Harry was in a right state when he awoke the next morning. There wasn't a moment of grogginess or heaviness on his mind. His body felt loose and boneless, completely relaxed as lay against Blaise, but with that came absolute clarity and anxiety. What was he supposed to think after last night? He was so dazed that he didn't put up a struggle when Blaise pulled him down to sleep, but now? Now, he was rested and the initial shock had worn off, giving way to incredulity and embarrassment. Did he really allow the Slytherin to touch him all over? Harry blushed as his skin began to tingle from phantom fingers glossing over him. He bit his lip and shut his eyes tightly. What now? Obviously, their relationship was evolving quickly, and Harry needed to take ownership of it before he lost his way completely. He knew exactly what he wanted, but in this...he had no idea what Blaise was thinking.
He'd been nothing but kind and patient with Harry, and even that seemed like he was selling the Slytherin short, but Harry thought it might be a little too mawkish to call the boy a prince. Seriously, he wasn't a Hufflepuff, but he would acknowledge that every day the Slytherin delighted him more and more. It was so easy to be with Blaise, even in the heart of Slytherin territory, and Harry didn't want that to change. However, he couldn't imagine how that innocent massage last night wouldn't change everything. Harry maneuvered out of Blaise's embrace and sat up to stare at him. Harry could hardly look him directly in the face anymore without blushing, so this was a rare opportunity. In the beginning, he had no trouble admitting that Blaise was good-looking without feeling funny about it. He even remembered staring deep into his eyes a few weeks ago without the slightest blush. Now, if he caught Blaise's eye over the top his textbook in the library his stomach twisted into so many knots.
He could only imagine that it would get worse from here on out. Harry leaned over and lifted a hand to brush away the stray curls falling into Blaise's face. He looked so peaceful in slumber, and Harry's hand shook as he tried not to wake the sleeping Slytherin. It was still early, and Harry wanted to let him get as much sleep as possible since Draco wasn't there to wake them rudely. He didn't notice as his fingers lingered on Blaise's smooth mocha skin and slid across his parted lips, but he jumped when Blaise's tongue darted out and teased his fingertips. Blaise opened his eyes and gazed at Harry's bare chest, heaving from his surprise.
"It seems I am not the only one who cannot keep my hands to myself," Blaise chuckled, his voice still rough from sleep. Harry's heart was still pounding from being startled, and those thick coils in his stomach were tightening low in his gut as Blaise's husky voice reached his ears. "I'm sorry," Harry said haltingly,
"I didn't mean to wake you."
"That's okay Harry," Blaise said, turning onto his back so he could see Harry clearly, "You are much sweeter than my usual alarm clock."
Blaise smirked and put his hands behind his head as he took in Harry's pink blush. Those were becoming much more frequent. Harry cleared his throat and shifted around, looking for the shirt he'd discarded last night. The early morning chill was seeping through the crack in his bed curtains, and he was getting colder by the second. Not to mention it was embarrassing to sit half-naked in front of Blaise, showing off his scrawny chest. "I think Draco might resent that statement." Blaise shrugged with a loose smile, "Oh, I am sure he might, but if he were sitting where I am sitting I think he would be more inclined to agree with me." Harry's widened in shock as Blaise's eyes roamed his body unabashedly. Harry turned a vibrant red and lunged to side of the bed grabbing the first garment with sleeves from the floor. Blaise was always teasing Harry and trying to make him blush, but Harry couldn't help but notice that he was being much more brazen now than he was before. Blaise watched and sighed quietly as Harry covered the skin he was quickly becoming addicted to.
"Harry, I was thinking while you were sleeping," Blaise said, sitting up fully. He'd decided days ago that he wanted to pursue a real relationship with the Gryffindor, and Blaise wasn't one to dawdle after making a decision. After confirming how accepting Harry was of his touch last night, he didn't want to wait any longer. Harry tugged his shirt on and sat down in front of the Slytherin. Blaise's voice and demeanor had lost all of their previous playfulness.
"Yes," Harry prompted when Blaise didn't immediately continue his statement.
"Come here, Harry," the Italian beckoned.
"I want you Harry," Blaise said evenly, staring into the Gryffindor's eyes. He wanted Harry to understand that he was completely serious; this wasn't a joke to him.
"You what?" Harry rasped. "I am your friend," the Slytherin paused as Harry nodded. "But, I want to be more than that." Harry swallowed, and his throat felt like sandpaper.
"More than a friend?" He felt like a complete dunce, repeating everything the Italian was saying, but he couldn't muster much more than that. "I know I have not been very explicit in the past, but I want to be clear now. I think you are amazing Harry," Blaise said, pushing away the duvet at his waist and moving onto his knees before Harry and placing his hand on his crimson cheek.
"You are intelligent, determined, kind and forgiving. I have learned that and so much more about you in the last few weeks, and I know that even if we were not stuck together I would still want to be around you all of the time." Blaise searched the Gryffindor's face, but Harry remained silent, so he decided to press his advantage while he had the chance.
"I apologize for last night. I really did only intend to give you a relaxing massage, but I lost control of myself, and I do not want you to get the wrong impression. I will be honest; Draco was not lying about me earlier. I like to have sex and lots of it," he shook his head and chuckled ruefully. "My mother says that I get that particular aspect of my character from my father's side of the family. She says that all Zabini men are deviants." Harry couldn't help but smile with Blaise at that moment. Harry had no fond memories of family to reminisce about, so he wouldn't begrudge Blaise this moment even if he was talking about sex fiends.
"Nevertheless, I think my mom would be surprised to see me like this," Blaise said, pulling Harry closer.
"I want to be different with you. I know you can handle yourself; I see you do it on a daily basis, but, regardless, I want to handle you gently and be there for you no matter what. I want to be a constant in your life, and I want you to constantly be in mine, regardless of this bond between us. Do you understand, Harry." The Gryffindor took a shuddering breath. How could be not understand? The two boys were less than a foot apart with Blaise's hands planted firmly on Harry's waist. Harry didn't know what to do with his own, so he rested them lightly on Blaise's forearms and nodded.
"You," he began haltingly, "you want to be my boyfriend...or something?" Harry asked.
In this situation he was loathe to assume anything.
"Yes," Blaise said, planting a light kiss on Harry's cheek.
"I'm your confidante now, your friend and study partner, but I also want to take you out on dates and buy you nice things. I want you to meet my mother and see my home," Blaise continued, placing another kiss on Harry's opposite cheek and then his chin before his moving to his forehead.
"You should know by now that you do not have to do everything alone; let me help you and be there for you," Blaise finished as he leaned in and captured Harry's lips.
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Harry's mind was buzzing as were his lips. As soon as Blaise began speaking, Harry became hyper aware of everything, the light filtering in between his curtains and the cool air following directly on its heels, the shifting of covers as his dorm mates tossed and turned in their beds. Even more acutely, he noticed Blaise's hot hands on his body, the heat of his breath on his lips, and the tilt of his head as he leaned in to kiss him. Harry groaned as soon as Blaise's lips met his and his hands clenched the Slytherin's arms for support as he leaned into his embrace. Harry's lips were as sweet as had Blaise imagined. He couldn't resist, pulling the boy flush against him and taking complete control of the kiss, probing the Gryffindor's lips and seeking entrance to his hot mouth.
Abruptly, Blaise sat back on his heels and pulled Harry onto his lap, grinding up into his pert bottom. His hands slid down and around to cup Harry's cheeks, kneading them beneath his fingers; he loved Harry's arse. Blaise's cock throbbed and stirred to life as Harry moaned into his mouth and moved to card his hands through the Slytherin's wavy brown locks.
He could feel Harry's burgeoning erection pressing into his abdomen as he pulled Harry tighter into his chest, squeezing the Gryffindor's cock between their bodies. Harry threw his head back and bit his lip - stifling his wanton moan - and ground his hips into Blaise. He'd never felt this good before. Sparks were bursting behind his eyelids and racing down his spine. Adrenalin rushed through his veins and pooled low in his groin, fueling his arousal.
"Unn...Blaise," Harry moaned. Blaise dipped his head and bit down hard on Harry's shoulder before licking sensuously at the reddening skin.
"More, Blaise," Harry begged. This was better than any of the times the Gryffindor had masturbated alone, and, as he thought about all of the days he'd been sharing a bed with his sexy Slytherin, he couldn't for the life of him figure out why they hadn't done this sooner. Blaise was desperate for more friction; he'd been dreaming about this moment for more than a week now, and he wanted it to last as long as possible, but he couldn't deny the heat gathering in his loins, drawing up his testicles, preparing for release. With a jerky movement he thrust his feet out from beneath him and laid down on his back, positioning Harry directly over his cock.
"Ride me, Harry," he commanded in a thick gasping breath, grabbing handfuls of Harry's arse and helping him grind down over his erection. Harry groaned and blushed; they were practically fucking on his bed, and the Gryffindor couldn't be sure if he was more relieved or frustrated that both of their pajama bottoms were still on. He closed his eyes and leaned forward, lying flush against Blaise's chest to regain the heated pressure against his own cock.
"That's it Harry," Blaise moaned, winding his arms around Harry's back and pulling him tighter to his chest. What the Slytherin really wanted and needed at that moment was a nice hard wall to slam his little Gryffindor against, but this was still nice. When he felt Harry's hesitant tongue, run along the pulsing vein in his neck, Blaise thrust upwards and groaned loudly, praying that the silencing charms from last night were still intact. Not giving it a second thought, he rolled them over and began to trust downwards onto Harry, rutting against him fervidly, and thrusting his hands up Harry's oversized shirt to pinch and rub his nipples. Harry hissed and met his thrusts enthusiastically,
"Harder, Blaise...please," he whined and grabbed Blaise's ribs, running his nails down the glistening skin.
Blaise grunted as his climax came closer and closer, "You like this Harry?" He asked, opening his eyes to take in Harry's tousled hair, kiss-bruised lips, and bright blush. Harry didn't answer, but the answer was evident to Blaise as Harry tossed his head from side to side before he pinned the Slytherin with the most lustful, sexy expression Blaise had ever seen. Committing, that image to memory, Blaise came like a freight train, exploding in his pants. As he collapsed against Harry, he could feel the heat pooling against his stomach from Harry's release.
"Shit," he moaned,
"I cannot believe I just came in my pants like a third year," Blaise groaned as nuzzled Harry neck and shoulder. Harry laughed breathlessly, and pushed at Blaise so he could move a little,
"It can't be all bad. At least we have magic," he said, turning slightly to grab his wand from beneath his pillow, banishing the sticky semen from their pants. Blaise steadied himself above Harry on his forearms and bent down to kiss his Gryffindor chastely on the lips. "You're a dream," he said with a wry smile on his lips. Harry blushed a pretty pink as he grabbed Blaise behind the neck, tugging him down for another kiss.
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Draco eyed the two boys closely at lunch later in the afternoon; Harry and Blaise were sitting much closer than usual and cozying up to each other too sweetly. Given Blaise's confession in potions, Draco wasn't surprised by the heated glances and the light, solicitous touches Blaise was giving Harry, but Harry's behavior was surprising indeed. The boy wasn't just reciprocating; he was initiating at least half, if not more, of their interactions.
"Something's different with you two," Draco said, looking around to see if they had any eavesdroppers nearby. The three boys had decided to lunch outside - courtesy of Dobby - since the weather was fairly mild for October, and this way neither of the boys would have to hide beneath the invisibility cloak during the meal. The blonde arched an eyebrow when Harry blushed seemingly without provocation and Blaise only smirked.
"Hmm," Draco mumbled, taking another bite of his beef sandwich.
"You shagged didn't you?" Harry chocked on his pumpkin juice and Blaise only grinned wider. The Gryffindor was saved from having to respond or field anymore of Draco's inquiries when a regal barn owl flew over their heads, dropping a letter onto Harry's plate before flying back towards the Hogwarts owlery. It was one of the school's owls, so the letter could have been from any of the professors or any of the students. Harry had a feeling it was either from Dumbledore or Snape, but as he couldn't be too sure, he removed his wand and cast several detection spells on the parchment.
"It seems to be okay," he muttered, picking it up. "Who is it from Harry," Blaise asked, leaning over towards the Gryffindor to read over his shoulder.
"I don't know. It's unmarked," Harry said, flipped the parchment up to read the short missive. Dungeons 6:00pm sharp. Do not be late. "Snape wants to meet us in the dungeons tonight at 6:00pm. I'm assuming he means all of us," Harry said, passing the note to Blaise who promptly burned it with a well-directed incendio. Draco sat back and yawned.
"I wonder if I should go as well. I've been informed that I must help with this...issue, but I'm not sure if I'll be needed tonight, and I need to start on McGonagall's assignment." Harry nodded and sipped his juice,
"I'm not sure. It didn't say." Draco merely shrugged and retrieved a folded parchment from the inside folds of his robes. "Here Potter, it's from my mother. She sends her regards," he said, passing the letter to Harry. Harry arched an eyebrow and grabbed the letter again testing it for curses, hexes, transportation spells. Draco rolled his eyes and shook his head,
"Seriously Potter, you would think as a Gryffindor you'd be more trusting."
"I'd rather be safe than sorry," Harry mumbled after finding only the remnants of very strong privacy and warding spells. Shifting into a more comfortable position, he unfolded the missive and allowed Blaise to read over his shoulder for the second time.
Hello Draco dear, I am glad to hear that you are well and that your studies are progressing as they should. Your father and I cannot be more proud of you; you have maintained the Malfoy standard well in spite of your extra-curricular endeavours. I have spoken with your father at length, and we both have decided to trust your judgment in regards to your Yule holiday plans. I only ask if you have room for one more. Our previous plans have proved dull and tedious, and we too desire a change from our usual engagements. However, we did invite a great many friends to join us this year, and your cousin Rabastan would like to accompany us to our new destination. Make haste with your reply, dear Draco, so that your father, cousin, and I may plan according. Surely you must realize how delicate and detailed this process will be, so we desire as much time as possible to arrange suitable accommodations. Warm regards, Your mother, Narcissa Malfoy nee Black.
Harry arched an eyebrow and looked at Draco over the top of the parchment.
"Does your mother always talk like this?" The beginnings of a scowl crossed Draco's face,
"What are you talking about Potter?" They may be on friendlier terms, and he truly was grateful for Harry's help with the Dark Lord, but he wouldn't allow anyone to insult his mother.
"It's so cryptic and just...odd, this letter. If it weren't for the fact that I knew what she was referring to I would be hopelessly confused. Yet, at the same time, this entire thing," he waved the letter,
"seems so suspicious."
"Oh, that was only for the sake of privacy. Normally, her letters are a touch more personal. Now, my father on the other hand," Draco said with a smirk,
"usually does write his letters in that fashion." Blaise nodded, taking the letter from Harry and burning it in the same manner as the previous one,
"My uncles write similarly." Harry scratched his head, "I don't know how you can stand to decode every letter you receive." Blaise smiled down at him and shrugged,
"You get used to it, but what do you think about the letter?"
"Hm," Harry hummed noncommittally, closing his eyes and trying to work things out.
He hadn't thought about having another person under his protection, and he honestly didn't know much about Rabastan Lestrange at all, assuming that was who Mrs. Malfoy was referring to.
"Blaise," he said, turning to his boyfriend with a blush. Every time he thought of the Slytherin as his boyfriend he couldn't help but blush.
"Can you erect a few privacy wards, so we can speak freely?"
"Yes, Harry," Blaise assented easily, smiling broadly at Harry's cherry blush,
"Whatever you want." Draco's eyes narrowed in thought. Yes, there's definitely something going on there. Clearing his throat and ignoring Blaise's blatant teasing, Harry turned back to the blonde before him,
"What can you tell me about Rabastan, Draco? I don't know much about him, except that he's the brother of Rodolphus who is married to Bellatrix. Both brothers and your aunt were sentenced to Azkaban for torturing the Longbottoms, but other than that I don't know anything about them." "He escaped from Azkaban recently with your aunt and his brother right," Blaise offered helpfully as he slid a little closer to Harry, sneaking his last apple slice. "Hey!" Harry exclaimed, reaching up trying to snag the stolen fruit,
"I was going to eat that," he complained with a smile as Blaise held it out of reach. "Here," the Slytherin smirked and placed the slice halfway into his mouth,
"I'll share with you," he mumbled around the sweet apple, leaning towards Harry's mouth. Harry eyes widened precipitously, and he flicked his eyes towards Draco.
"Ugh," the blonde groaned,
"You're going to make me puke," he whined, covering his eyes. "You look like a fifth year Hufflepuff couple. From here on out, I'll be sure to stay even further away from Gryffindors if they turn respectable Slytherins into flirting gits." Blaise only sidled up closer to Harry and bit the apple in half before sliding one piece between Harry's lips. Harry couldn't help lapping at his fingertips as they lingered in his mouth. He hid a smile as Blaise's body went rigid.
"So, you were telling me about your cousin," Harry prompted with a smile, ignoring Blaise's suggestive expression. Draco rolled his eyes dramatically and muttered, "Freaking Gryffindors, my best friend has been turned into this unrecognizable thing." He gagged teasingly,
"I really am going to be sick."
"Well," Blaise prompted his friend, skillfully ignoring his somewhat childish antics. Draco cleared his throat and sat up regally as if giving a speech in the presence of the minister.
"I do not know much about Rabastan Lestrange either as I was a mere babe when he was sent to Azkaban, but I do know that my mother remembers him fondly, and that he used to be really close your godfather, Sirius Black, before they were sorted into different houses. He was apparently really close to his older brother, Rodolphus, too and was eventually convinced to follow him and his father to the Dark Lord's throne. They were skillful and rose quickly in the death eater ranks, but-" Blaise arched an eyebrow,
"And you believe Harry should offer him sanctuary as well?" Draco was conflicted and hesitated to answer, choosing his next words carefully,
"As I mentioned earlier, I don't really know him, but my mother does desire that you offer him sanctuary, Harry," Draco answered, turning to the Gryffindor.
"I trust my mother's judgment, and from the little I have heard her speak of him he seems as disillusioned about the Dark Lord as my parents and I are. I- I know that he had made some mistakes in the past, but so have my parents, and-" Harry nodded and ran a hand down his face,
"I get it." He couldn't very well offer Draco's parents sanctuary without extending his hand to this man as well, especially if he was genuinely asking for help. Besides, one less man on the Voldemort's side, especially one as close to him as Rabastan Lestrange, was a good thing.
"We will need a way to guarantee his sincerity," Blaise said. Draco nodded, "Of course, that is to be expected."
---:::---
"Again," Snape's baritone rang through the dungeons.
Draco watched silently - taking notes for his godfather - while Blaise began to take very hesitant steps away from Harry in the center of Severus' private potions labs. They'd been at it for a couple of hours already, and the strain was beginning to show in both boys. The blonde could tell that the bond was becoming more tenable with each effort. Harry and Blaise could now rejoin without the magical whiplash which had led to some pretty nasty falls earlier that evening, but it didn't seem like the pain was decreasing at all. In fact, they seemed to be making matters worse the longer they continued.
The pain they described wasn't diminishing although the amount of time and the distance they could stand outside of the bond's threshold was increasing steadily. Draco allowed Blaise and Harry's growing tolerance for the pain to account for that fact. Harry ground his teeth, and Draco could see the muscles in his neck and arms tensing. Turning to face his roommate, he could see Blaise visibly trembling with effort as he took his fifth step beyond the markers on ground, denoting their current threshold which was currently around thirtyfive feet. Draco scribbled quickly on his parchment as Blaise began to rush forward towards Harry.
"Ugh," Blaise groaned as his hands clenched Harry's biceps and he drug the Gryffindor to his knees as he collapsed with relief onto the floor. Draco winced in sympathy, hoping for Blaise's sake that this would be the last time for tonight. "Again," Snape barked as he adjusted the wards around the boys testing a different property of the bond this time. Blaise closed his eyes in resignation; they hadn't been sitting on the floor for long before Snape had called out to him, and for however much he put on a brave face he really felt that he was coming apart at the seams. Every time he stepped away from Harry even within the thirty-five feet was nerve-wracking. Clearly, there was some classical conditioning going on. Leave Harry and anticipate pain...even if there is none. It was obvious to Blaise that Harry felt the same because even though they no longer needed the physical contact directly after separation, Harry was always petting Blaise's hair or rubbing his bare skin when they were close, and the Gryffindor was reluctant to stop every time they had to separate.
Not that Blaise was complaining, everywhere the boy touched it was like a cool balm to his burning skin, and he dreaded the moment Harry would step away. Only his intense willpower kept him from clinging to Harry when his head of house ordered them apart. Harry shook his hand as he smoothed Blaise's hair from his sweaty forehead. "No," answered. Snape narrowed his eyes, preparing to demand that he move his arse and begin again, but he was interrupted by his student's raspy voice. "It's okay Harry," Blaise smiled weakly from his position on the floor,
"we're actually making progress, and it's really not that bad," he tried to reassure him. Harry frowned. It was true; they were making progress and learning a lot about the nuances of the bond. Their most important discovery was that their pain upon separation varied, depending on whom the magic perceived was instigating the increase in distance. Currently, Blaise was the instigator, walking away from Harry across Snape's lab repeatedly until he collapsed. This was the tenth time in the last hour, and Blaise was obviously suffering. Harry had never seen him so beaten down. The second largest discovery was that the pain caused by the bond wasn't doing much, if any, damage to their bodies. It was merely stimulating their nerves a little, but mostly the magic was localized in the brain, stimulating their pain receptors, similar to the cruciatus curse. Regardless of their progress, Harry shook his head and shifted, pillowing Blaise's head on his lap,
"Please Sir," he looked up at his professor.
"We need to stop for now." He was asking politely, but Harry had no intention of taking no for an answer. Blaise couldn't take much more, and even Harry was beginning to feel fatigued and achy. He could only imagine how Blaise was feeling. Snape looked at the boys on his laboratory floor before he gave sharp nod and strode over to his the supply cabinet. Harry was beyond grateful for the reprieve, "I thought you were going to be the death of us," he said mostly to himself. Snape scoffed,
"You're one to talk brat," he snorted, handing the Gryffindor two pain-relieving potions, one for himself and one for Blaise. Harry smiled at his professor before he uncorked Blaise's vial and handed it to him. He watched intently for a second while the Slytherin drank the bitter concoction. Harry only breathed a sigh of relief and imbibed his own potion when Blaise's hand stopped trembling.
---:::---
"Mirror Harry," Snape said as the boys began to make their way out of his laboratory and into the empty translation room. This was only Harry's second time in the room, so it wasn't surprising, the amount of awe Harry felt at the intricate magic his professor had woven into the castle, but honestly Harry was sure that he would still be astounded by it twenty years from now.
The room was indeed similar to the spinning room Harry recalled in the Department of mysteries, but instead of revolving doors, this room was very dim and completely bare upon entering into it. The only door available was the one through which you entered. From there, those keyed into the wards had to magically summon the door of the room they were looking for. Furthermore, they were informed that even if you were keyed into the wards, most visitors only had limited access. For Harry and Blaise, that meant that they could summon the doors for the sitting room and laboratory. Presumably, Draco could summon a few more than that, but Harry doubted that even he had unrestricted access to all Severus' rooms. As amazing as all of this was, Harry could imagine that it could be a little tedious at times, but he wasn't surprised by this level of security from paranoid potions master.
Besides, there was a large hearth in the lab, and Harry wouldn't be surprised if each room had its own floo connection, so the professor could floo directly into each room when necessary. "Hm," Harry asked, turning about to face his Professor and searching for Blaise's hand in the dark. They'd had to separate to enter the room, but he could feel the bond's magic buzzing beneath his skin, and he had a very strong desire to feel Blaise's skin against his own.
"I would like to speak with Black. It is evident that you two will not be able to have multiple sessions a week, slowing our progress on the bond, but in the interim we will begin working on your godfather's problem. I will still expect you two down here regularly to help with the process," he reminded them. "However, Draco, you do not have to attend those particular meetings if you do not want to. I assume that Potter has informed you about his godfather, Sirius Black." Draco nodded,
"Yes, he has."
"Good, I will need to speak with Black tonight while you two," he paused to summon the door for his warm sitting room,
"convalesce," he finished.
"I will send a note when I would like you two to return. I have some ideas about how to retrieve Black, but they are largely dependent on magic I am not overly familiar or fond of. For that reason, I have enlisted some help, an expert if you will." At Harry's dubious expression, he added,
"A trustworthy expert who I imagine you will be happy to see." The Gryffindor's brow creased in speculation as he tried to figure out who Snape might be referring to.
"Yo Severus, I took the liberty of flooing directly into your sitting room after receiving your letter. Oi, hi Harry, long time no see little brother." Harry looked up and met clear blue eyes and vibrant red hair, pulled back into a low ponytail over the man's shoulder. The Gryffindor cocked his head. He seemed to have grown even taller in the last year that Harry had seen him, and his hair was certainly longer, coming to a stop down the middle of his pecks. He still wore that dangling earring with the fang at the end in his left ear; he still looked like a muggle rock star in his black button down shirt, tight dragon hide pants, and tall boots, and he was still the coolest guy Harry had ever met. Harry smiled tiredly,
"Hi Bill." The brunette couldn't imagine how Bill would be helping, but Harry didn't doubt that the redhead knew all sorts of spells, as a Gringotts curse breaker for, that they weren't privy to.
---:::---