It Started With A Closet. . . A Drarry Fic (No Smut!!!)

Day Eleven Part Two

As he walked down the path to the Shrieking Shack, a part of Harry still felt thirteen, following his Godfather as he dragged Harry's best friend and his friend-turned-enemy down the path ahead.

It wasnt long before him, Draco, Abigail, and Hexa entered the Shack.

"Where is this?" Abigail asked.

"The Shrieking Shack, right?" Hexa guessed.

"Certainly looks like that, now that you mention it," Draco agreed.

"Yeah, the Shrieking Shack. My Godfather and father's best friend was a werewolf; he came here to transform away from the castle, so that he wasn't near anyone," Harry explained.

"That's quite a story. . ," Abigail said absently, looking around the Shack.

"Indeed it is. And that same werewolf was our third year Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Draco told her and Hexa.

"Really?" Hexa asked. "So the year before our first year. . . That's so unfair!"

The two eighth years chuckled.

"You would've liked Remus," Harry promised.

"If you're trying to be consoling, you really suck at it, Pronghorn," Hexa told him.

Everyone laughed.

"We should probably head back to the castle," Draco said. "We've got about two and a half hours until dinner. Harry, you up for some one-on-one Quidditch?"

"Sure," he said, "but Hexa and Abigial?"

"We. . . could go wrap presents for tomorrow," Hexa suggested.

"And I have some nail polish. Not much, but Shayley has a huge secret stash under her bed that we can use, too, if you want," Abigial offered.

"Alright," Hexa said. "So. . . lead the way, Harry."

(A/N  Qudditch, present wrapping, and nail painting idea courtesy of Rosie5860 from Quotev, who I mentioned previously. Thanks Rosie!)

As the two boys went to their common rooms to get their brooms, the two girls headed to their own common room. They wrapped the presents for each other first in seperate rooms. Then, since the common room was full of the other chatting Hufflepuffs, they wrapped all the other presents for friends and family in their dorm together.

It hadn't even taken a half hour, and afterwards, Abigail rumaged around under Shay's bed and pulled out a basket full of every color nailpolish.

"Wow. . ," Hexa said. "No wonder all of you have your nails painted all the time; there's so much to choose from, and so many colors. . . I only got my nails painted once by my mom when I was little, but other than that. . ."

"You've NEVER had a proffessional mani-peti before?" Abigail exclaimed, apalled.

"Um. . . no. . ? That's like, a manicure and a peticure, where you get all twenty nails done, right?"

"In simple context, yes. And that's exactly what I'm going to give you. Pick a set of colors," Abigail told her, laying out three different small groups of nail polishes.

Meanwhile, Harry and Draco were chasing both each other and Harry's Snitch, which is probably why they hadn't caught the little golden, winged ball yet---too distracted by one another.

An hour after they started, they took a break, sweating slightly and quite out of breath.

As they sat next to one another on the old, empty bleachers while the snitch wove it's way around all the stands lazily, the two looked out over the lightly snow-covered pitch, silently enjoying one another's company.