Whoo, here is the next chapter… which is a long one again! I'm mostly focusing on how Harry and Ryder are in two places at once, and how Draco is feeling about both boys (who are really the same boy). Poor Draco.
Hope you like it.
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Chapter 4
Beginnings
Because Ryder and Rose lived in England, which was outside of the usual area Durmstrang accepted students from, they were allowed to floo to and from the Institute for holidays. At Hogwarts, Harry had to use the Express.
He followed the Weasley family dutifully past the barrier between Platforms 9 and 10: which he already knew was there, he had after all read 'Hogwarts: a History'. He smiled, rather impressed by the large shinny red steam engine that awaited him past the barrier. People of various ages were making there way across the train platform; adults loading trunks into compartments, children hugging adults goodbye, Purebloods glaring at Mudbloods, and of course Weasley's making as much racket as they could.
"This way Fred, George, over here! Come on Harry dear." Ryder rolled his eyes and followed, trying to suppress a grimace. The woman was so loud that her voice hurt his ears. Merlin, but he missed Violet Hammond already: his Mother never raised her voice not even when she was furious. "Come ON Ronald," Molly Weasley screamed and Ron went bright red as half the population at the station turned to stare at him.
Ryder sighed, and ran a hand over his face in exasperation. Ginny, the youngest, had spent the whole journey from the Muggle platform to the Wizarding one staring at him. No thank you Weasley, Ryder thought, I'm engaged. When Ginny saw Harry run his hand on his face she gasped. "Mum, Harry's sick!"
Molly Weasley then spent ten minutes hugging and prodding Harry, who insisted he was just tired. He shuddered when he was let go, determined to run straight from the Welcoming Feast and take a very hot shower. He was covered in Weasley germs. Draco would be horrified, he thought with a smile.
Speaking of Draco, there he was. Ryder nearly waved, but managed to save face by dragging his hand through his unruly Potter hair. Draco was so cute in his black Hogwarts robes with a green Slytherin crest on the right breast. Most students just bought plain black robes and had a crest sewn on after the Sorting, but Draco seemed certain he would enter the snake pit. Ryder sighed; he wished he could go with his boyfriend. He was going to hate pretending to hate Draco.
He had to be Harry Potter, because if he wasn't Atticus could get in trouble. Albus Dumbledore seemed to be placing a lot of pressure on Harry's narrow shoulders not to mention something about a Prophecy – maybe there was one, maybe there wasn't, Ryder didn't really care. He just wanted to be left alone. He couldn't wait till he turned 17 and then he could 'leave' the Dursley's and Hogwarts. When he was 17, he could be himself, his family would be safe and Dumbledore could go fuck himself with a broomstick.
He thanked the Fates for Rowena's knowledge. Nothing Atticus or Violet had found could help him hide his Vampyre traits, his blood cravings, or his new looks from people as magically powerful as Dumbledore and Lord Voldemort – who would be coming back by all accounts. With Rowena's help, they had weaved a second skin of sorts.
It was like clothing: when Ryder wore the 'skin', the runes it had been woven with made him look like a James Potter clone, and when the 'skin' was off, he looked like he normally did. Only people who knew he was wearing it could see it.
Lucius and Narcissa looked as immaculate as ever, in their finely woven robes made of the richest material known to human kind. Lucius' hair was tied back with a black ribbon, while Narcissa's hung free. Draco had taken to gelling his hair lately; no matter how many times Ryder stole his hair gel, Draco always found more. Lucius met Harry's eyes for a moment and gave the barest of nods before sneering in the Weasley's direction. Narcissa levitated Draco's trunk onto the train, into the compartment Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle had saved for them.
Ryder sighed as he dragged his trunk behind him, trying to lose the Weasley's so he could cast a weightless charm on it. How rude of Molly not to offer to help him! Or any of her children, for that matter.
Vince and Greg looked out of their compartment window as Harry walked past dragging the trunk along the floor. Draco took a seat, "what you looking at?"
"Hey Drake, where's your boyfriend?" Vince cooed and Draco smacked him.
"My fiancé is at Durmstrang as well you know Vincent." Draco crossed his arms over his chest. "What are you looking at?"
"Some boy," Greg said.
"I didn't know you swung that way." Draco laughed at the looks on their faces. Greg's Father wasn't the most open minded man, if Greg should ever decide to fancy the less-gentler sex Gerry Goyle would more than likely try to curse the thought out of his Son's mind. Draco shrugged in apology. "Who is he?"
"Don't know, but I feel like I know him from somewhere." Vince turned from the window and sat back down.
"I know how you feel," Draco huffed. "This boy, in Madam Malkins the other day, I swear I knew him. But he acted like he was a Mudblood, so I couldn't have right? I don't know any Mudbloods, but I think I know him. He smiled at me and I got the same feeling – you know the one?"
"Where your stomach drops?" Greg asked with a tilt of his head.
"No, that's fear, stupid!" Vince smacked him. "The one where you can't breath because you're afraid to break the moment?"
"Yeah that one," Draco grinned, before schooling his face into a neutral expression. "I got the same feeling when he smiled, that I get when Ryder smiles at me." He frowned and bit his bottom lips. "That's bad right?"
"Uh," Vince and Greg looked at each other and then at Draco. "Drake, you can't fancy a Mudblood!" Vince scoffed.
"Never mind that!" Greg added, "You can't cheat on Ryder!"
"I didn't mean to!" Draco sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I hate this! Why couldn't Father let me go to Durmstrang? It's probably because they have almost the same coloured eyes or something. The Mudblood reminds me of Ryder cause I miss him, right?"
"Must be," Vince offered with a tight smile.
"You'll see him at Christmas anyway!" Greg grinned.
All three expressions changed to indifference and boredom when the compartment door swung open and Pansy Parkinson ran in giggling with Blaise Zabini behind her. Now Blaise was straight, but there was never a boy born who should have been gay than Blaise. He giggled louder and Draco stared at his sexuality-challenged friend. "What?" the blond huffed.
"You haven't heard?" He said flicking his hair behind his ear. "Harry Potter is on the train!"
"We saw him!" Pansy shrieked, preening. "He was so cute, for a Half-Blood."
"Oh yeah, with the hair and those pouty lips that you just want to mhm-" Draco covered Blaise's mouth with his hand.
"That's enough." The unofficial leader ordered. He stood, and Vince and Greg followed him. "Come on, let's go see Potter for our selves." Blaise and Pansy took their seats and carried on gossiping over the dark haired boy.
"Try not to fancy Potter to eh?" Vince said with a laugh, "then you have a crush on a Mudblood, a Half-Blood and are engaged to a Pureblood."
"Covering all angles," Greg helped tease the blond boy who scowled but said nothing, intent on finding his idol.
He had been in awe of Potter for years. Ryder never showed much interest but he always answered any questions Draco had, or asked Rose if he didn't know the answer himself. Draco had asked one time, how Potter had survived the Killing Curse, and Rose and Ryder had traded looks before the boy answered his fiancé, "he didn't," and then they had laughed. Never once, had they tried to let Draco in on the joke. Nor had he ever got a straight answer. It would be tactless to ask Harry Potter himself, but maybe if they were friends Potter might say something. For once then, he might know more than Ryder, he thought with a grin.
They burst into a compartment with a black haired boy and a red head in it.
Ryder was dying slowly inside. It was the equivalent to having your appendix burst and leak a deadly poison throughout your body, killing your organ tissue bit by bit. He was seconds away from throwing himself out of the train window to get away from Ron Weasley when Draco and their other two friends entered. He bit his lip, hard, so he wouldn't cheer.
Ron didn't look too happy though; he sneered at Draco and glared at the two behind him. "Is it true?" Draco asked looking Harry over. "They're saying that Harry Potter is on the train. So it's you is it?" Ryder smirked mentally, it was probably Blaise giggling over him – the boy was such a queer, even if he didn't realize it.
"Yes, hello," Ryder said trying to sound shy.
Draco's eyes widened. It was the boy, the one who made his breath catch. He made a small whimpering noise. He could not develop a crush on Harry Potter: Ryder would never forgive him! What if Ryder left him because of Potter, what would Draco do then? Probably marry Pansy, he thought with a sigh. No, Draco decided, we'll be friends, and if not I'll hate him more than Father hates Dumbledore.
"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy," he grinned. He snarled at Weasley when the boy tried unsuccessfully to muffle a laugh. "Think my name's funny do you?"
No, no, it's so cute and sweet and totally suits you, oh I wish I could run my fingers through your hair and muse it up and kiss you when you're sulking. Ryder sighed.
"No need to ask your name. My Father told me all Weasley's are dirt poor, have freckles and more children than they can afford." He turned to face Harry, and the anger melted off his face. "You'll learn that some families are better than others. You don't want to make friends with the wrong sort, I can help you there."
Harry had to take a deep breath and pinch his thigh before he could force the words out. "I can tell the wrong sort for myself thanks," he ignored Draco's outstretched hand. The boy's pale face took on a light pink blush and his eyes watered slightly. Ryder sighed, he knew how much Draco wanted to meet Harry Potter – which was ironic seeing as they would get married in a few years – and he knew it hurt Draco to be rejected by people he really wanted to be liked by.
Draco fled the room, practically in tears, and Harry really wanted to go hug him. Ryder wanted to hug him, but instead he had to sit and listen to Ron Weasley laugh about how he was going to remember that until the day he died.
Draco ran into his compartment and threw himself onto the seat beside Blaise. "What happened?" The Italian asked.
"He rejected me! I got rejected by Harry Potter, for a FUCKING Weasley!" Draco shouted and kicked the floor.
"Why does it matter so much? Go back when Weasley isn't there and try again?" Pansy suggested.
"Yeah then he might get into Slytherin and I can share a dorm with him," Blaise squealed.
"You don't like boys!" Vince snorted.
"He could wear a dress?"
"HELLO, I'm having a crisis remember?" Draco wailed, musing his own hair up in his distress. "Rejected!" He turned to Vince and Greg, "that was the boy. From Madam Malkins, who smiled and reminded me of Ryder."
"Oh yeah," Blaise said before the others could say a word, "I forgot Ryder wasn't coming to Hogwarts. Do you miss your boyfriend Dwakey-wakey-poo?" He teased, laughing, and Draco managed to crack a smile before casting a silencing charm (that Ryder had taught him) on Blaise.
"I'll have to hate him," Draco decided.
He and Ryder hadn't done much more than hold hands or press their lips together for a few seconds at a time. Sometimes they shared a bed, fully dressed, and Ryder wrapped an arm around Draco's waist and pressed kisses to Draco's hair. The blond smiled and wished more than ever, that Ryder was there because he really wanted a hug right now.
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The Sorting Hat frowned. The boy beneath him was a very hard choice. On one hand, he would be a fabulous Slytherin and his fiancé was in that House to boot. On the other hand, Ravenclaw would be great for him, as the Host's Brother. But—
"Gryffindor, put me in Gryffindor," Harry said again.
"You could be great you know, and Slytherin could help you on your way to greatness!"
"I have already bought the Gryffindor robes." Harry growled.
"Come on, let me put you in Slytherin!" The stubborn Hat whined. They'd been at this for the past ten minutes and the rest of the Great Hall's occupants were wondering if Harry Potter was a) about to be sent back home cause he wasn't powerful enough to belong in any House or b) far too powerful to go in any of the Houses and instead would become a teacher.
"Not Slytherin!" Harry said, crossing his arms mentally and putting his foot down.
"Oh fine, but you better do something interesting this year." The Hat paused. "Like go to the third corridor! Go on… a Slytherin would!"
"Not Slytherin."
The Hat let out a puff of air, and seemed to roll its eyes. "Then I guess it must be…"
Home sweet home, Ryder thought, squinting so the red and gold decor wouldn't blind him too badly. Gryffindor common room left a lot to be desired in the colour scheme department. Ryder sighed; he'd have to remember to ask Rowena what the fuck Godric was thinking.
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As much as Draco tried to pretend he hated Harry Potter, he could never quite convince himself, or his Father. Both were sitting in the stands watching the first Quidditch match of the season. Severus Snape, resident Potions Master had taken one look at Harry Potter at the Welcoming Feast and despised him as a matter of principal. Lucius, who knew Harry was Ryder, was also finding it relatively hard to distinguish between the two boys. Ryder was doing a fabulous job of imitating a younger James Potter.
Severus wasn't really paying any attention to the match, if asked he wouldn't have been able to tell you who played apart from Potter. He was glaring holes into the child's head, or talking to Lucius while glaring holes into Potter's head, or watching Draco hand off the end of his seat as Potter took a dive or a hit of a bludger.
"What is with Draco, Lucius?" Severus asked sneering when the blond started biting his lip as a second bludger sped towards Potter's head.
"He seems to have developed an obsession, of sorts." The elder blond stroked the head of his snake cane and smiled slightly at his Son. "Every letter Narcissa and I have had home have been carefully coded epics about Potter's life. I had one that described for seven inches of parchment how Potter wore his hair." Severus snorted, and thought he'd have to give Harry Potter detention for corrupting his Godson somehow.
"Isn't Draco to marry Hammond?"
"Ryder? Yes, he is," Lucius almost laughed. Severus didn't seem to get on with Ryder either. Maybe it was the inherent Potter genes showing through and turned Snape away, but they could barely stand to be in the same room as each other. Not even Ryder's skill in a Potions lab could make Severus willingly spend time with him. Severus was far more taken with Rose, who he knew to be something special, although he was not sure what. Nor could he understand how she managed to beget a moron for a Brother. It was almost comical how Severus overlooked somebody's intelligence if he didn't like you.
"And it does not bother Hammond?" Lucius raised one eyebrow. "His fiancé is lusting after someone else."
"Lusting? Severus the boys are both 11! They hardly lust!" Lucius didn't laugh, but Severus knew he was amused. "They are young, let them have their fun."
"You did," Severus coughed to cover the comment. Lucius just huffed, ignoring the reference to his many affairs while in school, long before he married Narcissa.
The rest of the game passed in silence, till Potter's broom lost control and tried to buck him. Lucius had been sorely tempted to kick Professor Quirrell in the back of the head, but the stink of Dark Magic coming from the turban made him forget the idea. Hermione Granger, Harry's new bossy Mudblood friend, of course had to stick her nose in and set fire to Severus' robes. The idiot actually thought Snape would try and kill a student in a School he had working in for 15 years!
Fortunately the fire distracted Quirrell as well, and Harry Potter won the match for Gryffindor.
Not that Severus cared.
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Ryder grinned and danced around the front Hallway of Lestrange Manor laughing. He was home for Christmas.
Again, Rowena had come through for them. They were originally going to use the time turner, but of course Ryder would have to spend Christmas in Durmstrang so he couldn't be at Hogwarts too. Rowena had helped them make a golem, once she had gained Rose's permission to use so much of the young girl's latent magic.
A Harry Potter-look-a-like, which had been constructed of rune magic and grave dirt, was now walking around Hogwarts, which was empty for Christmas except for Ron Weasley and a few Hufflepuffs. Another added bonus was that to look like Harry, Ryder had to shed blood on the golem. The blood linked the two of them together, so anything the golem learnt, Ryder would know and remember as if he was there.
He turned the time turner back to the start of the year, and flooed to Durmstrang along with Rose as if he had never left for the Hogwarts Express. The girl gave him a weird smile: Rowena ensuring that Rose knew he wasn't meant to be there, but also making sure nothing bad happened because Ryder was seen. She pulled the boy to the Hall, and they sat with their other friends as Highmaster Karkaroff began the start of year speech. They were unusually late today.
Viktor Krum, youngest international Seeker at 15 years, was a close friend of the Hammonds. In fact, he was Rose's boyfriend at the moment. For an 11-year-old she went through boys quickly.
When the Hammond children had started the Institute in 1989 at age 8 in 3rd Year, Krum and his friends were already 12 or 13 years and only in 2nd Year. Although they spent most of that year getting settled in, or being introduced to people and the new classes. They began their actual work the next year, in 4th Year, and started their OWLs. Ryder had yet to receive his results, because as he and Rose weren't old enough they were not allowed to test with the other students. Karkaroff thought that was ridiculous, but as an ex-Death Eater, no one paid him any mind.
The Highmaster walked along the tables, heading straight for the English twins. Rose was leaning against the 14 year old boy's side, laughing at something Krum said. Viktor smiled at the girl. He knew that she had a soul mate that wasn't him, but he didn't think it was much of a chore to go out with her until she found her mate. If he was with her, he'd take care of her, other boys – he glared around the Hall – wouldn't be so nice.
Highmaster Karkaroff coughed and handed over two sheets of parchment. The twins took one each and thanked the teacher in Romanian – which he understood because Durmstrang was charmed to translate languages into one the person being spoken would understand. Although, there was no translation for English, as the Hammonds were the only English speaking students there.
So if someone said something in Bulgarian, it wouldn't sound like English to the twins, but Romanian or Gaelic.
Ryder took a mock bow when Viktor read his OWL scores over the younger boys shoulder. Viktor and his friends weren't doing their OWLs till the following year, the same time Ryder would be killing himself over his NEWTs.
Ryder Ravyn Hammond:
Defence Against the Dark Arts – O
Charms – E
Transfiguration – O / Animagus Training - O
Potions – O
History of Magic – A (Why try hard when Rowena has lived the answers?)
Divination – P (Ryder uses that lesson to nap in – no doubt it would be just as boring in Hogwarts).
Arithmancy – E
Ancient Runes – O
Dark Arts – O+
Rose lifted her head off of Viktor's shoulder and looked over her own scores before giving her Brother a high five. Rowena rolled her eyes. "I better find Salazar," she muttered under her breath so only Rose heard her, "because I refuse to go to school one more bloody time!"
Rose Robin Hammond:
Defence Against the Dark Arts – O
Charms – O
Transfiguration – O / Animagus Training - O
Potions – E
History of Magic – O+ (She had lived it already)
Divination – O+ (well, she was a Seer)
Ancient Runes – O
Dark Arts – O+
Care of Magical Creatures – A
"Very well done," Highmaster Karkaroff congratulated them both. "You are a credit to Durmstrang Institute," he clapped them both on the back and walked off muttering to himself. "And now, whose school is the better one Albus!" He laughed and the students beside him cringed away.
Unlike Hogwarts, where you were sorted by characteristics, Durmstrang sorted you based on an entrance exam. The people who scored between 100 and 75 percent were in Alpha House (followed by the Year number), those who scored between 74 and 50 percent were in Beta House (year number) and those who scored between 49 and 25 percent were in Gamma House. Anybody who scored 24 percent or less was turned away.
Both Ryder and Rose were in Alpha House 6, and they shared the Alpha 6 dorms with 5 other 6th Year students. The 16 years olds were Dmitri Bjorn, Agatha Akta, Imogene Turdsky, Bennie Kazak and Acanthi Onawa. As there was such an age difference – even more than with Viktor and his friends – they all didn't really speak much, they however did ask the Hammonds for help on their homework regularly. And sometimes, the older students got the 11-year-old's drunk on Firewhiskey.
Their Quidditch teams were different to Hogwarts as well. There was a team for each Year and one for the Teachers. That was 8 different Quidditch teams, where Hogwarts only had four: this meant the matches were closer together.
Ryder had played Seeker for the 4th and 5th Year teams over the last two years, but he dropped from the team at the start of his 6th year. He would miss too many matches while he was in Hogwarts. Rose, however, tried out and won his spot.
Time sped, until it was Christmas again – he had gone back using his time turner – and now he was going home, again. This was going to get very confusing, Ryder thought to himself.
"RYDER!" Someone screamed. That was as much warning as Ryder got before a blond blur knocked him off his feet. "I missed you so much. I really need a hug. Can I have a hug?"
He smiled and wrapped his arms tightly around the blond he had wished he could have held all term long. "Missed you too Dragon."
He pressed a kiss to the top of Draco's head, and the Malfoy adults smiled softly from the threshold before turning and following Atticus to their guestrooms. Suri and Sufi the House Elves took their trunks to their respective children's rooms before going back to making dinner with the other Elves.
"Missed you more than you could ever know," Ryder vowed. He was home.
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"You!" Harry called as Professor Quirrell turned around so his back was to the Mirror of Erised. "But you-" He started to protest before shaking his head. He had been a fool; how could he have believed Snape would risk Azkaban to kill the Son of a man he hated? It was ridiculous! Voldemort wouldn't have chosen him, ever. Quirrell though, was so obviously the best choice, because no one would have suspected him.
"Come here boy, and give me the Stone." Quirrell held his hand out and Harry walked slowly towards the Mirror.
The Harry-golem had seen Lily and James Potter in the Mirror. Ryder thought the Mirror must be rigged: he hadn't thought about the Potters since they died, why would he suddenly want them back? He had a family! Dumbledore really should learn to mind his own business.
It would have been nicer to see Draco in a wedding dress, but beggars can't be choosers!
The reflection placed his hand in Harry's trouser pocket and pulled out a roughly cut red gem, the size of a human heart, before putting it back in Harry's pocket. Ryder felt a weight against his leg and smirked. The reflection gave a mock bow and mouthed, "Ryder Hammond," before flashing a picture of a blond boy pouting because he was wearing an ivory white Muggle wedding dress, then the Mirror went blank.
He would have to show Draco that image, later, Ryder thought as he turned to face Professor Quirrell.
"What did you see?"
"You…" he smirked, "wearing a pink turban and a matching tutu! With frills!"
"The boy is lying," came a wheezing voice from behind Quirrell. The man began to mutter to himself, his words occasionally interrupted by the wheezing. "Let me speak to him."
"No Master, you are too weak!"
"Let me."
Ryder gasped and nearly jumped back as Voldemort's face appeared on the back of Quirrell's head. Rose was going to be disgusted, he thought, having to be soul mates with a leech! Rowena was going to be furious however. She'd insist Quirrell should have just given his whole body up, not just his head.
"Harry Potter," he wheezed, seeming to find it hard to breath. "Look at what you have done to me."
Don't say that, Ryder thought, I don't want Rowena mad at me.
"Give me the Stone, Potter."
The Stone Potter—
The Stone Pot—
The Stone—
"The Stone, Sir, what happened to it?" Ryder sat up in the hospital bed.
"It has been destroyed." Dumbledore told him as he recuperated in the Infirmary. Ryder frowned. "It was too dangerous to be left lying around. We were foolish, we should have destroyed it sooner."
"So Voldemort is-"
"Growing stronger, yes my boy, he is." Dumbledore sighed, and looked intently at Harry.
"That's too bad, Sir." He lay back down. "I'm tired," he said hoping the old man would get the hint and go away.
"Soon, he will be back more powerful and less saner than ever, and it will be up to us Harry, to defeat him once and for all."
Uh huh, yeah, sure, tell that to Rowena!
"We will be charged with protecting innocents Harry. I defeated Grindelward, and you have already brought Voldemort to his knees."
Well Rose did really, but who cares? Must I fight? Ryder rolled his eyes as Dumbledore continued to drone on. When he opened them next, it was dark and he must have really fallen asleep. He summoned the golem and left it in the bed, before turning back his time turner and flooing to Durmstrang – through Madam Pomfrey's office – to take his end of year exams.
This pretending to be Harry Potter thing was going to get him killed, Ryder decided as he greeted Highmaster Karkaroff.
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"Hello Mr and Mrs. Dursley. I will be here for one day only." Ryder had taken off his 'skin' and his hair was blacker, longer and straighter than it had been all year. His eyes were the colour of the Killing Curse again, rather than the same colour as Lily Evan's eyes, and his lips were fuller and redder while his skin was paler.
He moved up the stairs before the Muggles could get a word in. he lay down on the bed in Dudley's second bedroom and went to sleep.
In the morning, he greeted the Muggles coldly, and made himself toast which he ate in silence.
"I am leaving now." He shrunk his trunk and placed it in his pocket. A knock came at the door, and when Dudley Dursley – Harry's fat Cousin – opened the door, Jarvis the Butler bowed slightly. "You have my number Petunia. Ring me if any owls or letters arrive, or if someone is hanging around outside a lot."
Jarvis led Ryder to the Dodge Viper and opened the door for him. Closing the door behind his young Lord, Jarvis got into the drivers seat and started the car. Ryder slept for the journey home. As far as Draco knew, he was still in the Hospital Wing last night, not at the Muggle relatives of Harry Potter.
He had missed his love, and Draco hadn't even thanked him for the blond's birthday gift yet. He hated not being able to go to Draco's birthday get together – on the 5th June – because he was in Durmstrang at the time. But he and Draco could have a joint party later.
Ryder wriggled back into the leather seat. He was going to go home, relax, see his family, shop, taunt Mudbloods and not hear the name 'Harry bloody Potter' all summer.
Or at least he hoped so. Desperately.
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He, he, Draco has a crush on his fiancé and feels guilty for it.
The Weasleys are going to ruin Ryder's Harry-free-summer aren't they?
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