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

Chapter 50 - Oxymandias Clink

Harry's POV:
The man is small and dumpy, he has a strange resemblance to uncle Vermon apart from the very dark hair, goatee and almost black beady eyes. He is dressed in expensive looking clothing but it is too tight reminding me of a sausage being squeezed out of its skin.
"Mr Malfoy the younger, I believe you are head of the house now. Apologies for my rude interruption but I had to see if the rumours were true. Your father out of Askaban and now out of prison," his voice is confident but drawling, I instantly dislike the way he smirks at Draco.
"Hello, Mr. Clink, no worries. Yes I am head of the house still despite fathers release, I hope you are keeping well," Draco holds out his hand politely to shake the mans hand. He eyes it curiously and takes Draco's hand kissing it. I watch Draco flinch slightly swallowing and taking a step back towards me, obviously very disturbed by the action. It definitely isn't the expected social etiquette, something which Draco values.
"To you Mr. Malfoy, Ozymandias. I won't keep you and your....guests," he eyes the room curiously, "long...I just wanted to add that my husband and I heard of your sexual revelation, we are glad your father took it well. Not like my father, such embarrassing heritage. But alas what more can you expect from a filthy mudblood," he chuckles darkly and I watch Lucius shake his head at an angry looking Ron giving him a warning look when he looks like he is going to say something.
"Well I'm sorry you had to experience that from your father, I am very grateful that father is so supportive," Draco says politely ignoring the comment as the man eyes him curiously not taking any notice of the rest of us.
"Yes. Well you are lucky Mr. Malfoy, an enviable position within society, wealth, intelligence and you have to say you grow more handsome every time I see you," he winks at Draco and I clench my fists, not liking the way he looks at Draco at all.
"You are to kind Mr. Clink," Draco says awkwardly taking another small step towards me.
"Not at all, you are one of high societies most eligible bachelors, if I wasn't married," he chuckles, eyeing Draco hungrily.
"Yeah and 40 fucking years younger," I hear Ron mumble getting a panicked glare from Hermione.
If this Mr. Clink heard, he made no comment.

"Not that eligible, Mr. Clink, I am in a very committed relationship," Draco says firmly.
The mans beady eyes flick towards me and then back to Draco.
"Interesting......you don't mind yourself a half blood I see. I'm surprised your father was excepting of that," he chuckles again and I watch Draco flinch again at the sound, his lip curls in anger but he quickly hides it.
I clench my fists tighter glaring at him not only for the comments but the way he is making Draco feel. I don't make any comment due to Lucius' panicked look and not knowing who the hell this man is.
"And is this very committed relationship expected to end in marriage?"
Draco bites his lip looking very uncomfortable so I step forward wrapping my arm around his waist tightly and protectively standing slightly in front of him.
"Yes it is!" I say firmly glaring at the man.
He smirks back at me and I can't help the overwhelming desire to smack his head on the fireplace from bubbling up inside me.
"Interesting," he says again, "I didn't think war hero would be your type."
"It is, very much so. Now I do apologise I must get back to my guests. Perhaps you can call another time," Draco says politely but finally sounding a bit frustrated.
"Of course Mr Malfoy, a pleasure as always, I can't wait for the wedding," he kisses his hand again but this time Draco knows it is coming, and obviously doesn't like it as the man flinches holding his arm as he is met by the sharp pain coming from my protection charms on Draco's watch.
Draco's eyes widen as he steps back closer to me and I take his hand in mine across my body, my arm closest to him still wrapped tightly around his waist. Mr. Clink frowns eyeing me curiously obviously realising that it has something to do with me. He then kisses Narcissa's hand.
"Lucius," he says curtly shaking his hand, ignoring the rest of us and stepping back into the fire disappearing.
The Malfoy's all seem to simultaneously let out a sigh of relief at his absence.
"What in Merlins name do you think you are doing letting that man in here?" Narcissa snaps.
"Exactly mother. Father what were you thinking? I know he wasn't still keyed into the wards, no from the past is so he would have had to ask permission to come in."
"What do you expect me to do, it's Oz. It would have been way worse for us in the long run if we refused," Lucius snaps, "he probably won't come back now."
"I'm sorry, who the hell was that?" I ask Draco who frowns.
"Ozymandias Clink, he truly is the worst kind of man," Draco says frowning.
"Merlin knows how he didn't get thrown in Azkaban and your poor father did," Narcissa says angrily, looking fiercer than I've ever seen her.
"Was he a deatheater too then?" Ron asks and I frown at the poorly worded question.
"Yes and no. Behind the scenes only, practically ran the magical government when the dark Lord took over, his PR, if you can believe such a thing," Lucius spits angrily.
"I've never even heard of him," Arthur says confused and Narcissa nods.
"Of course not, he wants that. He stays out of sight yet somehow is still involved in everything. He probably knew about Lucius' release before Lucius did. He obviously knows about Harry and Draco that's why he pressed it. He has lots of media influence," she says frowning.
"So that's the bastard printing all that shit about us, about Draco. And he is friends with you?" I ask Lucius angrily.
"Friends? He isn't friends with anyone, he prints what makes money regardless of what's right or who he knows. I'm grateful you got those gag orders," Lucius says running his hands through his hair in a weirdly Draco like way.
"He seems horrible," Hermione says looking visibly upset, "and this man still has power?!"
"I don't want you going near him Draco, ever! If you have to be somewhere where he is I have to be there too." I say firmly, "I do not like the way he looks at you." The thought of that man in the same room makes me feel very angry and protective. I hold him tightly and kiss his cheek.
"I hate him," Narcissa snaps. "He's looked at Draco like that since he was 14 and his husband is only in his late twenties."
Molly and Hermione gasp loudly and George gags, "eww pervert," he groans and Lucius nods frowning.
"I can't help that I was an unbelievably sexy child," Draco chuckles trying to diffuse the tension and I frown at him.
"Angel, as much as I thought you were a very very sexy 14 year old when I was also a 14 year old, it is still horrific that this man might have thought that."
Draco furrows his brow looking concerned.
"You fancied me when you were 14?" He finally says in a teasing tone and I shake my head laughing at him. Of course that's all he heard.
"I have fancied the arse off you since third year, Draco. You are probably the first person I ever looked at like that, I was just a bit to dense to realise."
"Ahh that other brain cell hadn't quite kicked in yet," he teases. I glare at him squeezing him and shoving him jokingly.
His mother and father smile at us, Ron looks disturbed at the thought but the others look amused at the teasing.
"Come on let's get back to the celebrations, don't let someone like that bring the mood down," Draco says cheerily clapping his hands and making the large curtains open to reveal the floating fairy light lit gardens and levitating cocktails over to us, suspiciously aimed at Ginny, who makes an excited noise, grabbing two different types and taking a sip of each.

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