Harry and Ron walked down Hippogriff Avenue, hand in hand. Harry in dark blue denim Jeans' and a long sleeved black sweater, which clung to his tiny frame. Hehad on a Chudley Cannon's hat and some sunglasses, even though it was the middle of- fall and rather cloudy. Everyone knew he lived in the district, and most respected his privacy. But he was still known to cause quite a few problems when he went out, especially with the success of his book.

"You going to wait for me?" Harry asked

"I'll pick you up" he said putting down the man's back pocket "I have some business to attend to"

"What?"

"If I'd wanted you to know" he said slowly giving the man's ass a squeeze "I would've told you"

Harry nodded and knew better then to ask questions

"I've got tickets to see the Chudley Cannon's Saturday want to go?"Ron asked

Harry nodded even though he hated the Cannon's.

"I knew you would, afterwards I can take you in the field and fuck you into an oblivion"

"Like before?" Harry asked turning to him

Ron ran his fingers through his long red locks "Only longer and harder"

Harry raised his eyebrow as Ron leaned in for a kiss

"Mr. Potter?" A high voice asked

Harry turned to see a group of teenage and middle-aged witches. Apparently they'd been following them for a few blocks. He took off his sunglasses and smiled at them.

"OH MERLIN!" one girl screamed

Harry chuckled nervously. He never did get used to his fame. Which had just grown over the years. "Hello ladies" he said politely.

"Mr. Potter can I PLEASE have your autograph?" one of the youngest girls screamed.

"He's really in a hurry" Ron spat, angry that he'd ended up kissing the air instead of him.

He looked at the muggle wristwatch he sported. Which because he had one, wizard imitations were being produced. It was 12:10 p.m.

"I've only got a few minutes' girls" he said making a quill appear and beginning to sign their pictures, autograph books and shirt's. Ron stood idly by tapping his foot impatiently and trying to hold his tongue. This was the part he hated when the girls began to spout things like . . .

"You're sooo cute"

"I love your book, when's the next one coming out?"

"There is going to be a second right?"

"Can I have one more picture, please?"

"I love you"

"He is sooo cute"

Then the paparazzi showed up, snapping pictures madly. Harry rarely made appearances outside. This would be galleons for them. Ron clenched his teeth as they began shouting things to him.

"Mr Potter, this way!"

"For the Daily Prophet, Harry over here!"

"Over here Mr Potter, for Wizard Daily!"

"One with your partner Mr Potter, please"

Harry looked at Ron who sighed. He put his arm around him and they posed for the pictures.

"Can we go?" Ron asked angrily through his forced smile

"Yeah" Harry said through his "Okay that's enough I really have to go"

Everyone tried to get him to stay but by that time it was 12:22 p.m. They began walking again. Ron yanking Harry to walk at his pace so the paparazzi could stay behind them.

"Hope you know you're late" he growled

"It'll be only a few minutes and I'll be there"

"You wanna argue with me?" he asked angrily as they turned the corner

"What's the matter?"

"You wanna make me jealous?" he asked

"What?"

"You knew this was going to happen this is why you just didn't wanna apparate there!" he grumbled

Harry pulled him into a side street "What are you talking about?" he asked

"Ron took him roughly by the shoulders and slammed him into the brick wall "Don't fuck with me!" he nearly yelled his hands inching closer to his throat "You wanted all of this attention. You were trying to get me back for today"

"I wasn't"

"Then why didn't you just apparate?"

"I thought it's be a nice day for a walk . . . we never walk"

"Nice day for a walk?! It's going to rain. I'm not fucking stupid!"

He pulled him back and really slammed him back on the wall, his vision was blurred for a moment as the pain shot through him.

"Ahh!" he howled

Several people crowded around them, and Ron instantly dropped his hands. His head was killing him. Ron stalked off angrily while Harry ignored the pleads for autographs and apparated to the hospital.

"Hello Mr Potter" Allie the young witch receptionist, who had the biggest crush on him , spouted in her sickeningly sweet voice.

"Hey" he grunted

"You're right on time, the psychiatrist will see you now. And between you and me . . . he's pretty hot"

Harry couldn't help but laugh along with the bubbly woman, whom he'd scanned guys with before. He went inside the familiar room, which was no longer brown. And was shocked to see who was waiting for him.