Drarry: Starting Over

Weasley's Wizard Wheezes: Harry

The weekend finally rolled around, and Harry couldn't've been more grateful. After so many days of hunting the same creatures, it was nice to stroll into Weasley's Wizard Wheezes for a change.

"Morning, George," he said.

George glanced up from a pile of papers he had been studying to greet him. "Morning, Harry. Where's Draco then?"

"Grabbing breakfast for us three. He'll be in in a minute."

"Right. Thanks, mate." George nodded and returned to his papers, while Harry continued his walk to the back room. Right as he was getting to the door, George's head shot up again, and his eyes jumped to the dark haired boy. "Harry!"

Harry dropped his hand from the knob and turned to George. "Yeah?"

"Someone came in earlier looking for you. I told 'em to wait in the back room, so just- don't be too shocked when you go in."

"Right. I'll try not." George flashed a meek, and somewhat amused, smile, and Harry opened the door. He was briefly blinded by the white flash of a camera, and tossed his arms up to cover his eyes defensively. When the initial shock subsided, he looked up to see who had taken the picture.

"Dennis?!" Harry said, "Wait, what- what are you doing here?" Dennis Creevy, pleased Harry remembered him, hugged him around the waist, squeezing tight.

"I got a job with The Daily Prophet!" he exclaimed, after pulling away. Bouncing his camera in his hand and glancing down at it, he said, "It just seemed- It's what Colin would've-" He let out a sigh and drooped a little, without the will to finish the sentence. "Anyway, I wanted to interview you. So, this whole relationship with Malfoy: serious? How long have you all been dating?" Dennis pulled out a paper notepad, and held a quill at the ready.

Harry gave a wheezing chuckle, and sent an exasperated smile to the floor. "I dunno, I, I guess." It wasn't something he was entirely comfortable discussing. "It's been a few months, actually. I haven't really thought about it much. I mean, in the scheme of Voldemort and the war, it's just a relationship, right? Not really important or newsworthy?" For Harry, it had been sort of a seamless transition. They had always known, he guessed, that they were meant for each other. After school had ended, they'd just finally been able to face it. "Is that- is that all?" Harry asked.

"I think I can manage the rest without you," Dennis lilted. "Thanks for the exclusive." He gave Harry a final tight hug, then practically skipped out of the back closet. Harry watched him go in amusement. A few moments later, after Harry had begun work, Draco ambled in, two bagels in hand.

"Who was that?" He asked.

"Oh, no one," Harry said, giving Draco a quick peck on the cheek. "I'll tell you about it later.