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FIC: Unlimited Partnership H/D - 1/3
Title: Unlimited Partnership 1/3
Author: rickey_a
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~14,200 (posted in 3 parts due to size)
Warnings: None
Originally posted for a slashfest request by gossymer: 20 something Draco Malfoy, small time entrepreneur, divorcee and father, hires one Harry Potter for a promising new business venture - preferably something not very scandalous at all. I want something that feels real - where both characters have matured but still tend to rub sparks off each other.
Additional Summary: Divorce sucks even if you're gay and your marriage had the sole purpose of producing an heir. His old plan in tatters, Draco begins to formulate a new plan. Harry Potter becomes his partner and Draco is definitely, most definitely, not in love.
Story first posted: May 11, 2007
A/N: This was a blast to write. I must thank gossymer for such a wonderful plot bunny and also for making the icon. Beta thanks to libgirl and zebraspots05 for combing through this big bad boy.




Draco Malfoy sat at the end of his thirty foot long mahogany dining table. A large pile of parchment sat and seemed to mock him as he signed the final piece with the flourish of his quill. He stared in disbelief at the title: Notice of Dissolution of Marriage. He couldn’t believe it had come to this. Pansy had been his best friend, his confidant and his wife. How could she do this to him? He had offered her everything and denied her nothing. For eight years it had all worked according to plan. They had been happy, hadn’t they?

Shortly after the war, Draco had come to realize that he needed an heir. Pansy, his closest friend, was certainly looking to improve her status in the post-war Wizarding world. Even with the Ministry of Magic demanding a hefty fine from Draco to settle the Malfoy estate, he was still one of the wealthiest Wizards in Great Britain. He volunteered for every last committee the Ministry set up for aide and restitution for those who had been affected by Death Eater crimes. Most importantly, Draco was determined to restore respect and admiration to the Malfoy line.His heir had not yet been born, but that did not matter. Such things took time. Empires took planning. Sure he was a flaming homosexual, but that was a minor point. Pansy knew and she didn’t care. She agreed that the plan was brilliant. They would marry. She would be Lady of the Manor and have complete access to the Malfoy millions and in return she would bear his child. To the Wizarding World they would be a family of honour and they could have their discreet dalliances on the side. It was foolproof, and they were fools.

Draco made a very big production out of the courtship and engagement. The ring was an obscene family heirloom that was noticeable from ten paces. The wedding was considered the biggest social event of 1999. They honeymooned for two months all over Europe. And then, a year and a half later, Orion was born.

Orion Draconis Malfoy was a gorgeous child by anyone’s standards. He had the Malfoy blonde hair and fair skin, but his features were softened by the infusion of Parkinson blood. His eyes were a deep blue, almost violet in certain lighting. Most of all, he was Draco’s pride and joy. Orion belonged to him. Pansy was a loving although somewhat detached mother. They had a fine nanny and several house-elves to help raise the child. Draco was extremely involved and certainly in charge of all decisions regarding Orion’s health and wellbeing.

For eight years the plan had been flawlessly executed. The Malfoy name was returning to its previous glory. Orion was a delightful although a bit overindulged six-year-old who was the darling of Wizarding High Society.

Pansy and Draco had both found physical comfort in the arms of handsome and discreet men. They happily lived together. They often dined as a family. They attended social functions as a couple. They hosted parties at the Manor. There was nothing suspicious about separate bedrooms for couples of such large estates.

Draco couldn’t believe that at twenty-eight-years-old he would have to start over again. Well not completely over, he had Orion.

“Fucking Italian Quidditch mother fucker!” barked Draco at his pile of parchment. Draco couldn’t even remember the chaser’s name, lots of C’s and L’s and it ended in an I.

The whole mess had started last year when Zabini married a young Italian Witch. Blaise was one his best friends and Pansy immediately formed a tight friendship with the new wife, Isabella. The Zabinis were the only ones who knew the true nature of his and Pansy’s marriage. Soon the two wives were going away to Italy for a weekend of shopping and Quidditch. Pansy had never been a Quidditch fan, so it was no surprise to Draco when he found out that Isabella had set Pansy up with a friend of hers on the Italian national team. Draco was convinced it was just a phase. For many months he saw very little of his wife.

Then last month Pansy came to him and said she wanted out. He couldn’t believe it. She had lost her mind. He accused her of horrible things and she retaliated with some pretty nasty name calling as well. He told her that the Manor and Orion were his and that she would have them over her own dead body. The fight was of epic proportions. He thought the threats would cause her to reconsider and stay. He was shocked to find out that he was wrong. She agreed to give him full custody and would take nothing from the Manor in return for a hefty monetary settlement and visitation rights. In a million years he would never leave Orion. He thought they were the same. It saddened him to realize that he had been mistaken.

As he sat and stared at the pile of parchment that represented the last ten years of his life, Draco became furious. So he started to think. He did his best thinking when he was angry. He needed a new plan to ensure respect for Orion as well as a way to replenish some of the Malfoy coffers. He had spent the last two years getting his curse breaker’s license. It had started out as a hobby that kept him busy in between his various committee meetings. Perhaps he would be able to use it. He could set up his own business, one to be held in the highest esteem. He would need another name, one with experience and without the Death Eater taint. Draco went to his study and began to make notes. Such an undertaking necessitated careful planning. He owled his attorney a copy of the divorce papers along with a letter asking for possible candidates to hire. Draco considered some of the more successful Gringrotts or top Ministry Wizards and Witches. Yes, this was going to take painstakingly intricate planning.

It wasn’t until two days later that Draco realized how important his new plan was to become. There all over the Daily Prophet society pages was the news of his divorce and Pansy’s tell all story. In great detail it described Draco’s taste for men and many affairs, along with her need to get out of the sham of a marriage and move to Italy with Fabrizio Cuccalari.

“That fucking cunt!” Draco looked around and was relieved to see that Orion had not yet come down for breakfast. He needed to take care of the language he used in front of his son, especially regarding his mother, even if the shrew had sold him out and jeopardized her own son’s future. All Draco could think was that he had been wrong, so very wrong. But no matter, he had Orion and the outline of his new and brilliant plan.

When the owls came later that morning he carefully and precisely penned “No comment” to every last one.

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The next week, Draco went to the Ministry Office of Business Affairs to check on the status of his application for an Independent Investigator’s license. Red tape seemed to be in play so he stopped by Hermione Granger’s office, no, Granger-Weasley’s, he corrected himself. As a direct advisor to the Minister, she was fairly high up on the food chain. No doubt Potter had specifically got her into that position, but her hard work and genuine ingenuity had earned her respect both inside and out of the Ministry offices. She handled post-war reconstruction for several years but was now an all-purpose player of sorts, and most importantly, she was Draco’s friend.

Draco had defected from the Dark Lord’s ranks and sought refuge with the Order of the Phoenix in the final eight months of the war. Despite high suspicions, he was brought into Number 12 Grimmauld Place and he had spilled every ounce of information he had on the Death Eaters. Over time, and quite surprisingly, it was Granger of the Golden Trio that he had actually formed an alliance of sorts with. He helped her with her research, and his knowledge of Dark Arts was invaluable to the team. He had saved her arse on more than one occasion and both found a way to trust and respect each other. Potter and Weasley lowered their wands and tolerated him, or rather Draco tolerated them, because of her. In the years after the war, Hermione and Draco served on several committees together and found themselves in an unlikely friendship. They had even attended each other’s weddings. The simple fact was that they indeed did want many of the same things for the post-war world and even found that they enjoyed each other’s company. Who’d have thought?

Draco knocked on the open door and poked his head into Hermione’s office. “Hello. I’m not disturbing you, am I?”

Standing to greet him, Hermione motioned to the open guest chair across her desk. “Hi, come on in. Haven’t seen you in a few months.”

“Well things have been rather busy,” Draco said sadly taking a seat.

“Yeah, I can imagine. Sorry about Pansy,” Hermione offered him with a concerned look. “I saw the papers. I tried to stop the printing, but came up short. Are you all right?”

Draco had always suspected that Hermione had long known his sexual preferences and the nature of his marriage, but to her credit she never said anything.

“I’m fine,” he said, matter-of-fact. “But I did come by to ask a favour of you.”

“Of course. Anything.”

“I’ve a license application that seems to be stalled in Business Affairs. I’m hoping you can move it along for me.”

“Absolutely,” she said with a warm smile. “And let’s have lunch next week.’

“Yes, let’s,” Draco said standing to leave, attempting to avoid a serious conversation. “Thank you.”

She walked him to the door. “I’ll look into to it straightaway.”

He was almost out the door when she placed her hand on his shoulder and said, “And Draco, take care of yourself, okay?”

Draco nodded with a forced smile. He had more pressing things to take care of than himself.

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The following day, Draco decided to take a break from all his planning and spend time with Orion. Amazingly, Orion was dealing quite well with Pansy’s moving out of the mansion. Draco was wondering just when it would catch up with the little tike. He took Orion for a walk and a bit of shopping in Diagon Alley. They stopped at Fortescue’s for an ice cream. Draco had been so captivated with watching Orion eat his triple fudge sundae that he hadn’t noticed any of the other patrons.

“Papa?” asked Orion looking at another table.

“Yes?”

“Is that Harry Potter?”

Startled Draco looked over to where Orion was staring. There was Harry Potter eating ice cream with a child, who could only be a Weasley, approximately Orion’s age. It had been at least two years since Draco had last seen The Chosen One.

“Yes, it is,” Draco answered his son. “And how do you know about Harry Potter?”

“Corintha told me about him.”

Ah, the Nanny. Draco smiled at his son. “She did, did she?”

“She showed me his picture in the paper. He destroyed You-Know-Who.”

“That he did.”

“Can I meet him? Corintha said you know him.”

And she came so highly recommended. “Sure.” Draco was going to have a talk with the nanny that evening.

Orion stood first and walked over to Potter and Draco followed. Potter looked over and caught sight of Draco. They exchanged curt nods as Orion arrived at the table.

“Hello,” Orion said completely uninhibited. “You’re Harry Potter.”

“Yes, I am. What’s your name?” Potter asked with a childlike gleam in his eye.

“Orion Malfoy,” the boy said with pride.

“Well Orion,” Harry said, “this is Charlie Weasley.”

The boys exchanged shy smiles. Draco now realized that this was Hermione and Ron’s oldest boy. He thought it strange that while he spent so much time with Hermione at official meetings and even working lunches, he had never met her children.

“Hello Charlie,” Draco said holding out his hand to the boy. “I’m Draco Malfoy. I know your mom and dad.”

“Oh, I’ve heard of you,” Charlie replied as he shook Draco’s hand.

“Did you really kill You-Know-Who?” Orion asked Potter.

“Orion!” Draco admonished the boy for his rudeness.

“It’s all right,” Harry said with a twinkle in his eye. “I did and your dad was a big help.”

Orion looked up lovingly at his father who was desperately trying to keep from rolling his eyes.

“Would you like to join us?” Harry asked.

Orion nodded and scurried back to his table to bring his ice cream over.

Draco found it thoroughly absurd that he was sitting next to Harry Potter and watching the Vanquisher of the Dark Lord eat the most revolting monstrosity of an ice cream sundae. They talked about the weather and the stores they had been to in Diagon Alley.

Potter looked over at Draco and asked, “Don’t you eat ice cream?”

“I’m not much of a sweets eater,” Draco answered with a bit of disdain.

“That’s too bad,” Potter replied with a chuckle and stuffed his face with another, larger spoonful.

Draco believed that Potter could probably eat six of those sundaes everyday and not gain an ounce. It was just one more reason to hate The Chosen One. But in reality, Draco had stopped hating Potter long ago. They had come to a truce near the end of the war and even though they had never become mates or anything, they had managed to be in each other’s company at various social functions.

Potter had played professional Quidditch for several years, but since then Draco could not remember the last time he had seen him.

“We’re heading to the park, if you’d like to come,” Potter offered waking Draco out of his thoughts.

Orion looked excited about the idea, so Draco walked with Potter and the Weasley child to the Wizard Play Park just off Diagon Alley. The play structure was charmed so that the slides and tunnels seemed three times longer than they actually were. The kids seemed to love it. The two war heroes sat on a bench nearby to watch them.

“Sorry about Pansy,” Potter said trying not to look at Draco.

“Thanks. Just because we weren’t a romantic couple, doesn’t mean it hurts any less.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“That’s okay. I have no idea why I just said that,” Draco admitted.

“Probably because you’re getting tired of people telling you how sorry they are.”

Draco looked Potter straight in the eyes. He had never remembered Potter as being so forthright. It was a tad unsettling. Draco supposed Potter must have changed just has he had over the past ten years.

“Malfoy?” Harry questioned softly.

“Sorry, got lost there for a second.”

“Forgot to turn off your inner monologue?”

Draco laughed at that. Who knew Potter was witty, too?

“Something like that,” Draco replied. “So what have you been up to?”

“Not too much lately. That’s why I have Charlie today. I help Molly out a couple days a week, so she just has the baby.”

“Hermione had him last year, right?”

“Yes, Darius is fourteen months.”

Trying to remember the bits and pieces that he had heard about Potter after the war, Draco realized that he truly didn’t know much about the man. The last serious talk they’d had was shortly before the final battle. Hermione had insisted. Draco had gotten drunk with Potter and they had settled all the bad air between them. Potter had gotten his detailed explanation as to why Draco had defected and Draco had gotten an explanation and an apology for the Sectumsempra incident. They had talked about their upbringings and shocked each other with the horrid tales of their childhoods.

“What did you do before becoming a part-time nanny?” Draco asked unable to contain his curiosity.

“Well I played seeker for the Canons for four years up until last fall.”

“I’d heard that. Why’d you quit?”

“Tired I guess. Right after the war I spent two years in Auror training with Ron. He stuck with it, but I figured out that wasn’t what I really wanted.”

“What did you want?” Draco couldn’t help but want to know what the Savior of the Wizarding World wanted out of life.

Potter looked at Draco thoughtfully before answering, “I don’t know. I took a couple years off. Did a bit of traveling. It was Ron who suggested Quidditch. What about you?”

“I wanted a son,” Draco said in earnest as he watched Orion climb a large tower of monkey bars.

“Well you’re doing well then.”

“I guess I am. The whole Pansy thing really threw me. I thought she wanted the same things. We had an agreement. We were a family. Not in the conventional sense but we were a family.”

Potter nodded.

“I can’t believe I just told you that. You’re the first person I’ve ever told that to,” Draco said eyeing Potter curiously. “Why is that?”

“Dunno,” Potter muttered with a small shrug before turning his attention back to the children.

The wheels in Draco’s head began to turn. Potter: instant name recognition, Auror training, vanquisher of the Dark Lord, bored, nothing to do and a natural curse breaker. In fact, the most impressive curse breaker of modern times. No, it was mad. It would never work. Sure they were on speaking terms, but they had never really gotten along. Yet here they were getting along now. Crazy, I must be insane. I’d have to make him think of it or better yet Hermione. He’d have to come to me. He’d never go for it. Wake up Draco he’s staring at you.

“You okay?” Potter asked. “You drifted off again.”

“Fine,” Draco smiled. “I was just thinking of something. Orion heard about the Muggle zoo and has been begging me for months. To be honest I don’t feel comfortable with it. Do you think you could come with us, you and Charlie?” Take the bait. I need the time.

“Sure,” he responded quickly. “Charlie would love it. How about Friday?”

“This Friday?” That’s good. Give me a few days to put everything in motion.

“Yeah. I told Molly I’d take Charlie that day.”

“Sounds good. We can meet here.”

“Great.”

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Over the next several days Draco began the initial work of setting up his new business. A real estate agent was scouting both leased space and real estate to buy. Draco was leaning towards the latter option. There was no reason to have to deal with a landlord and the real estate would make a good investment. Besides the tax benefits made it more advantageous. He met with his solicitors and reviewed the list of several candidates from the recruiter. Bill Weasley was listed. Perfect. He set up and conducted several interviews with potential candidates but specifically Bill Weasley. The oldest Weasley was known for being an excellent curse breaker but Draco didn’t think he had the right personality for them to work together. The important thing was that the news get back to the Golden Trio.

On Friday he met up with Potter and they took the young boys to the zoo. There had only been a few instances when Draco had been in the Muggle world. Each time was a horrible experience and he ended up a veritable puddle of raw nerves; however, the zoo trip was quite enjoyable. The children had a great time. Draco was amazed at how relaxed and playful Potter could be. He supposed it was living a lost childhood.

Just as anticipated, Potter brought up the Draco’s new business venture very casually over lunch.

“So, Hermione told me that you filed for a business license with the Ministry. She said something about curse breaking,” Potter said making small talk, but Draco could see the curiosity in his eyes.

“Yes. After Pansy left, I really felt the need to create something good for the Malfoy name. I decided to put my curse breaker license to use,” Draco said trying to play it cool.

“You think there’s a business in freelance curse breaking?”

Draco could see the wheels turning in Potter’s head. This was going to be easier than hexing caged doxies. “I did some preliminary research. I looked at the Wizarding papers and documented stories of unsolved cases. I checked with the Ministry as well. I figure only twenty percent actually get reported and the rest people just want to keep under wraps. There’s certainly a business for discretion and keeping things out of the Ministry and I estimate the Ministry has their own set of hushed cases.”

“Hermione would be a good person to ask about that,” Potter added helpfully.

“I intend to talk to her.” Draco let the conversation drop but he could see the interest dripping off Potter’s chin.

At the end of the day they parted at Diagon Alley.

“Well this was fun,” Potter said almost as if asking a question.

“Thank you for going with us. Seriously Potter, I think it’s healthy for Orion to be exposed to the Muggle World, in small doses of course. I think it’s something I would have been better for.”

Potter stared a Draco for a long moment before replying, “You surprise me.”

“Why?” Draco eyed him carefully.

“Because you’re not who I thought you were.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“Yes.”

“Good bye, Potter,” Draco said playfully.

The children said their goodbyes as did Potter. They nodded at each other and Disapparated with their respective child.

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Draco’s plan was working better than expected. On Saturday, he received an owl from the Granger-Weasley’s inviting him and Orion over for Sunday dinner. He’d bet a million Galleons that Potter would be there as well.

As he prepared to use the Floo with Orion, Draco thought it strange that he had been friends with Hermione all these years and yet this was the first time he had ever been invited to their home. They lived in a small house in Ottery St. Catchpole not too far from the elder Weasleys. Draco supposed that was so the Mother Weasley could watch the kids while Hermione and Ron worked on their careers.

When they arrived, Draco was pleasantly surprised that their small cottage was very clean and tastefully decorated. Draco handed Hermione a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc from his family vineyards for them to enjoy with dinner. They met the youngest son, Darius, and then Hermione led them into the dining room. And as predicted, Harry Potter was there. Draco was ever thankful that he was the only additional guest. He didn’t think he could have taken anymore Weasleys.

Dinner was quite agreeable and filled with small talk of Weasley’s latest Auror escapades and talk of Ministry politics. The children talked about their zoo visit. Draco couldn’t help but notice that Potter was quiet and studying him throughout the entire meal.

After dinner, Darius was put to bed and Charlie and Orion became engrossed in a game of Exploding Snap.

“So my brother Bill told me that he interviewed with you,” Weasley asked Draco as Hermione set four espressos on the table.

“Yes, he was referred to me by a recruiter. I’d say he’s in the running,” Draco replied trying to squelch the butterflies in his stomach. It was show time.

“What about, Harry?” Hermione asked with a friendly smile.

“What about Harry?” Draco feigned confusion.

Hermione nervously looked over to Harry and back to Draco.

Potter smiled and then commented, “I might be interested.”

“I seriously doubt you’d be interested in working for me,” Draco countered with a bit of a sneer.

“I certainly wouldn’t want you as my boss, but I might be interested in a partnership.”

That hadn’t factored into Draco’s thinking. He figured Hermione must have suggested it. It wasn’t a bad idea. Potter had capital and it would minimize Draco’s own risk.

“What do you think?” Hermione asked.

Draco took a sip of his espresso and stalled for as long as possible. “Perhaps.” Draco pulled out his wand and cast a quick spell. Several pieces of parchment appeared in his hand. “Here,” he said giving them to Potter, “read these and see what you think.”

“What is it?”

“My business plan.”

Potter looked perplexed.

“Potter, you’re an idiot. You don’t just rush right in and put together a business out of thin air.”

“I’ll read it,” Potter said resolutely, seemingly not insulted.

“I’ll read it too,” Hermione added.

Draco nodded. “That’s probably a good idea. I’m looking at potential office properties tomorrow morning.” He turned his full attention on Potter, “Why don’t you come along and see if we can’t agree on something? We can discuss your thoughts on the business plan over lunch.”

“I’m available.”

“Good.”

“I even have a name: Potter-Malfoy Unlimited,” Potter said confidently.

“The business term is limited, you twit.”

“It’s a play on the word,” Harry answered good-naturedly.

“Oh, that’s actually very good, Harry,” Hermione chimed in.

Draco could hear the astonishment in her voice. He mulled it over for a moment. “Hmmm, not bad after all, but shouldn’t it be Malfoy-Potter?”

“No, Potter-Malfoy,” Harry replied calmly without the barest hint of confrontation.

“Fine. If we can manage to agree on a property and not hex each other to bits in the process, I’ll change the name on the business application. Although I can’t imagine how this is possibly going to work.”

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They met the real estate witch just outside Honeydukes. Millicent Heffalump nearly fell over herself gushing about the honour of meeting the great Harry Potter. Draco kept his tongue in check, giving up on several snide responses.

“We’re looking in here?” Potter asked as she led them into a side entrance next to Honeydukes.

“Yes,” Millicent explained, “this building has been on the market for a while now. I think you could get a great deal. The office is just up these stairs here. Honeydukes is only four years in on a fifty-year lease that can’t be broken by change in ownership. Most people want the whole building.”

They followed her up to the office space. It was a good size room, certainly large enough for the two of them. It had a nice view out over Hogsmeade.

They looked at three more properties that morning. Draco told Millicent that he’d owl her later with their decision. Harry returned with Draco to the Manor for lunch with Orion.

“So what did you think?” Draco asked Potter. He was curious to see if Potter had more than two brain cells to put together.

“I think the Honeydukes building is the best deal.”

“Ooooh,” Orion sighed happily. “You’re going to buy Honeydukes?”

“Just the building, luv.” Draco turned his attention back to Potter and teased, “Are you sure it’s not your sweet tooth making the decision?”

“No. All the rest are really too big and we’d have to find someone to take a lease.”

“Very good Potter. There’s also one more reason,” Draco said full of confidence.

“What’s that?”

“The three L’s of real estate.”

Holding a fork of roast chicken, Potter stared blankly at Draco.

“Location, location, location,” Draco clarified.

“Oh, but it’s not like we need to get walk-ins off the street. People will come seek us out if they have curses they can’t handle on their own, won’t they?”

“True, but we need to be seen. You certainly have the name recognition, but we need to become more familiar on a personal level. You’ve been a recluse the past few years and it’s not like people really saw you before that either. Flying up in the air at a Quidditch match doesn’t really count. They’ll see us walking through the streets of Hogsmeade. They’ll see us buying our morning tea or having lunch at the Three Broomsticks. We’ll be part of the community and they won’t be afraid to come to us.”

“Why Hogsmeade? Why not Diagon Alley?”

Draco smiled and replied, “Now you’re actually thinking. I like the idea of keeping a safe distance from Gringotts and the Ministry. It’ll keep the people from associating us with them. Also Hogsmeade is more homespun, closer to the everyday Wizard.”

“You’ve certainly given this a lot of thought,” Potter said, impressed.

“Business is not something to be entered into lightly. I want to create something that will last, something that I can grow and that Orion will be proud to inherit.”

Potter gave another one of his appraising stares. Draco eyed him back and asked, “What?”

“Nothing,” Potter replied obviously covering. “Owl Millicent and put my name on the bid.”

“You want to give this a go, then?”

“Yeah, I do,” Potter answered emphatically.

“Good. Meet me at the Ministry tomorrow and we’ll add your name to the business filing. I’ll owl my solicitor to draft a partnership agreement.”

“Just one more thing.”

Draco raised an eyebrow.

“Call me Harry.”

“Why?”

“We need to call each other by our first names. Our school days are long gone.”

“Fine, Harry,” Draco drawled out feeling the word strangely leave his tongue.

“Brilliant. Draco, everything is delicious,” Harry said in an oddly friendly tone.

To which Draco replied, “Good, I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” This was going to take some getting used to.

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