Resorted

Chapter Eleven

Harry's POV:
I have been at the Dursleys for a week now and not once have I been asked to do chores. I'm still cooking, but that's because I partly want to; aunt Petunia's food can kill a man, so for the sake of Draco and I, I'm still cooking.

Speaking of Draco, he has been amazing. Dudley and his gang won't go near me when I'm out with Draco, neither will uncle Vernon. Anytime Dudley threatens to hurt me, Draco mumbled some random mumbo jumbo and he backs off. So far, we have been to the cinema again, walked every night in a blissful silence around the block ending at a park showing the stars. The holidays was going swimmingly, most definitely one of the best I've ever had.

Unbelievably, aunt Petunia stook to her word too; I only helped out willingly, and I got to eat every night. Draco actually manages to have pleasant conversation with her, but Dudley and uncle Vernon are out of the question when it comes to anything pleasant.
Petunia and Draco spoke about literature mostly, surprisingly she was cultured. However, whenever I tried to talk, she would go back to her rude self.

"Morning love," Draco said kissing my forehead. His arms were wrapped around me and I had my face buried in his chest from the night before. "Morning Ferret." I said giving him a peck. We woke up like that every morning, it couldn't be more perfect- well maybe it could if I wasn't at the Dursley's.

"What are we doing today?" He asked me.
"Well I was thinking we go to a fair. It's in town for the week leading up to Christmas and I've never gone. It'll be a new experience for the both of us." I finished getting changed for the day ahead with Draco. I woke at six am like I had to every break from Hogwarts- maybe it's just drilled into my system now.

In ten minutes time, we made our way downstairs and I started to cook. Vernon and Petunia were up, if Dudley was, then he was out with his gang. "Morning boy, Mr Black." Vernon said going back to his paper- Draco has definitely scared him.
"Morning, sir." Draco said before he sat down opening his copy of the Daily Prophet. Vernon scowled at the blatant violation of his previous "no magic' rule. "Oh no." Draco gasped before turning to Harry, "V-vol-Voldemort's took a Muggle family. It says here they were kidnapped by the use of magic and anyone with a brain knows what that means." Draco sighed turning the page over.

"Thank you." Petunia said to me when I handed her a fully cooked breakfast. Instantly, she regretted it after the stare Vernon gave her. Then, I sat beside Draco looking over his shoulder at the pages. "Hah! I knew we would beat them!" Draco exclaimed seeing his favourite Quidditch team beat mine, "by two hundred points aswell!" He had to rub it in.

"Well Villa beat City in a game that actually mattered." I stated. Draco had grown to like many Muggle sports, his favourite sport just before Quidditch was football. Recently, he started to actually support a team. "Today, your aunt and I will be going out for dinner. I assume you and, him, aren't going to be in?" Vernon spat. I could feel Draco raging at the lack of respect his uncle had given Draco and himself. "Yes, sir. We will be out most the night." I replied calming down Draco by rubbing his hand.

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"Draco! We were meant to be out already! We are going to a fair, not a bloody fancy dinner! And I said casual, so you better not be wearing a suite!" I shouted up to him from the stairs. How long does it take for a man to dress in jeans and a shirt?
"Alright I'm coming!" He yelled down then I heard tapping of feet on the stairs. Although he is dressed casually, he still looks gorgeous, I have no idea how someone can look that good in  everyday clothing- Draco amazes me every day. "How are we getting there? Broom perhaps?" He asked brushing himself down.
"We are going by a taxi." I replied causing a confused look to spread across his face.

The moment we stepped in, Draco didn't know how to put a seatbelt on, meaning I had to talk him through it step-by-step. Even a three year-old would understand it better than him.

After I paid the driver, we walked through the fairs gate and was greeted by a light show. Creepily, clowns faces decorated the stands where you win prizes. Every ride was full along with the queues, and stands for food were dotted around the perimeter. It took him a while but eventually I got Draco on a ride. I think he's fallen in love with the fair- he went on every ride at least once, and he is amazing at fair ground games. He brought the fair out of prizes. The food on the other hand, I had to tell him it wasn't going to kill him. I understand that he's not eaten that type of food but come on, it is not poisonous.

Later that night, an act appeared on a wooden stage. It was of a man blowing in a flute causing snakes to rise. The slender serpent slithered up bouncing to the change in tune.

Suddenly, Harry felt smooth, powerful and flexible. He was gliding between shining metal bars, across dark, cold stone... he was flat against the floor, sliding along on his belly... it was dark, yet he could see objects around him shimmering in strange, vibrant colours... he was turning his head... at first glance the corridor was empty... but no... a man was sitting on the floor ahead, his chin drooping on to his chest, his outline gleaming in the dark...

Harry put out his tounge... he tasted the mans scent in the air... he was alive but drowsy... sitting in front of a door at the end of the corridor...

Harry longed to bite the man... but ye must master the impulse... he had more important work to do...

But the man was stirring... a sliver Cloak fell from his legs as he jumped to his feet; and Harry saw his vibrant, blurred outline towering above him, saw a wand withdraw from a belt... he had no choice... he reared high from the floor and struck once, twice, three times, plunging his fangs deeply into the man's flesh, feeling his ribs splinter beneath his jaws, feeling the warm gush of blood...

The man was yelling in pain... then he fell silent... he slumped backwards against the wall... blood was splattering on the floor...

His forehead hurt terribly... it was aching fit to burst...
"Harry! HARRY!"
I opened his eyes. Every inch of his body was covered in icy sweat; my clothes drenched in the liquid spilt from his out-of-trance body.
"Mr. Weasley, he... he's..." All I remember is falling limp and pitch black, then someone supporting my weight.