The CEO Next Door

Part 1

Achive Author : CoffeeCurse

"Would you stop staring at your broken nail for one second, Draco, and help your exhausted financé move your things." Harry stood up on the porch of their new house, his arms crossed before his chest.

Draco sighed and looked at the many removal boxes still standing on their front lawn. They looked very heavy.

"The removal men could have put them in their respective rooms. I don't understand why you want to carry everything yourself," Draco said.

"Come on. I've already done all the furniture. There are only your novels and your insane amount of clothes left. I'll take the books." Harry walked down the three stairs and lifted one of the smaller boxes with a grunt. "The clothes aren't heavy. And you know, your father hates me. His hired labour would have set up traps in our bathroom or something."

Draco huffed but grabbed a larger box, promptly unable to see with all that cardboard in the way. Moving wasn't his favourite activity, at least not when he had to do so much work himself. But getting out of that scruffy apartment in Greenwich, and moving into an actual house, was worth it.

It felt homey, and Draco wanted that with Harry.

Richmond was very green and he liked this old Manor house which his family had owned for a century, but not lived in for decades. He had paid a team to do repairs and cleaning. Harry was wonderfully adaptable in such matters, so Draco had made all the decisions in regards to new furniture and interior design.

Draco tried to blindly walk up the stairs, but of course, he slipped - he wasn't made for this peasant work - when a hand caught him around the waist and helped him regain his footing.

"I could have told you, you would fall, from a mile away, Draco," a familiar voice said and Draco turned his head to meet the amused eyes of Tom Riddle, which nearly made him drop the box all over again.