"Harry, I'm pregnant."

Wands and Cauldrons

      Harry wasn't sure 'Mione was serious. (A/N ha. Sirius. You giggled too. Admit it.) Hermione called at about 10a.m. to wake up Harry. Here's the dialogue:

"Harry, wake up"

"No. It's 10a.m. I'm sleeping."

"Not anymore. We need to get you ready."

"We have plenty of time!! Call me at about 2! I need to sleep!"

"No! We need to do your makeup, your outfit, nails..."

"Hold on, my makeup and nails!? I understand the outfit thing, but those are a no!"

"We are going to a flashy club. No way I'm letting you go while you look like a piece of shit."

"*Sigh* 'Mione, no. I don't feel like it."

"Well fuck how you feel about it. We. Are. Going. Final decision."

      That is when the great and famous Hermione Jean Granger Apparated into his flat. The only thing that concerned Harry was her Sephora bag, uh.... not exactly appropriate clothes in hand, and a wallet full of cash. All she said was a curt "Come to The Burrow. My car is there."
     
      "Do I have to!" Harry whined. All that came from Hermione was a sigh and an eye roll. She started yelling and swatting him on the back of the head, like she does with Ron. "Geez,okay!"

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     Harry was just slipping unto his final piece of clothing 12 hours later. He had to admit he did look... Brilliant. They arrived about 30 minutes later and the wait was about two hours long. It wasn't that dreadful, because he could talk to Hermione, he didn't completely lose his mind.

     He got shitfaced embarrassingly quick. When he drinking, a familiar looking redhead came up to him. "Ron?" Harry asked. "The hell, mate?! No! I'm Kyle." He introduced himself. (A/N Haha. I made you think a Weasley was going to be there.) "Oh." Harry slurred, "You just look A LOT like my best mate."

     "Yeah. People mistake me for Ron Weasley all the time. It doesn't help that you're shitfaced." Kyle responded, "Can I get your number? I want to maybe hang out more. You are like, my idol." Harry gave him his number, and Kyle gave him his too, because, I mean, if Harry was a superhero right now, he'd be Superdrunk. Action figures coming soon.

     After Kyle left, he felt someone tap his shoulder. "I was wonderin-" A familiar voice started to ask for his number, but stopped when he locked eyes with Harry. Harry stared into the eyes of the reason Hermione dragged him here. The reason his heart shattered into a million pieces. No matter how drunk he was, he would always remember those eyes, and the pain they have caused him. Green locked with grey. They both looked like deer in the headlights.

     "Draco." Harry finally managed to squeak. Draco looked at him. "I-I thought you were straight." Draco practically whispered. "Well obviously I'm not." Harry said loudly, obviously upset. He was on the verge of tears. "We should talk... Maybe when you're sober." Draco said quietly after a long period of silence. "Yeah." Harry agreed, crying a bit.

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Wohoo! Over 500 words!!! Can you believe it?? I'm sorry it's been forever, I've been busy. School just started, and I just don't have time to write. I'll carve out an hour each day dedicated to writing on Wattpad. I might not be writing this story ;) ;) Wink wink.