Present Mixed in the Past

Chapter 30| Sending Dementors Really?

There will be French, Spanish, and German in this chapter. Those of you that can speak it, I'm sorry for how bad it looks... I hope you can still enjoy the chapter.

                                                 ~SR

The small group of heirs and gods was a unique group. They attracted many unwanted eyes as they talked with each other. A few lucky wizards and witches were even able to see The Draco Malfoy smile and laugh like a normal child! They saw how much he practically clung to Harry Potter, who actually hung off the slightly taller male.

"Must you cling to me? It is highly inappropriate." The Malfoy huffed, as if he didn't enjoy the other's touch.

He didn't understand it, none of this was supposed to happen. Not in this way, not this soon, but he liked it. He liked this Harry Potter, who smiled genuinely and looked at him like he was the world. He was going to prove to him that he wasn't that spoiled brat in those dreams. No, he was going to be the youngest Potion's Master and the best Dueler there was! He'll prove that he deserves to be looked at like that.

"Don't pretend, it's unbecoming of you." Potter replied jokingly, but he did pull back.

With another huff, he wrapped an arm around the other's waist, pulling him back.

"Fine, you're Godfather is rubbing off on you."

A red tint formed on the dark-haired boy's face as he pulled away to glare up at him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He whined.

A teasing smirk formed on Draco's face as he then released the poor Potter and walked away while pushing his cart. He got an undignified squeak before he heard the boy swearing at him. It was cute, making him turn around with a raised eyebrow look.

At the look, the angry expression on Harry's face fell into a pout. Yes, he was much like his godfather, who practically clung to Remus like a dog would to their master. Yet, it wasn't bad. Draco really liked having Harry close by. It made him feel right, and he honestly just wanted to hug and kiss him, if only to see his reaction.

After a little time, the group of them found a place to bunker down for the long ride. The seven of them put their things up, but the twins refused to move Neville from their laps, and Hermione and Luna had decided to read the same book, so Luna was happily curled up on the bushy-haired girl's lap.

Draco and Harry gave each other a look, settling themselves opposite of the couples. While they waited, they talked to themselves, discussing how they hopped the new year would go. Before anything could really happen, the door slid open, revealing Ginny and Ron.

"There you are! Y-You don't mind if we sit with you right?" The red-haired girl hummed with an adorable pouty look.

Harry's lips twitched down at the side. She reminded him much of one of their grandchildren... But that Ginni was sweet and kind, only using that pouty look on rowdy customers in her bar. This Ginny wasn't like that, but could he say no to her? Say no to that pout and puppy eyes?

"I apologize, but we actually have seven people. Just the couples happen to have made their own seats." Draco hummed; a sly smirk being thrown at the slightly red-faced teens.

Ginny looked to the others, her pouty look falling to a more soured one. She clearly hadn't thought of that. She then gave them a sweet smile.

"You don't mind if we join right?" She hummed.

Hermione didn't say anything, instead burying her head into Luna's neck. The twins narrowed their eyes, looking unsure of themselves. Eventually they all relented, not wanting to kick up a fuss over something like seating, especially seeing as they weren't going to be letting their partners go so quickly.