Draco knew that Harry‘s family was vampires, knew that they were all beautiful, so the first thing that Draco Malfoy did when he walked into Harry‘s home was take one look at each of them and go straight to Bella to hand the girl his coat and bag.
―Put those wherever Potter is sleeping,‖ he commanded not even giving her a second glance.
Harry had to quickly cover his mouth to keep from laughing aloud, but he did move forward to grab Draco‘s things from the embarrassed girl, not for her sake, but for the sake of Draco‘s belongings.
―Draco, we don‘t have servants here,‖ Harry informed him causing Draco to look at him incredulously.
―No servants!‖ the spoiled blond exclaimed. ―How do you expect me to survive in a Muggle household, Potter?‖
Harry snorted and rolled his eyes. ―Stop being such a drama princess. You know I‘ll take care of you.‖
Draco eyed Harry for a moment before nodding his head. ―Of course you will. Who else is going to give you the best blow–‖
―Draco!‖ Harry shouted before the blond could finish that statement, but he knew his family members had caught the gist of it anyhow. ―These are my parents, Car- lisle and Esme.‖
Despite his vulgar language Draco was the perfect pureblood gentlemen when it came to greeting Harry‘s parents, even going as far as to kiss Esme‘s hand. ―You have a very agreeable home – considering it‘s Muggle,‖ Draco complimented a lit- tle, but Harry knew that it was huge coming from him, and mouthed so softly to Esme.
Esme smiled warmly at Draco, eyes twinkling in amusement.
―This is my brother Emmett, and his mate Rosalie,‖ Harry then introduced going down the line. Draco eyed Emmett for a long moment, and Harry knew that look. He cleared his throat to gain the Draco‘s attention. ―He‘s straight, Draco.‖
―I can still look,‖ Draco replied still staring at Emmett, who was actually smirking at the smaller man. Draco smirked back and licked his lips. ―So how big is your–‖ ―And this is Rosalie,‖ Harry interrupted quickly, grabbing Draco‘s arm and yank- ing him to stand before the other narcissistic blonde staying in the house.
―Emmett‘s mate,‖ he stressed, glaring at Emmett for encouraging Draco.
Draco and Rosalie eyed each other for a long moment. Harry felt like he was in the middle of some sort of Western standoff. Then finally a slow smirk spread across each blond‘s face and Rosalie offered her hand. Draco took her hand delicately and kissed it like he had Esme‘s.
―I can see why your mate is straight then,‖ Draco offered Rosalie, which was as close to Draco saying he thought she was attractive as Rosalie was going to get. ―Someone of your class must surely be a descendant of the Malfoy line.‖
Harry snorted softly. Draco was the only person in the world Harry knew who could compliment himself while complimenting someone else.
―Perhaps so Mr. Malfoy,‖ Rosalie answered pleasantly, which was shocking consi- dering she‘d never taken to anyone so quickly before – except for maybe Harry, but he had been a seven year old child when they‘d met.
―Please call me Draco, and I shall have my father look into it. Malfoys always take care of their own,‖ Draco answered. Harry had to admit he and Rosalie did share many similar features, and with their attitudes, he wouldn‘t be surprised if they were related. After all, he and Carlisle were related – as distantly as that was. Next Harry introduced Alice and Jasper, and while Draco was intrigued with Jas- per‘s knowledge, it was Alice‘s fashion that captured Draco‘s attention. ―I must have those pants!‖ Draco exclaimed as he looked at Alice and then walked over to cling to Harry‘s arm. ―Harry, you must get them for me.‖
―Uhh,‖ Harry paused uncertainly. ―I‘ll buy you that car you wanted,‖ Harry offered Alice knowing that those happened to be her favorite jeans – therefore it would take a rather large bribe to get her to give them up.
Even with the offer of the car, Alice had to think about it, but surprisingly, or per- haps not so surprisingly, Alice seemed to have taken an instant liking to Draco as well. ―Alright,‖ she finally answered brightly smiling at Draco, who beamed back. ―I want to wear them now, Harry,‖ Draco said, tugging on his arm insistently like a small child.
Harry rolled his eyes with a long-suffering sigh, and looked apologetically at Alice. Then with a flick of his hand Alice gasped in surprise as she felt her pants disap- pear off of her only to be replaced in an instant by one of her other pairs. Luckily, she and Draco were the same size, therefore her, or rather the blond‘s new pants, fit perfectly on him, and admittedly they looked great on him.
―Harry, how do they look?‖ Draco asked, but instead of facing Harry like someone normally would the blond turned and presented Harry with his backside.
Harry studied Draco for a moment with a smirk before walking forward and grab- bing him by his hips and sliding his arms around the smaller boy‘s waist, as he pulled Draco back against him. Harry then whispered something into the blond‘s ear, in a language that they didn‘t understand, but that Carlisle thought might have been Latin.
Draco obviously understood whatever it was because a smile bloomed across his face so bright that it could have lit up a room. It was such a sudden change from the biting sarcasm that it left them momentarily stunned, but just as quickly as it was there it was gone again when Harry pulled away from him. Carlisle wondered again what exactly their relationship was. It was obvious there were feelings there, but how deep they went Carlisle didn‘t know.
―This is Edward and Isabella,‖ Harry then introduced, smirking as the Muggle girl‘s lips pursed in annoyance.
Draco eyed Edward, sizing him up – making Harry feel uncomfortable. He felt like he was introducing his boyfriend to his brother – although he wasn‘t quite sure who played which role. ―Harry talked a lot about you,‖ the blond suddenly stated, causing Harry‘s eyes to widen and a small blush to blossom on his face.
―Did he?‖ Edward questioned glancing at Harry before looking back at Draco. ―He never said anything about you.‖
Harry‘s eyes widened a bit more – if he hadn‘t known any better he would have said that Edward sounded a bit jealous.
Draco‘s smirk widened. ―Well of course not,‖ he stated arrogantly, ―Harry doesn‘t fuck and tell.‖
Draco simply looked from the attractive vampire, Harry had talked about con- stantly, and who was now staring at him in stunned silence, to the girl beside him. She wasn‘t up to his standards enough that he would have acknowledged her un- der normal circumstances, but Harry had warned him to be nice to his family, so with a forced smile Draco took her hand – then screamed.
The Cullens covered their ears at the loud exclamation from the blond, and watch- ed in alarm as he jerked away from Bella as if he‘d just been burned. Draco ran over to Harry and latched onto him once again, wiping his hand off on Harry‘s shirt as if he‘d grabbed something slimy.
―She‘s a Muggle!‖ Draco shouted in offence, turning to Harry in complete horror. ―You let me touch a Muggle!‖ Harry was having a hard time keeping his laughter under control. He‘d meant to warn Draco, but his reaction had been too funny. ―I can‘t stay here with a Muggle, Potter! First there‘s one, then there‘s two, and then they‘re everywhere! They‘re like leeches! They suck the magic out of everything! They‘re – they‘re magic rapists! I‘m getting a hotel room, and you‘re coming with me!‖
―Draco, calm down… take a deep breath. I promise I won‘t let her rape you. She‘s Edward‘s girlfriend anyway,‖ Harry said barely containing himself, but Draco‘s reaction to the news that the rather plain girl was actually a beautiful vampire‘s girlfriend seemed to be too much for the blond and he collapsed against Harry with a moan as if he were dying.
―Oh the blasphemy – Potter, tell me it isn‘t so!‖ Draco moaned dramatically. ―She‘s their servant right – or it‘s – it‘s a prank right? She‘s wearing a glamour right?‖ Draco pleaded pushing himself up just enough to look up at Harry‘s face. ―You‘re doing this to torture me!‖
―I‘m afraid not, Draco,‖ Harry answered gravely, trying to keep a serious face. ―She really is a Muggle and she really is with Edward.‖
―Ohh, what is the world coming to!‖ Draco cried collapsing back against Harry like the drama queen he was born to be. ―Wizards and Muggles, Vampires and Hu- mans – next thing you know there will be Veela and Trolls! Oh Harry, whatever will we beautiful people do!‖
―Sorry,‖ Harry said to his slightly amused, greatly traumatized family, again
though the only ones not amused were Bella and Edward – who was glaring rather impressively at Draco‘s collapsed form against Harry‘s chest. ―He suffers from Ca- cophobia and Mugglephobia,‖ Harry explained to them, not caring if he offended Bella or anyone else, but the only person who seemed to have an idea of what any of it meant was Carlisle.
―Is there something I can get for him?‖ Esme asked in motherly concern as Harry hefted Draco‘s, limp and rather heavy form, over to the couch to sit him down. Draco lay back on the couch and threw one of his arms over his eyes. ―Rose! Rose darling, come and sit with me,‖ he called reaching out to her, and to Harry‘s sur-
prise Rosalie gracefully walked over and perched herself beside Draco elegantly, even taking his hand in her own and delicately stroking it.
―The shock will pass soon,‖ she soothed reaching for the glass of water Esme had brought from the kitchen. Harry to snort in amusement at the two falling for Dra- co‘s dramatics so easily. Harry remembered Emmett telling him that Rosalie had a similar breakdown after seeing how plain Bella was though.
―That‘s a – uhh, very interesting friend you have there, Harry,‖ Carlisle whispered coming to stand beside his son. He was torn between feeling bad for Bella‘s em- barrassment and amused at the show Harry‘s friend put on – although how much of it was an act exactly Carlisle didn‘t know.
Harry watched his mother and sister coo over Draco for a moment longer before turning to address his father. ―Yes, Draco is certainly one of a kind,‖ he answered with a fond smile at his best friend preening under all of the attention.
―Is he a friend?‖ Carlisle asked studying Harry closely. When he thought he‘d had it all figured out, things just seemed to become even more complicated.
―He isn‘t my mate,‖ Harry answered again, knowing what Carlisle wanted to know. ―He was in my house at Hogwarts. We became partners in Potions class fourth year – Severus is his godfather and thought that I needed a friend so he paired us up. We didn‘t become friends until well into fifth year though. I thought he was far too arrogant.‖ Harry chuckled thinking back on the tiny blond trying to order him around.
―He sort of attaches him and grows on you after a while though, like a fungus real- ly….‖ Harry trailed off fondly. ―Anyway, we became best friends and uh, well – as you can see he isn‘t exactly a troll either, so being two teenage boys – two gay tee- nage boys we started experimenting with each other.‖ Harry ended with a shrug, but Carlisle wanted more. He knew that there had to be more behind it.
―So you were boyfriends – are still boyfriends?‖ Carlisle asked cautiously, not knowing how to approach this topic with Harry. He wasn‘t sure how touchy Harry would be about the subject.
Harry winced though, confusing Carlisle even more. ―I wouldn‘t use that term,‖ he said face scrunched distastefully. ―It‘s rather awkward for both of us to call our- selves that. I mean, we‘re best friends – boyfriends – it‘s just… weird,‖ Harry tried to explain.
―So you two have never gone on a date?‖ Carlisle asked.
Harry actually laughed at that, drawing the other‘s attention; they could hear the conversation anyway – well except for Bella and Draco, but Carlisle was pretty sure the blond knew they were talking about him.
―Merlin no,‖ Harry answered still chuckling. ―Unless you count going out to cruise other guys as a date.‖
―But you sleep together, and you – love each other… right?‖ Carlisle questioned trying to understand.
―Yeah – to both of those,‖ Harry said, blushing a little. ―We both knew that it would never really work between us… but I think – if we hadn‘t had mates we probably would have given it a shot,‖ he admitted, eyes dimming a bit in sadness. ―Has he found his mate?‖ Carlisle asked glancing at Draco who kept glancing at Harry now with barely veiled concern.
―No, but Draco isn‘t as powerful as I am, the dreams weren‘t as clear for him. He‘s still able to be with someone else. He can be perfectly happy without his mate,‖ Harry answered staring at the blond, but not really seeing him anymore, as he didn‘t notice Draco looking back at him with a small frown.
―And you can‘t–‖ Carlisle began to ask, but Draco cut him off trying to distract Harry from his depressing thoughts.
―Potter, come play me a song!‖ Draco demanded in a superior voice.
Harry merely smiled indulgently at him before summoning his guitar. ―What do you want me to play?‖ he asked sitting at Draco‘s feet.
―Write me something,‖ Draco stated with an imperious wave of his hand, causing Harry to laugh out loud at his vanity, but Carlisle thought he understood Draco better now, as he saw the young man‘s eyes soften and light up in pleasure at hearing Harry‘s laughter.
―There was something I wrote a while back… wanna hear?‖ Harry asked, and im- mediately Draco nodded.
Harry sat on the edge of the sofa and began to play. By the first few cords, all play- fulness was gone and Draco sat up and moved behind Harry, legs on either side of his hips and arms wrapped around his waist. Harry sung and Draco held him, kissing the side of his neck softly a few times as the touching words left his mouth. It was a really sweet scene, if not for the fact they knew the two boys we- ren‘t meant to be together, which Carlisle thought the song dealt with – sort of Harry‘s way of expressing what their relationship was. It was bittersweet.
The affection between them was obvious though, and something else that was ob- vious was the protectiveness with which Draco held Harry to him.
I feel so alone again I know that I need you
To help me make it through the night And I pray that you‟ll believe in me
You gave me my strength
To face another day alone– I can't let go And I need you now my friend
When will we meet again Cause I can't let go of you This world brings me down again
I know that I need you
To help me make it through the night And I know that you're the one for me
You gave me my strength to face another day alone I need you now my friend More than you know yeah
When will we meet again Cause I can't let go As time passes by I find Things never seem to change
When I feel alone You bring me back to you And I need you now my friend
More than you know yeah When will we meet again Cause I can‟t let go… of you
No I can't let go