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Survival of the fittest	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 18502 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Author's note: Here I am with the third chapter. I hope you'll enjoy this one :)

Thanks to the following reviewers: delia cerrano and Seiren

Additional warnings: Just a bit of drama and a chapter only edited by myself, so I apologize for any mistakes left

Enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 3: Fight and make up

Harry leant against the brick wall, half hidden in a small alley and pursed his lips. He couldn't believe he had really escaped his room by climbing out of the window. He groaned and closed his eyes; how cliché could he get? He was actually surprised it had worked. The tree had looked slippery and weak, but luckily enough, it had hold his weight.

Biting his lip, he stared at the street, ignoring the strange gazes he received. Maybe he shouldn't have left. How angry would Sirius be when he found out he had disobeyed him?

Guilt started to settle in his stomach. He hated disappointing the only family he had left, but he didn't find it fair that he was punished while Draco got no trouble. It was that bastard's fault to begin with! Harry could be oblivious at times, but even he recognized flirting when he saw it!

Clenching his jaw, he forced the anger, guilt and hurt inside a dark compartment in his mind, relaxing as he did so. He would deal with those problems later; now he just wanted to have some fun with a guy who didn't know him and therefore didn't have any high unreachable expectations of him.

Plastering a smile on his face, Harry left the seclusion of the alley and made his way to the meeting place.

"What do you mean 'he left'?" Sirius exclaimed incredulously after Remus had informed them of the situation.

Severus sneered. "Can your brain – tiny as it is – not comprehend the facts, dog? The boy escaped; probably to meet that Muggle boy Draco talked about."

Sirius ignored him. "What the hell is he thinking? I specifically said he was grounded. What part of that did he not understand?" He growled and the knuckles of his balled fists turned white with the force he clenched his hands.

"Sirius, calm down." Remus interjected, but it was futile.

"Calm down? My godson just upped and left and you expect me to calm down?" The Animagus growled and glared at his lover.

Amber eyes narrowed and a hand shot out, grabbing Sirius' arm with a deceptively harsh grip, making the man yelp.

"We'll talk somewhere else." Remus said, eerily calm and almost dragged the unfortunate man to their bedroom.

Draco, who had been silent the whole time, stood up and with a pale, calm face walked over to the door, intending on continuing to the front door, until he was stopped by his mother's voice.

"Darling, what do you plan to do?" She raised a thin elegant eyebrow.

"Getting Harry back of course, before that idiot lands himself in trouble." Draco replied coolly, his hand resting on the doorknob.

"Do you know where he is?" Lucius asked dryly.

"Well no, but …" Draco frowned.

"Then you can do nothing more than wait until Harry returns." Lucius replied resolutely. "Searching would be fruitless in this case."

Draco glared and opened his mouth to protest, but his parents looked at him warningly and Draco hissed furiously underneath his breath. His parents sighed when he stormed off to his room.

"Let us hope that young Harry doesn't land himself in trouble." Lucius rubbed his temples in an effort to stave off a headache.

Severus just sat in contemplative silence, brooding about something.

"You should have expected something like that to happen." Remus admonished Sirius, who had taken a stance next to the window with his arms crossed.

"Oh yeah, why?" Sirius scowled and looked at the trees surrounding the property. Absently he wondered if he should destroy the tree near Harry's bedroom.

"You and James did exactly the same thing that time you were grounded during Christmas in our last year." Remus reminded him and the other flushed.

"That was different." He muttered petulantly and scratched his cheek.

"Oh and why is that?" Remus raised an eyebrow sceptically.

"Well, Prongs and I didn't leave in a fit because we were angry at our lovers." Sirius huffed and resisted the urge to stick out his tongue.

Remus rolled his eyes and leant back against the door. He paused for a moment when a nearby door slammed shut, but then shook his head. "That's because Prongs was too smitten with Lily to ever be really angry with her and you only had flings that lasted no longer than a week, two weeks if she was lucky." He snorted.

Sirius pouted and waved his hand dismissively. "Still, it's different. Harry should have stayed and told us what was wrong instead of disappearing."

"I don't say it was smart of him to leave like that, but honestly, Padfoot, which teenager is comfortable talking about his love life to his guardians?" Remus asked rhetorically and Sirius grimaced at the combination of Harry and love life in one sentence. That combination shouldn't appear together unless they had "didn't have" put between them.

"What do you propose we do then?" He asked annoyed.

"We wait until Harry returns and talk to him then." Remus answered and gestured towards the desk. "Until then let's work on our class schedules. Minerva wants them in the first week of August."

Sirius grumbled and grimaced but dragged himself towards the desk, feeling like a student again who was forced to study his least favourite subject.

"Tough choice, isn't it? Choosing between hundreds of different candies." Jake chuckled and came to stand next to the dark haired boy.

Harry glanced at him and smiled. "Yeah, I'm surprised they have so many. I expected a small shop, not this." He gestured towards the big shop.

The candy store was every child's dream come true. Every available spot against the wall was occupied by large shelves filled with huge jars of colourful candy pieces. Three rows of cabinets formed small hallways inside the store. The cabinets were opened by a small handle that one needed to pull down. Underneath every handle hung a string with small plastic bags in which one could stash the candy.

Traditional for the candy theme, the walls on the right side were painted a pastel green, the walls on the left a pastel blue and the wall behind the cashier a pastel pink. The ceiling was painted white and the floor consisted of white tiles where the heels of the women's shoes created a soft 'tick tack' sound.

The store was a success already; grandparents were following their excited grandchildren, holding the bags for them so they could browse through the candy; parents watched their children with eyes of a hawk to make sure the sweets landed in the bags and not in the mouth and teenagers were laughing and joking while filling their own bags.

Everything considered the store was the Muggle equivalent of Honeydukes, Harry concluded.

"Did you find something?" Harry asked and Jake nodded, showing his bag that was filled with two sorts of candy: square milk chocolate cubes and sweet, sour, brightly coloured candy drops.

"What did you find?" Jake questioned, tying a knot in his bag.

"I filled the bag half with sour sweets and the other half with those chocolates filled with cream." Harry replied.

"Time to pay?"

He nodded affirmatively and followed Jake to the counter. A long queue had formed, reaching as far as the section where the candy was placed (which was fairly long, considering how big the store was), but there were four pay counters open, which made sure the waiting wasn't long. It only took about ten minutes before it was their turn to pay. They received an extra bag to store their candy and a coupon, giving them ten per cent reduction of the price if they came back before the fifth of August.

Harry didn't think he would be here much longer, but it was silly to refuse.

After four long minutes of slipping past people in the store, they finally broke free from the crowd and exited the candy shop. Both boys took a relieved breath, glad the air outside was cool.

Noticing how low the sun had suddenly set, Harry asked curiously, "How late is it now?"

Jake glanced quickly at his wrist watch. "Nearly five." He whistled surprised. "Damn, we took longer than I had expected."

Harry stiffened and he paled a bit. It hadn't been his intention to stay out this long. By now the others had probably noticed he had sneaked out. Shit, he was in it for now. Sirius had never gotten angry before, but now he had deliberately disobeyed him by sneaking out even though he had been grounded.

He swallowed and bit his lip.

"You need to go home?" Jake interrupted his thoughts of panic and he nodded wordlessly. The other one stared at him concerned. "Do you think you're in trouble somehow? You look a bit pale."

"Something like that." Harry answered after wetting his lips.

"Well, come on; I'll walk you home." Jake said soothingly and grabbed his wrist. "If your parents get angry, I'll take the blame."

Not bothering to correct the notion about his supposed parents, Harry looked at the other one perplexed. "You don't have to do that." He protested. "I'll be fine, promise."

"It's no problem. It's the least I can do for keeping you here so long." Jake smiled.

Feeling a bit flushed, Harry closed his mouth, realizing further protests would fall on deaf ears. Instead he just silently followed Jake, after giving him the address.

Crickets were softly chirping in the half long grass adorning the side walk of the street.

They left the noise of the village behind and silently but quickly strolled through the streets.

It was maybe twenty minutes later when they arrived at the holiday house.

Harry sighed in relief when no one of his family was waiting for him angrily, demanding an explanation. Maybe he would even be as lucky as to be able to sneak back in.

He turned to Jake and smiled. "Thanks for accompanying me to here."

Jake shrugged and grinned back. "No need to thank me. You'll be okay?"

Harry nodded, absently pushing back a strand of hair. "Yeah, I'll be good. I'm just going to …"

"And so the lost son returns." Suddenly a cold, sharp voice interrupted them and Harry froze in shock.

Shit.

"I'll go look what Draco is up to now. It's been suspiciously quiet since he stormed out." Lucius announced and left the room.

Severus snorted and placed a book marker between his research papers and put them next to him on the small table, originally intended to hold drinks and snacks.

He didn't need to check up on his godson to know that the teenager was sulking.

Draco had refused to show up for tea, apparently having decided he benefitted from sulking. He had wanted to point out that sulking wasn't becoming of a Malfoy, but decided he would leave that up to Draco's parents. The mutt had been grumbling during tea and the wolf had stayed silent. Potter's animals were somewhere hidden in the house. Narcissa had retreated to her room.

They were all waiting for Potter's return, though they had agreed they would give the boy until six before they would start to search for him.

Idly, Severus wondered how long the brat was planning on staying away.

He stood up, intent on going to his room, when he faintly heard two voices outside. Raising an eyebrow, he soundlessly opened the front door and saw Potter standing near a boy, a few years older it seemed; both carrying white, plastic bags, filled with a smaller package.

Well, at least they wouldn't lose their time searching for that impertinent brat. The boys hadn't seemed to notice him yet.

"And so the lost son returns." He announced his presence in a cold voice and noticed satisfied how Potter seemed to stiffen from shock.

Slowly the Potter heir turned to face him. "Sir, I didn't know you were there."

"Apparently." Severus crossed his arms. "Do tell me how you would try to enter the house undetected."

"Harry," The unknown boy, probably the Muggle Draco had mentioned earlier, spoke uncertainly.

"You can go home, Jake." Potter murmured to him and gave him a small smile.

"Are you sure?" Jake glanced at him and Severus noticed slightly amused how the boy seemed unwilling to leave Potter behind with him.

"Yes, it's fine. Really." Potter reassured him and reluctantly the Muggle boy went back, but not before squeezing Potter's wrist.

"Come inside." Severus ordered sternly. "I have no desire to talk louder because you keep standing there."

Potter bit his lip, but trudged up the path, his head bowed. As soon as the boy was inside, he locked the door. No need to give the brat a way to escape again if he wanted to.

XXXXXX

Harry tensed when he heard the door close. He had been realistic enough to realize that his chance of slipping in the house was incredibly small, but to be caught by Snape was not something he had envisioned.

"Sit down." Snape brushed past him and entered the living room. "And don't even think about slipping away. I can ensure you, you will regret that action."

Even though he felt annoyed at being bossed around, he still complied, knowing that pissing off Snape was not a smart idea. Rigidly he sat down on an armchair and glared at the innocent coffee table.

"So, care to tell me why you thought it prudent to leave this house unprotected?" Snape asked icily and Harry felt his dark eyes drilling in his head.

"None of your business." Harry replied petulantly and crossed his arms.

"It is when your absence causes my godson to sulk like a child and can potentially bring danger to us and you." Snape's voice chilled further. "Did you ever stop to think that it could be dangerous for you to disappear unprotected? You didn't even have your wand or pets with you! What would you have done if you had gotten into trouble?"

"As if I could get into trouble here." Harry looked up and glared. "I just went to a candy shop with Jake. That's all."

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but in my definition of being grounded, that means you are not allowed to leave the space into which you have been confined." Snape narrowed his eyes and glared back. "And you seem to have forgotten that there is still someone out there, waiting for an opportune moment to strike."

"I may have bad luck, but I seriously doubt that Dumbledore would appear the moment I'm on my own." Harry snapped. "And I was grounded for a stupid reason."

"For not telling why you were angry at Draco, yes." The Potions Master nodded. "If you would have told what bothered you, you wouldn't be in this mess. So what did Draco do that bothers you?"

Harry bristled and shot up. "None of your business!" He hissed and balled his fists. "Draco knows damn well what he did wrong!"

"Mister Potter, we may not be in school, but you will show me respect. I'm still your teacher and Head of the House." The older man replied in a low voice. "Draco does not have a clue as to what he did to anger you. Instead of behaving like a child, can you act like an adult for once and talk about your problems?"

"He was flirting with another guy in the store!" The Saviour suddenly exploded. "I stood there while that bastard was flirting in front of my eyes!" His heart started beating wildly, anger coursing through his veins again at the memory.

"Why are you so certain Draco was flirting with someone?" Snape raised an eyebrow, his voice a bit sceptically.

"Because that guy was dark haired and probably had light eyes as well." Harry snapped, crossing his arms. The anger started bubbling up more fiercely.

"You lost me, Potter." Dark eyes narrowed. "Why would that specific appearance mean he was flirting?"

"Because he used to date those guys before we got together." Harry answered through clenched teeth.

Snape sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "So you automatically assumed he was flirting instead of just being friendly." He deadpanned. "Don't you think you went overboard with your reaction? You could at least have asked him what he was doing, instead of lashing out like that."

"But he …"

"Don't you think your reaction showed very little trust?" Snape remarked, cutting off any response the other had wanted to give. "I'd had thought Draco had earned your trust after everything he did for you during the school year. What a poor way to repay him."

It was silent for a long time in the room. Harry felt his face burn in shame and he bit his lip, averting his eyes to the floor.

Snape's rebuttal stung, but that had been his intended goal probably.

He knew he should have just asked Draco about the conversation with Jake's brother, but he had been afraid of the answer. He realized he should have just trusted the blond boy, but …

In Hogwarts he had trusted Draco not to cheat on him, but it seemed that this holiday had brought up his jealous side and he didn't like that. He didn't want to distrust his lover, didn't want to turn into someone petty and jealous.

But seeing Draco laughing so freely and talking so animatedly with someone who wasn't him, stung him and angered him.

He didn't want someone else to hear Draco's laugh, to feel his touch …

But he didn't want to be jealous either. He didn't want to be so possessive and petty. He didn't like the way jealousy changed him.

"Now, do you suppose you can hold a civilized conversation with Draco and talk about your fight?" Snape broke through his dark thoughts.

Harry nodded wordlessly.

"You can go then."

The dark haired boy scurried out of the living room and ran on the stairs, his shoes making a soft thudding sound on the carpet clad floor.

He stopped abruptly in front of the closed door, leading to Draco's room. Taking a deep breath, he wiped his clammy hands on his trousers, trying to calm down his racing heart.

To be honest, he wanted to skip the whole talking part and go straight to the forgiving part, but he knew that wouldn't happen. He closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them again, steeling himself and raised his hand to knock.

"Go away, father. I don't want to talk." Draco snapped through the closed door.

Glancing around to assure himself he was still alone, he softly pushed down the cold door knob and opened the door.

"How many times do I …" Draco had stood with his back to the door, but during the beginning of his rant, he had turned around, presumably to glare. Abruptly he stood still and closed his mouth when he caught sight of his boyfriend standing uncomfortably in the door opening.

"Hey." Harry mumbled warily and took another step inside so that he could close the door behind him.

Grey eyes narrowed and his glare was cold. "Decided to come back?" He murmured and sat down stiffly on the chair next to the window.

Harry winced at the hidden sneer and shuffled with his feet, his hands fiddling with a loose thread of his shirt.

"I want to apologize." He began and bit the inside of his cheek.

"Oh."

Harry marvelled at Draco's feat to sound so sarcastically while uttering just one word. How did he do that?

"I shouldn't have lashed out like that. It was uncalled for." Harry murmured, feeling his ears turn red. Was this how children felt when they had to apologize to their parents after getting a scolding?

"No, you shouldn't have." Draco replied sharply and one of his hands clenched down on the fabric of the arm of the chair. "Mind telling me what that crap was about?"

"It was something stupid; it won't happen again." The other hurried to answer, not wanting to confess his petty thoughts, fearing he would be ridiculed for them.

"Of course it was stupid." The blond readily agreed with that part, making the other one glower at him in response. "But I still want to know why you acted like such a git."

"It was just …" Harry pursed his lips and stared at Draco, who stared annoyed back. "What were you talking about with Jake's cousin?" He blurted out.

Draco blinked surprised and seemed to be confused, not understanding where the sudden question had come from. "Jake's cousin?" He repeated questioningly.

"The guy you were talking to in the shop." Harry tried to temper the bite in his tone.

"Oh, that guy." Draco suddenly chuckled, seemingly amused. "We were talking about how our companions hate shopping and then he showed me some of his favourite shops on a map."

"That was it?" Now Harry felt foolish and quite idiotic. They had been talking about shops? They hadn't been flirting?

Harry had worried about nothing. Merlin, he felt like an idiot now.

"Yeah, that was it." Draco narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Why, what did you think we talked about?"

"Eh, nothing. Like I said, it was something stupid." Harry mumbled, his blush spreading from his cheeks to his neck.

Draco rose and crossed the room, coming to a hold in front of him. He frowned. "For Merlin's sake, we already established the fact that you were stupid." He snapped. "Just tell me why you were being a git."

Harry looked away and clenched his fists. "I thought you were … flirting with that guy." He finally muttered embarrassed, bracing himself for Draco's comments about it.

Draco stared at him bemused. "You thought I was flirting?" His incredulous tone couldn't hide the small sliver of hurt tinting his voice, making Harry wince. "I thought you trusted me?" His body tensed in anger.

"Of course I trust you." The dark haired boy replied almost inaudibly.

"Oh? Apparently not, if you thought I would flirt with someone when I have you." Draco's jaw clenched and he scowled. "Why would I flirt with a guy, when I have you? My record of past relationships is not something I'm proud of, but I never cheated nor flirted if I was with someone. Believe me, if I was interested in someone else – which I'm not – I would dump you first before flirting with someone else." He sneered.

Strangely enough that calmed Harry and he chanced looking at the Malfoy heir.

Draco's grey eyes sparked with anger; his lean body was tilting slightly forwards as if ready to jump and his magic was humming around him, a soft zoom sound, like a swarm of bees would make on a warm summer's day. He looked very alive, very beautiful and Harry's breath hitched a bit. He averted his eyes quickly, afraid he would give something away that he'd rather keep silent about.

"Now, if one of us should be pissed off, it's me." Draco continued and he looked haughtily.

Harry narrowed his eyes. "I already apologized." He remarked.

"It's not about that, though it will take more than just an apology to make me forgive you." Draco huffed and fixed him with a hard stare.

Harry squirmed uncomfortably. "If not that, what are you mad about then?" He asked, deciding to ignore the implication he needed to do something to be forgiven.

"I was the only one who had the right to be jealous." Draco replied, completely serious.

"What, jealous?" Harry spluttered in protest. "I wasn't jealous! And why would you be?"

"Oh, please, your display of being such a git just shows you were jealous." Draco rolled his eyes and then looked thoughtfully. "Though thinking of you being jealous is a boost for my ego."

"As if your ego needs a boost." Harry snapped irritated.

Draco just smirked, making Harry itch to wipe that smirk off. "You were the one who went on a date with a guy you just met. You even sneaked out to meet him. How do you think that made me feel?"

"It wasn't a date!" Harry exclaimed and threw his hands up. "We just went to a candy shop! There's nothing wrong with that. And I sneaked out because it wasn't fair of Sirius to ground me, just because I didn't want to tell him what was wrong."

"So, you can go out with some unknown guy, but I can't talk with another guy. Nice double standard you have there, Potter." Draco growled and his eyes sparked in fury.

"Those are two different things!" Harry snarled, getting furious himself.

How could Draco compare those things? They weren't alike at all.

"No, they are not! They are exactly the same; yours was even worse! I only talked – you went on a fucking date!"

"You're the one who screwed one guy after another!" Harry hissed.

Somewhere in the back of his mind something warned him to back off so both could calm down. He hadn't meant for his apology to turn into another fight.

"For Merlin's sake, are you going to hold that over my head forever? I thought we had put that past us." Draco replied frustrated, his cheeks a dark red from anger.

"You're the one claiming I was on a date – which I wasn't." Harry snapped, his body strung tightly with fury.

Subconsciously he noticed how several small objects were trembling on their surface, reacting to his magic going out of control.

"Merlin, you're such an annoying git!" Draco snarled furiously and grabbed Harry's arms roughly, pushing him harshly against the door. Harry opened his mouth to protest against the rough treatment, but was silenced by harsh, punishing lips, intend on plundering his mouth.

Draco stepped forwards, until his body was pressed flush against Harry's. Harry turned his head to break the painful kiss, but Draco took his wrists in one hand, slammed them against the door – pulling a yelp from the younger boy – and kept his head in place by grabbing his chin. The grip bordered on painful, but the blond didn't lessen his grip.

Instead, he trusted his tongue in Harry's mouth and curled it around the tongue he found, forcing Harry to react.

Harry resisted a bit longer, fighting against the fire threatening to overtake his body, but gave up with a small whimper, when a foot pushed his legs apart and a knee nudged higher.

When Draco was certain Harry wouldn't resist him anymore, he released his wrists and gripped his hips instead, pushing him higher up against the door. Harry understood the silent hint and swung his legs up and clenched his legs around Draco's slim hips.

They both moaned when their hips pressed against each other.

Harry's arms snaked around Draco's neck and he pushed his body even tighter to the other one holding him up. He turned his head a bit and their kiss changed from nearly painful to heated.

He felt hands slip from his hips, trailing over his thighs, until they slid underneath his bottom. The hands seemed searing hot even through his jeans and he groaned, unconsciously pushing his arse back.

Lips against his curled up in a devious smirk and a soft, startled squeak escaped his throat when he was suddenly pulled away from the door. Their lips released each other and wide green eyes stared into smug grey ones. Instinctively, the dark haired boy tightened his grip on his blond lover.

"Draco?" Harry questioned breathlessly.

Draco chuckled and hurried to his bed where he fell down; Harry landing first on his back with a silent 'oomph' with Draco landing between his spread legs, catching his weight on his hands.

"I know a good way to solve this argument." He murmured; his eyes half lidded with excitement.

"Our family is near." Harry replied, biting his lip. He wanted to do it, but he wasn't eager on getting caught by the rest of the inhabitants. That one time in the sea had given him a good scare and he wasn't so keen on testing fate again so soon.

"Good thing I'm already an adult then, no?" Draco muttered with a triumphant smirk and grabbed his wand to cast a Locking and Muffle charm.

The door was audibly locked and a soft green bubble surrounded the door before it seemingly was absorbed in the thick wood.

"That's indeed handy." Harry smirked and his eyes gained an excited glitter.

Draco bent his head down with a smile and the next hour was filled by apologizing to each other through their loving touches.

"Why didn't you call us the moment Harry came back?" Sirius asked annoyed and crossed his arms.

Remus shot him a warning glance and squeezed his arm. He had no desire to be in the middle of a fight this evening.

Snape narrowed his eyes, but his voice was calm. "It seemed more prudent to try and extract the truth from Potter when you weren't around. Considering he refused to talk to you, I thought I could try and get him to tell the truth. And it worked, didn't it?" He crossed his legs and his eyes seemed cutting. "After he finally opened up, I sent him upstairs to talk to Draco."

Sirius frowned. "How long has he been talking to Blondie then?"

Black eyes glanced at the clock. "An hour and a half by now." He replied idly.

The Animagus stilled and his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Does talking really take so long?"

"I have sharp hearing, but I can't hear through thick walls and closed doors. Frankly, I don't care how long they talk, as long as their differences are solved." The Potions Master answered bored.

Narcissa, who had been seated silently next to Lucius, stood up when it became clear to her that her cousin was on the verge of jumping up and marching over to her son's bedroom.

"I'll go and see what's taking them so long." She announced calmly. Her cousin gaped in surprise, but she ignored him, just like she ignored the smirk on her ex-husband's face.

Her gown made a soft rustling sound on the stairs and her shoes tapped on the floor.

Raising an eyebrow when she was met with a locked door, she knocked on the wood, immediately stilling the muffled chuckles in the bedroom.

"Yes?" After a small, suspicious silence, her son called out.

"We would like to speak to you both. My cousin has been anxious to see his godson again." She informed calmly.

There was a moment of urgent whispering, before Harry replied, "We'll be downstairs in a moment."

"All right." She smiled and turned around to go back. She had an inkling as to what they had done, but decided to ignore it.

Hiding a smirk, she informed the men downstairs that the couple would be joining them soon.

In the end, Harry wasn't allowed to go further than the garden for a week, as punishment for leaving the house. He also got a lecture from Sirius and Remus, which – though expected – was still embarrassing.

AN2: This is probably one of my most non dramatic endings to a chapter until now LOL So what do you think of it? I hope you liked it :) Please leave your thoughts behind in a review.

The next chapter is called "Harry's birthday"

See you all in the next chapter!

Cuddles

Melissa
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