Harry stumbled a bit when he landed

Harry stumbled a bit when he landed, he knew what portkeys were, he had just never used one before, and he found the transportation method a bit disconcerting. Draco prevented him from falling by holding his arm and with a smile on his face he said.

"Welcome to Malfoy Manor."

Harry looked around, they were in, what he assumed to be, the entrance hall. Harry had to contain a smile, the place practically screamed 'we have money'.

The floor looked like black marble, or something like it, Harry was no expert in those things. The walls were a pearly white with several paintings hanging on them, giving the room some color. To his left was a fireplace with two big windows that occupied almost the entire wall on either side, showing part of the beautiful grounds around the manor.

"Yes Harry, welcome." the voice of Lucius Malfoy interrupted his observations, "I hope you make yourself at home. Until, approximately, mid-August it will only be the three of us; Narcissa, my wife, is in France attending several charity functions. She is sorry for not being here to welcome you, however it was impossible to alter the dates of the events and she couldn't miss it."

"It's alright Mr. Malfoy. I'm sure I will have the opportunity to meet Mrs. Malfoy at a later date."

"Hmm, then I shall be leaving you boys; I still have some work to do. If you need anything at all, find an elf to go find me Draco. I'll see both of you at lunch."

"It was much less formal than what I was expecting." Harry remarked, after Lucius had left them.

Draco laughed and started pulling him in the direction of the stairs that were on their right.

"At home my dad is much more relaxed than what he usually shows in public. You know how it is; generally Slytherins never stop using their masks unless they feel safe. Come, I'm going to show you your room."

In Harry's opinion it wasn't only the Slytherins that used masks, they were just more honest about it.

Harry took the opportunity to study the blonde while he was being dragged to his room. He was quite happy with Draco's reaction to what had happened. Harry admitted that he had lost control but he couldn't help it; as soon as Harry knew what the man wanted to do to him, he was dead. He could have killed him and made it look like an accident. Nobody would have blamed him, especially if he told them what the man had said, they would have just assumed that it was accidental magic because he was afraid. However the idiot had to dig himself in deeper and he lost it for a bit. For a few moments after he had killed the man he thought that maybe it had been too much for Draco, but before he could say anything the blond had whispered "He deserved it, what he said... What he wanted to do... He deserved it."

Harry had just nodded and they stayed silent, looking at the showcase. Harry could tell that Draco was thinking about something, but he wouldn't force him to talk about it; when Draco wanted to he would come to him he would.

"You will be sleeping here. My room is the first one on the left."

Draco's voice brought him back to reality and he noticed that he was in front of a door with Draco looking at him expectantly. He supposed that Draco wanted him to open the door, so he turned the doorknob and entered what would be his room for the rest of summer break.

Harry had to control himself to not show the surprise he felt. The room was huge, as far as Harry could tell his old room at the orphanage could fit five times in it. He wasn't really sure what to do with that much space, if he was being honest. The wall that faced the door was made completely out of windows, showing the vast grounds surrounding the manor. The room itself was decorated in shades of green and black. The double bed had what must have been dozens of pillows on it, starting at the foot of the bed with a really light green and as the pillows got closer to the headboard they would darken a few shades, it created a rather beautiful effect.

"I saw that you liked green, so I asked the house-elves to decorate your room in that color, do you like it?"

Harry could see that Draco was a little nervous, so he smiled and sincerely answered.

"It's perfect Draco."