Harry Potter and the Triangle Prophecy - Sahits

“Er--” Harry didn’t know what to say. Draco smiled at her in what he probably thought was acharming, dashing manner and stepped forward with his hand out.“You must be Harry’s lovely aunt,” he said smoothly, taking her hand gently in his. “Was hismother very much older than you? You must have been a girl when you became an auntie.”Petunia’s color had gone from pink to fuchsia. “Well, actually, I’m the older sis--I mean,yes,” she fluttered. “I was rather a young auntie.” Harry opened his eyes wide and clampedhis mouth shut. I will not say anything, I will not say anything...“I’m Draco Malfoy. Mrs. Figg used to be my nanny and I’m staying with her again for thesummer holidays. I met Harry last year when he was also staying with Nanny Bella. Myparents are having an architect do over Malfoy Manor right now, and there’s plaster dusteverywhere....”She smiled broadly and batted her eyelashes. “Oh! Your nanny! Well. And Malfoy Manor,you say? Sounds lovely. Arabella never told me she worked for such distinguished people.”Her voice was positively breathy. Harry was no longer disturbed by Dunkirk liking DracoMalfoy. He’d sunk to a new all-time low when it came to being disturbed.“Yes, well--we were going for a run and Harry said he promised to bring Dunkirk with us.”He picked up the dog who enthusiastically licked his chin. Draco laughed. Harry made a face,but his aunt didn’t notice; she didn’t take her eyes from Draco Malfoy.“He likes you!” she said rapturously. “Well, of course, you know what they say--a dog is anexcellent judge of character,” she added, with a withering sidelong glance at Harry, who hadnever fought harder in his life to not stick out his tongue.“We really should be going,” Harry said stiffly. Dunkirk turned in Draco’s arms and gave hima low growl. His aunt laughed.“Don’t worry,” Draco told her, without looking at Harry. “I’ll be the one holding Dunkirk’slead. We’ll give him a good run, down to the park and back.” He put Dunkirk down and putthe loop on the end of the lead around his wrist, then opened the door. Harry couldn’t help aguffaw escaping him as Draco was suddenly jerked forward by the excited little dog, who wassurprisingly strong. “G’bye!” he called awkwardly over his shoulder. Harry ran out the door,trying to catch up. His aunt could close the door, he reckoned. When he looked over hisshoulder, though, she was watching Draco Malfoy run off with a dreamy expression on herface.Eergh, was the only thought that came into Harry’s head.* * * * *When they finally reached the park, Draco collapsed onto the grass, and Dunkirk came to himfor petting. He received some lackadaisical pats on the head, but Draco was clearly toowinded to bother with more. The dog had pulled the blond boy along the whole way, runningenthusastically toward the park. Draco had clearly found the pace a bit difficult, and Harry felta bit smug; the pace felt about right to him. He didn’t say anything about this, though, justkept up a steady pounding with his feet and ignored Draco’s labored huffing and puffing.24