𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

Ch 145 - Broom Cupboard

Both Harry and Ron walked into the Great Hall the next morning for breakfast only to find Malfoy entertaining a group of Slytherins.

They soon noticed what was so funny; Malfoy was doing an impression of Harry passing out on the train.

"Where's Lucifer?" Ron sighed. "He could knock some sense into Malfoy for us."

“He stayed up in the common room with Hermione,” Harry answered, for him, “Said he'd be down in a minute, but I think they just wanted some alone time.”

"Ugh...Those two just can't keep their hands off each other.” Ron said, with a grumpy look, “Her head was almost never off him.”

But Harry said cooly, “Guess it's just cause they're such good friends.”

“I dunno,” Ron said, suspiciously looking back towards the Entrance, “Seems like there's something more goi-”

"Hey Potter! Potter!" Malfoy called across the tables. "The Dementors are coming, Potter!" He dramatically fell into Pansy Parkinson's arms, with the back of his hand pressed against his forehead.

Harry frowned and pushed his way past a couple of fourth years to get to an open seat next to George Weasley.

"New third year timetables," George said as he handed them over. "Where's Lucifer and Hermione? No... wait... let me guess. They've found a broom closet? I'm honestly surprised the Daily Prophet hasn't announced their relationship to the world yet."

Harry just ignored him and stared down at his timetable, barely taking any of it in.

"What's up with you, Harry?" George asked after waving his hand in front of his face.

"Malfoy," Ron answered for him. They all looked over at the Slytherin table just in time to see another impression of Harry's unfortunate accident.

"That little git. He wasn't so corky last night when the Dementors were down our end of the train. Came running into our compartment, didn't he, Fred?"

"Nearly wet himself," Fred said, now fake tears of joy being rubbed from his eyes.

“I wasn't too happy myself. They're horrible things, those Dementors...”

"Sort of freeze your insides, don't they?"

"You didn't pass out though, did you?" Harry asked despondently.

"Just forget it Harry." George advised, with a look from above, "Dad had to go out to Azkaban one time, rememeber Fred? And he said it was the worst place he'd ever been. He came back all weak and shaking... They suck the happiness out of a place, Dementors. Most of the prisoners go mad there.”

"Anyway, we'll see how happy Malfoy looks after our first Quidditch match,"
Fred said with a smirk on his face, “Gryffindor versus Slytherin, first game of the season. Where's Lucifer?"

"Broom cupboard." George answered.

"Actually... he's right behind you." Lucifer said, speaking in the third person.

He had his hand connected to Hermione's, whose face was completely red while she looked at her boyfriend lovingly, “We were before though. She was really hungry for some mea-”

Hermione bashed him over the head with one of her books.

“Ow, No violence!” Lucifer made a cross with both of his second fingers at her, his face looked quite in pain.

She wisely ignored him, moving to her seat, dragging the pouting boy along with her.

They sat down in their regular seats and were handed their timetables by George, “Congratulations, everyone is known for years that you two would get together!” he cheered a little.