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“If you are still a student at that school, then you cannot do magic—”

“I cannot do magic?” Draco echoed, as if in disbelief.

“And I will not tolerate any of your strangeness in my house!”

Harry wondered if his uncle was referring to Draco being a wizard or Draco being his fiancé, and then decided that his uncle was probably referring to both.

“And here is where our viewpoints differ,” Draco drawled. “You seem to be acting under the idea that I am a wizard, a student at Hogwarts.” Draco emphasized the name deliberately as the Dursleys flinched. “I am no wizard. In fact—” There was the sound of fabric ripping and Draco’s wings extended outward from his back in an upward cascade of sharp black feathers. “—I am not even human. And I assure you…” Draco’s head tilted in Dudley’s direction. Something shifted in the air and Dudley found himself suddenly thrown into the wall by an invisible force. “I can very easily do magic.”

The Dursleys didn’t adjust to Draco and Draco refused to adjust to their standards. After complaining that Harry’s bed was the worst piece of furniture he’d ever seen, Draco summoned a small army of House Elves to completely redo Harry’s bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen, and any other common rooms that “this poor excuse for a house” might have. This then started a shouting match between Uncle Vernon and Draco about where the original furniture had gone.

Vernon said that Draco had stolen it, and Draco replied that he wouldn’t touch the furniture in this house if his life depended upon it, and that the muggle would find his furniture back in their places once Draco left.

Draco had also turned part of the living room into a potions laboratory which Harry’s Aunt Petunia couldn’t stand. The smell was dreadful, she said and insisted that Draco get rid of it immediately. To which Draco calmly replied, “Make me, you pathetic excuse for a muggle.”

Dudley learned very quickly to avoid Draco at all costs. Once he made the mistake of calling Draco a “fag” and, once Harry explained what it meant and that it was an insult, Draco had sealed his mouth shut and locked Dudley in his bedroom for three days.

Yes, when Draco and Harry finally left, the Dursleys were very happy to be rid of them and did not bother to hide it.

Harry woke to an empty bed the day of the wedding, and a House Elf nervously stammering, “Master Harry sir.. the-ere’s guests here, sir.”

“Who are they…Lilty?” Harry muttered as he slid out of the cocoon of bed sheets he found himself in.

“A Mr. Ronald Weasley and a Miss Hermione Granger, Master Harry sir.”

Harry nodded. “Let them in and tell them I’ll be down in a minute.”

Hermione was appalled when Harry appeared in pajamas. “Harry! It’s nearly noon!”

“I know, Hermione. I slept in.” Harry thanked the House Elf that brought him breakfast. “Do you want anything?”

“No,” Hermione answered for both Ron and herself. “You have to get dressed, Harry! Guests will start to arrive in three hours!”