All I've Got

Chapter Six

The ride back to number 12 Grimmauld Place was quiet, the only sound being the occasional meow of a rather cranky Crookshanks.

"Okay, what's going on?" Tonks asked. She was sporting blood red, waist-length hair that day.

No one answered. After a moment, Hermione sighed. "Harry and Malfoy are dating. Ron's upset about it."

"And why's Ron in bandages?" Moody growled, shooting Harry a knowing look.

"'Cause Harry punched me!" Ron hissed. "I was just trying to talk to him, and he attacked me!"

"Just trying to talk to me?!" Harry shouted. "You couldn't leave it alone, could you?! You didn't do enough damage telling the whole bloody school, so you had to go and see what else you could get out of me?! Oh, Skeeter'll have a fun time with this!"

"Ah, now I understand," Tonks smiled. "You know, this would make a great soap opera."

Harry glared at her, and she grinned.

"I was just joking, Harry," she chuckled. Lighten up."

"Well sorry for not feeling in the joking mood," he hissed, staring at the window determinedly. "Can we just drive? I don't want to talk about it."

"Harry," Hermione whispered, patting his arm. He pulled away, growling.

**

"Harry, Ron, Hermione!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, running up to them. "Oh, I missed you!"

Harry avoided everyone's gazes. He knew that most of them had heard by now. And he knew what was coming...

"How was your school year?" Lupin asked, rather tense. "Did you have fun your last year?"

Harry barely stifled a snort. Fun? Yeah, right.

"Yeah, it was alright," Ron sighed, walking slowly towards the huge mansion. "Loads of fun. Especially there at the end, just a blast."

"What about you, Harry?" Lupin asked smiling at him. "Have fun?"

Harry didn't answer. Lupin knew. Why was he bothering to ask? And did he really expect an answer, anyway?"

"Oh, c'mon, Harry, it's not that bad!" Tonks exclaimed happily, putting an arm over his shoulders.

"Yeah, not that bad," Harry growled. "My best friend only betrayed me and told the whole Wizarding world the ONE thing I wanted to keep a secret. And for a good bloody reason, too!"

He stormed into the mansion and ran straight up the staircase, all the way to the top floor, where he ran into the last room in the hall and slammed the door shut behind him.

Buckbeak jumped at the noise, but the hippogriff soon realized that it was only Harry and settled back to his bed.

**

"What?!"

Harry sighed. "You heard me, Draco."

Draco shook his head. "Harry, come on! You have to be kidding!"

"I'm not!" Harry hissed. "And I don't intend on talking to any of them! Because none of them understand!"

"If they're as much your family as you've said, then they'll all understand if you explain!"

"Ron didn't!" Harry exclaimed. "He's like my brother! And if anyone would understand, it would be him!"

"Granger's okay with it, right?"

Harry nodded. "But that's different."

"How is that different?!" Draco hissed. "The Weasley girl's okay with it! They don't care! They're still your friends, right?!"

"Draco..."

"Don't, Harry," Draco sighed. "You know I'm right."

"No, Draco." Harry pointed to the door of the apartment, which had just opened.

A thin man stood there, smiling at the two of them. "Go on, please," he said. "I'm still trying to figure out what you two are talking about."

"You don't know--"

Harry clasped his hand over Draco's mouth before he could finish and whispered, "He's a Muggle, idiot. Don't say anything. Let me do everything, okay?"

Draco frowned, but didn't comment.

"So what were you two talking about?" the man asked as Harry and Draco followed him into the apartment.

"None of your--"

Harry stepped on Draco's foot.

"Ouch!" he whined. "That hurt!"

"I told you..." Harry hissed. "Don't!"

The man sighed, brushing back his light brown hair. "Okay then. Would you like to take a look around?"

Harry nodded and smiled, walking into the living room.

Draco followed him frowning. "It's dull. It's too... white."

Harry rolled his eyes. "It's our first apartment, Dray. It's not supposed to be all that great. We'll get a better place in a while, but right now, this is, basically, what we can afford."

"What about... Wizarding neighborhoods?" Draco asked quietly. "We have enough money for a bloody mansion there!"

"Yeah, and we'd be broke after that! No food, water, electricity, clothes..."

"Alright, not a mansion. But a house? A duplex? A bloody trash can?! I don't care, I just don't want to live with Muggles!" Draco hissed.

"God, Draco!" Harry growled. "Let's just look at this place! We'll look at a few Muggle houses, then we can look at all the bloody Wizarding neighborhoods you want. Okay?"

"Fine," Draco sighed.

Harry nodded and walked into the kitchen. Draco was about to follow when the man walked into the room and shut the door, blocking Draco's way.

"So," he smiled. "Your name's Draco? That's a strange name."

"No, it's unique," Draco hissed. "There's a difference."

"Well, it's a nice name," the man said. "I'm Nathan. Nice to meet you." He held out his hand, and Draco shook it.

"Is that your brother in there?" Nathan asked.

"No, he's my boyfriend," Draco drawled, looking around the room. "We just got out of school."

"Oh. You two act like brothers. Fight a lot?"

"That's none of your business," Draco sighed, trying to hide his disgusted look. "That's between Harry and I."

"Harry?" Nathan asked. "As in Harry Potter? I should've known. It's note very day that a Harry and Draco come walking in here."

"You're a wizard?" Draco asked, confused.

"No," Nathan smiled. "I'm a squib. But my sister's a full witch. She tells me all about what's going on. And the latest news is you and Harry."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "That's nice. Look, can I go in and get Harry now, or are you going to lock him in there?"

"Can I tell you a secret first?" Nathan asked.

Draco sighed. "Whatever. Just hurry up."

Nathan leaned in to Draco and whispered, "You can do much better than Potter."

^_^

"Why'd you have to break his nose?!" Harry exclaimed, running into the nearest alley.

"He tried to grab my ass, Harry! What was I supposed to do?! Say 'Oh, right, my boyfriend might catch us'?!"

"It's better than breaking his fucking nose!" Harry shouted, pulling out his wand.

Draco pulled out his own, and with two loud cracks, they disapparated back to Grimmauld Place.

"Come on, we're going to explain to them," Draco said firmly. "They'll understand."

"No, they won't!" Harry hissed.

The door opened, and Hermione sighed. "Harry, come on! Just because Ron was being a prick about it doesn't everyone else will!"

"Tonks was okay with it," Draco pointed out. "You said it yourself."

"And Lupin hasn't even said anything," Hermione put in. "And if he doesn't it won't be that he disagrees with it! You need to let them know about this!"

"Why?" Harry asked. "They'll find out as soon as the Daily Prophet's out, anyway. Why do I have to tell them?"

"In case they get upset about you not telling them," Hermione pointed out. "They might have wanted to hear it from you."

"That's just too damn bad," Harry grumbled, stomping into the house. "C'mon, Draco, we can Floo over to the damn Wizarding neighborhood."

Draco smiled, following Harry in. "You're giving up on Muggles?" he asked hopefully.

Harry stopped and turned to face Draco. "No, I'm not giving up on Muggles. I'm giving up on you around Muggles."

"Whatever," Draco muttered, looking around. "Well, I haven't been in here before. Nice place."

"Not nice," Harry growled. "More like... haunting." He grabbed some Floo powder from a bowl on a shelf and threw it in the fire. "After you."

Draco rolled his eyes, climbed into the fire, and called, "Merlin's Hollow."

**

"Think this place'll be any good?" Harry asked sarcastically, staring around at the huge living room.

"I don't know, Harry, it seems awfully small," Draco sighed, rolling his eyes. "Come on. I wanna see the rest of this place."

They both walked to the nearest door, and Draco pushed it open.

A young woman stood in what appeared to be the study, her back turned to the door, reading a book.

"Uh," Draco said loudly, "we're here to take a look at the hosue?"

She turned around, startled, then smiled. "Oh, right. Sorry. I almost forgot about you." She flipped back her long black hair and walked over to them. "I'm Jenni. You must be Mister Potter, and Mister Malfoy?"

Harry smiled. "Yes," he replied, shaking her outstretched hand. "Call me Harry."

She ushered them into the study.

"Before we begin the tour, I must tell you that you'd be sharing this house with my Mum and I," she smiled. "I hope you don't mind. There's more than enough space here, with two kitchens, four bedrooms, and three separate bathrooms. I don't think it would be a problem, if you're worried about privacy."

Draco frowned, but Harry nudged him in the ribs and shot him a dirty look.

"That wouldn't be a problem," Harry smiled.

"That's great!" Jenni exclaimed. "Sorry about the forwardness, but it would be an honor to share a house with the Harry Potter!"

Draco grinned, but didn't say anything.

"I'm sure you get it all the time," Jenni continued.

"Yes, unfortunately," Harry muttered. Draco elbowed him slightly.

"Well, shall we continue? We'll have plenty of time to chat later..."

She lead them through another door. A gigantic spiral staircase lead up to the next floor.

"Up here will be your bedrooms," she sighed. "One kitchen's up there, too. And a bathroom."

"Seems nice," Harry muttered in Draco's ear as they walked up the oak staircase.

"What, the girl, or the house?" Draco hissed.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Both, Dray, but don't worry: I'm not planning on shagging with her--yet." He smirked triumphantly at the look of horror on Draco's face.

"It was only a joke," Harry chuckled.

"I know--I just got a really bad mental image!" Draco muttered, shaking his head. "That was disgusting. I'm gonna have nightmares tonight."

"Don't worry, I'll make them go away," Harry whispered, kissing Draco's neck quickly.

Draco shivered slightly. Harry had hit a tender spot...

**

"So did you find a house?" Ginny asked as Harry and Draco climbed back out of the fireplace.

"Yep!" Harry said happily, sitting down on the couch next to her. "It's perfect! The house is bloody huge! And the yard is twice as big as the house! We could keep a dragon back there!"

"Don't get any ideas," Draco hissed. "I don't want to have to put up with a dragon."

"Ah, but dragons are cool," Harry complained, pouting playfully.

"Are you sure you're not Hagrid's son?" Draco asked sarcastically.

"Dray, can I point something out?" Harry asked. Draco nodded. "Your name is Draco. And if I'm not mistaken, Draco means dragon in Latin. So you're a dragon. Therefor, I basically have to like dragons."

"Know-it-all," Draco frowned, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"God, you two are immature!" Ginny chuckled. "Enough about dragons! Tell me more about the house."

"We're sharing it with--"

"A bloody scank," Draco cut in. "She was all over you, Harry."

"That's not true!" Harry protested. "She was just being friendly!"

"Oh, yeah, 'It would be such an honor to live with the Harry Potter!' Just friendly my ass!" Draco mimicked.

Harry grumbled and sighed. "At least she didn't try to grab my ass!"

"Well she would have if I weren't there!" Draco shouted. "And Nathan got what he deserved for it, didn't he?!"

"Wait!" Ginny exclaimed. "What the Hell are you two talking about?!"

They both sighed.

"Our new 'roomie' was flirting with Harry," Draco said, trying to calm himself. "She was all over him! And I was standing right there!"

"No she wasn't Draco," Harry hissed through gritted teeth. "She was being friendly. And even if she was flirting with me, what makes you think I like her?"

Draco seemed appalled at first, but sighed. "I don't know. It just bugs me to see people throwing themselves at you."

"When have they thrown themselves at me?" Harry asked stubbornly.

"All the time in school," Draco hissed, his voice suddenly taking on a cold edge. "Everywhere I turned, it was Harry Potter this, and Harry Potter that, and I wonder who Harry potter's asking the dance, and I hope Harry's going to Hogsmeade so I can try to seduce him again!"

"Okay, Harry, what do you think about this?" Ginny asked eagerly.

"What are you, our shrink?" Harry hissed.

"Well, it looks like you need one," Ginny retorted. "I'm just offering my free services. So, what do you think about it?"

"I think you're bloody mad, Draco," Harry sighed. "Maybe a couple people like me, but you're blowing it way out of proportion. I never gave you a reason not to trust me."

Draco sighed and looked at his hands. "I know," he muttered after a moment. "But.... I don't know. It just bugs me. I know that when we were in school, they didn't know we were a couple, but couldn't they have guessed you were dating someone?"

"Obviously not," Harry muttered, pulling Draco onto the couch next to him. "Look, Dray, I'm not interested in those people. I'm not interested in Jenni. And I think she realized that. Just give this place a try, and if she makes a move on me, hen we'll look for something else. Okay?"

Draco nodded slightly and sighed. "Alright, I'll give it a try."