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Chapter Three
Waging War
Okay not really. I mean, sure Malfoy’s plotting against us for the stunts we pulled during the recording of the first scene (then again, I don’t think he even knows that it was us) but I mean, the kid’s 15. What can he possibly do on his own? It’d be a one against four fight.
Then again, he is the authority here. Oh well, that’s not gonna stop us from having fun is it?
Didn’t think so.
“Okay guys, spill. The twins keep laughing every time I ask and Hermione just shakes her head. What did you guys do to Malfoy?” Ginny asked just as soon as she saw the grin. Harry looked at Ron again and the two of them burst into laughter, ignoring the disapproving look Hermione was sending them.
“It was actually more of a Fred and George exclusive,” Ron began.
“We just helped set things up,” Harry added.
“Therefore, it’s not really our fault.”
“But it was pretty funny.”
“Well I think you guys need to grow up and stop letting the twins influence you,” Hermione finally spoke.
“Oh come on, Hermione. You can’t tell me that you don’t think he deserved it just as much as we do,” Ron sighed. Hermione played with her lunch and nodded.
“Well even though he did deserve it, you could have gone about it a better way than ruining the first shot of the first scene of his first movie,” she pointed out.
“Not necessarily, Hermione,” Fred cut in as he sat on the other side of the brunette.
“In fact, that was most likely the perfect way to irritate Malfoy,” George filled in, sitting on the other side of Ron and across from his twin.
“So in other words,” Fred started out.
“We did a good thing,” George finished up before both twins started on their lunch.
“Besides, he doesn’t know it was us, does he?” Harry asked, taking a sip from his glass of water.
“Probably not. I bet he was too worried about getting his hair cleaned and perfect rather than who was behind it all,” Ron snorted as he continued to wolf down his pasta.
“Never underestimate a Malfoy,” Ginny retorted. “Isn’t that what Dad always said?”
“Yeah but still. I highly doubt we have to worry about anything anyway.”
“What if Ginny’s right?” Hermione cut in again, looking up from her plate. “Suppose Malfoy has something up his sleeve.”
“I don’t think so, Hermione. Besides, if he does, we have it under control,” Harry reassured her with a smile.
“If you say so, Harry,” she sighed quietly. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Hermione, I really think you worry too much,” the dark-haired boy retorted. “Everything is going to turn out just fine.”
“Whatever you say,” Hermione ended the conversation and turned to Ginny, discussing their schedules for the afternoon. One by one, the group of teens finished up their lunches and sat at the table, comparing schedules.
“Basically, we don’t have to do anything until two this afternoon,” Ron pointed out, folding up his schedule and shoving it into his pocket again. “That gives us two hours for nothing.
“Correction, that gives you two hours for nothing,” Hermione interrupted once again.
“Why just us?” Harry questioned her.
“Because Hermione and I are going to help Mum with the clean-up from lunch,” Ginny explained and grabbed the plates from the table, standing up and handing half of them to Hermione.
“In other words, you four are on your own,” the brunette said and the two girls headed off for the kitchens, assumingly to find Molly Weasley. Harry shrugged and looked back at his three companions.
“So what are we going to do?” he asked. Fred stood up from the table and motioned for his twin to do the same.
“Sorry mate, it’s just you and Ron actually. We have some business to attend to with our stock supply,” he told the dark-haired boy, joining his brother on the other side of the table.
“Precisely. Have to make sure we’re fully stocked on all of our supplies you know!” George exclaimed and the two of them ran out of the Great Hall, leaving behind Ron and Harry. The green-eyed boy looked over to the last red-head and sighed.
“Guess it’s just you and me huh?”
“Seems that way,” Ron replied, standing up as well. “Might as well go back to the room and relax. We have two hours to pretty much sit and do nothing. Plus we have a television upstairs in the room.”
“Shall we then?” Harry finally rose to his feet. The two boys walked out the doors of the Great Hall and entered the foyer, staring up at the massive amount of stairs.
“…first one there gets to pick what’s on TV!” Ron announced and took off running, leaving Harry to follow after him.
“Hey!” he shouted, picking up speed and catching up with his red-haired friend. The pair raced up the stairs to the seventh floor, dodging around people as they went and avoiding the stairs that were starting to give out. Harry managed to pull ahead just at the end and touched the door first, laughing in Ron’s face.
“Looks like I win,” he said to his friend.
“Oh hush,” Ron panted, leaning against the door for support. Harry laughed again and unlocked the door, pulling Ron inside and shutting the door behind them. Jumping onto his bed, he grabbed the remote control and turned on the television, flipping the channel to an old episode of Will and Grace.
“Oh come on, Harry! Do we have to watch this?” Ron groaned, flopping down on his own bed.
“Hey, you made the rules, I’m just following them,” Harry replied casually, yawning suddenly. Ron lay on his stomach and closed his eyes, resting his head on his arms.
“I think the Spanish have the right idea about having siestas,” the redhead muttered, burying his head in his arms.
“What’s a siesta?” Harry raised an eyebrow, turning his attention away from the TV and back toward Ron.
“Nap.”
“Oh.”
“Yep. So pardon me while I siesta myself out,” Ron mumbled his last intelligible sentences before he fell silent, snoring lightly. Harry laughed quietly and turned back to the TV, overcome with the sudden sense of warmth and sleepiness. Blaming it on the comfort of his bed and the large meal, he forced his eyes to stay open while he watched the program in front of him.
‘Well hell…a short nap isn’t going to hurt is it?’ he thought to himself, suppressing another yawn. Nodding his head, he allowed his eyes to slip closed and rested his head on his arms, drifting off into a light sleep.
“What? What is it?” Harry asked as he sat up.
“We’re so late!” Ron shouted as he pulled Harry off of the bed. Harry glanced at the clock on the wall and his eyes widened.
“It’s three o’clock!”
“Right, and we were supposed to be there at two!”
“Why didn’t you wake me sooner then?” Harry asked as he scrambled to make himself look presentable.
“Because I just woke up too!” Ron exclaimed, giving Harry a small sense of déjà vu. The green-eyed teen shook his head and headed for the door.
“Never mind that, let’s just go!” He yanked open the door and ran out of the room, Ron right on his tail. The two boys ran down two flights of stairs to the fifth floor, bursting into the film studio where Malfoy was demonstrating something he wanted Hermione to do. All heads in the room turned to look at the two tardy teens. Hermione sent them a smug look while Malfoy looked no less than livid.
“And where have you two been?” he shouted, storming over to the door and standing in front of Harry. Harry opened his mouth to answer but Ron cut him off.
“None of your business, Malfoy!” he answered, glaring right back. The blond visibly bristled and stared at the redhead.
“When my star and my cameraman are missing and holding up my entire cast, yes, it is my business,” he snarled. “What the hell is your bloody excuse?”
“Overslept,” Ron retorted. Malfoy exhaled deeply, shaking his head in disgust.
“For the love of all-“ he stopped and grabbed his script. “Potter, Weasley, you two are going to report to me tonight right after dinner to make up for lost time. Get in your spots right this instant and let’s get to work people! We’ve already lost an hour of work thanks to these two!” he announced, marching over to his director chair. A wicked grin spread on his face then. “Guess that just means we’ll be working twice as hard.” Groans arose from the cast and everyone shuffled around the room into their positions. Ron got behind the camera, Harry and Hermione headed for the balcony, and Malfoy sat back and watched, scanning over the script.
“I tried to warn you, you know,” Hermione whispered as the pair walked across the studio room.
“Oh hush,” Harry snapped back with a frown. “Look, it wasn’t even our fault that we fell asleep!”
“Still, you did and now you’re paying the price. I hope that teaches you a lesson.”
“What kind of lesson?”
“That you can never be sure of what the future will bring,” Hermione said airily before moving away from Harry, getting into her spot to begin. Harry stood on the ground and looked back at Malfoy. The grey-eyed boy locked his eyes onto Harry’s, staring at him briefly with a look of fiery rage.
Harry now knew the meaning of the phrase “if looks could kill”.
Malfoy slowly tore his gaze away, focusing on the rest of the cast. “All right people, since we messed up the opening shot this morning and the pipes and such had to be cleaned out, we’re starting from there. Places!” he shouted, sending the last few stragglers quickly on their way. Malfoy smirked to himself and held up his clapboard.
“In five, four, three, two,” he stopped counting and clapped the board down, signaling for Ron to start filming and the others to start acting.
“I’ve got to go talk to her,” he decided and swept around to the other side of the house. Getting a firm grip on the wood the roses were growing on, he shimmied his way up to the window and peered inside, where the girl stood with her back towards him and messing with her stereo. She was singing along to the song cheerful and danced without a care in the world. Tucker watched her quietly until the song faded away.
“You have a lovely voice,” he commented. The girl gasped and jumped in surprise, turning around to face the window.
“Who are you? And what do you think you’re doing outside of my room?” she all but shrieked at him.
“Oh. This isn’t normal?” Tucker said in a clueless manner.
“No!” The girl wandered closer to the window. She tilted her head slightly and examined Tucker. “You’re that new kid, aren’t you?” Tucker nodded and smiled. Suddenly, thunder sounded off and rain began to fall. Tucker looked at the sky thoughtfully for a moment, turning back to the girl in the window.
“My name is Tucker Spellbound, but you may call me Tuck,” he introduced himself. The brunette girl in the house nodded slowly, folding her arms over her chest.
“Hannah. Hannah Gavet,” she said in return. Tucker smiled and bowed his head in respect.
“Well, Hannah, it’s nice to meet you,” he spoke again, ignoring the drops of rain that were pouring down on his head. Hannah nodded and looked out at the rain, taking in the sight of the boy who was slowly getting soaked.
“Hey, why don’t you come inside? At least until the storm’s died down a bit,” she offered, already moving away from the window to allow Tucker to step inside. The black-haired boy shook his head in refusal.
“Oh no, I couldn’t do that,” he protested. “Wouldn’t you find that a tad odd, having a strange boy in your bedroom?” Hannah raised an eyebrow in response.
“Like having a strange boy hanging from the side of my house and talking to me through my window isn’t weird?”
“Hey, you never know.” Tucker shrugged. Hannah rolled her eyes and grabbed Tucker by the forearm.
“C’mon, get in here before you get sick or something,” she insisted, pulling him inside quicker than he could respond. He fell onto the floor of Hannah’s room from the force of the pull, landing flat on his face and not moving. Hannah gasped and quickly sat him up.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” she asked him. Tucker rubbed a spot on his forehead and nodded.
“Just fine, really,” he assured her and sat up, looking around the young girl’s room. The room itself was decorated with painted lavender walls, photographs, and posters everywhere; nothing like his own room back in the wizarding world. Hannah shuffled over to her bed and sat down, staring at Tucker curiously.
“So what brings you here?” she asked, watching the boy on the floor. Tucker’s eyes widened and he hurriedly launched into his explanation.
“What brings me where? I’ve always been here on this planet, I’m just a transfer!” he exclaimed. Hannah raised an eyebrow and slowly nodded.
“…oookay, but I just meant what brings you here to my house,” she clarified with a small smirk. Tucker laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.
“W-well, I saw you running and I thought I’d follow you to make sure you got home safely,” he quickly lied. Hannah eyed him suspiciously but nodded again.
“Well, that was really…sweet of you, even if it is kind of creepy,” she replied. Tucker smiled sheepishly and stood up. He walked over to the window and peered outside, watching the rain come down thickly. Hannah stood up from the bed and turned her back toward Tucker, rummaging through her desk. Quietly, Tucker pulled a wand out of his sleeve, pointing it outside of the open window. Muttering an incantation under his breath, white sparks flew out of the end of the wand, stopping the rain in its tracks. The last few drops in the sky fell to the ground, shattering like glass as the clouds separated.
“Well, Tuck, I don’t know how long the rain’s going to last but you’re welcome to…” she stopped talking as she returned her gaze to the window and the teenage boy. She blinked in surprise and stared out the window. “It stopped raining…” she stated the obvious. Tucker nodded and pushed himself away from the window.
“So it did.” He looked at Hannah with a smile. He swung one leg out the window and then the other, clinging to the wooden piece attached to the house holding the roses. Hannah hurried over to the window and looked out at Tucker.
“Are you sure you have to leave right now?”
“Might as well. I’m sure the family’s wondering where I am and such,” he shrugged, ignoring the fact that he had no family in this realm. Hannah watched him curiously, unsure of what to think of the boy.
“Will I see you around then?” she asked. Tucker flashed a smile her way.
“Oh, trust me. I plan on making a point of it,” he said to her. With one last wave, he began climbing down the fence-like structure, landing on the ground. He started to walk away from Hannah’s home, looking back over his shoulder just once. He saw the brown-eyed girl watching him from the window, eyes locked onto his figure intently. He smiled to himself again and nodded.
“Yep, she’s just what I need,” he said to himself before disappearing down the sidewalk, walking into the darkness as all faded to black.
“And cut!” Malfoy said, clapping the board down again and Ron turned off the camera. “Well, after messing up a few takes, we finally finished the first scene, congratulations. Granted, if you all had done it right the first time, we could have gotten a lot more done today. I would continue but it’s a quarter to six o’clock. Dinner is in fifteen, so I suggest you get prepared and head down into the Great Hall. Potter, Weasley, be sure to see me after the meal,” he said, gracefully sliding out of his chair and exiting the studio, leaving the cast and crew behind. People began filing out of the room after him, chatting amongst themselves. Hermione came down from “Hannah’s” room and joined her friends on the floor. Ginny got up from her chair on the side of the filming area, joining the others as they began leaving the room.
“Man, where does Malfoy get off telling us what to do?” Ron scowled, stuffing his hands into his pockets as the group of four left the room.
“Well Ron, we are working for him,” Hermione pointed out.
“Shush.”
“Point being, you two are kind of stuck doing whatever Malfoy says,” Ginny cut in, leading the older trio into the Great Hall. The four of them got in line behind other cast members and waited to be served by Molly.
“Yeah, so we’ve noticed,” Harry said dryly.
“Well if you two hadn’t slept in,” Hermione started to say.
“Hey, I was tired all right?” Ron argued back.
“I blame Ron actually,” Harry countered.
“Hey, you can’t blame me for everything!”
“Can so.”
“What are you two arguing about now?” Molly interrupted them, peering down at her son and his friend from behind the counter.
“Nothing important, Mum,” Ron said quickly, taking the plate of food from his mother’s hands and shuffling toward a table. Molly gave the retreating redhead a skeptical look and glanced back at Harry. The dark-haired boy shrugged and took his own plate from the older woman.
“I’m not sure either,” he answered the unspoken question and waved slightly, heading after Ron and sitting across from the redhead. Ron refused to look up from the plate of food in front of him.
“Is she still looking at me?” he muttered under his breath. Harry glanced over to the food line and noticed that Molly wasn’t focused in on them anymore.
“No, you’re safe.”
Ron looked up and sighed in relief. “Good. Man, If I had to tell her what happened, I’d be in for another lecture on responsibility,” he complained, spooning some potatoes into his mouth.
“Well maybe if you took some responsibilities for your actions, you wouldn’t have to worry about being lectured,” Hermione cut in, taking a seat next to Harry.
“She’s got a point you know,” Ginny joined in, sliding onto the bench next to Ron.
“Well yeah, but still. It’s not my fault that good food puts me to sleep,” Ron argued back.
“No, but it is your fault for not setting an alarm or something.”
“Why didn’t Harry do it then?”
“Hey, don’t bring me into this,” Harry retorted, looking up from his dinner roll.
“But you fell asleep too!”
“That doesn’t mean that you can blame me entirely! You fell asleep first anyway!”
“Hey, if it helps, you’re both at fault here,” Ginny interrupted them, causing the two males to fall silent.
“And because of it, Malfoy’s coming to collect,” Hermione said, looking straight behind Ron’s head. Harry and Ron both looked up and spotted the young blond stalking toward them, head held high and walking with the grace of a true aristocrat. Malfoy stopped behind Ron and looked into Harry’s eyes, glaring at the black-haired boy intently.
“Potter, Weasley, it’s time for you two to serve your punishment,” he said sternly, glare intensifying as Harry opened his mouth to object.
“Piss off, Malfoy, we’re still eating,” Ron said instead, swallowing the food in his mouth. Malfoy snarled and yanked Ron up by the back of his shirt.
“No, you’re going to come with me, now. You too, Potter. You two cut into my time, so now I’m cutting into yours,” he explained and shoved Ron forward, waiting for Harry. The green-eyed boy looked at Hermione unsurely, receiving a look that said he had to go. Rising from his seat, he followed the irritated blond out of the Great Hall, Ron by his side.
“So what do you think he’s gonna do to us?” Harry muttered to Ron, keeping a close eye on Malfoy. Ron shrugged in return.
“I think the question is, what do you think he’s gonna have us do,” he muttered back, also watching Malfoy as they were led out into the foyer. Malfoy stopped in front of them and folded his arms over his chest, staring at the pair closely. Silence reigned throughout the area, grey eyes boring into the faces of the two troublemakers. Harry shifted his weight from one foot to the other, starting to grow a bit uncomfortable under Malfoy’s heated stare. The raven-haired boy opened his mouth to break the thick silence when Malfoy beat him to it.
“Tomorrow we will be host to another director and his family. However, this place is filthy and we need it clean, tonight,” Malfoy started off, reaching into his pocket. “Weasley, I’m assigning you the task of cleaning all of the lavatories in the entire castle, with this.” He pulled out a blue toothbrush and handed it to Ron. “The cleaning supplies are in the cupboard, get to work”
Ron blinked at the toothbrush in his hand, unsure of what to think or how to react. Malfoy narrowed his eyes and pointed at the cupboard again.
“I said, the cleaning supplies are in the cupboard, get to work,” he repeated himself. Ron finally snapped back and he glared right back.
“All of them! With this stupid little thing?” he exclaimed, waving the toothbrush around wildly.
“That should teach you not to be late on my watch ever again, shouldn’t it?” Malfoy replied, tapping his foot against the ground slightly. Ron growled quietly and threw the toothbrush down at Malfoy’s feet.
“Well, I’m not doing it,” he refused. Malfoy scowled and turned around, relocking the cupboard behind him.
“That wasn’t an inquiry, Weasel, that was a command and I damn well expect you to follow through with it. And just for that, now you’re limited to using water instead of cleaning supplies.”
“Oh yeah? And what happens if I still refuse?” Ron held his ground. Malfoy pretended to think for a moment, looking up at the ceiling contemplatively.
“What would I do if you refused? Well…I could tell Father and allow him to take care of the situation, which most likely end with dastardly results. And those results could cause your family to lose all sources of income they’re making from working here. Then what would you do? Honestly, you don’t want to be the cause of your family’s lost money, now do you?” Malfoy paused again, both he and Harry monitoring Ron’s reaction carefully. The brown-eyed boy’s expression quickly changed from rage to horror, settling on defeat shortly thereafter. He slowly bent down and scooped up the toothbrush, stomping up the stairs to the first floor to begin. Malfoy waited until Ron was out of sight before locking eyes with Harry, staring down the other boy.
“…don’t you think you were a tad harsh on him?” Harry questioned. Malfoy shook his head and waved it off.
“Whatever, he’ll get over it,” he said airily before grabbing Harry’s wrist, pulling him toward the dungeons. “Now, you on the other hand, you’re going to assist me in decorating the guest room and then my bedchambers.” And with that, the younger boy led Harry through a door, causing the pair of them to disappear into the dark.
“All right, Potter. Let’s start with the boxes near the window,” he suggested, leaning back in his chair and making himself rather comfortable. Harry stayed in the doorway of the room, glancing at Draco unsurely.
“So what, you’re having me do everything myself?” he asked the blond. Draco sighed quietly and rubbed his temples, even though his head didn’t really hurt. It was all for show after all.
“Yes, Potter. After all, I wasn’t the one that did anything wrong. You, on the other hand, were late and wasted my time. Therefore, I have every right to tell you to start unpacking these boxes and placing things where I see fit,” Draco explained, shifting in his chair once more. Potter’s fiery gaze was starting to get to him, make him a bit nervous in fact. Malfoys weren’t supposed to be nervous about anything, and yet here he was, trying not to fidget under the older boy’s stare. Much to his relief, Harry looked away from him, seemingly counting the boxes in the room.
“So I’m assuming that if I don’t follow your ‘orders’ the consequences will be harsh as well?” the dark-haired boy asked rather dryly, focusing back on Draco.
“Precisely.” Draco nodded assuredly but truthfully, he wasn’t as sure as he let on.
‘And what those harsh consequences would be, I haven’t a clue. Suppose I did let Potter slide: then what would happen? What would Father think? And more importantly, what would Potter think? He would probably think that he could dominate over me thereafter, which he couldn’t. Malfoys do no get dominated; they are the dominators.’ He assured himself, propping his head up on his hand and fixating his gaze on Harry’s shadow. Harry on the other hand appeared rather irritated but bit the inside of his cheek, stiffly nodding.
“Okay, fine. Where shall we start first?”
Draco smiled in self-satisfaction and pointed to the window again. “The window. Did I not already say that?” he drawled out, eyes flickering back to Harry. Harry sighed aloud and moved from his place by the doorway, heading over toward the boxes under the window, prying one open. Draco discreetly watched him as Harry unloaded several books and hauling them over to the bookshelf in the corner, organizing them by size, author, and date, just like Draco had asked him to. Draco continued watching him closely as Harry stretched to reach the top shelf, smirking slightly as the raven-haired boy’s shirt rode up to bare several inches of bare skin.
‘Not bad, Potter. Not bad at all.’ He noted, eyes following the limber form across the room as Harry flattened the empty box, starting on another. Draco watched lazily, losing interest in the items Harry unloaded from the boxes and focusing sheerly on Harry and Harry alone.
‘He really does make the perfect Tuck Spellbound. Although, I did imagine him to be blond, but the dark hair suits him much better. He does have the right green eyes though and his acting is impeccable! Besides, he’s not too harsh on the eyes either. However, he’s rather irritating. If he would just listen to my orders the first time around instead of trying to defy me, all would be well. On the other hand, if he didn’t defy me, I wouldn’t have reason to punish him and then I wouldn’t be sitting here in this room like I am already.
Oh this is all so confusing. Then again, what am I confused about? I could easily just bend him in half, get him to obey my every command, take what I want from him, and call it good, no strings attached. That shouldn’t be so hard. I just have to make sure Father doesn’t find out. Oh yeah, I also have to make sure that neither Potter nor I actually start having feelings for one another. That would just make everything even messier and let me tell you something, Malfoys cannot be messy. But, if it’s the price I have to pay to get what I want, so be it.’
“Malfoy,” Harry’s voice brought the blond boy out of his reverie, forcing him to come back to earth. The green-eyed boy was standing next to a pile of empty boxes, putting the last pillow on the guest bed. “All of these boxes are empty, can I leave now?” he asked impatiently. Draco could tell that he was resisting the urge to tap his foot against the ground and smirked again.
“I already told you, you’re here to help unpack the guest room and my bedchambers. Then I’ll think about letting you go,” he replied, untangling himself from the armchair gracefully and all but gliding across the room. “Come on, just down the hall now.” Grudgingly, Harry followed Draco’s path and the two boys entered another room, larger than the first and with three times as many boxes.
“You must be joking!” Harry’s jaw dropped and he glanced back at Draco.
“About?”
“I’m not unpacking all of this for you!” the brunet exclaimed, gesturing to the many boxes. Draco rolled his eyes and settled down on his bed, careful not to disrupt the smoothness of the covers.
“Look, Potter, just remember that I can easily fire you too. It wouldn’t be hard to replace you anyway, we’re not even that far into the film yet,” he drawled out, sprawling out on his bed and laying on his stomach, examining the older boy. “You can’t honestly tell me that you would want to go back to your old life, would you?” Draco watched as Harry’s face changed from anger to contemplation, semi-curious as to what the older boy was thinking of. Despite how he said it, Draco really didn’t know anything about Harry’s previous lifestyle; he just made it sound as though he did to be a successful threat.
It seemed as though it worked however, for Harry soon sighed and opened a box at the foot of the bed.
“More books?” he questioned rather than stated, shifting through the books in the box. Draco merely shrugged and kept his steel-colored eyes on Harry’s frame.
“So I enjoy reading. I know that that’s foreign for you, Potter, but some of us are actually intelligent,” he spouted out. Harry slammed the books into the bookcase and glared at Draco.
“Who said I wasn’t intelligent?” he demanded, refusing to break his stare with Draco. The blond shrugged again and squinted over at the shelf.
“They’re crooked,” he answered instead, indicating the books that were threatening to topple over. Harry yanked a few more books out of the box and stomped back over to the shelf, stuffing the novels in with the others and making all of the books stand upright.
“It’s not like I can’t read either, Malfoy,” Harry informed the younger boy, taking the last of the books out of the box and placing them on the shelf.
“I never said you couldn’t,” Draco replied airily, shoving the next box to Harry. The dark-haired boy opened it and found himself looking at several pairs of boxers in all sorts of deep shades of blue, gray, black, green, and crimson, almost all of them made out of silk or other rich fabrics; of course he couldn’t help but stare.
“Like what you see, Potter?” Draco asked, rather amused by Harry’s confused and intrigued face.
“Um…where would you like these?” Harry asked, lifting up the entire box.
“Over in the top drawer of the dresser, next to the wardrobe,” Draco replied, waving his hand a little in the right direction.
‘However, if you’re talking about the ones I’m wearing, I’d like them on the floor, next to yours.’ He mentally added, watching Harry’s backside as he walked away with the box of boxers. Harry quickly stuffed the drawer with Draco’s boxers, obviously not wanting to touch them longer than he had to. He threw the empty box to the side and opened a new one, revealing more clothing. Many of the boxes were clothing and Draco directed Harry around with them, informing him which types went into which drawers and which went into the wardrobe and which were absolutely hideous and should be left in the box. Another hour or so went by as Harry continued unloading box after box of Draco’s things, Draco still dictating him from his position on the bed and scolding him when he did something wrong.
And then there were times that Harry didn’t do anything wrong and Draco just felt like terrorizing him, watching him stretch and reach to rearrange things on the higher shelves.
It really did pay to be rich and have power in the palm of your hand.
By the time 10 o’clock rolled around, Harry had just crumpled the last empty box and looked at Draco expectantly, waiting impatiently for his dismissal. Draco sat up on his bed, glancing around the room and making sure everything was in order. With a airy little sigh, Draco flopped onto his back dramatically, splaying a hand over his eyes.“All right, Potter, I suppose you may leave now. But need I warn you that if you pull another stunt like the one you did today, your punishment will be even more severe,” he warned him, peering at the older boy through his fingers. Harry snorted and mumbled something incoherent, leaving the room and closing the door heavily behind him. Draco removed his hand from his face and glanced at the far wall where the window should have been.
“Well, your next mission is to get him to fall for your dastardly good looks and devilish charm, then he’s all yours for the taking. Just remember, eye on the prize Draco, eye on the prize,” he said to himself, pulling a book out from under his pillow and turning on the bedside lamp, settling into his evening reading and allowing his brain to start hatching a plan.
Honestly, who does he think he is, bossing us around like he’s so high and mighty? So what if this is his film studio? He’s still a kid, what’s the worst that he can do?
Those were my thoughts before I found out what he could do. He knows how to use his power, and what’s worse, he knows that he knows how to use his power! He threatened to fire both Ron and I if we didn’t do what he said. Ron ended up having to clean all of the lavatories in the entire castle with nothing but a toothbrush and water. He’s still not back yet and it’s nearly 11 o’clock. I suppose you could say that I got off rather easily. All I had to do was unpack for the git in the guestroom and his own room. God, the guy has an awful lot of things, half of them he doesn’t even need I bet. And his room; his wardrobe is the size of my room at the Dursleys and his room is the size of my entire apartment! He’s definitely spoiled, one of those who’s used to getting what he wants. However, I will admit, he wasn’t as snotty when it was just the two of us.
Actually, I take that back, he was even more aggravating, just not as often. He was quiet for the most part, other than when he was telling me where to put his things. He seemed to be thinking, but what was he thinking about? His next plan for revenge? He kept watching me and trust me, it was rather unnerving. I don’t know, I suppose I just have to watch my back. I seem to be his number one target right now.
I did not sign on to be somebody’s enemy.
Harry closed his journal and set it under his pillow, taking off his glasses and laying them on the bedside table. He was just about to reach over and turn off the lamp when Ron opened the door and walked into the room, slamming the door loudly.
“That bloody bastard!” Was the first coherent thing Ron managed to say, causing Harry to jump.
“What?”
“Did you know that there are 14 lavatories in this castle? 14 large lavatories?” the redhead exclaimed, throwing himself down on his bed.
“No I didn’t.”
“Yeah well, I just had to clean all 14 of the bloody things with a measly toothbrush. A toothbrush, Harry!” Ron wailed, rolling over and slamming a pillow over his face. “Bloody hell.”
“Yeah well, be glad it’s over, Ron,” Harry reassured him, propping himself up with his elbow to watch his friend.
“Yeah, for now. Who knows what else Draco can pull out of his arse at any given moment?” Ron mumbled. “I’m telling you, be on guard for now on. This is war.”
“You think so?”
“Of course,” Ron said before saying goodnight and closing the bed curtains around him, leaving Harry back by himself with his little table lamp. Harry carefully contemplated what Ron had just said, allowing the words to mull over in his mind before taking his journal out again, re-opening the page to the last entry. Hastily grabbing his pen, he scribbled out three last letters.
This is war.
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