You Have Everything

Chap 5

Harry collected his vacation suitcase that was finally packed and slumped down onto the couch. He laughed at himself because after all these years as a wizard he had forgotten to pack with magic and only remembered halfway through. He wondered if he should go back, if he should eat dinner then go or if Draco was expecting him to dine together.

Harry laughed at himself again. It was obvious that Draco had never cooked, it was impossible that he would cook for himself. Harry decided to owl Ron to see if he was free, maybe Hermione could have dinner with them too. But then he remembered that Ron was also doing Auror business and Hermione was just constantly busy, so if they were free, he should just let them be.

Harry sighed as he walked over to the kitchen to make something simple before going over to Draco’s. The house was always quiet with only the clocks tick and the occasional creak in the walls. It was slowly driving Harry insane. It was different when Ginny, Kreacher, or any other living would visit the house and lighten it up. Other than that the house would die, and Harry occasionally thought of selling the house, but it would get him extremely depressed, it was the only thing of Sirius left behind. The only thing that he truly felt was his that was given to him not by Voldemort.

Harry finished up his food, did the dishes and now stood in front of the fireplace. It won't take to long, he reassured himself before stepping in.

Harry came back to a dark and quite house. He went downstairs to see if Draco was there but it was just a clutter of boxes. Harry went back upstairs, started unpacking his travel kits when he heard a loud thump downstairs. Before he could react and go down to check the noise, he could hear groans as well as the wrestling of clothes.

Harry could feel his face go red yet again, Draco bloody Malfoy was doing 'it' downstairs. Harry wanted to cover his ears and hide, it was much worse than the time when he accidentally walked in on Hermione and Ron snogging. This was Draco Malfoy Black, his arch rival in high school, the one that he was tortured by and he was doing 'it' downstairs. Harry thought about leaving through the fireplace, but the thought of being found out by Draco was worse.

While in thought, he noticed the moans from downstairs were getting louder. Harry looked down to notice his own stiffness. Harry just wanted to die at that moment. The thought that he was getting off on the idea of Draco and some other girl was ridiculous. He finally got his wand and swished it around, casting a silencing spell downstairs.

Then, from the corner of his eyes he saw it, his invisibility cloak. It was as if he was on flames. The fact that he even thought of peeping, was he so horny that he wanted to see Draco Malfoy, no Draco Black do it with a random girl. Was this who he was now? The embarrassment and the shame tortured him.

"I'll just listen." He told himself. "It's better than peeping, once I calm down I'll think straight and no one would know."

(Hardest chap to write(in more ways than one(harbor just kidding (I thought I was going to die trying to write this))))