Muggle With Magic

Regret

Harry didn't know what came over him. One minute he was sat against the wall sighing at being on Malfoy-watch for a bit, and then he came close to killing him. "Fuck!" Harry shouted, throwing his fists against the pillows.

Sirius walked in, stopping in his tracks to look at the state Harry had gotten himself in. "You good there pup?"

Flopping onto the couch, Harry replied "Yes, Siri, me hitting a pillow means I'm okay." Harry blushed deeply, realising what he had just said. Looking up at the man, he, sheepishly, grinned with cheeks a rosy red.

"Care to tell me why?" Sirius sat down next to the boy, clamping his hands in his own knees.

"Everything?" Harry asked, not exactly knowing why he was angry right now. One, he hated Malfoy, two, Malfoy deserves whatever comes to him, three, Malfoy is the worst, four, he hated Malfoy. But everything was so messed up! Why was Sirius on trial, when Lucius Malfoy should be? Death eater scum. Even the mere sight of Florian Malfoy ground Harry's gears, stirring something inside him he had never felt before.

"Harry, I will be okay." Sirius said. "With you, Dumbledore and Remus all there and me taking Veritaserum? I'll be walking away Scott-free. And don't worry about the magic, the house is warded. But don't tell the Weasley's that." Softly he smiled. Awkwardly, he went in for a hug.

Obviously, they had hugged before, but this time was different. This time it wasn't because they had just reunited or were splitting apart, it was because it was a family hug. It was a 'I am going to comfort you now like a parent would', which is something Harry hadn't really gotten until Molly Weasley. Even then this was different because Sirius was more muscle than motherly, and more gangly than giving. But, somehow, it was more perfect than awkward - after a while.

"I'll go and make you a tea." Sirius squeezed his shoulder and stood up to leave through the door he was going to exit earlier. When Tonks came running, heavy-footed, down the stairs trying to look casual when she was hiding a smug smile beneath.

She made a scene of placing the cleaned plate on the table. Sirius sighed, "Yes, Tonks?"

"You know how I'm the only Hufflepuff in this family?"

"Pretty hard to miss."

"I spoke with the boy, I was friendly with the boy, and guess what?" She smiled, looking between the two.

Harry looked up at Tonks just wanting her to say it already without the build-up. "He told me his name."

It was almost comical how wide Harry's eyes went. It was obviously Florian. Florian fucking Malfoy who is a jealous prick who thinks constantly trying to bring Harry down will make himself feel better.

But it had been a while since Harry had seen Malfoy before this and he never noticed just how grey his eyes were. Harry didn't know that Malfoy had blue specs around his black pupil, or his eyelashes were so long.

And he wasn't as pale, either: his skin was lightly fair, unblemished, not ghostly white. Not to even mention Malfoy seemed to have chopped almost all his hair off. Before, it was just passed shoulder length and now? Now it reached just behind his ears, not slicked back: it looked... good.

What the fuck am I doing? This is Florian Ferret Malfoy I'm on about!

"Don't leave us in suspense, Tonks." Sirius said.

"I won't, not for much longer." She marched past Sirius and the two didn't follow. "What are you doing?" She popped her head around the corner, "Why aren't you following me?" Quickly, Harry jumped up picking up the crockery she laid down moments ago. They went to the end of the corridor that nobody ever visited, because of one woman...Walburga Black.

Covered in black from head to toe, the only bright part about her was her eyes, and even then, they were the dullest grey ever known to exist. There was no way to view her hair and some may have thought her bold, if it wasn't for parts coming out of the boat hat on her head. Thankfully, she was covered by an even more black, silk cloth.

Which Tonks yanked off. Walburga opened her large gob. "Do you know a Draco Black?" Tonks asked before she could shout.

Maybe if she was still alive her face would be blood red with rage. "THAT FILTHY, NO-GOOD SQUIB! HOW DARE HE DISGRACE OUR NAME AND BLEMISH MY POOR NIECE NARCISSA! A SQUIB! IN THE HOUSE OF BLACK! EVEN MORE DISGRACEFUL THAN YOU SIRI-"

Promptly, Sirius threw down the sheet again. "That's enough of you, you old hag."

"We've been holding an innocent person hostage..." Tonks sighed.

Moody grumbled, "They're twins, so it isn't exactly my fault."

"That's fucking fantastic." Remus folded his arms, scowling at Sirius. It was very rare he swore, but Harry didn't have enough brain power to process it all at once.

"Malfoy has a twin?" He shouted into open air.