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orry about Usa being OOC, hope she's better characterized in this chapter, as I may or may not have said in this fic I haven't seen the whole of Sailor Moon because I live in England so neh! Plus, it's only fiction! There'll be some more Draco in the next chapter maybe so...yay.
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Harry bid a fond farewell to Amelia and Chelsea, Charlie and Andrew, Ed and Harry. He couldn't say goodbye to Giles, he was still in St Mungos. The batch of six said their goodbyes before departing swiftly on their brooms and heading for, Harry didn't know where.
"Who wants to go to Diagon Alley?" Hermione asked, beaming around at Harry and Ron.
"Sounds good," Ron said, "we could pick up a few bits and pieces," Ron added, he looked at Harry for affirmation. Harry didn't reply straight away, he was still starring at the bag of gold he clutched in his hands. It was very heavy and apparently had about 10, 000 galleons in it of prize money for helping England win.
"Yeh," he said quietly, "let's go and we could go and see Fred and George see if there's anything knew," Harry suggested.
"I bet they'll be chuffed, everyone will be chuffed," Ron said suddenly as the three made their way inside.
"Why I wonder," Hermione almost drawled.
"Why Ron?" Harry asked, pretending not to have heard Hermione.
"Because they know a great Quidditch player who just led their country, well, not Seamus but hey, to the first victory they've seen in years," Ron grinned and thumped Harry lightly on the shoulder.
"Well, I suppose I never thought of it that way as Ron floo-ed himself to Diagon Alley.
"It's obvious though," Hermione told him as she dropped some floo powder into his hand. She smiled at him, "Try not to get lost this time Harry," she was referring, of course, when Harry had gone to stay with the Weasley's at the Burrow and experienced Floo for the first time.
"I won't", he stepped into the fireplace and threw the powder down. The green flames flared and then began to lick at his legs, "DIAGON ALLEY!" he shouted, very clearly.
Hermione smiled and waited for him to disappear before taking some floo powder for herself and repeating the action.
When she stepped out she found herself swamped by reporters, flashing cameras and screaming girls. She found Ron who told her that in the centre of this hubbub was Harry.
"Go get brooms Ron," she said thrusting some floo powder at him, "Harry won't last in the centre of a crowd like this," Ron nodded and was gone in a flicker of green flames.
He returned carrying a Firebolt and his own new broom, well, if you count getting it in 5th year for making prefect new, "Right, you can ride on mine," Ron said, he mounted his broom.
"Ron, I'm wearing a skirt," she exclaimed indignantly and she was wearing a skirt by the way, it was long and had lots of ruffles.
Ron shrugged nonchalantly, "Sit sideways then."
"Um…okay," Hermione said testily, doing just that. However she yelped and grabbed a hold of Ron's middle and held on tight when he took off.
"Harry!" he called, the black haired boy looked up and caught his broom, he mounted and kicked off in the blink of an eye. However, this only got more flashing lights.
"I say we Apparate," Harry suggested.
"Yep, we're going to need disguises," Ron agreed.
Hermione didn't bother trying to speak; she was looking faintly green as it was. With a pop, all three were gone and landed in muggle London, safe form prying eyes. They dived into a nearby dress shop and Hermione grabbed a dress. They made their way silently to the fitting room, trying not to look suspicious. Each went into his or her own stall and took out their wands.
A few spells later each emerged with different hair, eye colour and with some of Hermione's muggle make-up she managed to hide Harry's scar.
"Well I wouldn't know who you were," Hermione said smiling.
"Good, that's exactly what we want," Harry replied.
"They'll have photos of us now though so we'd better get a change of cloths, I'm getting hot in this stuff anyway," she pointed at her turtleneck and jeans.
"You don't look too comfortable," Ron agreed looking at Hermione's slightly flustered face.
"This is one of those times when transfiguration comes in handy," Hermione said matter-of-factly as she pointed her wand at her cloths and muttered a spell. Now she was wearing a white spaghetti top, a plaited, light-pink skirt and some beige boots with a small heel.
"Much better," Hermione told herself as she twirled in front of the full length mirror, "well come on you two get a move on," Harry and Ron stopped starring and hurriedly copied Hermione.
Once they were all sufficiently different they made their way back to Diagon Alley leaving some very stunned shop assistants wondering what happened to the three that went into their changing rooms and where the three that came out from.
When the three arrived in Diagon alley they had to again push through the reporters but they weren't recognised. It was only that they had all but camped out in front of each entrance to Diagon alley.
"Hey guys," Hermione and Ron turned to look at the black haired boy.
"Yes Harry?" Hermione prompted as Harry began to zone out.
"Well I was wondering, do either of you have any suggestions as to what I could make Usagi," Harry finished, Ron looked at him blankly and Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"Harry why on earth are you asking us what to make?" Hermione looked at him pointedly; Harry blushed and rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
"I don't know, it seemed like a good idea at the time," Harry replied, grinning feebly.
"And what time was that?" asked Ron.
"A few minutes ago," Harry answered sheepishly.
Harry jumped when he heard the door open, the match he was holding flew out of his hands and landed on the floor. The fall through the air had dispersed the flame leaving Harry open to run for the door. The green eyes boy gave the dinner he'd prepared one last look before running into the entrance hall.
There he saw Usagi in a pink, spaghetti strap dress that went down to her knees. Her blue eyes sparkled and her hair was done up in its usual balls and streamers. She had pink studs in her ears and pink strap sandals with a small heel that nevertheless clicked when she walked.
"Konban wa Harry-san," she smiled at him and giggled slightly.
Harry brushed some excess flour off his emerald green sweater and blushed, she walked up to him and she licked her thumb and finger. "Um…" Harry gulped as she reached up and brought her fingers together around small clump of his hair.
"Something was burning," she giggled again and smiled up at him, "well, I may have known where this place was, but I don't know about in it."
"Oh," Harry went red again, "Right, this way," he beckoned her towards the kitchen. With a flick of his wand the lights went off leaving the room dark except for the glow of a dozen candles that floated around the table.
"Wow, did you do all this yourself?" Usagi gasped as she walked in and looked at the candles and the mass amounts of food on the table.
"Yeh," he pulled out a chair and beckoned for her to sit down, she smiled at him and sat down. Harry blushed and went around sitting opposite her, "Well, dig in," he mumbled.
Usagi then did so, she ate everything she put on her plate which included way beyond five helpings and they hadn't even got to puddings yet.
Harry blushed again, "Hey, um, do you want, um, some desert?" he asked after hesitating for a while.
"There's more?" Usagi looked impressed, "I mean, that would be wonderful, thank you," she smiled at him and Harry felt his heart melt. He soon realised he was starring and blushed darkly, jumping to his feet he walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bunch of varying ice-creams and cakes.
He wobbled and Usagi jumped up to help him, her hand brushed against his and Harry nearly dropped the plates he was carrying. He overcame his momentary shock quick enough to dump the plates on the table and fetch a pair of bowels from a cupboard.
He set one down in front of Usagi, "Um…" he hesitated, "help yourself," she beamed at him and dished herself some ice-cream and cake, making a soft 'mm' sound as she lolled it around in her mouth.
Harry paused, his spoon halfway to his mouth, a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face, he wished he could taste the inside of her mouth. Harry jerked and mentally slapped himself for thinking such things. This was a just a friendly competition and he was a fool to think otherwise, if not downright rude.
"Dajoubu ka Harry?" Usagi asked him looking at him with worry in her eyes. He looked up startled, she sighed and then smiled up at him, "You're very quite all of a sudden."
He blushed and she laughed slightly, "It's, well, it's complicated," then Harry remembered something that made him frown. "Usagi," she raised her eyes to meet his as she swallowed the small amount of cake she had just put in her mouth. "How did you know about 12 Grimmauld Place?" he asked lowly, his gaze constantly flickering from her, to his plate and back to her again.
Usagi laid her spoon down gently, "I had a feeling that would come up," she seemed really serious all of a sudden and Harry chilled fearing the worst. Suddenly the beautiful blonde laughed and Harry yelped, startled, she smiled at him, "You looked so funny," she giggled again.
"What; why?" Harry demanded stunned, shaking his head to break his stupor.
"You looked like I was about to announce myself a Death Eater and the currently fling of the Dark Lord," she explained an amused twinkle failing to dwindle from her eyes and Harry was reminded of Dumbledore.
Harry shuddered, "Not a nice thought," he grimaced, "but anyway, how did you know?"
"Well, I don't know if I'm actually allowed to tell you," she looked pensive for a moment before Harry smiled reassuringly at her and reached over, across the table, to take one of her hands in his and stroke the palm gently with his thumb.
She looked at her hand in his and then looked up at him, "You're a very complicated person Harry Potter," she said slowly, almost thoughtfully.
"Why?" Harry pressed.
"One minute you're shy and tentative, the next gentle and reassuring and with that comes some of your confidence," she explained. She got up and walked young the table, she looped her arms around Harry's neck gently and hugged him, "You're so kawaii."
"What does that mean?" Harry asked looking up at her, their eyes connected.
"It means you're cute," Usagi replied unmoving, Harry didn't move either, content to look up at the dazzling blue eyes that held him captivated by an invisible spell.
"Usagi I," one of his hands shook slightly; she smiled at him and began to move away. But before she could pull away completely his hands held the tops of her arms so she couldn't get away.
"Harry what are you?" she gasped.
"I," he blinked, realising what he was doing, "I'm sorry," he let her go and hung his head, "I didn't realise what I was doing."
She removed her arms but tilted head back up, "What were you going to say?" she asked.
"I," he paused, "don't know," he stood up abruptly, his chair scraped noisily against the floor and dishes clattered as he began to clear away.
Usagi took a step back and rubbed one of her arms gingerly, she didn't look at Harry but he looked at her. Once again he had that urge to hug her and kiss her like she was his, but there in lay the problem. She wasn't his and it was unlikely that she ever would be.
He cleared all the dishes away while she moved to help him, fumbling with the plates and nearly tripping more than once. Both were silent and refusing to look at each other, Harry was embarrassed and suddenly shy whereas Usagi was uncertain. She'd read his signals loud and clear, she knew very well what he wanted, she'd known from the blush that had tainted his cheeks at the Quidditch match. She was good at reading people.
However, Usagi was never one to be bold so she would not admit to what she knew and this image of innocence put Harry off. Thinking she didn't understand or worse that she didn't want him the way he wanted her he had backed off completely. He wasn't so good at reading people unless their qualities were bare and absolute like that of Draco Malfoy.
"Harry what are you thinking?" it was a good thing he wasn't holding anything because he jumped and spun around to look at her. His suddenly clammy hands pressed against the counter top behind him.
"Um…I," he was growing pale looking wildly from left to right and trying hard to avoid her question.
Suddenly there was a bang, a bought of high pitch screaming that Harry recognised as Sirius' mother's painting. Then the door flung open from the hall to the kitchen and the hallway light flooded in almost blinding him.
The candles blew out from the gust of air and a crop of red hair poked itself around the doorframe while another in the background shushed the painting.
Harry recognised them before Usagi did; "Ron?" the red-head swivelled round to look at him and grinned.
"Hello Harry mate, how goes things?" Harry looked at him hard, as if deciding whether or not to answer.
He opened his mouth but before he could say anything Hermione too came around the door followed by Fred and George who bounded up to Harry and almost jumped on him. While the red-headed boys as good as bundled Harry Hermione silently took Usagi's hand and led her away to the bottom of the stairs where the two sat down together to talk.
"So, did you tell him?" Hermione asked and Usagi didn't need to ask what she was talking about, she knew.
"What do you think?" Usagi replied looking at Hermione sadly, her eyes sparkling in the reflected light.
"Are you going to?" Hermione inquired, her dark brown eyes shifting quickly from Usagi to the front door to the ceiling and back to Usagi again.
Usagi sighed heavily, "Do you think I should?" Usagi looked expectantly about the clever little girl who for once sat with no answer and her mouth shut tight. "If I told him that there was more than one darkness in the world that he was destined to help defeat do you honestly think he would listen to me?" Hermione looked away as if in shame, unable to meet her friend's eyes.
"I'm sure Harry would understand," Hermione said in defence of her friend that didn't quite convince her so it had little effect on Usagi.
"I may be able to fight evil and die for this planet, I may be the heir to the Moon Kingdom but Hermione-chan I am a coward," Usagi hung her head low, her bright blonde hair falling over her face.
"Usa, you're not a coward, just give it some time, I know Harry will understand," Hermione said reassuringly before standing up and extending her hand. Usagi looked up and paused for a moment, she put her hand in Hermione's and her friend pulled her up.
The two girls walked into the kitchen to see Harry in a headlock due to Fred, George laughing and Ron picking at a bag of chips he was holding.
"Guys," Hermione scolded looking at them reproachfully. Fred loosened his grip on Harry and the black haired boy wiggled away from him and went to join Ron. George stopped laughing and looked, he and Fred approached the two girls. Hermione backed off to the side.
"You're Tsukino Usagi," George gasped ogling at her.
"We are honoured," Fred said with equal reverence.
Then both went down on one knee and each took one of her hands in theirs and kissed the back. Usagi blushed a bright red and looked away shyly as the twins stood up, Hermione giggled. Harry smiled and shook his head while Ron looked between them all and put another chip in his mouth.
Usagi suddenly looked at her watch in alarm," Oh my gosh, Kami-sama, I'm late!" she gasped and grabbed her jacket and made for the door. "Thanks for the dinner Harry!" she called back as the front door slammed behind her.
The screeching of the old woman in the painting rang in Harry's ears but it was drowned out when he was surrounded by four very curious and sometimes very irritating friends.
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I know it's short, but it's something neh? Please review! :-) Oh yeh, I'm going to Tenerife tomorrow morning so yay, see you in a week maybe?