So sorry for the delay! I've been getting college stuff like crazy, and had to take a week off writing to study for the Algebra CLEP test! (Which I passed with flying colors!)

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When Draco Malfoy walked into his London flat looking for his errant niece, the last thing he expected to see was her sitting on the floor in front of his snow white Chamberlin sofa with her hands all over a man.

Remy shot to her feet, knocking something off her lap and onto the floor, "Uncle Dray!"

She tried a sweet smile, but Draco scowled at her, "Don't you dare 'Uncle Dray' me. What's going on here?"

Griffin stood up slowly, his body aching all over, reminding him of his shortcomings. "Well, sir. I got mugged. Remy scraped me off the sidewalk and brought me here. She's patched me up nicely. I'll go now."

"You don't have to go!" Remy urged, looking pleadingly at her uncle.

Draco shook his head, "No, Remy. He needs to leave." They stared each other down before he added a stern, "Now."

She sighed, her uncle rarely took that sort of tone with her, so she relented. Something had him upset, and it couldn't be good. "Alright. Come on, Griffin, I'll show you out."

A perfectly manicured eye jerked up, "Griffin?"

Said man laughed nervously, "Yeah, she thought my name was pretty hilarious too."

"It is!" Remy cried defensively, throwing her hands in the air.

"Settle down, Princess." Griffin said, picking up his bag, wincing as the muscle in his shoulder protested. Remy smiled at him, led him out the door, down a hall, and to a very reflective elevator. "This place is spotless." Griffin commented in awe.

Remy giggled, "My uncle prefers the finer things in life. The whole family teases him about it. The house he and my aunt live in makes this place look shabby."

"He's married?" Remy's uncle hadn't struck Griffin as the marrying type.

A smile lit up Remy's face, "Yeah, his wife Gabrielle is great. They have a six year old named Eleanor. Everyone calls her Ella though." She sighed, "He's usually pretty easy going. I don't know what's got him so worked up."

"Well, you did have a strange man in his house alone with you. That's bound to make him unhappy. I might have been stealing your virtue." He said with a smile.

She scoffed, "Did you just say virtue? Just how old are you? Ninety seven?"

"Hardly, I'm twenty four." Griffin said. He took a sideways glance at her, studying her young face, "Just how old are you anyway?"

"Eighteen." Remy replied softly, her face flushing. She was aware that to some people, the attraction she felt towards Griffin was wrong because he was six years older, and she hoped desperately that he wasn't one of them. She had never wanted to get to know someone more than she wanted to know Griffin, "I'm in London with my family for the next few weeks on Holiday. I go back to school for my final term the second week of January." She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, "I'd like to show you about while we're both in the city."

Griffin let out a small curse, the look on her face was heartbreaking. He smiled gently, "You have better things to do on your winter break then showing an old man like me around London, don't you?"

"Trust me, if you knew how much older my mother is than my father you wouldn't even be worried." She murmured. "Unless you don't want to. If you don't, that's totally okay."

"I would love for you to show me around London. My only concern is that I'll be keeping you from your family and friends. Already, I don't think your uncle cares too much for me." He said wryly.

"I'm sure his temper had nothing to do with you!" Remy chortled, delighted that her age hadn't seemed to bother him. "Besides, how else am I going to learn about how you got those scars?"

Griffin laughed, pulling his coat closed and zipping it, "You're a strange one, aren't you?"

"You have no idea." She said softly, the doorman swinging the exterior door open for them. Once outside on the street, Remy pulled a pen and a slip of paper from her bag and scribbled an address on it. She fully realized that what she was about to do was incredibly stupid, "If you want, stop by, my cousins and I hang out here a lot on our holidays. Usually late afternoon, fourish. Just go in and ask for me."

He read the name above the neatly scrawled address and raised an eyebrow, "The Broom Cupboard?"

She shrugged, "You just said I was strange, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did, but still, isn't that a weird name?" He asked.

Remy flashed a bright smile, waving down a cabbie, "Griffin, with me, I think you'll find weird to be a relative term. See you around."

Griffin put a hand on the door to a cab. "Yeah, see you." He turned back to look at Remy, but she was gone. Funny, he hadn't heard the building door open.

Apperating upstairs, Remy went to stand next to her uncle next to his big glass window. "How much trouble am I in?"

They watched the cab with Griffin in it drive off before Draco responded to his niece, "Not too much. You're parents were worried about you."

Remy worried her lower lip with her teeth, "Did you..."

"Yes, I've let them know you're here. I also told them how you helped the muggle boy who kept you from getting mugged. They're proud of you." He finally looked at her, "I'm proud of you too. Don't get me wrong, I'm not pleased that you brought him to my flat without letting me know."

"Oh, Draco, give it a rest already. They had clothes on." Gabrielle came out of the kitchen, her silver blonde hair flowing like silk over her shoulders.

A smile instantly showed itself on Draco's face, "I know they did, but still!"

The woman smiled, giving Remy a tight hug, "Hello, sweetheart."

"Hi, Aunt Gabby." Remy replied. "Where's Ella?"

"She's at the Burrow. My sister offered to watch her while Dray and I came here looking for you. She's so excited to see you again. We need to go to the Burrow." Gabrielle explained, zipping up Remy's coat, "You'll catch your death going out there without your coat."

Draco looped his arm around his young wife's waist, "Gabby, she's eighteen, not our six year old."

Gabrielle pulled away from him, snapping. "I know that, Draco. I'll be at the Burrow." She said, stomping back to the kitchen leaving a bemused Remy to stare at her uncle.

He grimaced, "She's been testy these last few weeks. I haven't got a clue what's up."

"My mother would say you've probably been a prat." Remy said dryly.

Draco growled and grabbed her arm, "Let's just get to the Burrow."

She was still laughing when they apperated into the Burrow. "Remy!" Her mother yelled, tackling her as soon as the world stopped spinning.

"Mum?" Remy said in confusion.

"You need to stop running off like that!" Miranda cried, pressing Remy's head against her shoulder, "Draco, thank you so much for finding her."

"Mum, I wasn't lost. I was out taking a walk. I'm just fine." Remy pulled out of her mother's embrace, "Besides, Mum, I'm eighteen. You don't need to worry about me."

Miranda looked hurt, but an arm slung over her shoulder, "Oh, Mum, don't make faces like that, you'll get wrinkles!"

Miranda ensnared her oldest son in her arms before he could squirm away. "James, you better watch yourself." She said in a mocking stern voice, standing on her tiptoes to smack a kiss to his forehead. "And stop growing, you're getting too blasted tall."

When Remy found her father sitting on a sofa amongst the crowd of people she was instantly at his side, "Missed you this morning."

He smiled patting the spot on the sofa next to him, "I tried to tell you bye, but you were sleeping harder than James usually does. I decided I'd let you sleep. There have to be some Potters that are well rested." Harry sighed, throwing his head back, "You should have stayed in the house when Lily was acting up."

"I know, but I met someone." Remy squeaked, pulling her knees to her chest and putting her head on his shoulder.

Harry put his arm around her shoulders, "I heard. A muggle. Not sure how I feel about that, but I also heard about the mugging."

Remy groaned, "Da, I was just being careless. I'm usually not so distracted, but Lily set me off this morning."

"You should always be aware of your surroundings. I've told you that countless times." He sounded disappointed, and he had a reason to be. He had always demanded that his children be able to protect themselves, and Remy's near miss worried him.

"I know. It won't happen again." She said confidently.

Harry nodded emphatically, "You're right. For the rest of your holiday, I don't want you going anywhere without James."

Remy's head jerked up, "What?"

"You heard me. James is your new sidekick. If either of you want to go someplace away from the family, the other goes with them." Harry was hardly ever so stern towards his children, but the tone of his voice told Remy not to put up a fight. She wouldn't win.

"Okay." She said softly, putting her feet back on the floor.

"Another thing, Remy." Harry said when she stood up.

"Yes?" She said, looking down at him.

He smiled softly, "Don't be so hard on Lily. She's scared."

Remy's eyebrows jerked together, "Scared? Of what?"

"Being alone." He said honestly, "She's always had you and James looking after her, and she's terrified that you two are leaving Hogwarts after this year. Severus and Minerva always warned me that she spent too much time with you two and your friends. I hadn't thought anything of it, but now I wish I'd done something. She's never had to make friends, or really figure out her own spot in any social ranking. Unfortunately, she seems to have gotten it into her head that she has to be a brat to make friends."

"What should I do?" Remy asked.

"Make yourself scarce tomorrow night. Your mother and I are going to speak with her. Maybe you and the boys could go out with some of your friends." He suggested.

The next night, Remy was smushed in a booth between James and Teddy. Such a position wouldn't have normally bothered her, but both boys had their tongues down girl's throats. Remy tried to ignore Victorie's giggles and stared at her little brother who was sitting happily behind the bar with Seamus, the bartender and owner of The Broom Cupboard. Seamus had been in the same Gryffindor class as her father, and had a knack for blowing things up. Needless to say, Remy was keeping an eye on any and all sources of ignition anywhere near the man showing Albus how to mix drinks. The Broom Cupboard was obviously geared to a magical clientele, and had recently become very popular with the younger crowd due to it's addition of a muggle wing. It allowed young witches and wizards to socialize with muggles in a safe environment. All employees in the pub were magical, and kept a close eye on repeat muggle customers.

They'd been in the bar for an hour or so when the busty blonde waitress, Allison, came up to her, "Remy, there's a muggle bloke looking for you. I told him I'd fetch you." The perpetually flirty waitress's voice lowered, "He's a looker. If you don't want him, I do!"

"Thank you, Allison, now shove off." Remy said coldly, causing the waitress to scurry off with a squeak. "James, stop impersonating a dementor and let me out." Remy said, tapping her twin on the shoulder. He didn't even seem to hear her so she tried Teddy, who smiled good naturedly and stood with a still giggling Victorie in his arms.

"Good luck, little sister!" Teddy called across the pub, his hair turning pink for an instant.

"Thanks, Teddy!" Remy yelled back, allowing a smile to spread across her face in anticipation of seeing Griffin. She had half expected to never see her muggle again.


Hope you enjoyed it! Leaving on a five day vacation with limited internet, so I should have plenty of writing time!

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-Jenn