You Have Everything

Chap 4

"Draco dated?" Harry thought the only person Draco had ever been with was Pansy, he never thought that Draco would ever be in a relationship after the war.

"Oh yeah, loads of flings. I won't get to into since it's not my place to tell, but if you get him drunk enough he'll tell." Blaise said, winking as he went upstairs.

Harry was puzzled, he was also very uncomfortable being left alone in the living room. It felt rude to just sit down, so he started to wander around the house. It was like taking the house he grew up in and flipping it. The cupboard which use to be on the left side was now on the right. The living room and kitchen were swapped. Even the porch Harry was previously on was wrong. The whole house gave Harry an odd feeling.

"If you'd like to follow me upstairs to the guest room." Draco said from the stairs. It scared Harry how Draco could so quietly sneak up on an Auror like himself. "Are you coming?" Draco raised his eyebrow, Harry could feel himself blush as he went to follow Draco.

They walked up the inverted stairs, he passed the door that was his room back in Pivot four, then Dudley's, and now they were in front of Aunt Petunia's room. Harry gave another puzzled look as they walked inside, it was wider, much bigger than Harry remembered the room. The furniture was not overly lavish for a Black and there was a fire place?

"As you can see made the room a bit bigger with magic because with this furniture this room was way to small. That's a fire place you can use freely. Downstairs fireplace is more of a decorational prop. This is the walk in bathroom." Draco went on but Harry was surprised about the room he was given. He couldn't stop thinking that if this was his room what did Draco's look like?

"And that’s the gist of it. Just let me know if you’re missing anything and when you want to start your stuff so you can enjoy your holiday.” Draco then swiftly left the room, and when Harry looked more carefully at Draco’s slender back did he notice his shiny blonde hair that flowed naturally along his neck. As if to show how thin and fragile it was.

Harry didn’t really know what to do anymore. It felt awkward to stay in the house especially when the only thing he brought was fire whiskey. He then decided to just bring his travel kit to the house since he was already given a guest room and all. Before he called for Draco, Harry stopped himself. Draco had already told him that he could use the fire place freely, and it’s not like he would care all that much if he was gone for a bit. Harry decided to just go with it, he saw the bowl of powder just above on the shelf and took it as he entered the fire place.

“Grimwald place!” Harry announced, he then felt the familiar warm rush to his face. The scenery then faded.

Draco didn’t know why he was so relieved when he heard the fire place being used. Maybe he was more intimidated by Potter than he thought. But then he remembered the menace in his house and quickly took his wand from the potions room.

“Blaise Zambini you TWAT!” he screamed, storming down into the living room he knew he was in.

“Draco darling, so glad you can join me.” he smiled, tea cup in hand. His wand also out stretched, pointing to Draco.

“Don’t act all coy with me.” I glared, everything he did set me off. “Why do you have to be like that in front of Potter. Whispering in my ear as if were school girls. I really outta hex you.”

“I could say the same.” Blaise responded camly, his smile never fading, his wand not trembling like Draco’s. “It was all jest, no need for you to scream like a toddler.” Before Draco could say anything Blaise continued. “The only reason you’re acting like this is simple, you need to bang it out.”

Draco stared at utter horror to what Blaise suggested. “Bang!? Bang?! My witches Blaise, what is wrong with you!”

Blaise continued to smirk, he gently put the cup down and stood up, his wand still toward Draco. “That’s right, you’re pent up. Especially now that Harry Potter is going to be here. Let it out before it happens.” The last sentence he whispered in Draco’s ears, both wand now in Blaise’s hands.

Draco was now a deep red, he was at a loss for words at his friends profanities that also held truth. He watched as Blaise set both their wands down, now holding his hand out. “I’ll be the wingman today, not that you need it.”

Draco sighed into his own hands and then took his friend’s hands. Blaise was right, just as much as Draco denied it these past few weeks, everything seemed to be pushing Draco off the edge. So just for tonight, Draco will let himself be thrown off. And whatever may come tomorrow will be dealt then.