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“Damn it, Malfoy! Did you steal the chocolate I had on the table?”
Harry rolled his eyes and sighed as he opened another cupboard in the kitchen to check for some more chocolate. It wouldn’t have surprised him if the chocolate Draco ate was actually the last one in existence.
The person in question appeared at the door frame, not even looking slightly guilty, simply smirked at him. He was already dress to impress: white button up shirt and dark blue, almost black trousers. His hair was pulled back, though not as strictly as in his youth and the first two buttons of his shirt were open. He looked still incredibly good, but not as imposing and strict.
“Good morning to you as well, Potter.”
Harry simply rolled his eyes, checked the clock on the wall and continued rummaging through the cupboard. It was almost eleven and the cookies should have been done, so they could be thrown into the oven any second now. Otherwise, he had to leave his guests alone in the middle to take them out. And he didn’t really trust that Hermione, Ginny and especially Ron could keep themselves from tearing Draco into pieces if they were left alone. He was after all telling them that they were in a relationship – for almost two and a half years now.
Suddenly, he felt two strong arms around his waist and shivered. He turned to look at Draco who smirked at him. “Yes, love, I ate the chocolate.”
“That was for the cookies, Dray.” Harry sighed, but let himself get drawn into a kiss. Draco grinned and grabbed the coffee, while he sat down at the table, already pulling the bowl with cookie dough closer.
Harry shook his head and accio’d it into his hands. “No cookies for you, if you keep stealing my ingredients. I can’t find more chocolate, so I need to take one from your cupboard.”
He placed the bowl on the kitchen counter, crossed the kitchen and stood in front of Draco’s personal stock, when the Slytherin laughed and shook his head. “Harry, why do you think I ate the chocolate on the table? I don’t have any left.”
Harry sighed, opened the cupboard nonetheless – he had learnt to not always trust his personal Slytherin - but he was right. The entire cupboard was empty.
“You shouldn’t have let the chocolate on the table while taking a shower. Everyone knows not to keep sweets lying around” Draco smirked and shrugged his shoulders.
“People with children don’t do that. I thought you were adult enough to know when something’s allowed to get eaten. And I do remember telling you that the chocolate on the counter was for the cookies!”
The Slytherin emptied the cup of coffee and walked over to the sink. “Well, you shouldn’t have told me that there was chocolate in the kitchen! You know I can’t resist it!”
Harry chuckled and closed the cupboard again. He couldn’t be mad at Draco. Yes, he probably shouldn’t have told him, that there was chocolate in the kitchen, but he wanted to tease him. And he also wanted to know what he would do when he knew there was something delicious laying around. When he turned around, he saw Draco stealing even more cookie dough.
“Haven’t you learnt not to eat raw cookie dough, love?”
Draco smirked when he looked up, grabbed another handful of dough and popped it into his mouth, while Harry shook his head. He was just waiting for Harry to do something against him. The answer then actually came from someone else at the entrance of the kitchen.
“Draco has always eaten cookie dough, Potter. Shouldn’t you know that by now?”
Harry turned to face Pansy and shrugged his shoulders. He was just about to say something to Draco, when he turned to the witch again. She was looking rather good in her crop top and short red mini skirt. She was also rocking those black knee-high boots and her messy ponytail with silvery gemstones made her look complete. Next to some black necklaces and bracelets, of course.
Pansy seemed to notice his attention and smirked at him. “Shouldn’t you be looking at your fiancé like that?”
“Unbelievable, Pansy! Are you actually here to flirt even more with Ginny? Don’t you have enough possibilities for that when you’re interviewing her for the Prophet? And aren’t you interviewing her almost every other week?” Harry couldn’t stop himself from grinning. Of course she was here. Draco must have told her that Hermione, Ron and Ginny were coming over and she had probably decided to be there as well.
Pansy laughed and shrugged her shoulders. “What do you want, Harry?! Eyes on the prize, you know? If I want Ginny to notice me, I need to be everywhere she is.”
“Her team’s playing in Russia in two weeks.”
“And I already got my tickets.”
Harry couldn’t help himself but laugh. Pansy was apparently ready for anything. He turned to face Draco again, who looked into the bowl of cookie dough and blushed suddenly. Nodding to himself, Harry realized his mistake. He hadn’t taken away the cookie dough completely and Draco had probably eaten it all. How he wasn’t about to throw up was beyond him.
As if Draco noticed Harry looking at him, he raised his head and smiled at him. Probably to try and convince him that whatever he had done, wasn’t that bad.
“How did I end up with two Slytherin’s in my house? And both of them are troublemakers?” he asked himself loudly. He had definitely nothing against it – usually. But right now with his friends on the horizon, he would have loved to have a normal household.
Draco grinned and put the now empty bowl next to the sink, while Pansy only laughed.
“There are actually three Slytherins here.” Blaise looked into the kitchen behind Pansy and smirked. “And we all know you’re a secret Slytherin. So in reality, there are four Slytherins here.”
Harry frowned. “And why exactly are you here? Everyone knows Draco lives here, so I know why he’s here. Pansy’s here for Ginny and you?”
Blaise walked into the kitchen and grabbed a cup of coffee, still grinning. “I’m just here for the action.”
“There is no action happening! I’m just telling my friends that I’m…”
“Marrying Draco Malfoy. Are you sure there’s no action happening?” Blaise smirked and Harry rolled his eyes.
It was really weird how he was already such good friends with Draco’s friends, but his own had no clue that he was even dating someone. Let alone Draco freaking Malfoy.
It wasn’t that he wanted to keep it secret, but the first time he had seen Draco since the eighth year at Hogwarts, he had been in a bar with Ron and some other Aurors in training and they had seen him. It had been about three or four years after Hogwarts. He had looked absolutely amazing and handsome. His blue suit was in perfect contrast to his almost white hair.
Most of the people Harry was with had laughed at the Slytherin and spoken bad things, but once they had left, he had decided to go and talk to him and things just kind of happened. In no time, both of them were boyfriends and four months after they had met, Harry got introduced to Draco’s friends and his mother.
The introduction had been extremely uncomfortable and awkward (both times), until Harry decided to mention that the Sorting Hat had almost put him into Slytherin. Things only went up from then on and six months after that they were living together.
Two weeks ago, Draco had popped the question and Harry had without even second guessing accepted Draco’s proposal. Now was the hard part: Finally introducing his fiancé to his friends.
And yes, Grimmauld Place had become something of a Slytherin hangout spot. Whenever someone had a problem, they were always welcomed here and even if Draco was gone, Harry was there to listen to everyone. Blaise and Pansy were here the most, next to Gregory and Theo.
Harry sighed and rolled his eyes, finally coming back to reality. “I wish there was no action happening. But if you all decide to stay, there is definitely something happening.”
“I’m always hoping for something!” Pansy grinned and wriggled her eyebrows.
Deciding to ignore her comment, Harry just continued to speak. “You do realize that Ron is an Auror, right? He could hex you rather quickly.”
Blaise laughed and shrugged his shoulders. “You are an Auror as well. I’m sure you’d protect your boyfriend’s best friends.”
“If you keep talking like that I might consider not intervening.”
Draco laughed and jumped out of Blaise’s reach, since he started to charge at him. Pansy on the other hand seemed to finally decide to make herself useful. She conjured some freshly baked cookies as well as a chocolate cake and some sandwiches.
“Now, can we all be happy? I don’t want there to be a commotion when Ginny walks in!”
Blaise burst out laughing. “Why? Does she hate commotion?” He winked at her and Pansy shot a stinging hex across the room.
Since the Slytherin, who was intended for that hex, was hiding behind Draco again, said Slytherin jumped out of the way and accidentally knocked over the table with all the conjured food on top. Blaise got hit with the stinging hex and yelped, but Pansy had already forgotten all about what he had said and stared at the mess on the floor.
Harry shook his head, a hand placed on his face and sighed. He accio’d all the wands in the room, not willing to let them fight over something like that, but they were all rather skilled in wandless magic. So, it wouldn’t have mattered anyway.
However, rather than throwing magic around, Pansy grabbed a handful of the chocolate cake and threw it at Draco’s white shirt. Harry crossed his arms, leaned at the kitchen counter and shook his head once more. Unbelievable! His friends were coming over in a little more than an hour and all the Slytherins in his house wanted to do was having a food fight?
Well, conjured food wasn’t really that good anyway, so he didn’t really care about it. He just thought it was funny, since before he had met them, he had always thought of Slytherins as well behaved wizards and witches. And now, ever since he had become friends with them, they just seemed to be adult children.
“What is going on here?”
Harry winced and turned to the entrance where Ron was standing and looking into the kitchen. Everyone was suddenly frozen in the middle of their action. And the picture he was faced with was definitely a weird one. Draco with a white shirt, full of brown chocolate cake (that looked like someone had sat on him and pooped on him), Pansy was wearing some of the sandwiches’ content on her clothes and skin and Blaise with cookies and cake pieces in his brown hair and dark face. Next to all of that was Harry with three wands that didn’t belong to him, simply watching what was happening right in front of him.
There was a moment of stunned silence, in which Hermione and Ginny appeared next to Ron and the Slytherins suddenly realized what was happening. All of them threw some cleaning charms around and Harry nudged his friends out of the kitchen and towards the living room.
“I thought you wouldn’t be here until half past twelve!”
He looked at all of them and saw them all in a different state. Ron was quite clearly in shock, Hermione smiled at him and Ginny kept looking towards the kitchen, quite obviously trying to see something. Harry had a feeling that maybe she liked Pansy just as much as she liked her.
“Harry, why is there a Slytherin… no, three Slytherins in your kitchen and why do you not seem surprised that they’re there?!” Ron asked and frowned at him.
Sighing, Harry sat down on the sofa and shrugged his shoulders. “Because that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“You wanted to talk to us about three Slytherins in your kitchen, throwing food around?” Ginny smirked and crossed her legs as she sat down on the opposite side of the small table in the middle.
“It’s Malfoy! Why is he here?!” Ron asked again, with a slightly poisonous voice.
Harry sighed again and rolled his eyes. “Because, Ron: He lives here.”
Everyone was quiet and Ron shook his head again. “Why would you allow him to live here? It’s Grimmauld Place! Your house! No Slytherin has even been inside here!”
“Actually, Snape was here already, don’t you remember?” Harry grinned and sighed then. "And I don't have to remind you that the Blacks are actually more Slytherin than Gryffindor."
“But it’s a Gryffindor home! Everywhere is Gryffindor decora…” Ron suddenly looked around and saw more Slytherin colors in the living room than the typical red-gold.
The couch they were sitting on, which Harry usually disguised into a couch stripped with the Gryffindor color, was now an almost dirty, green-black and the white carpet had a glint of light green inside. The walls were brown with a hint of moss-green. Not that Harry cared about all the green, since Draco had a very good eye and he kept things light with other colors, but it was noticeable that a Slytherin lived here.
“Oh no! They got to you!”
Harry snorted and shook his head. “Well, Ron. That happens if you let a Slytherin buy furniture and decorate. And no, he didn’t get to me. We’re dating.”
This must have floored him, as his best friend simply stared at him and back to the kitchen. Hermione on the other hand grinned knowingly.
“I thought you might have found someone!”
Harry chuckled. “And what gave it away? My constant excuses not to go on dates, the unhappy state I was in when someone forced me to meet new potential boyfriends or my straight out refusal to be set up with someone?”
His best friend smirked and shook her head. “Your happiness.”
“Happiness?!” Ron basically screamed and looked at his girlfriend as if she had been crazy.
Harry could see Blaise standing in the corner, smirking at him and he shook his head for a second. He had been right, apparently. Too much action in this house. No one else had seen the Slytherin in the corner, and Ron kept talking.
“He’s Malfoy! How can you think that Harry would be happy with that?!”
Before he could say anything and defend his fiancé, said man walked in with a tray of cookies. And they didn’t seem conjured, which made Harry suspicious and he huffed shortly. He was wearing another shirt, this time it was slightly pink and Harry knew that this happend when Teddy was helping Draco with the washing and the small child snuck his favorite red teddy bear inside, which colored everything from deep red to slightly pinkish. Teddy had felt really bad but Draco had been wearing those clothes more than the rest, since it had a good memory accompanying. Harry never knew if he should love him for it even more or if he should think that it was so damn cute! Right now, Harry knew that this shirt gave him something to smile over.
“That might be, because your Savior might actually like that” his fiancé said, sitting down next to Harry and putting an arm around him, while the cookies floated onto the table.
Harry caught Ginny looking at the door, where Pansy just emerged and they smiled at each other. He could actually see that both girls seemed to gravitate towards each other. Even if Pansy wasn’t trying so hard to be wherever Ginny would be, they would keep meeting. And he was sure that at the latest in one year maybe, these two would finally have to courage to be together.
Right now, he had other problems. Namely, Ron. Hermione already seemed to accept that it was Draco, who made him so happy. Ron on the other hand… he needed a little bit more convincing.
“Don’t you remember what he did to us all the time?!” he asked and frowned at Draco, who rolled his eyes.
Harry sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “I do. But life is about forgiving and moving on.”
“He called Hermione mudblood!”
Draco shrugged his shoulders. “Not really one of my finer moments.”
Ron turned to face Draco and glared at him. “You made the Ministry kill Buckbeak!”
“Once again” Draco smirked a little. If Harry hadn’t known him for all this time, he would have definitely thought it was arrogant. However, he was just trying to hide his laughter about this surreal situation they were in. “Not really something I’m proud of.”
Harry’s best friend apparently thought the Slytherin was laughing about that. “You killed Dumbledore!”
“No, I didn’t.”
Next to Draco, three other voices sounded suddenly. “No, he didn’t!” Harry, Pansy and Blaise had said that almost immediately and it sounded like a choir. Harry grinned slightly and turned back to Ron.
“Look Ron, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, but I was quite frankly scared how you would react to this. You were always mad at Draco and back when I first talked to him, an hour earlier you were making fun of him. So, I hope you can understand how I didn’t want to jinx anything by telling you guys.”
Ginny smiled and nodded. “I can understand.” She got up and turned towards the kitchen. “I’m getting some coffee.”
Harry tried his hardest to bite back his smirk, and he could feel how Draco was silently laughing. The Slytherin had his facial expression under control, though.
Hermione sat down next to Ron and looked at her boyfriend frowning. Harry could see how Pansy strolled to the kitchen as well and closed the door silently behind her. Not before throwing a death glare at Harry, which quite possibly meant not to disturb them.
“I just can’t believe it! You have been dating him for two years and never told any of us?!” Ron rubbed his temples and shook his head.
His girlfriend turned and frowned at them. “Why did you decide to tell us now?”
Harry bit his lower lip and sighed then. “Draco asked me to marry him.”
“He… WHAT?!” Ron stared at them with open eyes and shook his head again, as if to make something bad go away. Well… this one wasn’t going away. He was going to marry Draco no matter what. “Please tell me you said no!”
“If he said no, why would I still be here, Weasley?” Draco asked and rolled his eyes, while he leaned at Harry to quite obviously show everyone what Harry’s answer had been. “I’m not a bobby prize!” And then there was also the silver ring around Harry’s finger. He saw how Hermione and Ron stared at it for quite some time.
Both had different reactions: Hermione was clearly overjoyed and extremely happy, while Ron closed his eyes, probably in sheer panic and shook his head again. If he kept shaking his head, he would get a headache by tomorrow morning.
Ron got up and walked towards the fire place. “I think I’m going to be sick” he said and disappeared rather quickly.
Hermione sighed and shook her head. “Sorry, guys. I’m sure he’ll come around. I’m happy for you, though! Do you already have plans for when you want to marry?”
Draco grinned and shook his head. “To be honest, I thought I needed to convince him to marry me for at least a year and then he just said yes after the first time I asked…”
“He didn’t even have a ring.”
“I…” Draco glared at him, while Harry laughed loudly and Hermione chuckled. Blaise in the corner was laughing as well and since it seemed to go so well, he came closer and sat down in an arm chair.
Draco crossed his arms and snorted. “I was going to get a ring after asking you for the first time! It was just an idea that came to mind and I decided to act on it.”
Harry chuckled. “Not really that Slytherin of you, dear.”
“Well, your Gryffindory hot headedness seems to rub off on me” Draco said rolling his eyes.
“I’m pretty sure that’s not the only thing that’s rub…” Blaise started but stopped after Draco threw him a glare that was quite possibly translated to ‘if you keep talking you will end up dead in the trashcan next door’.
Hermione grinned and stood up as well. “I do hope we can meet again and talk, now that I know we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other, Draco. I might just pop by and see if I can find you in this mess of a house.”
“Hey!” two voices sounded and Draco and Harry laughed over their shared resentment of that comment.
Blaise on the other hand agreed with Hermione. “You know she’s right!”
“Be careful what you say or I might not invite you ever again!” Harry threatened Blaise.
The Slytherin simply shrugged his shoulders. “I can invite myself, you know.” He stood up to bid good bye to Hermione. And Draco and Harry followed quickly.
Before she left, Hermione knocked on the kitchen door and told Ginny that they were heading home. And that if she wanted to keep staying in their guest room, she should be following now as well. The door opened and a grinning Gryffindor with quite unruly hair and a red lipstick on her lips, which definitely did not belong to her, walked out.
Harry thought about letting her go home just like that and giving Ron another heart attack, since not only his best mate but also his sister seemed to get into a relationship with Slytherins. However, Ron had gone through enough already.
“Ginny, just a little tip: Go to the bathroom, before you’re going out in public” Harry called over and she walked to the bathroom with a red face, matching her red hair quite well, and as quickly as possible.
Blaise grinned and turned to face Harry. “Didn’t you say that there was no action in here? Now look at that! Tension between Draco and Ronald, even more tension between Harry and Ronald, sexual tension between Pansy and Ginny! I would say quite some action!”
Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. “Blaise, you are hereby officially unwelcomed in my house.”
“I believe this, once Draco tells me the same.”
As if he hadn’t been following the discussion and he had his head somewhere else, the Slytherin turned towards Blaise once he heard his name. “Same of what?”
Before anyone could tell him, what was going on, he pointed towards the kitchen. Pansy appeared her messy ponytail even messier and she was just pulling her hair back so she could make a new one.
“Having fun, Pans?” Draco asked grinning.
She narrowed her eyes and decided not to say anything.
Ginny was back, stopped dead in her tracks, when she saw Pansy and smiled at her sheepishly. Hermione grabbed some floo power and went back to her house, Ginny following almost immediately. Pansy walked over and sat down on the couch, where Hermione had sat.
Harry was frowning at the cookies and decided to grab one, when Draco pulled his hand back. “That’s a bad idea, love. They’re actually just transfigured kitchen chairs.”