Silver Hourglass

Weasley's Wizard Wheezes Chapter 53

Ron was careful not to be flippant about Voldemort over the next few days. Saturday dawned without any more outbursts from Mrs. Weasley, though she seemed very tense at Breakfast. Bill, who would be staying at home with Fleur, passed a full money bag across the table to Harry.

"Where's mine?" demanded Ron at once, his eyes wide.

"That's already Harry's, idiot," Bill said. "I got it out of your vault for you, Harry, because it's taking about five hours for the public to get to their gold at the moment, the goblins have tightened security so much. Two days ago Arkie Philport had a Probity Probe stuck up his—Well, trust me, this way's easier."

"Thanks, Bill," Harry said, pocketing his gold.

"'E is always so thoughtful," Fleur purred adoringly, stroking Bill's nose. Ginny mimed vomiting into her cereal behind Fleur. Harry rolled his eyes and looked up at Mrs. Weasley. "Draco's going to join us at the Leaky Cauldron," he said. "He wanted to see Fred and George's shop as well."

"That's fine dear," Mrs. Weasley nodded.

It was an overcast, murky day. One of the special Ministry of Magic cars was awaiting them in the front yard when they emerged from the house, pulling on their cloaks.

"It's good we can still get these," Ron said appreciatively, stretching luxuriously as the car moved smoothly away from the Burrow. Bill and Fleur waving from the kitchen. He, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny were all sitting in roomy comfort in the wide backseat.

"Don't get too comfy, it's only cause of Harry," Charlie said. He and Mrs. Weasley were in front with the Ministry driver. "Cedric told me he's been given top-grade security status until all the Death Eaters are captured."

"Charlie... are you sure you do not want to visit the barbershop while we are there," Mrs. Weasley asked, pointing to his ponytail. Charlie brushed her off, saying he liked his hair that way.

Harry said nothing however, instead stared out of the window.

"Here you are, then," the driver said a surprisingly short while later, speaking for the first time as he slowed in Charing Cross Road and stopped outside the Leaky Cauldron. "I'm to wait for you, any idea how long you'll be?"

"A couple of hours, I think," Mrs. Weasley said.

Harry's heart lifted when he saw that there were no Aurors waiting for them, but instead Hagrid. "Hagrid! What are you doing here?" He asked.

"The Ministry wanted ter send a bunch o' Aurors, but Dumbledore said I'd do," Hagrid said proudly, throwing out his chest and tucking his thumbs into his pockets. "Let's get goin' then—after you, Molly, Charlie—"

"Harry!" a voice yelled as Harry was about to go into the Leaky Cauldron. He turned and practically sprinted away from the Ministry car when he saw a familiar blonde wearing, for the first time, muggle clothes. Draco met Harry halfway and squeezed him in the hug, spinning around as Harry nuzzled into his chest. "It's been far too long love," Draco said.

Harry nodded in Draco's chest, their past argument and make-up forgotten. He just wanted to become enwrapped in Draco's muscles, noting slightly that he had seemed to become slightly bigger than last time. "Still exercising I see," Harry smirked when they separated.

Draco returned the smirk and flexed, "Need to protect my husband if anyone tries to harm him the muggle way," he said.

"Oh? And what about the magical way?" Harry asked, letting Draco wrap his arm around Harry's waist, his hand resting on the curve where his lower back and ass met.

"Well... I'm sure my husband can handle himself then," Draco said with a chuckle. "But I guess I'll help him then as well." They walked back to where the Weasleys and Hermione were waiting. Charlie was chatting with Hagrid about Dragons, but when he saw Harry and Draco, he walked up to them.