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'Thoughts'

"Speaking"

"God I can't get that annoying bastard out of my head," snarled Draco as he picked at his meal, his friends sitting across from him in the shared booth. "It's been a fucking week since I met him and he still haunts me." 'God dammit how the hell can this guy rule my mind whilst I have a girlfriend who I haven't given one thought too since I told him I had a girlfriend.'

"Drake, maybe the guy thought you were, I dunno, bi or something," Gregory Goyle said, shrugging as he picked at his food. "I mean, Kathie is always saying you send off this, Merlin what'd she call it, 'Come fuck me boys and girls' vibe," he added, grimacing. "Honestly, I could give a rats' fuzzy cock if you fuck girls or boys or both, as long as you get laid every so often. You and Severus always get so pissy when you don't get fucked after a few weeks."

Draco, Pansy, and Vincent stared at Gregory. "Dammit Greg, never though you had that kind of mouth on you," Pansy said, laughing dryly. "I mean I knew Vince and Draco have a mouth on them that would make Salazar himself beat you with a bludger bat, but YOU? And I thought you were the one in our little group who was all 'namby-pamby clean language, never fucked a person in his life besides who I'm married to'," she said, staring at Gregory with a look like she had been smacked.

Draco snickered and shook his head with a laugh. "Pansy, you've obviously never seen Gregory drunk," he said, laughing to himself. "Ah, I do believe that we are getting dirty looks from a waitress. Might as well pay and go," Draco said, shaking his head still. It was like a pendulum, swinging back and forth until he finally stood and dropped a few crisp bills onto the table. "Come on. Least we get banned from the premises."

Harry Potter busied himself around his home. A minor neat freak, Harry often busied himself with cleaning whilst he waited for his three kids to come home. He was glancing at the clock every so often. "Twenty more minutes," muttered Harry. A quick check of the calendar told him it was the day of the week to feed the family snake. Reaching into the freezer, Harry grabbed out a frozen rat and dropped it into the tank, the snake grabbing at it with a quick jab.

Across the living room sat another cage where a live rat scurried around. A rat saved from becoming the snakes dinner a few months back, via the stubbornness of Tony, Abbi, and Matthew. After school the kids would feed the rodent and than have Harry help them with homework or entertain them.

"Dad, we're home," called Matthew, the youngest of the three. Tony and Abbi were both 9 and Matthew was 7. Although they were all relatively close in age, and remarkably looked a lot like Harry, the family was not blood related. Harry, being gay and stubborn not to have a surrogate to birth him children, had adopted the twins and Matthew. He had yet to reveal it to the children, nor did he plan on it. "I got a permission slip you need to sign," Matthew said, rushing up to his father and tugging on the mans pant leg.

"Is it a permission slip or is it a failed paper again?" sighed Harry, taking Matthew's bag. The boy squirmed slightly and Harry groaned. "Matthew, we talked about this. Study hard and you'll get that toy you wanted," Harry said, watching as Tony and Abbi walked in, chatting animatedly. "How was your guys' day?" While the children talked over each other, Harry busied himself with making dinner.

"Hey Daddy, you're going out again right? Does that mean we get to have Hermione baby sit again?" piped up Abbi. When Harry nodded in response she squealed in happiness. Hermione was a bright witch that Harry had met when he moved into the apartment complex. She, like Draco, had attended Hogwarts instead of Beuxbatons like she had wanted. While the children were unaware of the woman's magical talents, Harry had picked up immediately when she had been stirring a stew while a knife magically chopped vegetables.

Tony grumbled in bitterness. He did not like the woman. She was always talking about books, studying, or 'girl stuff'. While he made his distaste in the woman plain and known, Matthew hid it. He did not like Hermione he didn't put down the poor girl. "Why does she have to baby sit us? We're old enough to watch Matt. It's not like we're five."

Harry shot his son a disapproving look. "Coming from the boy who melted a toy soldier in the microwave last week? Watch a seven year old? In what world would that make sense? No, Hermione is coming over. I have to go see someone," said Harry, setting down the plates of grilled cheese sandwiches.

"Who're you meeting Dad? Is it a girl?" teased Matt, smiling at his father who laughed boisterously with a mouth full of sandwich. "Well, if not that, it's got to be a friend, correct?" Harry just waved his hand dismissively.

"Nope, you guys don't get to know," Harry said, finishing off his sandwich. The children were still eating when Hermione entered. "Hermione, you know the numbers if anything happens. Bed by nine. And don't let Tony use the microwave."

A Look Into Next Chapter:

Harry sighed as he stared at Draco Malfoy from across the restaurant. The blond was unaware that the raven haired was there. Harry had just followed him to the restaurant and gotten a table far away from him. 'I'm not a stalker. I just want to make sure he's okay. He seemed down when we met.'

A/N: ^-^ I know this was a quick update, but I really like this story so far. ^_^ Hope you enjoy this story. Rates are my Christmas prezzies! Flames will be laughed at.