Dear Harry,

I'm glad things at home are getting better. My parents got in a fight the other day, but they quickly resolved it out. I really want to do normal things like go to the movies, but the only people I really want to go with are you and Ron, who's being annoying again. I've only gotten like two letters back from him. The jerk. Anyway, it's good to hear that you and him are going out! You're lucky he's seventeen. I wish Ron would use his first legal spell to see me like D-He did. Sorry, I won't write his name. Anyway, have fun! I hope the Dursley's don't bother you too much, and the same with Him. =)

Love, Hermione.

Dear Harry,

Did I ever mention how annoying girls are? You're lucky you only got one. I got my mother and Ginny to worry about all the time. Then yesterday Hermione sent me one of those talking letters and she was screaming the entire time! Honestly, I don't know why she's so upset at me all the time. Bloody irritating. On the other hand, "Him", huh? Well, as long as you're happy. If he does anything though, you better not pull any girly crap and hide it. Tell me so I can blow his bloody head off, got it? And if he calls me ginger or Weasley one more time, I'm not holding back! Especially if he calls Hermione 'Mudblood'! Oh yeah, you're birthday's coming up. I'd be excited if I were you and plan an escape route from that hell you're in. Remember I'm always here for you. Don't write back soon. Hermione's already writing enough. =P

Ron

Harry tucked the papers away and began to respond. To Hermione he said that Ron would turn around eventually because that's just the way he is and is irritated by his family all the time. He liked Hermione's letters because she was as nice and formal in them as in person. He could tell her anything in writing as well as face-to-face. Ron, however, was as blunt as normal. He explained that Draco wouldn't do such things and that he needed to get along with his family better. As he was searching through the stack of books and papers, a light snap and hiss echoed behind him. He didn't need to turn to know what had happened and was smiling large and wide long before the warm arms slid around his chest.

Draco leaned down from behind Harry in the chair and clamped his teeth around the brunette's ear in an arousing bite. Harry flinched and laughed when his tongue ran over his ear afterwards. He pulled his head away and looked behind him. "Hey," Draco said softly before kissing him tightly.

Harry pretended to be more focused on the letters and turned back around. "Hi," he said casually. "You always come at the most random times, you know that?" As soon as Harry said it, despite the fact that it was true, he realized that he was used to it and was actually expecting Draco's next untimely visit.

Draco got beside him so Harry had no choice but to turn his attention to the white haired fiend. "But you love it," Draco said slyly, as if reading his mind. He also did that bounce of his eyebrows that made his golden eyes gleam with excitement.

Harry forced his attention downward and gathered up the two letters he had finished writing. "Ron and Hermione wrote again," he informed him even though Draco probably didn't care.

"Hm." Draco grunted uninterestedly as he leaned against the desk. He watched Harry fumble around for two envelopes but having no luck. He groaned and started taking out paper after paper, not really looking at them and only aiming for an envelope. Draco found it amusing how such an organized boy couldn't find something he had misplace. He went to help him before he spotted one of the letters he had written. An evil thought came to his mind when he noticed that he could tease Harry for it. Yet, as he picked it up, he spotted the title as Dear Draco. This was addressed to him.

Harry glanced over at him, surprised that he was silent, and found one of the letters. Usually he wouldn't care until he realized that it was the letter he wrote, but didn't send, to Draco. "Oh no," he said flatly and reached for it. "Don't read that." Draco pulled away and Harry jumped to his feet. "No, Draco, seriously. T-That's… Just give it! Draco!"

He jumped at him, but Draco easily shoved him away, his eyes glued to the letter. Harry gave up, knowing he wouldn't win against him and he watched his eyes move quickly across the paper. He was smiling the entire time and when he finished, his smile seemed to grow deeper. Harry looked away, embarrassed, when the golden eyes surrounded him. When Draco took a step toward him, Harry felt his face burning hotter than a blue flame and whirled away. Draco still wrapped his arms around him in a tight embrace.

"Why didn't you send it?" He asked in a low, husky voice to his ear.

Harry ripped the paper out of his hands and refused to look at him, embarrassed beyond words. "It's stupid."

"Well, yes," Draco said in a tease and turned Harry towards him, "but cute." He put a single finger on his chin and lifted the brunette's head up. He gazed into the lingering silver pools surrounded by the deep flush of red and smiled. "That's why I love you so much."

He leaned down and kissed him again. Harry hesitated for a second, feeling completely exposed and humiliated from the letter. Yet, the kiss seemed to revive him. It was Draco, the man he loved. Being embarrassed was a natural thing with a guy like him. He snapped his arms around Draco's shoulders and jumped at him. He got as close as he possibly could and kissed him harder. His lips were sweet and bitter at the same time, soft and rough all at once. It was like opening a Christmas gift early, having no idea what it was. Kissing him was so wonderful and mysterious at the same time that it made Harry want more.

When he pulled away, he buried his face in Draco's chest. "I-I wanted to send it…" He said slowly and finished on a tired exhale, "but I was worried your father would get it… or something."

Draco sighed, too and stroked the deep auburn hair nuzzling under his chin. "True… But we do have sneaky owls."

Harry took a minute to take in the words, then fully faced him while still at a close distance. "What… What are you saying?"

"I can't see you everyday and my parents might lock me up for stupid family things. On those days, I could send Bubo bubo out for a light…flight into the muggle world."

A light feeling began to swell up inside Harry at the thought of them sending letters to each other for the next two months. Yet, his stomach dropped to his toes. "But… someone could trace them and if they find out… Your parents… I mean, wouldn't it be troublesome? Won't your parents recognize Hedwig when I send her?"

Draco shook his head. "My parents won't see her. And if they do somehow, they'll believe me when I say I don't know who's bloody bird it is."

"But…"

Draco thought it over and ruffled the brunette's hair. "Forget it. You're right, it's too troublesome. I can't have you in any trouble."

Harry regretted every word he said after that. He would've loved to send Draco letters back and forth, but what he said was right. If they were to get caught, it would mean the end of the world. All the talk of letters reminded of the two unsent letters on his desk. "Oh yeah. I still gotta finish Hermione's and Ron's." He pulled away and started searching for two envelopes only to become fruitless again. "Ugh, come on. Where are they?"

Draco smiled and in one slick motion, pulled out his wand and flicked his wrist. Two envelopes slipped out of the open drawer from under a book. They floated up and hovered in Harry's face until he grabbed them from the air. He glanced at Draco behind him who only smirked. The brunette turned away again, blushing once again.

Draco chuckled and dropped down onto his squeaky bed. "Really, I don't see how you can live in a single room for three months."

Harry rolled his eyes impatiently while he packed the letters. "Well, it's not your perfect vacation, that's for sure."

Draco didn't respond and for good reason. He knew exactly what it was like to be alone for so long. His mother stuck by his father and his father stuck with… It was nerve wracking, sitting alone in the dark, watching your age increase until you were old enough to join the party. Except Draco didn't want to join it. He rather enjoyed that lonely dark corner rather than be with Him. Until one day a light showed up. Through an interesting way, a light had broken through the thick blackness and actually brought him to his feet. The sweet brunette had actually shown him happiness in his life and it made him want to escape the darkness forever.

Thinking about such a thing, he smiled at the brunette's back sitting in front of him and leaned onto his knees. With a playful smile, he said, "So you dreamed about me, huh?"

"I-It was only once!" Harry lied, suddenly fumbling with fitting the letter inside the envelope.

Draco got back to his feet and got behind him. "I think you're lying."

"I'm not."

"I'm sure you are." He got behind his ear and whispered sexily, "I bet you've had dirty dreams with me, haven't you." Harry embarrassedly whipped around, going to shove the white haired fiend away, but Draco snatched his wrists and pulled him close. "Don't deny it. I bet you have at least one time. I know I have."

Harry gasped and opened his mouth to respond, but quickly closed it. His blush deepened and he gave Draco's chest a light shove, stuttering loudly, "P-Pervert!"

"Speaking of which," Draco said as he pulled him away from the desk. He shoved Harry onto the creaking bed and climbed on top of him "I still have to jump you on this bed. Your screams will match the creaks perfectly."

Harry went to argue yet again, but ended up laughing. He squirmed so Draco couldn't get a serious grip on him and laughed as he tried to get away. "You're such a-!" Before he could finish, Draco trapped his face in his hands and kissed him tightly. Harry started to struggle, until Draco's tongue slipped between his lips. His strength faded almost immediately and he stopped fighting. Instead, he snaked his arms around Draco's shoulders and pulled him up higher on him. Draco licked his teeth and Harry tapped his tongue, challenging it to a fight. Soon, they were in a fierce make-out, heads turning, hands crawling up and down, and tongues battling like never before. They were in a sexy bliss yet again, fingers crawling through each other's hair, groping the other's tight chest, nibbling on each other's lips, stealing the other's breath away, getting completely excited until-

"Harry!" The rough voice echoed from downstairs. Harry squinted in the middle of a kiss. Of all timings to be summoned, it had to be now. He went to pull away, but Draco cupped his face, tilted his head back, and kissed him even deeper. His tongue thoroughly raped his mouth and sent shivers of delight across every inch of his skin, making him quickly forgot about the scream until it repeated. "Harry!"

Harry forced himself to pull away and pushed at Draco's chest to let him up. "Hold on."

"You could ignore him, you know." Draco suggested, obviously wanting to return to the sweet kisses.

"I know, but that makes him come up here." Harry flashed him a weak smile and walked to the door. He whipped it open and peered through the thin railing. "What?"

"What are you doing up there? You have chores to do!"

Harry rolled his eyes. "They're all done."

"What about the laundry?"

"I did it all yesterday," Harry groaned.

"You mean you did your clothes. You plan on letting our clothes rot forever-you selfish brat!"

Harry sighed, feeling even worse than when Draco found the letter. That was just humiliating. This was plain shameless. "I'll be right back," Harry said without turning around. He ran through the rooms and finished the chore as fast as he could, gatherig the clothes and throwing them in with lightening speed. When he returned to his room, he jumped when Draco wasn't there. His heart sank for a split second, feeling like a complete fool, until the door slammed behind him. He jumped around and found Draco leaning on the wall behind it, chuckling vilely.

"Got you," the white haired fiend teased and approached him.

Harry dropped down onto the bed after Draco collapsed onto it, sprawled out on his back. "I thought you left."

"Well, I should get my money's worth first, shouldn't I?" He smiled and met the silver pools, hoping to see his reflection in it that reminded him that he was always apart of the brunette. However, the precious eyes seemed tired and shy as Harry smiled softly and looked away. Draco's tease melted away. He hated seeing that beautiful glow around Harry being torn off by someone else. It wasn't fair. "You should fight back," Draco said seriously, even though the words were dangling in the air long before he spoke them. "You don't have to deal with his shit. Shove him back!" Harry remained silent for a minute, not knowing what to say. Draco sat up behind him and said with all seriousness, "I know a few spells. Just say it and…"

Harry shook his head. He still didn't speak. There was no point in talking when all he wanted to say was in the obvious. Draco sighed and grabbed Harry's hand who quickly squeezed it back. His hands were so rough, clearly from working too hard. In the back of Draco's mind, Harry was his property and the fact that they were working him to the bone was too much for him to handle.

"All right, that's it. I'll save you." He said and jumped to his feet.

Harry peered up at him through his glasses. "What?"

Draco leaned close to him and said in a low voice, "You're giving off that maiden in distress vibe, saying 'Help me! Help me!' But don't worry princess!" He said dramatically, pulling Harry to his feet. "I'm going to save you in every way possible." He ended his sentence with a surprising smack on Harry's behind, making him jolt and laugh. Seeing his smile, Draco felt relieved. "Where you want go?" he asked calmly.

Harry thought on it for a minute and remembered Hermione's letter. "How about the movies?" Draco cringed. His eyes narrowed and he glanced away for a second. Of course, the muggle world was irritating to him. Before he could argue, Harry spoke up. "Don't hate it so much. You've never been to a theatre, right? C'mon, you'll like it. I promise."

Draco sighed and ran his fingers through his snow white hair. "M-…Humans are annoying, but I'll do anything for you so…. What time?"

Harry didn't respond for a minute. Hearing Draco say those words to him so directly was… touching. He felt unbelievably happy again and was hugging him before he knew it. Draco went to question him for embracing him so slowly and softly, but let it slide. Instead he pulled him closer and kissed him softly on the head. The only thought running through his head at that point was, If only I could hold him like this forever….

...

When they reached the movies, Draco was obviously irritated. Even though going to the ice cream store seemed easy, the theatre was larger and a lot more crowded. He stared at the lady behind the glass window wondering if she was back there to protect herself from the other muggles getting tickets from her. Harry ordered two tickets for some action/thriller film and dragged Draco to the door. Even though it was unbelievably warm outside, the refreshing cool air surrounded them instantly. Draco stayed close by his property as they walked across the lobby to another counter. Harry paused before it, a little puzzled.

"Do you want some popcorn or candy?" He asked shyly. "It's, like, the normal thing to do… Like get a bag of popcorn or some chocolate… You know what, never mind-"

Draco smiled and pulled him back from running away. "Get whatever you want." He loved the way how Harry was trying to be equal with him. "I don't know how these muggle things work so.. Just buy something, okay?"

Harry relaxed and did that. When he bought a bag of jelly beans and a soda, he remembered the time in their first year of Hogwarts when they all sat around the dorm room, testing each flavor of the queer beans to see what someone got. He laughed when he retold the story to Draco. "I remember some kid got 'volcano'. His mouth was numb for days."

Draco nodded. "I remember the first time I had those. Not very tasty flavors, I say."

Harry studied him as they walked and slowly added up the clues. "Wait…" He slowly smiled. "You didn't get…'vomit', did you?" When Draco only glanced at him, he broke up laughing. "Ah, that's gross!"

"I shoved the rest up Doyle's nose since he was the one who gave it to me." His body relaxed when he saw Harry smiling again. It was a nice sight to see, his silver eyes bright with joy and gleaming under the glasses, and his skin practically glowing. "So where are we going anyway?"

"Down this hall," Harry answered as they turned the corner. "We have to go into that theatre right there."

The hallway was long and crowded. It had a dozen doors on each side all with the movie titles showing that day posted above the handle on each door. There were crowds of people, too, standing all over the place. As they made their way through, Draco felt easily uncomfortable. He glared at everyone, knowing they were all dirty animals. Some people were glancing at his dirty looks, but then he noticed something.

Was everyone… staring at Harry? How many people were checking him out? Draco looked behind them and found some lingering stares. He growled immediately. Of course, going to a public place meant you had to show off your property except Draco wasn't in the mood to share.

Suddenly someone sneezed next to Harry. A harmless act, really, but Draco snatched Harry away from the boy like he had some deadly disease from being human. Harry gave him that solemn look again, the one from the ice cream shop. Draco knew he had nothing to worry about, but being around so many loose beasts was too dangerous to let his guard down.

Harry rolled his eyes and led him to a wide pair of wooden doors. With his arm still around Harry's shoulders, he opened the door for him and slipped inside. The room was dark and made it hard to see. It was skinny hallway, they could tell at least that much from the small ray of light they were receiving ahead. Draco glanced down to Harry and only saw the slight reflection off his glasses twinkling in the darkness. He was completely cloaked in shadows…. Draco didn't like it. He pulled Harry closer.

When they came around the corner, they came upon a fairly large room with a huge screen that covered the whole front wall and a hundred seats. Draco saw people resting in the back so when Harry asked, "Where do you wanna sit?" he pointed near the front. They found seats in the middle and sat quietly down.

"So what do people usually do here besides watch movies?" Draco asked as previews started to roll across the large screen.

Harry glanced at him, blushed, and looked away. "Um… Well normally, they just hang out in the arcade until the movie starts, but…" He paused and Draco watched him shift uncomfortably in his seat. "But on dates they, um…" Harry looked behind them and slowly pointed. "That."

Draco glanced and witnessed a couple thoroughly making out, sharing a chair, and going pretty far for a public place. His eyes widened a bit. He wasn't expecting that. Why did muggles do such crude things? He sighed loudly and returned his arm around the brunette's. "You're really tempting me, you know that?"

Harry's face burned and he whipped his head away when Draco started to lean in. "I-I came here to watch the movie!"

Draco chuckled and gave him a soft kiss on his temple. "I know." Although he said that, his playful tone sounded more along the lines of, "Sure you did."

Soon the movie started and Harry seemed to zone out. When was the last time he went to the movies? What made him think this was a good date? Draco was probably bored out of his mind though. Although he chose something he though Draco would like, he didn't even ask if Draco liked watching movies. He started to feel uneasy and was about to walk out of the theatre. Then Draco wrapped his other arm around him and pulled him against him. Harry was leaning on his warm chest in his complete embrace, facing the screen. It didn't seem like a bad idea anymore.

The film started in the middle of the action with some half-naked teenage girl sprinting through a forest. Rabid dogs were on her heels, making her scream and sob until it echoed in the trees around her. Eventually the dogs caught her and held her down with a limb in each of their bloody jaws. As they pinned her to the forest floor, a shadow of someone fell over here where she dramatically whispered, "It's you," before he killed her.

It was a capturing beginning, but Harry was completely out of it. His new thoughts focused on the people behind him. Was making out in a theatre like that actually okay? He always saw it in movies or books. Plus, it was just a natural thing to people. Being alone in the dark with someone you liked. The warmth of their hand seemed more entertaining than the movie they paid for. Harry never understood it until now.

The warmth of Draco's arms around him made the theatre no longer cold. He could feel Draco's muscles tight against his shoulders, knowing that he was safe right where he was. His mind drifted back to kissing. Of course, he loved kissing Draco, but…they were in a movie theatre. Others did it. It was natural… But they were in a movie theatre! That seemed to be his only excuse and it wasn't strong enough. He could always forget about it and try and focus back on the movie that he hadn't heard of until today. Yet, he caught Draco's sweet scent enveloping around him. His body was suddenly on fire. In the dark of the theatre and the stillness of the scene, he felt his heart thudding hard against his chest. In his back, he could feel the slight thump of Draco's heartbeat. He wanted to hear it. He wanted to touch his chest and feel it pound under his fingertips. He wanted to…

Harry suddenly found his attention looking over his shoulder. The lights danced across Draco's face and made his golden eyes glisten with a million different colors. His heart skipped a beat when they looked at Harry and trapped him in a mesmerizing stare. The movie seemed to drain from their attention and they were only surrounded by shadows and silence. Harry gasped somewhere inside when Draco gently removed his glasses, completely blinding him. Then he pulled Harry closer and kissed him.

Normally they started off slow and worked their way into a make-out session. But not here. Harry practically pounced on him, wrapping his arms around his neck, and opened his mouth as an invitation. Draco gladly took it and slowly rolled his tongue over he roof of his mouth. He inspected every inch of his mouth until Harry fought him and shoved his tongue in Draco's mouth. Just as he licked his teeth, Draco won the battle and stole all of his breath. Meanwhile their hands went on an adventure as well. Since Harry was crouched up against Draco, basically kneeling on his seat, his hands could only rub up and down Draco's chest while they kissed. Draco, however, had every space available of Harry's body. His hands traveled up and down his back, soothing him with long, slow strokes to entice him more. Then they moved to his hips where they messaged them all around to tease him.

They didn't know how long they were at it for, but soon Harry was shivering and out of breath from just kissing. They were pressed tight together, Harry hovered over Draco, and their minds were somewhere else. They were going fast and hard until someone from the movie screamed. Another girl about to be murdered, so it was a high pitch shrill scream that made Harry jolt so hard that the kiss ended. He sat back down in his seat, embarrassed and faced the screen.

Draco handed him back his glasses he had set on the ground and whispered, "Scared?"

"No!" Harry snapped in a hushed voice and returned his glasses.

Draco chuckled and put his arm back around him. "Don't worry. I got you."

Harry felt the glass resting like ice on his flaming cheeks. He grabbed the bag of candy again and quickly ate some. Even so, no matter how many he ate, he couldn't get the addicting taste of Draco out of his mouth….

...

As Harry laid in bed the next day, remembering the date, he felt suddenly restless. He was constantly bouncing back from happy, to shocked, to embarrassed, then back to happy. Draco drove him crazy, even though he would never admit it out loud. Maybe in another letter…

Harry rubbed his face tiredly and forced his body up. He would get Draco out of his mind for at least one minute. Other wise he would surely go crazy. He trotted downstairs without even realizing he hadn't touched a single chore. The thought of them irritated him. They weren't his clothes, he pointed out to himself. Those weren't his dishes or his collectables. Technically, he didn't have to do them. He moved silently to the kitchen and made him some toast. By the time he was adding butter, Petunia came into the kitchen with surprise. She quickly whirled out and returned with Vermon.

"Boy," the pig said slowly, "what do you think you're doing."

"Eating," Harry answered bluntly. Something you know a lot about.

Vermon pointed to the other room. "What about the chores?"

"I'm not doing them." Harry said tightly and took a bite of toast. "You should be able to do them yourself after watching me do them for four years."

Vermon's eyes widened and he looked just a bit insane. He pointed fiercely again and said harsh and loud, "Go do those chores now!"

Harry felt a twitch in his body, giving up and saying to just go do them. But another side was bolder and denied it. After wrapping his food in napkins, he faced the pig and horse and said clearly, "No."

"What did you say?"

"I said no. I'm turning seventeen soon, which I know you don't care about. But I'm not a child anymore. You can do your own dirty work." Harry spotted Dudley peeking around the archway, ease dropping on the scene. Harry rolled his eyes and headed for the exit.

Vermon quickly snatched Harry's forearm and yanked him harshly back. "You little brat-!"

"Get your hands off me!" Harry snapped and smacked his arm away. He stormed off now, but Vermon was right behind him, tugging at his shirt to drag him back.

"How dare you disrespect us, then walk away-"

"Disrespect?" Harry shouted, spinning on the following animals. "You're talking about disrespect? Don't make me laugh! You sorry excuse for people wouldn't know a single thing about real respect."

Of course, Vermon played the sympathetic card and started to rant. "We took you in when you're parent's died-"

"Oh, shut up!" Harry screamed at all three of them. "You act like you're the perfect family, but you're not! I've said it once and I'll say it again-I'm not your bloody slave! I don't care what the neighbors think of you and I don't care what you think of me! You're not my family. And you're definitely not my parents." Vermon opened his mouth to argue, but Harry jumped in his face and whipped his wand out. He kept it at his side but in plain sight to make his point clear. "Don't for a second think you're close to being human. You're nothing but a pig-" he turned to Petunia, "a horse-" he faced Dudley, "and a spoiled brat. So if you try and order me around one more time," he lowered his voice, "I'll blow this whole bloody house up."

He gave each one of them a deep glare then put his wand away and walked up the stairs. He was slightly surprised he didn't hear a respond the entire way back to his room. He shut the door and listened to silence. He let out a long breath of relief and almost laughed. God, that felt so good! Draco was right; he didn't have to listen to them and it was better that he spoke up to them. However, tomorrow, Vermon would probably recollect himself and come up with a longwinded speech to hurt him with. At least this time, he would be ready.

Suddenly, Hedwig started screeching and bouncing around in her cage. Harry went toward her to calm her down, but something appeared in the corner of his eye. He looked to his window where the second bird hissed viciously. For a minute, Harry pulled back, blocking Hedwig's cage to protect her. The bird was fairly big, taking up the whole height of his window. It had a rounded body with wide wings and brown feathers topped with black feathers. Some feathers were sticking out from the owl's head, looking as if he was glaring at both him and Hedwig. Harry easily recognized the bird as an Eagle Owl, fierce and bold-looking as well as frightening. Around the bird's neck was an envelope attached by a string. Bubo bubo easily clipped the string off with a single bite and the letter fell to the floor.

Harry stood cautious for a moment, then slowly walked forward and picked up the letter. Bubo bubo squawked which made Hedwig squeal and Harry had to shush them both before the beasts arose from downstairs. He opened the letter that had his name addressed on the front and pulled out the gray paper.

Harry,

Don't worry about Bubo bubo. He's awry, but won't actually hurt your owl. Besides he's going to have to get used to seeing you and your owl for the rest of the summer. But the real reason I'm writing you is to tell you about this dream I keep having. Okay, I'll leave out the dirty parts since you did in your letter, but mine's at home. It's always dark and someone's close by. When I turn on the light, I'm laying in bed and you're always beside me. I guess I'll stop there to keep this letter clean. On the other hand, get over those so called family members of yours and smile. You're a lot cuter when you do. I'll be seeing you soon.

I love you.

There was no signature at the bottom, but Harry didn't need one to know who it was from. It was better if he didn't sign it actually in case their letters were ever to be followed. But still, even this one letter was enough to make Harry feel…feel…. He felt like he could do anything, like scream at the Dudley's or make out in a movie theatre.

When he looked up, Bubo bubo was near Hediwg's cage and their beaks were close. Their beady eyes were studying each other and they were no longer suspicious or fighting. When Harry came close, Bubo bubo pulled away, screeched, and jumped out the window like a frightened animal. Harry smiled and opened Hedwig's cage. Before he could grab her, she jumped out the door and soared out the window. He watched both birds fly close and separate, pass the other, race each other, and soar across the blue sky. Their squawks and cries turned into purrs and coos as they flew closer and closer through the air. Harry smiled at the speck of white and black, melting into a single unit in the summer sky. He never really enjoyed summer, but maybe, just this once, it wouldn't be so bad…

Sorry it took so long. I hope it's ok. More coming soon. Thank everyone for their reviews cuz I love them! They encourage me to write more so review more and I'll skip out on my homework again. Lol. Oh and for those who don't like my story and aren't brave enough to even log in so I can respond, don't bother reviewing. There's gonna be mistakes so get over it. You're not perfect and neither is this. To everyone else, thank you. Till my next update. =)