Draco loved Harry's stories about the Weasleys except for two things. One was that Ron and Harry played Doctor and explored each other's bodies, despite the fact that Harry and Draco see each other naked every day during bath time; and the second was that Harry told Ron that they're husbands. "You can't do that! It's only supposed to be between me and Blaise!" Draco pouted.
"But I like him too," Harry said. "Besides he looked really sad!"
"So? You don't tell him that you're husbands! It doesn't work like that!" Draco said.
"And how does it work then?"
"I don't know but its only supposed to be between me and Blaise!" Draco yelled again.
Both boys didn't budge from their spots on the argument, but soon life began to gel into normalcy again. Harry kept his promise and wrote to Ron almost weekly. On the third week he got Draco to write Ron a letter.
They began to take even more lessons, much to Harry's annoyance. He just wanted to play with Draco! The only good thing was that these lessons were with Blaise, and they were at his house so every day Draco and Harry would travel to his house to learn and play and Mrs. Malfoy would come around dinner time to take Harry home. The first time Blaise saw Harry he pulled the small boy into a bone-crushing hug and refused to let go of him like a kid holding his favorite toy. Harry didn't mind as he missed his best friend very much. Blaise was so adamant of not letting Harry go that during their first lesson he made the boy share the seat with Blaise, causing Harry to half sit on his lap and the chair at the same time. Draco was jealous of that, so Harry sat on his chair and lap the next day before sitting by himself on the third.
Before Harry knew it, summer was falling into winter and Mrs. Malfoy had the house-elves pulling out the Christmas decorations. Ron's latest letter came and Harry couldn't help but grin to himself as he ran to Mrs. Malfoy with an idea in his head. "Mummy! Mummy!" he said excitedly.
"What is it Harry?" Mrs. Malfoy asked.
Harry brandished the letter and said, "Bill and Charlie are home for Christmas! I need to buy them a Christmas present! And Ron! And Mr. and Mrs. Weasley! And Fred; and George; and Ginny! ...maybe Percy but definitely Ron!"
Mrs. Malfoy chuckled and smiled at Harry. "That's a lot of presents Harry, do you even know what you want to buy for them?"
"Yes!" Harry said nodding. Mrs. Malfoy shook her head and sighed. "Well, I needed to go buy a nice dress for Delilah anyway... we'll go in a bit, okay? Go get your traveling cloak."
Harry smiled and ran off to get his traveling cloak from his room. "Where are you running?" Draco asked as Harry passed his room.
Harry stopped and turned to Draco, "I'm going shopping with Mummy!" He said before running into his room. He came out a few minutes later wearing a heavy dark-green traveling cloak over his clothes. He met with Mrs. Malfoy who was waiting in the foyer. "I'm ready," he said.
"Good, now we'll be needing to visit Gringotts first," Mrs. Malfoy said. "Let's see... you're still too young to Apparate, so we're forced to use the Floo Powder again. Come along, Harry." Mrs. Malfoy walked away from the foyer and into a small waiting room where a large bowl of floo powder waited. "Stand in the fireplace, Harry," she said.
Harry stepped over the grate and stood waiting. Mrs. Malfoy took a handful of floo powder and stepped into the fireplace with Harry. With her free hand, she took Harry's shoulder and griped it tightly. Mrs. Malfoy threw the floo powder into the fireplace and said very clearly, "Gringotts!"
Green flames consumed them and Harry held onto his mother tightly as they traveled through the Floo Network, ending up in the Wizarding Bank. Mrs. Malfoy stepped out of the fireplace and helped Harry out, dusting off any soot before taking his hand. "This way, Harry," she said and led him deep into the bank. They stopped at a pudgy looking goblin and Mrs. Malfoy pulled out several keys. "Narcissa Malfoy here to withdraw some money," she said.
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Harry Malfoy's Trials | Book One
FanficDISCLAMER: THIS STORY IS NOT MINE IT BELONGS TO MADRIDDLER ON AO3 At 4 years old Harry Potter runs away from the Dursleys to find himself at Malfoy Manor. Adopted by the Malfoys, Harry now grows up as Draco's brother surrounded by pureblood society...