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Chapter Twenty Two

"Hey Hermione, thanks for meeting me out here. I can't solve that puzzle." Harry said gently. Her hair was more bushy and her eyes had turned more red. "We-we can't go tonight. We just think that you'd need a day before you will feel comfortable going out." God Harry is a rubbish liar, he knew that himself.
"Harry, I'm not stupid. Go with them and we'll do something tomorrow, when I'm up to it." She swung herself back into the common room. Harry heard her cries and wanted to help her, but he wouldn't want her comfort right now.

Hours after his talk with Hermione it was five thirty. When Harry got back to his dorm room to see Draco and Pansy hunched over Draco's sketch pad and Pansy adding stuff to hers every now and then. "What are they doing?" He asked Blaise who was playing with the snitch he got ages ago on Christmas.
"Designing. They both come up with amazing ideas, but Pansy is the one who wants to pursue the passion. Draco's good at designing, but it's more of a Pansy thing, he also doesn't want anyone knowing because it isn't manly enough." Blaise chuckled.
"Wow, I never knew that. Hey babe if potions doesn't work you can start a clothing line!" Harry joked.

A couple hours later, Draco was drawing his two friends and lover. "Can we at least see? You are drawing us." Pansy asked. Only them three and Draco's mother knew of his passion for art. "No." Was his answer, but Pansy doesn't know what that means. She snatched the two completed ones and the one Draco was drawing. "Wow! These are the best you've done!" She handed them out to the other two, "especially this one." She was referring to her own.
"I'm not that pointed am I?" Blaise consciously asked.

Harry was starring at his not saying a word. "Harry? Do you like yours? I was going to give it you as a present." It wasn't a portrait of Harry, it was one of him and Draco. They were sitting just on a bench holding hands and Harry had his head on Draco's neck crevice. It was so realistic Harry might have mistaken it for a black and white photograph. "I love it Draco!" He placed his arms around the blondes waist and kissed him.
"Since you got me a present, we are going to Gringots now and I am paying for your name change." Harry commanded and Draco daredn't say no.

"How are we getting there though? We can't exactly apparate can we?" Blaise questioned- he's as forgetful as Ron was...
"We don't have a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." Harry gave him a hint. He was still as clueless.
"Salazar Blaise we'll use the fireplace in the office!" Draco told him.

They made it to the office with no problem at all, people were everywhere so nobody would notice four Slytherin students missing. When Draco and Harry flooed into the pub, people were already swarming him and Draco. "I am sorry I didn't believe you before." A wizard said to Harry.
"I thought you two were just a rumour in the Prophet!" A witch excitedly shouted, "you're so adorable!"
"The Ministry is going to regret not listening to you." A final one said before Blaise and Pansy had to physically push through to grab them. Pansy tapped the bricks to reveal a buzzing alleyway.

"It's Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy!" A reporter shouted. Quicker than the four expected, a lot of reporters surrounded them. "Harry, wait. I've got something to say." Draco pleaded because, Harry was trying to drag him through. "Attention!" All the reporters stopped the questions that they couldn't hear anyway, but still flashed their cameras, "Harry and I are very happy together, and no, before you ask this is not just a cruel plan." The reporters stayed quiet,  "My name is also not Draco Lucius Malfoy as the papers discussed a long time ago, just after the Christmas Holidays. I am now Draco Scorpius Black. The reason we are here is to officially change my name!" Unsurprisingly, they were still hammered with questions they had to say would be answered at a later date.

Finally, they made it inside Gringots and went to the front desk. "Name." The goblin asked.
"Draco Black." He answered but was unsure whether to say Malfoy or Black. The goblin lifted his head then tilted his glasses attached to a piece of string. "Mr Malfoy, what brings you here today." He asked, Draco may have been disowned but not officially.
"I am here to change my name, Dovizia." Draco knew the goblin, he helped his parents set up a vault for him.
"Very well, follow me for the blood sample then we can get it done." The goblin hopped off the stool and waddled to a room through a gate at the back.