Title: Flavor of the Week

Author: Angel Shinigami

Pairings: DracoxHarry and maybe SeverusxHarry

Warnings: Yaoi, language, and Dursley bashing, fluff if I feel like it…

Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, but the plot is.

Brake ups had to be his specialty, they always went the same. The girls would cry softly and ask him what they had done wrong or if they could work the problem out and he would shake his head and tell them that he was the problem and that they should find someone better than he could ever be.

The girls would eventually nod and leave the empty classroom, or the Astronomy tower, or any other place the brake up happened to take place that time.

Harry always tried to stay friends with the girls he dated, and most weren't to bad, they would give him a sad smile and nod to him in the hallways, but others would burst into tears again and have to be consoled by friends would knew what it felt like to get bitten by the 'Potter Bug'.

It had started at the beginning of fifth year, when he had had a three week fling with Cho Chang, her dark eyes and rich voice had captivated him though the years. Nothing had really happened between the two…other than a few kisses he had never wanted to repeat in his life. Especially when she had called him 'Cederic' right afterwards.

Then had come Hermione, she was different from Cho in almost every way, her hair was a different color and texture, her smile was easier, and her voice…while not as smooth, was just as alluring. So Harry assumed he could really like her, and have a deep relationship with her…it seemed perfect. He brains and beautiful body…

But again… it hadn't worked and it hadn't even lasted as long as his first relationship. A week and a half and it was over.

They were still friends, but never as close after the day had he told her he couldn't be with her any more and never gave a reason.

Then came Ginny, she had liked him for a long time, and over the year had become quite pretty. Flaming red hair, sweet brown eyes, freckles an all. But after three days and a sloppy kiss that had turned Harry's stomach, she had to go to.

Ron had been more than upset, he had been livid and tried to avenge his sister at lunch the day following the brake up, but he was no match for Harry's agility and ended up being laughed at in front of the whole school when he crashed into the Hufflepuff table and was covered in mashed potatoes, green beans, and other fun substances.

Harry had resigned himself to spending time with Dean, Seamus, and Neville the whole time. The three boys laughed at him and joked about being glad that none of them had sisters that attended Hogwarts so they wouldn't have to try and beat up Harry as well.

Ron and Hermione had eventually gotten together in the summer of sixth year, neither told Harry and neither came to get him for School shopping, so Harry had had to go on his own and stay at the leaky Cauldron that night.

He had gotten one present from the two, it was Transfiguration level six, nothing special, just a standard school book, but neither seemed to think it was terrible or cold hearted when they saw him on the train at the start of sixth year.

And from there many other girls followed in his stream of girlfriends…Hanna Abbott, Lavender Brown, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, Janette Moon, Morag MacDougal, and many many other girls from every house but Slytherin. For some reason, Harry knew that he couldn't date a Slytherin, not because of Voldermort or house rivalries or any other such thing like that…he just never could…he didn't know why…

And by the end of sixth year, Harry had a very bad reputation that most people whispered about and giggled about with friends, but never asked him about.

He had begun training in the middle of sixth year and was lean, but very muscular. Willowy, but rumored to have been seen moving large stones away from the Herbology green houses after a particularly nasty storm had raged on the castle grounds, causing bricks to be dislodged from one of the castle towers and fall into the glass paned roofs.

It had also been said that Harry was an amazing lover, soft and gentle with a skilled mouth and magical hands, but Harry had silently chuckled about these. The truth was that he was still a virgin, never doing more than kiss a girl…maybe alittle of fondling, but that was it.

But he never refuted the rumors because it made him sound better to most of the boys, it made him sound like a lot less of the loser he felt like most of the time.

It was the summer before Seventh year and Harry was laying on his bed in the smallest room of number four Privet lane and was twirling a piece of shoulder blade length hair between his fingers, watching the end feather and fan out then twine back together in a seemingly perfect spiral.

'Just like my life…' Harry though to himself as he sighed and tossed the lock of hair away from him and laced his fingers over his stomach. 'Always together until the next twist of God's fingers…'

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, thinking of the more recent development in his love life. Towards the end of the year his dorm mates had set up a magical chart and every time Harry would begin to date someone, the girls name would be added, along with the time and date and when he broke up with them, it would record that as well.

Boys had began to date the girls of Hogwarts by how long Harry had dated them first, the longer he dated them, the more attractive they were. Girls practically cried when they were let go after only a week or so, more often that would happen, and the ones that lasted longer had bragging rights until their record was broken.

Longest to date had been Sally-Anne Perks, a sweet Hufflepuff girl with long copper pig-tails and large round glasses. She had lasted almost a whole month before Harry had told her that she was to innocent and he didn't feel like he could hold her hand without asking permission.

She hadn't cried, she had just nodded and said that she had been expecting it and that felt lucky to have lasted as long as she did.

Harry had laughed, but said no more before kissing her cheek and leaving her alone in the library. He had found it appropriate that he brake up in the silent atmosphere. He had found her there and he'd ended it at the same table, he thought it was the only thing he could do….nothing else seem to fit for the adorable girl.

"Boy!" Came Vernon's loud growl from the foot of the stairs that groaned and protested the man's unhealthy weight as he climbed slowly, his foot steps sounding like thunder, the stairs shaking under his steps, making Harry thing of an earthquake.

"Yeah?" He replied, getting off his bed and opening his door just as Vernon arrived at the top landing, obviously winded but trying not to show it.

"Get your filthy things, the summer is over and we never have to see you again…"

Harry wanted to tell Vernon that he had two days left before his train left, but he didn't care. He was leaving and that was good enough for him.

"Already packed, lets go…" Harry turned back to his bed and easily lifted his full trunk off the floor and moved past his uncle and down the stairs, and blinked when he saw his aunt and cousin already in the car.

"What are they doing…they've never come before…" he said, looking to his uncle and tilting his head. "We have been told to accompany you…we were told that someone would explain to us…"

Vernon looked none to happy about this development and Harry assumed that he had been sent a howler from the color of purple his face had turned when he had said the word 'told'.

"Well…alright then…" He murmured, continuing on his way to the car and setting it into the trunk, managing to get it in after and full five minuets of pushing at it and one placed shove was able to lodge the wooden trunk fully into the trunk and Harry chuckled to himself when he closed the trunk and climbed into the car.

"I hope someone will shrink it when we get where ever we are going, because it is definitely not coming out again…"

When his statement was met with silence and glares, Harry just cleared his throat and buckled up, crossing his legs and looking of the window.

Harry watched as Vernon drove into downtown London, then pulled up in front of an old dilapidated pub that could've fallen apart at the first strong wind that blew directly at it, but Harry knew it was safe, he had spent a lot of happy days in that building and hoped to spend quite a few more there.

"What are you looking at freak?" Dudley asked, standing next to his cousin and seeing nothing but shop fronts with cloths way to small for his over sized body.

"I'd watch what you say young Dursley," a deep rich voice rumbled, it's owner seeming to appear out of thin air and Dudley practically wet himself before scurrying behind his beanpole of a mother.

"Wha….who?" Vernon stuttered, staring at the man and pressing his family back against their car.

"Potter, get your possessions and go in, I will discuss the situation with these….people, and then they will come in and get you for school shopping…"

When Harry didn't move, pitch black eyes were narrowed on him and Harry couldn't help but gulp. "I…well I can't get my trunk out…it is in, but no way will it come out…"

The black eyes rolled and Severus Snape glared darker at the offending people in front of him before swishing over to Harry's side and pushing him aside.

"Move Potter, you are hopeless and this just goes to show you have all brawn and no brain…did it never occur to you to move some of this mess into the front of your vehicle and slide this in vertically, not horizontally…"

Harry blushed and shook his head, in fact it had occurred to him and he had asked his uncle, but had been yelled at for his question and had conceded.

"No sir, sorry…I guess it didn't…"

Snape nodded. "Obviously…" he pulled out his wand and tapped the lid of the trunk before it shrunk and he handed it to Harry. "Now go in mister Potter, Tom is waiting to escort you to your room…"

Harry could practically hear the sarcasm and disgust associated with those words, but he could tell Snape wasn't directing it towards Harry, but at the situation and Harry's 'family'.

Harry said nothing as he turned and went into the Leaky Caldron. He was instantly bombarded with sounds and smells and sights that were so familiar he almost cried at the calm that washed over his body in a wave.

"Welcome Harry, we have a room ready for you."

Harry smiled brightly at the balding bar keep and nodded his acceptance as he followed him, walking up an old set of wooden stairs and up to the second floor where he was escorted to room eleven. Tom chuckled as he opened the door and handed Harry the key.

"Seems you are always in this room, we should just give it to you Harry."

"Good to see you to Tom," Harry said, entering his room and setting his tiny trunk on the desk that was placed in front of the only window in the room.

Tom smiled at the young boy and hung the key on a nail on the inside of the room. "I like the new look Harry, I think it's very… different…in a good way…"

With that Tom left, shutting the door behind himself softly, leaving Harry alone to think about the coming year.

Harry began to move over to his bed when he stepped on the bottom of his pants and he tripped, falling to his knees and cursing softly as he stood and adjusted his pants, pulling them up and tightening the belt around his waist, trying to get the pants to stay up but growling when they persisted in slinging down to his hips and hanging there.

"I need new pants…" Harry mumbled to himself, tugging his tent like shirt down and looking at where the hem fell to his knees.

"No dear," chirped an appraising female voice from seemingly no where. "You need a whole new wardrobe, and seeing as I'm a mirror and can see you more objectively than you can, I win…"

Harry blinked and looked over at the large wall mirror with the thick golden frame that hung on the opposite side of his room and sighed.

"Is it really that bad?" he asked, turning in a circle so the mirror could see his fully.

"Does every freak show have a world's biggest woman?" she asked, giving the indication of raising an eyebrow.

Just as Harry was about to answer, there was a loud crash from the hallway and a large blob of blubber fled into the room, taking up more than half the available space, making Harry feel very claustrophobic and more than alittle annoyed at his cousin barging into his room, not to mention surprised that the boy was in the building at all.

"And here it is, living proof that humans and whale shouldn't mate, no matter what the tabloids say…"

Harry snorted softly at the Mirror's commentary and then glared as Petunia cam into the room, followed by Vernon and a very nervous looking Tom, Severus Snape by his side, both men watching the scene unfold before they would intervene or explain.

"Boy, what is the meaning of this?" Vernon boomed, his voice carrying around the room and rebounding off the walls.

"Meaning of what sir?" He asked, tilting his head and pushing his hair behind his ears.

"Is what the man in black says true? Are you so much of a screw up that you have put my family in danger by just existing?"

Harry sighed, he didn't know what Snape had said, but it was obvious that Voldermort was after him again, and had found out where he lived…

"I never meant to put you in danger…after this year I had planed to get an apartment and leave all of you in peace, I'm sorry…for whatever I've done…"

Vernon puffed up and just as he was about to start bellowing again, despite the people behind him and the patrons down stairs, he was deflated by Tom clearing his throat and pushing past him into Harry's line of sight.

"Sorry Harry…but we only have one other room and it might not even expand to… house such a husky forms."

Harry knew that meant even the magical rooms wouldn't expand to fit all of the Dursley, so he was stuck with Dudley…

'Beautiful…' Harry thought to himself as he pushed his hair away from his face again, 'just…beautiful…'

Harry sighed and nodded. "Thanks Tom. I can handle it. I don't mind…"

Tom nodded, his eyes shifting to Snape, then back and then to Dudley and Vernon. "I'll just go see about that room…" he murmured, his deep voice dark, as if he didn't even want to have the muggles in his pub at all.

"Professor…" Harry said slowly, his green eyes lifting to look into Snape's fathomless black ones. "How is it possible for the Dursley's to see this place?"

Snape's black eyes narrowed as he sneered at the pending seventh year in front of him. "Magic Potter, I gave them a potion that called forth a drop of magic, just enough to see the magical world, and now they will be coming with us to Hogwarts and will stay there until either you or Voldermort is dead, it's as simple as that."

Harry nodded and glanced at Dudley, the thought of him waving a wand around was rather funny, something he'd never considered until that moment, and the slight glimmer in his eyes must have given away his thoughts.

"They will not be there to attend or teach, they will just be there for their safety. Nothing more, thank Merlin." Snape rolled his eyes. "Dumbledore aloud muggles to attend, the school would be looking for a new headmaster."

Harry nodded, for once agreeing with his foul tempered potions master.

"Well, I guess Dudley will be in here with me…do you have a room professor or will we have to get a third bed in here?" He asked, tilting his head to the side slightly and trying to be friendly with the man.

Snape just narrowed his eyes and looked thoroughly disgusted at the idea of sharing a room with Harry and muggles.

"I have my own room, and even if I didn't, I would floo back to Hogwarts until morning. Now, you have a choice Potter, you can either go get your school supplies now, or tomorrow when I come back, but either way, you can not go unless I am with you. Much to both of our dismay…" Snape said darkly.

Harry had nothing more to say to that and decided that it would be best to go in the morning, when his 'family' was alittle more comfortable with their surroundings.

"Get some rest Professor. I'm sure tomorrow isn't going to be all bunnies and rainbows…"

Harry could've sworn he'd seen Snape's lips twitch at his statement, but when Snape snapped at Vernon and Petunia for them to follow him, Harry decided it had to have been a trick of the slowly fading sun.

Hours later, after a vary uncomfortable dinner and even worse desert, Vernon and Petunia went back to their room and Harry and Dudley went back to theirs, Harry wishing Snape a good night and receiving a scowl and a muttered something he wasn't quick enough to catch.

"Where's the telly Potter?" Dudley asked, looking around the small room with a look that clearly stated that he was better than his surroundings.

"There is no T.V. here Dudley, no radio either, just books and your imagination." Harry said, walking over to the bed closest to the window, it was the one he always slept on, the one that always put his straight to sleep.

"What?" his cousin asked, his piggy eyes bulging out at the thought, making him look like a reject stress doll.

"You heard me," Harry said, beginning to crawl onto the bed.

"What did you say to me- Oh no you don't," Dudley said, one of his large ham-hock like hands grabbing the back of his cousin's overly large shirt and tossed him across the room like a doll.

"You're sleeping on the cot," He sated, throwing himself onto the bed Harry had been about to lay on. The bed sagged and groaned deeply under his elephant like weight, but much to Harry's surprise, it didn't collapse.

'That must be due to magic…' Harry thought with a slight smile.

The brunette boy wanted to argue with his cousin, he wanted to hit and throw things at him until the over weight boy was cowering at his feet, but at held his tongue as he picked himself off the floor with a grace most would cry to posses.

He was tired and needed to finish his homework, he didn't need to get into a fight that would end up earning him bruises two days before the start of school.

"Fine," He said, tugging his trunk over to the small cot and opened it, pulling out his Divinations homework and looked at the assignment.

"Great, tea leaf reading again…" He grumbled to himself as he pulled out his wand and gave it a small swirl in the air.

"What are you doing freak?" Dudley asked, sitting up on the bed and glaring at his small cousin. "You aren't aloud to use magic remember?"

Harry basically ignored the other boy and when a small greenish brown wrinkly creature with glowing eyes and tiny ears pooped into the room, Harry could barely contain his laughter at his cousin's reaction.

"Could I get a pot of tea please? Loose if you have it…" The house elf nodded and quickly disappeared to carry out Harry's wish.

When the creature was gone, Harry began to laugh. Glancing over at the bed, he began to laugh harder. When the house elf had appeared, Dudley had been so scared, he had screamed and rolled right off the bed and much to Harry's strong amusement he'd landed on his back and now was struggling to roll himself over.

"This isn't funny Potter," Dudley spat, flailing wildly. "Get off your ass and help me!"

Harry snorted softly and got up, still chuckling. "On the contrary," He said as he stood just out of his cousin's reach. "I find this very funny, and if I had a camera, I'd frame the picture and keep it with me always, just so I could look at it and laugh when I felt down…"

Dudley growled and tried to rock himself to a sitting position, quickly getting winded by his efforts.

After a few more minuets of amusement, Harry gave in and helped his cousin to his feet, it took both of them to do it and quite a lot of strength on Harry's part, but between the two of them, they managed the impossible.

"Sodding Fag," Dudley growled darkly, reeling back and punching Harry's arm with wicked brutality, sending the smaller boy to the floor and climbing back onto the bed, gasping for breath and trying to slow his erratically beating heart.

"Don't show to much appreciation Dudley, it just might kill you…" Harry grumbled through gritted teeth as he stood, holding his rapidly bruising arm.

"Well, My tea got here in one piece…"

Harry sat on his cot and reached for the cooled tea pot, abruptly stopping and switching hands, his arm giving a sharp stab of protest.

'It was worth it though' Harry thought as he poured the tea and slowly swirled his tea, staring down into the richly colored depths and biting back a smile. 'More than worth it…'

Slowly he sipped his tea and thought about how his year was going to go with his muggle relatives at the castle with him.

'Well, It won't be that bad, I'll still have a girlfriend to vent to…I wonder how Susan is looking this year, she was getting some curves at the end of last year…'

Harry thought about all the girls he hadn't dated yet and chuckled to himself when the list of girl he hadn't dated was very small, ranging of more Ravenclaws than not.

Looking down at his now empty cup, He sighed and turned it in a slow circle, so that he could try and decipher the random blobs and flecks.

"Hmmm, that looks like a …misshapen heart with a crack in it…" Harry murmured to himself, writing down his 'seeings' on a sheet of parchment.

"Freak…" Dudley scoffed, turning over on the bed and blowing out the lamp light, not caring if Harry had been doing something.

Harry tapped his foot in annoyance for a few seconds, secretly contemplating pouring the rest of his tea onto Dudley while he slept, but didn't as he set his cup down and pulled his feet up onto his cot.

He lay in the darkness and contemplated the broken heart in the tea leaves, if he believed in tea readings at all; he'd think it might have meant someone would have a broken heart soon. But Harry knew that was true, whenever he broke up with someone they usually had a broken heart. Who didn't?

'Oh well, best to not dwell on it, tomorrow will be here all to soon.'

Slowly, Harry closed his eyes and fell into a troubled half doze that only lasted as long as it took his cousin to snore loudly and turn over in his sleep.

The night faded and morning appeared, a loud, sharp knock woke Harry from his light sleep, followed closely by another.

"Potter get up, we have things to do…"

Harry groaned and sat up, blearily looking to the general direction of the door.

"Professor?" He asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

"Yes, now get up and ready for the day. I will wait for you down stairs, and if you take longer than it takes to drink a cup of coffee, I'll find a way to take house points before the school year starts." Snape growled, turning from the door and walking down the stairs to seek the cup of coffee he'd previously mentioned.

Harry felt around for his glasses and slid them onto his face once he'd found them. He was a long was from being awake, but he didn't doubt Snape's threat to take house points and quickly made his way to the bathroom.

After a hot shower, Harry quickly dried and dressed in a pair of pants that six first years could've fit in and another tent like shirt.

"No matter what you do, you'll still look like a drowning rat in those cloths…even more so because you're wet." Came the mirror's chipper voice from across the room.

Harry scowled at the mirror and rolled the waist of his pants until they rested low on his hips, his waist to tiny to hold them up and the belt not able to get tight enough.

"My my…you have some hips, don't you child?" The mirror clipped again, Making Harry blush and tug his shirt down to cover his body.

It was true, he did have big hips, he'd developed them over the summer, he now looked like a third year he'd dated, he forgot her name, she'd had a very small waist and nicely rounded hips and a great butt, but she was practically flat on top.

Actually, she was in the lead with two months and two weeks. Harry didn't know why he'd broken up with her, but she just to…dirty for his taste. She was loud and bossy and sassed the teachers every chance she got, she had a very foul mouth and always wanted to be alone with Harry, trying to take their stolen kissed further than he'd been willing to go at the time.

Harry was pretty sure she was the one that had spread the rumor of him being a good lover, he didn't mind though.

Harry left his cousin sleeping in the large bed, not caring to wake him and deal with his whining for food or something else, his arm still smarted.

"I hope I'm not late," Harry said as he sat down at the table opposite of his professor and waited for the man to respond, but he didn't. Snape just glared at Harry as if he were something icky on the bottom of his shoe.

When ten minuets passed and the man hadn't so much as blinked at him, Harry reached out and gently touched the hand that was curled around an empty coffee cup. "Sir?"

"What?" Snape growled, sitting up straighter and scowling darkly at Harry, his eyes narrowing slightly in a glare.

It was then Harry realized that Snape hadn't been staring at him before, he'd been asleep, 'Wow, I never knew that Snape glared in his sleep…guess bad habits never leave a person.'

"Sorry sir, I called your name but you didn't hear me, I'm ready…"

Snape nodded and stood, the coffee cup still clutched in his hand. "Well then, lets get a move on, we don't have all day."

Harry nodded as Snape refilled the cup and walked out the back of the pub, Harry heard him mumbling into his coffee but wasn't listening to him, he tapped on the second brick to the left , watching the entrance to Diagon Alley appear.

Harry smiled at the shops that were just opening their doors as they passed by. He remembered being eleven and seeing all of the majesty of Diagon Alley for the first time, the sounds, the smells…both good and bad. The people, everything, and even after all of the time that had past from that summer to this one, Diagon Alley still awed him.

Snape, on the other hand, didn't care. He'd grown up in the magical world, he'd been brought to this Alley and many others just like it by the time he was six, nothing surprised him anymore.

He just followed Harry to Gringotts, Opting to stay in the lobby while Harry rode the wild rollercoaster that was the Gringotts transportation systems down to his vault.

When the cart rattled to an a abrupt stop, Harry kindly waited for the goblin to open his vault door and then stared at the piles of coins that seemed bigger than they had the previous year.

"Excuse me," Harry called, looking back at the goblin just outside the vault. "Have any deposits been made recently?"

"No," Came the goblin's curt reply.

"The money looks doubled, or even more so, can you tell me what happened?" he tried again.

"Every ten years if there is any money in a vault, it doubles for each year it has been in there. If a person had two gallon in a vault, it ten years it would become one thousand twenty four gallons, that is only two gallons. Now take that fact that you have more than two gallons, I'd say your fortune just more than tripled."

Harry turned and stared at the squat goblin, he was rich…well he was richer than he had been, he was filthy rich, and the thought made him shiver slightly.

'Now I know why The Malfoy's aren't poor after how much they spend all the time, or why people that get out of Azkaban go back to better lives than they left, The wizarding system is better than muggle interest…'

A smile slid over Harry's lips as he picked up stacks of Knuts, Sickles, and Gallons, putting them into a draw string bag and then tying the bag to his belt.

"Let's go," He said, exiting the vault and climbing back into the cart, looking at his feet and thinking on what he'd just learned as he tried to ignore the blurring colors and shapes passing by in his peripheral vision.

When Harry got back to the bank lobby, he saw Snape sitting in a large leather chair in an alcove with wizarding magazines and books, like a waiting area of sorts.

His coffee cup was gone and he looked as if he'd never had the thing to begin with, as if he would never need something like coffee to make his function in the mornings.

"Well," He snapped, the moment Harry approached him. "Took you long enough Mister Potter."

Harry just ignored the man's snide comments and sighed. "Just a few more minuets, Professor. I just need to transfer some gallons into muggle pounds."

Snape just snorted and lifted himself out of the comfortable looking chair. "Well, lets get a move on. I'm not going to baby-sit you all day…"

It took another twenty minuets for them to leave the bank, Harry having plenty of money for a new wardrobe and all of his school supplies.

"Robes, Books, Potion supplies, and then back to your room. Is that clear?" Snape asked, his voice posing no room for questioning, so Harry nodded and followed him to Madame Milkin's.

Seven stores, six bags, and two shouting matches later, Harry was finally ready to go into muggle London, but there was one problem, and his name was Severus Snape.

Not caring if Snape was practically dragging Harry though the slowly filling Alley, muttering to himself darkly about children and there insane need to stop and look at every shiny object they passed, Harry cleared his throat and pulled at his arm slightly to easy the mans strong grip.

"Sir,"

"What!" The taller man snapped, not loosening his hold on Harry in the least and not slowing his pace.

"Well, I was wondering sir, I need some new cloths…"

Snape stopped and turned to look at the boy sharply.

"Well, I'm not going to say that your…attire couldn't use and fresher approach, you look as if you've just stumbled out of a rag box…of someone twelve times your size."

Harry blushed slightly, but didn't denigh the comment. "It won't take long sir, please?"

To Harry, it didn't matter what Snape said, he was going on way or another, he just figured asking or begging to begin with was easier than asking for forgiveness later, at least it was where Snape was concerned.

Snape thought about it, Say yes and be nice, or say no and risk Harry going anyways…it was a tough choice.

But eventually Snape decided that the nice act would take both nice acts he allotted himself every year.

"Move then Potter,"

Harry smiled and started towards the pub again. He couldn't wait to get cloths that fit him, the whole way through the dark, musty smelling bar and out the door, down the street and into the cab he'd hailed.

'This is going to be some year…' he thought to himself, thinking of the girls he'd attract this year.

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Ok, What does everyone think? Good, not good, yes? no? let me know, review and say hi!

Oh and as a side note, Snape is not happy about going shopping, he is going to avoid trouble.

This will be slash, Harry won't date a girl for the rest of the story…at least I don't think so…at the moment…

Yours,

Kat