#Draco is an ice-cream maker
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It was the hottest Saturday in July and Teddy had been climbing the actual walls before Harry broke and said, “Okay, okay, to the park then.”
(The wall thing was new. Ron said it was quite ‘Spider-Lad’ of him; Hermione laughed so hard she kinked her neck. Teddy’s magic, still so new and boundaryless, often manifested in ways that were either literal, or just plain wild).
And so to the park they went. To ride the stupid ‘pirate ship’ (“just one more time!”) and chase after dogs (“Teddy, no, it’s their ball!”) and get ice cream (“Please please please Uncle Harry”). Harry was, at his core, a big softie, and for Teddy all the more; so, yes, he located the nearest stand, and marched to take his place in the queue with all the resolve of a godfather on a mission.
Waited a veritable ever with Teddy’s order on repeat in his mind (chocolate with strawberry syrup, chocolate with strawberry syrup) until he was face to face with the ice cream display and—oh no, he felt faint.
Draco Malfoy should not be allowed to wear magenta.
Not because he looked bad, per-se (he looked ridiculous, like, fuck-me, ridiculous. With the hat, magenta, and the uniform, magenta, with his hair and his nose ring and a thick black choker). Mostly because the effect was a bit much, and Harry lost his ability to form speech when grey eyes finally deigned to grace him with a look.
“What can I get you, Sir?”
Blinked and blinked and sweated and blinked. “Malfoy,” Harry tried. “It’s me.”
“Indeed. So, ice cream, or…?”
Like a kick to the shin. “What? It’s—what are you even—it’s me. Harry Potter. Your, er, I mean, what are you doing selling ice cream in my park?”
One pierced eyebrow hitched. “My apologies. I wasn’t aware they’d made it your park.” With an overly-dramatic huff: “am I still allowed to work here, Mr. Potter?”
“What?” was really all he could give.
“Tell you what. Why don’t you order your ice cream, I’ll get it for you, and even refrain from spitting in it, as a personal favour. Then off you go on your merry little way and maybe get a new shirt because, sorry to say, but this one is painful on the eyes.”
“This shirt is painful on the eyes?” Harry growled, pointing at the magenta uniform, the magenta hat, the magenta backdrop of the cart.
“You’re right. Probably not the shirt. The face attached to it seems to be the problem. Now, Potter, there are people behind you, and it’s hot as fuck, so. Ice cream or sod off?”
For the longest moment he considered sodding off, but Teddy was sitting on that bench and looking very hopeful, and—charming little bubbles in rainbow colours all around him? Shit. “Erm, chocolate with raspberry syrup. Please.”
“Always were a man of high tastes,” Malfoy smirked, but he gave Harry a couple of scoops and a generous dousing of syrup, then charged him something exorbitant, then winked. Harry—had no time to deal with this.
Running back to Teddy (“hey, buddy, so, those bubbles, are you making them on purpose or…?”) with an already-dripping ice cream cone and a strange, swooping feeling in his belly (not hunger). By the time he’d spelled Ted’s hands clean, he already forgot about Malfoy and the whole thing.
Only remembered that night after bedtime. The back of his eyes when he shut them shone oddly magenta.
*
Went to the park the following week without Teddy (spending some time with Remus’s cousin). On his own, in a fairly-nice shirt and smart shoes. Not because, erm, just, he had to make sure. Right? Had to make sure.
The cart wasn’t where Harry’d seen it last week. Possibly he imagined the whole thing? He was overheated and terribly sleep-deprived. But on his way back to the car park, a different ice cream stand, where the staff seemed to be dressed in neon-green, and one of them was flipping Harry off.
Oh. It felt just like that in his chest: an oh. There he was.
Marched over with wholesome indignation, fist ready for the shaking. But Malfoy stepped out of the cart, leaning in its shadow. “Back for another go? We’ve got a new apple-kiwi flavour.”
“What happened to the,” big hand gesture, “magenta place?”
“Hmm? It’s still there. I just think green’s more my colour,” head titled back, long throat bare. “What do you want, Potter? Don’t tell me you came here for ice cream.”
“What if I did?” asked Harry, who didn’t.
Malfoy sighed. His eyes opened, large and startling. “Then I’d recommend you get in the queue and leave me the fuck alone.”
“And—” hand reaching out to stop him, no, Malfoy can’t leave, that’s not how this worked, “and what if it wasn’t ice cream I came for?”
“Then you need to make a decision. If it’s a brawl you want, you’d have to wait till after my shift. If it’s—something else,” suddenly he was very close, huffing warm breath on Harry’s face, “then you should really get here earlier.”
“What? Why?” paralysed by the proximity, buzzing on Malfoy’s sharp smell, apple and citrus and—kiwi?
“Potter, this is the ice-cream world. First come, first serve.” And he was off, back to the cart with his choker and his arse, for which such tight trousers should be made fucking illegal. Put his arm around his coworker, winked again. Harry didn’t like it, didn’t know what to do with the whole thing, with any of it. Took himself back home and sulked at the walls until too late at night.
Decided. It was even fairly easy. Fell asleep and dreamed of a forest, of the sea.
*
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“Brawl,” he announced when he finally found Malfoy, now wearing all yellow. “I want a brawl. You need to be punched, and I could take a few kicks, I reckon. Let’s brawl.”
“Hurray,” Malfoy smiled. “I finish at six. Meet me behind the pirate ship. And, Potter, you should probably wear something a little less nice if fisticuffs is what you’re going for.”
Not grinning (Malfoy thinks his shirt is nice?) Harry went back home, made lunch for Teddy, dreamed a little with his eyes open. Cleaned the debris of the cabinet Ted’s magic accidentally exploded, releasing candy flying everywhere, changed into joggers and a tee.
“Where are you going, again?” asked Ron, who came by to babysit. He settled down in the living room with a hand on the remote and the other around a huge bowl of popcorn.
“Nowhere special. Just a little walk in the park or something. Going to watch the new Spider-Lad?”
“Paw Patrol!” Teddy exclaimed, his whole face a toothless grin.
Ron rolled his eyes. “Paw Patrol? Again? Teddy, there’s a whole world of cinematic goodness for us to discover, and Auntie Hermione still thinks I’m full of it but there are whole films about animals who can talk!”
“Full of it,” Harry said.
“Shut up, mate, I’m serious! What do you say, Ted? A lion that can sing, or those pup detectives again?”
“Paw Patrol!”
“Okay. Paw Patrol it is.” A desolate, commiserating look to Harry: “Honestly, what is it tonight? You can’t stop smiling.”
“Nothing, nothing, I promise.” Nearly ran to the park, was there well before half-five, antsy and giddy and nervous. Walked around and around in circles, oblivious to the kids and families and shouts from the pirate ship. To anything that wasn’t—
Malfoy appeared, still in yellow, making him look slightly sallow and lanky. Coming closer. Harry’s heart was rioting in his chest, was going to deafen him.
“You came,” Malfoy said. He looked pleased. It was shaded behind the ride, a grassy area empty of trees. Malfoy dropped his backpack to the ground, pulled something out of it. Still crouched: “Do you want to count us down, or…?”
“Erm. Sure.” Harry’s never really done it like this before. Scheduled like a play-date or something. Malfoy was still on his knees near the bag. “Three… two… one?”
What attacked him was too soft and too cold to be hands—oh, Malfoy just dumped ice cream on his head, quickly melting into his hair, sticky down his throat, under his shirt. Tongue darting out to taste it: yuck, lemon.
“Bastard!” Harry cried, half-blinded with the soft substance, lunging at him with his eyes closed: “come here, you fucking, arsehole, let me,” found Malfoy’s hair and pulled. “You think this is funny?”
“Ow, ah, ha ha,” fucker, he really did, folded nearly in two in Harry’s arms, “it, gods, just too much—”
“Yeah? How would you like it if I,” scooping a dollop out of his hair and shoving it in the general area of Malfoy’s face, hopefully where the choking sounds were coming out of.
“Potter, stop, stop, I can’t,” laughing like a maniac, not even trying to kick Harry off. “Potter!”
Harry somehow managed to shove them both to the grass, where they’d started rolling, sticky and covered in horrible melting cream, both of them swimming in it, both of them laughing. “You’re such a git,” smearing as much as he could on Malfoy’s face, on his uniform, on his neck. Climbed atop him and pinned him down, laughing, laughing.
“You,” Malfoy sputtered, “P-otter, ha, I can’t, ow, ah—”
“Am I hurting you?” asked Harry, who only earlier today planned on punching him. Slid on top of Malfoy’s slimy clothes until he had one sticky cheek in his hand. “Malfoy, are you okay?”
He was still laughing. “Is this,” his chest heaving, “is this what you, ha, wanted?”
“No,” empathetically, laughing too. “You’re a lunatic. It’s—grand.”
“Honestly, when you came and, haha, brawl, I couldn’t—” wiping his eyes, it must sting, all this melted ice cream where it really shouldn’t be. “Ow, this was a terrible idea.”
Harry didn’t know if he agreed. Sticking his pinkie finger in the welling of liquid gathered under Malfoy’s collarbone, bringing it to his lips: “It’s actually not that bad.”
“Hmm?” looking up at Harry, those bright eyes. “Yes?”
“Here, have some.” It was half surprising, how gentle his finger was, tracing Malfoy’s bottom lip till it opened. How carefully he fed Malfoy his own ice cream. Half a surprise and half… not.
Malfoy licked his lips, made Harry’s whole body shiver. “Mm. Not the best. Come back tomorrow and I’d give you something really nice.”
“Can it maybe come in a cone?” this hopeful thing igniting in his belly. “You know, like normal ice cream?”
Malfoy was still laughing. Harry could feel it between his knees, where Malfoy’s ribs were shaking. “Sure. In a cone. You chicken.”
“I’m the—” incensed, Harry leaned down to swipe a big lick from Malfoy’s neckline all the way to his jaw. It tasted awful and slightly electrifying. Forgetting all about the rebuke, Harry did it again.
“Po—Potter,” a moan, when Harry sucked the salty-sweet skin. “Potter!”
“Sweet,” Harry said nonsensically. “You—it’s sweet.”
His smile, when it stretched in yucky, sticky lines on his face. Made Harry’s chest sort of spark. “I can be sweet, too. Just you wait.”
When he kissed him, he tasted like lemons.
*
The next day Teddy accidentally grew a tail and two ears while arguing another rewatch of Paw Patrol. The nice witch from Mungo’s said it was no issue, that they would probably spell off in a day or two. Gave them a very odd-looking hat and advised them to go out and enjoy this brilliant, sunny day.
What else could they do, then, but go to the park?
Walked around and around, rode the pirate ship three times, searched in every ice cream stand until, by total accident: “Potter,” with a tilt of his head. All in blue, a truly unfair sight. “And his little monkey, too.”
“I’m a pup!” Teddy shouted, running towards him. “Paw Patrol!”
“Indeed,” Malfoy agreed with a strange smile. “It’s good to meet you, Edward. I’m—”
“Draco Malfoy!” Teddy already knew? Somehow? “Uncle Harry talks about you all the—”
“Ha ha,” covering the whole little face with his hand, “he’s joking, of course. No, I, erm, probably told him a thing or two about the—ice cream, or something. Teddy, do you want some ice cream?”
“Mm-hmm!” from behind Harry’s hand. Pointing at a flavour that didn’t look much like anything, a blue blurb.
Malfoy nodded, considering. “Excellent choice, young pup sir. Blueberry bubble-gum, coming right up. And for the gentleman?”
Teddy pointed at something that looked even less like it should be edible. Malfoy’s devilish grin told him he was correct in that assessment. “Hmm. Naturally, naturally. In fact, and if I might add—sprinkles?”
Ted started jumping up and down. His hat shifted slightly, showing what now were—
“Oh my,” Malfoy covered his own mouth, and what turned out to be laughter, “blue ears, Edward? That’s not something you see every day.”
Teddy came forward to watch how Malfoy scooped up the ice cream with the big spoon, eyes round. “Can I do that?” he turned to Harry. “Please, please, can I—”
“Why not? Hop in. I’ll show you how to do it so even your Uncle Harry is impressed.” And he guided Teddy’s hand to scoop up Harry’s ice cream, in what had to be at least twenty different health-code violations. “Do you want to do the sprinkles too?”
Was how they all ended up covered in sprinkles, and Malfoy closed off the stand (“smoking break, something, whatever,”) and they took a walk around the park till they found a slightly shaded area.
It really was a brilliant day. Teddy was happy enough even with the weird, itchy hat, and Malfoy was—bright blue. This thing melting in Harry’s chest felt uncomfortably close to ice cream.
*
On his lunch break the next day, Malfoy was wearing orange. He wondered if it was his ice-cream business, and he’s the one who changed colour every day; or if there truly were so many rivalling stands, each with their own theme. It didn’t matter. None of it did, besides for Malfoy’s lips, which stretched into a smile, and his eyes, crinkling with it too, and his hands, reaching out for Harry.
“So?” he asked when Harry was close enough to take one. “Did I pass. The test. The—dogged deliberation.”
“What are you talking about?” Harry laughed, pulled him closer.
“Teddy, of course! You brought him as your expert judge, I expect. What did he say? Am I allowed to do this?” brought Harry’s hand to his mouth, kissed it. “And, this?” pinched his side painfully.
“Ow! Bastard! I didn’t—Teddy was just off because of the whole, ear thing. I didn’t bring him to judge you or whatever.”
“So why did you come here?” eyebrow rising, rising. With that piercing that made Harry want to lick it. “I mean, there are many other things you could do on a day off, but you keep coming—here.”
“This is my park,” Harry reminded him gently. Malfoy scoffed, turned his face away. “Hey—”
“No, no, you’re right. Your park. I suppose that makes me your employee? Kinky shit, Sir.”
“Malfoy.” Tugged his chin up, made him look. “I keep coming here because I like you. Because you’re deranged and I don’t get you half the time and I like you. Is that enough, or do you want the whole song and dance?”
This half-smile he kept chewing on springing loose. “Ooh, there’s a dance?”
Harry kissed him, helpless with it. “You’re such an arsehole,” into his neck, and today Malfoy smelled like orange blossom and like mango, something addictive and crushing, unbearable. “How do you even,” inhaling deep, deep, “do this?”
“Magic, of course,” Malfoy laughed, and kissed him back.
The problem was it was magic. The problem was Harry couldn’t get enough. The main problem was, he couldn’t remember why that was a problem.
*
The next day he couldn’t go to the park again (something about staying an hour past his lunch break? Something about barely showing up to work in a week. Something about being an adult and having responsibilities, something silly). Harry texted the number Malfoy gave him, which might have been a joke, or a hoax, didn’t hope for much.
Got a reply a little too quickly. A photo of an ice cream stand, all in pink. Then an emoji with the tongue sticking out. Harry thought: this man is mad, and I might be head over heels for him. Smiled into his coffee cup and thought about what to cook for Teddy tonight. Maybe he’d invite Malfoy over? Maybe it could be a thing. God, could he make it a thing, could he build something out of it, this colourful whirlwind of a spark?
Closed his eyes: everything was pink, like a mouth puckered for a kiss, like cartoon hearts. Decided, and it was even fairly easy.
*
“You have to try the lavender.”
“Yes, Uncle Harry, try it, try it!”
Harry rolled his eyes, prayed for mercy. “Awfully suspicious, the two of you are being.”
“What! Teddington, I think your uncle just insulted us. Show him how we feel about that.” Teddy tried to pout, but he was smiling too much. “Very good. Now, come on, Harry, we made it especially for you!”
It was purple. The whole cart, the whole world, behind his eyelids and the silly suit Malfoy was wearing. Harry opened his mouth and let them stick a spoon in. Swallowed: lavender. Oddly nice, just a little sweet, just the way he liked it.
“You both are,” Harry tried, couldn’t find the word. Mad and brilliant and purple. “Ach, come here.” Wrapping his arms around all the sticky limbs he could find, this rumbling in his chest still, to this day, close to toppling him over.
It was very colourful, being alive.
In the distance Ted’s bubbles were distinctly purple, too.
For the brilliant @purplehotmess who gave me such a sweet prompt!
#drarry fic#3k#SWEET FLUFF WARNING#Harry raises Teddy#Draco is an ice-cream maker#accidental magic#rockingrobin69
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Cry For Me | George Weasley x Reader
Masterlist | Cry For Me Masterlist
Chapter 8 - I Can’t Seem To Hate You
Words: 3.6k
Warnings: angst, bullying
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“Why in Salazar Slytherin, is someone like you doing outside of here?!” The blonde 4th year Slytherin demanded after the sight of a Gryffindor loitering around the dungeons made him stop in his tracks.
But like a true Gryffindor, and a true Weasley, the ginger paid him no attention causing Draco to get annoyed. “I’m talking to you!” He added, crossing his arms.
The tall 6th year merely gave Draco a glance, shaking his head. “You really should learn how to mind your own business, Malfoy.”
Draco Malfoy being...Draco Malfoy, wasn’t going to let his guard down just like that. As much as he despised Gryffindors, Weasleys, and what-his-family-calls-”blood-traitors”, he knew the reason why one half of the Weasley twins were around the place where Slytherins gather. He knew the reason why George Weasley was standing outside his house’s common room. And after forming a new bond with the Slytherin queen, he wanted nothing more but to protect her.
The blonde Slytherin stood tall, his face displayed into a sour scowl, getting close to the ginger before voicing out his threat. “You listen here, Weasley. If you don’t want me to call Professor Snape, you best be on your way out of this place and never come back. Ever.”
George took a step back, scoffing, before his eyes landed on Y/N Icestone’s best friend who was making her way towards the common room entrance. “Greengrass!” The ginger called, waving his hand.
The girl stopped in her tracks, her eyes landing on the Gryffindor then to Malfoy then to the Gryffindor again. Daphne and Draco made a brief eye contact, the girl almost immediately understanding the blonde’s intentions. The girl cleared her throat, brows raised as she pointed to herself. “Me?”
George nodded as an answer. “Yes, you. Can you call Y/N for me? Please?” He pleaded, his eyes soft as if he was desperate to get out of Draco Malfoy’s presence and get into the arms of the girl he loved.
Daphne shook her head. “No-”
“I’m here. What do you want?” A voice, her tone as cold as ice, monotonously said. Three heads turned towards Y/N Icestone who had a blank expression on her face. Three faces were shocked to see her make her presence known, in those three, the two Slytherins were on the verge of pulling her away from the one who was on the verge of pulling her away to demand an explanation.
“Y/N-”
Icestone pierced her cold eyes to the brown warm ones. “You have no right to address me with my first name, Weasley.”
George Weasley was speechless. He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know what to say. Millions of thoughts started to run in his head, trying his best to put them all together like a puzzle piece, to know why Y/N Icestone suddenly had a change of demeanor towards him.
The girl scoffed, rolling her eyes. “You know, if you’re going to waste my time-”
“What does this mean?” The ginger blurted out. Suddenly, his hand was going through his robe pockets to fish out the note the girl had sent to him this morning.
Y/N’s lips curled. “Are you suddenly blind that you can’t even read anymore?” She questioned, giving a brief look at the letter, seeing remnants of cream in it.
George was starting to lose his patience. Honestly, George didn’t know what he was feeling at this moment. He didn’t know if he was happy because Y/N Icestone was still talking to him or if he was mad because none of the words coming out of her were giving him the satisfaction. “I’m serious.”
“Hi Serious, it’s really not a pleasure to meet you. Now if you would please get out of my face and go back to whatever nasty place you belong to, I would be delighted.” The girl remarked before making her way towards Daphne, linking her arms with her to pull her towards the common room.
“Listen, Y/N-” George was once again cut off by Y/N.
“One more thing, Weasley. Do not ever talk to me again. Ever.” She quipped, finally walking away from the ginger.
Before Draco was able to give another threat, he too, was cut off by the girl. “Draco, let it go. Come now.”
And there George was, alone and defeated, his last sight being Draco Malfoy’s threatening glare.
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“She won’t talk to me! She doesn’t want me to explain. At all!” The younger Weasley twin complained, arms crossed as he took a seat beside his sister at the Gryffindor common room.
“I actually wouldn’t blame her though.” Fred expressed, shrugging, earning a glare from his brother.
“I mean, imagine finding out that your boyfriend was actually just pretending to like you to make you fall in love with him...I’d throw a fit too, honestly. Wouldn’t you, Ginny?” He mumbled to not draw attention. Although most students of Hogwarts have heard the news of Y/N Icestone dumping George Weasley. Some say that she dumped her for someone younger, someone like Draco Malfoy perhaps, seeing as the two Slytherins suddenly got so close. Some say that the Icestones gave the Weasleys a huge amount of gold in exchange for George staying away from Y/N, seeing that the Weasley’s reputation isn't good enough for the Icestones. Some even say that they knew that the two would never last. Gryffindors and Slytherins don’t really match afterall.
“But I was just wondering how…” Fred paused in thought, careful with his words. “She wouldn't have confronted you about it earlier if she already knew about it…” He trailed off, giving off a confused facial expression.
Ginny sighed, rolling her eyes. “It’s obvious, Fred. She wanted George to feel what she felt.” She advertised, earning a nod from Fred in agreement. “She’s smarter than I thought.”
“Yeah, and mean!” George grunted, shaking his head from left to right. “I can’t believe that I actually fell for her! I should have known.”
“Oh think about it, Georgie. It was basically you who started it.” The older ginger gloated.
“Me?!” George challenged. “It was you! You were the one who schemed all this! You were the mastermind behind this!” He exclaimed.
The sudden outburst coming from the group of Weasleys seated together caught the attention of everyone in the common room. Those gossiping started to gossip even more, their topic diverting into the Weasley twins. Those studying paused to watch the exchange. I mean, who doesn’t want to stick their noses up to family drama?
“You’re actually blaming this on me? Well, you were the one who agreed to do it! I was only suggesting it!” Fred affirmed.
“Suggesting?! Are you hearing yourself right now, you dimwit?! You practically forced me to do it! Saying that we’re gonna get revenge and prank the shit out of Slytherin’s stupid pride!”
“Merlin’s beard, will you two dimwits please shut up!” The female Weasley grumbled, standing up from her seat after slapping the backs of her brother’s heads. “It was both of you! The both of you were to blame! Now please, if you want to fix this, you guys make up and actually apologize to Y/N.”
The common room erupted into murmurs after hearing the Slytherin's name. Good information for a good morning gossip for tomorrow’s breakfast at the Great hall.
“Boys are so annoying.” Muttered Ginny, before stepping away from the scene.
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“Salazar! Did you see the look on bloody Weasley’s face? He looked like he was about to cry!” Daphne giggled, earning a smirk from Y/N and Draco.
“Well, he deserved it!” Y/N smiled. She turned to face Draco, placing a hand on his arm. “Thank you, by the way.”
The blonde Slytherin offered a small smile. “It was nothing.”
“Oh but it was! You really are scary aren’t you? If I was him, I would have peed my pants.” Daphne crooned, Y/N nodding in agreement. Draco’s smile grew wider.
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The next morning at the Great hall, as expected, the controversial relationship between the famous Gryffindor mischief maker and Slytherin’s royal ice queen was once again the talk of the castle.
The moment George entered the hall, all attention was diverted to him. It’s not like he didn’t want attention. I mean, Fred and George liked the attention, the applause and compliments that they heard when people liked their prank or their very useful product that gets you out of class when you don’t feel like attending it. However, the attention George was receiving right now was not pleasant at all. All eyes were on him, yes, but almost all of those eyes were glaring at him.
Students seated at the Hufflepuff table were giving him sad and disappointed looks. Fred and George’s pranks were a good laugh but playing with a girl’s heart is just too much.
Those in the Ravenclaw had raised brows. How dare him play with Y/N Icestone’s heart? Does he have no respect for himself and his family?
Those in Gryffindor were ashamed. At first, they felt bad for their housemate but after hearing the conversation between the twins and Ginny, they sent their sympathies towards the Slytherin more.
Students sorted in Slytherin were the worst. They were glaring at him, mocking him, and even giving him some snide remarks. “You just earned yourself a lot of enemies, Weasley. Watch your back.” Threatened Adrian Pucey.
As the ginger sat on his usual spot at the Gryffindor table, his eyes studied the Slytherin table, trying to locate the girl who had been occupying his mind while trying not to make eye contact with those who were glaring at him. When his eyes planted at a mop of blonde hair, Malfoy’s hair, his eyes squinted.
“Merlin, am I seeing this right or is Malfoy sitting with Icestone and Greengrass?” Ron, who was seated on his right, said what’s exactly on George’s mind.
Hermione, seated in front of Ron, gave a glance before shaking her head. “That’s none of your business, Ronald.”
The 4th year Weasley grunted. “It is if it’s true that bloody Icestone actually left my brother for stupid Malfoy!”
“Enough, Ron!” Exclaimed Ginny. “You know nothing about George and Y/N’s relationship.”
George took a sip of pumpkin juice from his goblet, shaking his head. “Maybe it’s true.” He said quietly, turning his attention away from a smiling Y/N and towards the plate of food in front of him.
“What is?” Asked Fred.
George merely shrugged. “Maybe she did leave me for Malfoy. I mean, what if she found out that I was playing with her so she and Malfoy conspired against me and they actually fell in love with each other. Something like that.” He suggested.
Silence enveloped their space as all eyes gave George a dumbfounded look. “That sounds like the muggle love story book Hermione lent me.” Harry muttered, shaking his head before digging in his breakfast.
Honestly, George wasn’t as calm as he was showing in his exterior. He was just good at controlling his anger. I mean, people really didn’t like him right now so if he made a scene right there, right now, people would hate him even more. But if people hated him, he hated someone more. He hated Draco Malfoy for being mean, for being nosy, and for being close to Icestone. He hated Daphne Greengrass because she was the haughty best friend of the girl he loved and hated the most, Y/N Icestone. He hated her for what happened between them. He hated her for not talking to him, for not letting him explain, and for playing with him.
George didn’t care if he was being a hypocrite but Y/N Icestone played with him too. He had to get that straight. And so, after the girl’s Arithmancy class, he decided to corner her in that small alcove he pulled her in when they were in 5th year.
“Didn’t I tell you to not talk to me ever again?” Icestone signed, shaking her head in frustration. Which in turn, earned a smirk from the ginger.
“Like I said, Icestone. If you ever paid any attention to me, you’ll know that I simply don’t follow what people tell me to do.” George asserted. Y/N once again sighed.
“What do you want, Weasley? I have an essay to finish.” She asked, bored.
“I wanted to get things straight with you, Icestone.”
“Then hurry up!” The Slytherin demanded, her patience long gone ever since she became face to face with the Gryffindor.
The ginger was once again, speechless. Where is the Y/N Icestone that I loved? Why did she change so quickly?
He shook his head in disbelief. “You were right, Icestone. You’re not as evil as people describe you to be because you’re worse. Way, way worse.” He remarked with a disappointment present in his tone, earning himself an annoyed grunt,
“You betrayed me, George! All this time, you were only playing with me!” The girl fumed, her index finger pointed at the boy’s chest.
George too, started to lose his patience. “But I stopped, didn’t I? I stopped! But then you’re here accusing me of playing you when YOU were the one who was playing with me!”
“Why are you acting as if I’m the one who started this mess? Weren’t you and your twin the one who thought that it was such a great idea to make me fall for you?! To make me give you my heart and throw it away like it's some piece of garbage!” Y/N snarled, her icy eyes starting to melt with tears threatening to fall down.
When the ginger took notice of her melting orbs, he felt his heart sink down his stomach. He hated Y/N Icestone and he hated how she cries. He hated it even more if he was the reason for it. So he let his guard down and surrendered.
She’s right. George thought. I have no reason to blame her when it was me who started this mess. At Least he got that straight.
“Why didn’t you talk to me, Y/N?” George quietly muttered, staring at his over worn shoes.
The girl shook her head, furiously blinking away the tears. “It doesn’t matter. What’s done is done because whatever we used to be, we’ll never be again.” She trembled, masking her shaking voice with faux confidence.
“Besides, you were one of the people who believed that I have a stone cold heart. You wanted an ice queen? I’ll show you an ice queen.”
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Things didn’t get easier for George Weasley. From being the prankster, it seems like he was the victim of all the pranks students of Slytherin were pulling on him.
In one of this week’s potion’s class, Professor Snape just had to conveniently break down everyone’s partnership. He knew it was the influence of Y/N Icestone. If not her, then Malfoy, but he knew that Icestone will still be involved in all of this.
Snape demanded all of his students to brew a draught of living death. But he won’t tell you how. All you had to do was follow the instructions in your book.
It’s not like George wasn’t good at potions. He is better at Fred afterall, seeing as Fred doesn’t even take this class anymore. But in the past potions classes, George never prepared the ingredients. He was more of the one who conveniently just pours all the ingredients in the cauldron, having Y/N prepare everything for him. The thought just made him miss her even more. But life sucks and he has to deal with it. And so, he dealt with a scowling Professor Snape after an unknown student from the house of Slytherin tampered with his cauldron and made it explode.
In his charms class, a class in which he conveniently shares with Slytherins, they had to learn about non-verbal spells. And guess what? Some haughty bloke performed a non-verbal hex towards him, causing the majority of the class to laugh in his face before professor Flitwick made them stop. He was sent to the Hospital wing.
Some time during the week, on his way to meet his twin brother, he suddenly tripped and a bucket of ice cold water was spilled into his uniform. He wouldn’t know who the culprit was if he didn’t see Blaise Zabini, Malfoy’s right hand man, snicker and shake his head in the corner of his eye.
But despite everything, George Weasley let it slip. He never lashed out on them, choosing to keep his frustration bottled up before releasing it in a piece of parchment at night and throwing it into the fireplace inside the common room. Fred even suggested pranking them back, but George thought that he needed a break from mischief, seeing that the last didn’t really go well.
Meanwhile, Y/N Icestone was back to her previous form. Back to herself when she never opened the stupid envelope the Weasley twins were planning to send to Malfoy. She was reserved, but not as reserved as before. She only showed her true form to her friends but other than them, her features continued to demand respect from everyone that goes past her.
Honestly, she knew what her housemates were doing. They were messing with George Weasley for messing with her and at first, she wasn’t really fond of the idea until she remembered what the ginger did to her. So she convinced herself otherwise.
And she observed. She observed how her housemates would either glare at the ginger or send him snide remarks whenever they’d cross paths with him. She observed how her housemate sneaked a foreign ingredient in George’s cauldron that caused it to explode. She observed how George saw who it was but didn’t act on it. She observed the way he was assisted by a kind Hufflepuff to the hospital wing. She observed how regardless of all the bullying he was receiving, he wasn’t fighting back. Which was unlikely of George Weasley. So she decided to make a bold move and ask why.
“Honestly, what’s the matter with you?” Y/N mumbled with uncertainty, eyes piercing the ginger’s.
George was shocked and confused. “What do you mean?” He breathed. The effect Y/N Icestone had on him remained. Seeing her up close still made his heart flip, heart ache, and heart break to pieces at the same time.
The girl shrugged, tilting her head as if taking a better look at George, trying to comprehend his feelings. “Well, I’m mean to you, to your friends, my friends and housemates make fun of you, and you let it slip. You do nothing about it. Honestly, is this your way of letting me see how much of a bad person I am?”
The Gryffindor offered a small smile, shaking his head. “You look happier.” He acknowledged.
“What?”
“Y/N Icestone, I wish you happiness. So if all this makes you happy, then fine. It’s my fault anyways.”
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The Slytherin didn’t take it well after that conversation. She was having a conflict with herself. The walls she built were tearing themselves apart as the thought of George Weasley came running around in her mind as if he owned the place. And so, she tried her best to distract herself.
She attended almost all of Slytherin’s parties, something that she didn’t really bother going to before. She drank whatever Daphne would hand her, living her life like it was the last, getting intoxicated every night and then. Then she studied like her life depended on it. She was smart, but she needed a pastime. And so, she spent most of her time at the library, studying materials that a mere 6th year shouldn’t have knowledge of. She’d do anything to keep George Weasley out of her mind.
She thought she moved on. But she realized that moving on will take a bit longer after waking up in the hospital wing with the ginger by her side.
“George?” She called, her voice hoarse.
The ginger stood, looking down at her with eyes of concern and worry. “Icestone. Glad you’re finally awake.”
After attempting to sit up, the girl groaned, feeling her body ache as if fire was burning all over. “What are you doing here? What am I doing here? What the bloody hell happened?” She asked, clueless of the recent events.
The Gryffindor raised both his brows in disbelief. “It seems like you’re overworking yourself, Icestone. Me and Fred saw you walking in the halls on the way to potions class but then suddenly you were on the floor, no response!”
“Fred too?” Y/N pondered, earning a nod from the boy. “Yeah...Fred too. He went to class since Madame Pomfrey didn’t allow the both of us here. So I stayed.”
“Why? Don’t you hate me? You could have attended potions class like your twin.”
George offered a small smile, shaking his head. “Because if I attended Snape’s class, I would have worked on the cauldron alone and lost my house some points.”
“Oh.” The girl murmured, nodding,
The boy mirrored her actions. “Yeah.”
Silence enveloped the atmosphere and it wasn’t comfortable. So, the Slytherin decided to call for Madame Pomfrey before facing the Gryffindor and offering a small smile. “Thank you, George. Really. But I’m fine now. You can leave.”
The boy nodded. “Alright.”
After the ginger left, the girl laid back down, closing her eyes. Why can’t I hate him? How can I hate him?
End of Chapter 8
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TLTNL- DRACO'S DETOUR
Lily nibbled on her lip for a moment before she could get started. She couldn't help it, everything Snape and Narcissa had talked about still weighed on her mind, but so far Harry's life was going quite well for once. She forced herself to remain focused on that as she began, the smile lingering causing the same in the rest of them.
Harry remained within the confines of the Burrow's garden over the next few weeks. He spent most of his days playing two-a-side Quidditch in the Weasleys' orchard (he and Hermione against Ron and Ginny; Hermione was dreadful and Ginny good, so they were reasonably well matched)
"That doesn't sound well matched at all," James ruffled his hair in confusion. "From what I heard, three are great, and Hermione has no clue what she's doing on a broom. What's reasonably matched about that?"
"Remember how Ron tends to get nervous," Harry tried hard to repress a chuckle, and was failing at it. "Well he fumbled a lot of Hermione's throws. He claimed he was going easy on her, but ah," he trailed off with a fond shake of his head, he knew Ron's faces well, and the look he sometimes got when she was the one throwing the play made him, well, throw the play.
and his evenings eating triple helpings of everything Mrs. Weasley put in front of him.
"I can't believe you've never gotten sick, going from so little food to so much," Remus muttered, not at all finding it a bad thing.
It would have been a happy, peaceful holiday had it not been for the stones of disappearances, odd accidents, even of deaths now appearing almost daily in the Prophet.
Lily sighed that her boy was having to experience the same kind of news they were now, it really had been a blessing they'd barely been able to enjoy it took this long.
Sometimes Bill and Mr. Weasley brought home news before it even reached the paper. To Mrs. Weasley's displeasure, Harry's sixteenth birthday celebrations were marred by grisly tidings brought to the party by Remus Lupin,
She would have normally stopped anyways to smile over at Remus reappearing on Harry's birthday, but for this particular instance she frowned instead and reread that bit. Not only was this the first birthday Remus was in attendance for, Merlin Sirius had never even managed that, there was no mention of him going out of his way to talk to Harry. In fact, the opposite, bringing such news along? She suddenly couldn't help but wonder if he really would abandon himself from Harry's life again. He certainly hadn't gone out of his way to show otherwise yet.
who was looking gaunt and grim, his brown hair streaked liberally with gray, his clothes more ragged and patched than ever.
The boys, who had gone bright eyed at once for the news, looked as grim as if Sirius had been brought up again. The last thing they wanted to hear was their last remaining friend suffering even more hardships in life, yet clearly that's all he was getting.
His first announcement over birthday cake was more dementor attacks.
"Aren't you just full of fun information!" Sirius huffed.
"I'd take the cake back," James agreed.
Remus didn't even have it in him to make a face at them, they were entirely right. He wished he could put this away, tell it later when it mattered, prioritize on just having fun, but it wasn't at all hard to imagine the thought wouldn't even cross his mind at this point in the future.
Harry at least tried to offer, "maybe you were telling me then, because you knew Mrs. Weasley or anyone in the Order wouldn't let you later."
Lily still couldn't help but tisk, she didn't find it that relevant, but Remus at least looked cheered at the thought this could be put in any good light.
And they'd found Igor Karkaroff's body in a shack up north,
"I, honestly forgot about him," James blinked in surprise. Considering everything else that had gone on in Harry's fourth year, this guy seemed laughable at best looking back on him.
"How recent is this news? I'm stunned this hadn't happened already," Sirius rolled his eyes.
the Dark Mark set above his house. Lupin was honestly surprised it hadn't happened sooner than a year, Regulus Black had only lived a few days.
"Oh lookie there, were five for five! Anyone want to play some odds this'll come up every single chapter, now by Moony himself!" James mock cheered to hide his growing hysteria of that constantly being brought up.
"Technically he just mentioned Sirius' brother, not-" Harry broke himself off, he couldn't find anything good to say about that.
Sirius couldn't bring himself to say anything on the matter, that would never be something he'd have wanted to learn! He still didn't even know details of why his little brother had done it.
Mrs. Weasley tried to forcefully change the subject, but Bill only kept it rolling by informing Florean Fortescue's' shop was empty, dragged off by the look of the place.
"Bloody tragic future this is, attacking the ice cream," James tried for a smile that didn't at all work.
Ron asked why while Mrs. Weasley pointedly glared at Bill.
"I find this far more relevant than Karkaroff," Sirius sighed, though he honestly couldn't blame Molly, they heard enough about this without bringing it up themselves.
No one was sure, but he must've upset someone. Mr. Weasley added in Ollivander had vanished as well.
Harry rubbed at his temple hard, the harsh thump he felt for that couldn't be anything good, but he must be ridiculous. Why would he know anything more about this than what happened to Florean Fortescue?
Ginny was stunned, where would people go for wands now?
Lupin pointed out someone else,
"I didn't even know there were other makers in the country," Lily sighed.
"There aren't, that I know of anyways," James agreed. "People will have to travel really far for them, and that's a danger in itself in these times."
but Ollivander was the best, so it was a shame if the other side did have him.
"There's Moony, always keeping us on the important information," Sirius grumbled.
The day after this rather gloomy birthday tea, their letters and booklists arrived from Hogwarts. Harry's included a surprise: he had been made Quidditch Captain.
Lily had been reading so distracted because of all this, she almost glossed right past this detail.
James would never allow such a thing, the second that news registered he let out a great whoop of joy and jumped clean out of his seat, nearly taking Harry's head with him he'd wrapped him in such a tight hug moments before.
"Yes! This is the best news ever! I haven't been this excited since you were put on the team! I can't believe it! Yes I can, McGonagall knew there wasn't a better choice! I'm amazed you haven't had this spot since your fourth year! Oh I can't wait to hear about-"
Lily and Remus were both massaging their ears in protest as he somehow managed to shout even louder every passing moment, but he looked so jubilant it would feel cruel to tell him to stop.
Sirius wasn't acting any better, laughing so hard he seemed likely to run out of air soon and Harry looked so pleased with himself at their reactions it was like hearing about his first game all over again.
Lily waited patiently for them to run out, scratching Hickory on the chin in the meantime and trying to remember a certain Herbology plant that specialized in ear regrowth, they'd need one before all this was up for more reasons than her husbands happy shouts.
"Oh, I wish you were wearing it now, I know McGonagall had to pry mine away from me-"
"Prongs, if you don't settle down, then we'll never get to actually hear him doing anything with his captaincy. I know I'll never be able to hear properly again anyways, but still," Remus tried to patiently cut in.
"Leave him be Moony, this is the first thing he's had to celebrate in, maybe even since his first year. Since then, everything has been just as depressing as it was an accomplishment for the pup."
"Thanks Sirius," Harry told him with a torn expression of whether he was supposed to be laughing at that one.
Lily still took their momentary distraction as an opportunity to keep going, though James was still so jazzed he honestly looked like he regretted taking his seat for now.
Hermione congratulated he could now use the Prefects bathroom.
"Because that's the important takeaway from this!" Remus rolled his eyes.
Ron eyed it with worry, recalling Charlie wearing one of those. He supposed it would be cool having him as Captain, assuming of course he'd be back on the team, as he ended with a nervous laugh.
James made a sad little face this position suddenly put his son in, but even that couldn't put a damper on his delighted news and he encouraged Harry not to worry about that until he had to.
Mrs. Weasley hardly paid any attention to their chatter, sighing they couldn't put off a trip to Diagon Alley anymore, but they'd have to wait until their father was off on a Saturday to come, she wasn't going without him.
Ron laughed if his mother really thought You-Know-Who was hiding behind a bookshelf in Flourish and Blotts?
"Well after hiding out in a girls bathroom, I really wouldn't put much past him," Sirius smirked.
Mrs. Weasley, fired up at once, rounding on him and reminding Fortescue and Ollivander had gone on holiday then?
"Probably best not to be testing his mother anyways," Lily sighed with sympathy for Molly.
If he thought security was a laughing matter he could stay home!
Ron hastily reminded he wanted to see the twins shop!
"Priorities," James agreed enthusiastically, as if this could get any better!
She pointedly said he'd better watch his tone then, or she'd think he was too immature to even return to school.
Remus let out a soft whistle, unable to grasp how worried a parent must be to have that kind of threat in there.
Ron turned to stare incredulously at Harry as his mother hoisted the laundry basket and the teetering clock into her arms and stormed out of the room, muttering about how she couldn't even take a joke anymore.
"She's never struck me as the fun type to begin with, that's somehow gotten worse over the years," Sirius sighed.
"Be fair, we saw her laugh...err...back when Fred and George made a joke about the train crashing," Harry finally offered.
Lily smiled sadly for the poor stressed mother, and even more for her sons defense of the woman no matter how much it stung just a bit to hear. She was being ridiculous of course, Harry had every reason to do this as he always would.
But Ron was careful not to be flippant about Voldemort over the next few days. Saturday dawned without any more outbursts from Mrs. Weasley, though she seemed very tense at breakfast. Bill, who would be staying at home with Fleur (much to Hermione and Ginny's pleasure),
"Was I detecting a hint of sarcasm in that?" James asked innocently.
"From me? No, never dear," Lily giggled.
passed a full money bag across the table to Harry.
"Really warms my heart an employee of Gringotts got into Harry's vault so easily," Lily muttered.
"I passed him along my key, didn't think to ask why he wanted it though," Harry shrugged without concern.
Ron at once demanded where his was.
"Did he really think his older brother was just passing out bags of gold?" James looked baffled at the reaction.
"I'm sure it was an impulse kind of response, like yelling at the top of your lungs about your kid getting a badge," Remus said pointedly.
Bill told his brother he was being an idiot, that was already Harry's. Gringotts was in security overhaul as of now, they'd been sticking probes up- well, this way was easier for Harry and his parents.
"No, no, you finish those kinds of sentences!" Sirius protested. "Was it his ear? His bum? Underneath his fingernails? Oh, maybe they jammed it into his-"
"Sirius," Lily protested, squirming uncomfortably at wherever his mind had next leapt to and going on extra loud, suddenly grateful their bank had never gone to such extreme measures so far.
Fleur crooned he was always so thoughtful, while Harry watched Ginny mime vomiting into her cereal for this.
"What a perfectly good waste of cereal," James sighed. "You reserve those actions for bowls of cabbage obviously."
Harry choked over his cornflakes, and Ron thumped him on the back.
Then James snorted in surprise as he eyed his son, telling him, "was it really that funny?"
"Unexpected from the likes of Ginny," he pointed out sheepishly.
It was an overcast, murky day. One of the special Ministry of Magic cars, in which Harry had ridden once before, was awaiting them in the front yard when they emerged from the house, pulling on their cloaks.
Ron appreciated his dad had gotten cars from work again as the three of them and Ginny stretched out in the backseat, while the rest piled upfront except Bill and Fleur who were staying behind.
"Practice having the house to themselves before the honeymoon," Remus muttered under his breath, casing Sirius to both snicker and scowl at his mate at the same time, him constantly interrupting his own jokes when he made cracks like that just didn't seem fair.
Mr. Weasley warned over his shoulder not to get used to it, it was only because of Harry.
"Well that was just rude," Lily huffed. "I'm sure Arthur could get them for his own family if he requested it."
"I wouldn't hold my breath," James sighed.
He'd been given top level security, and they would be meeting with additional security at the Leaky Cauldron.
Harry groaned and heavily rolled his eyes, but when he saw the others actually looked a touch relieved at the news he restrained the rest of his mutters about paranoia. Honestly, where was Ron when he needed him.
Harry said nothing; he did not much fancy doing his shopping while surrounded by a battalion of Aurors.
"I quite like the idea," Sirius smirked. "Get them to do the shopping for you, I bet you could even get some to carry you."
"And drop you on your fat head while they're at it," Lily rolled her eyes.
James couldn't help laughing just a bit at the mental image anyways, picturing his sons thin arm reaching for a book while the massive bodies kept him blocked from sight.
He had stowed his Invisibility Cloak in his backpack and felt that, if that was good enough for Dumbledore, it ought to be good enough for the Ministry, though now he came to think of it, he was not sure the Ministry knew about his cloak.
"Certainly not yours specifically," James agreed.
When they arrived the driver told he was going to wait for them, and asked about how long they'd be.
Mr. Weasley warned a few hours.
"Least he's honest," Remus chuckled.
Harry peered through the window and his heart leapt. There were no Aurors waiting outside the inn, but instead the gigantic, black-bearded form of Rubeus Hagrid,
"Hagrid's back!" Sirius whooped, and Harry felt like joining in this time.
"He never went anywhere you daft idiot," Remus scowled at this again being shouted right in his ear.
"He wasn't on my mind for a moment, it was horrible!" Sirius insisted, while Remus shoved his face away and pleaded Lily to go on.
the Hogwarts gamekeeper, wearing a long beaverskin coat, beaming at the sight of Harry's face and oblivious to the startled stares of passing Muggles.
The moment he stepped out of the car Harry was swept into a bone-crushing hug. Hagrid babbling in his ear about Buckbeak- Witherwings of course- was so happy to be back in some open air!
Lily started giggling this was of course the first thing Hagrid would talk about. It really was nice to hear about him again.
Harry was just as glad he was pleased while rubbing his ribs, then told Hagrid he was pleased he was the extra security.
Hagrid agreed just like old times, Dumbledore had said he was up for the job and the Ministry agreed.
"Nothing new there," James beamed in agreement, he wouldn't let his cheerful mood be soured by once again remembering everything Hagrid was there for. It was of some consolation Harry hadn't run up and shared his news of Quidditch Captain with him.
The Leaky Cauldron was, for the first time in Harry's memory, completely empty. Only Tom the landlord, wizened and toothless, remained of the old crowd. He looked up hopefully as they entered, but before he could speak, Hagrid said importantly they were just passing through.
Tom nodded gloomily and returned to wiping glasses;
Lily couldn't help her lip puckering a bit with sympathy, knowing his wasn't the only business suffering during this time.
Harry, Hermione, Hagrid, and the Weasleys walked through the bar and out into the chilly little courtyard at the back where the dustbins stood. Hagrid raised his pink umbrella and rapped a certain brick in the wall, which opened at once to form an archway onto a winding cobbled street. They stepped through the entrance and paused, looking around.
Diagon Alley had changed. The colorful, glittering window displays of spellbooks, potion ingredients, and cauldrons were lost to view, hidden behind the large Ministry of Magic posters that had been pasted over them. Most of these somber purple posters carried blown-up versions of the security advice on the Ministry pamphlets that had been sent out over the summer, but others bore moving black-and-white photographs of Death Eaters known to be on the loose. Bellatrix Lestrange was sneering from the front of the nearest apothecary. A few windows were boarded up, including those of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. On the other hand, a number of shabby-looking stalls had sprung up along the street.
Harry shifted a bit anxiously at this, not at all liking how the place seemed almost shrouded from its once glory. It was all the more depressing to look around and see no one really surprised, he was sure this was much more the Diagon Alley they were used to than the bright one from his memories.
The nearest one, which had been erected outside Flourish and Blotts, under a striped, stained awning, had a cardboard sign pinned to its front:
AMULETS
Effective Against Werewolves, Dementors, and Inferi!
Sirius grumbled uneasily about what he'd like to do to that man, while Remus couldn't help a bitter scoff people would even delude themselves into thinking those would work.
A seedy-looking little wizard was rattling armfuls of silver symbols on chains at passersby. Trying to haggle to Molly as she passed to get one for Ginny's pretty neck.
Harry scowled, hand twitching for his wand, though soothed just a bit by the fierce expression he remembered on Ginny's face, making it clear she didn't need an amulet to protect her from anything.
Mr. Weasley was glaring angrily at the amulet seller for this, muttering if only he were on duty.
"Don't see why that would stop you from toppling the lot over," James snapped.
Mrs. Weasley reminded he wasn't, and they didn't need to be arresting anyone right now. She decided they should all go to Madam Malkin's first, they all needed their robes fixed, and then they could head to Flourish and Blotts-
Arthur corrected they didn't have to stay together, it would be faster if Hagrid went with the trio and Ginny came along with them.
Mrs. Weasley seemed anxious, clearly torn between a desire to finish the shopping quickly and the wish to stick together in a pack.
Lily already longed for the cheerful passages about the kids wandering off all on their own to get ice cream and catch each other up on their holidays, rather than completely understanding both sides to those fears.
Hagrid agreed at once, though Molly hardly looked convinced,
"Paranoid mother," Sirius shook his head indulgently.
Harry bit his tongue hard to fight back the compulsion to remind Sirius he'd been accused of much the same, but even if he could have spoken the words, it would only be more of a constant reminder who was missing. The glowering posters of the one who'd taken him away standing out in his mind more than ever making it hard to focus at all.
but allowed the separation, scurrying off toward Flourish and Blotts with her husband and Ginny while Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Hagrid set off for Madam Malkin's.
Harry noticed that many of the people who passed them had the same harried, anxious look as Mrs. Weasley, and that nobody was stopping to talk anymore;
James ruffled his hair in unease, not having to think hard for the dead silence of a crowded place, how everything sounded like no more than a hiss of air and yet every noise was deafening for none of it was done on purpose as if that would save their souls.
the shoppers stayed together in their own tightly knit groups, moving intently about their business. Nobody seemed to be shopping alone.
"Nobody usually does, it's just something you realize once you're looking for it," Remus sighed.
Hagrid offered to wait outside instead of squeezing inside the shop, so Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered the little shop together. It appeared, at first glance, to be empty, but no sooner had the door swung shut behind them than they heard a familiar voice issuing from behind a rack of dress robes,
"Good familiar, or bad familiar?" Lily asked curiously.
Harry's troubled face wasn't much of an answer, he had a lot of mixed emotions about Malfoy right now both because of what he'd witnessed his mother doing through this book, and this year in general made him feel Malfoy wasn't just going to be some annoyance in his background for once.
going on about not being a child and able to do this alone!
There was a tutting noise and a voice Harry recognized as that of Madam Malkin, the owner, said his mother was right to be worried, no one was out alone these days, it had nothing to do with being a child-
The first voice snapped back careful where she stuck those pins!
A teenage boy with a pale, pointed face and white-blond hair appeared from behind the rack,
"Malfoy?" They all muttered with some general confusion more than anything. They'd thought him a dead kid because of that earlier bit, now to hear of Narcissa and him in fact just going about their business was as odd a concept as Harry choosing to go into Borgin and Burkes.
They couldn't even throw any general insults at him, for once they were actually worried this little Malfoy would just drop dead right in front of Harry more than they were worried about what snide comment he had today.
wearing a set of dark green robes that glittered with pins around the hem and the edges of the sleeves.
He strode to the mirror and examined himself; it was a few moments before he noticed Harry, Ron, and Hermione reflected over his shoulder. His light gray eyes narrowed, and Draco's voice was as malicious as always as he announced the presence of a Mudblood.
Sympathy gone. James hitched a ferocious expression onto his face, willing to curse that brats teeth out one by one for referring to anyone like that! He would still do anything he could to help Narcissa save that life, but it didn't mean he'd have to do it happily!
Madam Malkin scolded there was no need for that language, or wands, she had to hurriedly add as both Ron and Harry took theirs out and pointed them at Malfoy.
"The proper response," Sirius agreed, "if you'd shot a hex already I'd even say you've improved!"
Hermione, who was standing slightly behind them, whispered at them not to as well, it wasn't worth it.
Lily brushed at her hair for a moment before nodding a bit, it should be up to Hermione to decide how much he deserved for that. She was the one being insulted.
Malfoy sneered who'd given her that black eye? He wanted to send flowers.
"A joke telescope has done more to their lives than you've ever impacted it," Remus sniffed.
Narcissa Malfoy strolled out from behind the clothes rack and snapped at them to put those away. If they attacked her son again,
"I like that she says again, as in she's well aware who's been leaving her kid on the train with decorations," James smirked.
she would insure it was the last thing they'd ever do.
Lily scowled heavily, wanting to give anything to step in and defend her child like Narcissa still had the privilege of doing thanks to something Severus was helping with. Where was the justice in that?
Harry merely took another step forward, asking if she was going to get a few Death Eater pals to help with that again?
Madam Malkin squealed and clutched at her heart. Telling him he shouldn't be throwing accusations like that around!
Harry did not lower his wand. Narcissa Malfoy smiled unpleasantly.
She told that being Dumbledore's favorite might have given him a false sense of security, but Dumbledore wouldn't be around forever to protect him.
"Harry hasn't needed Dumbledore to do much of anything, or anyone for that matter," Sirius snarled at the slight, all of them missing Harry's troubled little frown.
Harry looked mockingly all around the shop before pointedly saying there was no Dumbledore here now.
"I really can't decide if he should be scolded, or praised for this," Remus muttered.
"Sassing a Death Eater is never a good idea, unless you have backup, and since he does, I'm all for it," Sirius huffed.
Have a go then! Maybe she'd get a double cell with her husband!
Malfoy made an angry movement toward Harry, but stumbled over his overlong robe. Ron laughed loudly.
Narcissa grasped his shoulder before he could do anything else, almost purring to her child that she'd be reunited with Lucius properly by the time Potter again saw her dear cousin Sirius Black.
James lurched hard in his seat, like he was fighting back the urge to curse something into dust that wasn't in the room. What he would give to make it so no one could ever say that about his family again!
Harry raised his wand higher.
Hermione grabbed his arm, pleading with him it wasn't worth it, he'd be in such trouble!
"Sometimes it's worth it," James said through gritted teeth. Lily bit hard at her tongue to stop herself agreeing with him, she honestly couldn't say she'd be acting any better, having already wished to hex the both of them long before they'd crossed that line.
Madam Malkin dithered for a moment on the spot, then seemed to decide to act as though nothing was happening in the hope that it wouldn't.
"That is a terrible method!" Lily snapped. "It's what caused most of this problem with Fudge around!"
She bent toward Malfoy, who was still glaring at Harry and tried to hem his sleeve up a bit more, but he again snapped at her to watch it with the pins! Then he pulled the robes over his head and threw them onto the floor at Madam Malkin's feet.
All five of them scoffed in disgust for this little brat, it was already a miracle they'd felt anything for him other than wanting to drown the whelp.
Narcissa decided it was time they take their business elsewhere.
"Good riddance," Lily sniffed.
And with that, the pair of them strode out of the shop, Malfoy taking care to bang as hard as he could into Ron on the way out.
Madam Malkin was left to snatch up the fallen robes and move the tip of her wand over them like a vacuum cleaner, so that it removed all the dust.
She was distracted all through the fitting of Ron's and Harry's new robes, tried to sell Hermione wizard dress robes instead of witch's,
"I don't see the problem with that, could have made a statement she could," Sirius chuckled.
and when she finally bowed them out of the shop it was with an air of being glad to see the back of them.
Hagrid pleasantly greeted them back outside, and Harry asked if he'd seen the Malfoy pass by.
Hagrid agreed he had, but they wouldn't be making trouble in Diagon Alley, no need to worry about them.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged looks, but before they could disabuse Hagrid of this comfortable notion,
"Honestly, what's there more to say?" James sighed, desperately reaching for that good mood once more. "Let's get back to some shopping, we still haven't got to hear about the twins shop that's been teased for ages!"
Harry gave a light laugh of agreement.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Ginny appeared, all clutching heavy packages of books and continuing the rest of the list together.
Neither Harry nor Ron bought any ingredients at the Apothecary, seeing that they were no longer studying Potions, but both bought large boxes of owl nuts for Hedwig and Pigwidgeon at Eeylops Owl Emporium. Then, with Mrs. Weasley checking her watch every minute or so, they headed farther along the street in search of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, the joke shop run by Fred and George.
Mrs. Weasley was still anxiously checking her watch and store numbers, muttering about how they hadn't much time but to look around at the twins things and then get going-
Then Ron stopped in his tracks and uttered 'woah.'
"A wonderful first impression then!" Sirius all but squealed, unable to believe Lily had gotten this one!
Set against the dull, poster-muffled shop fronts around them, Fred and George's windows hit the eye like a firework display.
"What I'll remember them most vividly for," Remus whispered in anticipation.
Casual passersby were looking back over their shoulders at the windows, and a few rather stunned-looking people had actually come to a halt, transfixed.
James knew he would have been the same way, it was almost cruel just having to imagine such a sight in such a dismal place!
The left-hand window was dazzlingly full of an assortment of goods that revolved, popped, flashed, bounced, and shrieked; Harry's eyes began to water just looking at it. The right-hand window was covered with a gigantic poster, purple like those of the Ministry, but emblazoned with flashing yellow letters:
WHY ARE YOU WORRYING ABOUT
YOU-KNOW-WHO?
YOU SHOULD BE WORRYING ABOUT
U-NO-POO-
THE CONSTIPATION SENSATION
THAT'S GRIPPING THE NATION!
Lily couldn't help it, she laughed out of pure shock, the boys already dissolving into tears of mirth. It was by far the most hysterical thing anyone had ever called Voldemort, including using just the name Riddle instead!
Harry started to laugh. He heard a weak sort of moan beside him and looked around to see Mrs. Weasley gazing, dumbfounded, at the poster. Her lips moved silently, mouthing the name "U-No-Poo."
She at once whispered they'd be murdered in their beds.
"Even Voldemort would stop to laugh at that, no matter how human he isn't!" Sirius insisted.
Ron brushed off it was brilliant, as he and Harry led the way into the shop. It was packed with customers; Harry could not get near the shelves. He stared around, looking up at the boxes piled to the ceiling: Here were the Skiving Snackboxes that the twins had perfected during their last, unfinished year at Hogwarts; Harry noticed that the Nosebleed Nougat was most popular, with only one battered box left on the shelf. There were bins full of trick wands, the cheapest merely turning into rubber chickens or pairs of briefs when waved, the most expensive beating the unwary user around the head and neck, and boxes of quills, which came in Self-Inking, Spell-Checking, and Smart-Answer varieties. A space cleared in the crowd, and Harry pushed his way toward the counter, where a gaggle of delighted ten- year-olds was watching a tiny little wooden man slowly ascending the steps to a real set of gallows, both perched on a box that read: reusable hangman 'spell it or he'll swing!
"Well that one got morally disturbing," Lily finished the first round of products with more indulgence than anything.
"I want more details," James all but whined, his hand still twitching to snag the book away from Lily, who smiled at him and merely held it closer before continuing.
Hermione had found Patented Daydream Charms in a large display near the counter and was reading the information on the back of a box bearing a highly colored picture of a handsome youth and a swooning girl who were standing on the deck of a pirate ship.
She exclaimed it as extraordinary magic for something so lifelike.
"She sounds so surprised," Sirius still managed a pout on the twins behalf.
A voice behind them said she could have one for free for that.
"I personally would have reminded her of the time they turned Neville into a canary instead, but I suppose that's good business," James hadn't stopped grinning for pages now, it was fantastic!
A beaming Fred stood before them, wearing a set of magenta robes that clashed magnificently with his flaming hair.
"I'm sure that's why they wear it," Lily agreed.
He shook hands with Harry at once before asking what had happened to Hermione's eye.
She ruefully reminded him of his telescope.
Fred said in surprise he'd forgotten about that thing before handing her a tube from his pocket.
"Should I be worried he keeps something on him to get rid of that?" Remus asked around twitching lips.
"Nah," his two friends said at once.
She unscrewed it gingerly to reveal a thick yellow paste.
Fred explained just dab it on and the bruise would be gone within the hour. Decent to have around, since they were still testing most of their products on themselves.
"Still? Would have thought they'd be able to pay someone even better than first years by now," James chuckled.
Hermione looked nervous, asking if it was safe.
Fred said of course it was at once, while leading Harry off to give him a tour.
Harry left Hermione dabbing her black eye with paste and followed Fred toward the back of the shop, where he saw a stand of card and rope tricks.
Fred explained that was for nuts like his dad who enjoyed Muggle tricks, they weren't a big seller, but cute novelty items.
Then George appeared. Fred's twin shook Harry's hand energetically.
He offered Harry to see the back where they made their real money. On the way he warned a kid with his hand in a barrel that stealing something would cost him more than Galleons. The kid at once backed away.
"I'm sure they have all kinds of anti-thieving spells around," Lily agreed.
"Wonder what they prefer to do with those getting caught? Cutting off limbs, or simply using them as test dummies for a few products?" Sirius snickered.
George pushed back a curtain beside the Muggle tricks and Harry saw a darker, less crowded room. The packaging on the products lining these shelves was more subdued.
Fred began they'd just developed this more serious line,
"Aw, I'm honored," Sirius pressed his hand to his heart, then scowled at once at his two friends who didn't even have the energy to smack him for the dower joke.
while George explained it was unbelievable how many Ministry employees couldn't do a simple Shield Charm.
"That is the most depressing news I've heard all day, and that's saying a lot!" Sirius insisted still in his jesting tone. At least James almost cracked a smile for that one.
Course they didn't have Harry for a teacher, Fred amended.
"I really doubt I did that much," Harry said a little dumbfounded, "I mean, they were two years above me! Surely a previous teacher-"
"I wouldn't count on it Harry," Remus corrected. "A different teacher every year, that's going to produce shotty results even if every one of them were steller, and from your track record alone you know that wasn't always the case."
Harry still looked rather blushy and baffled over the whole thing.
So they'd initially created Shield Hats, you know, challenge someone to a duel while wearing the funny looking thing. Then the Ministry bought their whole supplies for a year.
Which lead them into a whole range of Defense Dark Arts products. Of course it only worked against minor hexes and jinxes.
"This, is, brilliant!" James squealed. He couldn't see much of a use for those himself, but he'd certainly fix every one of those and some boots if they had them to his infant for the next year or more, he couldn't be the only parent seeing a practical use for these things! They certainly needed to be invented right along with those canary creams as soon as possible!
There was also their supply of Instant Darkness Powder, imported from Peru, handy for a get away.
Remus let out a surprised whistle, that stuff was expensive, he was more surprised the twins weren't trying to recreate their own instead.
Plus their Decoy Detonators, which were walking off the shelves, literally. Even as Harry watched some were scurrying around. Fred explained you just drop one on the ground and they'd create a racket for a diversion.
"Love it," Lily giggled, any number of helpful times that could be used coming to mind, and she was sure even unhelpful times if those boys smiles meant anything.
Harry took a liking to those, so George tossed him some at once. Then a young witch poked her head in, wearing their uniform and telling both Mr. Weasley's there was a customer looking for a joke cauldron.
"That's got to get confusing. As if they weren't switched around enough, now they go by the same name," Sirius chuckled.
Harry found it very odd to hear Fred and George called 'Mr. Weasley,'
"I'm honestly more surprised they're not already trying to tell McGonagall they didn't do it," Remus snickered.
but they took it in their stride.
George left with Verity to see to the customer, while Fred told Harry there was no charge in this store, as Harry had just reached for his money bag for the Decoy Detonators.
Harry tried to protest he couldn't do that,
"I believe you can," James reminded Harry with a fond grin. "You are the one, and only person, who invested in this, I think that entitles you to a few free things every now and again."
"You basically paid for everything in that shop," Sirius agreed.
"No I didn't, they'd been making things well before I gave them all that gold," Harry protested, "and they were doing fine getting it off the ground before Bagman caused so much trouble."
"The truth still stands I honestly doubt they would have gotten this far this fast without you, have fun with that, and please tell me you brought me a Decoy Detonator!" James finished pleadingly.
Harry still shook his head, but stopped arguing the point. Lily was honestly proud of both sides and just kept going beaming.
Fred was being firm about this though, saying they'd hadn't forgotten their start up loan. Harry didn't pay here.
Harry reluctantly put his money away as they found they found Hermione and Ginny, Fred deciding to lead them over to the WonderWitch products. A range of bottles from love potions to helpful things to do with your appearance.
Ginny asked curiously how well they worked, and George popped back up to give a few details, before Fred scolded they wouldn't be selling them to their sister though.
"Then why did he lead her over there?" Remus snorted.
"Showing off, obviously," James rolled his eyes.
Not that she seemed to need help, from what Ron had said she had five at once nowadays-
Ginny cut in whatever Ron said was a big fat lie, then asked what this small bottle did.
Fred explained it was a ten second pimple vanisher, before also telling her not to change the subject.
"I like that he answers first and then continues interrogating her, that's proper management," Sirius approved.
Was she, or was she not, currently dating Dean Thomas?
"Suddenly immensely glad none of us had sisters," James muttered, this already sounded like a nightmare, he could only imagine if Lily did have a girl anytime soon he'd be just as bad.
Ginny cooley agreed she was, but last she'd checked he was one boy, not five.
"Clearly she's not practiced enough duplication charms on him then," Sirius smirked.
Then she noticed a cage of differently colored balls of fluff all rolling around.
Fred briefly explained them as Pygmy Puffs, but insisted his sister was going through boyfriends a bit fast.
"And we have entered, none of their business territory," Lily huffed, completely on Ginny's side. She'd only had two in the last year, that really wasn't so bad, and honestly still trying to repress laughter all of the boys in the room looked more likely to drink one of those love potions than offer anything for this conversation.
Ginny turned to look at him, her hands on her hips. There was such a Mrs. Weasley-ish glare on her face that Harry was surprised Fred didn't recoil.
"That is a terrifying thought in itself," Remus agreed.
She firmly pointed out it was none of their business, and she'd thank Ronald not spreading stories about her to these two, as he chose that moment to appear laden with merchandise.
Fred tactifully managed not to answer by telling his kid brother that would be three Galleons, nine Sickles, and a Knut.
"Ah changing the subject, life's great gift!" Sirius cheered at once.
"I do love he knows all that just by glancing at the boxes," James snickered.
"Even with a family discount," Remus agreed.
Ron at once protested he was their brother!
Fred decided he'd knock off the Knut then.
"Never mind then," Remus agreed as his friends roared further with laughter. Lily couldn't help frowning just a bit, hoping Harry kept it to himself the twins had in fact done the opposite to someone not their brother. That wouldn't help Ron any with a problem he'd had feeling so overlooked, now possibly even replaced in his own family.
Ron protested he didn't have that much, and was then kindly told to put the boxes back where he'd found them.
Ron dropped several boxes, swore, and made a rude hand gesture at Fred that was unfortunately spotted by Mrs. Weasley, who had chosen that moment to appear.
"Mother's gift," Lily agreed fondly while the boys only subsided into further snickering.
She threatened if she saw him doing that again she'd jinx his fingers together, before Ginny swooped in and asked for a Pygmy Puff.
"Ginny is a great sister! Constantly keeping on the right track this one," James smirked.
Harry agreed at once, a fond smile on his face of how well Ginny knew how to deal with every person in her family.
Mrs. Weasley moved aside to look at the Pygmy Puffs, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione momentarily had an unimpeded view out of the window. Draco Malfoy was hurrying up the street alone.
"Honestly not surprised he ditched mummy," James snapped at once, not at all forgetting of those Malfoy's comments anytime soon.
"Surprised she let him stop holding her hand, as worried as she was about him," Lily muttered with far less venom. She vividly remembered Narcissa saying Draco had been eager to help Voldemort with something, and this setup was as forbidding as it got.
As he passed Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, he glanced over his shoulder. Seconds later, he moved beyond the scope of the window and they lost sight of him.
Harry at once asked where his mummy had got to.
Ron agreed he'd given her the slip.
Hermione asked why he would?
Harry said nothing; he was thinking too hard. Narcissa Malfoy would not have let her precious son out of her sight willingly;
"That's a little presumptuous on your part," Remus frowned at him. "What's there for her to fear really? The Death Eaters are practically the boogeyman of the time right now, no one would dare hurt one of their kids."
Harry tried to explain his reasoning, "I'd never seen him away from his parents before, and Narcissa had certainly made a show of being worried about Malfoy there in the shop, stepping in like she did."
Malfoy must have made a real effort to free himself from her clutches.
Harry, knowing and loathing Malfoy, was sure the reason could not be innocent.
He glanced around. Mrs. Weasley and Ginny were bending over the Pygmy Puffs. was delightedly examining a pack of Muggle marked playing cards. Fred and George were both helping customers. On the other side of the glass, Hagrid was standing
with his back to them, looking up and down the street.
"Oh, you're not," Lily sighed in resignation already.
"Oh, he is," James agreed, a torn expression on his face. He almost agreed with Lily, this was his son just looking for trouble, but at the same time, he couldn't claim to be doing any better at that age, or honestly even now.
In a snap decision he pulled his cloak out and hissed at his two friends to hurry up while everyone was distracted. Hermione hesitated for a moment while Ron ducked in at once.
"I could have quoted that with you what their responses would be," Sirius said with a proud little smirk.
She hesitated for a second longer, then ducked under the cloak with them. Nobody noticed them vanish; they were all too interested in Fred and George's products.
"A marketing slogan I'm sure they'd be proud of, further helping you to get around trouble," Remus muttered.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione squeezed their way out of the door as quickly as they could, but by the time they gained the street, Malfoy had disappeared just as successfully as they had.
Harry quietly murmured which direction he'd gone, leading them carefully past Hagrid. They spotted him ahead turning left, as Ron whispered what a big surprised it was, right into Knockturn Alley.
"Yeah, no, got to disagree with Ron, I'm not surprised at all," Sirius stated in the such the same sarcastic tone his best friend had once done, Harry found it a bit eerie.
Harry insisted they speed up to him, while Hermione cautioned their feet would be showing. It was an issue hiding the three of them under the cloak nowadays,
"Not to mention you hardly ever practice," James huffed.
but Harry impatiently said it didn't matter, there was no one around.
Knockturn Alley, the side street devoted to the Dark Arts, looked completely deserted. They peered into windows as they passed, but none of the shops seemed to have any customers at all. Harry supposed it was a bit of a giveaway in these dangerous and suspicious times to buy Dark artifacts, or at least, to be seen buying them.
"There it is," Remus agreed, having fixing to correct Harry on that detail.
Hermione gave his arm a hard pinch.
He yelped ouch, but she quickly shushed him.
"Maybe if you want him to be quiet, don't pinch him to get his attention," Lily couldn't help but giggle. "Honestly, all three of you, you seem lacking in the ability to wave a hand around, gets the job done less painfully."
Harry chose not to answer that while still rubbing the spot.
They had drawn level with the only shop in Knockturn Alley that Harry had ever visited, Borgin and Burkes,
"That would have given me heart failure if I hadn't known the circumstances of it," James muttered.
which sold a wide variety of sinister objects. There in the midst of the cases full of skulls and old bottles stood Draco Malfoy with his back to them, just visible beyond the very same large black cabinet in which Harry had once hidden to avoid Malfoy and his father.
Harry couldn't help but shift uncomfortably, a great buzzing flowing across his mind telling him to pay attention now, as if he weren't doing that already.
Judging by the movements of Malfoy's hands, he was talking animatedly. The proprietor of the shop, Mr. Borgin, an oily-haired, stooping man, stood facing Malfoy. He was wearing a curious expression of mingled resentment and fear.
Hermione groaned they couldn't hear what was being said, but Ron then produced from the boxes he was still holding
"Ron certainly has his priorities in order," Sirius couldn't help bursting out laughing he'd kept hold of those all this time.
"I'm hoping whatever prevents one from stealing traced to blood, otherwise the whole store would realize you three are missing," James pointed out.
"We weren't tackled by Hagrid, so I think we're in the clear," Harry brushed off, still trying to lean in eagerly for what Malfoy was up to, an honest first since his second year.
some Extendable Ears.
"And my assertion those are needed for all occasions finally gets its first validation," James nodded along.
Ron quickly fed one into the door and they could at once hear Malfoy's voice asking for something to be fixed.
Harry felt like he'd just slammed his skull as hard into Hogwarts castle as he could already, that simpel word meant something dire! He kept his breath carefully neutral though, sadly still very clearly giving away something as they all glanced anxiously at him, but knew Malfoy was the only one who could give answers right now, as grating as that could get.
Borgin seemed reluctant to help, saying it would be easier if it could be brought in-
Malfoy snapped it couldn't, it had to stay where it was.
Borgin insisted without seeing it-
Malfoy stepped forward, out of their range of sight, and said perhaps this would give him confidence.
They shuffled sideways to try and keep him in sight, but all they could see was Borgin, looking very frightened. Malfoy continued if Borgin told anyone of this conversation he'd get a visit from Fenrir Greyback, an old family friend. He'd be dropping by anyways to make sure this matter was given the full attention.
"Why would he use him as a reference," Remus demanded so horsley, only Sirius had heard.
"It's a big name in the Death Eater community Moony, don't freak yourself out over details," Sirius quietly soothed so as not to distract Lily.
Borgin tried to say there was no need for that, but Malfoy snapped he'd be deciding what was needed. Then he gestured to be sure to keep that one safe, he'd be needing it.
Borgin offered him to take it now, and Malfoy called him an idiot, he couldn't carry that down the street.
"No more like a fool than usual, in fact whatever it is might even deter from that mug!" James tried in vain for a light joke, but even he didn't care about it, far more invested in whatever this was going on. It did not feel like a coincidence at all they'd been told Malfoy was given a task, and the next time they saw him, he was looking for help from Borgin.
Borgin made a bow as deep as the one Harry had once seen him give Lucius as Draco made to leave, again saying not to tell anyone about this, especially his mother.
"Why not? She clearly knows about everything else going on," Harry muttered in surprise, desperate to get any answer right now that didn't make his head feel as if that slamming was being repeated.
"She's clearly not approving of it love, and I'm sure she's made that known to him," Lily calmly explained, fighting back the urge to run her hand through his hair to sooth that agitated face. None of them were surprised this wasn't as informative as they'd have liked.
Borgin agreed at once.
Next moment, the bell over the door tinkled loudly as Malfoy stalked out of the shop looking very pleased with himself. He passed so close to Harry, Ron, and Hermione that they felt the cloak flutter around their knees again. Inside the shop, Borgin remained frozen; his unctuous smile had vanished; he looked worried.
Ron at once wondered what that could have been about, and all Harry could repeat was he wanted something fixed, and something reserved.
"Glad to know we gleaned as much as you, oh almighty Noticer," Sirius sighed.
"As if I need another title," Harry grumbled.
Without waiting for another response, Hermione ducked out from under the cloak. She checked her hair in the reflection in the glass, then marched into the shop, setting the bell tinkling again.
"What is she up to?" Remus demanded, looking worried for her safety at once.
"She clearly thinks she can get more out of this, and I can almost see her point," Lily had a critical eye in place. "Obviously neither of the boys could do it, they're too well noticed on sight, but if she plays this right and says the right thing, she very well could."
"She doesn't have a spotless track record for that," Remus still looked worried, remembering occasions where she'd still frozen on the spot or come up with some very lame excuses.
"On the other hand, she gets better with practice," Sirius tried to offer hopefully, at least what she'd done to Umbridge and Marietta last year proved she had a streak not to be messed with, hopefully that shone through right now.
The boys at once leaned back in to the Extendable Ear to hear Hermione greet him with a horrible morning in a bright voice.
"Well she's off to a terrible start," James moaned, already fighting back the impulse to bury his face in his fingers.
Borgin did not answer, but cast her a suspicious look. She cheerily hummed, passing a few display cases, and pausing at a necklace to ask how much it was.
One and a half thousand Galleons apparently, while Hermione disappointedly said she hadn't quite that much.
Then she asked for the price of a skull, and when he said sixteen Galleons, she asked if anything in here was being kept for anyone.
"Nope, she's already blown it," Sirius sighed in disappointment.
"Apparently she only does well under pressure, I'm sure if someone was threatening to curse her she'd have come up with a much better on the spot lie," James sighed.
Mr. Borgin squinted at her. Harry had the nasty feeling he knew exactly what Hermione was up to. Apparently Hermione felt she had been rumbled too because she suddenly threw caution to the winds. Falsifying the boy who'd just been in here was a friend,
"There's something I never thought I'd hear in any context," Harry crinkled up his nose.
And she was looking for a present for him, but obviously if he'd already reserved something she shouldn't bother to get the same thing.
"Credit for trying," Lily offered a weak little grin. "It took something for her to go in there and come up with anything as fast as she did."
"It would have done them better to actually come up with a plan, even to wait a few moments, rather than coming in right after he'd left," James sighed. Hermione had unintentionally ruined something that could have been quite valuable.
It was a pretty lame story in Harry's opinion, and apparently Borgin thought so too. He at once snapped at her to get out of his shop.
Hermione did not wait to be asked twice, but hurried to the door with Borgin at her heels. As the bell tinkled again, Borgin slammed the door behind her and put up the closed sign.
Ron offered it had been worth a try while throwing the cloak back over her, though noted she'd been pretty obvious.
She at once snapped back he could show her how it was done next time.
"Can't say Ron would have done any better," Sirius shrugged, "honestly of the lot of you, you all can't really lie to save your life."
"Thank you Sirius," Harry said blandly, though his heart wasn't at all in it. Finally he was fully and thoroughly distracted from his godfather, and was not at all pleased what his mind had settled on. Whatever Malfoy was up to, it somehow wasn't going to lead to anything better than dwelling on the death of him.
Ron and Hermione bickered all the way back to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, where they were forced to stop so that they could dodge undetected around a very anxious-looking Mrs. Weasley and Hagrid, who had clearly noticed their absence. Once in the shop, Harry whipped off the Invisibility Cloak, hid it in his bag, and joined in with the other two when they insisted, in answer to Mrs. Weasley's accusations, that they had been in the back room all along, and that she could not have looked properly.
"You only prove my point," Sirius couldn't help but insist, and refused to stop smirking at Harry until he offered an uneasy smile back.
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FIC: REALITIES, UNFURLING
Title: Realities, Unfurling
Author: Anonymous
Prompt: #42
Sex Theme: Curiosity/exploration of sexuality
Rating: teen and up audiences
Pairing(s): Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom/Blaise Zabini, Susan Bones/Astoria Greengrass, Fleur Delacour/Bill Weasley, Marcus Flint/Oliver Wood
Warnings/Content Notes: No archive warnings apply (mild blood, blood mentioned, but no graphic depiction of blood/gore/violence)
Summary: Draco Malfoy is released from Azkaban into a changed world.
Word Count: 45487
Author's Notes: This has a lot of formatting and/or Unicode characters, which might present challenges for screen readers. I'd love to make it available as a podfic, so if anyone's interested in this, let me know once reveals have happened! Apologies to the botanists, social workers, teachers, solicitors, bakers, ice cream makers, and anyone else whose career I’ve butchered in the making of this fic. A thousand thank yous to my betas (A, E, E, G), who tried to wrangle my grammar, especially my questionable approach to capitalization (on my head be it), and to the folks running this fest, who let me have a lot of extra time because I'm incapable of writing something that's not a slow burn but life has other demands. Thank you. ♡
( Realities, Unfurling )
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THE WEIGHT OF A NAME.
Astoria Greengrass knew long before she stepped out onto the grass of Malfoy Manor’s fine lawns for her wedding -- a beautiful ceremony with an extremely small guest list -- that the name she was about to take from her soon-to-be-spouse carried a certain amount of baggage. She knew what that baggage was -- traitors, cowards, Death Eaters -- and she was prepared to shoulder the public scorn and scrutiny that would come with it...
(Or as prepared as anyone really can be for something they know only in theory, only from observing others’ experiences; she was prepared enough.)
She never let herself hide from it. Even when the weight was new and startling; even when the anonymity of her own face would have made it easy for her to hide her ties to the more recognizable and reviled wix she now claimed as family; even when almost no one would have blamed her for choosing to use her maiden name -- she didn’t. She was a Malfoy now -- and she would claim that, come whatever. That was the choice she had made.
(Oh, she hid -- but in the same way all the Malfoys hid from the world, safe behind the tall gates and walls of their manor; seclusion, not anonymity. Everyone knew who the Malfoys were, knew where they were; that didn’t mean they had to come out to play.)
Besides, it was always better to be up front about who you were; always better to know how a person would react at the very beginning, rather than let them think they had been tricked and add anger over that to an already potentially-fraught interaction. Better to hold her head high and be honest -- not to hide from who she had chosen to be. So she didn’t.
Except once.
Her son was eleven-years-old and he needed a wand -- not just any wand, but the best wand. Because Scorpius was going to be a great wizard and he deserved the chance to reach his full potential, not have his magical education stunted by a second-rate instrument. He deserved the same chance as every other child, no matter their name or lineage -- and that meant only one thing: Ollivanders. (Even the Greengrass girls had gotten Ollivander wands when they started at Hogwarts, and everything else they owned came second- or third-hand.) The wand doesn’t make the wix...but a bad wand can break one.
The problem with that was that for all the bad blood that existed between the Malfoys and the rest of Wizarding Britain, that of Garrick Ollivander was surely among the sourest. He had been held in their cellar for months on the word of the Dark Lord, had been tortured there -- at Draco’s unwilling but unprotesting hand, sometimes -- and might well have died there had he not been rescued by Potter, Granger, Weasley, and a rebellious house-elf. There was no way that any Malfoy would dare show their face in his shop...
But Scorpius needed a wand.
She and Draco didn’t exactly discuss it -- they didn’t need to. Astoria had said that she was taking Scorpius to Diagon Alley to get his wand; she had not invited Draco to go along, and he had not asked. But all the unspoken words in their eyes had made the matter clear -- are you sure about this? - He deserves it; I have to try. - Good luck...
She had dressed for the occasion with great care -- not in her finest robes, with jewelry from Draco’s family vaults around her neck, but rather in the plainer, more ordinary clothes she wore when visiting her parents’ greenhouse; the sort of robes that a Greengrass would wear, not those of a Malfoy. She had not told Scorpius the reason his father wasn’t coming along; had not told him why she was wearing less finery than she usually did when shopping in Diagon Alley. (He was eleven, he didn’t need to know; he was eleven, he didn’t notice.) She knew that Scorpius would soon have to face so much of the world’s ire; knew that it might be better for him to hear everything from her ahead of time...but she didn’t want him to worry. He was picking out his wand. He should be thinking bright, happy thoughts of his future; not be dragged down by the shadows of his family’s past.
They walked in, Astoria trying hard to be casual and surely failing; she made stilted small talk about Greengrass Growths, presenting herself as another local shopkeep and not the wife of a man who’d held the Cruciatus Curse on Garrick Ollivander while he screamed. Her skin had itched with the not-quite-lie; her hands had sweated more than Scorpius’s when the old wand-maker placed first one and then another slim stick in his hand; her fingers had fumbled at the clasp of her purse when she reached to pull out the nine Galleon payment -- but Scorpius had his wand. Ollivander had said nothing, and her son had his wand, and it had all been worth it--
And as they turned to go, Astoria trying to hustle her elated little boy out the door while he babbled excited about his brand new wand, Ollivander had stopped them both by saying, “Best of luck, Scorpius Malfoy. A laurel wand has little patience for a lackadaisical master -- but then, that’s not a trait there’s been much evidence of in your family so far, has there? Well, we will all see soon enough, won’t we...Good day, Mrs. Malfoy.”
Astoria had been trembling so much that she hadn’t had the nerve to Apparate them home, nor even to face the floo -- but Scorpius didn’t notice, and was more than happy to let his mother treat him to an ice cream sundae before they went back to the manor to show his father and grandparents his wonderful new Ollivander’s wand.
#headcanon#the apple of her eye { scorpius }#men held no appeal for her...so she married a constellation { astoria }#etc
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H/D Food Fair 2018 : (fics only)
@hd-fan-fair || official masterpost || AO3 || stats : 55 fics + 7 arts + 1 podfic
The Mods : @kittymiaomeow, @phoenix-acid, @sassy-cissa + Banner © : dustmouth
Anyone But Him by @coriesocks [E, 19k]
Early morning/late night microwaved food
The Best of Food by germankitty [T, 16k]
Jam maker, bakery
Birthday Bash by Razra_Eizel [G, 3k]
Birthday cake
Boiling Point by @goldentruth813 [M, 42k]
Dwindling food supply
The Boy Who Licked by @timothysboxers [M, 4k]
Custard filled donuts
The Chains of Memory by @dianacopland [E, 14k]
Food & memories
Chasing Treacle Tart (and Draco Malfoy) by xErised [E, 23k]
Dinner lady
Cooking Mama by @ladyoftheattic [T, 5k]
Cooking lessons
The Devil's Aphrodisiacs by @mars-bar81 [T, 3k]
Squirting geoducks, chef!Draco
The Difference Between Dust And Soup (Is You) by @gnarf [T, 17k]
Losing taste(buds)
The Dinner by brightowl [E, 7k]
A shared five-course meal
Eat Me by @maesterchill [E, 10k]
Chocolate
Eighteen Kisses by @stripedsilverfeline [T, 9k]
Imported chocolates
The Fair of Artful Pleasure (F.A.P.) by @gingertodgers & @synonym-for-life [M, 7k]
Lube taster
Feeling Rough, Feeling Raw (In the Prime of My Life) by @whiskyandwildflowers [E, 7k]
Detox resort & wellness spa
Feluna by Enchanted_Jae [T, 2k]
Cat cafe owner!Luna, chef!Harry, baker!Draco
The Finest Ingredient by @theknitterati [T, 4k]
Rare food ingredient
The Godric's Hollow Wizarding Parents Association by @mars-bar81 [E, 26k]
Picky eater kids
grant that we may feast (in fellowship) by @simplylegilimenss [E, 20k]
Hogwarts kitchens
The Great Magic Sex Mushroom Fiasco by @magnolia822 [E, 6k]
Wild mushrooms
Harry Potter and the Showstopper of Doom by @doubleappled [M, 11k] *restricted
Great British Bake-Off crossover
The Hand That Feeds You by @gracerene09 [E, 17k]
Hand feeding
haunt yourself and refuse to be buried by Ingi [G, 3k]
Master of Death & cooking
A Hint of Spice by giraffeminion [G, 6k]
Food truck owner!Harry
A Holiday in Provence by @dracoismytrashson [E, 32k]
Winery/Winemaker
How to Handle a Matzo Ball Soup Emergency by Blowfish_Diaries [M, 22k]
Hipster Deli bar
Ice Cream by Sw33tCh377yPi3 [G, 7k]
Wedding caterer!Harry
The Kitchen Thieves (and the Kitchen Herself) by @potteresque-ire [E, 67k]
Sentient!kitchen
Let him lead me to the banquet by @harryromper [T, 16k]
Dinner party host!Draco
Melange a deux by lyonessheart [T, 10k]
Excotic dishes & picnics
Once Upon a Time by @fantom-ftnoise [M, 12k]
Hansel & Gretel fusion
The One Where Harry is a Prat (Not Really) by @thethunderdiaries [T, 5k]
Valentine’s Day offerings
ORDER TO GO by @slyther-sins [M, 17k]
Bakery/coffee shop AU
Out of the Frying Pan into the Fire by @drarrymylove [E, 22k]
Unrecognized talented chef!Draco
Paidi's Proper Shag by @maraudersaffair [E, 10k]
Fast food restaurant
Passion Cake by @icmezzo [T, 19k]
Catering/Bakery business, magical ingredients, baking together
A picture of rice cake by @parkkate [E, 7k]
Morning-after breakfast
Popular Appetite by @fantasyfiend09 [G, 16k]
Upscale resort French food & Cornish food
Potter's Delicacies by @polly-weasley [E, 4k]
Stuffing kink/Sweet tooth
Promising Produce by @bangyababy [E, 3k]
Food sex gone wrong
The Right Question by @epsilonargus [T, 4k]
Private dining
Slice of Life by @writcraft & @phoenix-acid [E, 16k]
Bakery investor!Draco
Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm by @norelationtoatticus [E, 104k]
Food as courtship
Squill & Spoon by @fictional [M, 19k]
Dining with strangers
Succumb or Retreat by @mykesprit [E, 2k]
Apple (Forbidden Fruit/Knowledge of Good and Evil)
Sweet (S)talker by @slashfoxes [E, 10k]
Food sex… maybe?
Sweet Relief by crazyparakiss [E, 1k]
Lactation
Tectonic by @postjentacular [T, 3k]
Human plate
There Used To Be A Lightness by @dailyspark [T, 3k]
Restaurant worker(s)
Three Months, Eleven Days and Nine Hours by @sassy-cissa [T, 11k]
Soup kitchen/meal centre
The Way These Days Seem to Go (And Go) by @firethesound [T, 15k]
Stress baking
The Way to a Man's Heart by @drarryismymuse [E, 16k]
Personal chef (sorta)
What Happens at the Milk Bar (doesn't stay there) by @cubedcoffeecake [M, 10k]
Omega milk bar
Where There Is Tea by @bafflinghaze [T, 12k]
Tea room
Ynys Afallach (I Will Give My Love An Apple) by @femmequixotic & @noeeon [E, 42k]
Wizarding food by Waverly Root (History of magical food)
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✔ other fests in 2018
✔ fests in other years
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Here’s what the mun got for Christmas!
Lego DC Super Villains
Warriors Orochi 4
Anime figures (Armitage, Tenchi Muyo, Card Captor Sakura)
Dragon Age figures (Alistair, Leliana, Morrigan, Varric)
Harry Potter merch (pyjamas, bookmark, Draco Malfoy wand)
Blackheart Beauty Neko perfume
The Greatest Showman DVD
Magic Knight Rayearth DVD boxset
Ice Cream Maker
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Harry Potter #2
Part one
People:
Oliver Wood : Olivier Dubois (bois (m) : wood) / Filch : Rusard (ruse : cunning, trick, ard : pejorative suffixe) / Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody : Alastor "Fol Œil" Maugrey (oeil (m) : eye, fol (m) : old spelling of fou : mad, crazy) / Moaning Myrtle : Mimi Geignarde (geindre, v : to whine)
Newt Scamander : Norbert Dragonneau / Neville Longbottom : Neville Londubat (bas : bottom, lower part) / Ludovic Bagman : Ludovic Verpey
Bathilda Bagshot : Bathilda Tourdesac (”avoir plus d’un tour dans son sac” : “having more than a trick in one’s bag” > being resourceful) / Draco Malfoy : Drago Malefoy / Barty Crouch : Barty Croupton
ghost : fantôme (m)
Nearly headless Nick : Nick quasi-sans-tête / the bloody baron : le baron sanglant / the fat friar : le moine gras (moine : monk, gras-se : fatty, fat : gros-se) / the fat lady : la grosse dame / the grey lady : la dame grise
the dark lord : le seigneur des ténèbres / Tom Marvolo Riddle : Tom Elvis Jedusor (jeu (m) : game, sort (m) : spell) / you know who : vous savez qui-tu sais qui / he who must not be named : celui dont on ne doit pas prononcer le nom / death eater : mangemort-e (manger : to eat, morts : the dead (pl))
Creatures:
Buckbeak the hippogriff : Buck l’hypogriffe (m) / Fluffy : Touffu (touffu-e, adj : thick, bushy) / Fang : Crockdur (croquer, v : to munch, dur : hard)
Kreacher the house-elf : Kreattur l’elfe (ep) de maison / Griphook the goblin : Gripsec le gobelin (agripper, v : to grab, sec : dry, sharp)
werewolf : loup-garou (m) / thestral : sombral (m) (sombre : dark) / unicorn : licorne (f) / Grim : Sinistros (m)
Crookshanks : Pattenrond “pawincircle” (patte (f) : paw) / Fawkes the phoenix : Fumseck le phénix (m) / Scabbers the rat : Croûtard le rat (croûte : scab) / Mrs Norris : Miss Teigne (teigne (f) : nasty woman, vixen)
owl : hibou (m) / chouette (f) / Hedwig : Hedwig / Pigwidgeon : Coquecigrue
niffler : niffleur (m) / mermaid : sirène (f) / merpeople : êtres (m) de l’eau (: water) / centaur : centaure (m)
dementor : détraqueur (détraquer, v : to wreck, make go wrong) / boggart : épouvantard (m) (épouvante (f) : fright) / hag : harpie (f) (nasty woman) / pixie : lutin (m) / fairy : fée (f)
Places:
the Burrow : le Terrier
St. Mungo's hospital for magical maladies and injuries : hôpital sainte Mangouste pour les maladies et blessures magiques (mangouste (f) : mongoose)
Grimmauld place : square Grimmaurd
Hogsmeade : Pré-au-lard
Shrieking Shack : cabane hurlante
Dervish and Banges : Derviche et Bang
Gladrags Wizardwear : Gaichiffon (gai-e : happy, chiffon (m) : rag)
Honeydukes : Honeydukes
Hog's Head : la Tête de Sanglier
The Three Broomsticks : les Trois Balais
Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop : magasin de plumes Scribenpenne
Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop : salon de thé de Madame Pieddodu
Zonko's Joke Shop : Zonko, magasin de farces et attrapes
Diagon Alley : chemin (m) de Traverse (: crossbar)
Leaky Cauldron : le Chaudron Baveur (baveur/euse : dribbly)
Eeylops Owl Emporium : Au Royaume du Hibou (royaume (m) : kingdom)
Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlour : glaces Florian Fortarôme
Flourish and Blotts : Fleury et Bott
Weasley' Wizard Wheezes : Weasley, farces pour sorciers facétieux
Gringotts : Gringotts
Ollivanders, makers of fine wands : Ollivander, fabricants de baguettes magiques
Madam Malkin's robes for all occasions : Madame Guipure, prêt-à-porter pour mages et sorciers
Knockturn alley : allée des embrumes (embrumé-e, adj : misty, befuddled)
Daily life:
wand : baguette (f) / cape : cape (f) / hat : chapeau (m)
sorting hat : choixpeau magique (choix (m) : choice) / book : livre (m) / handbook : manuel (m) / feather : plume (f) / parchment : parchemin (m)
remembrall : rappeltout (v se rappeler : remember, tout : everything) / howler : beuglante (f) (beugler, v : to yell really loud) / gobstone : bavboule (f) (boule : bowl/ball, baver, v : to dribble) / chess : jeu (m) d’échecs
knight bus : magicobus (m) / floo powder : poudre (f) de cheminette (cheminée : chimney)
SPEW : SALE (société d’aide à la libération des elfes, DIRTY)
Food:
pumpkin : citrouille (f)
Bertie Bott's every-flavour beans : dragées (f) surprises de Bertie Crochue (bean : haricot)
Cauldron cake : fondant (m) du Chaudron
Chocolate frog : chocogrenouille (f)
pumpkin pastie/y? : patacitrouille (f)
liquorice wand : baguette magique à la réglisse
Dr Filibuster's fabulous wet-start, no-heat fireworks : pétard mouillé du Dr Flibuste (fabulous : fabuleux/euse, fireworks : feux (m) d’artifice, heat : chaleur (f), wet : mouillé-e, pétard : firecracker (m))
Drooble's best blowing gum : ballongomme (m) du Bullard
gillyweed : branchiflore (f)
Quidditch:
beater : batteur (also the word for drummer) / bludger : cognard
chaser : poursuiveur / golden snitch : vif d'or
keeper : gardien (garder, v : to keep) / quaffle : souafle
seeker : attrapeur (attraper, v : to catch)
broom : balai (m) / cleansweep : brossdur / firebolt : éclair de Feu / nimbus two thousand : nimbus 2000 “deux mille” / nimbus two thousand and one : nimbus 2001 “deux mille un” / shooting star : étoile filante / firebolt : éclair (m) de feu (éclair : flash of lightning, feu : fire)
And, as a treat, an extract:
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OTP Challenge Day 12
Writing this one at 11;30pm with half an hour left. Terrible idea, would not recommend.
The prompt was: Day Twelve, Shopping: Your OTP shopping together. What are they shopping for? Are they just running errands, or are they buying gifts for each other?
Enjoy
Shopping with Draco was a nightmare. Harry loved the guy, but they had been to the supermarket at least 20 times now and he still went crazy every time. He seemed to have a million questions any time they went anywhere and Harry had got a lot of strange looks from people as he tried to explain to Draco how EFTPOS machines worked.
Draco also had a habit of just buying crazy things he decided he wanted every time they went shopping. They had managed to collect at least 27 pairs of novelty socks, 6 different clocks, and a bunch of household appliances they really didn't need. The idea of owing an ice-cream maker sounds fun, but Harry soon learnt it ends up taking up space in the cupboard next to the rice cooker, popcorn maker and waffle machine they never use, because magic is way easier.
But Harry always ended up taking Draco with him anyway. It made him so happy. It had actually become the highlight of Harry's week, waiting to find out what new crazy product, Draco had decided was a good idea.
Sure it cost a lot to keep up with Draco's mad buying habits, but Harry and Draco both had well paying jobs, so it didn't really bother Harry. Plus eventually someone is going to want a pair of novelty socks and Harry certainly had a lot of them.
Gift shopping however could not even hold a candle to regular shopping. Harry had thought christmas had been crazy at Hogwarts but Draco took it to a whole new extreme. Draco had co-ordinated wrapping paper schemes, with presents wrapped in accordance with an overly elaborate system Harry could not follow.
Harry was a last minute gift shopper, but Draco was meticulous, buying gifts months in advance. Harry was impressed and slightly concerned at how well Draco could schedule things. He had his whole day planned out weeks in advance, having specific shopping times for specific people, sometimes allotting whole days for one person if he thought they would be difficult to buy for. Normally Harry would hate spending that much time doing anything but Draco was such fun to watch while shopping, he found he didn't mind.
All in all Harry had to confess shopping with Draco was less of a nightmare and more of a dream he didn't even know he had come true.
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Hey!! Can u recommend me some fics (preferably one shots) where D and H are in an established relationship and they aren't too much flirtatious or sappy but they're happy together. Thnx in advance!
Hii! Here are some:
How Did You Know You Were In Love? by ashleyfanfic - K, one-shot - Hermione is working on an article for Witch Weekly in which she enlists her friends help.
Have You Seen the Stars Tonite? by Musyc - E, one-shot - Holiday celebrations in the village of Faith-In-Hart. Draco has something special planned for Hermione. If he can get it right, it will be perfect.
Ice Cream Scoops By: Glalie773 - T, one-shot - Draco Malfoy never believed in soulmates. Though desperately, secretly, hopelessly… he wanted them to be real. Just so he’d know that he would have Hermione Granger forever.
Wandering Eyes by avdubs - M, one-shot - Prompt: Hermione practically moving into the Slytherin dorms. Like she and Draco are always on his bed studying/not studying and she’s permanently moved a muggle tea maker into the common room which 1) no one has the balls to remove and 2) everyone comes to secretly love and learn how to use. One morning she wakes up and leaves bed before Draco is ready to get up. She’s walking around in his Quidditch jersey and a pair of her lace knickers in the common room, making herself a cup of tea. Crabbe and Goyle walk in and are v much aroused. Enter a half-awake Draco who is super possessive of his little bookworm and protectively pulls her into his arms while staring daggers at his henchmen.
Flying Lessons By: shadesofgrey1321 - M, one-shot - Hermione is determined to fly. Draco decides to help her out.
Delivered by dormiensa - T, one-shot - Hermione and Draco’s project for the Department of Mysteries produced startling results. But then, what else could have been expected of such a partnership?
Centerfold By: UltravioletPinkRanger - T, one-shot -Draco gets a surprise when he show up at work for the day.
- Jamie
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⚡️🌸 congrats on 300!
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Hogwarts house: Slytherin / Hufflepuff / Gryffindor / Ravenclaw
Blood status: Pureblood / Half-blood / Muggle-born
Pet: Cat / Owl / Toad / Something else / Something illegal / No pet
Friend group: The golden trio / Ginny, Neville, Luna / Dean, Seamus / Lavender, Padma, Parvarti / Draco, Pansy etc. / Fred and George
Best Friend: Luna
Favourite subject: Defence against the dark arts / Transfiguration / Charms / Astronomy / Herbology / History of magic / Potions / Arithmancy / Care of magical creatures / Muggle studies / Ancient runes
Least favourite: Defence against the dark arts / Transfiguration / Charms / Astronomy / Herbology / History of magic / Potions / Arithmancy / Care of magical creatures / Muggle studies / Ancient runes
Quidditch position: Captain / Chaser / Seeker / Beater / Announcer / Spectator
School life: Head girl/boy / Prefect / Trouble maker / Teacher’s pet / no extra titles
Snack: Cauldron cake / Butterbeer / Pumpkin pasty / Chocolate frog / Bertie botts every flavour bean / sugar mice / fizzing whizbee
Career: Ministry worker / Auror / Magizoologist / Journalist / Writer / Potioneer / Quidditch player / Wand maker / Unspeakable / Hogwarts professor
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Bee: Sunshine on a summers day ad footprints left in the sand behind you as you walk. Ice cream melting down a hand and a perfect, cloudless sky.
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