Summer After Year Six.

Title: Summer after year six.

Author: madlodger
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Draco/Harry, Ron/Hermione, Pansy/(will find out later)
Feedback: Concrit welcome (Constructive Criticism:)
Beta's: Slashy Snitch
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Disclaimer: This is all J.K.Rowling's fault. What did she think was going to happen, selling ten billion copies of fantasy fiction to highly imaginative people. I do not own any characters from her books, I only borrow them to play with. Sadly no money is being made out of my fanfiction.

Summary: This story will be Draco/Harry slash with some minor mention of Hetero pairings. It takes place after book 6, Draco turns 17 on June 5, Harry- July 31st. The lemon won't happen for a while but it will happen. Pansy is Draco's best girl friend (but not a girlfriend). I am tired of reading Pansy bashing as well as Ron and Hermione being killed off. It won't happen here. Voldemort is still at large. Dumbledore is still dead. The fic is mostly Canon compliant but some discrepancy will occur. The story ends before year 7.
Concrit is welcome, this is my first fic and I am trying to improve.

Chapter warnings: Hetero goblins kissing, Charmed Bracelets.

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Chapter 2: Two goblins in DA (Diagon Alley)

The warm afternoon sun lit up pastel-colored walls of shops in Diagon Alley and heated up uneven gray cobblestones. Witches and Wizards walked up and down the street, talking, laughing and going about their shopping as if nothing had changed. It was almost unnaturally peaceful considering the fact that the great and powerful Dumbledore, vanquisher of Dark Wizard Grindewald, was buried less then a month ago and that the Hope of The Light Side Harry Potter had lost most of his powers.

Everybody was aware of Dumbledore's passing but the problem with a Savior was kept tightly under the wraps by the Ministry. No information leaked through the press due to the gag order from Rufus Scrimgeour himself. The most ridiculous rumors circulated around though, the worst being that Harry Potter had met a French Veela, surrendered completely to her control and left the country. The truth was worse then any of the rumors simply because it destroyed any hope. The Light Side did not have a leader; the Savior, although not dead, was reduced to the magical level of a first grader at Hogwarts.

"Hermione, slow down!"

"It's Hermita to you, Runkill"

"Well, Hermita, slow down! These short legs are driving me crazy. I mean, I keep moving them and moving them and hardly move forward at all."

The small ugly goblin in front had stopped and turned around, eyes flushing angrily. It was likely a female judging by her longish fuzzy brown hair and a gorgeous shiny charm bracelet she wore. Of course it is hard to tell with the goblins and men wear charm bracelets as often as females nowadays. She crossed her short stubby arms and tapped her abnormally long feet impatiently, waiting for the male goblin to catch up.

*****

The Charmed Bracelet Fad had started at Hogwarts last September with Padma and Parvati Patil wearing them one morning. Parvati's bracelet was woven out of two flat cords, one Gryffindor red and another golden color. The cords formed two kinds of flat pretty knots, alternating all the way around. She had two small shiny charms attached to the bracelet. It was really very pretty and charms kept tinkling every time the beautiful girl had moved her hand.

Padma's bracelet was almost identical but made out of Ravenclaw blue and bronze colored cords. One of the knots looked exactly like the one of the two on Parvati's bracelet, the other did not. She also had two charms clipped to hers.

This caused an immediate excitement amongst all the girls. Padma and Parvati smiled mysteriously and kept rolling their robe sleeves up to show the bracelets off. The Divination club pulled out some books on charmed bracelets. They were able to identify the meaning of the knots by the Dinner time. The one that both sisters had the same turned out to be a Love Magnet knot, which was supposed to make the Wearer of the bracelet attracted to the Giver of it. The noise in the Great Hall had reached all times high and resonated off the high ceiling.

Ron was annoyed beyond belief. He could not stand high pitch female screeching for very long. This was ruining his appetite. Ron looked at Harry to his left. The boy sat with a look on his face as if he had a toothache. Hermione, seated across from both boys, kept staring at the page of Ancient Runes in Modern Times with a blank expression, not taking anything in.

Ron's eyes slid from Hermione to Lavender's cleavage. Lavender was talking very fast to a group of enraptured females down the table, all Ron could make out was: "Beauty Charm, this one...no more pimples...Clip it to the bracelet..." The girls kept saying "Oh!" and "Aww!" Lavender's large chest shook with every excited hand motion she made to punctuate her statements.

Ron shook his head and returned his clear blue gaze to Hermione's intelligent brown ones. The boy raised eyebrows questioningly and she nodded. "Let's go!" Hermione said. All three of them got up and hastily slapped together some sandwiches, grabbed their belongings and left, Ron snatching a jug of pumpkin juice in the last moment.

In two weeks charmed bracelets were all over the place. People gave them as tokens of friendship and affection. It was almost impossible to ask a girl out without presenting her with a Bracelet or a new Charm. Charms were given for birthdays and any special events. Long lists on types of Bracelet knots and Charms variety circulated around the school. The sure proof of charm's action was the fact that both Patil sisters had absolutely clear skin and they both owned at least one Beauty Charm.

Some boys started sporting bracelets done in their House Colors also. They clipped Confidence, Strength and Sex Appeal charms to theirs. The Charms and Bracelet Stand appeared in Hogsmeade overnight with a shady looking old wizard running it, his business was booming.

Ron thought this hilarious. 'There is no limit to people's stupidity!'

He knew for a fact that Padma and Parvati had perfect skin BEFORE they had worn the infernal things. The boy laughed at the rumors, the best one being that it was the same young wizard, Anthony Goldstein, that had given bracelets to Patil sisters. Ron also knew that real charmed bracelets are supposed to be made out of three alternating knots, not two. They were custom made for each Wearer and cost a lots of galleons. Real Charms were very expensive also and were made out of gemstones and precious metals, only the kinds that could amplify the Earth Magic.

In fact, people who could afford the real thing did not wear any bracelets at all. Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson, as well as Crabbe and Goyle, had worn their watches or nothing and Ron had to agree with them, however he hated the idea. Harry, Ron and Hermione would not touch stupid things with a twelve inch wand, not to mention wearing them.

Somehow not wearing bracelets made the Golden Trio even more popular since people believed them all to be single. Ron secretly decided then that if he would ever give anything like that to a person it would have to be a real thing.

*****


The ugly male goblin had finally stopped in front of Hermita, breathing heavily and looking her up and down.

"Well, I expect this will put a stop to all of your 'shorty' jokes, right, Runkill?" She asked acidly.

"Hmpfff..."

"You bound to feel more sympathetic now!" She pressed.

Runkill frowned and started slowly walking in the direction of the Leaky Cauldron. Hermita moved by his side. "Why do we have to go as goblins, anyway?" He asked after awhile, "We could of gone as vampires or elves," he wiggled his hips "looking hot!"

"According to 'Make Yourself Stand Out' survey goblins attract the least attention, people hardly give them a second look."

Ron was painfully aware of that fact without reading any surveys. He felt as if he was wearing the invisibility cloak ever since taking the four hour Polyjuice Potion and Apparating to the Diagon Alley. He started laughing hysterically at the sight of Hermione until he turned towards the shop window and saw his own reflection. The laughing stopped abruptly and the boy was in a bad mood ever since.

The fact is that Ron had grown into a very attractive young man. He was an even six feet tall now and his formerly lanky teenage body had filled out with solid muscle, thanks to the additional Quidditch training he'd done all last year. He grew out his flaming red hair and had it cut in layers to resemble a lions mane. It looked incredibly flattering and made his clear blue eyes charged with mischief stand out. That and his long lion-like masculine nose and full sensual smile made females between the ages of twelve and one hundred turn their heads as if he was a magnet and to look him over - and over - and over again.

Ron looked almost as hot as Bill did before his injuries. In fact all Weasley boys grew up very good looking and with that and Fred and George's success in the joke business, being a Weasley had suddenly become popular and even associated with money and success. Being purebloods had probably played it's role, also.

The young wizard did not realize just how much he 's gotten used to being checked out by female population until all attention disappeared. Diagon Alley was not that crowded on the first Thursday of July. Witches and Wizards just kept walking by, not sparing a glance at the dark and wrinkly goblin couple. Two attractive witches in their mid-twenties walked out of Ice-cream Parlor and crossed to the Slim Down Potions Shop right in front of little goblins, nearly knocking them over, and just kept going.

Ron got angry. 'Wonder if Hermione feels the same?' he thought, eyeing his girlfriend sideways. "Hey, Hermita!"

"Yes?"

"I think I am a deviant."

"Oh. How so?"

"Well, I think that you are cute as a goblin. Does that make me a goblin lover?"

"Runkill! A goblin lover is a horribly rude thing to say!"

"But I AM your lover and you ARE a goblin!" He egged her on.

"Hmpft!" She sped up, making him almost jog by her side. They kept walking quietly for a while.

"Hey, Hermita!"

"Yes?"

"Do you realize that we are the same height now?"

"Most goblins are."

"Yeah... Well, it does put us on the same level." He contemplated.

"Hardly!" She cut him off.

Ron leant to her pointy ear and whispered seductively: "That's not what I meant."

Hermione's ear tingled and she blushed, which in the goblin's body made her turn almost purple. "Do you think about anything else beside sex these days?" She whispered back.

"Food?"

"Food and sex! You should have gone as an ogre. Perfect fit, Runkill." They walked some more before Ron started anew.

"I actually just meant kissing. Being of the same height, you know. Are you aware that bending down all the time does hurt my neck?"

"Oh, really?"

"Really! And now we can just lean forward and kiss forever!" Ron said enthusiastically.

"Well...I am not sure that I want to kiss a GOBLIN, Runkill."

"Oh, I see!" Ron said, sounding insulted, "It is not ME you want, It is my gorgeous BODY, after all!"

"Oh, FINE! But only as an experiment!"

"Of course! A scientific data gathering on Goblin's lips flexibility." Ron started laughing. They stepped into the dark alley around the corner. Ron leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on Hermione's goblin lips. "Wow! They are really soft!"

"True."

Both of them leaned forward now and started kissing again. This was unlike any other kiss they shared before. The goblin's mouths were relatively large and their faces shaped more forward then regular humans. The lips themselves were thin and incredibly soft. Ron and Hermione carefully massaged each other's lips, savoring new sensations. Faint tingles started where their skins touched and were slowly spreading around.

Ron licked Hermione's lips with his long pointy purple tongue and gasped as the tingling sensation doubled. She immediately stuck her own purple appendage out and the second their wet hot tongues collided, the most pleasurable electrifying current was born at the point of contact and pulsed all the way down to the boys crooked clawed toes.

'Oh, fuck, this is incredible!' Rushed through his spinning brain.

Hermione pushed her tongue forward a bit, keeping it pressed to the top of Ron's. Ron open his wide goblin mouth and her firm slippery tongue slid in, riding on top of his like a surfer rides the wave. The boy moaned and had to close his eyes as sweet sensations overwhelmed him. Their long noses touched and they immediately tilted heads to opposite sides. Open mouths were pressed together completely now and long purple tongues pressed to each other along entire lengths.

Ron exhaled and made an experimental move, raising the tip of his tongue up and retracting fast. "Grrrrr!" Hermione growled. Ron started extending and retracting his purple appendage, rubbing it hard on another's underside. The boy found that he had remarkable control over it's movements, the tongue bent up as if he had an incredibly flexible elbow inside. He felt her head beginning to shake and instinctively grabbed the girls hair. Only there wasn't much to hold onto so the young wizard closed his hands on sturdy goblin ears instead and held her tight while moving that wicked tongue again and again.

Hermione kept growling deliriously. Ron's head was spinning, electrifying magical currents making every cell of his being vibrate exquisitely. Alive, he felt so fucking alive! It was then that Hermione's hands grabbed Ron's ears hard and her tongue bent upwards and touched the roof of the boys mouth.

"Eeeeee!" He squealed. Hermione's evil tongue started drawing hard circles on the extremely sensitive flesh. "EEEEEEEE!" he squealed again as his entire body felt like a bucket of boiling water was pored over. Hot blood rushed to the goblin penis, it rose up fast under loose robes. 'It's fucking huge' he registered with the last few brain cells assigned to logic as the end of his fat goblin dick pressed between his own nipples. 'It's not even possible...'

Their bucking bodies pressed together tight, hands holding firmly to the partners ears. Ron felt as if his girlfriend had a round squishy pillow hidden under her robes between her legs. She was rubbing the maddening thing on him frantically, legs spread wide, and the horny goblin bent his knees to give her better access to his length.

'Ahhhh.....It IS possible....' flickered in his messed up mind with a newfound respect for the Goblin Race.

They dry humped in the dark alley, kissing desperately, completely forgetting where they were going previously and where and even who they were. Magic was swirling through and around their bodies, coursing through their veins and making the alley air smell like ozone. It was hot, it was desperate, they were rushing to completion like runaway trains. Close, so close, almost there....then...

"EWWWW! OH DEAR MERLIN!! EWWWWW!!!"

Ron and Hermione sprang apart as they were thrown back into reality. A flock of cute teenage witches stopped at the alley entry and stared openmouthed at the disgusting display of horny goblins out of control. Ron's heart fell as well as his erection when he realized that he knew them all from Hogwarts. They were third, no, fourth years now and spent most of last year hanging around Quidditch players, making passes at Ron and Harry and giggling.

'Oh shit, they know me!' His blood turned cold. Ron looked at Hermione. She stood with a dazed look on her completely purple face, totally ruffled and shockingly unable to speak. Ron's eyes turned back to distraught fourth years. One small girl was green and ready to vomit. 'They don't know who I am!' Occurred to him. The relieved young wizard smiled widely, blatantly checking them out. He then took his girlfriends dark clawed hand and exposed the bracelet, showing it off. "We just got engaged!" He shouted, hugged his love's shoulders and steered them both out of the alley passed scandalized teens. Two little goblins started walking fast down the Diagon Alley. Sounds of puking could be heard in their wake.

"Engaged, huh?" Hermione finally asked.

"Well...Do you accept?"

"YES!"

"GOOD!"

They started smiling and finally broke out into uncontrolled mad goblin cackling. Life was great again, the sunshine bright. The only time Ron felt happy like this happened two weeks ago, exactly on Friday the thirteenth.

*****


Ron and Ginny just got home from Hogwarts. With Bill so hurt and things so depressing, Weasley family stuck together. All boys except for Percy were at The Burrow that day. Family unity never felt so strong. In the morning Ron was approached by Fred and George.

"We got you a present, little bro." Said Fred.

"What for?" Ron asked, half awake.

"For the Quidditch cup, baby brother!" George explained with a smile.

"You made us proud." Fred said with a fake tear. He then pulled out a small leather bag and put it on Ron's desk. "For you. Use it well, this is a one time deal."

They left fast after that. The twins couldn't stay long, they only came for one day. Ron finally got up and took the bag. 'Is that candy?' Ran through his sleepy mind. The young man untied the strings and gasped as a large handfull of shiny gold Galleons spilled onto the floor. 'Shit!'
"Accio money!" He waved his wand, which had never left his side any more, and caught Galleons in mid air.

This was more money than Ron have ever had. He sat down and counted them three times and then tied the bag and put it in his robe pocket. The boy's heart was pounding and all kinds of crazy ideas flooded his mind. The possibilities seemed unlimited. Ron went through the day in a daze. He kept checking his pocket all the time. Late at night Ron counted his fortune one last time, put it under his pillow and fall into the heavy sleep.

The next morning was Friday the thirteenth. The young wizard woke up well rested and grabbed the money bag from under the pillow. 'Well, so it is not a leprechaun gold after all,' Ron smiled, counting them again. He knew exactly what he was going to spend his money on.

Ron put on his clothes, pocketed the precious bag and went down stairs. Luck was with him today and no-one occupied the kitchen. 'Sometimes it pays off to sleep in late' Ron thought optimistically. He grabbed a Callbook from the mantelpiece of their main fireplace and started looking for the name of the only business that dealed in the sort of thing Ron was interested in.

'Here it is, Abigail Ashworth, Custom Bracelets and Charms by the appointment only.' Ron threw a handful of floo powder into the fire and kneeled by the fireplace. He stuck his head into the flames and clearly said, "Abigail Ashworth's shop!"

His head started spinning and he felt as if his neck started becoming a mile long, while the kneeling body remained in the Burrow's kitchen. In a minute Ron's head emerged in the Custom Bracelets fireplace. He felt dizzy, his eyes shut in distress.

"How can I help you, child?" Asked a weak trembling feminine voice.

'A child?' Ron opened his clear blue eyes and saw a very frail ancient witch in front of him. She was very white, from her wispy hair to very light wrinkled skin and eyes. Even her robes were yellowish white color. She looked like a mummy. Ron even thought that the White witch was blind until her strange light eyes started looking him over.

"I would like to schedule an appointment." Ron said bravely.

"For the bracelet?" She asked weakly. Ron nodded. "For yourself, your friend, enemy or lover?" She inquired. Ron was distracted by the fact that people made bracelets for their enemies.

"There is this girl...I want to ask her out..." He finally said.

"A lover." The White witch whispered, making Ron blush furiously. "You have an appointment at two o'clock today, bring a piece of her with you."

"A... piece of her?" Ron asked, not believing his ears.

"A vial of blood or a small piece of skin or a handful of hair, a cup of toenails..." She started reciting in bored monotonous voice.

"I'll bring the hair!" Ron hurriedly shouted.

"I'll see you at two o'clock, child."

The young wizard rushed back to the Burrow. That old Abigail was certainly insane, but she was absolutely the best in bracelet making. Now Ron had only two hours to get the hairs. He threw another handfull of Floo powder into the flames and said, "Hermione's Lair."

This Firecall Code was assigned to the small fireplace located in the basement of Hermione's parents house. The basement was huge and insulated and it belonged entirely to the young witch. She had numerous shelves with books and potions ingredients around the walls. In one corner Hermione set up a very decent Potions lab, in another she had a quinn size bed in the corner, a small TV and a fridge. Her main bedroom and all the clothes were still upstairs but she spent most of her time in the 'Lair'.

Ron's head made it to the Lair and he saw the object of his desire bent over a potion, stirring it with a long wooden spoon. She wore all protective gear, including goggles and dragonhide gloves. Stench in the air was nearly unbearable. The young wizard gave it a push into Burrow's fireplace and the next minute his body caught up with the head and Ron fall out of Hermione's.

"Give me a minute!" She said, not turning her head.

Ron waited, looking around. There seemed to be twice as much stuff around since he'd seen the place last summer. He knew that she's been ordering books and supplies by catalogs all year. Ron walked by bookcases, feeling a faint tingle of wards Hermione installed on them. He watched the pretty dark haired witch for a few minutes. She was definitely on the middle of something, her pink lips kept moving, counting. Finally the boy got bored and started opening drawers, looking at all the cool stuff. He couldn't identify half of potions ingredients and some things were of mysterious Muggle origin. His girl was just so smart!

A small side drawer revealed more unknown Muggle devices including a small soft plastic bag. The bag was rolled up tightly and through it Ron could see some wrinkled, dried leaves. He unrolled the bag, marveling at Muggle ingenuity, and sniffed the contents.

"Roll it back up!" Shouted a loud voice behind his back.

Ron jumped and turned to face frowning Hermione. "Are these sunflower leaves? Why do you keep those?"

"It is a vital ingredient for a PMS potion." Hermione said with an evil smile.

Ron handed the bag over immediately, not interested in THAT discussion. He watched her roll the bag carefully, she licked the edge, sealing it up and threw the thing back into the drawer.

"I just had it delivered." The girl offered as an explanation.

"It's a cool bag," Ron said, "Keeps them fresh, does it?"

"Yep, it is waterproof." Hermione took an empty bag out of the still open drawer and handed it to her friend.

"For you."

"Thanks!" Ron was pleased, "Can I use your bathroom real quick?"

"Take your time." She smirked and went back to her potion.

Ron rushed to the small bathroom she had close to the bed. There on a sink vanity was his goal: a large brush full of wavy brown hair. 'At least three days worth!' He noted, very pleased. Ron removed all hair, placed it in the Muggle Plastic Bag, rolled it up and sealed with his tongue.

"I need to go, can I come back later?" He asked.

"I'll be busy till five."

Ron left for the Burrow. He had almost one hour till appointment, so the young wizard took a quick shower and dressed into the low riding blue jeans and a tight blue tee. He put a bit of mousse in his hair, brushed it and then mussed his lion's mane up to give it an attractive roughish look. 'I look damn good, there is no way she'll say 'no'.'


*****


Strictly at two o'clock Ron emerged out of the Custom Bracelets and Charms fireplace. Elderly Abigail waited for him in the small dark shop and handed the boy a few long scrolls.

"Choose three knots." She whispered and sat at the counter, reading an old book.

Ron sat on a small dark loveseat and started reading one of the scrolls. It contained a long list of knots with descriptions and prices for each. 'Shit, some of those knots cost more then I have.' His eyes kept going down the list. 'Endless devotion...Constant arousal...Hair attraction...Body hair attraction...Ewww...Feet attraction...Cash generosity...What the fuck?' The boy had this creepy feeling that the old Abigail was watching him instead of reading. He read not liking what he saw. His eyebrows scrunched together and Ron looked up.

"Is there a problem with selections?" She asked almost imperceptibly.

"Well...Yeah...They all are, like, love knots and all do weird things."

She extended her small wrinkled hand and the scroll flew from young wizards hands into Abigail's. "This is Giver Influence List, we can put some of the Giver's essence into the bracelet and make the Wearer to be influenced by the Giver for as long as the bracelet is worn."

"Oh, that's... I don't want to put my essence in it."

"No?"

"No."

She smiled slightly and whispered: "Try other scrolls."

Ron unrolled the next one and read the heading 'Protection list. That's better.' He started reading, liking the selections. Prices looked much better too, perhaps because these knots did not require any of Giver's essence. The boy could afford three knots with careful selection. He read through all Lists and finally got up and put a piece of parchment in front of the old witch.

In it he had written names and prices for chosen knots and a total price which left him with only four galleons. Abigail put the book away and scribbled on the bottom of the parchment:

Silk Cords - 1g for two
Golden clasp - 1g for one
Final total - 123+2g=125

'Now I only have two galleons left' the boy thought sadly.

"Do we have an agreement on Final price?"

"Yes."

The White witch pulled a colorful display of shiny flat silk cords from under the counter. "Choose your colors." She left. The young wizard loved the cords. 'They look expensive.' He was tempted to get Gryffindor red and gold, but decided against it.

The chosen colors were a light blue like his eyes and a bright red like the boy's hair. 'Something to remind of the Giver,' He chuckled internally. On the Contract he added #17 and #126 by the Silk Cords.

Abigail came back caring the small tray with three small cups and one big one and a four sets of wooden chopsticks. Ron felt like he was at the Chinese restaurant all of a sudden. He put plastic bag with Hermione's hair in front of her and watched, fascinated. It took a full hour to finish the bracelet. The girls hairs were spelled to stretch out and enter inside the cords along their entire lengths.

' It 's like wand cores.' Ron noticed. The witch started making incredibly perfect knots, muttering incantations and dipping each one into a small cup of potion using chopsticks. Ron could only watch, fascinated. She made 1st, 2nd, 3rd knots and started with the 1st again. 1, 2, 3; 1, 2, 3; 1...

#1 was a Recuperation knot. It made the Wearer to recover their lost energy, magical and otherwise, fast.

#2 was a Vibrant health which prevented the Wearer from catching any illnesses and made it easy to carry a child for the pregnant Wearer.

#3 was the most expensive. It made the Wearer unnoticeable to people with a bad intent, giving a chance to slip away from danger.

Finally, Abigail attached the golden clasp halves to both sides of the finished bracelet and dropped the entire thing into the large cup of potion.

"It needs to sit for a minute. Would you like to look at Charms?"

Ron nodded. He doubted that he could actually afford them but looking wouldn't hurt. The Charms WERE obscenely expensive, more money for one then the entire custom bracelet. Ron's eye cut the flat round one, looking like a small copper coin. He bent over and saw an emblem of St. Mungo's on it. There was no price tag.

"What is it?"

"The Emergency Portkey. It will take the Wearer to the Emergency room or will summon the Mediwizard on call to them."

"How?" The boy asked, fascinated.

"The Wearer needs to simply touch the Charm and think of it. It only cost two galleons and I highly recommend it." Ron ended up getting the Charm, of course. He sadly handed the money bag over and received back the most attractive piece of jewelry he had ever seen and the first one he was going to give to someone. "I'll have to warn you," Abigail said before he left. "Only the person who closes the clasp on the Wearers wrist will be the one ever able to remove it. The clasp must be sealed with a drop of Wearers blood immediately after the clasp is closed. Do you understand?"

The redheaded wizard nodded, put the bracelet into the Plastic Muggle bag, rolled it up and licked the edge.

*****


Two little goblins had reached the side door of Leaky Cauldron. "Do you think he came?" Hermita asked

"I think he did." They pecked each other on the lips briefly, smiled and walked in.

End of the chapter 2