Stuck With You

Hogsmead and Tattoos

3rd Person POV

"Hey guys," Harry says while hanging out with his new friends in the astronomy tower. "Do you wanna go to hogsmead?" 

"Yeah sure, we have three hours until dinner anyway," Draco answers.

"I'm down."

"Lets go."

The four of them walk down and stop by the dungeons to grab Blaise who happily agreed to join them. 

"What did you do today," Pansy asks while they walk 

"Flirt with some people, do some schoolwork. You know, the usual. What about you?" 

"Hung out in the astronomy tower."

Twenty minutes later they end up in the three broomsticks, each with a large butter beer in front of them.

"Hey, do you mind if I go somewhere, there's something I wanna do."

They all look at him suspiciously, but get up, deciding to join him. They end up going to a piercing and tattoo shop.

"Hey Harry, back for more?"

"Not today Sam, I wanna get a piercing instead."

"Okay, what are we looking for?"

"I'm thinking a nose piercing of the left side and a labret lip piercing ."

"Sounds great, anything for anyone else?" 

"I'll get a nose piercing too."

"Same here."

"Why the hell not.

"I'll get one as well."

They all walk out of there with a nose piercing and in Harry's case a new lip piercing well. As they are walking out Draco decides to asks the question that has been lingering in his brain. "Hey Harry, what did that guy mean when he asked if you were 'back for more'?"

"Don't worry about it. We should probably start getting back no-"

"Harry Potter, is that you?" A news reporter asks walking up to the group. "Why are you hanging out with these people? They are the children of death eaters."

"I am hanging out with them because they are my friends, and to be quite honest with you I don't think that their parentage matters so please leave us alone, we really must be getting back to school now." Harry pulls the his friends down to the school quickly, trying to escape from the annoying and quite honestly frustrating questions. 

"Harry, can we talk." a voice calls out from behind. 

Fucking Ron, he thinks. 

"What do you want Weasel," Draco says, not wanting him to upset Harry again.

"I want to talk to my best friend."

"You certainly weren't acting like his best friend a few hours ago." Pansy retorts.

He tries to talk to him again but Blaise puts a silencing spell on him and they walk away and down to the boys' room. "I'm hungry."

"Here. DOBBY," Harry calls.

"Yes Mister Harry Potter Sir?"

"I was wondering if you could get us some food from the kitchens. I wouldn't normally asks bu-"

"No need to worry, Dobby would gladly get Harry Potter and his friends food. Dobby is grateful for Harry for freeing him."

"It was really no big deal Dobby, but thank you."

Ten minutes later the house elf returns with a basket full of food. "Thank you again Dobby."

"No need to thank Dobby Mister Harry Potter, goodbye."

The five teens quickly devour the basket of food. Chatting away the evening. "Hey guys," Pansy starts with a smirk. "Have you guys showered yet."

"What are you talking about?"

"Since you have gotten stuck together, have you showered?"

"What no wh-," the blonde cuts himself off by covering his mouth with his hand in realization.

"Oh my Merlin. We have to, to, to."

"To shower together," Theo finishes smirking.

"If there anyway we get out of that?"

"Nope, not unless you wanna be dirty for months on end. Which I don't think would be comfortable for either of you."

"None of this is comfortable for either of us Pansy," the green eyed boy exclaims.

"Well on that note, I think it is time for us to get going. Have fun boys," the girl says, winking on her way out. The other two boys exit the room, leaving Harry and Draco alone, waiting to see what will happen. 

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Draco's POV

After waiting what seemed like hours Harry finally speaks up, though still refuses to meet my eye. "Their right you know. We're gonna have to start showering together."

"Yeah, I suppose so."

"We don't have to do it everyday, since there are 'scorgify' spells."

"Thats true, speaking of which, we should probably of that since we didn't earlier."

"Yeah. What about our clothes though?"

"We can use a clothes swap spell."

Five minutes we are both changed and clean. Me in a violet t-shirt and dark grey sweatpants, while Harry was in a dark green long sleeve and black sweatpants. When I look over I notice Harry's sleeves pushed up a bit and with black markings sticking out.

"You have tattoos," I ask as we start to make our way down to Gryffindor common room.

"Yeah," he responds. "Guys, we are going to my common room if you wanna come."

The three agree and we make our way to the tower. When we enter the room we are hit with warmth and the smell of wood. We sit down, Harry and I sit in-between Granger and Lovegood. The other three sit on the floor in front of us. 

"Can you show me now?" I ask, curiosity taking over. 

"What?"

"You're tattoos."

"You have tattoos?" Granger asks, shock radiating out of her voice. 

"Yeah."

"Well lets see them Harry," Pansy urges.

After a few minutes of coaxing he finally agrees. "Alright, alright. I'll show you, just calm down." Hesitantly he takes off his shirt and everyone does silent to admire the ink work. His right arm was covered in lilys. In between his shoulder blades was a snitch, the wings spread out. Finally on the left side of his stomach he had an large image of a black dog and a stag running towards a full moon. 

"Wow, who would've thought the golden boy would be covered in tats?" Blaise jokes.

"Harry James Potter, why was I not aware of these," the bushy haired girl questions.

"I never thought it was important. Its not liked you asked anyway."

"Between the muscles, piercings, and tattoos, it baffles me that you are still single," Pansy says. 

"Whats going on here," Professor Lupin asks as he enters the common room. He walks over and sees what we are all looking at. "When did this happen?"

"Umm, well. A few months ago. You're not mad are you?"

"Of course not, and Padfoot won't be either. It would be hypocritical really since he had tattoos at your age as well."

He leaves and we spend the rest of the night chatting, all previous conflicts forgotten.