Yay, AB! For a second time, we celebrate your birthday –because you arejust that awesome, seriously. Thank you for being one of the most creative, charismatic, and caring friends ever. And may you, Amazingly L, Ilovegnomes, and I remain besties throughout our lives. ^_^ By the way, it's a good thing you like needy, estrogen-y Harry. I hope you don't mind his slight OC-ness.
Warning: TOTAL RANDOMNESS.
And just in case anyone was wondering whether or not I own any part of Harry Potter, which means said people are out of their minds, no, I don't. And if I did, Drarry wouldn't be just in fanfics.
And now, without further ado…
Fangirls and fic writers!
May I have your attention please?
Do you wake every morning in sighs of despair
To discover the lack of Drarry in the air?
Wot ought to be there?
Well, fangirls and fic writers,
From now on you can waken with ease.
You need never again have a worry or care,
I will show you a fanfiction marvelous rare,
Fic readers, you are about to see something wot rose
To be read!
Right below this fic's head.
Enjoy! ^_^
A soft rapping on Harry's – Johanna's door made the boy jump in surprise. His auror reflexes kicked into survival mode and at once he assumed a calm position. But Harry just about fell over when saw a face he thought he would never see again staring down at him. "…Severas?"
Some warm, true smile never seen before on the face of Severas Snape lit up the older man's face. "There – that wasn't so hard, was it? I told you that last-name formalities are far too coarse now."
Harry's eyes narrowed, not at what he had said or how he said it —not even the fact that he was supposed to be dead— but at Severas' head. He cut it and it's grey but not greasy! "Your hair," Harry blurted out incredulously.
Severas gave slightly strained laugh as a small frown fixed itself upon his face. "My dear boy, you are so ignorant; it's quite endearing."
Don't freak out. Don't freak out! Harry told himself his auror mantra several times, however nearly impossible it was given his current situation. "Er, thank you…"
Black eyes flowed across Harry's attire, then at the blue dress lying on Johanna's duvet. "You are unsatisfied with the new gown? It was specially tailored for you; I think it suits you. But perhaps we can order something else—something more age-appropriate. The neckline simply will not do."
"There's nothing wrong with the dress," Harry said uneasily. None of this makes sense! Why is Severas here? Why is he being nice to me? What's with his hair? And why the bloody hell did he buy me a dress! …He's right, though. The neckline is simply preposterous. He resolved to keep quiet, hunt down information, and contact Draco so he could do the same.
"My dear child, it means the world to me that you should have whatever you desire. Please let me know if you need anything—anything at all. Supper is ready; I have come to escort you downstairs."
"May I have a moment, sir? This shirt is a bit uncomfortable… I think I should get changed."
"Of course," Severas said, smiling again as he left the room.
There was something important, something Harry was forgetting and it ate at his mind so long as he couldn't put a finger on it. He found a piece of paper and scrawled a message to Draco, tying it to a small knick-knack on Johanna's dresser. Opening the window, he waved to the blond Slytherin and tossed it down. He could not help but admire the grace and ease with which Draco caught it.
"Better change this shirt, then," Harry mumbled. "Note to self: tell Johanna to get a new wardrobe if I ever meet her." He found the least frilly shirt to put on and headed out into the hall where Severas was waiting for him.
Two things bothered Harry most as he followed the man to dinner: one, Severas now seemed very tense and silent once he exited the bedroom.
And why had he almost wrote "Love, Harry" on the letter to Draco?
He hoped it was just the potion talking.
Severas held out a chair for his ward to sit down in the dining room, which seemed very secluded and dimly-lit to Harry. "I have an important matter to attend to, my dear, but I'll be back shortly. Please don't fret in my absence."
Harry snorted as soon as the graying man was out of earshot. "Yeah, right."
Draco,
I think we're stuck inside this movie for now. Are you able to Apparate at all? I haven't had the chance to try yet and my wand is back at the Burrow. For all I know, the manor I'm in could have Appartion wards, so I'm going to hold off on trying.
Er, I don't know how to write this any way without making you freak out, but… Your dead godfather lives in this mansion and apparently he thinks I live here. And his hair looks weird. And he invited me to dinner. And he bought me a dress. I know you were probably laughing at me when you saw that horrible thing, so shut it. I am not a girl.
I don't know how things are going with you, but can you try your best to gather information? You know that man from the very beginning of the movie, Sweeney Todd? I think we're supposed to meet him again somewhere in the movie, since he's the main character. Maybe if you find him, we can figure out how to get back home. I'm going to try to get out of here without being noticed. In the case that I can't get out right away, I'm going to work on making something so you can send replies up to me. For now, I think it's best to just go along with whatever happens. Good luck. I hope to see you soon, my friend.
~Harry
Draco read the note, feeling a bit more at ease now that he had contact with Harry. Severas being alive hadn't shock him too much, considering his insane aunt's appearance. Going back to Bellatrix's meat pie shop, however, was not an idea he fancied.
The first thing Draco thought of when Severas' opened the door to his manor was, wow, Harry's right. His hair does look odd.
"You—boy, come here. What are you up to?" Severas said, his usual off smile in place.
"Huh? I'm, er—traveling."
"Come inside."
"Oh. Okay." Draco followed his godfather inside to a nice lounge with many books. He sat down on an elegant loveseat and was about to ask about Harry when Severas started to speak.
"What did you say you were again? A traveler? Well, a traveler must be practiced in the ways of the world. Would you say you are practiced in the ways of the world, my boy?"
"I—suppose…"
"Oh yes... such practices. The Geishas of Japan, the concubines of Siam, the catamites of Greece, the harlots of India. I have them all here, drawings of them. Everything you've ever dreamed of doing with a woman. Would you like to see?"
This has got to be the most awkward conversation I've ever had with my godfather. Is he trying to give me "the talk"? Oh Merlin, no! "I think there's been some mistake," Draco said, swallowing hard.
" I think not. You gandered at my ward, my Lily. You gandered at her. YES, sir, you gandered!"
Draco blinked at his angry godfather in confusion before realizing he meant—Harry… Severas stood up looking as if he would hit him. "I-I meant no harm!" he found himself pleading.
"Your meaning is immaterial. Mark me! If I see your face again on this street, you'll rue the day you were born!"
A pair of rough hands dragged Draco outside as he was too confused to fight them off. He briefly saw the face of Peter Pettigrew pulling from his person a metal beating cane. It's the rat who sold out Harry's parents! And why is this place crawling with Death Eaters! Draco wanted more than anything to beat the living daylights out of the man, but that might do Draco no good. What if they were holding Harry prisoner and hurt him? But why would Severas do this?
Draco's inner magic bubbled up to the surface as protection against Pettigrew's stinging whips. He felt nothing except the bleeding cut on his lip from biting down too hard in shock. The rat said something, then, "next time, it'll be your pretty little brains" before Draco was freed. He walked purposefully along the side of the manor, looking up at the windows for a sign of Harry anywhere. The green-eyed man was nowhere to be found. A sudden feeling of longing welled up in Draco's chest that unexpectedly came out in song:
"Do they think that walls could hide you?
Even now, I'm at your window.
I am in the dark beside you,
Buried sweetly in your raven hair!"
"Why the hell am I singing?" Draco shook his head and sighed, running down the street to see if he could find Mr. Todd again. Of course, Harry probably doesn't remember the end of the movie, since he didn't really know what to do, he thought with a huff.
Half an hour later, a crowd of people started gathering in what looked like a very worn-down marketplace. Draco decided to follow the others; perhaps Mr. Todd would be among them, as well as cover from Bellatrix.
A tall "Italian" man had set up a showy barber stall in the middle that people seemed to be flocking to. Draco shook his head in disgust while he observed the falsity of the display. His accent is obviously fake; anyone who has any real knowledge of Italy would be able to tell. Plus he doesn't move his hands enough, but when he does, it's fake. And that mustache – it belongs on a walrus! Poor kid, his assistant. It looks like he's been treated down-right horrible.
Seeing the boy, Toby, forced into cruel service by the "barber" made Draco just about livid. It reminded him of what Harry had gone through and he didn't like it one bit. The show went on as the boy sang, trying to sell a concocted hair elixir to the crowd, and Draco was beyond fed up. He was about to shout his outrage and Apparate away with the child to somewhere safe when none other than Sweeney Todd voiced his opinion in song. He even challenged the man to a shaving contest!
I would so much rather be watching Glee during a singing competition than this, Draco thought as he adjusted his watch. Good thing Harry doesn't need to know about my American TV show habits. I hope Todd beats him too – the git deserves it.
Then, Mr. Todd asked some man to be the contest's judge. Draco cringed upon seeing Peter Pettigrew walk past him onto the display. What others may not have seen during the contest, Draco did. Todd didn't like Pettigrew at all. Sneaking over to listen in, the Slytherin discovered the strange barber's true motive: to get the judge he was talking about to come to his shop. And he had a feeling this judge character was in for more than a shave. Good for Todd. The blighter deserves it.
Draco gathered as much news as he could over the next few days, mainly following Sweeney Todd and Bellatrix to figure out what role they played in this movie. He reported back to Harry, who had made a small contraption to send letters back and forth between them.
"I can't Apparate out of here for some reason," Harry's letter said, "Pettigrew keeps saying Severas' last name is Turpin and when I tried to kill Pettigrew, neither of them were surprised or angry. It's like it never happened. Try to follow them and see what they're up to."
"I will." Draco wrote back. "Nice new gown by the way. How long before you take this one off?" Harry now wore a coral pink gown he had been forced into by the maids, who thought him darling. He swore when he looked in the mirror; if he was a woman, he would have been most indecently exposed.
"Shut up and get me out of here! I'm surrounded by maids and locked doors with no wand or weapons – I can't even get into the kitchen for a bloody knife!"
The same beggar woman Draco asked about Harry told him where Severas and Pettigrew would walk in the afternoon. Draco positioned himself in a nearby alleyway to listen in on their plans.
"I have news for you, my friend," Severas told Pettigrew. "In order to shield him from the evils of this world, I have decided to marry my lovely Lily."
"Oh, sir, happy news indeed!"
"Strange, though. When I offered myself to him, he showed a certain—reluctance."
Draco stifled a gasp, listening in closer. Why the hell would he try to marry Harry! And in what universe would he think Harry would ever want to marry him!
"Excuse me, my lord
May I request, my lord
Permission, my lord, to speak?
Forgive me if I suggest, my lord
You're looking less than your best, my lord
There's powder upon your vest, my lord
And stubble upon your cheek…
And Lads like him, sir, are weak"
Severas' beady eyes fixed themselves upon his clothes self-consciously. "Stubble, you say? …Perhaps I am a little over-hasty in the mornings."
"Fret not though, my lord
I know a place, my lord
A barber, my lord, of skill
Thus armed with a shaven face, my lord
Some odor cologne to brace, my lord
And musk to enhance the chase, my lord
You'll dazzle the boy until…"
Severas looked at his servant suspiciously. "Until?"
"He bows to your every will," Pettigrew sang.
It took all the will Draco possessed not to puke right then and there. He could listen no longer. That vile bugger planned to defile his Harry! Draco Malfoy was not about to let that happen. And no one calls my Harry 'weak!' Harry said we'd have to meet up with Todd again. I guess I don't have any choice.
For once, Draco ran into action without thinking. His focus solely concentrated on saving Harry. He burst into Mr. Todd's shop with all the pleading he could muster into his voice. "Mr. Todd, you have to help me! My friend is locked up in this madman's house – please, you have to help me get him out. I'll do anything, I—"
What happened next was all very unclear. Draco could make out some of the shouting and that Severas was enraged. He stormed out of the shop and Todd rounded on Draco, throwing him out as well.
Great. This is what I get for going with Harry's usual plan. Yet, somehow, it always works for him! Draco sighed and walked away from another one of Sweeney Todd's angry singing rants.
"That's it!" Draco declared, walking once again straight up to the manor Harry was held captive in. "This is personal!" He was about to burst inside and rescue Harry however he could when a carriage pulled up and Harry's captor dragged him outside in chains.
Draco's blood boiled in his veins, unleashing an inner magic he had never felt before. "Screw whatever happens in this bloody movie!" He punched Harry's captor in the jaw and ran after the carriage, jumping onto the back as it rounded the corner. The road became bumpier within a few minutes, so Draco used the noisy periods to clamber on top of the carriage. Once it came to a stop, he on leapt top of the driver and threw him from the seat.
"THAT'S FOR KIDNAPPING MY HARRY, B*TCH!"
The bucking horses were released from the carriage at once, racing off to what Draco hoped would be somewhere far better than this mad place. He climbed out and opened the carriage door to find his shocked Harry trying to unravel the last of his chains. "Draco, look out!"
They ducked barely in time as a whip cracked above their heads. Draco grabbed Harry out of the carriage, feet still bound, and used his other chains to trip the driver. Then, carrying his love bridal style, he ran like hell.
"Put me down, Malfoy! I'm not a helpless imp, you git." Harry struggled out of Draco's arms, undoing the last of the chains around his feet. "Don't try to help." They were on a large bridge, no people around to see the metal fall into a thrashing river below. "I didn't ask to be put in that dress. And I am not a girl!"
"You looked like a Disney princess!" Draco snorted, secretly thinking of how pretty Harry happened to look in said gown. "And your favourite color and—"
Harry's curiosity overcame any possible annoyance. "How do you know about Disney princesses?"
"The travel tour. American muggle thing," Draco muttered offhandedly. He held in his relief when the other man shrugged it off. Thank Merlin he's so thick and I'm so good at lying. "Hey, what's that noise?"
Harry jumped, as did his shirt. He smiled and pulled from it tiny, white kitten. "This is Jasper. The lunatic gave him to me when he proposed. I think I'll keep him; the poor thing has no life here anyway."
"Thank you for letting me out," the cat mewed. "It was rather stuffy in that carriage."
Draco groaned. "Just what we need – a talking rat."
"Hey!" Jasper scratched Draco's arm and jumped back inside of Harry's shirt. "I'll be back out when you get some manners."
"Shove off, Draco," Harry agreed. "Jasper is so cute! Be thankful he's not a ferret, okay." Harry snickered at the murderous look on his friend's face. "Now to more important things. I've read the manual for the telly a million times, can even quote it. Arthur did mess with the movie player, but—"
Draco rolled his eyes. "There's a surprise. So, what do we do now?"
"Well, the telly didn't do exactly as he intended. He wrote its new function: 'This other-worldly invention will tingle the senses; whatever your heart truly desires will happen in the show or movie of your choice. Just ask to change what you wish, press a button, and you can shape your own new story.' It wasn't meant to make us characters in the movie, I don't think. The only thing I can think of to do now is ask Mr. Todd for help."
"Perfect!" Draco exclaimed, rolling his eyes as sarcasm dripped from his velvet voice. "Just perfect. Why don't we just go try to book Mika for a private concert. And why don't we add Celtic Thunder, while we're at it? I'm sure they all have loads of time to spare." He caught himself and added, "Like Bellatrix won't turn us to dust the moment she figures out you're here!"
Molly Weasley's signature motherly glare could have been rivaled by the stance Harry took, complete with hands on his hips. "Draco Lucius Malfoy, if you don't spit out right now how you know all about all these muggle musicians, there will be consequences."
"What are you going to do? Put me in a dress?" Draco put up a defensive wall, not willing to reveal his secret so easily.
Too distracted by the positively flirtatious smirk on his friend's face, Draco didn't notice something had gone missing until it was too late. "Trust me, I can do much worse than that." Harry held over the water, in triumph, Draco's favourite rose pendant. "Spill it or the trinket goes."
Jasper poked his fuzzy head out and suggested, "I could always eat it."
Draco's pale face went positively tomato red. "Alright, alright—don't throw it or feed it to that thing! I need that. I-I'll tell! He ran a hand through his hair in disbelief that Harry bloody Potter had tricked him. It's all because of his demonic, enrapturing, terrible, wonderful, rotten, no-good, devilish good looks! That evil incubus, drawing me in like that, he grumbled inwardly. "Promise you won't tell?"
Pretending to examine his nails, Harry growled playfully, "that depends. I'm sure Blaise and Pansy would love to hear whatever you're about to say. And maybe your mother and—"
"DON'T YOU DARE TELL MY MOTHER, POTTER!"
"Tell me the truth —the whole truth—and your pin thing may be spared."
"It's called a pendant. Vintage, pure gold with precious gems. And you're supposed to be a Gryffindor," Draco muttered. "Fine. When I went to muggle America, I discovered this thing called a 'computer.' It was an accident, I swear! I was in a library and I asked my friend Aurora how to use it. She showed me all these muggles videos and movies, like BBC. They have these shows called Robin Hood and Sherlock and, Merlin, they're amazing. Oh, Harry, I just couldn't help it… they were addictive! Like eating pepper imps, or—treacle tart, for you. I couldn't stop. They have all this music and this thing called 'email,' which is even faster than owling someone. It's a wonder I didn't stay glued to the screen forever. So, that's how I came to know so many things about muggles, except that damn TV thing." He gave his best pout, but Harry kept looking at him as if searching for something. "What? That's it! There you have it. Now give me back my pendant!"
"I don't know what, but you're hiding something else. There's a reason you went researching that stuff, isn't there? Draco?" he said in a warning voice.
"No, that's it. Everything. Finite!"
"Now I know you're lying. Draco, did you honestly think I would tell? It's not a big deal." He stepped forward and opened the grey-eyed man's breast pocket, slipping the no-longer-hostage gold object inside. His lip began to quiver in spite of himself, the hint of begging in his voice he hoped wouldn't be recognized. "I just—I'd like it if you were honest with me, You can trust me, I promise."
A part of Draco still held back, but everything about this experience with Harry weakened its resolve. Harry had come far too close this time. I'll be damned if I let him go without knowing whether or not he cares. "It isn't you who I don't trust," Draco whispered, placing his hand on the small of Harry's back. He breathed in Harry's scent and stayed silent for a moment. "If this only lasts a moment before you slap cold, bitter sense back into me, it will be the happiest moment I've ever had."
Harry's questioning was silenced by a pair of soft, pink lips meeting his own. Draco's arms wrapped around his love as they kissed in the dusk's dim light.
"Ew," Jasper commented, wrinkling his little pink nose. "I'm being squished by faeries."
"Go back in the pocket, Jasper, or no supper for you. Now, c'mon. Let's get the hell out of here."
The next part of the movie consisted of Todd and Bellatrix singing about how every man they saw would be made into a meat pie. Harry and Draco watched, feeling very scared, and held onto one another for their lives.
When the insanity ceased –at least in musical form—Draco coughed, rubbing his eyes as if it would negate what he and Harry had just seen. "That was…"
"Interesting."
"Quite."
They walked in silence along walls of the shop for a little while. Out of nowhere, Harry burst into roaring laughter until his gut felt like it would split. It wasn't his normal laughter, either, and it just plain scared Draco. There was hysteria and torment in the laugh that made his own stomach turn. "Harry…"
"I remember, Draco!" He was crying now, still laughing as tears streamed down his face and his voice sounded ragged. "I remember the basic, bloody ending!"
"That's great… What is it?"
Meanwhile, Jasper the kitten jumped out of Harry's shirt and shook his head. "Another one for the nuthouse, eh? They all go mental eventually. Humans"
You're calling my Harry crazy when Todd and Bellatrix are making meat pies out of people? Draco thought wryly. I am so glad I don't live in this time or as one of you psychotic muggles. He shooed the feline into the pie shop and bent over Harry, who had crumpled onto the pavement as he sobbed. "Hey," Draco soothed, stroking Harry's face, "you know you're still beautiful, even when you're like this, don't you?"
Harry laughed again, hollow and mixed with a hiccup. He looked away, moaning, "you have to say that because this is all a damn dream and it isn't fair. And none of this would've happened if I wasn't hormonal on drugs!"
"Listen to me, Harry. If anyone's dreaming right now, it's me. After all I've done to you, after I've been a right foul git, you've still accepted me. I could only dream that you would ever feel the same way as I do. Maybe the drugs are making you imagine that I'm likable and you'll regret ever kissing me once they wear off. I'm a bloody coward, Harry, you know that. You-you have all odds stacked against you, yet you face the world without looking back and make it look easy."
"Shut up!" Harry wailed, holding onto the Slytherin tightly. "The only way I'd regret kissing you is if it never really happened, so suck it up!" His voice was muffled by a shirt, but it was the most wonderful thing Draco had ever heard him say. But why is he still crying…?
"Harry… how does this movie end?"
"I-I don't remember the exact details, but… almost everybody dies at the end."
There was a pregnant pause until Draco said, "do you remember if our characters die?"
"I don't know," Harry cried, burying his face in his lover's neck. "But only a few people live, so there's a good chance. I have no idea what to do. Two years ago, everyone I loved seemed to be dying right before my eyes. I was ready to die for everybody I've ever loved. But now, if this is all real and I have you… I'm afraid, Draco. I've lost a lot. Losing you would break me."
"Shh…" Moonstone eyes looked down into emerald intently. "Maybe our 'death' in this movie means we'll wake up back in the burrow. This could be a dream we're sharing, for all we know. If it is real—you won't ever lose me, Harry."
The raven's brow furrowed. "But you would d—"
"Remember what you told me about the resurrection stone? You said the people you loved came out of it and showed they remain in your heart always. So, if you love me, I'll stay there forever, no matter what happens." Harry didn't say anything. He clutched on tighter to Draco and prayed they could always stay this close.
"Ahem," a voice mewed from the doorway. "Haven't you both got something to do besides cuddle."
"No. Go away," Draco whined at Jasper, only to receive a glare.
For the next few days, Draco and Harry watched in horror as Bellatrix and Todd set up the meat pie shop as a killing machine. The first person to bring up how everything seemed like a blur was Draco.
"It's how the movie's time works, I think. Or we could just be doing the time warp again."
"You love Rocky Horror, too!"
Jasper buried his head in his paws to hide from yet another round of snogging.
"I can't help but feel a little bad for Todd, you know. Having his wife and daughter stolen from him."
"So that's why we haven't stopped him from killing people?"
Draco shrugged. "Like you said, we probably just did the time warp again."
"I think you have to sing the next song with Sweeney Todd in the movie. It's about Johanna—his daughter, I mean." Draco smirked and held Harry's hand.
"I feel you, oh Harry, I feel you
Do they think that walls can hide you?
Even now I'm at your window
I am in the dark beside you
Buried sweetly in your raven hair
Oh Harry…"
Harry smiled and stroked Draco's face. "You made up your own version just for me?"
"I couldn't help it. You just looked so pretty up in the window."
"Handsome," Jasper corrected, flicking his tail at them both.
"Whatever."
Sweeney Todd began to sing, then, and Harry looked on "And are you beautiful and pale
With yellow hair—like her?
I'd want you beautiful and pale
The way I've dreamed you were, Johanna!"
"Oh Harry!"
Sweeney Todd: And if you're beautiful what then
With yellow hair—like wheat
I think we shall not meet again
My little dove, my sweet Johanna!
"I'll steal you, oh Harry…"
" Good-bye, Johanna!
You're gone and yet you're mine
I'm fine, Johanna, I'm fine"
"Oh Harry…"
"And if I never hear your voice
My turtledove, my dear
I still have reason to rejoice
The way ahead is clear, Johanna!"
"I feel you, oh Harry"
"And in the darkness
When I'm blind with what I can't forget
It's always morning in my mind
My little lamb, my pet, Johanna!
You stay, Johanna, the way I've dreamed you are!
Oh look, Johanna! A star!"
"Buried sweetly in your raven hair"
"A shooting star!"
"And though I'll think of you, I guess
Until the day I die—I think I miss you less and less
As every day goes by, Johanna!
"Oh, Harry!"
"And you'd be beautiful and pale and look too much like her
If only angels could prevail, we'd be the way we were, Johanna!"
"I feel you, oh Harry"
"Wake up, Johanna! Another bright red day!
We learn, Johanna, to say…
Goodbye!"
"I'll steal you!"
Harry nuzzled into his love's chest petting Jasper while all three of them fell asleep against the pie shop wall. The sound of the Beadle's murder, Judge Turpin entering the barber shop to look for "Lily," his own death, and the falling blood of almost everyone but themselves was deaf to Draco and Harry's ears. Only Toby stayed awake long enough to see a flash of light enveloping both men as he escaped the cellar.
"Hey, little guy," Toby whispered, picking up the small kitten left behind. "Looks like it's jus' you and me now." Jasper approved of his new owner's guts and silently curled up in the boy's arms.
"Rise and shine, sleepyheads! Who's up for a spot of breakfast?"
Harry woke abruptly at the sound of Mrs. Weasley's voice. "Molly! It's Molly, Draco, we're back!"
"Whaah—?" Draco gurgled, lifting his head off of Harry's. "That was some dream. Must've—dozed off…" He mentally braced himself for the tidal wave of emotion crashing down. Harry would have no idea what happened. And he was still hopped up on drugs.
"Back? Did you fall asleep Apparating? Oh, Draco, dear! So nice to see you! C'mon, Ronnikins just sent us a postcard and Georgie has come over for breakfast with Angelina.
Draco sighed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, only to remind himself of the dream.
"Sweeney Todd, huh?" Arthur looked at the DVD case approvingly. "Good musical. Looks like there two probably slept through the ending. Ooh, Molly, I forgot to tell you! I added a new program to allow people to change the story in movies and shows. Wouldn't that be a 'hit' as they say on the muggle market? We should try it sometime."
"Wait, what!" Draco stood up, his eyes snapping open. He stared at Harry, who had a lazy smile on his face. Do-do you remember…?"
"Remember what? Where did Jasper go? If you did something to him, Draco, you owe me a new cat. He was right here in my shirt…"
Molly laughed at her husband and surrogate sons. "I think you're all imagining things. Your eggs are going to get cold. C'mon, then."
"I have something very important to do first, Molly," Draco declared, pulling Harry to his feet. He swept his green-eyed man into a starry-eyed kiss, ignoring the chuckles around them.
"About time," Molly put in, taking Arthur's arm. "Let's go upstairs and leave the boys to it."
Eventually, maybe an hour or two later, Draco and Harry did make it to a cold breakfast. As Draco held a chair out for Harry, he failed to notice a certain pendant's whereabouts yet again.
"No, seriously, Draco—you owe me a new kitten."
^_^ ~Finite~ ^_^
