I don't own Harry Potter at all

A/N: I had originally planned this to be an HBG chap, but it didn't feel right. So I put it here.

Tracey Davis was completely bored. She sighed as she rested the palm of her hand on the side of her head. Her dark brunette hair tied in a simple ponytail. She was completely bored listening to this teacher ramble on. Why the heck did she decide to take muggle business classes. Oh wait, it would help her get a leg up on the competition in the wizarding world. She hated herself for coming up with this stupid idea. It was pure torture hearing all this talk. She could barely stay awake and it reminded her of those History of Magic lessons back in Hogwarts. Only the teacher wasn't dead at all.

Soon the bell rang and Tracey was out of her seat. She scooped up her books and her notes. She used a combination of dicta-quill to take notes with a few muggle repelling charms to ward off anyone around her to see a quill moving on its own.

Once outside she breathed the fresh air.

"Freedom!" she exclaimed.

"Your class was that stimulating?"

Tracey looked up to see Harry looking at her with his green eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Potter, what are you doing here?" she asked.

"Came to pick you up, remember" Harry said.

"Oh, right" Tracey said.

Harry just rolled his eyes and then walked away with Tracey following him. Tracey needed a ride after class and Harry offered and she said yes. She could've apparated, but wanted to keep her muggle cover as much as possible. She saw it as a challenge to do as much as possible without magic. When they got to the parking lot Tracey stopped.

"There's no way in the nine realms of hell will I be getting on that thing" Tracey said in her most stubborn tone.

In front of her was Harry's motorcycle. It was actually Sirius', but Harry got it from Sirius' will along with some other things.

"What's wrong with it?" Harry asked as he grabbed two helmets out of a magical expanded side bag on the motorcycle.

"I'm not getting on that thing, no way" Tracey said vehemently.

"Come on Trace, lets get going" Harry said ignoring Tracey's refusal.

"No way, I'm not- Hey, what are you doing?" Tracey shouted.

Harry placed a helmet on Tracey's head and strapped it down. He grabbed her bag and her by the waist he plopped her on the bike as he stuffed her bag into his side bag then he got on quickly before she could hop off and started the bike up. Tracey wrapped her arms around Harry's waist, burying her face in Harry's back as they took off. In speedy fashion.

"I HATE YOU HARRY POTTER!" Tracey shouted over the whipping winds.

Harry grinned as he dialed up the speed making Tracey scream even louder cursing his name. He was amazed how creative Tracey was with her cuss words. He was pretty sure she'd make many sailors blush. He weaved in and out of traffic as Tracey kept a python grip around Harry's waist. Harry though didn't mind since he had charmed his clothes to protect him from this.

Tracey was not having a great time as she rode on back of the bike. Her head was buried in Harry's back as she kept cussing away. Her jacket whipped away in the wind and she was going to have some more words with Harry as soon as she was off this insane contraception.

When Harry finally came to a stop Tracey didn't even hold herself back. She leapt off the bike tossing her helmet off. She got on her hands and knees and began kissing the ground. Harry found this amusing and knew he'd be showing this memory to Daphne in his Pensieve later.

"You dare show this memory to anyone and I'll kill you Potter" Tracey said with a growl.

Harry chuckled as he shook his head. He knew it was an idle threat.

"Whatever you say Davis, whatever you say" he said.

Tracey got up wiping her mouth clean. She then looked around.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"Just a nice little Italian place I found. Thought you'd like it" Harry said.

"I told you Potter, I don't want to date you" Tracey said with narrowed eyes.

"Who said this was a date. This is just having dinner with a friend, that's all. You're quite suspicious" Harry said.

"I'm a Slytherin, Harry" Tracey said.

Harry rolled his eyes.

"I'm happily dating Daphne, if you remember" he said.

"Right, but you also need to fill another spot since Daph claimed Potter. You need a girl for Black" Tracey said.

"I do, but Daph and I talked about it and though your name had been brought up we decided you'd not be in the running for the Black spot" Harry said.

Tracey wasn't sure if she should be happy or angry with this news. So she settled for indifferent for now til she got the whole story from Daphne then she'd rage or celebrate.

"Fine" she said then her stomach began to growl.

"Great, lets get something to eat" Harry said with a smile.

Tracey just nodded as she followed Harry into the Italian place. They got a table and looked over the menu.

"So, it looks like those classes you're taking are quite stimulating?" Harry asked with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

"Screw you Potter" Tracey growled.

"Sorry, but that's reserved for Daphne. She's the only one that can 'screw' me" Harry said with a smirk.

Tracey rolled her eyes un-phased by Harry's dirty comment. Daphne seemed to make them too when she got together with Harry. She was happy Daphne was with someone she was in love with instead of being shoved into an arranged marriage. But Harry seemed to loosen Daphne up, which was a good thing and a bad thing. Tracey had no idea that Daphne had such a bawdy sense of humor at all.

"The classes are fine, but the teacher sounds like Binns" Tracey said.

"Ouch" Harry said.

"Yeah, all that is missing is he's not dead" Tracey said.

"Are you sure about that part?" Harry joked.

Tracey laughed at this.

"But you're learning things, right?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, tons. I am going to own the magical world on the business side. They won't see it coming" Tracey said with a grin.

"You were always a sneaky devious bitch."

Tracey turned to find Daphne standing beside her. Daphne grabbed a chair and pulled up right beside Harry and gave him a long passionate kiss.

"Can you guys cut it out, we're in public" Tracey said.

"Sorry Trace, but I just love my man, all of my man" Daphne said purring the last few lines.

"I don't want to hear any of it. We're about to eat and I don't want to lose my appetite" Tracey said.

"Spoilsport" Daphne said as she stuck out her tongue at her friend.

Harry chuckled as he had an arm around Daphne's waist.

The three had their meal and chatted with one another catching up on what was going on in their lives.

End

A/N: hoped you liked this. Thanks for reading and please review.