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The door slammed to reveal a sheepish-but-stunning-and-thoroughly-ruffled Harry Potter.
“Where…. What happened? Why are your clothes all creased and wrinkled!” Draco’s fear quickly replaced worry; his hands already checking Harry all over before they were gripped and his face was cradled.
“I’m sorry. You can scream at me when I tell you why. But let's leave before everyone strangles us,” Harry said in that tender way of his, sounding urgent at the same time.
Making their way out of Draco’s house hand in hand, Harry explained, “I left to pick you up but wandered to a small field just a little aways. I saw some enchanted flowers that I’m sure were made for you.” Harry winked and produced said flowers, before continuing, “and I ran into the perfect transport for us.”
Draco could only gape horrified at the giant, purple, monstrosity that was the Knight Bus. Spying the glint in Harry's eyes, “We sure are taking the long way to our own wedding. Everyone is going to be utterly repelled at our state,” Draco agreed to the unasked question.
Harry just laughed while hoisting Draco on his shoulder.