I Swear This Time I Mean It ✔️

Chapter 35

"There's a few other tattoos I've been thinking about getting, but yes."

Harry turned around, and Draco brushed the hair away from his ears to show off the tattoo.

"Where did you get the tattoos mate?"

"From Luna. She did such a wonderful job. The star is on my ankle, here. I'm still planning a few more tattoo ideas, but I think the snitch is my favorite."

"Oh, are we showing off our star tattoos?," Ginny asked, pulling down her sock.

"You've got a tattoo?! Does mum know?"

"It's just a stick and poke. Luna wanted to practice on someone other than herself. I watched her do it first."

"I have a star too," Draco interrupted.

"So that's four star tattoos? Make it five Lovegood, they're cute," Pansy chimed in.

"If you're getting it then I'll get it too," Blaise volunteered.

Soon enough, Luna had the majority of the eighth years lining up to get matching star tattoos on their ankles.

"Mione?," Ron inquired, tilting his head curiously.

"Why not? I think it's sweet. We've all gone through shared experiences, it might be nice to share something other than scars."

The music was playing, drinks were flowing, and Luna was happily giving her tattoos.

"I also do magical tattoos, they're painless, right Harry?"

"Right Luna. She does amazing work, I vouch for her."

"She did my cover-up piece. The flowers are stunning."

For the first time, Draco felt completely safe and comfortable as everyone crowded around his left arm.

"Alright," Pansy announced, clapping her hands together. "Who wants to learn about my favorite muggle game?"

"Oh Merlin, not Uno again," Draco lamented, burying his head into the side of Harry's neck.

"Stop your whining."

"Must I remind you of the train ride back here?"

"That's neither here nor there. Are you in or out?"

"I'm in obviously. Someone has to put you in your place."

If looks could kill, Harry Potter would have died for the third time at the hands of Pansy Parkinson.

"That's it Potter, you're banned from playing anymore!"

"You're the one who wanted me to play, and now you're mad that I'm winning?"

"Yes!"

"I fold then," Harry replied with a laugh.

With a sigh, Draco leaned against Harry.

"Yes sweetheart?"

"I think I need some air."

"Does anyone feel up for a pickup game of Quidditch?," Harry asked.

"There's no way you're getting me back on a broom," Hermione replied with a snort.

"There's 16 of us," Ron said with a grin.

"And you only need seven per team," she said pointedly.

"Who would actually want to play?"

Harry, Draco, Neville, Blaise, Ron, Theo, Seamus, Dean, and Ginny immediately raised their hands. Pansy followed when she saw her girlfriend was playing.