Merlin, Potter, I wonder if Uncle Voldie knows you’re this easy. I ought to tell him.
Don’t bother! I’ll tell him myself when I go after those chocolates! …And I can’t believe you just referred to Lord Voldemort as “Uncle Voldie.” I ought to tell him you’re calling him that next time we have a showdown.
You’re due for another in a couple of months, aren’t you?
Funny springtime angries up his blood. Although, I technically got an Uncle Voldie break in third year. I dealt with my godfather that year.
Oh yeah. I had forgotten that. Still, five out of six years is pretty impressive.
Yeah, I’m the man.
Oh do stop flexing your pathetic excuse for muscles.
Class is almost over, thank whoever I pray to.
Meet me later tonight?
Of course.
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On parchment that works exactly like instant messaging:
Meet me at the usual place tonight? It’s our last chance for a long while.
I’ll be there.
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Are you all right?
I’m fine. Of course I’m fine. I’m Harry Potter.
How *could* I have forgotten? Any special plans for your birthday, then?
Just a dinner party.
Have fun.
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Well done, Draco Malfoy.
What?
That huge bloody package, that’s what. And then when I opened it…I could’ve killed you in that moment. What made you think that was an okay thing to send to the Burrow!!
Oh my God, I think I’m going to die laughing. I wish, for once in my life, that Colin Creevey had been around. The look on your face must have been simply priceless.
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I’m leaving soon. I won’t be able to write as often.
I know.
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You there, scarhead? …No? Well, I’m terribly bored. This undercover business isn’t nearly as exciting as James Bond makes it look.
How do you know about James Bond?
Oh goody! You can keep me entertained! And I’ve been watching muggle television for as long as I can remember. I do have some far out cousins, you know.
Tonks is certainly an interesting character.
I still can’t believe she married Professor Lupin.
Yeah, that’s a bit weird. Oops – must run.
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Ron’s gone. I feel a bit sick.
(after several hours)
What do you mean he’s gone? …Blast, I must’ve missed you.
No, I’m here. I was looking after Hermione. She’s, well, being very tough about it which means she’s torn up on the inside, or something like that. Anything interesting going on over there?
Of course I can’t tell you one way or the other. Do be careful, though. The Snatchers are getting more and more aggressive.
Watch yourself, Malfoy. I can take care of things over here.
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Am bored. You there, Malfoy?
Yes, actually. Anything of interest from your neck of the woods?
Not a thing. Why else would I be bored?
Good point.
How are you over there?
I’m fairing as well as I can. How’s the Ron situation?
Hermione and I don’t even say his name. She’s still taking it really hard. Gotta go – something’s making noises out there.
Where? What kind of noises? Harry?
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Ron’s back. He brought a radio with him. Heard someone I knew.
Knew? You still know them, you maudlin thing.
I feel very disconnected from the world. I think Ron feels similarly; I think that’s why he tried so hard to get the radio to work.
The Weasel? Feelings? Does not compute.
Oh do shut up. He’s as human as you or I.
The Weasel? Human? System overloading!
I wish I could laugh out loud at you, but I don’t want the others to know about this.
Oooh, am I still your dirty little secret, Potter?
No, you’re my dirty little whore.
Wit doesn’t suit you, you know.
It was worth a try.
Yes, it did make me laugh. Good job keeping me from dying of complete boredom.
The radio is on right now. I can hear some muggle song on it right now, and if I peek around the doorway, I can see Ron and Hermione dancing to it.
What’s the song?
I don’t know, but I keep hearing the line, “I only wanna be with you.”
I wish I was there to dance with you.
Me too.
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Thank you.
You owe me so much for that.
I know.
What the fuck did you do to get caught?
Said his name. How are you? Are you all right?
Yes, I’m fine, if a little shaken. Father’s raged at me for not being able to recognize my most beloved enemy.
I’m so sorry.
How is Granger? I thought I saw her get cut. Are Luna and Ollivander well?
Yes, everyone’s well enough. Dobby died. We buried him.
Dobby the house elf?
Yes, the one of yours I freed when I was twelve. That dagger Bellatrix threw – he took it for me.
I’m sorry for you Harry.
Thanks.
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Wish me luck! You’ll see why in the papers tomorrow afternoon!
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Are you absolutely daft? Fucking twat.
(after a few hours)
Mission accomplished.
Well done, Ethan Hunt. What were you after? And what did you do with the dragon?
Can’t tell you; set her free.
You…set…a…dragon…free…
Sure did.
Of course you did. You’re Harry Potter, after all.
That’s right. I’m Harry fucking Potter.
Yes, very tough while I fuck you through the mattress.
Way to pop bubbles, Draco.
You’re welcome.
Sod off.
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I worry about you, you know.
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Harry, please be there, I have something important to tell you.
Harry, Voldemort’s gone. He’s doing something important; you need to act. Please, Harry,
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Draco raced through Hogwarts, trying desperately to find Harry. The fight was over, but Harry had disappeared again. His heart pounding, he skidded to a stop in front of the kitchens. Oh surely not.
He tickled the pear anyway, and lo and behold, the Saviour was there. He ran and crushed Harry to him.
“Jesus, I thought you were dead,” Draco mumbled into Harry’s hair.
Harry slowly rubbed Draco’s back until his shaking subsided.
“I’m not going to die, Draco, I’m Harry fucking Potter,” he whispered. Draco let out a breathy laugh and pulled back to kiss Harry.
A choking sound prevented them from going any further. The two men spun to face the direction of the sound, and Harry started blushing.
“What the – “ Ron started, but Hermione cut him off.
“I wondered what you were writing.”
It was Harry’s turn to choke. “I didn’t think you noticed.”
“Please, Harry, I’m an honorary Ravenclaw. I noticed. I’m glad to see you made it out, safely, Malfoy.” And with that she returned to her sandwich.
Ron stared at Harry and Draco in the manner of a fish out of water for a few moments more before he finally just turned back to his own food.
Harry shrugged at Draco and pulled him to the table to eat.
A little later, Harry and Draco found themselves alone. Harry pulled Draco against him and said, “So, when am I going to get that dance?”
“As soon as we’ve moved everything into our flat.”