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The Dragon Queen\'s Chosen	By : BlackDawnRose Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3152 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Late Night Visitations
The next few weeks flew by for Harry. The mornings all started with either himself or Draco waking the other with a kiss before Elsie brought them breakfast in bed. The morning was spent teaching Harry how to use his jewels and Draco was an excellent teacher. Lunch was always out in the garden, then the boys would spend a few hours talking about blood history and the code of honour before learning a new spell, or practicing one they'd already learnt but needed more time to perfect, whether it be jewelled magic or wand magic. Harry liked those times, because when they were practicing wand magic he occasionally got a chance to teach Draco or help him learn something. They'd watch the sunset before heading in for dinner, which they usually ate at the table by candlelight and discussed any questions they had about what they'd learnt that day.
The evenings were spent reading so Draco wouldn't get behind in his own study, which was more advanced than what Harry was learning at the moment. Sometimes Draco read out loud if he thought the topic would either interest or be of use to Harry. Other times Harry either read over the things they'd learnt that day or read about what he'd be learning the following day. Finally they'd switch out the lights and snuggle up together in bed, drifting off to sleep in each other's arms.
It was a lovely routine and Harry enjoyed every minute of it, he'd never had so much fun learning things in his life.
The routine was interrupted unexpectedly one night when Harry awoke to the sound of Draco's bedroom door slowly creaking open. Draco's arms were wrapped around him so Harry knew it wasn't him and Elsie would have just popped into the room if she wanted Draco for some reason. Harry had lost his wand the night he was attacked and hadn't had a chance to get a new one so he focused his energy on creating a shield around himself and Draco while he thought about what he should do.
As soon as the shield snapped into place he heard the footsteps pause, a curious thing in itself since Draco had taught him that only those who wore jewels could feel a shield being created.
Draco had been teaching Harry to recognise others with the use of psychic probes, something the jewelled blood used quite often to ascertain who someone was, what their cast was, what jewel they wore and what their intentions were. The person being scanned could block their thoughts with the use of the their own jewel, however, much like Legilimency, if the person scanning was stronger and better trained than the person being scanned they could break through those mental shields and cause the person a great amount of mental damage if they chose to.
An initial scan however didn't hurt the other person, they would be aware of being scanned but it would cause them no harm and being as Harry was so new to the blood and their casts it was the easiest way to determine what rank and caste a person was as well as whether they meant him harm. The person being scanned could decide if they wanted to be open about their intentions or hide them, they could also use the psychic probe to open up a line of communication between themselves and the person scanning them or simply create one of their own.
Having been on the receiving end of Severus' training in Legilimency the blood's psychic abilities had come to him with a little more ease than it would to someone who'd had no previous psychic training and while he wasn't anywhere near as good as Draco yet, he could perform an initial assessment of someone with relative ease. He did so now, reaching out to the currently unknown mind.
Witch … jewel stronger than his but not by much … young … no hostile intent, but wariness and caution.
"Who are you?" the female voice came into his head and Harry felt her scanning him in return.
"You're the one entering my bedroom, perhaps you should be the first to answer that question," Harry returned her question.
He felt her pause before anger filled the link between them. "This room is Draco's not yours," the voice snarled.
"Which Draco has invited me into willingly," Harry responded, "I'm not sure if the same applies to you, so I ask again, who are you?"
He felt her pause once more and her attention turned to Draco who was still sleeping soundly beside him. He felt her scan the sleeping Malfoy before her attention returned to Harry and she grudgingly replied, "Astoria Greengrass."
Draco's best friend. No wonder she was so wary of Harry, she'd been looking out for her friend. "Oh, I apologise then, I'm Harry. We should wake up Draco, he's been worried sick about you," he replied.
"Watch your eyes," Astoria directed a few moments before a ball of witch light appeared illuminating the room. Witch light was another thing Draco had taught Harry quite early on. It was a glowing ball of energy that took very little magic to create and could be used to light an area for as long as the caster needed. It could be made larger to suit the size of the space it was lighting or made to shine longer with very little magic. It was a good deal more efficient than candle light in that it could be made to hover wherever the caster wanted, meaning if you were reading a book the light could be made just big enough to illuminate the page and made to hover right above the book so there was no shadow. Harry loved it.
The ball Astoria conjured went sailing up to the ceiling and when Harry's eyes finally adjusted he got his first proper look at the young girl. She was medium height with a slight build, chocolate brown hair and hazel eyes. Harry returned his attention to her face just in time to see her finishing a similar scan of him and bring her own gaze back to his.
"You're Harry Potter aren't you?" she asked, her gaze traveling to his scar.
Harry nodded cautiously and Astoria studied him for a moment before asking, "How long has this been going on?" and flicking her gaze to the sleeping Malfoy.
"A couple of weeks," Harry replied.
Astoria nodded and opened her mouth to speak again only to close it when Draco stirred. She approached the bed and knelt down so she was close to the ice prince. "Draco," she said his name softly.
"Storia?" the blonde mumbled, his gunmetal eyes sliding open to look up at the girl.
"Yeah, it's me," she replied and Harry saw tears starting to sparkle in her lovely, hazel eyes.
Draco's brow furrowed and for several moments he just looked at her as if he wasn't sure who she was. Then, as if a spell had hit him, his eyes widened in shock and he sat up in bed reaching out to pull her into his arms. "Astoria, mother night you're here, you're okay," he said the relief evident in his voice.
"Dray…Dray I…" Astoria trailed off her body trembling as she held him back. "I'm so glad to see you, I've missed you so much," she said and Harry could hear the start of tears in her voice. "I didn't know if I'd ever see you again."
"Where have you been?" Draco asked not letting her go. "We've been so worried about you; my mum's been looking for your family since the start of the summer."
"We were on the run," Astoria replied. "The Aurors, they were after us and we had to get away."
"Why?" Draco asked, "What happened?"
Astoria took a deep, shaky breath, most likely to compose herself before she replied. "My father was on a mission for the ministry a few weeks ago and he saw a group of Aurors kill an innocent wizard. He didn't know if they'd seen him, but he apparated back home as quickly as he could, knowing that if they had they'd come after us. As soon as he got back he grabbed mother and I and took us away to one of the safe houses his family created years ago. An hour after we left the house was raided, they destroyed everything we owned and when they couldn't find us anywhere they burnt our house to the ground," Astoria explained tearfully. "All we managed to save were a few books and photos, a family heirloom or two, everything else is gone," she finished.
Pulling back from the young girl Draco pulled her over to sit on the bed before calling in a bottle of soothing tonic and a glass. He poured a glass of the tonic for the still trembling girl and handed it to her before calling in a blanket and throwing it around her shoulders.
"I'll be back in a minute okay," the young Malfoy informed her before kissing her forehead and slipping out of the room. Astoria nodded, sipping her drink silently as tears slipped from her eyes.
Harry felt awful for the poor, young girl. She and her family had lost everything and from the looks of it she'd had to come all the way here, from wherever she'd been, on her own. She must have been terrified.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly.
Astoria nodded as more tears ran down her cheeks. After a few seconds of silence her gaze moved to Harry's and she just looked at him for several moments before she seemed to change her mind and shook her head instead.
He gave her an understanding smile and crawled over to sit beside her before holding out an arm in invitation. Those hazel eyes studied him closely once more and just when he was about to lower his arm she slid closer to his side and leant into him, resting her head on his shoulder. He held her tightly to his side running a soothing hand up and down her arm.
"You have a soothing presence, Harry," she said softly and not being quite sure how to respond to that Harry thanked her.
Draco re-entered the room a few moments later and Harry saw the young Slytherin appraise their position on the bed before moving to Astoria's other side and dropping gracefully down beside her.
"Elsie's cleaning your room out for you," the young Malfoy told her softly as he slipped an arm around her and leant his cheek against hers.
"Thank you," she replied softly, her hand reaching out to grasp his free one. "We wanted to contact you," Astoria whispered after a few moments of silence. "We wanted to send word to you about what had happened, but we didn't want anyone to come after your family because of us. We stayed hidden until your mum found us yesterday."
"She did find you?" Draco asked perking up slightly. "Was she all right?"
Astoria nodded. "Yeah, she was fine," she reassured the blonde. "She gave me a portkey and sent me here to spend the rest of the summer with you since you were alone…" she trailed off and her gaze moved to Harry for a moment. "Although I guess you're not," she said with a small smile. "I wanted to stay with my parents but they told me to go, they said that if I wasn't with them they'd be able to hunt the Aurors that were after us and stop them so we'd be safe again," Astoria continued sadly. "I didn't want to leave, but I understand why they wanted me to go. They wanted to protect me and I'd only be in the way right now. You mum is going to stay and help them, that makes me feel a bit better but … I'm sorry, Dray, it means she's in danger now too," the girl finished looking guilty.
"It's not your fault," Draco reassured the brunette. "They're all very clever, powerful, resourceful people, I'm sure they'll be fine," he reassured her
She nodded looking down at her hands. "I know," she replied.
"Do you want to go to bed? Elsie should be done by now," Draco asked.
Astoria nodded, but Harry could sense hesitation in her. She was obviously scared and probably didn't want to be on her own.
"Or you can stay in here with us, I mean the bed's definitely big enough and already warm," Harry offered.
Two sets of surprised eyes turned to look at him before Astoria's changed to a grateful expression. "Are you sure?" she asked, although Harry could tell she was just being polite, "I don't want to intrude."
"It's fine," Harry reassured her, "As long as Draco doesn't mind of course," he finished looking over at the blonde questioningly.
Draco was still looking at him in surprise, but he quickly shook his head. "No, I don't mind at all," he replied with a smile. "Would you like to have a shower before you go to bed?" he offered the girl.
"It'd be nice, if you don't mind?" she asked.
He shook his head once more. "No, it's fine, I'll have Elsie bring in some of your clothes and you know where the towels are," he replied motioning to his bathroom doorway. Astoria thanked him before slipping off the bed and heading for the bathroom.
Once she was in the other room with the door shut Draco asked Elsie to take the things Astoria needed in to her before turning worried eyes to Harry.
"Harry, are you sure you're going to be all right with this? I mean, I know she's a girl, but you haven't had anyone except me near you since…that night and-"
Harry cut the blonde off with a gentle kiss before pulling away with a smile. "I'm not going to lie, this is going to be exceptionally weird for me and I'm not overly fond of the idea of sharing you, or our bed, with anyone," he admitted. "But Astoria needs you right now. She's alone and she's scared and you should be there for her. I'll live, don't worry about me all right," he reassured the blonde kissing him once more.
"All right," Draco agreed after they parted. "But if it gets too weird for you let me know, okay," he instructed.
Harry nodded, "Okay," he acquiesced.
Draco nodded once more before a small smile appeared on his face.
"What?" Harry asked confused.
"You do realized that you just called this our bed don't you?" Draco asked his smile widening.
Harry thought back over what he'd just said before realizing that Draco was right. He felt himself blush profusely and hid his face in his hands, feeling like the biggest idiot on the planet.
"Oh, Merlin!" he groaned in embarrassment.
He heard Draco chuckle before the blonde's arms slipped around him, pulling him close to the Slytherin's perfect body. "There's no need to be embarrassed, love," he assured Harry pulling at his hands until he moved them from in front of his face. He then took Harry's face in his own hands and tilted it up so Harry was looking at him. "I like that description, it's quite apt," he whispered, gazing at Harry adoringly.
Harry gazed back at him, feeling himself being drawn into the gunmetal depths of Draco's beautiful eyes. He slipped his hands up to grasp the Slytherin's shirt and whispered, "Draco."
"Hmm," the blonde replied quietly.
"Kiss me."
Draco brought his lips down to Harry's and kissed him with a slow sensuality that made Harry's heart race and filled him with a longing he'd never felt before. He'd kissed Draco several times over the last few weeks, but his body had never reacted the way it was at that moment. Draco's kisses usually made him feel calm, safe, loved, this one made Harry crave the feeling of the Slytherin's hands on his body.
He almost groaned in annoyance when Draco pulled back and pressed his face against Harry's, breathing heavily. "Draco," Harry whispered breathlessly. "I felt-"
"I know; I sensed it" the Malfoy whispered in reply. ""We need to talk about this when we have some time alone, all right?" he asked.
Harry nodded, tightening his grip on Draco's shirt. "All right," he agreed, suddenly quite annoyed with himself that he'd made Astoria the offer to stay with them. He took a few deep breaths before pulling away from the blonde and moving over to the other side of the bed. Right now he needed some distance to give his body a chance to calm down.
"Harry," Draco said his name quietly and Harry could hear the worry in his tone.
"It's okay," he reassured the blonde quietly, "Nothing's wrong, I just need a little distance at the moment," he explained with a reassuring smile.
The look on Draco's face told him the Slytherin didn't believe him. "Harry-"
He was interrupted by Astoria's return from the bathroom. "I feel better now," the girl said with a sigh. She headed over to the bed, not mentioning if she noticed anything off about the mood in the room or the boys' positions on the bed. "Um, where do you want me to sleep?" she asked hesitantly.
Harry gave the girl a reassuring smile. "Why don't you climb in on the other side of Draco," he suggested. "I'm just going to grab some water and I'll be back," he said slipping off the bed and heading toward the door. He couldn't climb into bed with Draco and Astoria right now, he was feeling too wound up.
"Is everything okay?" Astoria asked worriedly. "If my being here bothers you I can go to the other room," she offered.
Harry shook his head, "No, it's fine. You're not a bother of any sort, honestly, I just need some water. I'll be back up soon all right," he reassured the girl before heading out into the hallway and making his way down to the kitchen. He found a glass and filled it with water, taking a long drink and swallowing before closing his eyes and taking several deep breaths. He'd never reacted like that to anyone or anything in his life. Was it a sign that he was healing from the horrible assault he'd endured or was it something different entirely? He stood there mulling over it for several minutes before deciding he wasn't going to come up with any answers until he'd had a chance to speak to Draco the following morning.
Finishing the glass Harry left it on the sink and headed out of the kitchen intent on going back to bed now that his body had calmed down. Halfway to the stairs however, Harry realised that he was quite awake after all of his musing and therefore going to bed was probably pointless. He decided he'd take a walk to clear his head and headed toward the manor's front door.
He grabbed his cloak which was hanging on a hook in the foyer, threw it on and opened the door, heading outside into the cool night air. He wandered around the yard for a while, enjoying the serenity of the evening and marvelling at how beautiful the grounds looked in the moonlight. After a few minutes he reached the swinging chairs and sat down on the one closest to the manor wondering if there was anything constructive he could to with his time while he was enjoying the evening.
Inspiration suddenly hit him and he called in a piece of parchment and a self-inking quill along with a lap desk Draco kept in his room. He could occupy his time writing a letter to Sirius. He couldn't tell him what he was doing or where he was, but as least it would give him something to do for a while.
He studied the lap desk as it appeared in his hands. Outside of creating balls of witchlight having the ability to call in items was the most useful skill he'd learnt during his training with the jewels. Like Accio you could bring items to you, but unlike accio the item didn't just fly into you after finding a path through all the obstacles in between it and you. The jewels could store items for you and how much they could store depended on how dark our jewel was. If you wanted you could store things in your jewels and call them in when you needed them, otherwise you could vanish an item into your jewel and then call it to you. It was a lot easier and didn't involve the impact accio caused.
By the time he'd finished the letter he was still quite awake so he decided to write a letter to Remus as well. He thought about writing to Ron but the other boy wouldn't be able to reply anyway as he didn't know where Harry was and Romania was too far to send Hedwig, the poor bird would die. He wished he could write to Hermione, as he knew the poor girl would be as miserable over the summer as Harry normally was, but knew he couldn't. Last time Hedwig had been anywhere near the house Hermione's little brother had shot at her with a shanghai, and if by some miracle Hermione had managed to convince her parents to send her to Summer school for the holidays as she'd wanted, an owl turning up with a letter for her would only raise suspicion with the other students in the class.
He was sad for Hermione, her home life was barely any better than Harry's. Her parents barely looked at her, but doted like crazy over her bastard of a younger brother while emotionally abusing Hermione every chance they got. If Harry could he would take her away from them, but he doubted Draco would agree to that, he'd never particularly liked the girl and they'd more than likely just grate on each other.
He wondered how this was all going to go when they got back to school. Would he be able to tell his friends about Draco or would it be better to keep it to himself?
He brushed that thought aside, he'd have to talk to Draco before he made any decisions and it was far too late at night to be pondering over such things anyway. He finished his letter to Remus, adding a note at the bottom that Hedwig would come back his way in a day and for the other man to give his reply directly to her so Harry would definitely get it. He then whistled to call the owl to him and she soared down in a graceful flap of snow white wings, landing on his outstretched arm.
He pet her feathers a couple of times before holding up the letters. "This one has to go to Remus," he told her holding up Remus' letter, "And this one to Sirius," he instructed holding up the other. "Take Remus' letter to him first before continuing on to Sirius. Wait for a reply from Sirius then head back to Remus so he can give you his reply. Come home after that, okay. Do you understand?" he asked.
Hedwig gave him a hoot of understanding before allowing Harry to tie the letters onto her legs. When he was done she leant into his hand for one last pat before taking flight in the direction of Remus' house. Harry watched her go for a moment before vanishing the writing supplies and heading back inside to try and get some sleep.
On his way up to the bedroom his thoughts drifted to Sirius and Remus. With Sirius being on the most wanted list they barely got a chance to spend any time together. Harry could only imagine how hard it was for them, particularly as it hadn't been all that long since Sirius escaped Azkaban and they'd spent years apart while he was in there. The pair were sickeningly in love, and it hurt Harry to think that they couldn't be together. They both told him they were fine but…
He reached the bedroom and opened the door just enough to slip inside. As he closed it behind him he noticed a small ball of witchlight floating above the bed and illuminating its occupants. Draco was lying on his back with one arm holding Astoria to his side and the other gently stroking her hair. The girl herself appeared to be asleep.
Harry squashed the small surge of jealousy he felt at seeing them lying together like that; reminding himself of all the times he'd snuggled up next to Hermione on the couch in the Gryffindor common room. It hadn't meant anything, they were just friends and Draco and Astoria were no different.
"Hey," the blonde boy greeted him softly as he neared the bed.
"Hey," Harry greeted back vanishing his cloak that he hadn't noticed he was still wearing until then.
"Are you okay?" the young Malfoy asked and Harry could hear the concern in his voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he replied as Draco pulled back the covers in invitation. "Were you waiting up for me? You didn't have to," he asked slipping in beside the Slytherin.
"I was worried," Draco replied as Harry scooted over to him. "I would have come out but you needed to be alone, I could sense that. I was keeping an eye on you though, through the jewel, monitoring your moods to make sure you were okay. You had some interesting ones in there, a lot of sadness and worry, are you sure you're okay?" he asked.
Harry smiled at the obvious concern on his boyfriend's face and leant up to kiss Draco softly on the cheek. "I'm fine," he replied with a soft smile settling down beside the other boy. Astoria had her head on Draco's other shoulder and her hand resting on his chest so Harry settled himself on the other side of Draco's chest, wrapping his arm around the blonde's waist instead. "Good night, walking, talking, Slytherin pillow," he said with a grin.
Draco chuckled slightly. "Goodnight beautiful," he replied kissing Harry's hair and holding him close. It didn't take long for Harry to fall asleep.
XX
Harry and Draco awoke at their usual time the following morning and moved quietly through their morning ritual so as not to wake Astoria before heading out of the room to begin their day. They were out under Harry's favourite tree, feeding each other breakfast, picnic style, when Astoria emerged from inside the house and headed toward them. Harry had just managed to get syrup on Draco's nose and the two were chuckling about the messiness of feeding another person while Draco spelled the syrup away with his wand.
"It is weird using wand magic when you have your jewels?" Harry asked.
"A little, I spend so much time while I'm on holidays using my jewels and learning new jewelled spells because it's the only time I really can without arousing suspicion. Then I go back to Hogwarts and have to go back to only using my wand, it's a little odd. When I was younger my parents would make sure I started revising my wand magic from the previous year, or learning new wand spells, a fortnight before we went back so I was comfortable using it again. I won't lie; you're probably going to find it really hard when we go back. The only thing I can suggest is doing what I used to do, no jewelled magic for the last little while before going back to school. Thankfully we have a little while before that day arrives," Draco replied cleaning away the rest of the syrup.
The blood didn't have a cleaning spell as efficient as those used in Harry's world, not for a person anyway, which was why Draco was spelling away the syrup with his wand. Harry asked why they'd never created one, but Draco had just shrugged and said he guessed it just hadn't been particularly high on their list of priorities and Harry had to agree with him; there were definitely more important things to invent spells for. Harry however was definitely grateful that the wizards of this world had thought to invent one; it had come in quite handy for Harry and his friends over the years.
The pair looked round when they felt Astoria's energy approaching and smiled in greeting.
"Morning, Astoria," the pair greeted brightly in tandem.
This made her pause and study them with a mixture of curiosity and caution, "That's more than a little freaky you know," she told them, causing the pair to chuckle before Harry invited her to join them.
"Are you sure? I don't want to intrude," she asked.
"It's not like we're doing anything you'd be intruding on," Draco replied. "We've already worked out that breakfast isn't the best meal to feed to each other."
"And if we hadn't we could just as easily have covered you in syrup," Harry added with a chuckle bring answering chuckles from Draco and Astoria.
The brunette sat down across from the pair and Draco invited her to help herself to some of the food the house elves had laid out. There were pancakes with maple syrup, fresh fruit, toast, scones and several different types of jam. There was also tea and coffee as well as several varieties of juice. Astoria grabbed a couple of scones with apricot jam and some coffee before settling down on the rug to enjoy it.
The rest of breakfast was taken in silence as each teen sat on the rug, seemingly lost in their own thoughts. Harry pondered what the next few weeks may hold now that there were three of them in the house and wondered if the other two were thinking the same.
When they were done eating Astoria spoke, breaking the silence. "So, I see you've joined our ranks," she stated, her gaze wandering to the summer sky jewel hanging around Harry's neck. "I have to admit I was wondering when Draca would introduce us to some more of her chosen," Astoria continued. "How long have you been one of us?"
"Only a couple of weeks, so it's all still quite new to me," he replied. "Which jewel are you up to now?
"Opal," she replied calling in her jewels for Harry to see.
"They're lovely," he complimented and she thanked him quietly.
"So, Harry Potter, I have to admit I never thought I'd get a chance to meet you. What's it like being the saviour of the wizarding world? Do you like being the hero or does it drive you a little bonkers?" She asked
"Actually it sucks," he replied, being brutally honest with how he felt about the whole thing for the first time in his life. "I honestly hate all of the attention I get, but there's nothing I can do to stop it, people just ignore me when I ask them not to be like that."
Harry sighed, "So many people want to be famous, but none of them realise what fickle thing fame is. I'm not just everyone's hero, I'm also everyone's scapegoat, and whenever something goes wrong they immediately look at me as if I'm the cause. Honestly, I don't know which of the two is worse; the expectation that I'll save everyone if Voldamort ever rises again, or the constant suspicion that I'm the god damned antichrist." Harry stopped then, suddenly realising he was whining about this to a complete stranger who he was positive didn't want to hear it. Still, she had asked the question and she was one of Draca's chosen, she deserved the truth.
Astoria gave him a sad smile, "Yeah, I never imagined a life like that would be easy. How do you keep yourself sane with all of the constant attention?" she asked.
"I have a couple of really good friends who I can always count on, which really helps, and honestly, Draco had been a big help over the years too," Harry replied honestly.
"I have?" Draco asked surprised and Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the confusion on the blonde's lovely face.
"Yes, actually you have," he replied. "I mean, I know we never got along and spent most of our time sniping at each other, but at least I always knew where I stood with you. You didn't pretend to be my friend one minute just to turn around and hate me the next. We had a consistent, antagonistic relationship, and as weird as it sounds for me to say, consistency is something I really need in my life to keep me grounded; whether that consistency is positive or not."
Draco studied him for a moment before asking, "Are you a masochist, Potter?"
Harry laughed, "No, I much prefer the relationship we have now and there's absolutely nothing masochistic about it," he replied leaning forward to give the ice prince a chaste kiss.
"So do I," Draco replied when Harry pulled back, his lovely, gunmetal eyes shining with so much sincerity that Harry just had to kiss him again.
"Awww, now you two are just plain sickening," Astoria interjected causing Harry and Draco to laugh. "I'm sorry I crashed your holidays, I imagine you were probably planning to spend them together and I've just spoilt the whole thing," she said apologetically.
"Oh no, it's fine," Harry replied. "We've had plenty of time together over the last couple of weeks, not many couples get that when they're first starting out. Besides, it'll be nice to have a chance to get to know Draco's best friend," he finished with a smile.
Astoria returned his smile, "Well, in that case." she raised her coffee cup in salute, "To an enjoyable rest of the summer."
"Hear, hear," Harry and Draco replied touching their own cups to hers.
XX
End of chapter
So there you have it, you've heard a little more about the blood's magic and Astoria has arrived. I know she's supposed to be at Hogwarts with Draco but she hasn't been. Daphne is going to be there but she and Astoria are going to be cousins in this version and not sisters.
I hope you enjoyed the update and if you'd like to review I'd love to hear what you think.
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