The portrait

Malfoy??

Harry had been living at grimmauld place for some time, he had gone to live there after hogwarts whilst training as a professor. He had decorated it well with bright boldly coloured walls coloured rugs and fine furniture, he took pride in the house, if Sirius had had time he was sure this would be what he would've wanted.
Harry's favourite thing however was the art, after living surrounded by paintings at hogwarts, the massive canvass he had all over the house made him feel at home.

Pictures of wild, snow covered wolves, a grand looking black dog and a royal looking stag hung proudly on the walls. but perhaps the biggest and best was the painting of a field of lilies. Harry had hung it in the lounge and everyone who came in the room asked about it seemingly mystified by the piece.

Harry sat looking at it now, tea in his hand and eyes glazed over, he was awoken by his thoughts by a knock on the door,
Upon opening said door he was greeted by a large brown package being shoved in his face , reaching for it (since it seemed to be charmed to insist to get to him) he took it in side 'an early birthday present??' He considered. No his birthday was months away?

Being Without patience he tore it open, 'a golden frame? a painting ??' He thought as he tore open the rest.
He was right it was a painting. It was a portrait, pale skin, white blond hair, steely grey eyes and a ski slope nose he knew that face anywhere
"Malfoy??" Harry's brows creased in confusion, who'd send him a portrait of Malfoy

"Potty , I see your as observant as always" smirked the familiar face

And a talking portrait too.

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"Alright Malfoy who sent you here" Harry spat putting the frame on a hook

"I told you potter I don't know"

" why are you in a portrait??"

"None of your business golden boy"

After about half an hour of his harry just rolled his eyes, after much investigation he found there was no return address or name. 'Strange' he thought.

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"Miss me potter"

" go away" Harry groaned,
he'd gone to make himself a cup of tea until he realised Draco had moved from his portrait and was now staring at him. He currently stood in a rather nice painting of a Forrest , beams of light shining through the branches making Draco's hair glow.

"Is there something you want, Malfoy ??"

"Just to talk to the golden boy"Draco's face beamed

Harry ignored him sipping on his tea reaching for a newspaper from the side

"The chosen ones favourite sex positions" Draco read aloud smirking

Outraged Harry turned over the paper only to face with a whole article on his apparent favourite sex positions he inwardly groaned 'of course' he thought now no one was trying to kill him they are apparently trying to fuck him. He rolled his eyes and looked at Malfoy,

He hadn't really payed much attention to draco he been trying ignore him but now really looking it was strange, he'd changed a lot since hogwarts , he was slim and still tall but he seemed more muscular somehow, his face seemed softer now it wasn't in a constant scowl.
Harry was surprised with himself he would even consider Malfoy attractive.

"Is it true you like it up the bum potter"

"If your asking if I'm gay.. then yes, but if your asking if I'd like it up the bum from you.. then no"
Harry found himself wanting to laugh the look on Malfoy's face was too much

"Well I'll have you know I'm also gay potty" it was Draco's turn to laugh
As potter looked down at his tea.

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Harry rolled over, his week was turning out terrible, he'd missed work as he'd come down with the flu and he'd been stuck with a rather bosy Malfoy who insisted on making sure Harry took care of himself while sick, he was just wallowing in self pity when a shrill voice ran out,

" up you get potty, your hairs not going to shower itself"

Harry banged his head on the pillow.

After Malfoy had made him shower, make himself soup, dress and attempt to clean his room harry was exhausted,

"Malfoy will you ever leave me alone" Harry groaned

"Well I can't it seems I'm stuck in the painting"

Harry was confused 'stuck??'
"What do you mean stuck Malfoy"

Rolling his eyes draco paused , mouth drawn in a line

"I mean I'm stuck, my mother sent me here, to protect me from Voldemort, she thought he would kill me after I failed to kill dumbledore and helped you escape the snatchers' Draco paused looking upset
"..But Voldemort killed her instead and well now I'm stuck"

Harry felt uncomfortable, He doubted there was much he could do or say that would make Malfoy feel better

"I never thanked you , you know for saving my life and all" Harry said guilty

Draco smiled.