A/N- Sorry it took a few days to update. I had loads of crappy citizenship work to do. Then I finished the chapter at 11 last night, and couldn't get internet access.
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Chapter Ten- The Police.
When they arrived for DADA (Draco was taking all the same subjects as Harry, plus Charms and Arithmancy), everyone was standing outside, which never happened. Dakren was a good teacher, but barely ever on time, and so he urged his classes to go in and get set up as quickly as possible. A couple of times, they'd entered the room to find a dangerous creature they needed to try and defeat before he got there. He was a very practical teacher, and so far, the door had never been locked.
Due to Dakren's method's, Harry had no qualms with pushing to the front to check if they needed to break in, pulling the blonde Slytherin behind him.
At the door, a couple of people were tugging ineffectively at the handle, and Harry saw Draco elegantly raise an eyebrow at them, an upper-class questioning of how competent they were. Harry had to agree with him. They were acting like Muggles or Squibs. He was surprised no-one had looked for an axe yet.
"Alohamora." It was the most basic thing to try, but the challenge could be inside. As it was, the lock audibly clicked, but a 'Shhhp' sound followed it, and a line of barely visible fuzzy magic appeared around the door.
A ward. Well, blocker. Harry had seen four different ones, three from Grimauld place, and one in a safe house he'd broken into in the summer. Though not of the same nature, this one very strongly resembled the ones on the floo ports in Grimauld place. He'd had to take down the other two sets of wards on the house, simply so Hermione could come in and help him with the last one. Sirius had left instructions, but that one had needed two people.
"Do you have wards on your floo ports at home?" The blonde nodded, frowning as he turned back to the door. "The one that needs two people to undo it?"
"Yeah."
"So I'm assuming you know the spells."
Draco rolled his eyes.
"Good. We need to do all but the last one."
"All but the last two, Harry. They're both for apparition, which you can't do in Hogwarts anyway."
"Right." They both pulled out their wands, pointing them at diagonally opposite corners of the door. "One, two three!"
Half watching Draco, Harry made sure that they flicked their wands at the same time, balls of energy hitting the door. They each drew a triangle, the two triangles hitting exactly in the middle of the door. Once finished, there was a sizzling noise, then a 'pop', and the sound of something breaking. Then the fuzzy line was gone.
Harry opened the door, cautious. Who knew what would be inside the room.
Nothing. Well, a normal classroom, with a man sat at the teaching desk, writing. With messy auburn hair, amber eyes and a friendly dark green jumper. Definitely not the almost gothic Professor Dakren. The man did not look up as students tumbled into the room, but carried on writing.
Harry recognised him immediately.
"Remus!" He smiled fondly at Harry.
"It's professor Lupin again, Harry."
Harry had half a mind to 'finite Incantantem', but thought better of it. Everyone was looking with surprise and recognition at their third year teacher, some of the Gryffindor's offering friendly smiles. So, it was unlikely it was a spell. There wouldn't be any point in Dakren impersonating Lupin.
Draco, on the other hand, was more cautious, the Ministry leaflets still strong in his mind. So, he racked his brain, thinking of something only Lupin would know. Harry had shown him the map, something that very few people knew about. And even less knew the names of all its creators.
He held up his wand, warning. "The Marauders map was created by Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and one other. Who was the other Marauder."
"Prongs. Well done, Mr Malfoy. One should always suspect something amiss with an unexpected visitor. Though I am curious as to how you came to hear that particular story." He looked to Harry, who shrugged.
Then the Werewolf stood from the desk, walking around it to properly address the class.
"You need not bother in finding a seat. Or getting any books out. Simply place your bags at the side, out of the way, and join me in the middle of the room. Today will be a practical lesson."
Everyone simply chucked their bags down, and it seemed like something was amiss. Remus frowned. "Where's Hermione?"
To which Harry replied in a toneless voice: "Probably with Ron."
"That's probably a correct guess. Right, todays class is, as stated in the title, a lesson in defence. Who took down the wards on the door?" He asked lightly, as if he didn't already know. There were only eight people in this class, since both Ron and Hermione were absent. There was two other NEWT classes, at that level of spell casting, they had wanted to keep the groups small. It consisted of Harry, Draco, Neville, two Ravenclaws and three other Slytherins that Harry did not know by name.
"Potter and Malfoy, Sir." One of the Ravenclaws admitted grudgingly. Those damned Ravenclaws, always hated that they weren't top of the class.
"Twenty points each to Gryffindor and Slytherin." He smiled, trying to squash the warm feeling of proudness he'd gotten. He was being a teacher, not a guardian.
"Today, you will all learn to apply the usage of wards to a person. As you all probably already know, a ward works both ways, so this is purely defensive move, though in the next few lessons you will also learn to modify wards for different purposes. This is something Mr Potter and Mr Malfoy have already demonstrated today."
"I didn't see how it was modified, Sir. I just thought they got rid of the wards." A strangely quiet Slytherin gave him a confused look, and he smiled reassuringly.
"Had they used the full incantation, a boggart disguised as Rufus Scrimingeor would have appeared. As an example of the vile, heartless and disgusting things that appear when you fully let your guard down. This didn't happen, so they only took down the main base wards, and left the ones against apparition."
He flicked his wand, and the words 'tueri et abscondere' were written with chalk upon the blackboard. To protect and hide.
"This is spell you will be using. For this, you will all work in pairs, taking turns to try and use the spell. For this to work correctly, you need to be repeating the spell continuously, and to hold up the ward, you need to use your wand to make a circle." Here he demonstrated the wand motion neatly.
" Once the ward can be clearly seen as secure all around you, it stays up based on your strength and concentration. When complete, you will wave your hand for your partner to cast minor spells to check it's working, and to see how long you can hold it. Unlike an inanimate object, fire or house, people cannot absorb a ward, and you may feel a small impact as hexes, spells and charms hit the shield."
They nodded, and the Ravenclaws were already practising the wand motion.
"Does the ward move with you? I wouldn't want to just stand there in a fight. Even if the opposition's spells won't hit, a sword would probably still do its job. And if someone wants to kill, I don't think they particularly care how it's done."
Lupin looked over at Draco, uncaring that Draco wasn't talking as if he were a teacher, but more as a fellow person. He didn't mind, so long as they were all respectful, and none of them crossed the line. If not for the war, none of them would have been in school, anyway.
"You can, but it requires a greater level of concentration, and the ward needs to be very tightly fitted around you, something that usually naturally occurs after an enormous amount of practice. For today, I will be pleased should any of you create an effective ward at all."
Snape silently entered the room, needing to rescue some materials for his idiot fourth year class. Only Remus, Harry and Draco noticed the man at all, and the others were still looking at the board, or discussing the spell very quietly with the person next to them, possibly decided who was to go first.
Remus could easily do the non-verbal spell, but pronounced the words correctly and carefully for the students that were closely watching him. As he had used the spell many times before, a fuzzy line clung tightly to his body almost instantaneously. He repeated the spell three times, then motioned his hand, allowing them all to try and attack him.
After they had all had a chance to cast a couple of spells, he stopped them, then took down the ward, and automatically ducked the bat-bogey hex one of the Slytherins sent straight at him.
That same Slytherin then politely raised his hand to ask a question.
"Does that work against dark curses. The killing curse and the cruciatus and stuff?" Draco snorted at the 'and stuff' at the end, and Harry elbowed him. They then both returned to listening to Lupin.
"Yes, but one would need it to shield them very strongly to avoid pain or damage due to the impact. And the unforgivables are likely to completely take down the ward, so only one attempt at murder could be avoided." The werewolf turned to the black haired Slytherin, who had a bag of materials in one hand and books levitating beside him as he watched Remus teach.
"Severus, if you wouldn't mind demonstrating?"
"No." His voice was cold.
"You only need to cast one dangerous curse at the ward."
"I said No, Remus. I'm not going to attempt to kill you for the amusement of your eighth years." Snape glared, and then stalked from the room, the books following a little behind him, something that ruined the cold and intimidating effect.
"Sorry, guys. No major curses today. If you would split into pairs, you can begin working. Only very minor spells, please."
Three pairs found a space and began working. Harry and Draco stayed where they were, staring at Remus in disbelief.
"Bright one, Lupin. Now he's going to think he's an example of bloody dark magic!"
"No, he's not. And he knows this. I would just rather he sent that curse than any of you did."
"Moony, you did just ask Severus to attempt to kill you." Harry frowned. Snape had looked so lost behind it all, and scared, and it made him seem so human. That Severus Snape was very strange to the Gryffindor, but he supposed that the emotional Snape was the one Remus and Draco saw all the time.
"He's probably sulking in a cauldron somewhere, trying to invent an anti-avada kedavra. I think you should go talk to him, Remus." The werewolf did not bother correcting the boys for their casual use of first names. The tone of their conversation had switched to familial like turning on a light switch.
"No, he's teaching, actually. Though merlin knows what the fourth years had got up to when he was away. I'll talk to him later."
"I feel sorry for those fourth years." Harry remarked. "One wrong move and they're going to be cleaning cauldrons by hand."
Remus chuckled a little, but his eyes kept dancing to the door, worried. He wondered what he could do to cheer up the grouchy Slytherin. He hadn't been thinking, that much was clear.
"Harry, do you happen to have The Prince's Potions book with you?"
Draco's eyes flicked between them, confused.
"No, there's no point anymore. Snape knows I've got it, and he's teaching. There's no way he would let me use it."
"Could you hand it over to me, then? Severus and I need it for something."
"Sure. It's hidden away at the moment, but I'll give it to you once I've retrieved it."
"Thank you, Harry."
"No problem. After the disaster with Sectumsempra, I've been far more cautious in trying out the spells. It's not as fun anymore, which is a shame. For a while, I really liked the Half-Blood-Prince."
"Then you found out who it was."
"No, then I realised I needed a filtering system for that book."
"Okay. Harry, Draco you both need to practise the ward at least once before the end of the lesson."
They nodded, both immediately moving to face each other.
"Alright. Harry, you first."
Harry did the spell non-verbally without even thinking about it, and the second his wand stopped moving, Draco started firing light hexes, and not so light ones. One spell for ridiculous confusion and befuddlement omitted a bright purple light, and Harry instinctively ducked to avoid it.
Remus nodded approvingly, then turned to face Draco.
"You can stop attacking now. It's your turn."
Draco immediately cast the spell, and it was visibly strong by the time Harry had taken the shielding magic down, and was ready to start attacking.
No matter how quickly he fired, or how strong the hexes were, Draco didn't react in the slightest. He even started checking his nails, mocking. It made Harry laugh, and he lowered his wand.
In time for them to notice two Slytherins, both on the floor, their facial features resembling that of a gingerbread man. Harry was tempted to ask one of them to say 'Not the gumdrop button', but those Slytherin's probably hadn't seen Shrek anyway.
"Oh, dear. It looks like they need a bit of help." Remus went to show them how to cast the spell properly, as they had obviously done something wrong.
*0o0o0*
He found Severus sitting on a transfigured sofa in the middle of his main potions lab. He wasn't doing anything, merely sat there, miserable.
The werewolf came up behind him, softly placing one hand on the other man's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Severus. I wasn't thinking."
Remus started to move, but Severus covered his hand with one of his own. Smiling a little, Remus walked around the sofa, and though the movement was awkward, it allowed him to sit next to the Slytherin with one arm around his shoulders.
They sat there, in absolute silence, and after a time, Snape slumped a little, leaning on the werewolf. It was far more defeated than relaxed, as though he had to do something he really didn't want to. He turned his head a little, to face the Gryffindor beside him. It allowed Remus to see the unshed tears, and he tightened his arm around the other man.
"I don't know how you thought I could ever aim something so harmful at you, no matter what the situation is." His voice was thick, and he was nearly shaking, telling this to Remus, but he determinedly kept eye-contact, and continued.
"I wouldn't kill you even if you became evil. Or if you were doing something that could harm many things. I wouldn't kill you even if it would save one hundred people. Why on earth would I attempt to aim that curse, just to amuse a handful of teenagers?"
"I'm sorry, Severus. Really, I didn't think it through. I just knew that was what scared them the most, so it would be the easiest way to help them learn the importance of a relatively easy spell. Draco said you didn't want to use dark magic, and I certainly didn't consider that either."
"I don't care about that. I know I've used dark magic, and I would do it again should the situation warrant it. But he is sort of right, I suppose. I've never liked killing people. The only person I ever wanted to torture and kill was Voldemort, and even then, Potter got the honours."
"I know that, Severus. I never thought you were evil, not even close."
"I wouldn't ever hurt you, not intentionally." He mumbled the words, and there was no doubting the sincerity with which he said them.
Remus kissed his cheek, lingering. "I know."
*0o0o0*
The group of students waiting in Hogsmede was fairly large, though some were just hanging out. It was a Saturday in Hogsmede, after all. Draco and Harry held hands; there was no point in being discreet when they'd already been outted. They were stood waiting with Blaise and Seamus, who in Harry's opinion, were standing deliberately apart. He noted that he'd never considered their relationship before, immediately thinking them to be a couple. He then realised that everyone else would just think them to be friends.
They were standing slightly away from all of the others, leaning again one of the walls of a grey, vacant shop. It was slightly cold, and way too crowded, and they just wanted to go. But every group had to check in with Snape first (McGonagall's groups were all staying in school), and Snape was nowhere to be found.
They had been waiting twenty minutes when he finally appeared, looking less furious than usual despite his tardiness. To the students present, it was very odd. Only Harry and Draco guessed [quite correctly] that his slightly less volatile temperament was induced by Remus' return to Hogwarts.
Being nearest to the Gryffindor/Slytherin quartet, he approached them first, handing a blue circle to Draco, who accepted it warily.
"Tap it with your wand if any of you are in trouble- it will send a message to both Madam Pomfrey and myself. Remember to apparate into Diagon Alley, where money can be exchanged. Mr Potter, Mr Finnigan, I expect you can stop any blunders with Muggle money." The two Gryffindors nodded, and he told them to be back by five, and reminded them that they would have an essay to write afterwards.
He proceeded to hand the same strange blue ball to the next group, and they took that as dismissal.
Still holding hands with Draco, Harry counted down from three, and they disappeared simultaneously.
Seamus and Blaise both apparated to London, and all four landed in Diagon Alley next to Gringotts. Due to the still ridiculous levels of security, it took an hour for all of them to get their gold, and Harry and Draco ended up using their disguises [the ones they used in Hogsmede] after the identification to get them all out of Diagon Alley as quickly as possible.
They were allowed to apparate, so long as there was either no-one there, or there was large enough crowd that it would go unnoticed.
After a brief discussion between Harry and Seamus, they ended up just outside of main London, in a small park five minutes away from a long row of shops.
"This is a mile or so out from all of the main attractions. Harry wants you guys to see Big Ben, the London Eye, and even the houses of parliament later, but it's quieter here, and, sadly, there aren't that many clothes shops all together in the main city."
"Shopping!" Draco started to walk, but in completely the wrong direction. Harry laughed.
"You're going the wrong way, love. And that has honestly got to be the most stereotypically gay thing you've ever done."
"I doubt it." Draco looked at Harry suggestively.
"Well duh. And that isn't a stereotype. That is what makes you gay."
"Okay. Right, let's go, anyway." Then he frowned. "How do you even know where you're going? I thought you lived in Surrey or something." Harry frowned, then realised that Draco had probably gotten that little snippet of information from the Prophet. Damned piece of rubbish that dares present gossip as fact. Yes, it was also right, but never on the the things that mattered.
Which was why Harry did not read it. The Gryffindor vaguely mussed that he wouldn't eat his chips from the Prophet. Which made him think that chips was a good idea. He decided they would go get some for lunch.
"I did. But I have general knowledge of London, the same as most English muggles. And a great deal of muggles from other countries. This area, however, is where Hermione and I went to get our ears pierced. We used the Weasley's floo to get to the leaky cauldron, then had a nice muggley day. It had tons of alternative clothing stores as well. Seamus has been shopping here before, so it should be simple."
They walked out of the park, standing aside politely to allow an old lady to get through the gate before them. She smiled, telling them they were 'such kind young men', and carried on her merry little walk.
"Old muggle ladies are really nice." Draco commented, as Harry and Seamus pulled their boyfriends across a small alley, knowing it would be far more difficult to cross when they hit the main road.
"No, some of them are. Some are pure evil. As is the same with old wizard women."
"All wizard women are evil."
"It could just be all females related to you. Mrs Black is a nasty hag, and has a habit of shouting SCUM! at me."
"Mrs Black?"
"Mrs Black. Sirius's mother. I can't remember exactly how, but she's on your mother's side of the family. And though she's dead, her portrait loathes me with a passion."
"You have a portrait of an old woman who hates you?"
"Yes. It wasn't a choice. Miserable bitch came with the house, and she wont leave. I've tried fucking everything."
Draco laughed hysterically. They were at the shopping area now, and a few people were staring at him.
"What?" Harry frowned. There was nothing remotely funny about having to put up with that particular portrait.
"Mother thinks that Grimauld place now belongs to her, since Bellatrix died."
"Bellatrix never got it. It went straight to me, because Sirius had put it in his will."
"She keeps asking to be put under house arrest. No wonder they've declined."
"Huh?"
"Articulate, Potter. She should have qualified for house arrest for the last two years of her sentence, but didn't. I guess they couldn't."
"I still don't get it."
"She doesn't currently have a house to go to. I put the Manor under construction, no-one will be able to live there for at least another two months. I wanted every trace of that evil man gone from my home, and my father cannot stop me, though I doubt he would anyway. And by every trace, I mean that literally. It wont be possible for them to get her home."
"She thought she could move into Grimauld place."
"Yup." Draco cheerfully agreed, then stepped up to a store thats display window comprised of both luminous colours and black. A lot of black. "Let's go in here."
He pulled Harry along, not giving the brunette any chance to respond.
The room was massive, clothes everywhere, and Draco quickly became absorbed in looking through some skinny jeans that were covered in zips. Harry simply rolled his eyes and crossed to the other side of the shop, which was more formal.
They really were alternative, catering for anyone who wanted a bright pink corset to those who wished for a luminous green suit for work. It was simply brilliant. It took seconds for Harry to find something that had caught his eye on the way in.
Grabbing the fabric, he ran up behind Draco, kissing his cheek whilst his other arm held up a deep purple shirt with ruffles to Draco's chest. It was long-sleeved, with ruffles on the cuffs, as well as down the centre, concealing the buttons that ran down it. Draco unwound himself from Harry, then looked properly at the shirt.
"Not bad, Harry." He turned back to the jeans, and threw a pair at Harry.
"Go try those on, now. And show me when you've changed."
Harry complied, heading to the changing room, and Draco continued his perusal of the trousers, looking for something to match the shirt.
A soft bang erupted from behind the counter, and a man in his early twenties appeared from behind a white door, pricing gun in hand. He had warm brown eyes, and dark brown hair, and offered a friendly smile at the young guys in his store.
"Hey, guys. Anyone need a hand?"
Blaise and Seamus shook their heads. "Nah, we're good thanks."
Draco was about to ask if they had any purple trousers, but the clink of a curtain made him turn around.
And Draco would have been congratulating himself on his fashion sense, but having his mouth open like a goldfish made it difficult. Damn, those trousers were hawt. He had picked a dark grey pair of jeans for his boyfriend, straight cut rather than skinny. Harry was so thin anyway that skinnys would look a bit over the top. They were loose around his legs, but clung to his waist, and Draco was having trouble trying to stop himself from drooling.
Harry put one hand on his hip, glaring at Draco, torn between annoyance and amusement. Personally. he thought he looked silly, and the jeans were a little clingy. [Really, he should have been thanking merlin that Draco hadn't gone for the skinnys.]
"Shut your mouth, Draco. You picked the bloody things."
That did it. Draco did shut his mouth, but he also launched himself at the brunette, kissing him deeply. Harry kissed him back, moaning at the suddenness of the action.
The sales guy cleared his throat, and they pulled apart sheepishly.
"Sorry guys, but if you keep that up, my boss will have my head. Apparently we had a case where two guys fucked in one of the dressing rooms, wearing two of our luminous tutus. I wasn't in that day, but I really wish I was. Anyway, he doesn't want people getting too friendly in the store."
He shrugged, then looked at Harry's trousers, and nodded approvingly at Draco.
"Good choice."
"I thought they were a little clingy, but if it gets that reaction from him.." Harry also shrugged.
"Of course your boyfriend likes them. Those trousers practically hold a sign saying 'I will fuck your brains out'." Harry laughed, though he turned ever so slightly red.
"Epic. Do you have any that say, 'I'm a grumpy twat, but really, I'm adorable. Fuck me'." The guy laughed, and Draco gave Harry the one finger salute, which only made him laugh more.
"Colour?" He asked from the other side of the room.
"Purple."
He returned holding a pair of purple and black striped skinny trousers that he estimated were Draco's size.
"These don't precisely hold a sign, but they say style, and the material states taste. They're quite thin, and anyone could check out your arse in these. Not sure if that's a warning or not, but anyway. That colour would probably suit you."
Draco nodded, deciding that this bloke was more laid back than Madam Malkin, and he much preferred it.
When the four finally left the store, each had a large bag of clothes, and the guy [who was called Matt] had told them to come back anytime. It was a standard line from a salesman, but he had genuinely liked the small was friendly, funny and spent lots of money. Ideal customers.
The went straight across the street to buy disposable cameras. Blaise teased Harry and Draco, but the fact was, they were just planning on taking silly group photos.
They got all dressed up in the public toilets, Draco fascinated that he had to pay 20p to go into a small, smelly and grimy place.
Once they were outside again, there was not a minute that went without an accompanying photo from one of them. They apparated into main London, and each posed in a small shop area near the train station. They had found a specific spot where they could take pictures with both the London Eye and Big Ben in the background. [A/N- There is a spot where you can do this, between the train station and one of the bridges XD.]
A lot of the pictures contained a purple hat with a green feather that Draco had bought. It was a cool hat, and they all liked wearing it for photos.
And Draco just liked wearing it. Every picture of him alone, he was wearing the hat. Most of the group ones he was too.
Harry took a particularly good picture of Draco, one he would make sure there was more than one copy of when they got the pictures printed.
In the photo, Draco was leaning over a wall, looking at the Thames. The feather was in mid-movement, and the Slytherin was eating chips, covered in ketchup, held in a muggle newspaper. He was both happy and oblivious to the camera, and it made a stunning picture.
They all ended up walking through the park they'd arrived in, two pairs, hand in hand. It was a nice, calm end to the day, and they were about to go back to the school.
And...
"You fucking faggots!" A trio of blokes was walking right towards them, sneering as they drew closer.
None of them said anything, so the guy tried again.
"You make me sick. It's wrong. Sort yourselves out, freaks!"
Harry ignored the loud man, kissing Draco.
"Ugh, I didn't need to see that. I'm gonna puke."
"Good." Harry kissed the blonde again. Blaise and Seamus approached the two less vocal males.
"Would either of you like a kiss?"
They got twin expressions of horror in return.
"Oh, that's okay. Blaise is way hotter than you anyway." Seamus smiled cheekily.
The first bloke had wandered slightly, and noticed a policeman standing on the other side of the park.
"POLICE!" The officer ran over.
"What's the problem."
"These four, sir. Indecent behaviour."
The bloke received outraged expressions from the four.
"Indecent behaviour? I think wearing your trousers around your knees is indecent behaviour." Draco gave the guys trousers an evil look. And, they were awful. They were riding so low that his boxers were clearly visible, and must have been at least two sizes too big. He was having to stand with his legs far apart just to keep them up. The other two were wearing tracksuit bottoms that Draco eyed with equal distaste.
Harry caught the look and supressed a grin. Two of them dressed like Dudley, and the other one was wearing jeans that could have fit Dudley. It was rather terrible.
"What is it that you are classing as indecent behaviour?" The man was authoritative, and ignored the side-comments, as if he'd heard it all before. It was not boding well.
"He," He pointed at Harry "was engaging in publically inappropriate sexual activity with him!" He pointed at Draco, hand wobbling slightly. The blonde Slytherin vaguely wondered if the man was drunk.
"I kissed him. It's not like I was sucking his dick!"
The cop opened his mouth to reply, but never got to do so.
"Obliviate." A lazy drawl came from behind them, and they turned to see Snape.
He cast confusion spells as well, then motioned for them to follow him. Away from sight, they all apparated straight back to Hogsmede.
"It took you until 4:56 to get into trouble, Potter."
"That wasn't even remotely my fault."
"I know that, Potter. The blue orb I handed to Draco has been monitoring for trouble all day. I know what happened. It flashed green so I could see what was going on, then I apparated. For once, you're not in trouble."
"Dear merlin. You've been watching us all day?"
"Don't be stupid. Certain words set off the corresponding spell that I've got."
"Oh, good."
"Harry." The Gryffindor looked at his boyfriend.
"You were right. Some Muggles really aren't nice."
Harry laughed, pulling the blonde into a hug.
"Aww. You're adorable."
A/N- You have reached the end of the chapter. Congrats! Please review XD I have actually reached thirty thousand words [I think] which is a new high! Also this chapter is long and took tonnes of effort, so let me know what you think XD