The children who lived, Fought, and Loved

Chapter forty-nine

Ferrets and Dragons

[Inside a broom closet Primrose Potter is making out with her boyfriend, Ivan Volkov]

James screams and covers up his eyes.

Marlene whistles, "Get it girl!"

Primrose moans tangling her hands into his hair. The couple goes at it a little bit more before being interrupted by banging.

"Primrose I know you're in there! Sexy time is over come on now, I need your help."

"Cockblock!"

"Shut up!" James shrieks

Primrose groans in annoyance and untangles herself from Ivan.

"Theodore I swear this better be an emergency or I will..." She cuts herself off as she opens the broom closet door. The look on Theodore's face.

"What happened."

Theodore grimaced, "Well you see it involves Harry—"

Lily straightens up, "What happened now."

That was all Primrose needed to hear, she ran out to find her twin.

[She finds Harry in the courtyard Yelling at Ron.]

"I know so."

"Anything else?"

Primrose slides up next to Harry, "Nice nose weasel."

Ron sneers at her as he looks her up and down. "Who'd you spread your legs for this time."

"Oh, he's so lucky that I can't punch him from a screen." Sirius gritted out.

"Same pads, Same."

Primrose smirks, "Your brothers. I must say the twins are excellent with their tongues."

James and Sirius gagged.

Molly scrunches her nose.

Both Harry and Ron look disgusted.

"Just stay away from me."

"Fine!" And with that, Ron walks away.

Harry turns to Primrose, "Did you actually hook up with the twins?"

Primrose laughs, "Ugh I wish. I just wanted to mess with Ron."

Harry nods and goes to walk away but
finds Draco staring with cruel amusement, Crabbe and Goyle by his side.

"Why so tense, Potter?"

Regulus groans, "Why is he so bloody freaking obsessed."

Lucius scoffed, "My son is not obsessed with some half-blood."

"Hey watch it Malfoy!"

Primrose rolls her eyes, when is this git gonna stop.

Harry eyes him, then simply turns, and begins to walk away.

"My father and I have a bet, Potter.
You see, he thinks you won't last ten minutes in the Tournament, but I disagree."

Harry ignores him and Primrose gives Draco a warning look.

"I say you won't last five."

Harry angrily spins around, "I don't give a damn what you or your father thinks Malfoy. He's vile and cruel, and you're just pathetic."