Muggles Take Over- Drarry Fic

Chapter 1: The Run In

"Harry dear! Can you please come down!" I heard my mom call my name.

I groaned in discomfort and yelled back to her, "be down in a minute mom!" I entirely regretted yelling though. I have one of the worst hangovers in the history of hangovers. Ok, I'm probably over exaggerating, but still! I decided to go out to the bar last night with Fiona and we both got really drunk. Luckily my drunk self is thoughtful on things like hooking up and having sex because Fiona was all over me and I don't know what I would have done if I didn't keep it in my pants.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER YOU BETTER COME DOWN THIS INSTANT! I DON'T CARE HOW HUNGOVER YOU ARE! THAT IS YOUR FAULT AND YOU GOTTA LIVE WITH IT! NOW COME DOWN HERE NOW!" Yeah I was in trouble now.

I grabbed my sunglasses and put them on while coming down the stairs. I was not in the mood for anything but coffee and that is exactly what I was going to get.

"I still can't believe your dad let you two teenagers go out to the bar and let you get something. I can't even believe a bar gave you two drinks! For heaven's sake you're sixteen and Fiona's fifteen!" All I did was shrugged at what my mom was saying. I don't want to let her know about the fake ids that my dad had gotten us. He may be the head chief of the police department, but that doesn't mean he can't do me one favor, especially when I know something that he doesn't want my mom finding out, ever.

"I don't know mom, but right now I really need coffee," I finally spoke out after a minute of thinking, which hurt to even do.

"I'm here Potters!" I heard Fiona call out.

"Here for the coffee?" I asked.

She dropped her phone on the table and sat right next to me, being and looking dead, just like me. "You know it."

"How about you two hungover teens make your own coffee?" My mom told us.

We both groaned at the idea. It's not like we don't want to make it, at the moment we don't, but my mom makes the best coffees. "Please mom?"

"Yeah, Mrs. Potter," Fiona whined. "You make the best coffees ever!"

"You're too kind Fiona," my mom smiled at my friend. "But that still doesn't mean that I'll still make you guys coffee." We both groan in frustration and decided that it was better if we just go to Starbucks or some coffee place so we can get the drink that we both so desire.

As we were walking to the closest coffee place here, which so happened to be a Starbucks, a girl ran into me. I groan in pain because not only did my head hurt from the fast motion it just went into, but my back slammed down, hard, onto the sidewalk.

"Oh my goodness!" I heard the girl say. She did seem very sorry, so I'm going to let this slide and not be rude to her. "I'm so very sorry! I wasn't looking for where I was going and-!"

I cut her off and say, "it's ok. Honestly." I look up, well down, once I got up to see a girl with extremely bushy hair. I don't know how it's that bushy, but it is. Her eyes were brown and filled with sorriness and guilt. I guess she doesn't even know who I am. Most likely.

"Hermione!" I heard someone call. Is Hermione the girl that ran into me? I look over her shoulder to see a tall redhead running towards us. Once he got to us he was so out of breath and his hands were on his knees and he was huffing in and out so loudly.

"Yes Ron?" The girl, Hermione I believe. I mean who else is there other than the bushy haired girl and that redhead that we, Fiona and I, don't know.

"Did you really have to run so fast?" The redhead, who had sparkling blue eyes, freckles, and he was really built, ask. Ok now my question is, why is this man right here, in front of me, seem so fit, but yet he's definitely out of shape in some way?