（HP同人）secrets（英文版）分節閱讀 51

She stepped back, and Harry realized Draco was watching and the emotions flittering across his face seemed to be matching Harry’s, except Draco also added hope, and conversely, fear.

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“Are we really leaving the Manor and moving in with Potter?” Draco asked his mum.

“Yes,” Narcissa said.

“Oh,” Draco said, seemingly at a total loss for words.

“I reckon you might as well call me Harry, too,” Harry said dryly. “Especially since I think we’ll be sleeping together again.”

Draco was startled into laughter. “Looking forward to it,” he drawled.

* * * * *

Harry finally fell into bed, realizing that the next night he would likely be sharing it with Draco. Narcissa and Draco had left, declaring they would be back the next day, to stay. They would likely get little sleep, for they intended to pack everything that they could. They would go to Gringott’s first thing in the morning to withdraw funds and secure their accounts and then they would be back to stay with Harry.

Harry lay there, trying to figure out what the hell he thought he was doing. It made no logical sense whatsoever. He felt like he was being torn in a dozen different directions. Well, at least a half dozen—Malfoys, Dursleys, Snape, Weasleys and friends, Scrimgeour, the Order, and he couldn’t forget Voldemort.

He’d received the Owl from Scrimgeour. He was officially Victoria’s godfather. He’d stared at the document for a long time before carefully tucking it away in his trunk.

He could practically hear Ron shouting in his head that he was bloody mental, and couldn’t find it within himself to argue with that voice. It seemed his life just kept getting more complicated by the minute.

He looked around the darkened room. Surely it must have been a dream—or a nightmare. The Malfoys weren’t going to be moving into his room at the Dursley’s, of all places.

There was already his own bed, Victoria’s cot, and Winky’s small cot. He reckoned with a little rearranging they could make things work—somehow. He knew it wasn’t a joke that he and Draco would have to share. It was the only practical arrangement and they’d already managed it once before. He wasn’t sure how he really felt about it, though.

Then again, he wasn’t sure how he felt about anything anymore. Events seemed to keep spiralling out of his control. He found himself worrying about how Draco and Narcissa were faring at the Manor. Then he started wondering how Snape was going to feel about their disappearance. He still had no idea of how he was going to approach the man about this.

How was he supposed to explain that he had the Malfoys staying with him? Technically, he still had no proof that it wasn’t all some elaborate hoax. He didn’t think Snape would take it kindly that Harry was going with his gut instincts. Groaning, Harry buried his head under his pillow and eventually he fell into an exhausted sleep.

* * * * *

There was no sign of Draco or Narcissa before Harry had to leave to meet Snape at Grimmauld Place. He did think to warn his aunt that they would likely be arriving at some point, though. She hadn’t been pleased, but she had refrained from commenting.

Harry quickly discovered that Snape hadn’t arrived yet, and Harry couldn’t decide if that was a good or a bad sign. He found instructions left out for him on the workbench in the new potions lab. He didn’t know when Snape had left them, but it appeared he wouldn’t be meeting Harry after all.

Feeling like he was in detention, he got to work finishing shelving all the boxes of books. Then he set to work brewing potions, following the directions Snape had left for him. After several hours of work, he cleaned up. Feeling anxious, he popped back to the Dursleys instead of going straight to the Weasleys where he was supposed to be meeting Hermione.

He stepped into his room warily, not sure what to expect. He shut the door and leaned back against it.

The room had been rearranged. Harry’s bed was now shoved in the far corner. There was a new bed now in the opposite corner. Victoria’s cot was in between the two nightstands that stood next to the beds. Winky’s cot was at the foot of Narcissa’s bed. Harry’s desk was at the foot of his bed. Wardrobes flanked the doorway and a pair of comfortable looking chairs sat next to both beds, facing each other. That left a narrow walkway down the middle, and a small area for Victoria to play directly in front of her cot. Somehow, even Fawkes and Hedwig had a space in the room, perched at the side of Harry’s desk.

Harry stared in disbelief. They couldn’t really be planning to live like this. It was temporary, yes, but still. Narcissa was sitting in one of the chairs with Victoria on her lap. Draco was sprawled on his stomach on Harry’s bed reading a book.

“Good afternoon, Harry,” Narcissa said pleasantly.

“Afternoon,” Harry said dazedly.

“You smell like potions,” Draco said, wrinkling his nose.

“Yeah, I’ve been brewing,” Harry said absently.

“I can’t help, can I?” Draco asked.

“Uh, not at the moment,” Harry admitted. “But hopefully soon.”

Harry looked between them warily. “So, um, I gather everything went okay, then?” he asked.

“If you mean leaving our home behind and everything we’re familiar with to come live in this tiny room with you, then yes, it went okay,” Draco said, sounding resentful and bitter.

Harry sighed and looked down at his feet. He couldn’t really blame Draco for being upset about it all. He knew that Draco was ready to switch sides, but it didn’t mean that it was an easy adjustment.

“I’ll just go,” Harry said quietly, turning to leave.

“Harry, wait,” Narcissa said.

Harry paused and glanced at Narcissa. “There’s no reason for you to leave,” she said softly.

“I have to go to the Weasleys to sort out that article,” Harry said. “I just wanted to make sure you got here okay.”

“We’re fine,” Narcissa said gently. “It’s just a bit of a shock.”

Harry refused to turn around and look at Draco, but he nodded to Narcissa in acknowledgement. “I’m sure it is,” he said stiffly. “I’ll be back when I’m done.”

With that, Harry disappeared out the door quickly.

* * * * *

“What exactly is going on, Harry?” Hermione asked. “There has to be a really good reason you want to do one of these articles again.”

“I had a visit from Scrimgeour last night,” Harry said.

“What? Why?” Ron asked. “I thought you already told the git off last month.”

Harry shrugged. “He thought I’ve had ‘enough time to adjust’,” he said sarcastically.

“Bloody git,” Ron muttered, and Harry nodded in agreement.

“But why are you giving in to him at all?” Hermione asked, frowning in confusion. “You didn’t before. It makes no sense to do so now.”

Harry shrugged again. “He was ready to bargain with me this time,” he said.

Harry watched their eyes widen and he smirked.

“You bargained with the Minister for Magic?” Ginny asked.

Harry nodded.

“Wow,” Ginny breathed.