Title: Territorial Bliss
Pairings: Harry & Draco, Hermione & Ron (Forgive me for the H/R pairing)
Date: June 8, 2010
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor are the characters mine. I just like playing with their minds and in their world. J. K. Rowling owns everything.
WARNING! This story contains a male/ male relationship, including male kisses and male intercourse. If you don't like it; DON'T READ IT! You have been warned. I don't want any flames because of this relationship or pairing. Thanks, countryangelheart
Background Info: After the war ended, Hermione and Ron eloped. (Who knew Ron had it in him?) This predicament left Harry seeking a roommate when it came time to find an apartment for the duration of his auror training. (There was no way he was sharing an apartment with the newlyweds, even if Ron was going to be an auror also.) So without further ado…
Must be in the process of training to be an auror.
Between the ages of 18-25.
Need to know how to cook and don't bother wasting my time if you're a slob.
Will have to share a room and bathroom. Rent is $500/month. (Sorry guys I only know U.S. currency.) If interested please come by for interview at 119 Riverside Ave. Ask for Potter.
On the other side of town the young man set down the Daily Prophet. "Potter?" "I wonder."
The next day, mid afternoon, the same young man walked up Riverside Avenue. It looked to be a quiet street except for the large apartment building that sat in the middle of the street on the right side. The building was three stories high and done in red brick. In front was a long sweeping gravel pathway that led to the street and around the side of the building where he could only guess what was there. There were several oak trees framing the building and from his view point he could see that someone had put up a tire swing on one of the branches. "Rubbish," he muttered sweeping up the pathway.
He yanked on the door handle and to his surprise it didn't come open. He yanked on it again. It still didn't budge. "What the hell?" He glanced around and noticed that to his right was a metal panel filled with a bunch of small buttons. One of them had a label that said entry. He pressed it and was startled when a voice came out of the box.
"State your name and your business." Draco gaped at the box. He was too startled to do anything but comply with the request.
"Draco Malfoy. I'm here for an interview with Potter."
"One moment, please." A minute later the voice was back. "He says he doesn't have an interview scheduled with you." Draco was close to cursing until he remembered he should state why he was here for the interview.
"It's about his ad in the paper."
"One moment, please." Draco was getting tired of that voice already. "You can come in." Two seconds later there was a buzzing sound and the door in front of him opened.
"About time," Draco muttered and stepped around the still opening door. Up until that moment he had not been able to see the woman who had been sitting at the large desk behind the door he had just been on the other side of. Draco took it she was the one who had answered the door; because she looked up at him and said, "Mr. Malfoy, you'll find Mr. Potter's door on your right, last door." Draco nodded his head and began making his way down the hall.
The thick white carpet padded his footsteps as he made his way down the long hallway. It only had three doors in total. One looked like it led to a supply closet. Finally, he reached the last door and raising his hand he knocked three times in quick succession. Within moments the door opened to reveal a disheveled Harry Potter.
"Come in, come in," he said motioning Draco in. "Please sit." Harry motioned towards a black velvet couch that was stretched out in front of an impressive fireplace. "I'll be with you moment." As Draco sat down on the couch, at once sinking into its depths, and sniffed the air it became obvious that he had interrupted Harry cooking something.
"Damn it." This curse came from what Draco supposed was the kitchen. Draco smiled; he had been doing this a lot lately since the end of the war. He got up and walked over to the doorway he had seen Harry disappear into only to find Harry standing in front of the stove glaring at the remains of what looked like some kind of pasta in the bottom of the pot.
"Do you need help?" Harry jumped and turned to find Draco leaning against the doorframe smiling at him.
"I asked if you needed help," said Draco shoving off the doorframe and coming into the kitchen. He looked at the remains in the pot and then back up at Harry. "It looks like you could use some." Harry was still looking at him with a shocked expression on his face. "Remember, need to know how to cook was one of your qualifications," he said. "Now what were you trying to make?" Draco rolled up the sleeves on his dress shirt.
"Shrimp scampi." Draco began looking through the cabinets and fridge oblivious to Harry standing in the middle of the kitchen watching him.
"It looks like you have all of the ingredients to do it again except for the shrimp. Why don't you run to the store and get some while I start it again? By the time you get back the noodles should be ready." Harry could only nod still shocked by the fact that Draco Malfoy was standing in the middle of his kitchen looking very much at home.
When the door closed behind Harry Draco breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the counter. Since the door had opened and he had spotted Potter behind it his world had been turned upside down. He hadn't heard from Potter since they had left Hogwarts after the final battle. Of course, he had kept tabs through the newspaper. That had led him to find the ad Potter had placed. He was currently training to be an auror. After all, who better to catch Death Eaters, than a previous Death Eater? Draco shook his head. He had better get back to work. Harry would be back soon, and this may be the deal breaker in getting to be Harry's roommate.
Only when Harry was walking back from the store, which was right up the road, did he realize that he had left Draco Malfoy alone in his apartment. He could be looking snooping around his apartment right now! Harry raced up the gravel pathway, keyed his way in, raced past the woman at the front desk and hallway, and only slowed down once he reached the door. Taking a deep breath he unlocked his door and peered cautiously inside. He could see that Malfoy had shed his jacket over the back of the couch, something he had failed to notice earlier. His shoes had also been tucked in place beside the door.
"In the kitchen." Harry dropped his keys in their custom place, a bowl beside the door, and walked into the kitchen. Once inside he stopped dead in his tracks. Draco Malfoy was standing barefoot in the middle of his kitchen with his sleeves rolled up and his tie loosened tasting some type of sauce.
"There you are. Taste this," said Draco holding out the spoon to Harry. Harry's hand immediately wrapped around Draco's and guided the spoon to his mouth. Cautiously he flicked out his tongue to taste the white sauce that covered the spoon. Once the sauce hit his taste buds Harry moaned and closed his eyes.
"Dear God," he said licking his lips to get every last bit. When he finally opened his eyes he found Draco staring at him with wide eyes. "That's amazing."
"Thanks," said Draco a little on the breathless side. "I didn't expect you to be gone so long, so I started the sauce as well."
"Yeah. The stupid man behind the counter was trying to cheat me on the shrimp. It was only when I threatened to call his manager did he give me the right amount." Draco laughed and Harry paused to listen to the sound. Harry then watched as Harry spooned the sauce over the already drained noodles.
"You don't mix it?" Draco turned to Harry.
He shrugged. "I never have. I find that I like it better if it's in layers and then I mix it on my plate." He then watched as Draco used a quick spell to heat the shrimp and then spread it evenly over the top of the noodles and sauce. Just then the oven went off.
"What's that?" Draco bent down and removed a pan from the oven and turned to Harry. Harry looked down to see mouthwatering, homemade, garlic breadsticks.
"I made them while I was waiting for the sauce to simmer and the noodles to cook." Setting the pan down Draco pulled out a plate and placed a breadstick on it. "This is an extra," he said. "I made it so you can try them." Harry accepted the plate and took the still steaming breadstick off the plate. "Careful, there's cheese in the middle!" Draco warned as he bit into it. Malfoy must have cast a quick cooling spell because the breadstick was perfect as he bit into and sooo good. Harry ate every single bite and was licking the melted butter and garlic off his fingers when he finished. When he finally set the plate down he looked up once more to find Draco watching him.
"Where did you learn to cook?"
Draco flushed as he answered. "I taught myself. When I went home in the summer my parents were often traveling and I hated to bother the house elves." Harry's eyes widened. Draco continued oblivious to Harry's reaction as he was looking down. "So, after several burned dinners I went to a bookstore and got some cookbooks. Upon finding out that I disliked their recipes I began to make my own. What you just tasted," he said motioning towards the scampi and the empty plate, "is the result."
"So," said Harry. "You can cook and I know you're not a slob. You're obviously a male and you meet the age requirement. The only question is, are you training to be an auror?"
"Yes. You can ask Kingsley if you don't believe me." Harry looked at Draco.
"I believe you." Draco looked at Harry.
"You do?" Harry nodded.
"So you meet all the requirements and you can afford the rent. There's no doubt about that. So, if you don't mind me asking, why aren't you living with your parents? Surely there's enough room in that mansion of yours for all three of you."
"If you must know, my parents just renewed their vows and now they're on their second honeymoon."
"To top it off," said Draco. "They decided recently to try to have another baby." Harry stared at Draco.
"You have to be kidding me." Draco shook his head.
"I wish I was. Since they decided to have another baby they've been like teenagers again. You can't get them off each other. It's sickening."
"Well," said Harry. "You can look at it this way. If they do have another baby, you'll no longer be an only child." Draco looked at Harry.
"Yeah. Well, I'll have a sibling that'll be young enough to be my own child. Did you ever think of that?" Harry just shook his head.
Silence reigned for a few moments before Draco spoke up. "What were you doing cooking? It isn't dinner yet. This will be cold."
"Actually, I was cooking it to take to the Weasley's. They like having dinner early." Harry looked at his watch. "I should be there in another half hour." He looked back up at Draco.
"Well," said Draco. "If you're going to let me move in with you I'll come back tomorrow and we'll discuss the details. Otherwise, I'll just go so you can get ready." Draco started to move out of the kitchen but was stopped by Harry's hand on his arm. He looked down at it and then back up at Harry. Harry blushed and dropped his hand.
"Listen, I don't mind if you move in with me. Whenever you're ready is fine. I don't have to work tomorrow anyway. However, I wanted to ask you something." Draco tilted his head. "Well, since you cooked and it's obviously better than going back home to watch your parents fawn all over each other. I was wondering if you wanted to come with me. Molly always cooks enough to feed an army." Draco looked at Harry. He considered refusing for a second, but was stopped by the expression in Potter's eyes. It almost seemed hopeful.
To Be Continued
Author's Note: So this is my first installment in Territorial Bliss. It will be posted every Saturday until there are no more chapters. (If for some reason the newest chapter is not posted on Saturday, by 11 p.m. you, will find the reason why on my profile. Thanks!) I have no idea how it's going to turn out or how many chapters it will contain. So, I'm asking that you stick with me for the ride because it's going to be wild. Until next time, countryangelheart!
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