𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

Chapter 3

Harry waited for Draco to come down and when he did, he remained speechless. Draco was… sexy. Harry didn't really want to use that word to describe Malfoy, but he couldn't find a better adjective. Draco was gorgeous in his muggle's clothes and he thought that hundreds of girls will throw themselves at his feet if he ever decided to get out of that house for a reason or another. For a moment he didn't recognize him.

"See something you like?" Draco said with smirk and Harry's eyes came back into focus.

"I'm just thinking that you may keep them…" Harry said. Draco shot a disgusted look at himself.

"As soon as I buy new, stupid muggle's clothes, I'll give them back to you…"

"Whatever…" Harry said and tried not to stare at Draco again. "I think that I'll have to lend you money 'till you get a job…"

Draco looked up at him as if he went mad. Harry raised an eyebrow.

"I don't want your money!" Draco exclaimed, "Hell, I don't want to owe you!"

"You won't owe me, anything…" Harry said, rolling his eyes to the ceiling. "I don't care what you say, but you need them…"

"But…!" Draco started but Harry shot him a dirty look.

"I like this less than you do, but you asked for my help, didn't you? And this is the best I can do for you!"

Whatever Draco had wanted to say in that moment died in his throat in an instant, because just then they heard something tapping on Draco's kitchen window and they both turned around, surprised, at the source of the noise.

It was the owl the Ministry had promised Draco. Harry was surprised but the fact and asked, as Draco made his way to open the window to let the bird in:

"Why do you have an owl?"

"The Ministry allowed me to contact the wizarding world by owl, if I wanted to…" was Draco's immediate response. "But…" the bird sat on the kitchen counter and nuzzled against Draco's hand immediately, amazing the blond a bit.

"But?" Harry asked.

"I really don't want to write to anyone…" Draco said, sincere, as he caressed the owl's head, lovingly. Harry stared at the scene before him, amazed.

"Why? Don't you want to write to your parents at least, to explain the situation?"

Draco turned abruptly to him.

"They don't need to know!" he spat, "I'm a muggle now, as you so obviously stated! Do you think they would be proud of me if I told so?"

Harry stared at him, open-mouthed:

"And you are going to disappear just like this, for five years? Don't you think they will be worried?" Harry said, not really understanding why he cared so much and neither did Draco it seemed, as he exclaimed:

"Why do you care? What I do is not your business!"

Harry heaved a sigh.

"Whatever, Malfoy!"

For the rest of the afternoon Harry showed Draco how to use the most basic muggle devices. He was surprised to see that Ministry had provided the blond ex-Death Eater with everything he might need. Together they found a closet full of cleaning equipment, provided with brooms, a vacuum cleaner, dusters, detergents, washing liquids and so on.

"Like hell I'm going to use this…" was Draco's comment as he closed the door's closet with all the strength he got. Harry was glad he didn't have to show Draco how to clean. Too much time had passed since he had last cleaned his uncle's house and he really liked to just flick his wand for the dirt to disappear. In other words, he too had forgotten how to do it the muggle way…