A newfound friendship (A Drarry Story) (8th year Drarry)

Chapter 18 - The package

Draco's POV:
"Well I think that went exceptionally well," Harry says dusting off his jeans and flopping onto the sofa.
"Yes very well, apart from the fact that she obviously assumed we were a couple," I laugh sitting next to him. "She did? I didn't get that impression," he laughs.
"Really? All those questions about your plans for the future and aspirations, mother was sizing you up," I tell him smiling at his shocked expression, he really can be clueless sometimes.
"Why didn't you say something?"
"She wouldn't have listened or believed me anyway, I might as well let her have some fun with it before I tell her the bad news," i tell him.
"Ah so you not being in a relationship with me would be bad news for her," he teases laying back so his head rests in my lap looking up at me with a cheeky grin.
"Well she definitely likes you, I'm glad that she does. Mother's normally hard to please," I tell him.
""Yeah that's because I'm pretty wonderful. I'd be the best son in law ever," he grins reaching up to put his hand in my hair which I allow because it feels nice when it's him.
"You definitely would be, wonder boy," I tease leaning down to kiss his forehead.
"Oooo is that a proposal," he mocks.
"Oh you'd love it if it was."
"You wish," he says poking out his tongue, I roll my eyes at him trying not to think that maybe he is right.
"I really don't want to have to go to dinner. Why do I have to see anyone else, I only want to be with you," he whines making my heart flutter.
"I know love, but we can sit together now and Neville will probably be there too," I say trying to reason with him.
He sighs still sulking turning in to face my stomach, wrapping his arms around me and hiding his face into my lap. How can he sometimes look so ruggedly handsome and sometimes so cute?
"How about this? We go to the hall for dinner, but for dessert we come back here or by the lake so
It's just us? Does that sound good?" I ask trying to reason with him.
He turns to face me a wide grin on his face.
"Excellent idea," he smirks cockily knowing that he has still got his way despite some compromise.
"Are you hungry? I know we had some food at mother's but not much."
"I am a bit hungry," he says patting his stomach.
"But then again, when aren't you," I say ruffling his already messy hair, watching him pout and attempt to fix it.
"Come on then Potter, let's go to dinner," I slide him off my lap standing up and holding out my hand. He takes it to help himself up.
"It's probably going to be a bit chilly in the hall. Do you think I could borrow that jumper again?" He asks as I already start to pull it from my bag and hand it over to him.
He smiles and slips it on, I smile at the sight, he looks good in my clothes.
We leave our bags behind and quickly make our way to the great hall. We reach the 8th year table heading over to Neville, Finnigan, Weasley and Hermione. Harry tries to pull us away to sit at the other end of the table but I ignore him standing my ground.
I smile at them, greeting them politely as I take a seat next to Neville patting the space beside me for a reluctant looking Harry.
"Hey guys," he greets sheepishly, and I quickly slide my hand onto his thigh for support knowing that he fears another confrontation.
"That's not Gryffindor colours," Neville says plucking at the jumper that Harry is wearing.
"Oi easy with that, it's mine," I scold and Neville just laughs as he smooths it out.
"Neville mentioned to me that you were interested in a house that he owned in France," Hermione says casually eating her pasta.
"Oh yes, he was telling me about his house out there and just going off the designer and architects alone I definitely want it," I tell her with a smile.
"That's nice, but you haven't even visited it how do you know it's what you want?" She says.
"Ah well normally I wouldn't buy anything without visiting but it's Neville. I trust the seller this time," I smile at Neville and he grins widely at me.
"Shall I have the paperwork sent to your lawyers?" He asks.
"Yes please. I will give you the information for one of them. I don't want all of them dealing with it. It stresses me out when they all contact me," I say honestly, pulling out some parchment and a quill from my robe pocket and handing the information over to him.
"Ow much is Neville's 'Ouse that yu interested in?" Finnigan asks with a thick accent.
"Oh I forgot to ask. Neville did you decide on an asking price?" I say turning to Neville and ignoring the Finnigan boys shocked expression.
"12 million gallons," he says sheepishly.
"12 million gallons," Weasley exclaims before bursting into a coughing fit. He tries to drink his juice as Hermione pats his back.
"My thoughts exactly Weasley," I say before turning to Neville, "how many rooms is this house? Bedrooms drawing rooms ect?"
"Umm it's big, maybe 30 bedrooms, a few more bathrooms as most are en-suite.
About 8 drawing rooms, two halls, only two kitchens and dining rooms though, obviously there's other things too like library's but I don't visit it to often," Neville says with a shrug.
"I agree with Weasley, 12 million is far too cheap, are you doing that because we are friends?" I say with a chuckle.
"Umm love, I think the others thought that 12 million was too expensive," Harry says resting a hand on my shoulder making me frown.
"But look how big it is, that's not even factoring in land and it's an estate that Astaroth designed in the 1700's. So rare." I tell them.
"Ah well the new place I want to buy is only 8 mil, and it's not like I use the place anyway," Neville says with a shrug.
"Nonsense, you can take 20 or nothing, and that is still a complete steal. You are a friend I wouldn't except that asking price," I tell him making his eyes widen, he nods.
"I'll have the paperwork changed." He says and I nod triumphantly, still proud of the deal I got.
"That was nice of you," Harry says kissing my cheek.
I turn to him and smile forgetting that the others can see.
"Not at all love," I say ruffling his hair again and kissing his forehead gently. Finnigan coughs loudly and I pull away making Harry pout.
"Speaking of new houses, I've head that you have another Gringotts account. Are you thinking of buying a place?" Hermione asks
Harry smiles, "yes actually. I thought about getting something. I didn't really want to stay at Grimald place for too long maybe just until I'm able to find something. But I won't sell the other place, it belonged to Sirius," he says with a shrug.
"If you don't want to stay there, you can always come to the manor? Or one of my other homes," I say making him grin and hug me.
"Thanks Dray, I'd love to stay with you," he smiles.
I run my hands through is hair resting my hand at the nape of his neck.
"But this Grimald place does sound interesting. I think it is a black residence?" I say and he nods.
"Yes, your name is on a wall on this big family tree," Harry says grinning at me.
"Oh wow really? That's amazing. Can I see the place sometime?" I ask him.
He smiles and nods reaching up to run is fingers through my hair this time. I lean into the touch.
"I think you'd like it, it's full of strange artefacts," he says.
"Dark artefacts more like," Weasley grumbles.
"Ah well strange and dark artefacts can be dangerous but they can also be useful and interesting. You should get them examined and valued," I suggest to Harry who just shrugs, "I doubt they will be worth much but it's probably worth a try."
"It all depends on the buyer. With the right buyer you can get a fair amount. I can look at a few things for you if you like, a lot of things were brought into my home over the years, you pick up on things," I offer. He smiles sadly at me taking hold of my hand on the table and squeezing it gently.
"Thank you, I'd like that," he says with a smile. I smile back at him and then turn back to my food. Harry does the same still not letting go of my hand. I notice Finnigans eyes widen at the sight, Hermione looks indifferent but Neville looks smug.
"Where were yu las nigh Arry, I didn't see yu come to bed," Finnigan asks. I try not to tense at the question worried about the responses.
"Oh I stayed in Draco's new room," Harry dismisses, "it was the first night he had it and we thought it might be fun."
"Oh are yu going to be staying there often?" Finnigan asks and Harry just shrugs. I hope he does come to stay every now and then. It's nice to be with someone else.
We continue our dinner. Hermione and I discuss the the potions assignment while Harry, Finnigan and Neville talk about quidditch. Weasley mostly stays silent sometimes looking at me for a bit too long making me feel uncomfortable. Just as we are about to finish a meal a loud squawk echos around the hall. I look up and immediately recognise the two owls carrying a package as Loki and Dolos, mothers favourite owls.
The package drops in front of us and I go to take the letter off of Dolos' leg but he bites my finger hard.
"Ow, Dolos, what is wrong with you?" I ask the owl who squawks at me again in frustration before moving over to Harry and holding out his leg.
Harry takes the letter hesitantly not getting bittern. The owls make one last noise at me before flying off.
"You know the owls?" He asks curiously turning the letter over in his hand.
"Yes and I know that hand writing, that's my mother," I tell him making his eyes widen. He opens the letter carefully and I lean in to read it over his shoulder.