Harry's Dirty Little Secrets Chapter 15
Author: chibidraco
Beta: noscrubs12345
thematic_hp First Round
Summary: Harry's a successful Quidditch player that enjoys a very casual love life.When sudden paternity suits arise and accusations are flying,an old fashioned Ministry decides to auction him off in Marriage to the highest bidder. HarryDraco slash AU no Voldie
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related characters do not belong to me.
If you need to catch up start here, follow links at the bottom of the pages or the tag
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A/N: I know its been too long since I updated, and I just want to say thank you for those people that left an encouraging note reminding me that someone besides myself wanted to know what happened next in this story.
I have decided to concentrate on one fic at a time until it is completely finished, and I have chosen to start with this one. :D
A great big thanks to noscrubs12345 , who still puts up with me
Chapter 15
The motions of the body next to him roused Harry from sleep and he was momentarily disoriented before he realised what it was that had woken him. He swallowed tightly.
A lean silk clad thigh slid sensuously against the rougher material of his cotton pyjama pants. Draco’s hand shifted on Harry’s naked chest, pale fingers grazing his nipple and creating a shiver at the base of Harry’s spine. Draco breathed softly in sleep but his hand crept down his chest and stomach before ghosting over and finally resting on his groin.
Harry looked at the other man carefully, but he was sound asleep. He caught the wandering hand in his and tried to move it from its position, but the elegant fingers curled and entwined in his own. Harry was surprised when he didn’t pull away. The blond seemed to have settled down and was no longer rubbing against his side, so he thought he could put up with a little hand holding. It didn’t occur to him he had already done two things he never did with anyone: cuddle or hold hands.
He settled their joined hands at his side and closed his eyes, his body soon giving into sleep.
Pink lips curled softly at the corners and Draco smiled in satisfaction, enjoying the feel of Harry’s fingers against his own.
X x x X x
Last night had been the second night after their decision to call a truce and Harry was still finding the terms hard.
Suffering through another cold shower that morning, Harry itched for an answer from Dr Stern even more. But the doctor had informed him it would be almost three weeks until he got back any conclusive results.
The shower curtain was pushed over slightly and Harry was greeted by two pale lean legs stepping into the shower with him.
“Can you pass the soap, Harry?” Draco asked, turning slightly to look back at him.
“Harry?” he asked again when the man didn’t respond.
“What are you doing?” Harry croaked.
“Taking a shower. I’m in a rush. I didn’t think you’d mind if we shared. Do you?” the blond asked, tilting his head a bit.
“No, it’s fine,” Harry swallowed, admiring Draco’s naked form as he wordlessly handed him the bar of soap and the looffa Draco used.
Draco stepped closer to access the stream of water coming from the showerhead. Harry moved back to give him room and avoided letting their bodies touch. He scrambled to grab his shampoo bottle and pressed too tightly on the bottle. It made a squelching sound and left too large an amount on his palm.
Draco looked over his shoulder questioningly, his hair plastered to his face.
“That was the bottle,” he confessed in a rush, lest Draco think that he had passed gas.
Draco smiled, a little confused. “I know. Do you really think you should use that much though? It’s going to make your hair really greasy.”
Harry noticed the palm size amount of shampoo in his hand and shook off the excess. When he looked up at Draco again, the man was rinsing the lather off his body. Harry watched the trails of soapy water trickle down his body, leaving glistening flesh behind.
Realising that he was torturing himself unnecessarily, he furiously began to scrub his head clean, and with a mumbled “excuse me,” he moved next to Draco to wash his hair.
“Ok. I’ll see you,” he said quickly without looking back at him and fled from the bathroom, wrapping his towel around his waist.
Draco watched Harry’s departure, letting out a small smile at the man’s reaction to his sudden company in the shower.
X x x x X x x X
The alarm sounded and Harry threw his arm out aimlessly towards the snooze button, managing to swipe a glass of water to the floor instead. He heard it shatter and muttered to himself while he finally managed to shut off the annoying buzzing. So far their “arrangement” had been nothing that he wasn’t uncomfortable with, but mornings had become the time when he was most tormented since the commencement of his “condition”. While it was true that they had slept next to one another before, it had been different than the situation he found himself in lately.
He hadn’t allowed the shower occurrence to happen again in fear of losing his sanity but every night he went to sleep on his own side of the bed, peacefully minding his own business only to awaken with Draco curled nearly on top of him with his head tucked under his chin.
The other man’s body pressed tight against his own did nothing to alleviate his morning wood and was a painful reminder of his predicament. When Draco’s snuggling got to him in the past he had simply gone with his urges. Now those urges remained but he could not satisfy them.
It took him a minute to realise that Draco wasn’t next to him. He would have given anything to stay in and sleep now that the bed was minus one blond distraction, but unfortunately for him they were having their first match that afternoon and he needed to get out of bed and get ready. Waving his wand over the broken glass, he cleaned it up and righted his pyjama bottoms before stumbling out of bed.
His mood failed to improve when, through bleary eyes, he caught sight of an unwelcome visitor in his kitchen.
There Draco was, looking resplendent in his dark blue robes with silver trim, awake and refreshed, very much unlike himself. The interloper had moved the chair from the opposite side of the table to sit right next to Draco.
‘Did he need to breathe Draco’s same air?’ Harry thought sarcastically.
“What’s he doing here?” he asked Draco.
“I invited him,” Draco told him, looking at him as if the answer should have been obvious.
“Why?” he asked a little petulantly.
“I wanted company, Harry,” Draco replied with a peculiar look on his face.
“You’re sitting with the Weasleys today. Isn’t that enough company for you? Why would you need him?” he asked.
“He is right here, in case you didn’t notice,” Zabini spoke up.
“Yeah,” Harry drawled and narrowed his eyes at him, “it’s hard to not to notice when you’re sitting in my chair.”
Draco looked amused, though Harry couldn’t fathom what it was he found so entertaining.
“There, there, Harry. Blaise is a guest--play nicely. And shouldn’t you be getting ready?” Draco asked him.
Harry shrugged. “I just have to shower; you should already have been out the door. The Weasleys want you to join them in our box, so Molly wanted you to meet them at the Burrow.”
Draco’s looked at him in confusion. “They told me to meet them at the stadium.”
“No, Molly wanted us at their house first,” he lied unabashedly.
“Okay,” Draco answered, a little unconvinced. “Blaise and I are ready to go anyway.”
“There’s not enough room for him,” Harry informed him, smiling slightly.
Draco arched an eyebrow. “Enough room where?”
“The box. All the family is going,” Harry replied, shrugging.
“It can accommodate sixteen people. Blaise will fit just fine,” Draco assured him, rolling his eyes.
“Don’t worry about me, Potter. Draco can always sit on my lap,” Zabini smirked.
Harry narrowed his eyes at the man briefly, causing Blaise to sit up a little straighter but Draco broke their staring contest.
“Go wash up, Harry,” Draco urged.
Once Potter left the kitchen, Blaise turned to his friend and muttered, “Potter is such a wanker.”
Draco laughed softly while shaking his head. “He’s not all that bad, and he couldn’t wank right now if he wanted to.”
Blaise laughed outright, feeling his annoyance fade slightly as he thought of the other man’s problem.
X x x X x x X
Blaise could not believe the bloody bastard’s nerve.
Minutes after he had appeared freshly dressed in the kitchen, Potter had grabbed Draco to Apparate and he had been forced to--literally--grab onto the seat of Draco’s trousers so he wasn’t left behind.
When they appeared on the side of a dirt road, Draco turned to give him a scathing look as he adjusted his pants firmly around his waist.
“You all right?” Blaise asked contritely as he watched Potter helping Draco get his bearings; he was familiar with his friend’s aversion to side along Apparation.
“Are you barmy? Why did you grab my trousers?” Draco asked while trying to get his stomach settled. He gently pushing Potter away and reassured him that he was okay.
“Blame Potter,” Blaise said belligerently and pointed at the culprit. “The git wanted to leave me behind!”
“Oh, well, you’re still here,” Potter called innocently over his shoulder before starting down the path.
Blaise stood in the road, looking incredulously at Potter’s retreating form. “That lousy mother....”
“Blaise, come on,” Draco urged impatiently from further up the way.
Blaise bit off any additional expletives he had on his tongue and followed him.
“How does this shite stay together?” Blaise wondered aloud, taking in the sight of the tilting hovel as it appeared in the distance.
“It’s magic,” Potter replied sarcastically.
“They use magic to hold together a pile of rubbish?” he asked disbelievingly.
“Its not rubbish, it’s their home,” Potter corrected.
“A proper wizard would have bought himself a new one. But you don’t know anything about being a proper wizard, do you, Potter?” Blaise smiled thinly.
“You’re right, I don’t. I’ll leave the inbreeding to you,” Potter smiled back, moving towards him slightly.
“Your father was a pureblood, Potter, so who’s to say...” Draco interjected, putting a hand in the middle of Potter’s back to hurry him down the way.
Potter looked down at Draco but he didn’t seem angry; he might have been a little contrite.
“I didn’t mean you,” Blaise heard him say softly.
The blond raised an eyebrow but smiled softly. “Thanks for the affirmation, but there’s none of that in Blaise’s family either.”
When Potter was once again marching on, Draco turned back to address him.
“There is more to it; they have a new addition in the back. It’s perfectly serviceable. They just wanted to keep their ancestral home. You can relate to that, can’t you?”
Draco tried looking at him expectantly.
Honestly he couldn’t. He had been born into wealth and so had Draco.
“My Mum would have torn down any reminder we lived somewhere like that, ancestral home or not,” Blaise insisted.
Draco shrugged in response. “It’s important to them.”
He let the subject drop when he saw that Draco wouldn’t explain any further.
They grew closer to the front of the house, but the door sprung open in one violent motion before Potter could knock.
A plump red-headed woman stood in the doorway, her arms aplomb and an eager grin across her lightly freckled face.
Blaise watched as the woman nearly crushed Draco and Potter to her bosom as he hugged them, at one point squeezing them into each other.
“Draco, Harry, how are you?” she asked enthusiastically.
“Are you eating?” she turned to ask Draco once she finally let them go.
She looked him over and shook her head in dismay. “You are way too skinny! You’re going to have to come over and eat with the family more often.”
Personally Blaise thought that Draco looked perfect.
“I’m fine Mrs Weasley,” Draco insisted.
“Nonsense. We need to put a little more meat on these bones,” she contradicted, “like Harry.” She patted the other man’s developed bicep and tilted her head upward as he kissed her cheek.
“We don’t all want the build of a hippogriff, madam,” Blaise interjected dryly, looking at Potter’s back to see what his response would be.
“I’m sorry, Molly. I should have asked before I brought a stranger here, but he followed Draco home,” Potter said, shrugging his shoulders and pointing back at him.
“Harry!” the woman cried, but he avoided her swat on his shoulder and trotted ahead.
“I’m going to find Ron!” Potter bellowed as he brushed past her.
“You try to teach them manners and they never appreciate it,” she said playfully.
“Yes… Potter does have a problem with appreciation, doesn’t he?” Blaise answered and damned himself for inadvertently looking at Draco. He saw Molly follow his gaze.
Molly nodded after a moment of inspecting him as if she was trying to figure out something that she had on the tip of her tongue but couldn’t quite remember.
“Mrs Weasley, this is a good friend of mine, Blaise Zabini,” Draco introduced them after bringing her gaze to the blond instead.
“I told you to call me Molly. None of that Mrs Weasley business now that you’re family.” She patted Draco’s cheek as if he was a small child and Blaise smiled in amusement. Women always seemed to want to coddle Draco since he had been very young.
“It’s nice to meet you, Blaise, and don’t mind Harry. Any friend of my son-in-law is always welcome here.” Molly smiled at him warmly.
“Look at me! I haven’t invited you in!” Molly apologised and moved back, indicating for them to move into the living room.
“Draco!” a red head called jovially.
“Come see our latest invention!” an identical red head added.
Blaise recognised them both as Fred and George Weasley from their Hogwarts days but couldn’t guess who was who.
Molly sent a glare their way. “You better watch what you give any member of this family, Fred Weasley!”
“Relax, it’s harmless,” George soothed his mother with a wicked grin and joined Fred in the living room.
“You better see that it is, George,” she frowned, peering at him in suspicion
“I’m Fred, Mum!” the red head protested.
Their mother shook her head in exasperation. “Bothof you behave,” she warned, wagging a stern finger between both of her sons. “I have to finish getting ready, and I’ll be right down.” She patted down some fly away hairs before as she started to leave the room.
“I take it she hasn’t forgiven you for Number Three’s predicament?” Draco asked the twins once she was out of sight.
“Ah, but she doesn’t know the entire story, does she?” Fred or George revealed.
“And she won’t right, partner?” the other one confirmed, throwing an arm around Draco’s shoulder and leaning forward.
Blaise was a little taken aback by the familiarity between them, and although Draco moved from underneath the arm, he seemed amused by the gesture rather than upset.
“So, what did occur according to the Weasley matron?” Draco asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Well, Percy just happened to taste one of our liquor filled chocolates--” one of them answered.
“--and got a little pissed, is all,” his twin continued.
“So what did happen between him and Wood?” Draco asked and Blaise could tell there was general interest in the subject.
“Nothing. We got there before Percy said anything too juicy, apparently.”
“But I have it on good authority that he did manage to tell Ollie that he missed him terribly,” one red head said melodramatically, pretending to swoon into the chest of the other.
“Oh, Percy, I’ve missed you too! Now kiss me!”
Blaise watched disbelievingly as the two play acted some horrible clichéd love scene with one another. The performance was blessedly broken by fits of laughter.
“You’re actually willingly spend time with these characters?” Blaise asked once he captured Draco’s attention?
“They are…something else,” Draco replied with a small smile. “It’s never boring.”
“Did you hear that, Forge? Draco loves us!”
“I knew it! We are the best looking brothers!” the other agreed, brushing his jumper down.
“Fools,” Draco said, rolling his eyes.
“Are you guys ready yet?” another red head swept into the room, smoothing back his hair and adjusting the collar on his robes. “We need to get going.”
“Oh, hello there, Draco. I didn’t see you,” the new addition said when he noticed him.
“Number Three,” Draco answered. “Blaise Zabini, this is Percy Weasley.”
“That’s not fair, Draco. Why didn’t you introduce us?” one of the twins jibbed.
“Because you miscreants need no introduction.”
They looked at each other and smiled impishly then nodded in full agreement. It didn’t take them long to flank Percy and begin terrorising him.
“Why do you want to go so bad, Percy?”
“You never really liked Quidditch.”
“Yeah, you never cared when we played.”
“Could it be you’re going to go see Oliver?”
Percy’s face turned red with either anger or bashfulness and he pushed his brothers away from him.
“I just want to be punctual. I don’t mind Quidditch and I’ve seen plenty of your matches at school,” Percy shot back.
“Hmm….Notice he didn’t mention Oliver, Gred?”
“Sure did, Forge,” he nodded quickly.
“I think he’s just going to see Ollie in his tight Quidditch pants--all sweaty and stuff.”
“Is that why you’re going, Percy? To stare at Ollie’s bum?” the other twin pretended to look scandalised.
“NO! Leave me alone, you prats!” Percy stuttered.
“Leave your brother alone!” came the stern voice of Molly Weasley, who was stepping into the living room with her semi-formal robes on.
She seemed to do a quick inventory of the room and in short order was bellowing, “Ron! Harry! Arthur! Get out here! We’re ready!”
The next thing Blaise knew, they were all huddled in a circle, reaching out to grab an old broom and he felt that familiar pull on his navel.
X x x X x x X
Harry Potter leads Puddlemere United to Victory !
Daniel Little
To the surprise of Puddlemere United fans and much of the wizarding world, Draco Malfoy did not only attend the match this past Saturday but was well ensconced in Harry Potter’s private box along with his close friends, the Weasleys. Seeing as Molly and Arthur Weasley are the only parental figures Mr Potter has had in his life, it seemed the perfect picture of a family outing. After the match against Falmouth, where Puddlemere United won with a score of 230-170, the large family went out for lunch to celebrate. Previous rumours of recent team addition Oliver Wood being after young Mr Malfoy seemed unfounded as he spent the rest of the afternoon glued to Percy Weasley’s side.
Mr Malfoy, on the other hand, always seemed in close proximity of Mr Potter, except for the times that his attention seemed to be taken by Mr Blaise Zabini. After their disastrous bonding celebration last week, this reporter was sure that this marriage would have been over. Though, for now, it doesn’t seem like it’s so....
Chapter 16
Beta: noscrubs12345
thematic_hp First Round
Summary: Harry's a successful Quidditch player that enjoys a very casual love life.When sudden paternity suits arise and accusations are flying,an old fashioned Ministry decides to auction him off in Marriage to the highest bidder. HarryDraco slash AU no Voldie
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related characters do not belong to me.
If you need to catch up start here, follow links at the bottom of the pages or the tag
Read / Review
A/N: I know its been too long since I updated, and I just want to say thank you for those people that left an encouraging note reminding me that someone besides myself wanted to know what happened next in this story.
I have decided to concentrate on one fic at a time until it is completely finished, and I have chosen to start with this one. :D
A great big thanks to noscrubs12345 , who still puts up with me
Chapter 15
The motions of the body next to him roused Harry from sleep and he was momentarily disoriented before he realised what it was that had woken him. He swallowed tightly.
A lean silk clad thigh slid sensuously against the rougher material of his cotton pyjama pants. Draco’s hand shifted on Harry’s naked chest, pale fingers grazing his nipple and creating a shiver at the base of Harry’s spine. Draco breathed softly in sleep but his hand crept down his chest and stomach before ghosting over and finally resting on his groin.
Harry looked at the other man carefully, but he was sound asleep. He caught the wandering hand in his and tried to move it from its position, but the elegant fingers curled and entwined in his own. Harry was surprised when he didn’t pull away. The blond seemed to have settled down and was no longer rubbing against his side, so he thought he could put up with a little hand holding. It didn’t occur to him he had already done two things he never did with anyone: cuddle or hold hands.
He settled their joined hands at his side and closed his eyes, his body soon giving into sleep.
Pink lips curled softly at the corners and Draco smiled in satisfaction, enjoying the feel of Harry’s fingers against his own.
X x x X x
Last night had been the second night after their decision to call a truce and Harry was still finding the terms hard.
Suffering through another cold shower that morning, Harry itched for an answer from Dr Stern even more. But the doctor had informed him it would be almost three weeks until he got back any conclusive results.
The shower curtain was pushed over slightly and Harry was greeted by two pale lean legs stepping into the shower with him.
“Can you pass the soap, Harry?” Draco asked, turning slightly to look back at him.
“Harry?” he asked again when the man didn’t respond.
“What are you doing?” Harry croaked.
“Taking a shower. I’m in a rush. I didn’t think you’d mind if we shared. Do you?” the blond asked, tilting his head a bit.
“No, it’s fine,” Harry swallowed, admiring Draco’s naked form as he wordlessly handed him the bar of soap and the looffa Draco used.
Draco stepped closer to access the stream of water coming from the showerhead. Harry moved back to give him room and avoided letting their bodies touch. He scrambled to grab his shampoo bottle and pressed too tightly on the bottle. It made a squelching sound and left too large an amount on his palm.
Draco looked over his shoulder questioningly, his hair plastered to his face.
“That was the bottle,” he confessed in a rush, lest Draco think that he had passed gas.
Draco smiled, a little confused. “I know. Do you really think you should use that much though? It’s going to make your hair really greasy.”
Harry noticed the palm size amount of shampoo in his hand and shook off the excess. When he looked up at Draco again, the man was rinsing the lather off his body. Harry watched the trails of soapy water trickle down his body, leaving glistening flesh behind.
Realising that he was torturing himself unnecessarily, he furiously began to scrub his head clean, and with a mumbled “excuse me,” he moved next to Draco to wash his hair.
“Ok. I’ll see you,” he said quickly without looking back at him and fled from the bathroom, wrapping his towel around his waist.
Draco watched Harry’s departure, letting out a small smile at the man’s reaction to his sudden company in the shower.
X x x x X x x X
The alarm sounded and Harry threw his arm out aimlessly towards the snooze button, managing to swipe a glass of water to the floor instead. He heard it shatter and muttered to himself while he finally managed to shut off the annoying buzzing. So far their “arrangement” had been nothing that he wasn’t uncomfortable with, but mornings had become the time when he was most tormented since the commencement of his “condition”. While it was true that they had slept next to one another before, it had been different than the situation he found himself in lately.
He hadn’t allowed the shower occurrence to happen again in fear of losing his sanity but every night he went to sleep on his own side of the bed, peacefully minding his own business only to awaken with Draco curled nearly on top of him with his head tucked under his chin.
The other man’s body pressed tight against his own did nothing to alleviate his morning wood and was a painful reminder of his predicament. When Draco’s snuggling got to him in the past he had simply gone with his urges. Now those urges remained but he could not satisfy them.
It took him a minute to realise that Draco wasn’t next to him. He would have given anything to stay in and sleep now that the bed was minus one blond distraction, but unfortunately for him they were having their first match that afternoon and he needed to get out of bed and get ready. Waving his wand over the broken glass, he cleaned it up and righted his pyjama bottoms before stumbling out of bed.
His mood failed to improve when, through bleary eyes, he caught sight of an unwelcome visitor in his kitchen.
There Draco was, looking resplendent in his dark blue robes with silver trim, awake and refreshed, very much unlike himself. The interloper had moved the chair from the opposite side of the table to sit right next to Draco.
‘Did he need to breathe Draco’s same air?’ Harry thought sarcastically.
“What’s he doing here?” he asked Draco.
“I invited him,” Draco told him, looking at him as if the answer should have been obvious.
“Why?” he asked a little petulantly.
“I wanted company, Harry,” Draco replied with a peculiar look on his face.
“You’re sitting with the Weasleys today. Isn’t that enough company for you? Why would you need him?” he asked.
“He is right here, in case you didn’t notice,” Zabini spoke up.
“Yeah,” Harry drawled and narrowed his eyes at him, “it’s hard to not to notice when you’re sitting in my chair.”
Draco looked amused, though Harry couldn’t fathom what it was he found so entertaining.
“There, there, Harry. Blaise is a guest--play nicely. And shouldn’t you be getting ready?” Draco asked him.
Harry shrugged. “I just have to shower; you should already have been out the door. The Weasleys want you to join them in our box, so Molly wanted you to meet them at the Burrow.”
Draco’s looked at him in confusion. “They told me to meet them at the stadium.”
“No, Molly wanted us at their house first,” he lied unabashedly.
“Okay,” Draco answered, a little unconvinced. “Blaise and I are ready to go anyway.”
“There’s not enough room for him,” Harry informed him, smiling slightly.
Draco arched an eyebrow. “Enough room where?”
“The box. All the family is going,” Harry replied, shrugging.
“It can accommodate sixteen people. Blaise will fit just fine,” Draco assured him, rolling his eyes.
“Don’t worry about me, Potter. Draco can always sit on my lap,” Zabini smirked.
Harry narrowed his eyes at the man briefly, causing Blaise to sit up a little straighter but Draco broke their staring contest.
“Go wash up, Harry,” Draco urged.
Once Potter left the kitchen, Blaise turned to his friend and muttered, “Potter is such a wanker.”
Draco laughed softly while shaking his head. “He’s not all that bad, and he couldn’t wank right now if he wanted to.”
Blaise laughed outright, feeling his annoyance fade slightly as he thought of the other man’s problem.
X x x X x x X
Blaise could not believe the bloody bastard’s nerve.
Minutes after he had appeared freshly dressed in the kitchen, Potter had grabbed Draco to Apparate and he had been forced to--literally--grab onto the seat of Draco’s trousers so he wasn’t left behind.
When they appeared on the side of a dirt road, Draco turned to give him a scathing look as he adjusted his pants firmly around his waist.
“You all right?” Blaise asked contritely as he watched Potter helping Draco get his bearings; he was familiar with his friend’s aversion to side along Apparation.
“Are you barmy? Why did you grab my trousers?” Draco asked while trying to get his stomach settled. He gently pushing Potter away and reassured him that he was okay.
“Blame Potter,” Blaise said belligerently and pointed at the culprit. “The git wanted to leave me behind!”
“Oh, well, you’re still here,” Potter called innocently over his shoulder before starting down the path.
Blaise stood in the road, looking incredulously at Potter’s retreating form. “That lousy mother....”
“Blaise, come on,” Draco urged impatiently from further up the way.
Blaise bit off any additional expletives he had on his tongue and followed him.
“How does this shite stay together?” Blaise wondered aloud, taking in the sight of the tilting hovel as it appeared in the distance.
“It’s magic,” Potter replied sarcastically.
“They use magic to hold together a pile of rubbish?” he asked disbelievingly.
“Its not rubbish, it’s their home,” Potter corrected.
“A proper wizard would have bought himself a new one. But you don’t know anything about being a proper wizard, do you, Potter?” Blaise smiled thinly.
“You’re right, I don’t. I’ll leave the inbreeding to you,” Potter smiled back, moving towards him slightly.
“Your father was a pureblood, Potter, so who’s to say...” Draco interjected, putting a hand in the middle of Potter’s back to hurry him down the way.
Potter looked down at Draco but he didn’t seem angry; he might have been a little contrite.
“I didn’t mean you,” Blaise heard him say softly.
The blond raised an eyebrow but smiled softly. “Thanks for the affirmation, but there’s none of that in Blaise’s family either.”
When Potter was once again marching on, Draco turned back to address him.
“There is more to it; they have a new addition in the back. It’s perfectly serviceable. They just wanted to keep their ancestral home. You can relate to that, can’t you?”
Draco tried looking at him expectantly.
Honestly he couldn’t. He had been born into wealth and so had Draco.
“My Mum would have torn down any reminder we lived somewhere like that, ancestral home or not,” Blaise insisted.
Draco shrugged in response. “It’s important to them.”
He let the subject drop when he saw that Draco wouldn’t explain any further.
They grew closer to the front of the house, but the door sprung open in one violent motion before Potter could knock.
A plump red-headed woman stood in the doorway, her arms aplomb and an eager grin across her lightly freckled face.
Blaise watched as the woman nearly crushed Draco and Potter to her bosom as he hugged them, at one point squeezing them into each other.
“Draco, Harry, how are you?” she asked enthusiastically.
“Are you eating?” she turned to ask Draco once she finally let them go.
She looked him over and shook her head in dismay. “You are way too skinny! You’re going to have to come over and eat with the family more often.”
Personally Blaise thought that Draco looked perfect.
“I’m fine Mrs Weasley,” Draco insisted.
“Nonsense. We need to put a little more meat on these bones,” she contradicted, “like Harry.” She patted the other man’s developed bicep and tilted her head upward as he kissed her cheek.
“We don’t all want the build of a hippogriff, madam,” Blaise interjected dryly, looking at Potter’s back to see what his response would be.
“I’m sorry, Molly. I should have asked before I brought a stranger here, but he followed Draco home,” Potter said, shrugging his shoulders and pointing back at him.
“Harry!” the woman cried, but he avoided her swat on his shoulder and trotted ahead.
“I’m going to find Ron!” Potter bellowed as he brushed past her.
“You try to teach them manners and they never appreciate it,” she said playfully.
“Yes… Potter does have a problem with appreciation, doesn’t he?” Blaise answered and damned himself for inadvertently looking at Draco. He saw Molly follow his gaze.
Molly nodded after a moment of inspecting him as if she was trying to figure out something that she had on the tip of her tongue but couldn’t quite remember.
“Mrs Weasley, this is a good friend of mine, Blaise Zabini,” Draco introduced them after bringing her gaze to the blond instead.
“I told you to call me Molly. None of that Mrs Weasley business now that you’re family.” She patted Draco’s cheek as if he was a small child and Blaise smiled in amusement. Women always seemed to want to coddle Draco since he had been very young.
“It’s nice to meet you, Blaise, and don’t mind Harry. Any friend of my son-in-law is always welcome here.” Molly smiled at him warmly.
“Look at me! I haven’t invited you in!” Molly apologised and moved back, indicating for them to move into the living room.
“Draco!” a red head called jovially.
“Come see our latest invention!” an identical red head added.
Blaise recognised them both as Fred and George Weasley from their Hogwarts days but couldn’t guess who was who.
Molly sent a glare their way. “You better watch what you give any member of this family, Fred Weasley!”
“Relax, it’s harmless,” George soothed his mother with a wicked grin and joined Fred in the living room.
“You better see that it is, George,” she frowned, peering at him in suspicion
“I’m Fred, Mum!” the red head protested.
Their mother shook her head in exasperation. “Bothof you behave,” she warned, wagging a stern finger between both of her sons. “I have to finish getting ready, and I’ll be right down.” She patted down some fly away hairs before as she started to leave the room.
“I take it she hasn’t forgiven you for Number Three’s predicament?” Draco asked the twins once she was out of sight.
“Ah, but she doesn’t know the entire story, does she?” Fred or George revealed.
“And she won’t right, partner?” the other one confirmed, throwing an arm around Draco’s shoulder and leaning forward.
Blaise was a little taken aback by the familiarity between them, and although Draco moved from underneath the arm, he seemed amused by the gesture rather than upset.
“So, what did occur according to the Weasley matron?” Draco asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Well, Percy just happened to taste one of our liquor filled chocolates--” one of them answered.
“--and got a little pissed, is all,” his twin continued.
“So what did happen between him and Wood?” Draco asked and Blaise could tell there was general interest in the subject.
“Nothing. We got there before Percy said anything too juicy, apparently.”
“But I have it on good authority that he did manage to tell Ollie that he missed him terribly,” one red head said melodramatically, pretending to swoon into the chest of the other.
“Oh, Percy, I’ve missed you too! Now kiss me!”
Blaise watched disbelievingly as the two play acted some horrible clichéd love scene with one another. The performance was blessedly broken by fits of laughter.
“You’re actually willingly spend time with these characters?” Blaise asked once he captured Draco’s attention?
“They are…something else,” Draco replied with a small smile. “It’s never boring.”
“Did you hear that, Forge? Draco loves us!”
“I knew it! We are the best looking brothers!” the other agreed, brushing his jumper down.
“Fools,” Draco said, rolling his eyes.
“Are you guys ready yet?” another red head swept into the room, smoothing back his hair and adjusting the collar on his robes. “We need to get going.”
“Oh, hello there, Draco. I didn’t see you,” the new addition said when he noticed him.
“Number Three,” Draco answered. “Blaise Zabini, this is Percy Weasley.”
“That’s not fair, Draco. Why didn’t you introduce us?” one of the twins jibbed.
“Because you miscreants need no introduction.”
They looked at each other and smiled impishly then nodded in full agreement. It didn’t take them long to flank Percy and begin terrorising him.
“Why do you want to go so bad, Percy?”
“You never really liked Quidditch.”
“Yeah, you never cared when we played.”
“Could it be you’re going to go see Oliver?”
Percy’s face turned red with either anger or bashfulness and he pushed his brothers away from him.
“I just want to be punctual. I don’t mind Quidditch and I’ve seen plenty of your matches at school,” Percy shot back.
“Hmm….Notice he didn’t mention Oliver, Gred?”
“Sure did, Forge,” he nodded quickly.
“I think he’s just going to see Ollie in his tight Quidditch pants--all sweaty and stuff.”
“Is that why you’re going, Percy? To stare at Ollie’s bum?” the other twin pretended to look scandalised.
“NO! Leave me alone, you prats!” Percy stuttered.
“Leave your brother alone!” came the stern voice of Molly Weasley, who was stepping into the living room with her semi-formal robes on.
She seemed to do a quick inventory of the room and in short order was bellowing, “Ron! Harry! Arthur! Get out here! We’re ready!”
The next thing Blaise knew, they were all huddled in a circle, reaching out to grab an old broom and he felt that familiar pull on his navel.
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Harry Potter leads Puddlemere United to Victory !
Daniel Little
To the surprise of Puddlemere United fans and much of the wizarding world, Draco Malfoy did not only attend the match this past Saturday but was well ensconced in Harry Potter’s private box along with his close friends, the Weasleys. Seeing as Molly and Arthur Weasley are the only parental figures Mr Potter has had in his life, it seemed the perfect picture of a family outing. After the match against Falmouth, where Puddlemere United won with a score of 230-170, the large family went out for lunch to celebrate. Previous rumours of recent team addition Oliver Wood being after young Mr Malfoy seemed unfounded as he spent the rest of the afternoon glued to Percy Weasley’s side.
Mr Malfoy, on the other hand, always seemed in close proximity of Mr Potter, except for the times that his attention seemed to be taken by Mr Blaise Zabini. After their disastrous bonding celebration last week, this reporter was sure that this marriage would have been over. Though, for now, it doesn’t seem like it’s so....
Chapter 16