"I know," he admitted and he hated that. Harry hated that Draco and Narcissa had been on the run from rogue Death Eaters and rogue light wizards who was under the impression that everyone who so much as looked at Dark Magic needed to be round up.

It didn't matter anymore and he knew that. They would escape this narrow minded society. It would help. They'd have each other at the very least.

After this and one last stop to Grimmauld Place, then they would be free.

Seamus arched an eyebrow, staring at Draco then at Harry before staring at Draco. He opened his mouth to speak before being cut off.

"Well can't say I didn't see that one coming, mate," Dean said, walking out of the back room, wiping his hands on a paper towel. "I could see a mile away you had a preference. So what can we do for you boys?"

Harry narrowed a look in Dean's general direction before shrugging a shoulder, not deeming that with a response. "Tattoos. One cover up and one for myself. I expect this to be confidential like all your others?"

"Course. We owe you one anyway. We may be Gryffindor's but we are good on our promises," Seamus said, flicking his wand to close the blinds and turn the sign around to 'Closed.' Pansy had already left for the night and they weren't expecting anyone else at this hour. "You're lucky we're still here."