"What the absolute fuck?!" I hissed, leaping out of bed and nearly falling over when a wave of dizziness and pain hit me, dizziness from my morning problem and pain from my scar.
I had just had this dream. A dream where some baby thing which was Voldemort, Wormtail, and some old guy were in this abandoned house and they'd totally killed the old guy. They were talking about some plan or other ... something to do with my brother and I...
But it wasn't just any old house. It was the mansion in Little Hangleton that Terry and I sometimes visited when we went to the ghost town near his house. The ghost town was near Little Hangleton, and the mansion was on the outskirts of them both, it was kinda in the middle.
Dude. Terry and I snogged there once.
"Daisy, did - did you -?" Harry gasped, sitting up, his hand to his scar.
"-Have a really weird and somehow painful dream - defying the laws of physics - about Voldy and dear old Peter murdering this old guy?" I finished.
Harry nodded, looking dazed. "Yeah. Exactly."
Another wave of pain rippled through my head, and I gritted my teeth. If that dream had been real, then Terry and I had been walking near to Voldemort a few weeks ago. We could have died if we'd decided to explore that mansion again.
"I'm going to FaceTime Draco and tell him." I said.
"And I'll write to Sirius and tell him." Harry grinned shakily.
"Sign it from both of us!" I hissed as my scar stung intensely again, and fell back onto Harry's bottom bunk as he collapsed into our desk chair and grabbed a quill and parchment.
I took out the charger from my phone and called my boyfriend on FaceTime. He picked up almost immediately, smiling this huge smile that made my heart flutter, and said, "Daisy-Flower! What's up?"
"Well, I just had this -" Another wave of pain hits me, and I shut my eyes for a moment.
"Daisy? You alright?" I looked back at my phone, my eyes stinging.
"Nah, I just had this crazy dream -" I described the dream to him, his eyes fixed on mine the entire time.
"Daisy..." His finger touched the screen. "Your scar ... it's bleeding a bit."
I grabbed a mirror from the desk. Draco's right... there's a small stream of blood trickling down my forehead.
"I'll be alright." I grinned sleepily at the screen.
"Nope, I'm coming up there." The video shook and my boyfriend slid out of his bed.
"Shit, did I wake you up?" I said anxiously.
"Yeah, but you're the best possible way to wake up."
I felt suddenly light-headed. Oh my Godric oh my Godric oh my Godric. I think I'm in love.
But doesn't it usually take longer than a month and a half to fall in love?
But you've known him for three years. Maybe you've been falling for him all this time, slowly, without realising it.
Yeah, that's it. Thinking back on all of the things I've done these three years with him, the way I felt when I was around him, the way that I seriously cared about him, but in a different way than Harry and Terry. For Godric's sake, even everyone else knew us guys were in love. Even when we didn't know it yet.
"Um... hello?" He was waving at the screen, smirking slightly.
"W-what?" I jumped.
"You were staring at me and obviously didn't hear what I was saying." Draco said.
"Yeah, well..." I went back to staring at him.
His fluffy bleach blond hair was even more messy than usual (his bed hair - or maybe even sex hair in a few years ;) - is so sexy it's unbelievable), his eyes were slightly hooded due to sleep, he only had his boxers on, and his little smirk was NOT helping.
"Like, hot DAMN." I tried to whistle, but I can't.
"You are literally so cute." He cooed.
"Oh?"
"Like, it makes me confused between wanting to fuck you and wanting to cuddle you and protect you." He purred.
"Aw, that's sweet. You're forgetting that I could do a better job at protecting you than you could at protecting me. Remember second year? The sword?" I grinned, trying to mask my face of the wave of pain crashing over me again.
"Oh yes." He said sarcastically. "You know, your morning voice is actually really sexy."
"Does it turn you on?" I purred, sucking my index finger while gazing into his eyes.
"Oh Merlin, yes, yes it does, please don't do that, I'll have to take another cold shower." He panted, biting his lip.
Suddenly, my phone is swiped from my hands and Harry is hissing into it.
"Don't - seduce - each - other - over - the - phone!"
"So if I come up to you guys, then we can do whatever we like?" Draco's amused voice sounds from the phone.
"No! Merlin, no!"
I swiped my phone back. "THANK you, Harry." I glared at him as I rolled over to the wall to hide my phone between it and me.
"Anyway, I'm coming up there." Draco says determinedly.
"Honestly, I'm fine. It was just a dumb dream, and my scar'll be fine in a bit." I winced as it stung again.
"It'll just be for a day. I mean, the Weasley's are picking you up the day after tomorrow, right? Because if you can tune into You-Know-Who's whereabouts, who knows if it's vice-versa? You should always have a wizard apart from yourself and Harry to protect you."
"Look, that's sweet and all..."
"Just to make sure you're alright."
"You are one stubborn son of a bitch, you know that?"
~~~
And so five hours later, Draco was spinning into my room with a Portkey while Harry was downstairs, probably pigging out on that chocolate cake with Dudley.
"Quick, if Harry sees you, we're dead!" I squealed, grabbing his hand and leading him out of the house. I dragged him to the park and sent Harry a text telling him that I was 'out with Megan'.
We climbed up into the little tower where the slides branched out from, and cuddled up together in the corner.
"For it being the summer, it's actually really cold." Draco stated.
"But you make me warm." I smiled up at him. "In more ways than one." I mumble into his shirt.
"So do you." He purrs, and slowly turns me around, pressing his body against mine and mine against the wall.
"Did I turn you on earlier?" I whispered into his ear, lightly biting down on it.
"You always do." He grabbed my face and smashed his lips down onto mine, his heat against mine driving me insane. I can never get enough of him.
Not enough that we can ... um ... do at fourteen, anyway.
He slowly dragged his tongue across my bottom lip, and I let him in. I felt his hands trailing down my back to my butt and I bunched up his hair in my hands.
I broke away to bite roughly on his neck, him moaning loudly above me. Until I reached his spot, and he full-on growled, gripping me tighter to him. I giggled and glanced up at him shyly, feeling the blush on my cheeks.
"I take pride in the fact that I'm the only one who can make you blush like that." He snorted.
"You're so full of yourself." I rolled my eyes at him.
"You can be full of me too."
My eyes widened and I punched him lightly on the shoulder. "Dork!"
"Any chance you can use that calmness of yours to calm me down again?" He said, gesturing to his privates.
"Sorry Dragon, I'm not feeling calm right now." I wiggled my eyebrows at him, smirking.
He pressed his ear to my chest. "Don't I know it?"
"You make my heart race." I mumbled, twirling a strand of his silky hair around my finger.
"I have your birthday present." He slid a box out of his pocket. "I didn't forget your birthday, I just knew I was going to see you in person."
I opened it, and saw a silver, half-heart necklace. "I have the other half. If you grab it in your fist and say something, I'll hear it through this half." He held out his half from where it was hiding underneath his shirt. "Vice-versa."
"It's perfect." I whisper, smiling so big I probably looked like an idiot. "Thank you."
"Just like you." He gently caressed my face, rubbing the pad of his thumb across my lips. "So, so perfect..." He mumbled as he leaned in for a short, sweet kiss.
"Oh, won't you look at that." He grinned. He didn't have a boner anymore. Great.
Don't even try to figure out if that was sarcastic or not.
Later that night, Draco and I sneaked in through my window. Harry was asleep in the bottom bunk, so we silently climbed up the ladder to my bunk.
"My Portkey leaves at seven pm tomorrow." Draco hissed to me.
"So you'll have to stay the night here?" I tried to sound exasperated, but it came out sounding happy.
"Yeah." He scratched behind his neck. "If it's alright with you, that is?"
"Of course it is." I immediately started snogging the crap out of him, climbing on top of him and grinding my hips against his.
About an hour later, we finally realised that we should be getting some sleep. He tore off his shirt and jeans, and I climbed out of my clothes and into his shirt.
A wave of pain suddenly swept through me, like the random times they had today. I tried to hold it back, but a small whimper fell out. Damn. That sounded weak.
My boyfriend hugged me closer to him, tangling his legs around mine. He gently kissed my scar. "There. All better."
I shook my head at him, grinning. I fell asleep in his arms with him playing with my hair, but I woke up once in the night from a nightmare that Tom Riddle had come back and possessed me.
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm here." My Dragon hugged me closer to him. "I'll protect you."
~~~
In the living room the day of the Weasley's arrival, loud bangings and scrapings were coming from behind the Dursley's fake fireplace.
"Ouch! Fred, no - go back, go back, there's been some kind of mistake - tell George not to - OUCH! George, no, there's no room, go back quickly and tell Ron -"
"Maybe Softpaw can hear us, Dad - maybe she'll be able to let us out -"
There was a loud hammering of fists on the boards behind the electric fire.
"Guys? Guys, can you hear us?"
"What is going on?!" Dudley exclaimed in wonder.
"They've - they've tried to get here by Floo powder." I said, fighting a mad desire to laugh. "The noobs can travel by fire - only you've blocked the fireplace - hang on -"
I approached the fireplace and called through the boards.
"Red? Bushy? Can you hear me?"
The hammering stopped. Somebody inside the chimney-piece said, "Shh!"
"Guys, it's Daisy ... the fireplace has been blocked up. You won't be able to get through there."
"Damn!" Mr Weasley's voice said. "What on earth did they want to block up the fireplace for?"
"They've got an electric fire." I explained.
"Really?" Mr Weasley's voice said excitedly. "Ecklectic, you say? With a plug, like those cargers for the phonies? Gracious, I must see that ... let's think ... ouch, Ron!"
Ron's voice now joined the others'.
"What are we doing here? Has something gone wrong?"
"Oh, no, Ron." Fred's voice came, very sarcastically. "No, this is exactly where we wanted to end up."
"Yeah, we're having the time of our lives here." George said, whose voice sounded muffled, as though he was squashed against the wall.
"Boys, boys..." Mr Weasley said vaguely. "I'm trying to think what to do ... yes ... only way ... stand back, Daisy..."
I retreated to the sofa, pulling Harry back with me. Uncle Vernon, however, moved forwards.
"Wait a moment!" He bellowed at the fire. "What exactly are you going to -?"
BANG.
The electric fire shot across the room as the boarded-up fireplace burst outwards, expelling Mr Weasley, Fred, George, and Ron in a cloud of rubble and loose chippings. Aunt Petunia shrieked and fell backwards over the coffee table; Uncle Vernon caught her before she hit the floor and gaped, speechless, at the Weasleys, with their bright red hair.
"That's better." Mr Weasley panted, brushing dust from his long green robes and straightening his glasses. "Ah - you must be Daisy and Harry's aunt and uncle!"
He moved towards Uncle Vernon, his hand outstretched, but Uncle Vernon backed away several paces, dragging Aunt Petunia.
"Er - yes - sorry about that." Mr Weasley said, lowering his hand and looking over his shoulder at the blasted fireplace. "It's all my fault, it didn't occur to me that we wouldn't be able to get out at the other end. I had your fireplace connected to the Floo Network, you see - just for an afternoon, you know, so we could get the twins. Muggle fireplaces aren't supposed to connected, strictly speaking - but I've got a useful contact at the Floo Regulation Panel and he fixed it for me. I can put it right in a jiffy, though, don't worry. I'll light a fire to send the kids back, and then I can repair your fireplace before I Disapparate."
I was ready to bet that the Dursley's hadn't understood a single word of this.
"Hello, Daisy, Harry!" Mr Weasley said brightly. "Got your trunks ready?"
"They're upstairs." Harry and I said simultaneously, grinning.
"We'll get them." Fred said at once, winking at me.
George grabbed my arm and we left the room, the three of us racing each other to my room.
I won, because I'm queen.
Okay, maybe I didn't, but it wasn't my fault that Fred and George shoved me into a cupboard to win.
As soon as I entered the room, hands in my pockets and glaring at the two of them, they started explaining in hushed whispers what they were going to do.
"We're going to drop a bunch of Ton-Tongue Toffees and pick all but one up." Fred grinned.
"Then dear old Dudley will pick it up and eat it - to his misfortune, of course." George smirked.
We'd been developing sweets, fake wands, all that sort, for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes over the summer and sending them to each other. They could, of course, do magic at home where the Ministry would think that it was just their parents, and I could use my powers, because they're not logged with the Ministry for some reason.
"Nice!" I high-fived them.
We dragged mine and Harry's trunks down the stairs and into the living room, where Harry was standing awkwardly with Mr Weasley and Dudley, facing our aunt and uncle.
Fred and George glanced around and spotted Dudley. Their faces cracked into identical, evil grins.
Tbh, I didn't feel a bit bad doing this to Dudley. I hadn't pranked him all summer.
I'm a bad bitch, I know.
"Ah, right." Mr Weasley said. "Better get cracking, then."
He pushed up the sleeves of his robes and took out his wand. I saw the Dursleys draw back against the wall as one.
"Incendio!" Mr Weasley said, pointing his wand at the hole in the wall behind him.
Flames rose at once in the fireplace, cracking merrily as though they had been burning for hours. Mr Weasley took a small drawstring bag from his pocket, untied it, took a pinch of the powder inside and threw it onto the flames, which turned emerald green and roared higher than ever.
"Off you go then, Fred." Mr Weasley said.
"Coming." Fred said. "Oh no - hang on -"
The bag of sweets had spilled out of Fred's pocket and the contents were now rolling in every direction - big, fat toffees in brightly coloured wrappers.
Fred scrambled around, cramming them back into his pocket, then gave the Dursleys a cheery wave, stepped forward with my trunk and walked right into the fire, saying, "The Burrow!" Aunt Petunia gave a little shuddering gasp. There was a whooshing sound, and Fred vanished.
"Right then, George." Mr Weasley said.
Harry helped George carry his trunk forward into the flames. Then, with a second whoosh, George had cried, "The Burrow!" and vanished too.
"Ron, you next." Mr Weasley said.
"See you!" Ron said brightly to the Dursleys. He grinned broadly at Harry and I, then stepped into the fire, shouted, "The Burrow!" and disappeared.
Now Mr Weasley, my brother, and I remained.
"Well ... bye, then." Harry said.
"See ya!" I grinned at Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, who replied apprehensively, and hugged Dudley.
"See you next summer, Dudders."
Harry and I moved towards the fireplace, Harry putting a foot into the fire. However, a choking sound came from behind us, and Aunt Petunia started to scream. I giggled and turned. Harry wheeled around, looking startled.
Dudley was no longer where I left him. He was kneeling beside the coffee table, and he was gagging and spluttering on his now foot-long tongue. A brightly coloured toffee-wrapper lay on the floor before him.
Harry glanced at me.
'You, Fred, and George did this, didn't you?'
'Oh yes.'
It was now chaos; Aunt Petunia trying to tug Dudley's tongue out of his mouth, Uncle Vernon bellowing and waving his hands around, Mr Weasley trying to help.
"No, really!" Mr Weasley said desperately. "It's a simple process - it was the toffee - my son Fred - real practical joker - but it's only an Engorgement Charm - at least, I think it is - please, I can correct it -"
Then, pretty soon, Uncle Vernon was throwing ornaments and stuff at Mr Weasley, and Harry and I escaped when he said that he could sort it out on his own.
"Did he eat it?" Fred said excitedly, holding out a hand to pull me to my feet.
"Yeah!" said, straightening up and giggling.
Harry stumbled out of the fireplace. "What WAS it?"
"Ton-Tongue Toffee." I said.
"Us and Softpaw invented them, we've been looking for someone to test them on all summer..." Fred said brightly.
The tiny kitchen exploded with laughter; I looked around and saw that Ron and George were sitting at the scrubbed wooden table with two red-haired people I had never seen before, though I knew immediately who they must be: Bill and Charlie, the two eldest Weasley brothers.
Harry shook his head, grinning, and I high-fived Fred and George again, laughing. Home is where the clan is!