Surprising the Dursleys
Dedicated to TheGingerbreadMan15
The tall blonde walked purposefully down the sidewalk of Privet Drive, sneering in barely contained disdain at his decidedly Muggle surroundings. Any of the gossipy housewives that inhabited the houses of Privet Drive that were peaking out of their windows would see him and instantly wonder at the apparently important and aristocratic young man that walked down their street. The women peaking out of their windows at the young man wondered who the lucky woman was that had him.
Draco's lip curled into a sneer of disgust as he felt the stares from the houses. He couldn't help but to wonder how he had landed in the...Muggle...neighborhood; how he, pureblood heir to the Malfoy wizarding family fortune, was to spend the next night in their...company. He sighed as he came upon his answer: his boyfriend, Harry Potter. As the date was July 30th, 1997, barely twelve hours until said boy became a legal adult in the wizarding world and would finally be able to leave those horrid Muggles that he lived with.
So, he came to the realization that—no, he was not insane for traipsing along a Muggle street—he was going to visit his boyfriend for his birthday. They had been able to celebrate Draco's own birthday back at Hogwarts on June 5th, the week before their exams, and what a celebration it had been. Draco smiled at the memory. Sure he had been thrown a party, but it was the after party that he had really enjoyed. He and Harry had ensconced in the Room of Requirement, skipping studying and sleeping in the next day, missing breakfast the next day due to certain...exhausting activities the previous night.
Draco was pulled out of his mussing, however, when he came upon the house of his boyfriend's Muggle relatives. Number 4 Privet Drive. He glared at the house, knowing that beyond its cookie cutter shape were the horrible memories that Harry was forced to live through again and again every time that he was forced back.
'Well, not anymore,' Draco thought with conviction. 'There's no way in hell that he's staying here with those Muggles,' the word coming out as an insult, 'anymore than he has to.'
He snorted elegantly and walked up to the front door of the house a little reluctantly. He knocked forcefully twice before waiting slightly impatiently, smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles in his Muggle clothing, dark jeans ('What do they have to do with progeny?') and a graphic T-shirt ('Are they made out of Tea leaves, or something? I'll never understand Muggles...'). He flicked his bangs out of his face and tucked them behind his ear, cursing the fact that while they were long, they couldn't fit into the tie that held back the rest of his hair.
The front door opened to reveal an extremely large man with a bushy mustache, very little hair on his head, and a very red complexion. The man eyed Draco with contempt, obviously feeling that he was more important. Draco narrowed his eyes; no one was more important than he was! Well, except maybe for his boyfriend, but that was beside the point.
"Can I help you?" the man asked with a contemptuous voice.
"Yes, I believe you can," Draco drawled. "I have been made aware that this is the summer residence of Harry Potter." Draco's eyebrows rose as he watched the man's reaction with interest.
That fat man's face went immediately from red to purple and his eyes almost popped out of his head ('That cannot be healthy.'). "There is no one by that name here!" he roared, moving to slam the door.
Draco used his Seeker reflexes to catch the door and keep it open. "It was not very wise to lie to my Muggle," Draco hissed, pushing the front door open and moving into the house.
"Y-you're one of t-them!" the fat mad stuttered, his face now a pasty white.
"Vernon? What's going on?" asked a shrill voice. A horse woman, a fat child, and Draco's boyfriend appeared in the hallway.
"Draco!" Harry exclaimed excitedly, his face smeared with dirt and sweat. A grin quickly spread across his face.
The horse woman and fat child squeaked at the familiarity. "When I took that boy in it was out of the goodness of my heart and a promise from that crack pot old fool that none of you freaks would ever darken my doorstep!" the fat man—Vernon—roared, trying to be imposing with his girth.
Draco snorted and looked over at Harry. With a roll of his eyes and a smirk, Draco gave his two cents, "Well, that 'crack pot old fool' is dead, so that kind of negates any promises."
"Draco's one of my classmates," Harry explained.
Vernon smirked victoriously and sneered at Draco. "Ha! Since you're still a student you're not legal to do magic!"
Draco returned the smirk and whipped out his wand. "I can assure you that I am quite legal and am very able to do magic," he told them.
The fat man, horse woman and fat child all made varying noises in fear. Draco rolled his eyes and silently cast Silencio on them. Ignoring their increase in fear, Draco turned to Harry. "Well, aren't you going to greet me?" he asked, eyebrows raised.
Harry laughed and pushed aside his panicking relatives to move in front of the taller blonde. Harry grabbed Draco's wand hand, the wand still pointing towards the Dursleys, and directed it to his lips. He kissed the end of the wand first before flicking out his tongue to lick it. "Hi Draco," he said finally, his voice taking on a husky undertone. Draco gave an involuntary shiver and a small groan before ripping his wand away from his boyfriend's lips, stuffing it back in his pants and wrapping his arms around Harry's waist, dragging him forward to claim his lips is a bruising kiss. Harry let out a small groan at the contact and kissed back just as desperately, his arms rising to wrap around Draco's shoulders and his fingers twining in the silky blonde hair.
Draco forgot everything, the Muggle abode, the awful Muggle relatives; the only thing that mattered was Harry and the fact that he hadn't been able to sample him in almost two months. His hands drifted down to cup Harry's arse and drew him closer, their erections making contact. They both groaned lowly at the contact.
Their world was interrupted, however, by the sound breaking of glass. They pulled apart to look behind Harry. His relatives were all standing as far away as they could in the small hallway, their eyes wide, and faces pale. The fat child had tried to get away, but in his haste had knocked over a vase.
"Okay, so Draco's staying the night and then we'll both be gone by tomorrow," Harry told his relatives. He frowned when they didn't' say anything. He quickly figured out why. "Could you take the silencing charm off?" he asked Draco.
Draco snorted, his hands shifting to slide into Harry's back pockets. "Personally, I think that it's an improvement," he drawled. Harry gave him a pointed look and Draco sighed. "Fine." He pulled out his wand again and cast a silent Finite Incantartum. Harry nodded when he was again able to hear Dudley's whimpers.
He started to drag Draco to and up the stairs, telling his relatives on the way, "You probably won't see us for the rest of the day."
Draco snorted yet again and added, "You most definitely won't be seeing us for the rest of the day."
Harry laughed happily for the first time the whole summer. He continued to lead Draco toward the smallest room in the house. He opened the door and dragged his boyfriend inside before closing the door. Draco looked around the room, noting the broken Muggle toys and the sparse furniture.
"You weren't kidding when you were telling me about your room," he commented, staring curiously at the broken computer on one of the shelves.
"Of course I wasn't," Harry said with a roll of his eyes.
"And your bed!" Draco continued as if Harry hadn't even spoken. "It's simply atrocious! I will not be doing anything in that bed!" He waved his wand and instantly the bed changed from its plain metal frame to one of wood. The mattress shifted and bubbled, expanding with the frame, becoming softer as well. The plain sheets became satin of an emerald green color. He then conjured a blue and brown comforter and conjured up a few other pillows, all covered in emerald satin. When all was said and done, the bed took up most of the room, and was pushed against the wall by the window. Draco nodded in satisfaction. "It'll do for now," he sighed.
"It's only for one night," Harry reminded him.
"True," Draco conceded, perking up instantly. "And then I can take you to the cottage!"
"You found one suitable enough?" Harry asked in surprise. Sure, they had searched around during the past year, with permission from Dumbledore of course, but hadn't been successful in finding one that suited Draco's tastes.
Draco nodded excitedly, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist. "It's right by the sea without neighbors for miles, and it's relatively small, though bigger than this little hovel you've been subjected to."
Harry laughed. "Draco, you're idea of small is quite different from most people's," he pointed out.
Draco scoffed, "That's because most people aren't Malfoys." His expression became contemplative. "Aren't you going to thank me?"
Harry grinned. "Of course," he whispered. He leaned up and sealed his lips over Draco's. Both groaned at the contact and Draco cast a locking charm on the door, purposefully leaving out the silencing charm before discarding his wand and working on their clothes. Loud groans and moans filled the air, drifting down the stairs to the stunned and disgusted Dursley family. Vernon was so red that he was almost purple, his wife Petunia was white and faint looking, and the son Dudley was green in the face. Vernon quickly shuffled his wife and son out of the house and into the car for an impromptu trip to visit his sister Marge.
Back up in the bedroom of the Boy-Who-Lived-Twice, the two lovers lay contentedly upon the bed, cuddling in the afterglow and loving the fact of being together after two months apart.