Draco pov
Well...okay. That is not what I expected. But the life of the boy who lived and the boy who had no choice (Skeeters great name for me) must stay interesting I suppose.
I grabbed Harry's wrist and pulled him foward so we didn't lose our guardians. I felt something on his skin, scars it seems, but I didn't acknowledge them. We all have scars.
"Harry, where did they go?" I was slightly scared because of how many people hate us Malfoys still. But I was still holding the golden boy's hand so they probably won't say anything."Can you see them?"
"No Draco, you're taller anyways." Shit, he's right. I'm almost five inches taller than him. Well that's awkward. "We can find them later. They're probably too in love to notice us gone." A mischievous grin flirted around his lips.
"Well, then. What should we do?" Fuck fuck fuck what does he want?
Harry pov
"Let's go to Thiney's"
Thiney's is a bookstore that has other little stores connected to it. I love it there. Books, make-up, fashion, magic, everything I love.
"Okay then... you lead the way."
*AN: sorry for such a short chapter, I want to write but don't like typing on my phone.
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