"Come on! It’ll be fun!” Ginny insisted. “Why don’t you come with me?”
“Go bowling? It sounds nice, but I’m afraid I can’t, Ginny” Harry told her, sipping from his cup.
“Is there too much work at the Ministry these days?” Ginny sounded genuinely concerned.
“No, it's just… ”
Harry was getting nervous, so he showed her the note: a little piece of parchment with a message, an address, and a time written on it:
‘I need to talk to you. It’s an emergency.’
But what surprised Ginny the most was the signature on the bottom: Dudley Dursley.
“So you’ve been visiting Dudley once a week for the last three months?” Ginny asked, smiling.
“His firstborn is a witch” Harry said, laughing a little. “He’s freaking out about it, and I'm the only wizard he knows...”.
“Wasn’t his wife a witch?” Ginny wondered.
“No, the girl got it from the Evans side. From my mother, to be precise.”
“It’s everything okay between you and him?” Ginny mused. “I thought you didn’t get along…”
“We’re working on it...”
When Ginny left his flat, Harry looked at the clock and felt guilty. He took out his wand and tapped one of the paintings on his living room three times.
“Don’t you fucking dare to hide me in a painting ever again, Potter!” Draco Malfoy yelled, furious.
“I’m really sorry, I just… panicked when she arrived,” He said, before kissing him deeply, in bed. “Would you stay the night?”
“Are you kidding me?” Draco told him, still angry. “I’m leaving, Potter!”
“Could you forgive me?, I’ll do whatever you want…” Harry begged.
Draco thought about it for a minute. A mischievous grin appeared on his face.
“Whatever, you said?” Draco asked, caressing Harry’s hair.
Harry nodded.
“You will call me sir tonight, then”
“Yes, sir”