Unexpected Visitors
Pinky the house elf announced two gentlemen who would like to speak with the Malfoys about an urgent matter.
“And who exactly dared to interrupt our breakfast?“ Lucius inquired a little annoyed that his lecture – he once again surpassed himself with his speech, really, he was on a run – was cut off.
“Pinky is very sorry, sir, for disturbing your meal. One of the gentlemen introduced himself as Mr. Sirius Black, sir“, Pinky answered with a shaky voice. “The other one is a Mr. Harry Potter. Pinky will iron her fingers as punishment for letting them in, sir.“
Describing the expressions on the faces of the Malfoys as shocked was the understatement of the year. The first to gain control over her facial features was Narcissa Malfoy. She told the house elf to lead the gentlemen into the drawing room where all visitors were received, and get tea ready. Then she turned to her confused husband and son.
“Well, I guess we should go and find out what they want.“ And with that she shoved both males out of the dining room. The family stopped in the hallway to school their faces to the typical arrogant and indifferent Malfoy expression. As soon as all emotions of bewilderment were well hidden under their masks the three entered the drawing room.
And indeed, there stood said two men. The older one was in his mid thirties with a mane of dark brown locks and intelligent dark eyes. Draco recognized him from the picture of the newspaper article claiming that Sirius Black had escaped Azkaban he read in his third year. But now the man looked healthier and showed a mischievous grin.
The boy next to Black was truthfully Harry Potter himself. Unmistakenly by his startling green eyes framed with round glasses and this unruly, raven coloured hair that covered the lightning shaped scar. Draco always wondered if his rival had ever heard of a comb. But the messy hair wasn’t what attracted Draco's attention. It was the other boy’s body that had obviously matured during the summer vacation.
Harry Potter was now taller than Draco and wide shouldered. His flat but muscular stomach and strong arms were observable through his for once well fitted clothes. Draco had to admit with his growing interest in sexuality that Harry had a very masculine and appealing figure. ‘Puberty did him good’, Draco thought and nodded to himself.
Just like Draco was eyeing Harry, Harry examined his peer. He noticed that Draco was a little shorter than him. With his slender figure and silky white-blonde hair that framed his face he looked not exactly feminine but elegant. Dracos facial features were pointy, aristocratic and didn’t let any emotion slip. But his silver-grey eyes glistened with curiosity. Harry approved of Draco's appearance; he could consider the blonde attractive. He had no problem with admitting the appeal of his own gender.
The black haired boy never had much time to think about his sexual orientation. He was occupied by other matters such as fighting Voldemort and keeping his friends, his godfather (especially last year in the ministry) and himself alive. He had a short-lived fling with Cho Chang and Ginny Weasley, but he found Oliver Wood and Cedric Diggory equally good company. ‘Yes’, Harry nodded to himself with another glance at the blonde, ‘I can do this with him.’