Harry Potter and the 21st Century [COMPLETED!]

The Concert

The Concert

"That's what makes you beautiful!" Harry Styles sang along to the song that had been overplayed one too many times. He looked at a red headed girl, and recognized her from somewhere. Then he finally got it! Then he lost it, so he continued singing nonetheless.

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Ginny was ready for the VIP experience! The concert had just finished and now she was going to meet the Harry Styles.

How...dreamy.

She opened the door when the body guard told her she could.

When she saw the sight, she screamed as loud as she possibly could.

Ron and Harry heard the scream, and hurried over to see what all of the fuss was about.

Ron let out an even girl-ish and most certainly louder scream than Ginny could ever manage, and Harry just smirked at the horrific sight.

Hermione came in to see what was going on, and even she stood there in shock.

For right in front of the, Harry Styles and Louis were snogging their faces off.

In other words they were having a heated make out.

Um.

Realizing that the screams weren't of the crazed girls, outside the doors, but of one fan and her brother who came just to make sure that his sister wouldn't get brainwashed further, they stopped and paused.

"Um, you didn't see that." Louis said.

Ginny just ran out screaming, "What was I thinking, GROSS Harry! Ugh, I thought...ugh!"

Harry Potter just started laughing, "Ha! Ginny doesn't like you anymore. In your long haired face! HA!"

Ron just stared at them with disgust, "I understand why they say don't date your co-workers now."

Hermione just walked away with the same expression.

By the time they came home they were tired, and not ready for any surprises, but Draco Malfoy had a way to ruin everything.

"I can't believe I'm roomates with you!" Draco said, with of a southern-ish tone to his voice.

"Whatever, Malfoy, you can take the couch!" Harry said.

"I will not do such a thing! I am a man of great dignity, respect, and honor, for I-"

"Oh would you just shut up, you can have my room!" Hermione said.

"Well, look at that, the mudblood has more manners than you!"

"Mudblood? You know what, never mind, forget having my room, Malfoy!" Hermione said, heat boiling in her veins. She stomped off and went straight to her room, not sparing Malfoy another glance

"But, I-" Malfoy started, but his word quickly got intercepted with Ginny's.

"Just take mine, I cannot stand to see any more pictures of him...ugh." Ginny shook with horror thinking about Harry Styles.

"Thanks, it looks like purebloods are better after all."

Everybody just rolled their eyes at Malfoy's immature behavior.

Ron whispered to Harry, "You are going to have to tie me to my bed to stop me from killing him, I tell you!"

"Kill him, I wouldn't mind," was all that Harry could say before yawning and heading upstairs to his bedroom.

Oh, and Malfoy? Yeah, let's just say he wasn't so happy with the pictures in his bedroom, "He needs a bloody haircut, why is he...why are there so many pictures!"