(A/N: Ok, well at the last minute I changed my mind on what this chapter is going to be about. It won't have much to do with Ron and his wife (Rebecca) because I thought about it and I don’t want to bring something into the story too early, but to make up for the disappointment I decided that I am going to move up the introduction some new characters. I was going to do that later but I decided to bring it up. So once again I hope you enjoy! Also I'm really sorry for the wait but I got lazy and as you can see this chapter is LONG lol so it took a minute. Not to mention I revised it like 85 billion times so like yeah enjoy.)
Chapter 7
"Draco wake up!" Harry said, opening the curtains to the window.
"Bloody Hell?" Draco said mid yawn, "What the hell are you doing, and why is that window open so damn wide?" He said, blocking his eyes from the sun.
"We have to get up, I have work and you have a busy day ahead of you." Harry said beginning to strip down on his way to the bathroom.
"What do you mean busy day?" Draco asked, curling himself back up into bed.
"You're going shopping with Lilla." Harry called from within the bathroom.
"Oh, does the poor little muggle girl need some company?"
"Draco! No Draco, I can't go with you because I have to deal with some stuff at work"
"What is this work you speak of? You're not doing one of those embarrassing muggle jobs are you—"
"AND she has as graciously offered to go with you, against her better judgment." Harry said above Draco.
"SURELY!" Draco shouted over the running water in the bathroom.
Harry looked at his watch. He was late, and after spewing a round of curses, began dashing around the room looking for all of his stuff.
"My scarf?!" He yelled rummaging through his trunk.
"On the bed." Draco said in a nonchalant tone, staring at him while leaning on the window.
"My glasses?!"
"Under the bed."
"MY JACKET?!"
"In the trunk, you really should try to be a little bit more organized."
"Easy for you for you to say, it's not like you have anything to be organized with." Harry said before kissing him on the lips, Now Lilla should be here any minute so I'm going to head out. Bye Love."
"Yep." Draco replied taking his wait off the windowsill.
"Draco look, I'm sorry we haven't had a lot of time together but I promise once everything is settled that will all change." Harry gave him one last kiss before heading out of the apartment.
Draco sighed as the warm water beat down on his bear body. He lathered himself up with soap and brushed his hands all along his body, purging it of all impurities. He stepped into the stream of water a bit to rinse the soap away.
"Once things settle down . . . right." Draco said aloud looking up at the white ceiling.
Draco was deep in thought about his current situation with Harry when the doorbell rang not once, not twice, not even three times. It kept ringing and ringing until finally Draco had to go and answer. Ignoring the bothersome noise was impossible.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Draco said in annoyance as he made his way to the door.
Draco opened the door hastily to reveal Lilla there with a beaming (obviously forced) smile on her face; which quickly faded at the sight of Draco, once again, naked and dripping wet.
"It's only your second day here, and I've already seen more of you then I ever thought necessary." She said walking past him into the apartment.
"Funny, I was just going to say the same thing." Draco said slamming the door, "Wait here I'm going to get some clothes. AND don't touch anything." He said as he went back towards the bathroom.
"Oh, I won' miser Drwaco" Lilla said in a baby voice, "I like what you've done with the place." She said walking around looking in every direction wondering how on earth Harry's run-down apartment went through such a dramatic change in such a short period of time, "It's aesthetically pleasing to say the least." She said picking up a book.
The book was hardcover and looked almost new. It was black and read Hogwarts: A History on it. She looked over her shoulder to make sure Draco was still in the bathroom and began to read the first page.
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was founded by four equally distinguished and praise worthy Wizards and Witches. Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, and Salazar Slytherin. Hogwarts has been regarded as one of the most prestigious wizarding schools for close to a millennium. After the tragic death of Albus Dumbledore the school has now been left to..."
"What the hell are you doing?" Draco said, pulling his gray sweater over his head.
"Nothing, are you ready yet?!" Lilla said quickly, turning to Draco and placing the book behind her.
Draco eyed her suspiciously for a minute before snorting arrogantly and heading out the door. Lilla placed the book back on the bookshelf and quickly followed after him. She looked back at it for a second before dismissing any thoughts of the unnatural and closed the door.
"So I take it Harry explained to you what we are doing today?" She said coming to a halt at the bus stop.
"Aren't we shopping or something of the sort?" Draco said searching around in the sky trying to avoid looking at her.
"Yeah." There was a tense awkward silence that was broken by a random cough from one of the other people waiting at the bus stop, "Ok look I don't like you and you don't like me—"
"Here comes the bus." Draco interrupted pointing down the street.
Lilla, angrily, flagged down a large, red, double-decker bus and they both boarded. The walked down the small aisle single file (occasionally squeezing past a few bystanders) till they came to a seat all the way in the back.
"So what do you do for a living?" Lilla asked as they sat down.
"What any other human being does." Draco said nonchalantly, "What it takes to get by."
"Just out of curiosity." Lilla began sarcastically, "What would that be?"
"I don't think that is any of your business."
"Fine." There was another silence, "So where do you come from? Are you a foreigner?"
"You could say that."
"Oh, ok." Once again another silence.
"Harry, you owe me big time, bastard!" Lilla thought as the bus hit a bump and rocked all the passengers a bit.
Harry walked into the office in a hurried mess. His morning had already started off bad. First he had spilled coffee on his white oxford, which left a large brown stain going down his stomach. A bird had picked today of all days to shit on his shoes and his glasses were cracked (There is no need to go into detail on what had happened. Just know it involved a cat, a truck, and Harry's face connecting with the ground).
Harry came to his cubicle where he sighed at the amount of paper work that had accumulated on his desk(in only a couple of days at that)when a familiar voice called to him from behind.
"Yes, Ms. Goontz?" Harry said freezing as the butterflies began to build in his stomach.
"Mr. Potter, as you can probably guess I am very curious as to where you have been for the past hmm? How many was it, three days?" She spat.
"Well...um there is a perfectly good explanation for that---" Harry began turning towards her.
"I'm sure. MY OFFICE NOW!" She roared, turning on her heels and clicking them over zealously down the isle of cubicles towards her office where she slammed the door.
Harry sighed heavily again setting his coffee down on a lopsided stack of papers. After running his hands vigorously through his hair, as if to fix it, he made his way to her office, the coffee on that stack of papers fell just as he left.
"Oh excuse me." Harry said bumping into a janitor who was waiting outside Ms. Gootnz office. The man didn't say anything, he just nodded and went past Harry back down the row of cubicles.
Harry stared after the man for a minute before dryly swallowing and entering her office.
"Yes Ms. Goontz." Harry said as he closed her office door behind him.
"Take a seat Harry." She said her large leather chair turned away from him.
Harry took a seat and his eyes began to wander. Glass and metal met his eyes wherever they went and the color scheme of the room truly reflected who Harry knew her to be; besides a little black and white there was no color. Harry's head quickly pivoted to face her as she turned around in her chair.
"First off, showing up to a place of work doused in coffee is no way to impress your boss."
"Well you see Ma'am there is a perfectly good explana—"
"Did I ask you to speak!" She said, slamming her hand down on the black desk.
"No." Harry said quietly.
She cleared her throat and stood up from her chair before she continued, "I take it you know why I have asked you to see me, correct." She said pacing around the room, her hands behind her large back.
"Um...well...yes." Harry said twiddling with his thumbs.
"Three days. Three days you haven't been to work why I—"
"It was two Ma'am." Harry interrupted, his hand limply in the air as if he were in grade school.
Ms. Goontz shot him a condescending look and Harry slowly put his hand down.
"Three days," She began again, obviously ignoring Harry's correction, "And then you come in, in the wrong attire and you also have the nerve to show me attitude. What do you have to say for yourself?"
"It's just one of those days..." Harry said dryly.
"Yes, I'm sure well I am sorry Mr. Potter but I'm going to have to let you go." Said abruptly.
"What?!" Harry said jumping to his feet and turning to face her.
"You leave me no choice."
"But I—"
"Please go and clean out your desk Mr. Potter." She said flatly, going back to her own and straightening some papers.
"But you won't let me---"
"Goodday Mr. Potter!" she said glaring at him.
Harry glared back at her for a moment before turning on his heels and slamming the door. Harry stormed down the isle of cubicles with clenched fists, his face flushed with anger, not noticing the same janitor whom was standing by the door looking after Harry as he sped down the isle. He came to his cubicle and began stuffing papers and pictures and office supplies into a medium sized cardboard box.
"Coming, coming!" Mrs. Florence called making her way out of the kitchen.
"Violet who the hell is that at the door?" Mr. Florence yelled from his armchair, the TV buzzing in the background.
"Well I'm sure you would know if you made a conscious effort to get out of that damned chair once in awhile." She replied now coming up to the door, "Harry dear, come in, come in! You're soaking wet!" She said, allowing him inside, out of the pouring rain.
"Some weather huh?" Lilla said with a smile as her and Draco walked down the crowded street under an umbrella.
"Yeah, hey how much longer. I'm tired of wal—"
"Let's start here!" She said grabbing hold of his hand and scurrying into a store with a large glass door trimmed in gold.
Draco and Lilla stepped in and it was evident it was a lot roomier then it looked from the outside. Lilla closed the umbrella and placed it in a tin basin standing by the door. Tables, shelves, and racks were littered with clothes of every color and style; Draco didn't really know where to start.
"So..." Lilla said stepping back and giving him a once over, "Maybe we should start with pants?"
"Sure, whatever." Draco said going over to a table with numerous long sleeved shirts.
"You pick them well Harry, you pick them well." Lilla said under her breath as she made her way towards Draco.
"I like this one." She said holding up a black, fitted, v-neck sweater.
"That's nice." Draco said flatly not even looking at it.
"Well...how about—"
"I found some." Draco interrupted; several shirts sprawled across his arm.
Before Lilla could even begin to say anything he quickly made his way to the dressing room.
"Oh Lilla I'm sure he doesn't hate you, yeah right." Lilla said folding her arms and making her way towards Draco.
"Sorry if I caught you at a bad time—" Harry started.
"No dear, never so what is on your mind?" Mrs. Florence said cutting to the chase.
"Not one for small talk huh?"
"Never was." She said setting a cup of tea in front of Harry.
"Yes," Harry took a sip of tea, "Well I was fired today."
"Oh Harry—"
"It's not my fault! That old cunt just doesn't like me."
"That may be true, but she still she can't fire you for no reason, what did you do?"
"Well I was late to work today but it wasn't my fault."
"And..."
"Well...I skipped for two days—" Harry tried to get out in one breath.
"Harry! What were you thinking dear?"
"Well...something came up."
"And what exactly would this something be?"
"Well maybe not a something, but a someone." Harry felt the warmth rise in his cheeks.
"Who Harry, who's the lucky bloke?"
"Well his name is Draco, he's the one I told you about before."
"Oh yes, that one, well I take it everything is fine now."
"As fine as it can get with all that we have been through."
"Harry, you never told me how exactly—" Mrs. Florence was cut off by a shrill ringing that made Harry jump a little.
Harry fumbled through his coat mumbling the faintest apologizes till he found the culprit; his cell phone.
"Hello?" Harry answered with a hint of gratitude in his voice.
"Harry?!" Draco asked on the other line.
"Draco! How, when, where did you get a cell phone?" Harry asked a little astonished.
"Oh, is this that what this muggle contraption is called? That girl you set me up on a little play date with pressed some buttons and gave it to me. As if I know how to—"
"Draco, Draco I understand. Put Lilla on the phone."
"Alright (Here he wants to talk to you, for what I'm not sure. It isn't as if you could carry on a decent—)"
"Harry!?" Lilla said in a agitated tone.
"Lilla what is it?"
"I can't do this anymore. I'm a second away from breaking my bloody foot off in this gits—"
"Yeah, he has that affect on people." Harry said awkwardly smiling at Mrs. Florence with red tinted cheeks.
"Well we're going to be back at the apartment soon—(Soon, if this bus goes any slower we'll be lucky to make it there before you learn how to piece together a coherent sentence)—So hurry up with your business and meet us there. (Hey why do you people always sit in the back?) What do you mean 'YOU PEOPLE!'—"
"Ok Lilla." Harry said over her yelling (which consisted of a healthy dosage of cursing directed towards Draco.), "Mrs. Florence I'm sorry but I—"
"It's ok dear, go on." She said waving her hand in the air with a smile.
Harry thanked her silently and then left the kitchen and out the front door. He mounted his bike and belted down the cobble stone path.
Harry was half way down the hallway leading to his apartment when he began to hear Lilla and Draco yelling at the top of there lungs things one wouldn't find suitable for daytime television. Harry fumbled with his keys to get the door open and when he did—well—
"You arrogant piece of shit how dare you criticize my fashion sense?!" Lilla bellowed standing atop Harry's bed.
"Everything you bought is positively unwearable. I'm a twenty-two year old man not a prepubescent girl wishing she had the biggest boobs in her bloody class?!"
"What do you mean!?" She said jumping down from the bed and separating a shirt from the many on the floor and clutching it in her fist, "There are people who would kill for the chance to wear something like this!"
"If you're a twelve-year old girl!"
"These!" Lilla said grabbing hold of her breast harshly, "DO NOT BELONG TO A NAIVE TWELVE YEAR OLD GIRL!" She said, shaking them up and down with ever word she said. (Harry's face turned red at this)
"Umm...Lilla...Draco...?" Harry said being drowned out by their yelling, "Lilla...Draco..?" Harry said a little louder, but in vain for he was still being drowned out, "LILLA, DRACO !" Harry yelled getting fed up with being ignored.
Lilla and Draco stopped yelling and looked at him astonished. Harry breathed in heavily for a second until the red in his cheeks disbursed.
"What is going on?" Harry asked in a much calmer voice.
"What does it look like?1" Lilla said harshly plopping down on Harry's bed crossing her arms and legs, "This boy—"
"I am not a boy!" Draco corrected; insulted.
"Oh I'm sorry, this animal here decided it would be a good idea to throw all the clothes I so graciously bought for him all around your lovely apartment."
"You Lying shrew! That isn't even the half of it! Mrs. Hitler over her decided it would be a good idea to dictate every little thing that went on. She picked out everything and didn't want to hear a word of what I had to say."
"That is a lie!" Lilla said raising to her fee, her heels clicking on the floor sharply.
"Oh really?", Draco said bending down and picking up a wool sweater off the ground, "What is this?!"
"A sweater, a perfectly good sweater at that!"
"Perfect?! Have you gone blind?! There is nothing perfect about this sweater!"
"Are you fucking kidding me, if that is not the biggest piece of bullshit I've heard in a long time! You know you have a lot of nerve—"
"No you have a lot of nerve!" Draco said throwing the sweater in her face, "You bitch!"
"You bastard!" She said throwing the sweater back in his face.
"STOP IT!" Harry yelled again, "Let me get this straight you're fighting over a bloody sweater!?"
Lilla and Draco looked at Harry, then at each other, then at the sweater, and back at Harry, "...Yes" They said as if they were perfectly dignified in waging a war over a piece of clothing.
Harry's face began to turn a deeper crimson then before, "Harry are you ok?" Lilla asked.
"Ok?...Ok?!...OK?! I get to work late, ruin a perfectly good shirt (he opens his jacket to show the large coffee stain), get fired from my job and come home to find my boyfriend and my best friend fighting over a piece of clothing, " Harry walks over towards them and snatches the sweater, "That isn't even that impressive."
"HEY! I spent a lot on that sweater!" Lilla said.
Harry groaned heavily and threw the sweater in Draco's face before pushing through them and making his way towards the bathroom. Draco removed the sweater from his face and looked after him with Lilla. They both flinched as the door slammed.
"...I told you it was a ugly sweater..." Draco said under his breath.
"Harry I said I was sorry." Lilla pleaded as she followed closely after Harry down the sidewalk.
"Yeah, yeah sure." Harry said sticking his hands in his coat pockets to protect them from the cold night air.
"Harry, come on, " Draco said in an annoyed voice, "Look, " He said grabbing Lilla's shoulder, " We're friends now!"
Harry stopped walking and turned around to see Draco with his arm over Lilla's shoulder and them both smiling, no, beaming with their thumbs up. Harry looked at them for a moment before sighing, rolling his eyes, and continuing down the sidewalk. As soon as he turned around Lilla and Draco jumped from each other's grasp as if they had some incurable disease.
"Harry—"
"Look Lilla, Draco, I'm not looking for you two to be best friends. You are both big parts of my life and I don't know what I would do without either of you. So please don't make me choose between you. I don't ask that you become best friends, all I want is for you to get along. Can you please do that for me, please?" Harry turned around on his last word.
Lilla and Draco looked at each other again and then at Harry.
"Ok ,fine." Lilla said with a heavy sigh.
Draco just stood there and looked up at the sky as if nothing had happened whistling innocently. Lilla elbowed him in the ribs, "OW! Fine whatever I'll...make nice with it."
They walked into the club and Harry was immediately taken aback.
"It's a gay club?" Draco said taking the words out of Harry's mouth.
"Well yeah, I just thought you guys would be more...comfortable here." Lilla said draping her arms on their shoulders.
"Well what are you going to do?" Harry said to Lilla, but his eyes were transfixed on the mass of male bodies pressing and rubbing against each other in the flashy multitude of colored lights streaming through the dark room.
"What do you mean?"
"Well...they're—"
"Everyone here is a queer, including us so how are you going to get off?" Draco said cutting Harry off and being as blunt as humanly possible.
"Oh, well I didn't really think about that. There has to be a sexually confused bisexual lurking around somewhere wondering wether he should take Raoul up on the drink he offered."
"Oh wow Lilla—" Harry began.
"Well I'm off, prohibition is a thing of the past and this sista has a date with a tall glass of grey goose." And with that she departed from them into the mass of males with her hands up in the air doing a sort of dance.
"Well do you wanna dance?" Harry asked yelling over the music.
"I'm not much of a dancer." Draco said flatly looking around with a slight scowl on his face.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked latching onto Draco's arm.
"Nothing, just a little uncomfortable."
"Why?"
"I've never been to a nightclub or whatever they're called." Draco said almost embarrassed.
"Well...um...me either but we can still try to the make the most of it. This song sounds good why don't we—"
"I'm gonna go and get a drink do you want anything?" Draco said interrupting.
"Oh—er—no..." Harry said taken aback.
Just as Lilla did, Draco then made his way towards the bar through the crowd of sweaty men. Harry was left there alone and just as he was about to make his way to the bar he felt someone grab his shoulder. Harry turned around and was instantly awe stricken.
"Hey stranger!" A shirtless Ryan said with a large smile.
Harry, unable to speak at the moment, just stared blankly at the slim, slightly muscular body of the one of whom he was recently his rebound..
"Well aren't you gonna say hi?"He said waving his hand in Harry's face.
"Oh...um...yes...YES.. HI I'M SORRY!" Harry said hitting himself in the head.
"Yeah," Ryan laughed a little, "So...it's been awhile. How you been?"
"Good."
"What?!" Ryan yelled over the music.
"GOOD?!" Harry yelled.
"Oh, that's nice. Hey wanna dance?" Ryan asked running his hands backwards through his long cinnamon locks.
"Um, I don't dance." Harry said point blank, obviously lying...somewhat.
"Come on! I'll teach you." Ryan said.
"Well uh—" but before Harry could answer Ryan grabbed hold of him by the hand and led him into the crowd of men.
Ryan and Harry made their way through the people until Ryan stopped in a small gap within the herd of testosterone. The lights were all different colors and were reflecting off the surfaces of all the sweat ridden bodies that were gyrating and thrusting around him.
"This is perfect." Ryan said beginning to dance.
He held his hands high in the air and moved with the music. His motions were graceful but almost tribal. His body, floating on air, cutting though the thick smog of lust and tobacco refracting the light off of his sweat-covered body. Harry couldn't help but to stare.
Ryan opened his eyes and smiled, "Well aren't you gonna dance?" He asked Harry.
"I told you I don't dance." Harry said, almost protesting.
"Non-sense!" He yelled over the music and grabbed Harry's waist; pulling it close to his, "Now just follow me."
He began to rock back and fourth gently in time with the music. Each time Ryan would brush against him he could feel his member twitching and he let out a inaudible whimper.
"See, it's not that hard." Ryan said with a grin, "You're not to bad for someone who can't dance."
"Yeah...so do come here often—"Harry said trying to make conversation.
"Shhh...don't talk." Ryan said as he came even closer to Harry, their faces inches apart.
"Um—er—I shouldn't—" Harry tried to explain but Ryan put his finger up to his lips, "Listen." Ryan said into Harry's ear.
As if unable to refuse, Harry closed his eyes and began to listen to the sounds around him. They were in layers, the people, random, miscellaneous noises, and then the music. Layer by layer he pulled away at the sounds until all that was left was this deafening bass pounding throughout his body. He could feel it coming up from his feet to his head. He wrapped his arms around Ryan's neck and brought him even close. He grabbed hold of cinnamon locks, his eyes still closed, the lights jetting across his ivory lids form different shapes and colors in the darkness of his closed portals. Then he felt someone press their lips against his and he graciously complied and pressed against the opposing lips with just as much force. In is mind he saw Draco and himself, alone on the dance floor ebbing at each other like the sea to a boat. Fighting for dominance as they always had done in the past. Exploring each other's bodies. He could feel warm hands caressing his lean body beneath his shirt. His swollen lips connected with the flesh of the neck, sucking and nibbling in an animalistic fashion. He felt someone's hands clutch at his arse and he moaned into the kiss. He was hypnotized. The music had taken him to another place. A place of lustful rapture. A place of endless fields of sex and passion. A place...he knew he shouldn't have been. His eyes snapped open and he separated himself from Ryan's person.
"What is it?" Ryan said astonished.
"I'll tell you." Draco said from behind him. As Ryan turned around Draco gave him a right hook across the face and Ryan fell to the ground, "On second thought I'll just let you sleep on it."
"Draco...I..."
"You what Harry, what?!" Draco said infuriated, walking towards Harry.
"I...I'm sorry. I don't know what happened, something came over me I just—"
"Just made a big mistake!" Draco said cutting him off.
"Draco!" Harry called out to him as he shoved past him and made his way towards the exit.
Harry tried to follow him but the mass of people enshrouded Draco and soon he was out of sight. Harry looked behind him and Ryan too was gone. He made his way off of the dance floor and went towards the bar where Lilla was, whom was on her sixth drink.
"Lilla—"
"Harry, I don't know what is wrong. Not one guy here asked for my number." She said downing in her small glass of hard liquor.
"Lilla but it's—"
"A gay club I know, but look at me. LOOK AT ME! I am fucking gorgeous even the gayest man should at least get a bloody boner I mean for the love of God—"
"Lilla we have to get out of here Draco just saw me and Ryan and—"
"He what!?" Lilla said standing up and suddenly becoming sober, "How the hell could you let that happen!"
"I don't know I just—"
"Oh come on Harry this is no time for small talk, we have to go get him!" She said grabbing hold of his hand and dragging him towards the exit.
"That's what I've been trying to tell you!" Harry said as the left.
"Where the hell could he be?!" Lilla said, clutching her coat closed and walking fiercely against the pavement, "It's his first time in London and he just left the club so he shouldn't have gotten that far."
"I just hope he's—"
But Harry's comment was halted by a large explosion that burst up from an alley that was just in front of them. He and Lilla shielded themselves from the blast and looked to see Draco on the street his clothes charred and he looked injured.
"DRACO!" Harry screamed about to dash to him before Lilla grabbed hold of his arm.
Harry then saw a man dressed in all black with half a cracked grey mask on, wand in hand. The man looked at Harry and he could see half the man's smile through his mask. The wizard pointed his wand at Draco's head and chuckled.
"Aveda Ka----"
"EXPELLIARMUS!" A jet of white light shot right past Harry's head and blew the masked wizard's wand out of his hand.
Harry looked behind him and there were two men. One who had his hand out stretched in front of him, a lethal expression on his face and the other with a grin.
"Just in time if I do say so myself." The taller man said in a Irish accent. His hair was jet black like Harry's but was slight shorter and spiked up. He had cobalt blue eyes and an ivory complection.
"Precisely." said the other man who's hand was out stretched. He had a Spanish accent. His skin was tan and his hair long, brown, and wavy(not curly wavy). His eyes were burning holes into the opposing wizard and only shifted once to take a glance over at Lilla who was at the moment befuddled.
"Who—" Harry began.
"Sorry mate, can we talk later. There's bit of business here to take care of. Well, Gus will you proceed?"
"Gladly." And the he jumped up into the air over all of them.
He landed about several meters away from the man and they circled each other for a moment. Then the man stuck out his hand and his wand flew back to him.
"Stupefy!" Screamed the masked wizard and a stream of red light spurt from his wand.
"Protego!" Gus yelled sticking up his right forearm.
A shield of blue light appeared in front of his forearm as the Stupefy spell made contact and was nullified. Gus ran towards the death eater with unimaginable speed dodging spell after spell till he came right in the man's face. He took his hand and pushed it against his face and brought the man down to the ground breaking the pavement under them. The wizard took his hand and threw Gus off of his person and into a near by brick wall. He got up off the ground, wand in hand, and made his way towards him. Gus struggled to his knees and was breathing hard. The other wizard laughed and pointed his wand at his head.
Harry tried to get over and help him but the other man stretched out his hand and stopped him.
"Don't worry, this is nothing. Let him take care of it." The man said with a slight grin.
"The Ministry is getting desperate, never send a boy to do a man's job." Said the masked wizard.
"My sentiments exactly." Gus said, clenching his teeth. A spiral of flame appeared around his right arm and whipped his arm through the air sending the flames at the masked wizard. The wizard screamed out in pain, clutching has left arm which was badly burned now. Gus got up and made his way to the wizard his hand out stretched towards him. Before he could grab the man he melted into the ground beneath them and escaped.
"Well, I guess he–uh—how you say— got away." Gus said running his hands through his hair and making his way towards them.
"Good Job Gus!" said the taller Irish man with his hand in the air for a high five.
"It's Augustin, Alex." He corrected ignoring the man's hand.
"Draco!" Harry said making his way towards him, "You're hurt."
"No fucking way Potter!" Draco said yanking himself out of Harry's grasp.
"Draco..." Harry began but a lump found it's way into his throat and he couldn't speak.
"Pleased to meet you Senorita. Me llama—I mean—my name is Augustin Alejandro Jose Fuertez." the Spanish boy, who couldn't have been more then nineteen, said bending over and kissing Lilla's hand.
"Gus—I mean—Augustin always the romantic. Well then." Alex said going over to Harry and Draco, help Draco up off of the ground, "You don't look to good mate."
"You think?" Draco said rolling his eyes, leaning against the man unable to stand.
"I think we should go." Augustin said looking up the street noticing bright red and blue lights flashing and the sound of sirens drawing nearer.
"I think you may have a point." Alex said with a chuckle.
"Lilla are you ok?" Harry said going over to her, noticing she wasn't looking to good.
"You," she said pointing to Augustin, "You...and the other guy...and Draco...and Harry...and the fire...and the lights...and..."
"Lilla!?" Harry exclaimed as she fainted.
(A/N: Please forgive any errors, but I wanted to get this chapter up because it has been way too long of a wait)