RLFG: YAY new chapter up! Sorry it took so long, it’s been finished but my internet it broken!

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Harry banged his head against the wall in his room in extreme boredom. Uncle Vernon had ordered him to stay in his room until his birthday when he would be moving out. At least he had that to look forward to! Aunt Petunia shoved a plate of something through the kitty-door for Harry. He looked at it distastefully and pushed it away. He was going to starve himself at this rate! When he handed it back Aunt Petunia muttered something or another about him being an ungrateful and the said something foul about ‘his kind’. He rolled his eyes and went back to banging his head. Hedwig stirred in her cage distastefully. She didn’t like Harry banging his head against the wall, it made her restless. He sighed and stopped.

“Sorry, Hedwig…” he muttered. He could hear the television and the radio playing downstairs where his Aunt and Uncle were. Dudley, who was bigger and dumber than ever, was bound to be out with his gang, pounding on more little kids. Harry stared out the window, hoping for some sort of entertainment when he saw an owl. It was Pidwidgeon. He grinned and took a note and a box full of pies from Mrs. Weasley from it. Ron had been asking him how his summer was going and that he’d started a count down the moment he got home of how many days till Harry’s birthday when he would move out. He grinned and wrote back to Ron and thanked the Weasley’s for the pies. He sent Pidwidgeon, who had been fluttering about his room entergetically, back with the letter. No sooner was the tiny owl off than a larger, eagle owl came into view. Harry blinked. “Who’s owl is that?” he wondered.

It landed on his windowsill and pecked at the glass on the window. Harry reopened the window to allow it in, taking the letter and a box. The owl drank some of Hedwig’s water, who hooted in disapproval which caused Mr. Vernon to shout about the ‘bloody bird’, and it, too was off. Harry opened up the roll of parchment curiously and his face grew red. It was very hot in the room, was the temperature rising even more outside?

Hey Potter,

I got bored so I thought I’d drop you a line…or however you Muggle-loving folk say it. Anyway, I was just wondering how your summer was going so far? Are you allowed to leave your house, yet? Ha! Muggles are pathetic, if you were smart you’d hex them and leave; too bad you’re not. Anyway, things are alright over here, I suppose. Everything is going smoothly with Maybelle and her family, if I was straight, I would love her, you know but I suppose I’ll grow to seeing as we’re going to be married in two months.

So, your birthday is coming up in a few days, is it not? Well, I figured it was only polite to send you a gift seeing as it would almost automatically force you to have to send me one on my birthday… Anyway, I need to hire a house elf before I go insane, I hate cleaning!

Magically yours

Draco Malfoy

“Wonder if the yours is bolded on purpose…” Harry muttered to himself sarcastically. “He’s still messing with me!” he mumbled, opening the box. It was a what looked like a make-shift wooden bead bracelet that was enchanted to say different things such as: Potter Stinks!

Pulling a piece of parchment from his trunk and scribbling down a reply.

Hello Malfoy,

Thanks for curing my boredom for about two seconds with an empty letter and a bracelet, I appreciate it. (Not!) My summer is going great they’ve locked me up in my room till I can move out since the moment I’ve gotten home and all they feed me is inedible junk so I’m practically starved. It’s wonderful. You know, Maybelle will be really upset with you if you don’t tell her, soon. If you hire a house elf, don’t tell Hermione--then again, I don’t know why you’d talk to her in the first place since you hate her; wait, you hate me, too, though--You make no sense, Draco.

Thanks for the letter,

Harry

P.S. I move out on my birthday—that’s July 31st, by the way. Maybe I’ll see you around.

He tied the letter onto Hedwig’s leg and set her free into the sky. The neighbors were going to have a field day, wondering what Harry was up to! He sighed, laying back onto his bed and skimming over Draco’s letter while eating part of a mince meat pie. What in Merlin’s beard could he mean by yours? Surely he wasn’t implying-…Harry couldn’t even eat after thinking about that. He wasn’t sure whether or not he was okay with something like that…Hermione had kindly pointed things out to him just a few weeks before, though…He sighed. “Maybe I should get some rest…” he told himself firmly. He hid the pies under the floorboard and crawled into bed. The sky was growing dark before he fell asleep, Aunt Petunia’s dinner was slipped through and left untouched.

The blonde smirked at Harry mischievously and held out his hand. Harry blinked and took it, he was pulled into a tight embrace, the blonde, who was only a bit taller, looked at Harry keen with interest. Harry grinned and stared back, they were so close that their breath mingled. They were close, yet Harry could feel the loose, un-slicked locks of Draco’s now long hair (long enough to fit into a long ponytail like Bill’s), tickling his face. They were closer, closer…closer still…their lips were brushing, they were going to kiss when.

“Dur-ay-co!” called a soothing, beautiful, French voice. A girl of seventeen with a slender, well filled out body came into view. Her smile dazzled in the moonlight and her eyes were a glowing baby-blue; Harry could’ve sworn she was part veela. Suddenly, Harry felt cold as he was now watching Draco and the girl flirt and finally, what he dreaded, kiss.

Harry lurched awake in his bed, sitting upright. He felt his face, it was wet with tears. “What’s wrong with me?” he muttered. He would not admit Hermione was right. If he did, that would make him gay. “I-am-NOT!” he told himself firmly as he lay back down and closed his eyes. His head was buzzing with thoughts of the dream and he felt disturbed by this. “Dammit…who am I kidding?” he muttered, sulkishly. “Fucking Maybelle…I bet that’s what he’s doing to her right now!” he said distastefully. He sighed, opening his eyes and staring out the window. Without his glasses everything was blurrier and somehow more beautiful. He could’ve sworn he’d seen something with the same shade of hair as Draco whiz by the window. “Probably just an owl or something…” he told himself. But if it was an owl, it wasn’t for him. Probably for Mrs. Figg he guessed.

He wiped his eyes on his undershirt and lay back down, closing his eyes, again. A soft rapping came at the window, he blinked, turning to face it, he opened it up and glanced around, he finally looked below where a blonde was hovering casually on his broomstick. He flew a bit higher, capturing Harry’s lips with his own, delicately. Harry’s face was hot and he allowed the blonde inside his room a bit confused. “Wha—why?” he stammered, he wished his cheeks would stop burning.

The blonde smirked at him and didn’t answer; instead he pulled him close and into another kiss, a much deeper kiss this time. Harry tangled a hand in the blonde’s hair; the other wandered his torso. Draco did the same as Harry. The situation grew steadily more heated after Draco stopped kissing Harry’s mouth and began kissing his neck and nipping at his shoulder.

Harry jolted upright into a sitting position. It was just a dream, Harry, calm down. He told himself as he could feel himself breathing heavily. He kicked off his blanket sleeping with just the sheet, it was too hot. He couldn’t sleep after that, instead his head buzzed with thoughts of Draco, this was bad…

In the morning, another owl came to call. It was bearing a gift and a letter from Hermione, another came from Fleur Delaceur and Bill, they were sending him sweets, and one from Hagrid, a box of rock cakes, he tossed those, of course.

Harry sighed, glancing at his calendar, Only one more day! He told himself; apparently the Dursley’s were telling themselves that, too; for they seemed to be in great cheer. Aunt Petunia even forgot to feed him all together on the last day.

The clock stroked midnight at last and there was a large cheer throughout the house. Harry rolled his eyes as he finished packing his trunk and took all of his possessions that he had with him and headed out. Hedwig was a bit restless.

“It’s okay, Hedwig, we’re going to the Burrow for a day or so.” He told her firmly. As he got to the end of the street a bus clattered forward and stopped immediately in front of him. Stan stepped off the bus and grinned at him.

“Good to see you ‘Arry! Been awhile, eh? ‘anit, Ernie?” Ernie grunted. Stan jumped off the bus and hoisted Harry’s trunk inside.

“Thanks…” he said stepping onto the bus was once again, decorated with many beds just as it had been the first time Harry’d ridden it. Harry laid down in one.

“Where to, ‘en, ‘Arry?” Stan asked him.

“I don’t know…an inn in Diagon Alley near the Leaky Cauldron…” he replied, shrugging. Stan nodded. They headed off with a BANG!.

It was mid-morning by the time Harry pulled up to the inn near The Leaky Cauldron and he headed inside gratefully, he’d maybe be able to catch a quick nap before meeting Draco. He got himself a room, he’d go to the Burrow tomorrow when he wasn’t so tired, and put his things in it then, glanced at the clock with twelve hands that hung on the wall; he never did understand how to read them. “So, I’m guessing it’s about—eleven, then?” he asked himself aloud. He looked at the bit of parchment that was crammed into the small package that had held his gift from Draco. “Meet him at noon at – Skalioli’s: Robes and Fashion? Is that place new or something?” he wondered. As he hurried down Diagon Alley fifty-five minutes later, he discovered that he was right, it was indeed new. He stepped inside to see a trendy looking wizarding shop, an enchanted music player let a famous wizarding band that sounded much like the Muggle’s famous Blink-182 called: Wink-281, was playing throughout the shop. A portion of the song went:

Like magic: you have me!

Forever and after!

Like curses: You kill meee;

Forever and after!

“Welcome, welcome!” chimed a bubbly tall witch with long dress-like orange robes with gold dangly jewelry and a necklace long enough to wrap around her neck and still let it dangle. She had silky, bright, and bouncy shoulder-length very dark brunette hair. She gasped enthusiastically when she caught sight of Harry, “Are you—‘The Boy Who Lived’--, Harry Potter?” she asked wide eyed. Harry nodded and she clasped her hands in front of her mouth and let out a muffled squeal of delight. “My, my! Harry Potter in my shop! Such an honor! I shall have to give you a discount! Yes, I think half off anything in the shop will do and a free beverage from the pub in the back, as well!” she said ecstatically.

Harry stood awkwardly, slightly amused but more so embarrassed. “That’ll do, Anita…” Draco said placing a hand on her shoulder “Potter is with me.” He told her.

“I’ll set up your table personally right away!” she offered. She gave Harry a last glance and squealed: “Harry Potter in my shop!” to herself as she hurried off to prepare a table.

Harry and Draco stared at each other for a few moments before Harry cracked a smile and both chuckled. “She’s—erm…a bit different, eh?”

“Oh, Anita? She’s really funny.” Draco drawled. “Not too terrible.” He said.

“Ah…” Harry replied awkwardly.

Anita came back to them, seeming to feel evidently as if she were bouncing off clouds. “Come along, then!” she ordered and ushered them along happily and full of enthusiasm. “There we are! Sit! Sit! I’ll be your waitress as well!”

“Don’t you need to be fitting customers, Ani?” Draco asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, pish-posh! They can wait!” she replied. She erupted into a series of giggle-fits, “Get it? I’m your—your waitress and—I’m making them wait?” she asked between fits. Both nodded at her thoroughly weirded out. The woman cleared her throat. “Right…ahem…what can I get you sirs on this fine day?” she asked them. Both ordered fire whiskey and she whisked off to the bar to retrieve their drinks and then headed back to the front to fit people for robes, again.

“How’s Maybelle, then?” Harry asked casually, masking his already loathing of her.

“Oh, she’s fine, I suppose. Gorgeous as ever—better looking every time I see her, in fact.” He replied, smirking at Harry’s struggle to keep from showing his anger which was easily seen.

“I can’t wait to meet her!” Harry said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“Really? Good, she’ll be here in about--…” he glanced at his watch and behind his a gorgeous silvery blonde, petite girl apparated.

“Du-ray-co!” she chimed adorably. Harry hated her already, figuring she was part veela; however, he was surprised to find she wasn’t. “And who eez thees?” she inquired, lifting an eyebrow. She gasped seeing Harry’s scar. “’Arry Pottair!” she said amazed. “Eet eez such a pleasure!” She curtsied him before sitting down next to Draco and snuggling up to him comfortably. “Vat eez eet you wanted to tell me, Du-ray-co?” she asked admiringly.

She fixed her eyes back on Harry who found it hard not to glare back at her. “I need to confess something to you…” he drawled out, he seemed hesitant and Harry looked at him surprised, he wasn’t going to come out, was he? He prayed he would. “What is your ring size? I can’t remember!” he said finally.

Maybelle seemed to be a little upset he’d forgotten her precious ring size then smiled realizing it meant she would get an engagement ring to make it official of their marriage. “Eet eez five.” She informed him. Harry’s eyes widened a bit—skinny fingers! He thought. He was a little pissed outwardly but inwardly, ready to explode. He couldn’t believe this!

“Anyway, Potter, we asked you here because we figured that if you were my best man it would boost our image.” He said, wrapping an arm around Fleur.

“As if I’d do something so ridiculous for you!” snapped Harry rising from his seat. “Good-bye!” he stalked off after that feeling very dejected.

“Good-bye, Harry Potter! Come again, please!” called Anita from behind him. Harry threw a careless arm behind him, signaling he’d heard her.

“So, you think he knows?” the blonde drawled out.

“I don’t know, but, I want you too geet thees done soon az you can!” she informed, turning her head away from him and crossing her arms. “Peru eez waiting, you know!”

Draco smirked and nodded, “I have a straight answer now, you know, and things are going exactly according to plan…” he drawled out carelessly. The two smirked smugly.

“Let’ go shopping ,now!” Maybelle suggested. The two got up and walked out of Skalioli’s, side by side.

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RLFG: Plan?! What plan?! I don’t know! I write as I go along, I don’t think these things through! Why do you think it takes me so long to post up a new chapter?! I have the world’s longest brain farts!