Harry Potter and The Secrets he Kept

Chapter 9

After the blood brother ritual that Harry and Neville went through, Augusta was happy to let Neville go to Potter Manor to train with Harry.

Remus had taught them how to fight with broadswords in the past-future, but this time Sirius would be the one teaching them, for the most part.

"What?" Sirius said with a whine when Harry stared at him in shock after being told this. "All pureblood males learn to sword fight, just ask Draco."

"It's true," Draco said, nodding. "Have fun with your little lesson," he added, standing up from the kitchen table before leaving the room.

Harry held back a snicker as he remembered Draco's first morning at Potter Manor.

-Flashback-

Draco climbed out of bed his first morning at Potter Manor, and yawned widely. He climbed out of bed, smoothing his black satin pajamas as he went, then slipped on his green bedroom slippers and walked to the window and threw open the drapes. He breathed deeply before yawning again then walked into his bathroom.

His eyes narrowed in annoyance when he saw that neither of the two house-elves had drawn his morning bath. He huffed in annoyance before doing it himself.

Draco tried lifting the handle to turn on the water, but it just wouldn't work. He tugged harder, but it still wouldn't work. So he stepped inside the tub, braced his feet firmly, and tugged as hard as he could on the handle. It. Just. Wouldn't. Work. His arms just didn't want to pull anymore so he fell forward, putting pressure on the handle instead. To his shock, the handle pushed down, and water began gushing out of the spigot right onto his slippers and the hems of his pants.

"Aargh!" he yelled in frustration, kicking the side of the tub in anger and stubbing his toe.

He climbed out of the tub and kick off his sodden slippers before adding a scoopful of scented crystals to the hot water. He paused, then added another scoop just to be sure there was enough, then left the room.

He went into his walk-in closet, thank goodness they had the decency to give him one, imagine only having a tiny wardrobe for his clothes. His satin dress robes would be crushed! He pulled out a long black robe, emerald green satin shirt with ivory buttons, and pressed black slacks. He walked to his dresser, clothes draped over one arm, and removed a pair of black satin boxers, and a pair of silk knit socks, also black.

Draco re-entered the bathroom, and hung up his clothes on the hook on the back of the door and placing his boxers and socks on the counter by the sink.

He stripped out of his pajamas, dropping each piece on the floor, and put his right foot into the tub, only to yank it out immediately, because the water was scalding hot. He let out a few choice cuss words at this, before draining half of the water, and adding some cold water to get it to the correct temperature.

Then he realized that he should probably add some more bath crystals to the water since he drained half of it, and added two more scoops.

He climbed into the tub and relaxed. It was the perfect temperature. He stayed in the tub until his fingers began to prune, then got out and drained the water. He pulled a fluffy white towel off of the rack and frowned in annoyance, thinking, 'Dear Merlin, is Potter a barbarian! It's just shameful, not having the guest's towels properly heated when they need them!'

He toweled dry before dressing and going about the rest of his morning ablutions. He washed his face. Was that a zit beside his nose? No. No. It was just his imagination.