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Chapter 5Fred and George had arrived and were throwing butterbeer bottles to each other, much to their mothers distaste.
"Catch!" Fred turned as Harry entered the room and tossed a bottle at him. Fred and George took great joy in amusing themselves by testing Harry's skills. Harry froze the bottle in the air by merely raising a hand and sent it flying back at Fred who caught it in one hand with a grin.
"You have learn well, my disciple" Fred said in a deep voice that sounded very much like Dumbledore.
Molly emerged from the kitchen carrying a huge pot of pudding. Lupin and Ron were behind her each carrying other forms of desert.
Harry, Hermione, Draco, Fred, George and Sirius sat down with Lupin, Molly and Ron.
Arthur, Ginny and Jenna joined them moments later and they all tucked in, chatting happily to their neighbour.
"I believe Hermione has some exciting news for us?" Lupin said when they had almost finished. His eyes sparkled as Hermione blushed. Everyone turned to stare at her.
"Err…I got head girl at Hogwarts this year" she informed them timidly.
The occupants of the table broke into tumultuous applause and cheers as Harry pulled a bottle of Champaign from beneath his chair. He and Lupin had obviously planned it.
"Oh, we don't have a corkscrew!" Molly said as Sirius gave everyone a crystal wine glass.
"I'll get it" Harry offered, jumping up and running to the kitchen. Just as he was about to leave he noticed Sirius' liqueur cabinet still open on the wall. A tall, flat bottle of tequila caught his eye and he picked it up slowly.
"Come on, Harry!" Lupin called from the dining room.
"Coming!" Harry shoved the bottle in his pocket and ran back to his seat. Sirius popped the Champaign bottle and poured everyone a glass, including the delighted teenagers.
When everyone had a glass of the bubbly substance Lupin raised his own and everyone followed suit.
"To Hermione, may she be the best head girl Hogwarts has had the honour to see"
"To Hermione!" everyone else chorused before drinking to her.
The talked and laughed for a little longer before Molly cleared the table with a sweep of her wand. Everyone went their separate ways while Harry stayed at the table, debating whether to put the stolen bottle of tequila back when he over heard part of Sirius and Molly's argument.
"…They're teenagers, Molly! It's in their nature to have sex!"
"In my day we didn't have sex until after marriage!"
"Well we aren't in those days anymore. I don't want you spying on Hermione and Draco all night! As far as I know, they've been quite steady for a six months."
"Fine! I wont but I want you to give Draco the 'talk', God knows his father hasn't, Harry too, Lupin told me he has a girlfriend…"
"Fine. What about Ron?"
Molly let out a light snort.
"Ron? Why would he need the talk? He's still my little boy and even if he did want to…you know… go further, he's responsible enough…"
Harry stifled a laugh and left the room. Sirius was right behind him, a smirk spread across his face.
"I hope you heard that, Harry" he said as the two of them went upstairs. They stopped to let Hermione, Jenna and Ginny past as they obeyed Molly's summons for help in the kitchen.
"I did. Ron a little boy? I doubt it"
Sirius went up the next flight of stairs to his room while Harry entered his own. Ron and Malfoy were in there checking out all Harry's muggle belongings with the deepest interest.
"What's this, Harry?" Ron asked, pointing to his stereo. Harry picked up a remote control and hit a button. Metallica blared from the speakers and Ron and Draco jumped about a mile. Harry turned the music off.
"Metallica" he informed them. Ron looked as if he was about to faint. Sirius entered the room and tossed a handful of condoms on the bed.
"Molly has informed me that I am to give you the 'talk'" Sirius grinned as Harry and Malfoy scrabbled for the little green packages. Ron held back a little with a look of envy in his eyes.
"Use them because you don't want to end up with a kid like Ginny and Dean…or me," he added before he left. Harry tossed his handful of condoms in his top drawer while Malfoy put his in his pocket.
"That was extremely fulfilling" Malfoy exclaimed, searching through Harry's cupboard.
Ron and Harry laughed.
They waited a while before going back downstairs and when they did they found Molly in a deep discussion with the girls.
Molly shooed them away and they soon found themselves sitting, quite bored, in front of the Television.
"Harry?" Sirius called from the hallway before coming into the dark room. "Harry, Kingsley is here. He wants to talk to you about your car"
Harry, desperate to talk to anyone, jumped up and followed Sirius into the hallway and found Kingsley leaning against the door.
Kingsley waited until the coast was clear before leading Harry outside.
"Today's the last day of the summer and the last day of your cease fire" Kingsley informed him dutifully. Harry nodded, wondering what this had to do with his car. "So…I thought I'd take you to a race. Tonks is racing and I thought it'd be a good one to watch if you ever decide to take it up"
"Sure" Harry said eagerly, opening his car door and getting in. Kingsley grinned at his enthusiasm and jumped in the other side.
It took them twenty minutes of speeding before they reached the designated racetrack; a two-mile straight that ran across the London Bridge.
It was just as Harry had seem in the movies; hundreds of specially designed race cars lined up along the sides of the road, racers and spectators exchanging money and car information, lookouts on the tops of buildings looking for cop cars and barriers blocking side streets.
Harry edged through the crowd until he found a parking space between a green BMW and a Ford Mustang.
Kingsley then led him, on foot, towards the starting line.
"What you do is, every racer decides on a price, usually one thousand or more and they give it to Rove, that's the beefy guy over there. If you don't have any money and you still want to race, or your feeling daring, you can put in the green slip for your car. There's no fair way of racing like this so you just have to accept it if you lose. There's Tonks over there"
Tonks was leaning on her pink car bonnet talking happily to one of the other racers. There were four cars racing which meant, if Tonks won, she'd take home three thousand dollars and a Mitsubishi Lancer.
"That's Samuel" Kingsley whispered, pointing to the boy Tonks was talking to, he was also the owner of the Lancer. Samuel looked only slightly older than Harry with a wiry figure and hollow green eyes. "Sam hasn't lost a race in over four months. He's one of the best out there, except Tonks. This is her first race against him and everyone is counting on her to win"
Now that he had that piece of information, Harry noticed that Samuel was looking a little nervous while Tonks was acting as if it was any old day.
"Harry!" she said delightedly when they reached her side. She pointed at Samuel's fiery orange car. "I'm going to win that for Lupin. God knows he needs a new one…"
Samuel made a face and got in his car.
"It's about to start, Tonks" Kingsley informed her after receiving a wave from one of the lookouts. Tonks got in her car and started the engine. Flames spurted from the exhaust pipe and Kingsley and Harry backed away slowly. The other two drivers entered their cars and the crowd fell into a hushed silence as four neon lights, two orange, one green and one pink, blazed out from beneath the engines.
"Go Sammie!" A girl beside Harry screamed. Harry noticed, a little disgusted, that she was only thirteen.
All of a sudden an air rifle was sounded and the cars shot off down the road at the speed of a bullet. Harry watched them until they rounded a corner before running back to his car with Kingsley to take a short cut to the finish line. Not many other drivers knew of the shortcut they took because there was only a scattering of cars behind them as they reached the finish line, situated just past the London Bridge.
Harry had just parked his car again when two cars, neck in neck, became visible from across the bridge.
"GO TONKS!" Harry yelled, jumping on the bonnet of his car so he could see properly over the screaming crowd.
Tonks seemed completely at ease and as they drew into the last hundred metres she hit the gas and roared off ahead of her opponent, beating him by almost fifty metres.
"Give us a challenge next time, will you, Sammie?" Tonk drawled as the beaten Samuel reluctantly handed over his car keys and her other winnings before setting off down the street, hands in pockets.
"Can you get this home?" Tonks asked Kingsley, throwing him the Lancer's keys. Kingsley caught them in one hand before giving her a winner's hug. Suddenly, on the rooftops above, somebody started screaming.
"COPS! WE GOT A SHIT LOAD OF COPS!"
Harry didn't need to hear it twice. In a flash he was back in his car and starting the engine. He didn't know where he was to go but the sound of Sirens behind him made him panic. He slammed the gear stick forward and took off amongst all the other fleeing cars. He could see Kingsley up ahead in the Lancer and tried to follow him but cars were continuously cutting across his path and he soon found himself quite alone. He glanced in the rear-view mirror as he sped along a highway behind a yellow Mazda. He could only just see the police lights flashing on the horizon behind him and he began to relax and enjoy the dangerous chase.
It wasn't long before a yellow Lamborghini drew up along his right as the driver beckoned for him to wind down his window.
"Follow me, Harry!" George called before pulling in front of him and taking a sharp left down an empty street. Harry followed him for a short while before realising that there was a short line of cars, possibly other of George's minions, behind him. Up front, George lowered his speed to just above the legal limit as he turned down yet another empty street and flashing his lights. 'The pit stop' loomed into view, it's doors wide open so the line of cars could file in for hiding. Frank and Razza slammed the huge rolling doors shut and signalled for the drivers to turn off their headlights as the sirens of a police car passed by on the quite street outside.
It wasn't until all siren noises had faded completely from the still night air that Razza took the liberty of turning on the four spotlights, situated in each high corner of the shed.
Harry was now able to see that six cars had managed to fit into the shed leaving plenty of space left over. Slowly, adrenaline pumping top-speed through his veins, he opened his door and got out. A wave of relief swept over him when he noticed that both Tonks and Kingsley had managed to get into the hiding place. They seemed equally relieved to see him as they exited their own cars and hurried over to him.
"What did you think, Harry?" Tonks asked, grinning feebly and running her fingers through her copper coloured hair.
"It was great" Harry breathed, imitating her by running his fingers through his own hair. "I can't wait for the next one"
They laughed before fading off to converse with some of the other drivers about the race. Harry took the moment to ask George a few things.
"Is it ok if I leave my car with you while I'm at school?" he asked, helping his boss check the engine of an Italian girls car that was damaged in the 'great escape' as Harry now referred to it in his mind. "It's just that I don't exactly trust the people I'm living with to take good care of it"
"Sure, I was going to ask you to leave it here anyway. I want to do some work on it before you start you great racing career." George grinned impishly and Harry returned it before telling him that Kingsley would drop it off the next morning. He then returned to his car because Frank had just given the all clear and everyone was slowly starting their cars and leaving.
Harry, Tonks and Kingsley had a mock race on the way home, which resulted in Kingsley winning because he used his nitrogen. Tonks took the liberty of tying with Harry as they pulled up outside the darkened Grimmauld place.
The first thing they heard when they walked in the door was Molly screeching in the dining room.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE HARRY IS?"
There was a murmured response from Sirius as Harry Tonks and Kingsley paused outside the door to listen.
"YOU LET HIM GO OUT WITH KINGSLEY? YOU KNOW WHAT A BAD INFLUENCE HE IS ON THE CHILDREN. HE PROBABLY TOOK HARRY TO ONE OF THOSE DANGEROUS RACES HE'S ALWAYS GOING TO!"
"Hey, hey, hey!" Kingsley said angrily, bursting into the room with Harry and Tonks behind him. "All I was doing was tying up some loose ends with Harry about the maintenance of his car while he was at school. I'm sorry it took so long but he wanted to say goodbye to his mates at work! Isn't that right, Harry?"
"Uh, yeah" Harry replied, he'd just realised that the bottle of tequila was still in his pocket. He'd have to figure out where to hide it if he ever got a moment to himself.
"I told you, Molly" Sirius said calmly, though he seemed relieved by the fact that Harry had finally returned. "He was just dealing with his car"
"Fine. I'm sorry I was concerned about Harry's welfare" Molly said, waving her arms wildly. "It's time for the children to go to bed now though, it's almost midnight and they have school tomorrow!"
Too much groaning and complaining, Molly was able to usher the teenagers out of the room. Harry stayed behind for a moment and watched as Tonks handed the Lancer keys over to Lupin.
"I won you a car," she said, grinning as Lupin smiled.
"I knew you took him racing" was all he said before following Tonks and Kingsley out to look at his prize.
Harry said a final goodnight to Sirius and the twins, the only ones left in the room, before heading upstairs alone.
Ron was already in the room and in bed. Harry, whilst getting dressed himself, told Ron, in full detail, about the run from the cop cars then he turned the lights out and got into bed.
He woke about an hour later to a silent house except…there was a creaking noise outside his bedroom on the loose floorboard. Harry groaned inwardly when he realised Mrs Weasley was pacing the corridor outside, waiting for Draco or Hermione to sneak out. He let her do two more laps before slamming his door open and catching her in the act.
"Do you mind?" he asked, putting on an angry tone. "People are trying to sleep and they cant if you're snooping around the house!"
"Oh, sorry, Harry!" she said, withdrawing slightly as Harry closed the door again. She did one more lap before heading upstairs to her own bed.
In the next room, Draco let out a sigh of relief as he heard Harry raging at the motherly woman. He knew he couldn't do it himself as she would become suspicious but because Harry had done it…. As he listened to her walk upstairs he rolled over in the large bed and opened a drawer in the bedside cabinet before extracting a condom and placing it beside his extinguished lamp. He waited a few more agonising minutes, giving Molly time to get to sleep, before casting a silencing spell on the room and leaving to get his girlfriend.
Hermione woke to having Draco's lips pressed gently against hers. In complete silence, he helped her up and they tiptoed towards the door. Jenna snuffled in her sleep and rolled over. Hermione looked back fearfully but Malfoy pulled her gently out the door and down the hall, expertly missing the loose floorboard.
The main hazards over with, Hermione began to worry slightly. Would Draco wear a condom? Would she have to ask him to? What if he said no, or assured her he would pull out? Should she trust him on that? Should she do it at all?
The first thing she saw though, and with a huge sigh of relief, was the green wrapper sitting on his bedside table, glinting lustily in the moonlight. Now she had other things to worry about. What if she had an abnormality in her nipple or somewhere else? Would he laugh? Keep it a secret? Tell his friends? What if he didn't fit?
Malfoy could feel her hesitancy as he laid her back on the bed. He pulled away from her with a small frown.
"I'm not pushing you into this if your not ready, Hermione" he said sternly.
"I'm ready" she assured him and slowly began to undo her shirt buttons, revealing a black leather bra that she had bought for the occasion. And as she watched a look of ecstasy ignite in his elegant grey eyes, she pulled him close and whispered teasingly in his ear.
"Happy birthday"
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