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Harry, after saying his farewells to his parents and sister, walked out of the front door of the manor at an ambling pace and made it to the garage door. He was wearing a black leather jacket and a pair of blue jeans. His wild hair was tied back into a small ponytail, and a pair of black sunglasses covered his emerald eyes. Lodged between his left arm and the side of his chest, was an extra helmet, while his right hand held his gloves and wand.

With a swish of his wand, the garage door smoothly opened. The multiple expensive vehicles inside glowed, as the bright light of the sun entered the building. However, Harry's eyes barely laid on any of them for more than three seconds, except for one.

It was the latest addition to his growing collection, and it was the first one that had two wheels. The body had green accents and was entirely made out of carbon fiber. And to make matters more exciting, it also made a ton of power.

He couldn't wait to show his friends and especially Tracey, this gem that he had recently acquired after months of searching. After checking the time, and realizing he was behind schedule, he immediately put his helmet on, double-checked that the extra helmet was also secured, before revving the bike's engine up and making his exit towards his girlfriend's house.

Within record time, he made the final turn into the Davis household driveway. His bike's engine was making so much noise, much to the chagrin of the neighbors who were staring out of the windows with disgruntled expressions, however, as always he paid them no heed.

Before he could even do anything, the front door swung open, and Tracey along with her younger brother and parents haphazardly looked left and right, searching for the source of the noise until their eyesight landed on Harry.

Tracey's expressions immediately changed from confusion to happiness as she charged at him and greeted him in the same fashion as couples always did. "Harry!" she said joyfully after they parted.

The other Davis's, once realizing it was Harry, also greeted him warmly. And with them being muggles they immediately recognized the deathtrap that he was riding. They made small talk for a few minutes, however, Harry could tell that Mrs. Davis was not at all pleased with what he was planning on taking his daughter on.

"Here you go Trace," said Harry as he gave her the extra helmet to wear. "You'll be perfectly fine," he added when he saw his girlfriend look apprehensively between the bike and helmet.

Before she could reply, Mrs. Davis decided to finally voice what was going through her thoughts, "You do know what you are doing right, Harry dear? She said in a worried voice. "I know what these things can do and the last thing I want is to find my Tracey hurt."

"Don't worry Mrs. Davis. I'm a careful driver," replied Harry with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

Everybody including Mrs. Davis snorted at that. Everyone knew the type of driver he was. "Yeah, right," said Mrs. Davies obviously not believing a single word that just came out of his mouth. "Just be safe, okay?"

Harry nodded and after making sure that Tracey was ready to go, he started the engine up, which hilariously made the Davises jump and Tracey shriek before driving off.

Despite just leaving the driveway of her home and barely going over the speed limit, Tracey held onto Harry for dear life. Her head was pressed between his shoulder blades, while her hands wrapped around his chest tightly. She could hear his soft laughter that she loved over the monstrous noise coming out of the bike. He knew that she hated these types of things but yet he kept on doing them. She could barely stand riding on a broom and here she was, sitting on the back seat of a motorbike, hanging on for dear life.

"Loosen your grip will you Trace," chuckled Harry. "I'm struggling to breathe."

"No!" came her muffled voice from between his shoulder blades but she reduced her grip slightly. Knowing Tracey, he knew she also had her eyes closed.

"The roads are clear right now Tracey. I'm going to count to ten and if you haven't opened your eyes by the time I've reached it, then I'm going to accelerate hard." Said Harry, his voice full of mirth.

"You wouldn't dare!" Once again came her muffled voice. In response, Harry said, "1…..2…."

Vibrations went up and down his body as Tracey frantically tried to stop him from counting to ten. "...8….9"

"Okay! Okay!" came Tracey's loud clear voice over the loud engine. Harry carefully looked over his shoulder and saw Tracey still pressed against his back, however, her eyes were open and staring back at him in clear frustration. The expression immediately changed to worry and betrayal once she saw the smirk on his voice and when he opened his mouth, "...10"

Harry turned his head forward and accelerated quickly, much to his joy and Tracey's horror. "HARRY!" She continuously screamed as Harry continued to accelerate and decelerate over the next multiple minutes.

"Stop it! Stop it! HARRY!" The loudest screams were when he drove between cars at dangerous speeds. However, what finally made Tracey have enough was when she felt herself slowly rising in the air. She opened her eyes slightly to find out Harry was doing a wheelie.

Harry knew he was pulling a big risk when he began attempting to do it. It wasn't just because of Tracey's reaction, but it was also the first time he was going to attempt doing one. At first, he thought that his girlfriend didn't notice that he was doing a wheelie but that line of thought immediately collapsed when he felt his girlfriend lean forward and feel her heavy breaths on his ear when she menacingly said, "Stop! Right! Now!"

'Oh dear,' he thought.

Knowing that it was better to face Tracey ire earlier rather than later, he stopped the bike at the nearest safe place he could find. Before he could even take his helmet off, Tracey was already off the bike, had placed a privacy charm around them, and her helmet was in her hands, revealing her warm red, angry face. Just as Harry had taken his helmet off and was safely off the bike, Tracey immediately fired a stinging hex towards him, landing dangerously close to his crotch.

"Ouch!" Said Harry, as he dropped his helmet and placed both hands over the spot that Tracey had just hit. Just as the pain subsided, Harry began fumbling through his pockets to get his wand, but he made the mistake of turning his body away from the irate witch, which he later realized after another hex was sent to his rear.

"Okay! Okay! Jeez! I'm sorry Trace! I won't ever do that again!" said a squirming Harry as his hands remained pressed against where he was hit. He couldn't fathom how embarrassing this was, and he thanked Merlin that Tracey had saved him from this embarrassment by erecting a privacy ward around them.

"Don't you ever do that again, Harry James Potter! You know how much I hate this sort of thing, and no matter how many times I say it, it doesn't get into your thick skull. You utter prat!" Tracey was breathing heavily after her rant. "A wheelie?! Seriously, what were you thinking? If a single thing went wrong, we could have been seriously hurt, you prat!"

"I knew the risks, Tracey. But look, we are perfectly fine." He immediately knew that he had said the wrong thing by the expression that was his girlfriend's face. Not knowing what else to say, Harry added, "And I may be a prat, but I'm your prat," he then started creeping towards her at the same speed as her wand arm which was lowering down.

Tracey, despite her current anger, couldn't help stop the smile that was fighting its way on her face. She hated how Harry, who she was furious with, could make her smile with just one sentence, no matter how infuriating it was. She also disliked the smile that was now on his face because the longer she looked at it, the wider her smile became. And then the sound of chuckles started and before they knew it, they were laughing uncontrollably.

Throughout the time of her rant, and their laughter, they had slowly crept closer towards each other. They were now a foot away from each other.

"I'm still angry with you," She stated as her boyfriend closed the gap and pulled her into a soft hug.

"I know," he said as he inhaled her strawberry-scented hair.

"You're not going to stop doing stuff like this, are you?"

Harry released her from the hug and looked into her golden eyes. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked.

This made Tracey think for a few moments before she stared back at his emerald eyes and answered, "No. I don't want you to stop." After a few moments, she added, "I don't want you to stop because you enjoy it, which makes me happy, no matter how much I dislike stuff like this…"

Another few moments went by. "Maybe someday you'll enjoy it," Harry said slowly, his eyes still fixed on hers.

"Maybe…" Tracey said as her lips slowly gravitated towards his.

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