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

Chapter 54 - Wicked witch

Omg guys I'm soo so sorry about the delayed updates. I've been crazy busy with work. Hopefully i will be able to update again soon!

Harry's POV:
"I still don't know why they had to invite everyone over for dinner at their house," Draco groans pulling on some chunky, knee high boots over his dragon hide trousers. He tucks his puffy-sleeved shirt into the the high waisted, heavily buttoned and bucked trousers. His shirt is buttoned low to show multiple chains around his neck, his watch on his wrist and many rings including the Potter and Malfoy ones on his fingers.
"It's nice of them Drakey. We've all been to the manor before so I don't know why your parents main dwelling would be any different."
"It is. And it's my bloody mother. She knows that Mrs Weasley still isn't a fan of me or them and she knows that you shouted at some of the Weasley's after the attack......And the attack, she's thinking about trying to bring everyone together because I got attacked.....again," he groans waving his arms around enthusiastically only stopping to spray himself with aftershave.
"It's okay baby, you shouldn't stress yourself, the healer said to take it easy," I say wrapping my arms around his waist. He wasn't left with any damage thankfully, but I have still been taking extra good care of him anyway.
"He also said that you aren't to leave my side ever again," I tease kissing his cheek and making him smirk.
"I don't remember that part," he laughs looking at us in the mirror.
"Ah that's because it was a head injury," I say making him roll his eyes in an attempt to play it down for the 100th time this week.

"Do you think this outfit needs some subtle eyeliner?" He asks heading to the bathroom to do it before even waiting for a response.
"You are just trying to put off going dear, and it's only going to mean that the Weasley's get there before you can go over Lucius' ground rules."
His panicked face pokes around from behind the door, his eyes now slightly lined with black underneath. He looks as amazing as always.
"Merlin, I didn't think of that. He never remembers the things that I tell him from the previous time," he groans throwing his cloak over his shoulder and rushing to the floo, with me following closely behind.
We floo to the house and thankfully seem to be the first ones there.

"Hello mother, Hello father," Draco greets them hugging them both and I do the same.
"Right father, I need to remind you of the topics not to talk about," Draco says making Lucius groan loudly and Narcissa laugh taking her seat again.
"Right, no talking about prison, house arrest, deatheater events, the dark Lord, dark magic and trying to murder Harry," Draco says looking nervously at the fire.
I can't help but chuckle at the list making Narcissa smirk.
"Honestly son, it would be easier to list the things I'm allowed to say. Perhaps we could all talk about how your outfit makes you look a bit like a gay 18th century pirate," he teases rolling his eyes and sitting next to his wife.
Draco glares at him with his jaw dropped before turning to me.
"You look absolutely wonderful my angel," I reassure him and he smiles smugly.
"And I bet you'd look even more wonderful in just those boots alone," I smirk teasingly making Draco grin widely but blush, Lucius gag loudly and Narcissa roll her eyes at her husband. Obviously realising that it was the reaction I hoped to get with the teasing as Lucius started it.
The fire glows and George pops out followed by his parents, before greetings are even finished the fire glows again and Ron, Hermione and Ginny come through.
"Ohhh Draco, I have a present for you," Ginny sings flapping a paper magazine around.
Ron groans loudly and Hermione chuckles, they've obviously heard about it already.
She hands me the magazine and I scowl, flicking through it and passing it to Draco who's eyes widen.
On the cover there is a picture of Draco smiling bending over a counter in a shop and reaching for something.
Under the image in large moving letters it reads.
'Wicked Witch - Bad Boy behind- your number one pick for sexiest deatheater of the year.'

His mother tuts at the magazine handing it back to Draco who flicks through it.
"They can't speak about you like that, you are a person not an object," I snap taking at seat beside my boyfriend and holding him close.
"They've ranked us all in this," Draco groans flicking to the large double page spread featuring his pictures and pictures of us together.
"Oo really," Lucius says grabbing the magazine and reading.
"Oh now this is disgusting, absolutely preposterous," he sneers glaring at the page.
"I take it you've reached the page with the reader comments about Draco," I say taking my boyfriends hand and kissing his cheek reassuringly.
"No I have not. I am number 8! 8! There's only 13 on this list. Absolutely ridiculous," he groans making Ron and George snigger.
"Your greasy haired godfather beat me, he isn't even alive and he's number 7. Oh I will be writing to the editors of this shoddy thing," he snaps angrily and I can't help but smirk at Narcissa's disapproving but amused expression.
"Now now dear. Severus is a recognised war hero and that is bound to boost his votes,"
Narcissa says reassuringly but her husband just huffs in annoyance.