It was awhile later before they were sitting around sharing the largest sundae there was.
"My mum and I went into Ireland for a short stay in Dublin," Hermione was saying as they sat down, she was smiling and wearing an Irish Quidditch pin.
"Oh?" Harry raised an eyebrow at her.
"Yes, and we met the Chaser for the Dublin Darkness, they're a new young team that's going straight to the top, Flanney, Joseph Flanney. He's really nice and only about our age."
Harry hadn't heard anything about this new team and it interested him. But the look on Ron's face was begging him to change the subject so he did.
"Did you do the Potions essay?" he asked the bushy-haired girl.
"Of course, all three and a half feet. You?"
"Yeah, I just need to double check a few facts."
"Did you hear about little Pansy?" An old witch sat down at the table near theirs with a young girl of about twenty.
"No ma'am, what's happened?"
"She's been engaged." The old witch smiled toothlessly.
"Oh grandmamma, this is exciting, my little cousin is getting married."
"To a Malfoy if things go through."
"But isn't Pansy…more for her own kind?" the young woman raised her eyebrows, making her point.
"Ahh, that's right. She spends so much time with boys it's hard to remember she's a lesbian," the elder laughed and signaled a waiter to take her order.
"So, erm, what did you do Ron?"
"Mum and Dad went to visit Charlie in Romania, Percy sent a letter, Fred and George's store is doing real well, Ginny went out with a boy from the town near the Burrow. Same old stuff," Ron shrugged.
"I asked what you did though Ron," Harry said, smiling.
"I spent most of the summer practicing for Quidditch this season." Ron said, taking a large bite of sundae.
"Good, I think if we train real hard, we could have a chance at the cup this year," Harry said, pointing with his spoon to accent his point.
"We have a shot even if we don't practice, we have you Harry."
"But what about the team once I graduate? I don't want them to be left completely unprepared."
"Let's talk about something we all have in common," Hermione stopped them and plucked the cherry from atop the ice-cream.
"I think you should all talk about how much Gryffindors suck," a smooth drawl told them from nearby.
The three turned to see Malfoy and Zabini standing there with a vanilla ice-cream cone topped with walnut pieces. Blaise smirked and licked the ice-cream, quirking an eyebrow suggestively.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Hermione asked, angry.
"Nothing from you muggle-girl," Malfoy sneered and took the cone from his companion.
"Leave us alone Malfoy, we don't want to deal with you or your pet dog right now," Harry said, glaring at them both.
Blaise's upper lip curled back and he glared harshly, "if anyone here's a dog Potter, it's your little red poodle there."
"Can't you come up with anything better than that?" Hermione asked, taking a bite of ice-cream as though she didn't care they were there.
"Can't you come up with anything new to ask when we insult you?" Malfoy asked.
"Piss off Malfoy, go home and count your money, why don't you?" Ron snarled and stuck his spoon into the sundae rather viciously.
"Ooh," Blaise smirked and walked over, leaning close to the red-head his smirked. "Angry that you'll always be second-hand Weasely?"
"Have fun being the Wonder Boy," Malfoy whispered evilly in Harry's ear as he passed. Then the two walked away, sliding into the crowd.
Harry's insides chilled as the warmth of the blonde disappeared and he saw Ron shudder.
"I don't like either of them at all," Hermione frowned angrily.
"Me either," Ron added hurriedly, but his eyes betrayed him, they followed the Slytherins into the crowd.
"Let's finish our sundae and go get our things." Harry didn't want to spend much time there anymore.
"Yeah." Ron nodded and they finished up, paid and left. Harry rushed them through buying supplies and kept his eyes out for the infuriating blonde head. He didn't see it again until they returned to the Leaky Cauldron that night for diner with the rest of the Weasely clan.
They walked in and saw Draco Malfoy standing with Blaise, Pansy, Theodore Nott, Millicent, Crabbe and Goyle as well as Terry Boot and Zacharias Smith. They were seated around two tables pushed together, smoking cigarettes, drinking an assortment of alcohol and playing a wizard version of poker. Harry looked over and saw Blaise wearing a neon green shirt reading "My boyfriend's got a giant penis, Ha Ha." Harry raised his eyebrows and looked over the group dressed mostly in punk-rock Muggle attire and he wondered why.
"What the hell does that git think he's doing?" Ron hissed, motioning towards Malfoy. The blonde had stood, put out his cigarette in the end of his bright blue martini and started to walk in their general direction. Harry looked over the blonde, a pair of large black pants with chain bondage straps and a tight black shirt with "Subhumans" written in orange. His white hair was tossed carelessly and his eyes were accented by black eyeliner.
"Malfoy," Harry acknowledged him.
"Oh, Potter, didn't expect to see you." Malfoy seemed to have not even noticed him before that moment and it angered Harry. Not noticed?
"What's with the get-up Ferret-Boy?"
"There's a concert at the Sunlight Club we're going to."
"The Sunlight Club? That's a vampire hang-out, something you want to tell us Malfoy?" Ron asked, looking over the pale boy with disgust.
"Not unless there's something you want to know Weasely." Draco rolled his eyes and handed Tom a galleon for a glass of bourbon. Malfoy took it and walked back to the table, retaking his seat next to Blaise who had just won the hand and congratulated himself with kissing Malfoy's cheek. The table laughed with their Prince and Harry tore away from the scene and walked to where the Weaselys were getting ready to order dinner. Harry sat with his back to the group and concentrated on the meal and conversation around him.
It didn't go to well, he kept trying to hear the Slytherin conversation, it infuriated him, they're large group of close-knit friends who could slid effortlessly around the London, being the heirs of the greatest fortunes in the world, standing on their little pedestals of untouchable purity, it pissed him the fuck off.
He wanted to be up there too.