Harry Potter and the Demise of Dumbledore
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Adult ++
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11
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12,183
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Wanna turn some heads?
Hey guys, sorry about the longer than usual wait, work got crazy and i had more ideas than i knew what to do with, not to mention i had a hell of a time actually sitting down to write. thank you again to all those reviews, especially to thrnbroke, Kat, and Vittani!!! Harry gets to have a little fun in this one, but forgive me if i'm a tease.
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Chapter 6: Wanna turn some heads?
Albus Dumbledore was in a towering rage after he returned to his office at Hogwarts. When he had arrived there had been an raven waiting for him holding in his beak a very official looking letter. When the self appointed leader of the Light and total ass snatched the letter from the ominous bird it let out a shrill caw and snapped at the hand of the old fool before taking flight, leaving a nasty gash. He could hear Fawkes’ musical laughter through the bond they shared and he glared at the gorgeous bird. “Serves you right! You should not better than to taunt those of the feather!” Fawkes sent the glowering Dumbledore before taking flight, shitting on his desk and leaving through the open window.
Looking down at the letter clutched in his wrinkled hands, he let his anger with his headstrong familiar subside as anxiety took its place seeing the Gringott’s seal. With shaking hands he opened the letter recalling Harry’s words at the Ministry, “…Where the Galleons too sweet?”
“Headmaster Dumbledore,” it read, “We here at Gringott’s have recently come across several unauthorized transfers to your accounts and are now taking corrective action. It is our responsibility to inform you that all of your holdings with us have been frozen until the results of a very thorough audit can be obtained, and that your account manager has been released from his employ at this institution due to his illicit handling of the accounts in his care.
“Yours, Galistrock
Gringott’s General Manager”
*****
His face was pale as he sat at his shit covered desk. The goblins were ruthless when it came to matters like these, Dumbledore knew he was ruined, and if his accounts were frozen he wouldn’t even be able to get to his pay as Headmaster. That was directly deposited from the Governors to his personal vault. He calmly got to his feet and picked up the closest thing to him and hurled it across his office. Before long, he was using Fawkes’ perch to utterly smash his office in an attempt to relieve his anger.
*****
“Damn I need a hair cut,” Harry said aloud as he removed a ridiculously long lock of his hair from his face for what felt like the thousandth time that day. He was standing in the Rome branch of the Wizarding bank standing beside Draco as they each made large withdrawals from the teller. It was 10:30 in the morning two days after his birthday, he had just met up with Draco as they had planned and the blonde nodded his agreement. When the young Malfoy had arrived he almost missed Harry altogether, the only reason he took a second look at the tall, dark, richly dressed man as he walked by was a pair of stunning green eyes.
***Moments Before ***
“Harry?” Draco said more to himself than to the other man.
“Yep. Well more or less anyway, come on lets get started,” Harry said with a smirk to the silent aristocrat with wide eyes.
Draco blinked a few times as Harry walked away. Then, at his own leisurely pace, Draco scrambled to catch up. When he caught up to Harry, he had regained some of his trademark coolness with him. “Well I suppose it would be fitting to wish you a pleasant belated birthday,” he said emotionlessly, without actually doing it.
A wicked thought crossed Harry’s mind in that moment- “Lets play with the Ferret.” Harry raised a “questioning” eyebrow at Draco and said, “Why do you say that?” Harry almost cracked when he saw the disbelieving look on Draco’s face.
“But…the changes. The height, the weight, your hair. All of it, bloody hell, even your skin is different!” Draco sputtered.
Felling pleased that Draco had noticed so much, and in such detail to boot, Harry let the charade drop. “Well thank you for noticing, I had no idea you took such an interest in my appearance, and yes I did just have my birthday. The night after our lunch in fact. Oh, we’re next…Damn I need a hair cut.”
***All caught up!***
“You and me both,” Draco said with a chuckle, “Its time for a change. I’m so tired of looking like mini-Lucius.”
A few minutes latter they had their galleons and were walking in the sunny streets of Rome. “So what first? Shopping or Haircuts? You choose Lord Malfoy,” Harry said with mock snobbery. Draco wasn’t listening though, he had just spotted a large billboard with a shirtless David Beckham. Seeing just what the blonde was so enraptured with, Harry got an idea. “Draco,” Harry said, placing a hand on his shoulder, “I’ll let you decide what style to cut my hair if you’ll let me do the same for you.” Draco just nodded his head yes. He could feel all the sensations stronger than before when Harry touched his shoulder, and he didn’t trust himself to think, let alone speak just now.
When they got to the salon Draco was in quiet a state. On one hand he was very exited to be able to play Barbie with Harry, but on the other hand he was terrified by the thought that his precious hair might be ruined. Harry guided him to the stylist’s chair and whispered in his ear, “Don’t worry, I won’t be the one to cut it!” The close proximity to the brunette was having an effect on Draco, and was relieved to hear the stylist speak.
“What will it be then?” the young woman said to them (in Italian). That’s when Harry turned an picked up the magazine that just so happened *wink* to have Becks on the cover sporting the funky faux-hawk that he wanted for Draco. He showed it to her and after a few whispered sentences Harry nodded and the stylist, Natalie was her name, got to work.
Draco was confused, Harry Potter had just carried on a conversation in Italian, he didn’t even know Italian. Yes he spoke Latin, French, Spanish and Portuguese, but not Italian. How had the sheltered golden boy learned the language? “Potter, when did you learn Italian?”
“Second year, I took it up after I realize how important Latin was to our school work. I really liked Latin, so I took up all the Romance languages.”
All of a sudden, Draco seemed to notice just how much of his hair was falling away. Then he heard the hum of the electric clippers (they were in a high end muggle salon) and looked up at Harry and asked, “Just WHAT exactly did you tell her Potter?”
“Becks,” was all he said before turning around and walking outside for a smoke. That was when Draco knew he had been caught starring at the hunk on the Billboard, but decided it didn’t matter to Harry since he was the one to get him a David Beckham hair cut.
Harry came back in when they were finishing up and a predatory smile adorned his lips, Draco caught it and said, “Like it?”
“Definitely. Becks has nothing on you. So what did you have in mind for me?” Harry said. Draco’s eyes lit up as he remembered the other half of this arrangement. When he was released from the stylist, he forcefully put Harry in the chair he had just been occupying. This time it was Harry’s turn to feel the tingles of the other man’s aura washing over him. Draco had a hasty conversation with the stylist in French and soon the hair was flying again. When Draco saw Harry’s ears as the stylist pulled Harry’s hair back to make another cut, Draco finally understood just what had happened to Harry. He was descended from the High race. When the stylist was done, Harry’s hair was cut to just touch his shoulders and was mussed with product to resemble the ‘just shagged’ look, similar to what it looked like in school but much more intentional at the same time. Suddenly they felt very overdressed in their fine clothing and made a beeline to the clothing shops that notoriously littered Rome. They were like a tornado sweeping through the stores they descended upon. They were not only having fun in the Wizarding stores, but muggle alike. By the end of the day they had bags from Diesel, Prada, Armani, and Gucci among others. For the two of them, and those fortunate enough to see it, the high light had been when they decided they needed swimming attire. Draco drank in the sight of Harry emerging from the changing room in the emerald green trunk styled suit (European styled suit, i.e. the type Daniel Craig wore in the last Bond film) trimmed with silver. For the first time he could see Harry’s tattoos and he loved them, especially the snake curled around his left forearm, and the Dragon with wings spread on his chest. Draco’s pale body had the same effect on Harry as his had had on Draco. His pants became uncomfortably tight when he saw the pale skinned god before him. Draco’s trunk was a deep royal blue lined with black, and it suited his creamy skin perfectly not to mention how fabulous it made his ass look, even if he didn’t need the help. Harry was surprised to see just how muscular Draco was with minimal clothing on, his chest and shoulders were wide and sported strong muscles that led down to the perfect ‘V’ at Draco’s slender waist.
*****
By the time they returned to Draco’s London penthouse flat they no longer even thought of the former animosity they had once felt. They dropped their bags just inside the door and Draco asked Harry if he wanted a drink, when he was gone Harry took a moment to look out the floor to ceiling window that overlooked the Thames. “This really is quiet the place you have here Draco,” Harry said accepting the glass Draco offered.
“Thanks, father would have blown an artery if he knew I was living in muggle London, but I guess it doesn’t matter now,” Draco said lightly. “What do you think of going out on the town tonight Harry? I know about a club you would probably like. Pretty exclusive, so we won’t have to worry about people ogling us that much.”
“I think I’d like that. Is it a muggle club or Wizarding? Slithe here doesn’t like it when I make him stay still,” Harry said indicating the serpent on his arm.
“Wizarding,” Draco said, “Now that that’s settled do you want to change then grab some dinner before we go to the club? It won’t really get going til about 11ish.”
“Sounds good to me, but I could use a shower, do you mind?” Harry said nonchalantly. Draco agreed quickly, the thought of a nude Harry Potter in his flat more than he could resist. So he and Harry parted to shower and dress in separate rooms. When Draco was getting out of the shower he heard Harry call him from the other room. “What should I wear? I can’t decide.” Harry said standing there in only a pair of Armani trunks looking at the clothes spread out before him. Draco didn’t answer, instead he tacked the Gryffindor on the guest bed and began kissing him forcefully. Harry was a little surprised at first, but quickly responded in kind. They broke the kiss for air, and Harry, felling cheeky, said, “Well I didn’t know I would have that effect on you, but I HAD hoped…” Draco slapped him on his arm and got up, a large tent in his towel.
“Yes, well I did pick those out in the hopes of seeing them on the bedroom floor later,” he said licking his lips. Putting his ‘iceman’ front up for a moment, he indicated a pair of Diesel jeans and a tank saying, “Those will do.” He turned and left the room leaving Harry in a fit of laughter.
Harry looked stunning in the dark denim jeans that rode low on his hips and the green tank top with a gold lighting bolt across the chest when he walked into the flat’s sitting room. He left his hair down, and was very pleased with the way his shirt was stretched across his wide chest, he felt sexy…almost vulgar, but he liked it. He liked the way Draco looked just as much: he was wearing a tight pair of pinstriped black trousers and a skin tight black t-shirt with the word 'money' written across the chest in white. They decided to walk as they left Draco’s flat, and Harry suddenly spoke up, “Want to turn a few heads, get some tongues wagging?”
“What did you have in mind?” Draco said grinning.
“Leaky Cauldron? That should sell a few copies of the Prophet don’t you think?” Harry said and they both descended into laughter. They amended their course, and soon were outside the bustling pub. When they entered, you could hear a pin drop, but they both pretended not to notice, they just made their way over to Tom and placed their order. Soon they Friday night crowd had recovered enough to start whispering intensely. Looking around the room Harry spotted the person he had hopped would be here tonight. “Moony!” Harry called out above the din, “just the wolf I wanted to see. Like the change?”
“Certainly Pup, but why are you here with him?” Remus said.
“Oh, Draco and I have come to an understanding. Actually I quiet like the git,” he said with a wink at the blonde who was looking tense.
“Very well Pup, if you like him than who am I to protest? You two have fun tonight, I have to be going. And Harry, try not to get into trouble will you?”
“Like I have to try Moony!” Harry said while he hugged his surrogate godfather. Harry and Draco sat down in a booth and enjoyed the meal they ordered, while drawing stares from everyone who passed by.
“You two would make Paris and Nicole jealous,” Hermione said when she walked up.
“Herm! What are you doing here?” Harry said to the girl he looked at like a sister.
“Granger,” Draco said with less dislike than he had ever thought possible.
“Malfoy,” Hermione returned before answering Harry’s question, “Just picking up my supplies for school, have you got yours?”
“Oh yeah, we picked them up in Rome this morning when we were out. Oh, by the way, this is for you,” Harry said fishing out a small golden key from his pocket and giving it to her. “Don’t ask about it now, just know that I won’t even miss it and that you deserve every knutt love.”
“Oh Harry,” she said wiping tears from her eyes, “Thank you so much! You…I…well I don’t suppose you’d take it back would you?”
“Not a chance, you’re like a sister to me and you have more than helped me enough to deserve it, even if that’s not why I’m giving it to you. Now go on, it looks like Victor is waiting.” She gave him one last crushing hug before she left and returned to her Bulgarian beau.
“Just how much did you give her? And who are Paris and Nicole?” Draco said when she left.
“About 50 million, and Paris and Nicole are two spoiled American heiresses that are famous for nothing more than partying. It’s a muggle thing,” Harry said. “You ready? I’m done.” Draco nodded to the affirmative and they got up and made their way to the exit. When they were back out on the streets, Harry asked the question that had been bugging him most of the night, “Where are we going anyway?”
“Oh, its called the Dragon’s Den. I wouldn’t be surprised to see a few familiar faces there either, maybe even Krum and Granger. It’s quiet popular with the Quidditch league, well not all of them, just the hot, rich, gay ones.”
“Figured as much. I had heard about it last year and I really wanted to go. Thanks for bringing me,” Harry said.
Before things could get too mushy, they arrived at the club. “Here we are!” Draco said as they walked into a small alley way and up to a non descript door guarded by a large bloke just smaller than Hagrid. When he saw the young Lords approaching he bowed his head and pulled back the velvet rope. When Harry looked around at his surroundings…
TBC
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Another one down!!! I hope you liked it, forgive any spelling mistakes there may have been, I tried to make sure anything cannon was correct, and i can't wait to read your reviews!!!
Please Read and Review!!!!!
I own nothing, J.K. Rowling is a F-ing GENIUS!!!!!
Chapter 6: Wanna turn some heads?
Albus Dumbledore was in a towering rage after he returned to his office at Hogwarts. When he had arrived there had been an raven waiting for him holding in his beak a very official looking letter. When the self appointed leader of the Light and total ass snatched the letter from the ominous bird it let out a shrill caw and snapped at the hand of the old fool before taking flight, leaving a nasty gash. He could hear Fawkes’ musical laughter through the bond they shared and he glared at the gorgeous bird. “Serves you right! You should not better than to taunt those of the feather!” Fawkes sent the glowering Dumbledore before taking flight, shitting on his desk and leaving through the open window.
Looking down at the letter clutched in his wrinkled hands, he let his anger with his headstrong familiar subside as anxiety took its place seeing the Gringott’s seal. With shaking hands he opened the letter recalling Harry’s words at the Ministry, “…Where the Galleons too sweet?”
“Headmaster Dumbledore,” it read, “We here at Gringott’s have recently come across several unauthorized transfers to your accounts and are now taking corrective action. It is our responsibility to inform you that all of your holdings with us have been frozen until the results of a very thorough audit can be obtained, and that your account manager has been released from his employ at this institution due to his illicit handling of the accounts in his care.
“Yours, Galistrock
Gringott’s General Manager”
*****
His face was pale as he sat at his shit covered desk. The goblins were ruthless when it came to matters like these, Dumbledore knew he was ruined, and if his accounts were frozen he wouldn’t even be able to get to his pay as Headmaster. That was directly deposited from the Governors to his personal vault. He calmly got to his feet and picked up the closest thing to him and hurled it across his office. Before long, he was using Fawkes’ perch to utterly smash his office in an attempt to relieve his anger.
*****
“Damn I need a hair cut,” Harry said aloud as he removed a ridiculously long lock of his hair from his face for what felt like the thousandth time that day. He was standing in the Rome branch of the Wizarding bank standing beside Draco as they each made large withdrawals from the teller. It was 10:30 in the morning two days after his birthday, he had just met up with Draco as they had planned and the blonde nodded his agreement. When the young Malfoy had arrived he almost missed Harry altogether, the only reason he took a second look at the tall, dark, richly dressed man as he walked by was a pair of stunning green eyes.
***Moments Before ***
“Harry?” Draco said more to himself than to the other man.
“Yep. Well more or less anyway, come on lets get started,” Harry said with a smirk to the silent aristocrat with wide eyes.
Draco blinked a few times as Harry walked away. Then, at his own leisurely pace, Draco scrambled to catch up. When he caught up to Harry, he had regained some of his trademark coolness with him. “Well I suppose it would be fitting to wish you a pleasant belated birthday,” he said emotionlessly, without actually doing it.
A wicked thought crossed Harry’s mind in that moment- “Lets play with the Ferret.” Harry raised a “questioning” eyebrow at Draco and said, “Why do you say that?” Harry almost cracked when he saw the disbelieving look on Draco’s face.
“But…the changes. The height, the weight, your hair. All of it, bloody hell, even your skin is different!” Draco sputtered.
Felling pleased that Draco had noticed so much, and in such detail to boot, Harry let the charade drop. “Well thank you for noticing, I had no idea you took such an interest in my appearance, and yes I did just have my birthday. The night after our lunch in fact. Oh, we’re next…Damn I need a hair cut.”
***All caught up!***
“You and me both,” Draco said with a chuckle, “Its time for a change. I’m so tired of looking like mini-Lucius.”
A few minutes latter they had their galleons and were walking in the sunny streets of Rome. “So what first? Shopping or Haircuts? You choose Lord Malfoy,” Harry said with mock snobbery. Draco wasn’t listening though, he had just spotted a large billboard with a shirtless David Beckham. Seeing just what the blonde was so enraptured with, Harry got an idea. “Draco,” Harry said, placing a hand on his shoulder, “I’ll let you decide what style to cut my hair if you’ll let me do the same for you.” Draco just nodded his head yes. He could feel all the sensations stronger than before when Harry touched his shoulder, and he didn’t trust himself to think, let alone speak just now.
When they got to the salon Draco was in quiet a state. On one hand he was very exited to be able to play Barbie with Harry, but on the other hand he was terrified by the thought that his precious hair might be ruined. Harry guided him to the stylist’s chair and whispered in his ear, “Don’t worry, I won’t be the one to cut it!” The close proximity to the brunette was having an effect on Draco, and was relieved to hear the stylist speak.
“What will it be then?” the young woman said to them (in Italian). That’s when Harry turned an picked up the magazine that just so happened *wink* to have Becks on the cover sporting the funky faux-hawk that he wanted for Draco. He showed it to her and after a few whispered sentences Harry nodded and the stylist, Natalie was her name, got to work.
Draco was confused, Harry Potter had just carried on a conversation in Italian, he didn’t even know Italian. Yes he spoke Latin, French, Spanish and Portuguese, but not Italian. How had the sheltered golden boy learned the language? “Potter, when did you learn Italian?”
“Second year, I took it up after I realize how important Latin was to our school work. I really liked Latin, so I took up all the Romance languages.”
All of a sudden, Draco seemed to notice just how much of his hair was falling away. Then he heard the hum of the electric clippers (they were in a high end muggle salon) and looked up at Harry and asked, “Just WHAT exactly did you tell her Potter?”
“Becks,” was all he said before turning around and walking outside for a smoke. That was when Draco knew he had been caught starring at the hunk on the Billboard, but decided it didn’t matter to Harry since he was the one to get him a David Beckham hair cut.
Harry came back in when they were finishing up and a predatory smile adorned his lips, Draco caught it and said, “Like it?”
“Definitely. Becks has nothing on you. So what did you have in mind for me?” Harry said. Draco’s eyes lit up as he remembered the other half of this arrangement. When he was released from the stylist, he forcefully put Harry in the chair he had just been occupying. This time it was Harry’s turn to feel the tingles of the other man’s aura washing over him. Draco had a hasty conversation with the stylist in French and soon the hair was flying again. When Draco saw Harry’s ears as the stylist pulled Harry’s hair back to make another cut, Draco finally understood just what had happened to Harry. He was descended from the High race. When the stylist was done, Harry’s hair was cut to just touch his shoulders and was mussed with product to resemble the ‘just shagged’ look, similar to what it looked like in school but much more intentional at the same time. Suddenly they felt very overdressed in their fine clothing and made a beeline to the clothing shops that notoriously littered Rome. They were like a tornado sweeping through the stores they descended upon. They were not only having fun in the Wizarding stores, but muggle alike. By the end of the day they had bags from Diesel, Prada, Armani, and Gucci among others. For the two of them, and those fortunate enough to see it, the high light had been when they decided they needed swimming attire. Draco drank in the sight of Harry emerging from the changing room in the emerald green trunk styled suit (European styled suit, i.e. the type Daniel Craig wore in the last Bond film) trimmed with silver. For the first time he could see Harry’s tattoos and he loved them, especially the snake curled around his left forearm, and the Dragon with wings spread on his chest. Draco’s pale body had the same effect on Harry as his had had on Draco. His pants became uncomfortably tight when he saw the pale skinned god before him. Draco’s trunk was a deep royal blue lined with black, and it suited his creamy skin perfectly not to mention how fabulous it made his ass look, even if he didn’t need the help. Harry was surprised to see just how muscular Draco was with minimal clothing on, his chest and shoulders were wide and sported strong muscles that led down to the perfect ‘V’ at Draco’s slender waist.
*****
By the time they returned to Draco’s London penthouse flat they no longer even thought of the former animosity they had once felt. They dropped their bags just inside the door and Draco asked Harry if he wanted a drink, when he was gone Harry took a moment to look out the floor to ceiling window that overlooked the Thames. “This really is quiet the place you have here Draco,” Harry said accepting the glass Draco offered.
“Thanks, father would have blown an artery if he knew I was living in muggle London, but I guess it doesn’t matter now,” Draco said lightly. “What do you think of going out on the town tonight Harry? I know about a club you would probably like. Pretty exclusive, so we won’t have to worry about people ogling us that much.”
“I think I’d like that. Is it a muggle club or Wizarding? Slithe here doesn’t like it when I make him stay still,” Harry said indicating the serpent on his arm.
“Wizarding,” Draco said, “Now that that’s settled do you want to change then grab some dinner before we go to the club? It won’t really get going til about 11ish.”
“Sounds good to me, but I could use a shower, do you mind?” Harry said nonchalantly. Draco agreed quickly, the thought of a nude Harry Potter in his flat more than he could resist. So he and Harry parted to shower and dress in separate rooms. When Draco was getting out of the shower he heard Harry call him from the other room. “What should I wear? I can’t decide.” Harry said standing there in only a pair of Armani trunks looking at the clothes spread out before him. Draco didn’t answer, instead he tacked the Gryffindor on the guest bed and began kissing him forcefully. Harry was a little surprised at first, but quickly responded in kind. They broke the kiss for air, and Harry, felling cheeky, said, “Well I didn’t know I would have that effect on you, but I HAD hoped…” Draco slapped him on his arm and got up, a large tent in his towel.
“Yes, well I did pick those out in the hopes of seeing them on the bedroom floor later,” he said licking his lips. Putting his ‘iceman’ front up for a moment, he indicated a pair of Diesel jeans and a tank saying, “Those will do.” He turned and left the room leaving Harry in a fit of laughter.
Harry looked stunning in the dark denim jeans that rode low on his hips and the green tank top with a gold lighting bolt across the chest when he walked into the flat’s sitting room. He left his hair down, and was very pleased with the way his shirt was stretched across his wide chest, he felt sexy…almost vulgar, but he liked it. He liked the way Draco looked just as much: he was wearing a tight pair of pinstriped black trousers and a skin tight black t-shirt with the word 'money' written across the chest in white. They decided to walk as they left Draco’s flat, and Harry suddenly spoke up, “Want to turn a few heads, get some tongues wagging?”
“What did you have in mind?” Draco said grinning.
“Leaky Cauldron? That should sell a few copies of the Prophet don’t you think?” Harry said and they both descended into laughter. They amended their course, and soon were outside the bustling pub. When they entered, you could hear a pin drop, but they both pretended not to notice, they just made their way over to Tom and placed their order. Soon they Friday night crowd had recovered enough to start whispering intensely. Looking around the room Harry spotted the person he had hopped would be here tonight. “Moony!” Harry called out above the din, “just the wolf I wanted to see. Like the change?”
“Certainly Pup, but why are you here with him?” Remus said.
“Oh, Draco and I have come to an understanding. Actually I quiet like the git,” he said with a wink at the blonde who was looking tense.
“Very well Pup, if you like him than who am I to protest? You two have fun tonight, I have to be going. And Harry, try not to get into trouble will you?”
“Like I have to try Moony!” Harry said while he hugged his surrogate godfather. Harry and Draco sat down in a booth and enjoyed the meal they ordered, while drawing stares from everyone who passed by.
“You two would make Paris and Nicole jealous,” Hermione said when she walked up.
“Herm! What are you doing here?” Harry said to the girl he looked at like a sister.
“Granger,” Draco said with less dislike than he had ever thought possible.
“Malfoy,” Hermione returned before answering Harry’s question, “Just picking up my supplies for school, have you got yours?”
“Oh yeah, we picked them up in Rome this morning when we were out. Oh, by the way, this is for you,” Harry said fishing out a small golden key from his pocket and giving it to her. “Don’t ask about it now, just know that I won’t even miss it and that you deserve every knutt love.”
“Oh Harry,” she said wiping tears from her eyes, “Thank you so much! You…I…well I don’t suppose you’d take it back would you?”
“Not a chance, you’re like a sister to me and you have more than helped me enough to deserve it, even if that’s not why I’m giving it to you. Now go on, it looks like Victor is waiting.” She gave him one last crushing hug before she left and returned to her Bulgarian beau.
“Just how much did you give her? And who are Paris and Nicole?” Draco said when she left.
“About 50 million, and Paris and Nicole are two spoiled American heiresses that are famous for nothing more than partying. It’s a muggle thing,” Harry said. “You ready? I’m done.” Draco nodded to the affirmative and they got up and made their way to the exit. When they were back out on the streets, Harry asked the question that had been bugging him most of the night, “Where are we going anyway?”
“Oh, its called the Dragon’s Den. I wouldn’t be surprised to see a few familiar faces there either, maybe even Krum and Granger. It’s quiet popular with the Quidditch league, well not all of them, just the hot, rich, gay ones.”
“Figured as much. I had heard about it last year and I really wanted to go. Thanks for bringing me,” Harry said.
Before things could get too mushy, they arrived at the club. “Here we are!” Draco said as they walked into a small alley way and up to a non descript door guarded by a large bloke just smaller than Hagrid. When he saw the young Lords approaching he bowed his head and pulled back the velvet rope. When Harry looked around at his surroundings…
TBC
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Another one down!!! I hope you liked it, forgive any spelling mistakes there may have been, I tried to make sure anything cannon was correct, and i can't wait to read your reviews!!!