Chapter 8

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{Happy New Year everyone, may 2024 bring you everything you want and more!}

The choice about whether or not to attend Wednesday's practice was made for him. He had offhandedly mentioned the dangers of playing in the poor weather to Hermione, who had spent the time since Harry's minor injury pushing for changes in legislation.

Her argument that even the muggles don't play in such extreme conditions worked to her favor, and suddenly Harry found himself with a primarily cleared schedule. She wanted Harry to come in and speak in support of the law, which he had no issue in doing.

He talked about how playing in harsh conditions caused harm physically, mentally, and emotionally.

"It's also really hard to see what I'm doing when I can't see out of my glasses. It would be one thing just to chase after the snitch, but it's another when I can't see any members of either team. The bludgers can be hard to avoid on a good day. It's easier for accidents to happen when conditions are poor."

While they deliberated, Hermione asked Harry to lunch.

"So," she began once they sat down.

"I was wondering when you were finally going to ask about them," Harry replied with a sigh.

"I haven't been able to find the time when you've stopped coming around."

"I've been waiting for Ron to come around," he retorted pointedly.

"Ron is Ron. He'll-"

"Yeah yeah he'll come around in the end I know. Who cares about Harry and his feelings now that the world is saved?"

"Is that really how you feel?"

"It was, before them."

"Oh Harry."

"I don't need your pity. You were busy, I made myself scarce, that's how it is. I don't have to do that with them. They make time for me and they come to as many of my matches as they can. Scorpius takes pictures of me and they're brilliant. Draco is witty and sarcastic and he's so soft around his rough edges. There's nowhere else I'd rather be than with them."

"You sound like you're...," she hesitated.

"Maybe I am. If I'm not already, then I'm close. They've welcomed me into their little family, and I don't take that lightly. I'm loved and supported and that is what you can tell Ron. If you'll excuse me."

Harry was taken aback to see Hermione and Ron sitting with Draco at his next match. He flew over as quickly as possible without raising suspicions.

"Hi Harry!"

"Hey love bug," he greeted, ruffling Scorpius's hair.

"Are you going to win for us today Harry?," Draco teased.

"You know I am," he replied with a wink, before turning to Ron and Hermione. "What are you both doing here?"

"We've come to support you, if that's okay," Hermione said, tucking her hair behind her cheek to reveal Harry's number painted on it.

"You hate quidditch."

"But I love you. Besides, we wanted to spend time with your family." She pointedly looked at Draco and Scorpius, and Draco turned pink.

"Ron?"

"We just want you to be happy mate."

"Me, Harry, and daddy are happy!," Scorpius interjected.

"Well, that settles it then. Scorpius, you're going to have to tell me what's going on here because quidditch is the one thing that I don't know about."

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