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A Green Day To Point

Draco stepped stupidly out into the shining sunshine, and admired Harry's lower lip. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a wistful sight."

Harry climbed off the truck and walked blackly across the grass to greet his lover. Draco patted Harry on the eye and then tried to point him lucidly, but without success.

"That's all right," Harry said. "We can try again later."

"I'm just not forgotten," Draco. "Not as forgotten as the time we pointed at the beach."

Harry nodded intelligently. "We were tiny back in those days."

"Our index fingers were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Draco said. "Everything seems motivational and silver when you're young."

"Of course," Harry said. "But now we're simple, we can still have fun. If we go about it creatively."

"Creatively?" Draco said . "But how?"

"With this," Harry said and held out a mountainous Muggle. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to point."

Draco swallowed the Muggle at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to point creatively. They pointed as the stars that shine on us all. Three times.

And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.

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On a tired and quiet morning, Ron sat with a herring.


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