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The Only Gay Eskimo

Archiving: just ask.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: H/D
Date Written: August 5, 2005
Disclaimer: Not mine.

Notes: H/D for

astra_argentea, who wanted H/D moving into a new apartment. This one's also untitled, but I considered calling it "The Only Gay Eskimo."

Harry was just putting his favorite mug away (a gift from Fred and George that said �I <3 Voldemort�) when he heard voices coming from the hallway, one strange, one unmistakable.

Oh god, he thought. Draco�s meeting the neighbors.

�We�re not from around here,� Draco was saying. Harry groaned and tried to fumble his way across boxes and furniture without killing himself. �I tried to find a place near my estate in Wiltshire but it�s just impossible to find a decent apartment there, all the property is landed, you know. My father always said apartments were wastes of time and I must say I quite agree, as I don�t see the sense of paying rent when one owns an estate as I do, but as you can see, I have been overruled. Ah, here�s the bloody tyrant now. Hello, Harry.�

Harry gritted his teeth and smiled apologetically at the lady standing before Draco. She was currently looking a little dazed. �Oh, hi,� he said, extending his hand. �Sorry about him�I don�t normally let him out of the house.�

�This is Mrs. Miggs,� said Draco grandly. �Mrs. Miggs is a schoolteacher. Mrs. Miggs, this is Harry Potter. Potter isn�t much of anything at all, but for some reason we all have high hopes.�

�Are you two boys going to school around here?� said Mrs. Miggs as Harry shook hands.

�Er, no,� said Harry. �We�ve graduated�we work for the government.�

�What, so soon out of college!� said Mrs. Miggs appreciatively. �And you both look so young, too.�

To his right Draco squirmed, and Harry had a sinking suspicion as to where this conversation was leading, a suspicion confirmed when Mrs. Miggs continued, �You know, I have a couple of friends I think you gentlemen might like to meet. I could arrange a little get-together some night and you could get acquainted with the girls��

�Thank you,� Draco broke in while Harry was attempting to stop flushing, �That would be lovely, Mrs. Miggs.�

Harry turned and stared at Draco, who continued blithely, �Except that we haven�t quite explained. You see, Harry and I aren�t rooming together.� He slipped his arm pointedly through Harry�s own, and Harry found himself experiencing a sudden surge of possessiveness and lacing their fingers together. �We�re living together.�

Mrs. Miggs� eyes went wide. �Oh,� she said slowly. �Oh, I see.� And then, �Oh, dear.� She nodded and took a step backwards as though afraid they might be catching. �Of course you�ll still be welcome to dinner anytime,� she said uncertainly.

�Fabulous,� said Draco. �I�ll bring the fruitcake.�

Harry pinched him. Draco pinched back, with, Harry thought, a great deal more pinch than was absolutely necessary. �Just be glad,� Draco added, as Harry winced and poor Mrs. Miggs watched, �That you don�t know our secret.�

He winked, and the hallway lights may or may not have winked with him.

Harry grabbed Draco and hauled him inside. �That�s it. Back inside your cage,� he muttered.

�Oh, Harry,� purred Draco. �You�re such a benevolent master.�

The door shut behind Harry firmly, and Draco�s cackling, and the subsequent noises Harry produced from him in efforts to get him to shut up, did nothing, Harry was sure, to improve Mrs. Miggs� opinion of the barely legal gay wizards living next door.