Resorted

Chapter Thirty Nine- Read bold

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Once outside the shop, colour seemed to have disappeared. Like it was absorbed by shop number 96 (Weasley Wizard Wheezes). While Draco and Harry walked hand in hand and arms touching Blaise was to Draco’s right falling into step beside him- still wearing those glasses. “I’m baffled at how those two have succeeded considering the circumstances.” Draco chuckled, shaking his head. On the other hand, Harry wasn’t focused on the words as he saw what happened to Olivander’s in person. Sure, the Daily Prophet covered it, but the image is nothing compared to the real thing. “Everyone got their wand from Olivander’s.” Harry muttered, letting go of Draco’s hand to walk in the building. It has been a week since the incident. The Auror’s looked into the crime, but couldn’t track the Death Eaters. Therefore, the shop was left as it was: ravaged, subdued, chaotic. Glass didn’t twinkle because there was no sunlight to loiter in. Grey engulfed what’s left of the building, entering it was like walking to a Dementor- all happiness was sucked the first step you took in. Normally, the bell would chime a warming welcome, but there was no door for the welcome to ring.

Sighing heavily, Blaise and Draco entered too.
“I didn’t.” Blaise said.
“Same here.” Draco added, “Place in Knockturn Alley sells them. Rather peculiar building, very spine-chilling indeed. It shocks me at how outlandish the shops there are, but that place was definitely the most ghoulish one I’ve set foot in.”
“I love how you can make a sentence into a paragraph Dragon.”
“What can I say? It’s a gift.”

“Right, now if you two are done flirting-" Blaise began, peering out a window, down an alley that lead to Knockturn Alley, “Your mother and Weaslette seem rather buddy-buddy.”

Harry sighed but wasn't as agitated by the name as he was two years prior, "Why do you have to call her that?"
"Force of habit." He shrugged, "And she is one." Draco added and kissed Harry's cheek. Harry shook his head fondly and walked over to Blaise and Draco who were watching them go down Knockturn Alley.

"Let's follow them." Harry decided.
However, Draco and Blaise had another idea. "Let's not, it isn't our business and I'd much rather not go into a creepy place I've already been in." Blaise said.
Draco agreed, "Exactly. None of our business."
Rolling his eyes, Harry grabbed them by the arm, pulling them out of the shop, "Just come on."
"I'm going to kill you in your sleep, Potter." Draco bit.
Sighing into a smile, Harry replied, "Sure you will Black. I'm looking forward to it."

Harry followed them discreetly first, followed by a reluctant Blaise who was trailing in front of an even more reluctant Draco. There was a down side to Harry rushing into everything, he had no idea exactly how to follow them because he didn't know the area. "Honestly Potter, with your sense of direction we'd be lost forever." Draco commented and lead them down a thin pathway. It was grimmer than Harry thought, he imagined it as dark and gloomy but definitely not unclean because Purebloods and everything.

Down the thin alley, Harry dodged a man wearing a large jacket and- thanks to Draco and Blaise pulling him down- a window opening. "You used to come here for shopping?" Harry exclaimed as they peeked around a corner to see Narcissa and Ginerva enter the only shop Harry recognised because he has been in it before.
"We had pureblood prats for parents. Lucius said and I quote, 'Diagon Alley is below us, it is for commoners and servants.'" Harry was barely listening, as he was too busy focusing on the scene. Ginerva wasn't protesting or fighting, she was complying without question.

After watching the unlikely duo walk into the store, Draco and Blaise turned around having to drag Harry with them. "What are we going to do?" Exclaimed Harry in a hushed tone.
“We are going to do nothing Harry.” Draco sighed, placing a hand on Harry’s shoulder.
“What! Why would we-"
“Because it has nothing to do with us.” Blaise sighed also.
“We should at least tell the Weasley’s!” Harry almost shouted.
This was one point the other boys had to agree with, “You can write to them when we get back, tell them what we saw.” Draco said and placed his arm through Harry’s.
Circumspect, it was a two on one situation so Harry was not going to win, “Ok fine.”

All the way to The Leaky Cauldron, Harry was sulking. The events of earlier kept replaying in his mind. He had no idea why Mrs. Malfoy and Ginny were there but he knew it couldn’t be good.  Although the Weasley’s would love to know where their daughter is, maybe he shouldn’t tell them after all. Maybe, if Harry does tell them, they’ll raid Malfoy Manor which is probably hosting many Death Eaters who can easily beat a pack of Auror’s like they have done before.
“Hey, I know what would cheer you up.” Sprightly, Draco piped up, “Take me on a date.”
“You mean, ‘Do you want to go on a date with me, Harry?’ right?” The Raven-haired boy said, leaning his head on the top of Draco’s who had Laitan on his lap and bouncing him while the baby giggled.
“Will you take me on a date Harry Potter?” The blond boy looked up at Harry through his eyelashes and the word ‘no' became non-existent.
“Draco, will you go on a date with me?” Draco's face consisted of nothing but a smug smirk when he said yes, “I’ll take you to dinner. There’s this perfect Muggle restaurant that has foods from around the world there.”

[I need to new nickname for Harry to say to Draco. Draco has too many for Harry. If you have a nickname, comment it please! Also, hello! I'm back from the break. It's only a short chapter yes, but I wanted the date to be a separate one].

[Some things you should know, I'm changing Phaeona's year to 3rd. So she's in 3rd year the time this lot are in 6th. Also, I'm working more on the characters themselves in this, so the way they talk and act may be different to previously, but it won't change drastically].