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Date: August 24, 2000
Time: Afternoon
Location: Hogsmeade
Characters Involved: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy...and OPEN. Yeah, that's right...they've left the house. *shock and gasp*
Rating: Playing it safe with PG-13
How he'd managed to get Harry out of the house, Harry wasn't quite sure. Probably with promises he wouldn't keep or teasing the hell out of him until he didn't have a choice. In any case, Harry was a bit too busy being overly anxious and watching out for mistaking them as some sort of new duo version of a Weasley twin Daydream Charm to give Draco too much of a hard time over it. Fortunately, people seemed to be a bit preoccupied with preparations for the upcoming Hogsmeade Carnival to pay much attention to passersby. Even if two of them were Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.
Harry tried to keep his nerves at bay, but without much success. He scanned the shop windows as they passed, tried to keep his steps from rushing - too much, and eventually settled on keeping his head down and out of view while depending on the cigarette between his lips to do what he couldn't seem to...calm his bloody self down.
"Why are we here again...and when do we get to go back home?"
Time: Afternoon
Location: Hogsmeade
Characters Involved: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy...and OPEN. Yeah, that's right...they've left the house. *shock and gasp*
Rating: Playing it safe with PG-13
How he'd managed to get Harry out of the house, Harry wasn't quite sure. Probably with promises he wouldn't keep or teasing the hell out of him until he didn't have a choice. In any case, Harry was a bit too busy being overly anxious and watching out for mistaking them as some sort of new duo version of a Weasley twin Daydream Charm to give Draco too much of a hard time over it. Fortunately, people seemed to be a bit preoccupied with preparations for the upcoming Hogsmeade Carnival to pay much attention to passersby. Even if two of them were Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.
Harry tried to keep his nerves at bay, but without much success. He scanned the shop windows as they passed, tried to keep his steps from rushing - too much, and eventually settled on keeping his head down and out of view while depending on the cigarette between his lips to do what he couldn't seem to...calm his bloody self down.
"Why are we here again...and when do we get to go back home?"