Draco stopped straining his neck to

Draco stopped straining his neck to make sure the kids left the poor white peacocks alone to stare at Harry with an open mouth. "You are fucking with me."

"Nope." Harry shook his head grinning, somewhat stupidly he was sure. "I gave Fred and George the money to start the business. As repayment, I guess, they made me part owner."

"How in God's name did you get the money to finance something like Weasley Wizard Wheezes?" Draco demanded quite seriously. It seemed Harry's light comment had stripped Draco of his buzz.

Harry sat up from his lounging position and toyed with the leaves from a strawberry suddenly feeling self conscious. "I haven't told anyone this. The twins know -knew- whatever, but not even Ron and Hermione know." He took a deep breath realizing that he'd told Draco Malfoy something that not even his two best friend's know about him.

Sitting up with him, Draco flicked his bright pink straw back and forth idly. "Sorry I snapped, Harry. I was just surprised. I mean, they started that back before fifth year, where on earth did you get the money?"

"The Triwizard winnings." Was his simple answer.

There was silence before Draco simply murmured, "Oh."

"After the Tournament I tried to give the money to Cedric's parents. They didn't want it. I didn't want it or need it. My parents had left me more money than I could ever hope to use already." He shrugged and grinned somewhat sadly at Draco who seemed to be listening solemnly next to him.

"I really didn't want that money and as we were getting off of the train I remembered Fred and George and tossed them the whole bag. Told them they could use it to start their business as long as they bought Ron some new dress robes first."

Draco was surprised into a laugh that seemed to clear away the lingering ache that went along with the memories of the Tournament. Harry closed his eyes and let himself float on the sound for a moment before opening them again and looking back at Draco.

"So, you get a third of the profits,then." Draco surmised with a lingering of amusement in the upward curve of his lips.

He just shrugged. "I guess. I haven't really checked. They opened a separate vault in my name and have been dumping my share in there since the store opened. George asked me if I wanted to buy out half of Fred's share so we could split the profits fifty-fifty, but I didn't want to." He sighed and ran through his hair. "George should have it, you know."

He watched his messy headed companion for a moment then smiled sadly and nodded, reaching over and rubbing a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder. "I get it."

They sat in silence for a time before Draco decided he had better dispel the heavy atmosphere. Moving his hand form Harry's shoulder up to ruffle at his surprisingly thick soft hair, Draco grinned. "So, Mr. Potter, you are a successful business investor, then."

"I wouldn't call myself an investor." Harry laughed and batted at Draco's hand. "It's just the Wheezes I got a share in."

"You know," Draco drawled in that tone of voice the always meant a little bit of trouble, "Father is really good with money. You should let him invest some of yours. He'd make you twice as rich three times as fast."

"Three times as fast as what?"

He shrugged. "There's only one thing Father loves more than pure-blood tradition and that's money. You give him some of your money and he'll twist it and stretch it 'til the goblins'll be crying for mercy and digging out new vaults."

Harry just snorted and munched on a slice of cheese. Give Lucius Malfoy his money so that he becomes his financial adviser? Well, it was a thought. The Malfoy's certainly were rich enough.

"I always thought all of your money was inherited."

"Most of my money is." Draco conceded with a smug grin. "I get a hefty galleon from my shop in Diagon, and other bits and bobs I get up to." Harry didn't bother asking what bits and bobs exactly entailed. He figured it was best just not to know. "The Malfoy fortune has always been extremely large, and I'm not really bragging, but when my father inherited the Lordship from his father it wasn't really all that impressive. The fortune was about a sixth of what it is now."

Harry's eyes almost bugged out of his head, but Draco just kept going seeming not to notice his stunned silence.

"We could live off the interest naturally so what Father earned from sitting on the Board of Governors and his seat at the Ministry," what that was, Harry was unsure of and didn't want to ask, "went into business and property investments. Before the only Malfoy properties was this Manor and a moderately sized villa in the south of France. Now the properties include the building my shop is located in, several wizards housing complexes in the Wizards Quarter of London, a town house in London, an estate in Ireland somewhere and several others around Europe, and, I think, one in Brazil, but don't quote me on that." Draco pointed his finger at him.

Harry found it almost hard to breathe. "That's a bit excessive, don't you think?"

"No." Draco shrugged. "It's better to keep reinvesting the money and earning more than to let it sit and acquire dust in a vault miles under the ground."

Harry hummed. That was true. It also made him mildly guilty that he hadn't even touched much of his fortune from either the Potter side or the Black side.

The sound of laughter drifted over on the wind and Harry looked toward the pond where Lily was petting a large white swan that seemed to be suffering her cooing rather tolerantly. James and Albus were splashing around in the shallows while Scorpius seemed to be stalking that one unfortunate peacock that didn't seem to know it was in danger. He couldn't help himself he grinned.

Shooting a speculative glance toward Draco, Harry found him to have a soft smile on his face as he too watched the children get covered in dirt and have the time of their lives.

"What sort of investing does your father do now?" He asked neutrally.

"Hm? Oh, well, it's all aboveboard now. Back before the Dark Lord returned he would dabble in some not so savory deals here and there, but now for posterity sake everything he does is legal." He shrugged a little and glanced down at his hands still fiddling with his straw. "It wouldn't take much to get him thrown in Azkaban again, so I think he's trying to keep it clean."

Harry nodded. It made sense at least. He remembered the way Lucius had begged Voldemort in the Shrieking Shack to let him go to the castle so he could find his son. He'd seen that Azkaban had marked him then, and he was sure it still haunted the man to some extent now.

"How does he invest?" He asked again. Draco had answered part of his earlier question, but not all.

"Oh, you know." He frowned and waved a hand around distractedly. "Sound business ventures, financing promising entrepreneurs, real-estate, some donating thrown in there to make him look good -James! Watch that goose!-, I believe he's even looking into a man that wants to make a business out of converting muggle appliances and technology to work in a magical environment."

"Really?" That was a surprise.

Draco just shot him a little grin. "Opportunistic." Was his only answer.

Later that night while he laid a thoroughly exhausted Lily down in her bed and turned her night light on, Harry thought about his conversation with Draco.

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Draco dừng lại căng thẳng cổ để đảm bảo rằng các trẻ em trái con công nghèo trắng một mình để nhìn chằm chằm vào Harry với một miệng mở. "Bạn đang fucking với tôi.""Không." Harry lắc đầu grinning, hơi stupidly ông đã chắc chắn. "Tôi đã cho Fred và George tiền để bắt đầu kinh doanh. Như trả nợ, tôi đoán, họ làm cho tôi một phần chủ sở hữu.""Làm thế nào trong tên của Thiên Chúa đã làm bạn nhận được tiền để tài trợ cho một cái gì đó như Weasley Wizard khè?" Draco yêu cầu khá nghiêm túc. Dường như bình luận ánh sáng của Harry đã tước Draco buzz của mình.Harry ngồi lên từ vị trí lounging của mình và toyed với các lá từ một quả dâu tây đột nhiên cảm thấy tự ý thức. "Tôi đã không nói với bất cứ ai này. Cả hai đều biết - biết - bất cứ điều gì, nhưng không phải ngay cả Ron và Hermione biết. " Ông lấy một hơi thở sâu, nhận ra rằng ông đã nói với Draco Malfoy một cái gì đó mà hai tốt nhất của bạn mình không biết về anh ta.Ngồi với anh ta, Draco flicked rơm màu hồng tươi sáng của ông trở lại và ra nguyên nhân. "Xin lỗi tôi gãy, Harry. Tôi đã được chỉ ngạc nhiên. Tôi có nghĩa là, họ bắt đầu rằng trở lại trước khi thứ năm năm, nơi trên trái đất đã làm bạn nhận được tiền?""Chiến thắng Triwizard." Là trả lời đơn giản của mình.Có là sự im lặng trước khi Draco chỉ đơn giản là murmured, "Oh.""Sau khi giải đấu tôi đã cố gắng để cung cấp cho tiền để Cedric của cha mẹ. Họ không muốn nó. Tôi không muốn hoặc cần nó. Cha mẹ tôi đã để lại cho tôi tiền nhiều hơn tôi bao giờ có thể hy vọng sẽ sử dụng đã." Ông shrugged và grinned một chút buồn bã tại Draco người dường như để nghe đã long trọng bên cạnh anh ta."Tôi thực sự không muốn tiền đó và như chúng tôi đã nhận được giảm giá của tàu tôi nhớ Fred và George và tossed chúng túi toàn bộ. Nói với họ họ có thể sử dụng nó để bắt đầu kinh doanh của họ miễn là họ mua Ron một số áo choàng ăn mặc mới lần đầu tiên."Draco là ngạc nhiên vào một cười mà dường như để xóa đi đau nán lại mà đi cùng với những kỷ niệm của giải đấu. Harry nhắm mắt của mình và để cho mình nổi trên âm thanh cho một thời điểm trước khi mở chúng một lần nữa và nhìn lại Draco."Vì vậy, bạn nhận được một phần ba của lợi nhuận, sau đó." Draco phỏng đoán với một nán lại vui chơi trong đường cong trở lên của đôi môi của mình.Ông chỉ shrugged. "Tôi đoán. Tôi đã không thực sự kiểm tra. Họ đã mở một vault riêng biệt trong tên của tôi và đã bán phá giá chia sẻ của tôi trong đó kể từ khi cửa mở. George hỏi tôi nếu tôi muốn mua trong một nửa của Fred chia sẻ, do đó chúng tôi có thể chia lợi nhuận năm mươi năm mươi, nhưng tôi không muốn." Ông thở dài và chạy qua mái tóc của mình. "George nên có nó, bạn biết."Ông theo dõi đồng hành hướng lộn xộn của mình cho một thời điểm sau đó cười thật đáng buồn và gật đầu, đạt hơn và cọ xát tay an ủi trên vai của Harry. "Tôi nhận được nó."Họ ngồi trong im lặng trong một thời gian trước khi Draco đã quyết định ông đã tốt hơn xua tan bầu không khí nặng. Di chuyển bàn tay của ông hình thức Harry của vai lên để ruffle tại tóc mềm đáng ngạc nhiên dày của mình, Draco grinned. "Vì vậy, ông Potter, bạn là một nhà đầu tư kinh doanh thành công, sau đó.""Tôi sẽ không gọi cho bản thân mình một nhà đầu tư." Harry cười và batted ở bàn tay của Draco. "It's chỉ các khè tôi nhận một phần trong.""Bạn biết," Draco drawled trong đó giai điệu của tiếng nói có nghĩa là luôn luôn một chút chút rắc rối, "cha là thực sự tốt với tiền. Bạn nên để cho anh ta đầu tư một số của bạn. Ông sẽ làm cho bạn hai lần như phong phú ba lần như nhanh.""Ba lần nhanh như những gì?"Ông shrugged. "Có chỉ có một điều, Cha yêu thương nhiều hơn truyền thống tinh khiết máu và đó là tiền. Bạn cho anh ta một số tiền của bạn và ông sẽ xoay nó và kéo dài nó đến khi các yêu tinh sẽ khóc cho lòng thương xót và đào trong hầm mới."Harry chỉ snorted và munched trên một miếng pho mát. Cho Lucius Malfoy tiền của mình vì vậy mà ông trở thành cố vấn tài chính của mình? Vâng, đó là một ý nghĩ. Của Malfoy chắc chắn đã được phong phú, đủ."Tôi luôn luôn nghĩ rằng tất cả tiền của bạn được thừa kế.""Hầu hết tiền của tôi là." Draco thừa nhận với một grin smug. "Tôi nhận được một thuyền buồm nhượng từ cửa hàng của tôi trong Diagon, và khác bit và bobs tôi nhận được lên đến." Harry không bận tâm yêu cầu những gì bit và bobs chính xác ghi. Ông figured nó là tốt nhất chỉ không biết. "Tài sản Malfoy đã luôn luôn rất lớn, và tôi không thực sự khoe khoang, nhưng khi cha tôi thừa kế các Lordship từ cha nó đã không thực sự tất cả những gì ấn tượng. Các tài sản là về một thứ sáu của những gì nó là bây giờ."Harry's mắt hầu như nghe trộm ra khỏi đầu của mình, nhưng Draco chỉ giữ sẽ dường như không để thông báo sự im lặng choáng váng của mình."We could live off the interest naturally so what Father earned from sitting on the Board of Governors and his seat at the Ministry," what that was, Harry was unsure of and didn't want to ask, "went into business and property investments. Before the only Malfoy properties was this Manor and a moderately sized villa in the south of France. Now the properties include the building my shop is located in, several wizards housing complexes in the Wizards Quarter of London, a town house in London, an estate in Ireland somewhere and several others around Europe, and, I think, one in Brazil, but don't quote me on that." Draco pointed his finger at him.Harry found it almost hard to breathe. "That's a bit excessive, don't you think?""No." Draco shrugged. "It's better to keep reinvesting the money and earning more than to let it sit and acquire dust in a vault miles under the ground."Harry hummed. That was true. It also made him mildly guilty that he hadn't even touched much of his fortune from either the Potter side or the Black side.The sound of laughter drifted over on the wind and Harry looked toward the pond where Lily was petting a large white swan that seemed to be suffering her cooing rather tolerantly. James and Albus were splashing around in the shallows while Scorpius seemed to be stalking that one unfortunate peacock that didn't seem to know it was in danger. He couldn't help himself he grinned.Shooting a speculative glance toward Draco, Harry found him to have a soft smile on his face as he too watched the children get covered in dirt and have the time of their lives."What sort of investing does your father do now?" He asked neutrally."Hm? Oh, well, it's all aboveboard now. Back before the Dark Lord returned he would dabble in some not so savory deals here and there, but now for posterity sake everything he does is legal." He shrugged a little and glanced down at his hands still fiddling with his straw. "It wouldn't take much to get him thrown in Azkaban again, so I think he's trying to keep it clean."Harry nodded. It made sense at least. He remembered the way Lucius had begged Voldemort in the Shrieking Shack to let him go to the castle so he could find his son. He'd seen that Azkaban had marked him then, and he was sure it still haunted the man to some extent now."How does he invest?" He asked again. Draco had answered part of his earlier question, but not all."Oh, you know." He frowned and waved a hand around distractedly. "Sound business ventures, financing promising entrepreneurs, real-estate, some donating thrown in there to make him look good -James! Watch that goose!-, I believe he's even looking into a man that wants to make a business out of converting muggle appliances and technology to work in a magical environment.""Really?" That was a surprise.Draco just shot him a little grin. "Opportunistic." Was his only answer.Later that night while he laid a thoroughly exhausted Lily down in her bed and turned her night light on, Harry thought about his conversation with Draco.