Chapter 6

The place was packed with customers, but only Varity was in sight. And she looked to be overwhelmed. Harry, Ron and Draco approached Varity.

"Varity, where are my brothers?" asked Ron

"George sent Percy home, saying that since Oliver was home from practice that he didn't need Percy's help anymore. But then Oliver said he quit playing quiditch and George got upset and they had a fight. Oliver has locked himself in the apartment upstairs and George has been trying to get in for the last hour. Meanwhile, I am all by myself here with a store full of customers."

"Draco and I can help Varity with the customers. You go talk to George and Oliver.", said Ron

"Alright, I'll try my best. Are you going to be ok to help here in the store, Draco?" asked Harry

"I'll be fine, go help them." With that Harry left them to help George and Oliver.

"Draco, do you think you could run the cash register with Varity and I will run the floor. Together we can run this store, no problem." All three of them nodded and went to work.

Harry opened the door for the apartment upstairs and took the stairs two at a time to reach the top. He didn't have to go far to find George pounding on the door, making a feeble attempt to gain entry.

"Come on Ollie, let me in so we can talk about this. You know I'm sorry. Whatever I said, I didn't mean it. I was only being a prat. Please, just open the door.", yelled George through the door.

"George, what's going on? Why has Oliver locked himself in the apartment?" asked Harry

"My darling husband quit Puddlemere United for no reason. I told him that it was a bad idea and that maybe that would take him back. But he got upset and ran up here and locked himself in. I really don't even know why. Will you talk some sense into him and make him see that I'm right." Pleaded George.

"Well, I'm not sure who is right in this situation, but I will try to help. Now did you ask him why he quit the team or did you just jump down his throat? Maybe he has a good reason for quitting." Said Harry

"He's not answering me, maybe he will talk to you.", said George.

"Oliver, it's me Harry, will you let me in so we can talk?" asked Harry. The door clicked and Harry opened the door and walked in.

Harry saw Oliver sitting on the couch across the room. There was no doubt in Harry's mind that he had been crying. Harry crossed the room in two steps and sat next to Oliver.

"Oh Oliver, tell me why it is that you quit playing quiditch and maybe we can resolve this."

"I knew he did want it, I don't even know why I thought he did. Now I don't know what to do. I can't let him in, he is going to be so angry with me."

"Oliver, he loves you more than anything. You saved him after the war. You're what he needs most in this world. He can't be that angry at you, he is angrier at himself for the way he treated you. Whatever it is, you can tell me.", pleaded Harry.

"I quit the team, because I'm going to have his baby. There was no way that I could have continued to play. Now he's mad at me for quitting. What am I going to do?" cried Oliver.

"You are going to let him in and tell him that he's going to be a father. He will be so happy and the best father. But you have to tell him. Ok." Oliver nodded and opened the door for his husband.

"Ollie, please I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you upset. Please forgive me" George said as he pulled Oliver into a fierce embrace.

"George, I can't breathe. Of course, I forgive you. But, I have something to tell you.", he paused to take a deep breath in, "You're going to be a father."

"Really, that's amazing. Ollie, I can't believe it. There's no way you can play quiditch. It's way to dangerous for you." George gave Oliver another hug and plastered him with kisses. "I thought we were going to talk about this. I thought that I was going to be the one to do this for you," said George.

"I think that I am going to go downstairs and see if they need any help downstairs. Come down and join us when your ready.", interrupted Harry.

Harry left the room and descended the stairs to see how his bonded and the rest of them were handling the store. What he saw as he entered the store below was a smiling Draco and a nearly empty store.

"How'd every thing work out down here?" asked Harry.

"Great, once we go organized, everything went smoothly," relied Ron, "Draco did magnificently. No one gave him any problems. It appeared that he is a natural salesman. He handled the registers so efficiently that Varity was able to help me on the floor, while he took over be hind the counter."

Draco only smiled and continued to ring out the final customer, just as Oliver and George enter the store.

"Draco," Draco lost his smile and paled as George called out his name, "I see you've managed to bring my little shop here some money. Would you like a position here? I need someone who can help run the store and maybe even come up with some new products. I heard you were really good at potions and charms in school. I could use someone more reliable, unlike my brothers who have other jobs."

"I would like that, if it's ok with Harry I mean.", replied Draco.

"That was my intention in bringing you here. I was hoping George would give you a job. He didn't disappoint me.", said Harry with a smile. "Come on lets get you home, it's been a long day. Bedsides, you have to be back here at work on Monday, you need the whole weekend to recover." Harry reached for Draco's hand and they left the shop to aperated home.