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Harry Potter, Porn Star	By : ReverieWilde Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21813 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Saturday morning was overcast and grey. It didn’t put a damper on Harry’s mood, though. He was running a bit behind, having gotten up later than planned. Harry hadn’t needed to set an alarm in years. Sleep didn’t come easy or for very long. Or at least it hadn’t until last night. But dreams of Draco filled Harry’s night and caused him to linger in bed. He was just getting out of the shower at eleven.

Harry looked out his window and saw Draco sitting on the front stoop of his building watching people walk by.

“Oi! Draco!”

Draco turned and looked up to Harry. He held his arms out, silently asking, what’s taking so long.

“I’m running late. Down in a sec,” Harry called.

Draco nodded and returned to people watching.

Less than ten minutes later, Harry was dressed and walking out the door of the building. Draco stood to greet him, then realized he wasn’t exactly sure how to greet Harry. Should he hug him? Kiss him? Shake his hand? Just say ‘hi’? He stood awkwardly for a moment as Harry descended the stairs.

“Morning,” Harry said, and gave Draco a quick kiss on the lips.

Thank Merlin Harry’s not as indecisive as me, Draco thought. “Good morning,” he smiled. “So where should we go?”

“Well, it’s a bit early for lunch. I was thinking we’d have time for a quick trip to the bookshop. It’s just a few blocks away.”

“Sounds like Granger finally rubbed off on you,” Draco smirked. “I could always use a few more good books. Let’s go.”

In his effort to better understand the world in which he was now living, Draco had taken to reading muggle books, both fiction and nonfiction. He was especially tickled by muggle versions of magic and fantasy. However, he stuck mainly to biographies and novels representing the muggle world realistically.

Harry and Draco perused the shop separately, then met back up in the small sitting area.

Harry tilted his head to the side in order to read the cover of the book Draco had picked out.

“Who’s Dave Brubeck?” Harry asked.

Draco smiled. “I don’t know. That’s why I’m going to read it,” he said in his best smart-arse tone. “It was in a section of jazz musicians. There were a lot of books about him, so I figured it might be someone I should know about.” Draco shrugged.

“Are you interested in jazz music?”

“It’s a relatively new diversion,” Draco answered. “What do you have there?” He pointed to a book Harry was holding.

Harry tried to cover it up. “Nothing. I’m just browsing.”

Draco reached out to try and snatch the book, but Harry was quicker and put it behind his back.

“You know my arms are longer than yours, Potter,” Draco said playfully. “And I’m not above accosting you in the middle of this shop.”

Harry was trying to decide whether or not to call Draco’s bluff, when Draco took a step closer. Not wanting to draw attention to himself, Harry handed the book over.

Trying his best not to smirk, and failing miserably, Draco thumbed through the book.

“Were you going to learn how to cook?”

“I know how to cook some things. I had to make breakfast for my aunt and uncle all the time. Eggs and bacon, mostly. And coffee. Uncle Vernon liked coffee.”

“I think this book may be too advanced to start with. Let’s go find a better one.” Draco took Harry’s hand and led him through the bookshop, following the hanging sign over the cooking section.

Harry’s heart sped up at Draco’s touch and he felt a tightening in his chest that wasn’t altogether unpleasant. If nobody knew they were a couple before, they did now. As the pair walked past shelves and customers, Harry glanced at the faces for reaction. The only places Harry had exhibited any sort of homosexual behavior was in pubs where everybody did. Or in the studio.

To his surprise, most people didn’t even seem to notice. One man did sneer, and a little girl asked her mum why two boys were holding hands. But generally, there was not much of a reaction.

As they reached the section they were looking for, Draco let go of Harry’s hand. Harry held tight, though, causing Draco to stop and turn to him.

Harry smiled and squeezed Draco’s hand before letting go. Draco scanned the books, searching for something with basic techniques and simple recipes. There were many from which to choose. He found that he was looking forward to spending time in the kitchen with Harry. Almost as much as he was looking forward to spending time in the bedroom with him. Draco felt his face get hot at the thought.

“Let’s get that book,” Harry suggested, pointing to the book in Draco’s hand.

“Why this one?”

“If whatever is in that book can make Draco Malfoy blush, I can’t wait to try the recipes,” Harry grinned.

“Um, I was thinking about something else,” Draco stammered.

“Me, I hope,” Harry whispered.

Draco laughed and shook his head at Harry’s conceit. Even if Draco was thinking about Harry. “How well is your kitchen stocked? Do you have the basics?”

“Um, what do you mean by basics? I have jam, and ketchup, and tea.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “We’ll have to do some shopping later, then.” He put his finger to his lip. “I wonder if I can still remember how to make Dobby’s stew.”

“I’d like that, very much,” Harry said, even though technically, Draco hadn’t offered to make it.

“Maybe for dinner,” Draco said. “Right now I’m getting hungry looking at all these cookbooks. Where should we have lunch?”

They paid for their books and stood outside the bookshop discussing where to go.

“There’s a place not far from here we could go,” Draco told Harry.

“I was sort of hoping we could go back to the same pub we went before.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “More pub food? What about the restaurant from last night? I didn’t get to try it.”

“No. I ate there with someone else.”

“So you won’t take me anywhere you’ve been with someone else?” Draco asked, amused. But Harry’s face remained serious.

“I shouldn’t have stayed. I should have gone with you.”

“I was being childish,” Draco admitted. “You were right, I was jealous. I’ve always been jealous when it comes to you. It’s something I’ll need to work on.”

“Maybe it would help if I didn’t invite other men on our dates,” Harry joked.

“Probably,” Draco agreed. “Is this a date?”

“I suppose we’re beyond dating, huh?” Harry said.

“You’re not even going to buy me a meal before you try and shag me?” Draco feigned being indignant. When Harry laughed, Draco continued. “I mean it. I don’t want this to be just shagging. It has to be different than when we’re working, or it won’t last.”

Taking the unspoken lead, Draco began walking toward the restaurant of his choosing. Harry fell in step with him as he contemplated what Draco had said. He took the bag of books out of Draco’s hand and replaced it with his own hand. Unsure of how Draco would feel about holding his hand so openly, Harry stole a glance his way. He was pleased to see a rather large grin on Draco’s face.

“So where are we going?” Harry finally asked.

“A place I’ve never taken anyone else,” Draco answered, giving Harry a sideways look. It was Harry’s turn to grin foolishly.

They walked along the streets, weaving their way across town. Harry was still a bit self conscious with public displays of affection, and he did notice some people’s gaze travel down to their clasped hands as they passed. But he held fast to Draco’s hand.

Pulling Harry to a stop in front of an unassuming building in a long row of unassuming buildings filled with quaint shops, Draco announced their destination.

“Carlisle’s.” He said it as if it should have some significance for Harry. “You’ve never heard of it?”

“Should I have?” Harry scratched his head.

“Well, yes, actually. I thought you would. It’s, um, a place we can go without feeling conspicuous.”

Feeling particularly dense, Harry shrugged.

Forced to elaborate, Draco told him, “I’ve never been here myself, but it’s rumored to be very liberal.”

Harry still stood uncomprehending.

“It’s a gay hot spot,” Draco finally spelled it out.

“Oh. Why all the subtlety? Are you embarrassed?” Harry asked.

“No, of course not. But going in will be tantamount to announcing ourselves to the local gay community. I wasn’t sure if you were ready for that.”

Harry thought a minute. If they were in Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade, he may have had reservations. Not that there weren’t other gay wizards. There were plenty. Obviously, he already knew about Blaise. And he had remembered seeing more than a few lesbian couples. But he and Draco were two of the most well known wizards of their generation. If not the most well known. For the time being, the wizarding world knew them as enemies.

But they weren’t in Diagon Alley, or Hogsmeade. They were in muggle London. Just a couple of boys hot for each other.

“Let’s go in,” Harry smiled.

Neither of them really knew what to expect. Harry imagined couples slobbering all over each other. Overtly effeminate men, and women with closely cropped hair wearing men's clothing.

To his surprise, the people inside seemed much like Draco and himself. If he hadn’t known the majority of the couples were gay, he wouldn’t necessarily have guessed. The only clue was that out of the fourteen tables, only two were a mix of men and women.

When the hostess, or what Harry thought was the hostess, asked how many in their party, the voice that came out was most definitely male. He was just about the prettiest man Harry had ever seen, including Draco. Prettier than most women as well.

He seated them at a table practically in the middle of the restaurant. Harry felt a bit on display and looked around to see if anyone was watching them. A few heads turned, but Harry chalked it up to the gorgeous man with the unusually light blonde hair siting across from him. Draco attracted attention wherever he went.

Draco didn’t seem to notice any of it. His attention was fixed squarely on Harry. He could tell Harry wasn’t completely comfortable and tried to put him at ease with casual conversation.

“So what looks good?” he asked as he perused the menu.

“You do,” Harry joked. “I don’t think I’m the only one who thinks so.”

Without looking up, Draco retorted, “Hmmm, you sound a bit jealous, Potter.”

Feeling a little more relaxed, Harry looked around again. “I think they should call this place Beautiful People Only. I’ve never seen such a good looking crowd. I’m surprised they let me in,” Harry laughed.

Draco placed his menu down on the table. “Are you implying that I don’t have good taste in men?”

“Well, you have to admit, the man who seated us was prettier than Daphne Greengrass.”

“Daphne Greengrass? Now there’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time. Did you fancy her back at school?” Draco was curious.

“Even the girls thought she was stunning,” Harry said. “No, I didn’t fancy her. I can appreciate beauty, though. The other blokes went on and on about her . . . attributes,” he smiled. “I didn’t. But I didn’t realize why until later.”

“So exactly when did you realize why?” Draco questioned.

A waitress appeared. This time Harry was certain she was a girl. She asked for their order. Both ordered the same--broiled fish and stir fried vegetables with mineral water.

After the waitress left, Draco repeated his question.

“It was you,” Harry told him.

“Me? Really? Are you saying I was the first boy you thought of . . . in that way?” Draco could hardly believe it.

“Truthfully, you were the only one in school. Remember when I told you how distraught I was after using the, uh, Snape’s spell on you? That was the first time I thought about kissing you.” Harry blushed, but kept on with his story. “When I considered all the things I would miss about you---the sparring, the challenge you presented was the first thing that came to mind. But I realized that I would miss simply seeing you sitting at the Slytherin table. I’d miss that unique head of hair, the storm in your eyes, the emotion you brought out in me.” Harry chuckled, “Nobody could piss me off the way you could. I needed that once in a while.”

“I mentally mapped out your face, trying to remember everything I was going to miss, settling finally on your mouth. It had sneered at me, spewed insults my way, and yet it intrigued me. It was crazy, really, insane, wondering how soft your lips were as you lay there, slipping away. I guess I was in shock.”

“I went back to my room after Snape showed up and I was confident that you would survive. At first I cried. Then I thought about everything that went through my head in the lavatory. I knew how I felt, but I couldn’t admit it. Not even to myself. It wasn’t long after that I kissed Ginny instead. I was confused and it wasn’t fair to her.”

“I screwed Pansy three times before I decided it wasn’t for me,” Draco blurted out. “Of course I was a bit younger than you were, so I was doubly confused.”

“How young?” Harry was curious.

“Fourteen.”

Harry’s eyebrows shot up. “Fourteen? You started having sex at fourteen? No wonder you’re so good at it.”

Draco laughed. “That was just with Pansy, and I assure you, I wasn’t any good at it. I didn’t sleep with any boys until Blaise, at seventeen.”

“Did you . . . ? Never mind. It’s none of my business.”

“Did I what?” Draco questioned.

Just then, their waitress reappeared with their drinks and a basket of rolls. “Here you go, loves,” she smiled as she put the Perrier at their places. She glanced at Draco. “You look familiar. Have I served you before?”

Harry gave Draco a mock-suspicious look. “I thought you said you’d never been here,” he teased.

“I haven’t,” Draco protested. He looked up at the server. “You must have me confused with someone else.”

She shrugged. “Perhaps.” But she was still trying to place him. She smiled at Harry. “You’re quite the looker as well. Those eyes. They’re so . . . green. They almost look like . . .” She leaned just a bit closer.

An almost inaudible gasp escaped her lips. Standing up straight, she looked from Harry to Draco, then back again.

“I’ll be right back with your order,” she said curtly and was gone.

“What do you suppose that was about?” Harry asked.

“Maybe she recognized us from some of our films,” Draco suggested.

“You, possibly. But I don’t think anything I’ve done has been distributed yet. And still, her reaction was a bit odd. Don’t you think?”

Draco shrugged. “She’s a woman. Perhaps she was embarrassed that she recognized us from gay porn,” he smiled.

“I suppose. She seemed nervous, though.” Harry’s thoughts began to wander.

Draco’s voice snapped him out of it. “Forget about her. What were you going to ask me before?”

“Oh, I, uh. It really is none of my business,” Harry stammered, blushing slightly.

Keeping his voice low, Draco questioned, “Were you going to ask if I bottomed for Blaise?”

Harry looked around quickly to see if anyone heard Draco. “Sshhh.”

“That’s what you want to know, isn’t it?”

Harry kept quiet. He didn’t really have a right to be jealous of something that happened while Draco was back at school and had no idea Harry fancied him. Even Harry hadn’t admitted that he fancied Draco.

Draco chuckled softly.

“What’s so funny?” Harry asked, pouting a bit.

“That anyone would think Blaise would top.”

Harry smiled. “Yeah, I guess he wasn’t the most aggressive bloke in school. Especially for a Slytherin. A bit of a follower.”

“A bit?” Draco questioned. “He would do anything I told him. Not as blindly as Crabbe and Goyle, mind you. But he was definitely a follower.”

“I always thought it was because he had a thing for you.”

Draco shrugged a shoulder. “Perhaps.” He looked Harry in the eyes. “No.”

“Sorry?”

“The answer to the question that you refused to ask, is no. I never did, not for Blaise.”

“Oh. Just Blaise? Or anyone?”

Picking up his mineral water, Draco answered, “No one.” He quickly took a sip to avoid further explanation. Harry knew not to press the issue. That explained why he assumed Harry would bottom.

Their waitress returned with a tray with salads. Avoiding eye contact, she placed Harry’s plate in front of him.

“Thank you,” he said. She very quickly peeked his way and nodded.

As she began to place Draco’s plate in front of him, the server stared at his arm. Draco noticed that her hand was shaking slightly, the nearer she came to him. Afraid that she would drop the plate, Draco reached out and held it steady. The waitress met Draco’s gaze.

“Are you all right?” he asked her.

“Fine,” her voice cracked. She took up the tray and moved to another table to deliver more salads. Before she left the dining room, she took another look at Harry and Draco. Harry’s back was to her, but Draco saw the expression on her face.

“Harry, I think that girl knows who we are.”

“Who? Our server?” Harry paused. “You don’t mean from the studio, do you?” He put down his fork and stopped eating. “Are you sure?”

“Did you see her hand shaking? She was afraid of me. And I’m fairly certain she was staring at my mark.”

“It is a bit creepy, even somewhat faded. Maybe she was disturbed by it. How could she possibly know what it is?” Harry tried to reassure Draco.

“She’s a witch.”

“Lets’ not jump to conclusions,” Harry said. “How likely is it that we would run into a witch working as a waitress in muggle London?”

Draco raised his eyebrows. “About as likely as you and I running into each other at a smut studio.”

He did have a point.

Harry saw the waitress approaching out of the corner of his eye. Trying to appear nonchalant, he whispered, “She’s coming now.”

Draco resisted the urge to turn around and instead waited for her to approach them. She quickly took food plates from the tray and placed them down, obviously wanting to spend as little time at their table as possible. Her hands weren’t shaking anymore, but she still seemed nervous. Before she could make her getaway, Draco reached out and grabbed her wrist. She gasped.

“I don’t want any trouble,” she muttered.

“I’m not going to give you any,” Draco assured her.

“I know what you are,” she revealed. “I know who you are.” She looked back and forth between the young men, then back to Draco. “What did you do to him?” she asked.

“He’s done nothing to me,” Harry said. “I don’t know who you think---”

“You’re Harry Potter,” she interrupted. “I’ve seen your picture loads of times. You look a little different, but I know it’s you.” She turned to Draco. “I’ve seen yours, too. You’ll go to prison for sure now, if you’re holding him against his will.”

Draco let go of the girl’s arm.

“He’s not holding me against my will,” Harry told her. “I told you, he’s done nothing to me. We’re . . . friends.”

“Bollocks,” she narrowed her eyes. “Everyone knows he hates you.”

“No, I don’t,” Draco broke in. “The war has been over for a long time.”

“Not for all of us,” the girl said.

“Gwaelin! Get back to work,” a voice yelled from the kitchen. Gwaelin turned to leave.

“Wait,” Harry stopped her. “What did you mean by that?”

Gwaelin kept her voice low. “There are some who are still carrying on with the Dark Lord’s ideals. I can’t talk here. I’m off at three. I’ll wait in front of the restaurant, but not long. I have somewhere else to be.” She sped off to the kitchen to retrieve another order.

“We should finish eating, so we can run our errands and be back to meet her.” Harry picked up his fork and began eating his meal.

Draco bit his lip. “Blaise hinted that there was still trouble a while ago. I admit I didn’t pay too much attention to it, thinking it wouldn’t affect me. Not that there was much I could do to help anyway.” Draco paused. “But it may affect you. More precisely, people you know.”

Not liking the sound of that, Harry again stopped eating. He waited for Draco to continue.

“Blaise wrote me some time ago and mentioned a few missing wizard stories in the Prophet. Foul play was suspected in most cases. There were rumors of a handful of Death Eaters and some isolated crimes, mostly vandalism.”

“Surely, the Aurors must be on the case,” Harry said.

“Yes, but this small group of Death Eaters has been particularly elusive.”

“And how does this affect me? Or my friends, specifically?” Harry asked.

“It’s muggle borns that have been targeted. Just like before.”

“Hermione,” Harry said softly. “Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?”

“I’m sorry. Blaise hadn’t brought it up in his last few communications, so I assumed they’d been caught. After seeing that girl’s reaction, I’m guessing not.”

Harry nodded. “That girl, Gwaelin, must be muggle born. Draco, I have to make sure Hermione is okay.”

Nodding in agreement, Draco told him, “You go. I’ll stay and talk to the girl.”

“You don’t mind?”

“No. I understand.”

Harry stood. He was anxious to get to Hermione. “Just have my food wrapped up or something.” Before he left, he put his hand over Draco’s. “This is the second meal that’s been sidetracked. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s all right,” Draco said. “Good luck.” He gave Harry a small smile.”

“Thanks.”

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

Already missing Draco, Harry walked briskly to spot from which to disapparate. He instantly found himself standing in front of Hermione’s building. Nervously approaching the door, he knocked three times.

The door didn’t open right away, and for a moment Harry thought no one was home. When he heard the deadbolt unlock, he suddenly became sweaty with a jittery feeling in his belly. It had been so long since he’d seen Hermione and it hadn’t been on the best of terms.

“Harry!” Hermione squealed. She pulled him inside and hugged him, closing the door behind him. “I’m so glad to see you. How have you been? Where have you been?”

“I’m fine,” he answered. “I was worried about you. I heard news about muggle born wizards disappearing.”

“Yes. It was a bit scary for a while. But the Aurors think they’ve gotten all the Death Eaters responsible now.”

“I guess my information is outdated,” Harry surmised. “Nobody tried to get to you, did they? I’m so sorry I didn’t come sooner.”

Hermione laughed. “With Auror Weasley as my personal bodyguard? They didn’t stand a chance.”

“Ron’s full Auror now? Good for him.” Harry smiled. “We have a lot of catching up to do.”

Hermione led him to the breakfast bar in her kitchen and grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge.

“You look really well, Harry,” Hermione told him genuinely. “Whatever you’ve been up to, it’s been agreeing with you.” She noticed a slight blush bloom across his face and couldn’t resist asking. “What have you been up to?”

Harry had been inwardly debating exactly how much to tell her. He didn’t think she would understand his current lifestyle any better than his former one. Harry decided to be vague yet positive.

“Well, I’ve gotten a job,” he told her enthusiastically. “The hours are great and . . . I’ve made a couple of friends.”

“That’s wonderful. What are you doing?” Hermione asked. He knew she was going to ask, so he was prepared.

“It’s sort of customer service,” Harry replied. He hated lying to her, but in a way, it was a loose interpretation. He was servicing others. “Have you made progress on the House Elves front?”

“The damned buggers are so stubborn. Too many of them claim to enjoy serving their families. It’s been difficult to persuade anyone that they are being treated unfairly.” She sighed in exasperation. “But,” she grinned. “My new crusade is to do away with categorizing of blood status. A wizard is a wizard regardless of his or her family’s status.”

Harry chuckled. “Good luck with that one. I can think of more than a few families that will fight you on that.”

“I’m holding out hope,” she told him. “There were many families in America years ago that swore blacks and whites would never go to school together, or even drink from the same public fountain.”

“Really? That’s silly,” Harry commented. “Why?”

Hermione shrugged. “The same reasons pure blood wizarding families didn’t want us muggle borns attending Hogwarts with their children.”

“Well, like you said, a wizard is a wizard regardless of his family.” Harry hoped Hermione would remember those words when she eventually found out about Draco. “Speaking of wizards, you said the Aurors have caught all the Death Eaters involved with the latest crimes. How can they be sure?”

“We’re pretty sure,” a voice from behind Harry said.

“Ron,” Harry grinned. “Just let yourself in to Hermione’s place these days, eh?” He hugged his friend tightly. Harry hadn’t realized how much he missed his two best friends until he saw them again.

“Hermione didn’t tell you? I moved in a couple of months ago,” Ron said.

“No, she didn’t,” Harry said, giving Hermione a mock-glare.

“Then I suppose she forgot to mention that we’re engaged as well.” This time Ron gave her a mock-glare.

Hermione held out her left hand for Harry to see.

“Congratulations guys. I’m really happy for you.” Harry smiled brightly at them. He knew they’d end up together long before they did.

“I do wish you’d find someone special, Harry,” Hermione sighed. Again, Hermoine’s words caused Harry to blush. Like before, Hermione wasn’t about to let it go. “Is there someone special?”

“Um, well, I, uh . . . “ Harry stammered. He should have known Hermione was going to ask him that.

“Aw, give him a break, Mione,” Ron said. “You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to.”

“I’m not ready to discuss my love life just yet,” Harry admitted bashfully.

Hermione raised her eyebrows. “Love life? Is it that serious?”

“Maybe. No. I don’t know.” Harry was getting flustered. He wanted to stop talking about it before he told them more than he intended.

“Leave ‘im alone,” Ron reprimanded his bride to be. He rolled his eyes at her. “Ever since I asked her to marry me, she’s become obsessed with making sure everyone has a partner. I don’t know how many blind dates she’s set up among her work mates.”

“I appreciate your interest, Hermione. Really, I do. But I can figure it out. Either it will work out, or it won’t.”

“I just want you to be happy,” Hermione smiled.

“I am,” Harry said. “Living in the muggle world has been less complicated.”

“You do look a hell of a sight better than the last time we saw you,” Ron pointed out. “How did you find out about the Death Eaters, anyway? Last I heard, the Daily Prophet doesn’t deliver anywhere in the muggle world.”

“Yeah, right. We were at a restaurant and the server recognized us. She was hiding from the Death Eaters.” Harry paused. “I wonder how many of the missing are simply hiding.”

“Harry, is your new man a wizard?” Hermione asked.

“What? Why would you ask that?”

“You just said your server recognized you.”

“Well, I am fairly recognizable to many wizards,” Harry said in a faux smug tone.

“No, you said the server recognized ‘us’, implying that she knew the person you were with as well.”

Damn Hermione and her attention to detail.

“Uh, yes.” Omitting or stretching the truth was one thing. Harry had a hard time lying directly to her.

“How’d you manage that? What are the odds of meeting up with another wizard living among the muggles?”

“Yes,” Harry said. “It was quite surprising.” Wishing to change the subject, Harry continued to tell them about the waitress. “Anyway, the girl, Gwaelin, I think her name was, said she was in hiding. Ironically, she may be counted among the disappearances.”

Ron recalled a name similar to that on the list of missing witches. “She may be. I’ll check into that. But she should be able to return.”

“Hopefully,” Hermione chimed in, “Many of the missing have simply gone underground and not murdered.”

“Fortunately, only two are confirmed dead,” Ron informed Harry.

“What about the rest of the Death Eaters and, um, former Death Eaters?” Harry questioned. “I mean, they can’t all have been involved, right?”

“A few have claimed to be reformed,” Ron said skeptically. “Vincent Crabbe’s father did a complete turnaround since his son’s death. Malfoy tried to, but no one’s listening.”

“What?” Harry seemed a bit panicked.

Hermione rested her hand over his. “Don’t worry, Harry. The Ministry is keeping a close eye on Lucius.”

“Lucius?” Harry was relieved that they only meant Draco’s father. He tried not to show it too much.

“Yeah, Besides nobody’s seen much of the ferret since his father went to Azkaban and the family lost everything. His mum either,” Ron said.

The ferret. Harry felt a pang of guilt at that. He and his friends could be just as cruel as Draco and his gang.

“Really Ron? Aren’t you a bit old to be name calling?” Harry didn’t know why he said that. It was only going to raise suspicions.

“What should I call him?” Ron asked sarcastically.

“How about Malfoy? Or Draco. I wouldn’t expect him to call you Weasel anymore either.”

“What’s got your knickers in a bunch, mate?” Ron asked.

“Nothing. I’m just tired of fighting. Aren’t you? I just want to put the past behind me.”

“No, mate, I’m not tired of fighting. That’s why I became an Auror. I’ll always fight for what’s right.” Ron gave Harry a good, hard look. “You sure have changed.”

“I suppose I have,” Harry said quietly.

“Well, it’s a good change,” Hermione told him. “You seem . . . at peace.”

Yes, Harry was at peace. He hadn’t felt so content in his whole life.

The former Golden Trio talked for hours while Hermione provided supper with her muggle cooking skills. It was still her preferred way to cook.

They reminisced and talked wedding plans. Harry, of course would be best man. And he would be expected to bring his new young man. Speaking of whom, now that Harry knew Hermione was safe, he wanted to get back to said young man.

“I think I ought to get back,” Harry said. “It’s been really great catching up.”

“Can we visit you sometime? I’d love to see how you manage in a muggle flat,” Hermione chuckled.

“I’d like that.” Harry hugged her tightly.

“Don’t be a stranger, mate,” Ron said as he clapped Harry on the back.

“Yeah, we’ll get together soon. Maybe next week?” Harry suggested.

“Owl us when you want to get together,” Hermione said.

“Oh. I don’t have an owl. I’ll give you my mobile number.”

“You have one of those?” Ron asked.

Harry shrugged. “Doesn’t everyone?”

“Give us your address as well, so we can owl you.” Hermione proposed.

Harry did, and left his friends. He missed them dearly and was pleased the get-together went so well. They seemed to have fallen comfortably right back into the old friendship. But Harry was anxious to get back to his new life. Never in a million years, did he imagine his life unfolding as it had. He practically skipped to a secluded place from which to disapparate.
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