Truth or dare (vol. 2)

The second part of a cringe-fest

Enjoy! (Also I know it isn't Christmas but I wish it was so I'm writing about it.)

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-SB

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The manor was bigger than Harry remembered. Then again the last time he was here is wasn't worried about the size, only how to get out.

"Would you rather sleep upstairs or down?"

"Uh.... I guess you can pick?"

"Alright, ill put you down the hall from me until you're more comfortable with the house."

"Yeah that sounds good." Harry said. He held two small cases of his things in his hands. Awkward silence filled the room, Malfoy tried to fill it.

"Are you hungry?" Malfoy checked his watch. "It's almost dinner time."

"Oh sure. I could eat."

"Lovely"

A tall man appeared practically out of nowhere in a suit and tie.

"Mr Malfoy. Your guest I presume?"

"Yes Trevors, this is Harry Potter. Potter this is Trevors."

"Great to meet you." Harry said, shaking Trevors' hand.

"May i take your bags?" The man asked.

"Oh...yeah of course."

"Thanks Trevors. I'm going to let him stay in six b."

"Of course sir. I'll make sure it's all ready."

"Great. Thanks man."

Malfoy walked down the corridor and Harry decided he should probably follow him. The walked for af least two minutes through winding hallways and long corridors.

"Last time you were here...." Malfoy started, filling the silence yet against.

"Wasn't very pleasant." Harry finished.

"Yes. I..." Malfoy look down as he walked. "I did things I regret. I'm sorry Potter. I should've done more but.... I was afraid."

"I understand what that's like. I forgive you."

Malfoy smiled.

Harry took a minute to notice him. He had grown a mullet out, and had it tied in a bun. He'd always been tall, but Harry never really understood just how tall he was. He was at least six two, definitely much taller than Harry. He worked out. There was no question about it. His shoulders were broad, and the muscles in his back were visible through the tightness of his pine green jumper. His slacks were dark grey, and held up by suspenders hidden under the sweater. He was certainly something to look at.

"Here we are." Malfoy broke his trance.

"I- woah." Harry stared. They were in a dining room at least three times the size of the Dursley's entire house. A huge table with tons of seats around it was smack in the middle, and one end was piled with enough food and drink to feed the Weasley's twice over.

"It's a lot of food I know." Malfoy steered him towards a chair, pulling it out. Harry sat and Malfoy pushed him in.

Malfoy sat at the head of the table, the seat next to Harry, and began filling his plate with food.

The silverware alone was giving Harry a headache.

"Just use whatever utensils you want, I'll teach you what they're all for some other time."

Harry sighed with relief and picked up a fork. He took a strip of steak, some fried potatoes, and some vegetables. He then picked a small sparkling glass from the middle of the table and examined it. He took a sip, and his head became pleasantly light for a second. Then he ate to his hearts contempt.

"You all finished Potter?"

"God...Yeah. I think I'll explode if I eat anything else."

"Same here. I'm gonna head up to bed, do you want to see your room?"

"That'd be awesome, thanks."

Malfoy led him up a huge marble staircase and down a long hallway, he turned again, and then pointed to a closed door.

"My room. Should you need anything."

Harry nodded and continued to follow Malfoy down the corridor.

Malfoy stopped again.

"This will be your room." Malfoy opened the door with a satisfying click. Harry stepped in to the dark room.

"I'll leave you to it." Malfoy said, using his wand to light a candle on a dresser before shutting the door with another click.

Harry stared. The room was humongous. Decorated with Gryffindor colors, and canons posters, there was a king size four poster against the wall, a ridiculous walk in closet in the far corner of the room, and several desks and dressers. Harry could see a bathroom on the opposite corner of the closet.

He walked over to one of the dressers and pulled it open. His few things had been organized in the dressers drawers.

He walked to the next dresser and pulled it open. There was an abundance of clothing in all of the drawers. A note was in the top one with neat loopy handwriting. "I got McGonagall to tell me your size. There's casual and dress clothes in here, with robes and other stuff in the closet. Let me know if you need more. -Malfoy"

Harry reading it once more before digging around in the drawers. There was enough clothing in here to last him a bloody century! And he hadn't even looked in the closet yet. He walked to the huge room, and saw more cabinets. He pulled one open and saw an array of silk. He reached out and pulled a hanger down. Pajamas.

He now owned a cabinet full of pajamas. For Christ's sake this was ridiculous. How much money had Malfoy spent on him for the love of god!

He kept the pajamas he'd pulled down and stripped down to his socks. He figured a fresh pair of underwear would do him good,so he grabbed those before sliding into the sleepwear. He groaned when he pulled the pants over his hips. They were the most comfortable thing he'd ever worn. He unbuttoned the shirt and then rebuttoned it halfway up, not bothering to do the rest.

He blew out all the candles that had somehow lit themselves, and then the last one by the door. The room went dark and Harry stumbled his way to the four poster. Once he found it he sat his glasses down on the bedside table.

***

Harry jumped, shorting forward in bed. Yelling was echoing down the hall. He opened his door, wincing when the clicking noise loudly announced his presence. No one was outside his door, he sighed with relief.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU WENCH!" Malfoy's voice roared.

"I am simply trying to ask a few questions!"

Rita skeeter. God damnit this would be just lovely.

"At three in the bloody morning! Get out!"

"Is Harry Potter staying in your room?" She asked. Harry tilted his head over the balcony and saw them in the entryway. He ducked down, peeking over the railing.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Is Harry Potter in this house?"

"Skeeter. I will sue you of everything you own."

"Fine, fine. I'll find out though."She seethed stepping towards the door.

"Skeeter?"

She swiveled. "Yes?"

"Let me find you as a bug in my house and see what happens." His voice had turned cold and menacing, it sent chills up Harry's spine.

She gulped.

"Am I clear?" Malfoy growled.

"Y-yes. Yes." She gathered her composure and left.

"Lock the house down, transfiguration lock spells everywhere."

"Yes sir." Several members of the house said, hustling off.

Malfoy apparated somewhere, and Harry turned to go back to bed. He walked directly into Malfoys chest.

"I figured." The blonde laughed.

"What?"

"You're incredibly nosy Potter. If you haven't noticed."

"What was that about?"

"Skeeters being nosy."

"Oh. Nothing new than?"

"Nope. Go back to bed Potter." Malfoy walked down the hallways towards his room.

Harry followed suit and went back into his own room.

***

Harry woke with a start. Light flooded in the room through the curtains, he sat up. He looked around the room, and at the clothes on the floor. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and grabbed his wand off the bedside table. He didn't remember putting it there, but things seemed to be appearing out of nowhere, his glasses had been cleaned. He suspected the manor staff.

He cast a temperus charm and sighed. Ten o'clock. Sheesh.

He walked out in the hallway just as Malfoy did. Harry turned scarlet. Malfoy didn't have a shirt on. And by god was it a good look on him.

"Morning sir." Trevors said with a yawn, handing him a small list.

"Thanks. Shit! I had to be at the pitch hours ago!"

"Yes sir I was going to wake you and then decided to let you sleep in."

"Please decide differently next time!" He yelled from his room. He came out with his pants and knee pads on. He had more pads clamped in his mouth, and was buttoning up his shirt. He ran down the stairs, jumping over the banister. He quickly pulled on his robes and acciod his broom before running out the door.

"Breakfast Mr. Potter?" A voice behind him asked

Harry jumped and turned to the voice, looking in the eyes of a young woman maybe a few years older than he was.

"Uh yeah that sounds great." His stomach rumbled on queue.

****

The bitter cold was biting at Harry's nose and stinging his cheeks. The wind whipped around him as he approached the ticket booth with a herd of Weasley's behind him.

"You really think he would do this Harry?" Fred asked.

"Yeah, pay for all of us? Seems a little too good to be true."

Harry ignored the twins and instead walked up to the covered area, thankful for the brief shield from the wind.

"How many?"

Harry looked down at the woman sitting in the booth. He turned back to the Weasley's for a head count.

"One two three four...." he pointed at each of them as he counted, then started mumbling the numbers.

"It's a shame bill couldn't come. Ginny said."

"Yeah." Ron mumbled.

"Uhh. Ten." Harry said turning back to the lady and handing her the tickets.

She fingered through them, looking irritated.

"These are invalid." She sighed tossing them back through the counter.

"Sorry?"

"Whoever gave you these didn't get your real tickets. A prank or a mistake. They aren't real."

"We'll come on them Harry. You tried love." Molly said, shaking her head and beginning to turn her children away.

"POTTER!"

Harry's head snapped to the right, towards the pitch entrance. Malfoy was sprinting towards him in full uniform with at least twenty people trying to get autographs,and two body guards trying to keep them away.

Malfoy stopped in front of him panting. He took a deep breath and then stood up straight, taking the tickets from the counter.

He dug around in his pockets, then turned to his body guards who were keeping out a ridiculous herd of women.

"You got a pin Tom?"

"Yeah here." He hissed, pushing a girl back.

Draco grabbed the pen and began scribbling on each ticket. Harry looked at the loops and realized it was his signature.

"They're box seats, for the team members guests, so I gotta validate them with a signature." Malfoy explained signing the last one and handing the stack to Potter. He squeezed his shoulder and started sprinting back into the pitch.

"God damnit." The guard named Tom grunted, running.

"It wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't so damn fit! He's impossible to catch!" The other one laughed, running after Malfoy.

***

An attendant had to help them find there seats, but it turned out they got a perfect view right next to the lockers and bench. They could speak to the players if they wanted to, it was so cool. The area they were in was also a flat concrete row with high seats, so they could walk all the way around the pitch while staying in their row.

"Hey! Potter, granger!" Hermione and Harry turned and saw Pansy with a toddler holding her hand, a baby in her arms.

"Hey Pansy!" Hermione greeted with a smile. "I havn't seen you in ages."

"Yeah, I had to visit my babies. They stay with my mother during the school year, but I get em over break. I miss them so much!" She kissed the toddler until he giggled and ran circles around her.

"When Draco coming?!" The little boy screeched.

"When the game is over you silly goose."

Harry grinned. "When is it starting?" He asked.

"Should be any minute now."

Malfoy ran up from the locker room and cheering roared in their side of the stadium as the rest of the team ran out. Harry clapped and Pansy screamed.

Malfoy hustled over to them, stopping at Pansy.

"This cold is a sin." He mumbled, kissing pansy's cheek. He had to lean over the rails in place to reach her baby. He kissed the child as well.

"Draco!!" The toddler screeched running over to him.

Harry had a hard time not admiring the canons uniform on Malfoy. He looked amazing.

Draco laughed and pulled the toddler up.

"You gonna give me good luck today mate?"

"Yup. Just like last time!" He giggled.

"Alright. I'll see you after ok?"

"Ok!" The toddler grinned as Malfoy sat him back down.

A loud voice boom over the stadium, and Harry could see the man using his wand to amplify his words, standing just a few meters away.

"Attention on the pitch! The game shall be starting in two minutes! Kevin Broadmore will start for the falcons, Draco Malfoy on the Canons! Then we have-"

He began listing the players from each team, thanked the refs and coaches, and then they moved out onto the field.

Malfoy stuck out his hand to the falcons seeker but he ignored it and gave a rude smirk. He said something to Malfoy that made the blonde stop. He kept walking after a few seconds, and shook his head.

Harry could hear them yelling from his vantage point.

"LETS CONQUER SOME BIRD ASS!" Gordon Horton yelled with a laugh, taking his place on the pitch.

"GOTTA GET OUR STREAK BACK MALFOY! NO PRESSURE!" The beater Joey Jenkins cackled.

"SHUT IT YOU LOT YOURE GETTIN IN MY HEAD!" Malfoy yelled back, turning and facing the falcons seeker.

"Goodluck gentlemen." Harry heard the red say loudly enough for most of the players to hear.

She snapped the box open and bludgers and quaffles flew out, while the snitch seemed to be still in the box. Apparently not because Malfoy had shot up towards the sky. The falcons seeker followed him.

The wind was stink going his eyes now, he didn't know how Malfoy was flying without goggles. Harry heard a loud buzz, a familiar one. That of a snitch. He realized this meant the snitch was close enough for him to hear it, and before he could duck Malfoy flew past with such force the managers coffee flew out of his hand.

"SORRY DORKINS!" Malfoy screamed over the wind.

He was up in the sky again, and it seemed that the falcons played just couldn't keep with him. Malfoy had ridiculous vision if he could see it.

Two bludgers flew directly at Malfoy, and he swerved up and right to avoid them. They targeted another player as Malfoy continued his pursuit.

"TOP LEFT MALFOY!" Dragomir gogavitch, the chaser, yelled.

Malfoy ducked as a quaffle narrowly missed his head.

The falcons seeker was now aimed straight for Malfoy, flying right towards him. Malfoy didn't notice, his focus still on the snitch inches in front of him.

The seeker made a circle, and flew for Malfoy again. Without second thought he smashed into the blonde and he fell, the falcons seeker grabbing his broom before he could.

"WHAT THE HELL!!!" Ron screamed. "The ref didn't call it!?! THE FUCKIN REF DIDNT CALL IT!"

Harry grabbed the rail as Draco fell to the ground, the chaser for the canons grabbed the blondes discarded broom and chucked it towards Malfoy in a fleeting attempt to help him, the other players tired to reach him. A bludger flew under him and connected with his head, knocking him out. He continued his decent, with the entire audience in uproar, screaming.

Jenkins swept down grabbing Malfoy seconds before it was too late and bracing as they both smashed into the ground with little cover.

They laid Malfoy on the ground, checking his pulse.

"Jesus Christ." Joey said.

The manager poured some freezing water over Malfoy and he shot up, coughing.

"Are you okay man?!?"

"Streak's back." Malfoy groaned, dropping his head back.

"No brother, we didn't get it. We will next time."

"Wasn't a question." Malfoy smirked as he closed his eyes, coughing a little. His leg was mangled, Harry couldn't look, he didn't understand what the blonde meant.

"What do you mean man?"

Draco unfurled his hand, in it was the snitch, buzzing softly.

"Streaks back." Joey said.

"Streaks back."

"YES DRACO! FUCK YEAH WERE BACK IN BUISNESS BABY!"

The team cheered until the referee came off the field. Then The whole stadium was cussing and screaming, throwing things at him and yelling curses. He didn't call the play, and Malfoy was laying on the ground with his leg in the wrong direction!

Malfoy was loaded on a stretcher as the Weasley's screamed insults at the ref, leaning over the rail and yelling as loud as possible. Even Molly was showing her true colors, her face turning red partly because she was so angry, and partly because the wind had picked up.

Harry watched them take Malfoy out of the stadium and he watched with scared eyes. The blondes career had just started! What if this injury put him out of quidditch for good?

(I want to get you guys something to read, so I'm doing this is parts..... anyways part three should be out today or tomorrow)

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