothed and fed you!” Vernon growled, taking a step forward.
“You can have the clothes back,” Harry said pleasantly. “I have plenty of my own.” And he did – he’d ordered Muggle and wizarding clothes throughout his sixth year, preparing for the day he could leave the Dursleys. Vernon looked shocked.
“Where’d you get the money from, boy?” he sneered, and Harry smiled.
“I have money,” he replied as he shut his trunk. He picked up his wand and Vernon shrank away slightly. Harry snickered inwardly. One last glanced showed that he’d not forgotten anything; He wasn’t leaving any of his belongings here, as he didn’t plan on returning. The ring of the door bell saved him from speaking to Vernon further.
“Harry, your… teacher is here,” Aunt Petunia called, her voice squeaking slightly in fear. Harry went to the top of the stairs and smiled.
“Professor Dumbledore, my things are all upstairs, packed."
“Excellent. Lemon drop?” Dumbledore offered the sickly treats to Petunia, who shrank from him, whimpering slightly. Harry snickered, and as Dumbledore levitated the trunk down the stairs and out of the house, the teenager turned and glanced at his family one last time.
“Goodbye,” he said as he closed the door behind him.
Outside, Dumbledore smiled sadly at him. “Ready?”
“Yes sir,” came the reply, before Dumbledore Apparated them both to the hallway of number twelve, Grimmauld Place.
“Now, Harry, I am afraid that for the next two weeks I can’t spare an Order member to stay with you.”
“That’s alright. I don’t mind being alone.”
“Ah, but you will not be alone,” Dumbledore announced, his eyes twinkling. Harry looked puzzled, and a door opened.
“Malfoy.” Harry hissed at the figure beyond the doorway. Draco sneered in reply.
“Potter.”
“Now, Harry, you know that Lucius is now working alongside the Order, and he has placed young Draco here for his protection. It is unfortunate that you two boys will be alone for the next two weeks,” Dumbledore said sadly, but Harry thought he could see a twinkle in the old wizard’s eyes.
He’s up to something.
Dumbledore waved farewell before he stepped out of the house, leaving the two boys glaring at each other.
Harry sighed and started to drag the trunk to the staircase and up to the master bedroom, passing the darker rectangle of wallpaper where the portrait of Mrs Black had previously hung. He still thanked his lucky stars that Hermione had accidentally found the counter-curse for the Permanent Sticking Charm when she had been attempting to silence Mrs Black.
In fact, the whole house looked better since it had been redecorated. With Mrs Black removed, the rest of the dark magic had been easy to get rid off - apparently it had been keyed to the portrait, and once that was gone, the magic began to fade away. Harry wished Sirius could see what he’d done to the house; he knew Padfoot would have been proud of him. Even knowing that, it had taken Remus months to convince him that Sirius would want Harry to have the master room. The actual redecorating had been Remus’ idea, and Molly Weasley had picked out the colours. Going there at Christmas break had been wonderful – he actually thought of it as ‘home’ now.
Reaching the door, Harry touched the handle and the door swung open.
“So this is what this rooms hides,” Draco's voice came from behind Harry, who was startled enough to swear aloud. The blonde sneered at him as Harry scowled.
“Keyed to my magic,” the younger boy muttered as he entered the over-large room. In the far corner stood a huge four-poster bed covered with green silk sheets. A tall bookcase, filled with books both Muggle and magical, sat in the corner, an empty desk next to it under one of the large windows; the last piece of furniture was a dark mahogany wardrobe facing the door. Harry paused and groaned at seeing the sheet colours.
“Tizzy!" He called his new house elf, purchased last year despite Hermione's protests. "Why are my sheets green?” He'd thought he had managed to hide the green one; Mrs Weasley had bought them, saying that they brought out his eyes.
“Tizzy is sorry, Master Harry, sir.” The female elf wrung her hands nervously. “Tizzy thinks Master Harry sir looks good in green, sir.”
Harry sighed. “It’s alright, Tizzy. You can go now. Oh, when's lunch?”
“Midday, sir. Tizzy will call you,” Tizzy said before blinking out. Harry turned to find Draco fingering the sheets.
“Very Slytherin of you, Potter,” Draco said, laughing.
“Lets get the rules out of the way shall we, Malfoy?” Harry said, resisting the urge to throw Ginny Weasley's trademark Bat-Bogey Hex at the other boy.
“Rules, Potter?”
“Rules, Malfoy. This is my house, and it has my rules.” His eyes narrowed dangerously as Draco picked up a book and flicked through it.
“What is this?” he asked as Harry stalked over and snatched the book back.
“Muggle literature,” Harry replied shortly, replacing it on the shelf. “Rule one, stay out of my room and leave my stuff alone!”
“You’re no fun, Potter,” Draco sighed, as he moved away from the shelf.
”Oh I can be fun. Stay away from my stuff or else ,” Harry snarled.
“Touchy.”