Kylia: Hey there people, yes it has been a VERY VERY VERY long time since we've updated, but we finally worked up the ambition to write again. So you better like it or we'll stop. No, actually, we won't. But a good threat is so much fun.

Raei: Right, well, not much to say after Kylia has… 'stolen the fucking show'… so, well. I'll just leave you to read. HORRAH! Go. FLEE. (Really? I mean read. Don't run… O.o…) PS: We go into a bit of religion talk in this, I think it's Christian – regarding Jesus. Because Catholic is regarding Mary… right? WELL ANYWAY. We talk about Jesus. Do not read if you are easily offended… considering we're Atheist and do not really believe in the whole… 'God' fad.

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"Draco, dear," started Harry, quirking an eyebrow at the smirk on his lovers face, "I am not getting my nipple pierced. Ever."

"Oh, of course you are sweetness. You can't say no to me." Draco flashed Harry a beaming smile, and reached up to tap his finger against the tip of Harry's nose.

Harry pouted, just after he playfully snapped at Draco's finger with his teeth, "No, I can't ever say no to you love, but I can certainly make a good show of attempting to."

"Yes, and it's a show you should probably give up, because it's not getting you much money, is it?"

Harry grinned and tugged Draco off of their bed by the arm, "Let's go into Hogsmeade for a little while before we have to meet Hermione for dinner. I want to see if there are any new things at Honeydukes and Zonko's."

Complying to Harry's wish for him to get off the bed, Draco folded his arms and stared at the raven haired man, "You're still so juvenile Harry. What do you want to do next? Call out insults to the old people as they walk down the streets?"

"No. I'll leave that to you love. You were always better at insults and taunting than I ever was." Harry replied smugly.

Draco grinned, "Of course I am. You have absolutely no talent when it comes to being creative whilst demeaning people."

"Yes, yes, fine – Where are Cole and Luke…?"

Draco shrugged and raised his eyebrow, " I don't know… taunting Filch's cat, raiding the kitchen, having sex in the closet… pick your poison."

Harry simply shrugged and walked towards the front entrance to the room, and began the process of putting his shoes on. "Probably all three… Taunting Filch's cat with the things they've pilfered from the kitchens just before or after leaving to have sex in the closet… now get your shoes on."

"Bitch."

Harry looked up and winked. "Yup, that's me. It's why you love me – now get your shoes on. Don't make me use force."

"Mmm… will you be rough about it?"

"Only if you don't coincide to my request right now."

Draco stepped up beside Harry and reached down, grabbing one of his shoes before putting it on. "Oh all these big words, Harry – they do things to me."

"Yes I know they put pressure on your brain sweetie, but growing up in proper society you should at least recognize these words. Even if you don't know how to use them in the proper context during a civil conversation."

Draco slipped on his matching shoe, and looked up at Harry, stunned, "…Whaa…?"

"Very eloquent dear, come on – let's away."

"…What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"Whatever do you mean?" Harry placed a hand to his heart.

Draco gestured vaguely with his hands, seemingly unable to annunciate any words to describe his current feelings.

Harry lifted his hands and mimicked Draco's wildly moving hands, "…What, what is this, Draco?"

"This is me telling you that you are a complete imbecile-" Draco paused as he caught the look of amusement on his lovers face, "never you mind," he lifted his hands again and made quoting motions, "lets away."

Sticking his tongue out at Draco, Harry opened their door and led the way out into the hall. Draco smiled, shaking his head as he closed the door.

"You're insane, Harry."

"Ahh, but it's so fun, and besides – you wouldn't love me if I wasn't insane."

"No, but then maybe I would have a normal life if I were not in love with you." Draco reached down, and twined his fingers with Harry's.

"Why on earth would you want a normal life? Think about it… if your life were normal, your most often used catchphrase would be; 'would you like fries with that, Sir or Ma'am?'"

Smirking, Draco replied, "Yes. And you would be working right along side me- or under me, which ever you prefer."

The taller man looked down at his lover and blessed him with an amused smile, "Well, seeing how that would entertain and suit us both, I would have to settle with the latter of the two. Although, Draco sweetie, I would generally say that you would be under me," Harry paused, closing his eyes as he spoke next, "screaming my name, over and over and ov-"

Draco smacked Harry upside the head. "Twat."

Harry reached up, rubbing the back of his head, looking down at Draco adoringly. "Do you delight in calling me names?"

"Why yes, I do."

Harry simply smiled before leaning down and pressing his lips firmly to Draco's jaw, which, in turn, received a chorus of 'aww' from two passing 5th years. Draco turned his head towards Harry briefly, before turning and letting out a low growl at the students, accompanied by a quick snapping of his teeth. The action had its desired effect on the 5th year girls, as they jumped and scampered quickly in the opposite direction. Meanwhile, Harry was looking fondly at his lover, a small smile on his face. Draco noticed.

"What?" Draco snapped, suddenly, and unreasonably angered.

Harry shrugged, "I was just wondering if you could do that more often."

Draco frowned, "Do what?"

"Growl. It turned me on."

Draco glanced down at Harry's crotch, "Did it now? Care to take care of the problem?"

"Love, first of all, there are children present. Second, I really want to see if Zonko's has anything new, and I really really want some chocolate…"

Draco groaned, "I've been shunned for toys and candy. This is the beginning of the end for my sexual indulgences as I know it."

"What if said toys and chocolate were used on you…?"

"Well if the toy is going to be a deck of Exploding Snaps? You can consider our relationship over. Null. Void. Except for the casual fuck of course…" Draco trailed off, looking at one of the paintings on the wall; a large moving portrait of a group of nuns.

Briefly moving closer to the oil painting for a better look, Draco was roughly pulled away by Harry's arm around his waist just as Peeves came bursting through the wall. Draco let out a short scream before he tumbled back into Harry's arms, being rewarded with a bought of piercing laughter from Peeves in regards to his very undignified yelp.

"I'LL KILL THAT BLOODY GHOST IF IT'S THE LAST THING I BLOODY DO!" Draco announced, very loudly, as he glared daggers at the retreating form of said victim.

"Now, now, Draco – calm yourself. It's fine. You're fine. We're all fine." Harry offered, nodding slowly, pressing his lips together in order to keep his laughter contained.

Draco whirled around, finger pointing directly at Harry's face, "If you laugh at me, I swear to Merlin I'll bite your dick off the next time I get even remotely close to it. Understand me, Potter?!"

"Alright! Alright. Point taken. Lets go… Jesus…" Harry rolled his eyes, beginning to walk once more.

Draco huffed in place for a moment, before following after him. "I've been meaning to ask you… who is this.. 'Jesus' character, and why do you always bring him up when you're not impressed with my actions?"

Harry turned and looked at Draco. "Point for you for being eloquent for the first time today, and Jesus is… well. The muggle Merlin. He walked on water. Made water into wine…"

"…Was he obsessed with water or something?"

"No. Well. Maybe…" Harry scratched his head.

Draco huffed, crossing his arms as he walked beside Harry, "Well, he doesn't seem like that big of a deal to me. He couldn't even fly. Could he…?"

Harry sighed, "Not that I'm aware of, no. But he lived like, ages ago, so who the hell even knows?"

Again Draco huffed, "You mean to tell me that the muggles greatest 'hero' or whatever you want to call him, doesn't even have a written history of himself?"

Harry shrugged, "There is a book… but it kinda tells us what to do, more than anything, not so much about him," he paused, "more of what his teachings could have ment, than a written history of the guy himself."

"Okay…" Draco trailed off, "… do you at least have… what are they?" Draco snapped his fingers as he thought, "Movies about him?"

Harry brightened, "Well, not that I'm into muggle Gods or anything, but there is this really cool musical about him called 'Jesus Christ Super Star'. It's really…" he stopped as he saw the look of confusion on his lovers face. "What?"

"Let me get this straight… this Jesus fellow was not only in this book called the 'bible', teaching people… random… things… but he's also a stage performer?"

"Yes Draco," Harry said sarcastically, "Jesus wore fishnets and high heels whilst performing for the masses. NO! It's just a play that has to do with him."

"…So… no fishnets?"

"No. But he did wear sandals and a dress."

Draco frowned, "Dress? Was he a… cross dresser?"

Harry couldn't hold in his laughter at his lovers remark, which received a scandalized look from Draco and a pout.

"You can't laugh at me for not knowing what your weird God did, or does, or whatever. I was born in the Wizarding world."

"Yes, and that makes you naive." Harry replied, "just the way I love you."

"Oh whatever." Draco scowled, walking with Harry out into the courtyard. "Enough about this cross dressing God person."

"He wasn't a God. He was God's son."

"…Again… whatever. You seem to miss the point – I don't care. Merlin could kick his ass any day, now lets go buy sweets, hm?" Draco slipped his arm around Harry's waist, his fingers sliding just underneath the waistband of Harry's pants.

"Mhm. Of course." Harry grinned, shaking his head as he wrapped his arm around Draco's shoulders, pulling him close as they walked.

Roughly 45 minutes later, Harry and Draco walked into the entrance of Hogsmeade, both with smiles on their faces as childhood memories of the little village came flooding back.

"Do you remember that time that I threw a snowball at your head, down by the Shrieking Shack?"

"…No." Draco turned and looked into the windows of Madam Puddifoot's, coolly avoiding Harry's gaze.

Harry leaned down, his lips by Draco's ear. "You squealed." Harry smiled slightly as an involuntary shiver ran through Draco's body. "I liked it."

"You're bloody twisted." Draco looked up at Harry and pressed his lips into a firm line. "Nothing of the sort happened."

"No? Then why do I so vividly remember you on your back, with your legs up?"

Draco raised his eyebrow and let out a small breath. "So… Zonko's you say?"

"You're changing the subject…"

"Yes. Something you're very familiar with." Draco retorted, batting away Harry's hand, which was currently trying to slide up his shoulder to his neck.

Harry ignored Draco's protesting hand and caressed the fine hairs at the base of the blond's neck, "I guess that's just one more thing that we'll have to agree on, isn't it?" Harry breathed as he kissed the side of Draco's lips, "but about that chocolate…"

Draco grinned, thinking up his own clever uses for chocolate, as he turned and linked his arm with Harry's. "Lead the way."

It didn't take them long to find their way into Honeydukes sweet shop, which was almost deserted from the lack of Hogwarts students, where Draco watched his lover debate over which type of chocolate he wanted.

"Milk chocolate, or Belgium?" Harry turned his head, catching Draco's eyes.

"Hm? Oh. Whatever." Draco murmured, turning back to the display of lolly-pops.

"How about both?"

"Yes. Fine."

"How about fur handcuffs and a whip?"

"Mhm. Whatever you want—wait, excuse me?" Draco stuttered, whipping his head around to gape at his lover.

Harry merely grinned, in a very sadistic manner. "You've already agreed. Now we have to do it."

"What? No! That's unfair! You caught me off guard! I wasn't listening!"

"Yes, well, that's the price you pay for not listening. Maybe next time you'll open your ears and bloody pay attention to what I'm saying." Harry countered, still grinning.

"Just pick your fucking chocolate and lets get the hell out of here." Draco said, before looking towards the lady at the counter. "She keeps looking at me you know."

Harry shrugged offhandedly, "Maybe she thinks you're cute."

"…Eeew…" Draco whined, eyes squinting.

"Oooh, don't worry," Harry cooed, walking towards Draco and wrapping his arms around Draco's shoulders, "I'll protect you from the big, bad counter lady who thinks you're cute."

Draco rolled his eyes and pushed Harry away, "I can handle her by myself, thank you very much."

"Fine, but don't blame me if she renders you helpless and naked behind the counter."

Draco paused, before clinging to Harry's waist. "…I've changed my mind. You may be my knight in shining armor."

Laughing, Harry wrapped his arm around Draco's shoulder and pulled him towards the counter, strategically placing Draco behind him as he paid for his chocolates, and bid the lady a good afternoon. Once outside, Draco immediately extracted himself from Harry's waist, and opted for taking his hand instead.

"Zonko's next?"

"Yes."

"Will there be a creepy counter lady there too?"

"Ohh probably. But I think we're likely to get a creepy counter man." Harry teased with a grin at the fidgety man at his side.

"…I'll wait outside then."

"Oh no you don't, you're coming with me. What if someone decides to kidnap you and sell you for money to grubby old men who haven't touched anyone's body but their own for years?"

Draco grimaced, "Fine, I'll come in. But if anyone tries to make eye contact with me and they aren't you… I'll hex their privates off and send them to sing with the eunuchs."

Harry laughed, "Fair enough."

As it turned out, there was no creepy counter man, or lady for that matter, just a friendly old couple with smiles. Draco's nerves calmed considerably, as he no longer needed to feel like he was going to be molested behind the counter as the days regular customers shopped. Instead, he followed Harry around the shop, watching as his lover picked up and put down various items from the shelves.

"What exactly are you looking for?" Draco asked as he picked up what looked like a regular jar of lotion, but was actually a balm to make your entire skin turn assorted colors. From hot pink, to black, and even lime green. Depending on what mood you found yourself to be in at the time. "I remember trying to use this on you."

Turning, Harry grinned at Draco and plucked the jar from the blonds hands. "Yes, and I remember that your plan back fired and your little friends got a face full of it instead."

Draco sighed, "If those stupid buffoons had just stayed where I told them to stay, then you would have been walking around school with this stuff on your face for a week."

Harry grinned, "Maybe."

"What do you mean 'maybe'?" Draco questioned as the jar was replaced on the shelf and they continued down the aisle. "I would have gotten you really good I'll have you know."

Harry picked up a stack of Exploding Snap, and much to Draco's dismay, didn't put it back down as he kept on walking. "Love, you would have never 'gotten' me with that stuff."

Frowning, Draco crossed his arms, "And why would that be oh magnificent one?"

Harry grinned widely, "You can't throw worth shit."

Draco looked outraged, "I'll have you know that I can throw better than you can." He said as he glared at his lover.

"Suuure…" Harry replied, "you can throw far, but you have absolutely no aim what's so ever."

At that, Draco just huffed and kicked Harry's shin lightly, "Shut-up Potter."

"Aww…" Harry cooed, lifting Draco's downcast chin with his free hand, forcing his love's face up to meet his own, "you know that I think you're still the sexiest man I've ever met." He placed a chaste kiss on Draco's lips.

"I had better be…" Draco couldn't help but grin at Harry as he felt his face flush hotly, "You're way too sweet for your own good, you know."

"Yes, but it gets me laid when I'm a good boy."

"Twat." Draco replied, but grinned even wider and kissed Harry back, pressing his lips firmly against his lovers.

"Well…" Harry looked down at the assorted items in his hands, and then back up at Draco's face, "I'm done here."

"Good. Go the counter then."

"I am."

"No, you're standing infront of me."

"…Right." Harry turned, pushed his glasses up his nose and made his way towards the counter, paying for his purchases.

Draco shook his head and grinned, coming up behind Harry as he looked through his pockets for a spare galleon. "You're such a dork, Harry."

"What? No I'm not."

"You just pushed the bridge of your glasses up with your finger. You're a dork." Draco said very matter of factly.

"Would you have preferred for me to press my palm to the lens and jam it up instead?"

"Well that way, you wouldn't be such a dork. You'd be one of those… fuzzy haired genius types. With smudged glasses and a nasal constriction."

"…Nasal constriction?" Harry inquired, his voice unknowingly hitting a low nasal tone.

Draco snorted and looked up at Harry for a second before shaking his head and patting his shoulder. "I'm going to wait outside."

"Watch out for the old men."

"Well if I see any, I'll send them your way. I know how you love old wrinkled men." Draco blew a kiss in Harry's direction and turned, heading towards the door.

The woman at the counter tilted her head slightly, her jeweled glasses falling down the bridge of her nose. "He's charming."

Harry let out a brief laugh, "You don't know him as well as I do. He's anything but charming."

"I'll have you know that I havn't quite left the store yet, you half-wit." Draco turned, arms crossed over his narrow chest.

Letting out a nervous laugh, Harry smiled back at Draco. "Ahh… I knew that."

"There had better be something in that purchase for me. Something big. Something expensive. Something shiny." With that, Draco swiveled around on his heel and marched out of the store, a little bell tinkering as the door opened and closed.

Harry quirked an eyebrow at the woman behind the counter, "I don't suppose you'd part with one of your rings would you?" he questioned tapping his chin with his finger.

The woman looked at him solemnly for a moment, then burst into a fit of loud, obnoxious laughter. After wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, she answered quite frankly. "No."

Harry bowed his head and muttered, "No? Damn. I guess I'll have to settle with giving him a galleon. It's big, well, sort of. It's expensive, and it's shiny."

Regarding him for second, the lady leaned in and said, "Better give the lad two."

"I'll do that." Harry replied with a grin as the shop lady gave him his bag with the purchases he made.

Upon leaving the store, Harry noticed that while Draco was true to his word about not going near any wrinkled old men wanting to use him, he was in the middle of a chat with none other than Cole and Luke. Two people who were at least two marks up from greasy old men on the 'people you should never talk to in public' list.

"Harry! Baby, darling, sweetheart! So good to see you!" Cole squealed, arms flung open in a dramatic display of greeting.

"Never call me those words again. Ever." Harry narrowed his eyes, walking towards his group of friends.

"You always ruin my fun." Cole pouted, turning and clinging to Luke.

Harry came to a stop beside Draco, and flashed Cole a large, fake smile. "Yes, well, if I didn't, no one would."

"Oh now that's not true. I tell him that he's stupid and should invest in shutting up all the time. I ruin his fun daily." Luke quipped, patting the top of Cole's head.

"Yes. But the only reason I--"

Draco cut Cole off, "Cole has decided to become a porn star. Did you know that, Harry?"

"A… porn star?" Harry tilted his head, eyebrows furrowed.

"Oh yes! I hear that having a career in porn is very lucrative." Cole beamed, de-tangling himself from Luke's body.

"Lucrative for… whom, exactly?" Harry inquired, eyebrows still furrowed.

"Oh. Well. Me of course. Who'd you think would get the money? Luke?" Cole asked as the group began to walk slowly down the street.

Luke snorted, "Well I'd better at least see some of it. Especially if you're going to be shagging other men for a living."

Cole looked offended, "Who said anything about sleeping with other men?"

"…Umm… you did?" Draco said.

Cole laughed and shook his head, "Porn star yes. With men… no. I was actually thinking about a porn career with women as my main subject."

At once, both Draco and Luke grimaced and all but yelled, "EEWW!!"

"What do you mean, 'eww'?" Cole asked, looking down and picking absently at his bright pink nails.

Luke reached down and swatted Cole's hand away, "Well… girls are… gross naked. They smell weird. And they just… ew."

"Oh so you're… girlphobic?" Cole teased; his head tilted to the side as his hand was grabbed by Luke's.

"Only when they're naked." Luke replied, in a chipper tone.

Cole raised his eyebrow, and pursed his lips. "And just how many girls have you seen naked, Lucas?"

"Two."

"Oooh, really now? And who are these slags? Hm? Hmm?!" Cole snapped, his eyes flashing.

Luke looked over at Cole and swallowed. "Well. One was my mother," At this, Cole deflated just a little, "And the other was the first girl I ever had sex with. Rather scary naked, really."

"Was she fat?" Draco asked, receiving a smack upside the head from Harry. "…Ouch."

"Yes, well you deserved it." Harry scowled, arm falling back around Draco's shoulders.

Luke merely smiled, "No. She wasn't fat, she was a biter."

"Well I bite, and you don't find me revolting when I'm naked." Cole supplied, eyes still narrowed.

"She… bit important places. Things I'd rather have intact when the night is through."

All three men winced at the same time.

Cole's chest visibly reduced, but his eyes remained narrowed. "Yes, that's fine. But you still haven't told me why you think girls are gross."

"All of their bits are on the… inside… it's… it's weird. Slimy. Gross." Luke finished, his nose wrinkled in disgust.

Cole nodded and seemed to be lost in thought, while Harry and Draco furrowed their eyebrows, and looked up, thinking over Luke's reasoning.

"…Yes. I suppose that makes sense." Draco said, looking over at Luke, "Is… is it really… slimy?"

"Like you would ever have to worry about it," Harry replied for Luke, "when are you ever going to have sex with a woman?"

Draco puffed up, "Well, when you're old and decrepit, I'll have to have some little bird to keep me company."

"When I'm old and decrepit, you will be too. And the only bird you'll have around is the one that's going to be wiping your arse when you shite yourself." Harry retorted smugly.

At that, Luke and Cole burst into laughter, holding onto each other as they walked. Draco, on the other hand, did not look in the least bit impressed. Glaring up at his lover with a look to kill.

"I hate you."

Harry grinned and laughed slightly, "No you don't."

"Oh, I can assure you. The way I feel for you is right up there with strong dislike."

"But that's not hate, is it?"

"You politically correct git." Draco scowled.

"Alright! Enough of this! I'm thirsty, and the only thing that's going to quench it is a fruity drink complete with matching umbrella!" Cole jutted into the conversation, gently patting the skin beside his eye to wipe the tears of laughter away.

"So conjure one up." Harry said, in a rather disinterested voice.

"Oh I know! Lets apparate to London!" Cole squealed, a huge smile on his face.

"…Wow. That conversation did a complete 180. Twice." Luke said, eyebrows raised slightly.

"It did a what?" Cole tilted his head.

Luke smiled gently, patting Cole's hand. "Never you mind, baby, lets just go get your fruity drink, hm?"

"We have to meet Hermione and Viktor for dinner, you know." Harry interjected offhandedly.

"Who?" Luke questioned, as Cole uttered a low "Eh…?"

"Viktor Krum, and Hermione Granger… Granger-Krum?" Harry looked down at Draco.

"Hermione Krum-Granger…?" Draco answered back, eyebrows furrowed. "Or just Hermione Krum. God that is such a difficult last name… Can you imagine what their children are going to go through? 'Hi! This is my son… his name is Chalmers Granger-Krum. And my daughter Delilah Krum-Granger.'"

Harry let out a loud barking laugh, "Chalmers? Where the hell did you come up with that name?"

"…Oh. That was going to be my name, until my mother interjected and forced my father to use Draco instead…" Draco sighed, looking off to the side.

"Thank God for that… That's a rather unfortunate name." Harry smiled.

"Chalmers is a name for some… fat, pock-marked, middle aged computer nerd or something." Luke supplied, "anyways… where are we supposed to be meeting the couple with the unfortunately named children?"

"Oh… well, they don't have any kids yet," Harry said, "but Hermione is going to pop one out… in… well, I don't remember when. But sooner or later"

"Just like that huh?" Cole asked teasingly, "a quick 'pop' and it's over?"

"Shut it." Harry warned, "both of you," he said as Luke began to smirk. "Anyways, we'll be meeting them at the Three Broomsticks at four. Which is…" he looked down at the watch on his wrist, "… in ten minutes."

"…The Three Broomsticks?" Luke asked, "where the hell do you people come up with such names?"

"Ordinary muggles like you wouldn't understand." Draco said as he reached down, and brushed off his shirt.

"Right! Well, lets go to the Three Broomsticks, then!" Cole smiled, turning the four of them around, cutting Luke's impending smart remark off.

When they reached their destination, Hermione and Viktor were already there.

"Where have you guys been?" Hermione asked as she put her hands on her hips, sounding very much to Harry like Molly Weasley.

"Herm, we're not even late. Give it up." The green-eyed man retorted.

With a grin, Hermione lowered her hands, "I know. I'm just practicing my mothering skills."

"Your children are going to be so scared of you." Draco said, though he said it with a grin.

"Especially if you name them Chalmers and Delilah…" Cole remarked.

"…What?" both Hermione and Viktor asked as one.

"Nothing!" Harry said, "let's go eat."

Cole stomped his foot on the ground, "I want to dance, and sing, and have my drink with the umbrella!"

Draco sighed, "Would you to mind if we went into London?"

There was a pause, then a collective grin from the rest of the group when Hermione and Viktor nodded.

"That sounds like a lovely idea!" Hermione said, grinning herself.

"But you can't drink," Viktor said, concern entering his voice.

Hermione turned and pressed her hand to Viktor's chest, "Yes… I know that honey. But I can still dance, sing, and act stupid, can I not?"

"…I suppose." Viktor answered, eyes downcast.

Hermione sighed and leaned up, kissing Viktor's cheek quickly, not noticing the look of disgust that blossomed across Draco's face. "Let's go by Floo, then?"

"No! We'll get dirty!" Draco said immediately.

"…Fine. We'll apparate then. Just don't splinch yourself in the process."

"…Splinch?" Luke furrowed his eyebrows, looking over at Cole.

"Be quiet and hold onto me, hm?" Cole said, before turning to Harry. "Apparate to King's Cross, then?"

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Kylia: THE END!!! No, just kidding. We're going to split this chapter into two, cause it's well… really long. So the next part will be up in the near future. Hopefully.

Raei: YES! So I hope that you enjoyed this chapter. The next chapter will basically be the kids/wizards/people having dinner, and going dancing. OI! Oi. Good. So you have that to look forwards to. Anyhow, we're done. ENJOY!

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