Scarhead (A Drarry Fic)

chapter nine-Magic

Light began to shine through the tall multi-colour windows on the side of the room. the candle in the air went out and they were left with natural light. making the room a vibrant rainbow of different colours.

The door opened from the far end of the room, and both of them jumped. Rindr and Geb took a few steps before stopping awkwardly as Draco got off of the top of Harry. "Um, good morning," Rindr said. He clasped his hands together and stood up straight, "breakfast is ready if you would follow us to the kitchen."

He held the door open and they followed Geb through the dark hallway, taking two right turns and then left before going through another door into a ritzy room with a long table that filled the entire length of the room. Chairs were located all along the edges, only four of the chairs had plates and silverware in front of them. They took a seat next to each other on the other side of where Rindr and Geb sat.

Draco gripped Harry's thigh from under the table and waited. "So, do you two cook, or do you have house elves?" Harry asked placing his hand over Draco's.

"We have house elves, although we do not use them that often, it is just the two of us, and Geb here doesn't eat a lot." Rindr deposited his hand into his robe pocket and pulled out his wand. Waving it above the table. Four bowls of warm cereal appeared in front of them, along with several smaller bowls of brown sugar.

"Why have such a big house if it's just the two of you?" Harry asked dipping his spoon in the bowl, blowing on it before placing the hot substance into his mouth. he used his left hand since his right was gripping Draco's hand on his thigh, it made it quite difficult to target where his mouth was.

"We mainly rent it out to other people, but recently, it's been kind of hard. People are fleeing the country because of our new minister. He's kind of a douche. By that I mean he wants to control people and their use of magic, you know, making it so that they can monitor the use of magic after the age of eighteen. Personally, I hate the idea and would totally leave, but I've got it good here. Plus I don't think he's gotten very far with the new law. It might not even get past." Rindr said. He took several bites before speaking again, "they are mostly going to Canada, which Geb told me would be a fabulous idea, but I am not sure I agree with him, we don't always agree-"

"Alright, we get it," Draco said, he just wanted him to stop talking. Something about the way he spoke was mighty annoying. After he got started, he just wouldn't stop talking. "Your ministry sucks. Great."

"Don't be rude," Harry whispered in his ear. Draco huffed into his bowl. "That is pretty bad. But you guys aren't leaving, that's good. So um, what do have planned next? Like, with us? We haven't really discussed yet what we were going to do. I want to go back to the UK and sort things out."

"But you don't agree, yeah I noticed that last night. Too bad. You know you could go and he could stay here. You sort things out while he is safe here." Rindr said. Draco sat up and shook his head at Harry. he couldn't think of anything worse than being left alone with these people whilst Harry was off risking his life for him.

"You know, that's not a terrible Idea, we-"

"Harry! What are you saying? You can't leave me." Draco leaned into his ear, "not with these people." he whispered.

"Well, what's your great idea? I need to see my friends again, and I can't do that if we don't go back. Plus, it's getting really tiring being on the run all the time. I am tired of laying low and doing nothing but hide. I've got to do something. Please, Draco. Don't you want to stop running and be free?"

"I would love that, but-"

"But what? This is the answer. You can come or you can stay, but I am going back, clearing your case and meeting up with Ron and Hermione. Maybe after this is all over, we can get married, and have actually what we've been talking about for the last couple of months."

Draco wanted to resist, but he wasn't going to get anywhere with Harry. "Fine. we'll go. " Draco pouted. Harry sat up and placed a kiss on his cheek.

"Thanks. Just have a little faith. We'll have this all sorted out in no time. They'll listen to anything that I say. I am Harry Potter."

"You think so? After you've been gone for like a whole year."

"I was the one who saved their arses from total destruction, they've got to."

They finished their breakfast whilst listening to Rindr talk about the house's history, which neither of them really listened to, and followed them back to the first room which they had stayed the night in. Rindr and Geb left them alone and Harry took a seat on Draco's lap, putting his arms around his neck and his head into his shoulder.

Draco rubbed his back and listened to his even breathing. He didn't want to leave and throw himself into more danger, he wanted to be safe with Harry, where he knew nothing could take him away. He didn't want to die like his father did, In a cell in Azkaban. "I won't let them take you," Harry said as if reading his mind. "I'll do everything I can or die trying before letting them take you."

"Please don't die trying. I'd rather them take me to Azkaban then have you die. Trust me when I say that that would be much worse."

They sat together in silence for a long time. Neither of them wanting to leave the warmth of the others embrace. They were not ready to face the challenges that lay ahead of them.