Harry looked out the window, at the passing trees. Everything seemed so much more clear when he was wearing his contacts, but he could still feel a ghost of sorts where his glasses usually lay. This neighborhood looked nice, all of the houses where beautiful, and the yards were well kept. It was nothing like his old town; Pineyhollow, New Jersey, but it would do. At least it wasn’t some big city like London. However, he was glad to be back in England. Sure, America wasn’t so bad, but he felt more at home here. He remembered his childhood in Surrey, where all of the houses looked exactly the same. He had lived with his Aunt and Uncle then, but his parents came back when he was ten, and took him away with them to America.

Now they were returning to their roots, to the town where his mother, Lily, had grown up; Sunny Hill. In fact, there was no hill, not anymore, that only belonged to legend now. They pulled up to their white house with pale green trim and shudders. Harry stepped out of their small, cute black car, holding an also black and small kitten. “So this is home?” He asked.

“Home.” His mother sighed happily.

“Let’s start unpacking!” His father said over excitedly as the moving trucks pulled up. Harry groaned and then brought his boxes into what would be his new room once he painted it and made it more ‘Harrilishous’ as his friend, Kate, would say.

He put his cat, Jester, down on his already set up bed, and headed back downstairs and outside. His parents where talking to a couple who looked as if they could be brother and sister; if they hadn’t been holding hands.

“Hey.” Harry said casually as he walked up next to his parents.

“Lucius, Narci, this is our son, Harry.” His mother introduced them. “Harry, this is Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. We went to high school with them back in the day.”

“Nice to meet you.” Harry smiled fakely, he just wanted to go crank his stereo up.

“Like wise.” Mrs. Malfoy said calmly, emotionlessly. “Our son should be coming outside soon.”

Great, just what Harry needed, to chat it up with some little boy... that thought escaped him as a boy around his age with blonde hair and strikingly attractive features walked across the street.

“Ah, Draco, dear, come meet Lily, James, and their son, Harry.” Mrs. Malfoy continued.

“Draco, it’s nice to meet you. Gosh, you look so much like your father!” James said.

“So I’m told.” Draco smiled, then turned to Harry. “I’m being forced to help you with moving in.”

“Draco!” His mother scolded.

“Well, it’s true. Not that I totally mind, but I was in the middle of practicing when you guys came, so let’s get this done with.” He headed towards Harry’s new home without permission. Harry rolled his eyes and followed him. “Where’s your room?” He asked.

“Upstairs.” Harry lead the way. “You don’t really have to help, I can do it myself, but thanks.”

“I guess I did need a break from practicing, it’s no problem.”

“Practicing for what?”

“Well, I’m in my school’s play. Well, our school, I suppose? You’ll be going to Hogwarts, right?”

“Yeah, is it a good school?”

“As good as public high schools can get. I used to go to private school, until I turned fourteen and went into high school. My parents wanted me to be home while I still could. See, it was a boarding school, in Italy. I think they might have actually missed me.”

“Italy? Wow, what’s that like?” Harry sat on his bed, cuddling Jester and playing with his tail.

“Not as great as everyone makes it out to be. I like it better here, but I’m far ahead of everyone in class, so I don’t know what to feel.” He started going through a box on the desk near him. “Nice cat.”

“His name’s Jester. Don’t ask.. my friend Kate named him.”

“What’s this?” Draco pulled out a book covered in black silk.

“O-oh nothing!” Harry jumped off of the bed and lunged at Draco, pulling the book to his heart and retreating to the bed, he made sure it was securely tucked into his back pocket.

“Dairy, huh? Don’t worry, I wouldn’t have read it. I have one too, I know what it’s like.”

“It’s not a diary... it’s my lyrics.” Harry blushed a little.

“Songs?”

“Yes... poems that I set to music.” He walked over to a pile of boxes and moved them aside, reviling a stack of black guitar cases. He took the top one over to his bed, and opened it. He pulled out his acoustic guitar and strummed the chords before doing a few scales to warm his fingers up.

“Are all of those yours?” Draco asked, astonished, looking at the sticker covered boxes.

“Yeah, two of them are acoustic, one Spanish, one English. One is electric, and the last is a bass. I have a keyboard that’s probably still on one of the trucks. My mom plays piano, we’ve one of them too.”

“Wow, I can’t play an instrument to save my life.”

“Can you sing?” Harry looked up, waiting for an answer.

“Well, the play is a musical, and I am the lead.” Draco smiled proudly.

“Good, here, sing this.” Harry thrust a piece of paper with scribbled lyrics and music notes on it.

“I-I... no.” Draco fumbled nervously and dropped the paper.

“Oh come on. If you can sing on stage in front of a crowd, you can sing to little old me. I want to see how your voice matches up to my playing.” Harry said without looking up at Draco.

“I can’t sing in front of just one person. I can see you, you’re not in the shadows of rows of chairs. I can see your face, your expressions. It’s too personal.” Draco picked the song back up and handed it back to Harry. “Let’s just get you settled in so I can go back home.”

“You can leave now, I’m not holding you hostage.”

“I want to help.”

“Fine... let’s start with the clothes. Pants in the bottom drawer, socks in the two smaller drawers on the top, shirts hanging in the closet, shoes on the floor in the closet, and I’ll take care of the boxers...” he smiled at the slight blush on Draco’s pale face at the mention of his undergarments.

They started unpacking the clothes. Draco noticed that Harry mostly wore dark tones, black and green being some of his favorites. The only light color seemed to be white, which were either plain t-shirts or mixed in with black somehow. There were names of bands Draco had never heard of. Harry explained that they were 70s and 80s punk bands. Harry’s shoes were mostly sneakers, “Chuck Tailer’s” as Harry had called them, and “Vans”. There was one pair of dress shoes, and a pair of boots, both black. Harry seemed to only wear jeans. Usually dark blue, and a lot of them where covered in so many holes, that Draco didn’t see the point in not throwing them away... but hey, whatever floats Harry’s boat.

“All done!” Harry said.

“That’s it? You sure don’t have a lot of clothes.”

“I don’t?” Harry tilted his head like a confused puppy.

“Well I have at least three times this amount...how do you survive?”

“Ugh... you’re such a girl!” Harry laughed and plopped down on his bed, laying on his stomach.

“Am not!” Draco pouted, wondering if he really did act like a girl.

“So, where do you live?”

“Don’t we have to put the other things away?”

“They can wait.”

“Down the street, on the other side of the road. My parents are just nosy and like to get in good with everyone in the neighborhood.”

“Did they know it was us moving in?”

“No, why do you ask?”

“Apparently our parents went to school together.”

“Really? That’s odd.” Draco pondered for a while, a far off look in his eyes.

“Not really, my mom grew up here, and my dad grew up just outside of town.

“Oh. Well... would you like to see my house? Since we’re obviously not doing anything important here.” Draco eyed the pile of boxes on the other side of the room.

“Only if you promise to come back tomorrow and help me with the rest of this.”

“Oh, now you want me around?” Draco laughed and lead the way out of the room and down the stairs.

“You’re the one who said you were too busy to help me.”

“I did not! I just...well your timing was bad.”

“Not my fault... I wanted to stop for dinner but my parents where being mean.”

“Still hungry?”

“You bet.”

“Then you’ll come with me to Harmonium later? I’m meeting some friends there, you can meet the gang.” Draco invited. “Until then I’ll get you a bit of a snack to hold you over.”

“Sounds great! Let me just ask my folks.” They were sitting on the front porch on the chairs the carriers had recently brought off of the trucks, talking to the Malfoys.

“Mum, Dad, we’re going home I’m going to show Harry around.” Draco stated.

“Is it okay, Mum? And is it okay if we go to...er... what was that place called?” Harry tried to remember.

“It’s called Harmonium. It’s a restaurant and just a cool hangout place. I’m meeting some friends there later, and I thought it would be a great opportunity for Harry to meet new people.” Draco answered.

“It’s fine, really. It’s a great place, and there’s supervision. Draco goes there all of the time.” Mrs. Malfoy confirmed.

“Okay then, well, have fun. Do you have your cell?” Lily asked, a bit worried.

“Yup, it’s in my pocket!”

“Okay then, have fun!” James said with a wave.

Harry followed Draco across the street and they walked together in silence down the side walk until they nearly ran into a red headed boy bringing a trash bag to his waste basket near the road. “Oi! Watch where you’re going, Malfoy!”

“I had right of passage, Weasley! You watch where you’re going.” Draco spat back, almost scaring Harry.

“Who’s this? A new boy toy?”

“Shut it, Weasley, before I make you.”

“Oh, and break a nail?”

“I’m Harry Potter.” Harry said, trying to break the fighting.

“Ron Weasley.” the red haired boy said, extending his hand.

“Harry Potter!” A woman nearby squealed.

“Yeah...?” Harry was a bit scared again.

“Oh my! I just knew you looked familiar! You must be James’ son!”

“Yeah... you know my father?”

“I’m Ron’s mum, Molly Weasley. Oh! I used to baby sit your father when I was a teenager! What are you all doing back in town?”

“We just moved here this morning.”

“Oh, down in the old Robinson house?”

Draco nodded.

“Oh! Would it be alright if I went and saw him? And I suppose he married Lily?”

“Yes, and I’m sure it’s okay.”

“My parents are there.” Draco said coldly.

“Oh... well... I suppose I can wait until tomorrow then.” Molly gave Harry a small smile before returning to her garden work that Harry hadn’t noticed she was doing.

Draco turned back to Ron. “He’s not my boy toy, thank you very much. I just met him.”

“Why don’t you two get along?” Harry asked bluntly.

“You shouldn’t get involved with this bloke, Harry. I’ve heard stories of your parents, they’re good people. They should get involved with his parents. Their kind isn’t the type you want to have on your side.” Ron said without answering Harry’s question.

“What kind?” Harry eyed Draco suspiciously.

“Don’t listen to him, his parents have brain washed him into thinking that I’m evil.” Draco said and pulled Harry by the arm towards his house.

“I resent that!” Mrs. Weasley called after them, standing up.

“Draco? Draco! Slow down!” Harry demanded.

Draco, who hadn’t realized that he’d broken into a run, slowed down, and eventually stopped, letting go of Harry’s arm. “Sorry...”

“What was all of that about?”

“Look... if you want to be friendly with him, go ahead. Just avoid the topic of me. We have a bad history.” Draco said and walked a little further, to the next house.

There was a low stone fence around the property. Gardens, vines, trees, and ponds made up the yard surrounding the mansion.

“Welcome to Malfoy Manor.” Draco smiled awkwardly, striking a ‘ta-da!’ type of pose.

“M-Malfoy M-Manor?” Harry asked, surprised. “It’s huge.”

“Yeah... about that.. we’re... well,... um... well off.”

“A.k.a. Rich?” Harry laughed.

“Well, kinda sorta.” Draco blushed and pushed the button to buzz into his house.

“Yes?” Came a voice with a French accent.

“It tiz I!” Draco announced dramatically.

“Ah, Master Draco! Come in, Sir!”

A clicking noise was made, and the gate slowly opened, and as Draco explained, the alarm was turned off, and the front door unlocked.

Harry just looked around and smelled the scents of the flowers as they walked up the stone path leading to the grand entrance. “I used to live on a farm.” he blurted out right before the reached the door that was opened for them by a butler.

“Really? Where?”

“New Jersey.”

“Where’s that?” Draco led Harry up a grand spiral staircase, after going past a large staff who all bowed at Draco and greeted him as if he were a king.

“Um... mid-east coast of America.” Harry said, amazed at everything going on in this... home.

“Then it looks as if I’m not the only one who’s been out of the country?” Draco asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, a farm in America is hardly a rich boarding school in Italy! But... yeah, I’ve done some traveling. I haven’t been to Italy though. I have been to France, Germany, a few countries in Africa, Japan, and Australia.” Harry tried not to blush at the admission.

“And you’re saying you’re not rich?” Draco laughed as he pulled out a key and unlocked his bedroom door.

“We’re not... we’re... comfortable. Well we have more than we show off. But why buy a big house when it’s just the three of us? We don’t really have parties or anything. There’s no business going on at home. My folks never saw the point, and well we like to travel. So we save all of our money for that.”

When Harry was done stuttering and running his mouth, he noticed Draco’s room and almost passed out. It was silver: the walls, the rug, the bedspread- all silver. They only other colors in the room were slashes of black and dark green as the trim and furniture. Well, Harry, of course loved it. Thos being his two favorite colors, and he didn’t mind silver.

A fountain hung over Draco’s bed, with the slightest amount of light shining up from under it to give it a sparkly effect. It was made to look like a waterfall. “This is amazing.” Harry said and walked around, taking in every inch of the room.”

“Yeah... well this is the only reason I brought you over. I think I learned a lot about you by going through your clothes.” Draco laughed. “I thought you could learn about me from my room. Although at first I didn’t want to. I didn’t want your first impressions of me to be that I’m rich, and let your mind be clouded by that.”

“Oh please... don’t flatter yourself.” Harry rolled his eyes. The truth was that before they had even left to come here, Harry already had an idea of who Draco was. Harry eyed him again, taking him Draco’s tight dark blue jeans, tight pale green silk tee-shirt, and a baby blue over jacket hanging loosely. It seemed to be something Lily would see on all of those fashion shows she watches. His hair was cut just below his ear, and hung freely in his eyes. It looked so soft and silky. Draco seemed to be into theater, and with all of this combined and how girly he acted some of the time and how quick that changed when he saw Ron.. it all added up to one thing.

Draco Malfoy was gay, and there was no doubt about that. It only gave Harry insensitive.

“So what do you think?”

“I think you’re trying to make me feel bad!” Harry laughed.

“What!” Draco jumped off of his bed, where he had been laying.

“You’re rubbing it in my face that my room sucks.”

“Oh, we’ll fix that. I already have plans for that room based on your personality, choice of colors, etcetera.”

Okay... a designer? Definitely gay.

“Okay, but at least run it by me first.” Harry laughed.

“If I must.” Draco sat back down on his bed and picked of a remote control that was on his nightstand. Clicking a few buttons, music started to play.

“Where’s that coming from?”

“All of my electronics are hidden in the wall, as to not clutter the space.”

“Oh, because that would be tragic.”

“Maybe.”

“May I sit?” Harry asked.

“Sure. No need to ask.” Draco moved over and gave Harry some space on his bed.

“So how about that snack?” Harry asked after a few minutes of trying to relate to Draco’s music... it didn’t work and his stomach was starting to growl again.

“Oh...sorry!” Draco pushed a button that seemed to be under his bed.

“Yes?” Came another voice.

“May Harry and I get a snack platter, please?” Draco asked kindly.

“You’ll spoil your supper!” The woman’s voice scolded.

“Oh please, we’re hungry. Harry’s just moved here, and it was a long drive.”

“Fine, it’ll be up in a minute.”

“You are so spoiled.” Harry joked when Draco released the button.

“I know... life’s good... well, for the most part.”

There was a knock at the door a few minutes later and Draco answered it, taking a large tray from another servant, and thanking him. The tray was filled with so many snacks, from fruits to sweets. Harry hadn’t even seen some of them before.

“Well, try some.” Draco said, sitting down and putting the tray between the two of them on the bed. “These are my favorite.” he added, picking up a chocolate dipped strawberry and sucking the end of it, lavishing himself in the chocolate that was melting on his tongue.

“Recommend something.” Harry managed to say after ripping his eyes about from Draco’s mouth.

“These are good.” Draco smiled and picked up a chocolate truffle, practically shoving it into Harry’s mouth.

“mmMmm.” Harry managed, after getting over the shock of being fed.

“You like?”

“They don’t make them like this back in Jersey.”

“So where did you live before America?”

“How’d you know I lived somewhere else?”

“Well.. I assumed... well, you speak like an Englishman.”

“Oh.” Harry laughed. “I guess that gives it away, huh?” Picking up another truffle and taking a bite he said, “I was born in a hospital in London, and lived there in my parents’ flat until I was two, then I moved in with my Aunt, Uncle, and cousin Dudley in Surrey until I was ten. That’s when my parents came back and brought me to New Jersey, until now.”

“Where’d they go?”

“Business.” And then he changed the subject quickly. “When do we leave?”

“Not for a while. Geez, the sun’s still up!”

“Oh...?” Harry had a lot to learn.

“Until then-” Draco was cut off by the ringing of his cell phone, which he answered in a hurry. “Talk to me... oh, hey Steven! What’s up? ...Oh my gosh! I know!... Totally! I can’t wait!... Really? Since when?... That sucks! But I had plans!...Okay, whatever. I’ll be there. Hey, are you going tonight? ...Really? Lucky you! mmMmm, definitely. You lucky dog! Anyway, I have company, I have to go... No! Of course not. It’s a new kid, Harry... Anyway, you’ll meet him tonight! Ta!”

“What was that all about?” Harry constrained himself from cracking up.

“My friend Steven Leatherwood. He just informed me that I have to be at the school tomorrow, on a freaking Sunday, for play practice!”

“So you can’t help me out tomorrow?”

“Well, if I come over after practice. It’s only from one to four. You should come! You’ll get to hear me sing!”

“Sounds good...” Harry paused to smile. “Hey, why don’t you come to church with me in the morning and then we can go to your practice, and then you can come over for dinner afterwards!”

“Okay, it’s a dat...plan.” Harry realized that Draco was about to say ‘It’s a date.’ but thought better of it. Although... it almost sounded like one.