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Harry Potter and the Meaning of Life
Book Six
Chapter Four
The 'Weasley's Wizard Wheez' stood in a far corner of the alley. Harry looked up at Tonks, trying to catch her eye. When that didn't work, he spoke.
"Hey, Tonks,"
"What?" she enquired. Baby-sitting Harry was one of her least favourite things to do. Especially when she could be having hot, wild, possibly protected, jungle-sex with...
"Can we go in there?" asked Harry, pointing at the shop.
"O.K." she said, curious to know what Fred and George had done with their shop.
As Harry and Tonks walked through the door a bell rung.
"Heeeeeeeeeeeellooooooooooooo," said Fred, appearing from nowhere. He puffed at a rather odd looking pipe. Tonks eyed it with suspicion. It disappeared into Fred's pocket.
"Can I help you?" came Geoge's voice from behind them.
"We're just browsing, thanks" said Tonks.
Fred and George pulled Harry out of Tonks's view behind one of the numerous shelves filled with ...uh...stuff.
"Thanks for the gold Harry," said George.
"Yeah," agreed Fred.
"Pity no one comes," sighed George.
"Yeah," nodded Fred.
"We put an ad in the daily prophet," said George, brightening.
"Yeah," said Fred, still nodding.
"And we get heaps of mail orders." George continued, not giving Fred enough time to say 'yeah'. "So we're doing pretty well." Fred looked at Harry for some time before deciding not to say 'yeah' again, and by that time, Harry and Tonks had left.
"Did you know Fred was a pot head?" Tonks asked Harry as they walked into Flourish and Blots.
"Nope," answered Harry, turning towards the clerk, who skimmed his eyes down the list Harry had placed on the counter and moved off to get the books.
"I wonder where he gets it?" Tonks thought aloud.
Harry shrugged and paid for the pile of books now stacked in front of him.
"How are your robes?" Tonks asked as they left the shop.
"Fine," replied Harry.
"And your potions ingredients?"
"Fine."
"Is there anything else?"
"Nope."
"Good."
Harry stayed at the Leaky Cauldron until September 30th. He noticed there were always aurors around and that all of his mail had been opened and resealed before he got to read it. Nosy aurors. The bad thing was, Harry didn't get anymore hot, wild, unprotected, jungle-sex for the rest of the summer.
Harry Potter and the Meaning of Life
Book Six
Chapter Four
The 'Weasley's Wizard Wheez' stood in a far corner of the alley. Harry looked up at Tonks, trying to catch her eye. When that didn't work, he spoke.
"Hey, Tonks,"
"What?" she enquired. Baby-sitting Harry was one of her least favourite things to do. Especially when she could be having hot, wild, possibly protected, jungle-sex with...
"Can we go in there?" asked Harry, pointing at the shop.
"O.K." she said, curious to know what Fred and George had done with their shop.
As Harry and Tonks walked through the door a bell rung.
"Heeeeeeeeeeeellooooooooooooo," said Fred, appearing from nowhere. He puffed at a rather odd looking pipe. Tonks eyed it with suspicion. It disappeared into Fred's pocket.
"Can I help you?" came Geoge's voice from behind them.
"We're just browsing, thanks" said Tonks.
Fred and George pulled Harry out of Tonks's view behind one of the numerous shelves filled with ...uh...stuff.
"Thanks for the gold Harry," said George.
"Yeah," agreed Fred.
"Pity no one comes," sighed George.
"Yeah," nodded Fred.
"We put an ad in the daily prophet," said George, brightening.
"Yeah," said Fred, still nodding.
"And we get heaps of mail orders." George continued, not giving Fred enough time to say 'yeah'. "So we're doing pretty well." Fred looked at Harry for some time before deciding not to say 'yeah' again, and by that time, Harry and Tonks had left.
"Did you know Fred was a pot head?" Tonks asked Harry as they walked into Flourish and Blots.
"Nope," answered Harry, turning towards the clerk, who skimmed his eyes down the list Harry had placed on the counter and moved off to get the books.
"I wonder where he gets it?" Tonks thought aloud.
Harry shrugged and paid for the pile of books now stacked in front of him.
"How are your robes?" Tonks asked as they left the shop.
"Fine," replied Harry.
"And your potions ingredients?"
"Fine."
"Is there anything else?"
"Nope."
"Good."
Harry stayed at the Leaky Cauldron until September 30th. He noticed there were always aurors around and that all of his mail had been opened and resealed before he got to read it. Nosy aurors. The bad thing was, Harry didn't get anymore hot, wild, unprotected, jungle-sex for the rest of the summer.