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"Daemon!? What are you doing here?'' exclaimed Hermione shocked to see him, and deep down she was a little happy to see him after a while.

"Hi Mione, are you okay?'' I asked her, giving her a bright smile.

"Who are you talking to Hermione?'' A redheaded head entered the field of vision.

''That ... Let's go inside first.'' Said Hermione, she couldn't say she was looking forward to meeting him again not in front of him and his friends, they would pick on her all the way to the end of Hogwarts.

''What's going on?'' Another boy arrived, this boy was wearing glasses. Do you know him Hermione?

And finally the last member of the Golden Trio was standing in front of her, Harry Potter, the Boy Who Survived.

"Yes... I know him.'' Answered Hermione a little shyly.

"Let's go find another booth." Said Ron, feeling uncomfortable and not liking how Hermione was acting in front of the man.

"There's only him in there," Harry said softly in Ron's ear, "Why not go in?

Ron did not answer, but remained silent.

Hermione was already sitting next to the man, looking at the two at the door, Hermione said catching their attention, ''I don't think there will be many other cabins that weren't empty for us to occupy.''

Entering, Harry and Ron sat down inside the cabin. Harry thought his friend was acting strange.

"What happened?"' Harry whispered.

"Nothing. Ron said softly, ''It's just that his presence, for some reason, makes me uneasy.''

...

"Where have you been?" said Hermione, looking at me.

'Worried ... Maybe, I haven't spoken to her once for a week.

"I've been a little busy these days.'' I answered her and thought. - I've been busy keeping my girls satisfied.

"For a whole week...'' Hermione looked deep into my eyes.

"Yes, [very] busy." I replied leaving a bit of interpretation to her.

Hermione just gave me a blank look, not understanding what I meant. It was better... I didn't want to corrupt this girl, at least not yet.

I had already corrupted her that day, so I would take responsibility for her.

I would have to be a real idiot not to do that.

If it were me, from the past, I would probably do that.

''So how were you these days?'' I asked. ''Did any problems happen on your side after that day? ''

...

She gave me a summary of what she did in those days.

On the other hand, that red-haired boy was glaring at both of us, and I can feel that he doesn't like my presence at all, or rather, he doesn't like it at all when I talk to Mione so intimately.

And that's why I don't like him, this jealousy and envy of his was stupid, he will do what?

Ask Hermione to stay away from me, otherwise their friendship is over.

If you liked her, you shouldn't have treated her as you did in the first and second years at Hogwarts.

And now that she was growing up and was nurtured by me, she started to become pleasing in your eyes?

Unfortunately for you. And it is impossible that she would look to you for a possible romantic relationship.

You fell into the eternal friendship zone.

The boy who survived didn't seem to have much of a problem with my presence here, he was more curious about why his friend was like that and also wanted to know how Mione and I met.

How did I know this, since we never exchanged a word?

By reading a bit of his mind.

"I was fine after that," Hermione replied, then continued. "What happened with Winky? You're not treating her badly, right?''

''She...''

''She was taken away by the Ministry of Magic.'' Interrupted Ron. ''She conjured the Dark Mark after all, and shamed her Lord over it.

''She has new clothes and will be locked up until they find out if she really is innocent or not.''

''Ronald ...''

''Winky.'' I interrupted Mione calling my little Elf-Domestic.

A small pop happened inside the cabin, and Winky appeared wearing new clothes other than that dirty old rag.

''Master Daemon called Winky?''

''Winky, could you bring me some pudding? I said, turning to Hermione I asked. Will you have some too?

''... Yes, please. She said, relieved to see that Winky was okay.

''And you two...will you have some?'' I asked those two, I can't help but smile internally at the look on that red-headed boy's face that looked like he had eaten shit.

"No." Ron said grumpily.

"Yes, I will," Harry said.

''Winky, please,'' I said.

''"Immediately!''''

Disappearing in a small pop, she quickly reappeared bringing two small plates with a piece of pudding on each.

Soon she brought another and handed it to Harry.

I began to eat my piece, certainly having high quality ingredients that greatly improved the final taste.

Harry and Hermione were not far behind and started eating the pudding.

Ron, well, Ron was even more uncomfortable seeing his friends eating with such passion.

Yes, I am being petty against a child.

Who cares that I am a hundred years old and am being so mean to a brat?

If he wasn't so jealous of Hermione and me, I wouldn't mind giving him a piece of pudding.

...

''Draco ... is it true that your family is broke?''

Hearing the voice from the booth on the other side, The Golden Trio began to pay attention to this conversation. The noble house of Malfoy going bankrupt was something that had been on the front page of the Daily Prophet for days before Lucius Malfoy came out and denied the news, so how did the news first leak out?

Goblins... they would do anything for a small Galleon, and with a little more money you could get them to keep their mouths shut so that none of them would reveal that their girls were heirs to great houses.

With the beauty of their wives it wouldn't be hard for many men to try to marry them, it would be bad if many people suddenly disappeared out of nowhere....

''... Yes, that's true. Some other noble house snatched every galleon from my father, and on top of that, the bastard left a letter saying, "I am very merciful, so I will leave you with some change."

"And who was the other house?"'

"It wasn't revealed. Those damn goblins didn't open their mouths about who it was.''

...

''So it's true that they went bankrupt.'' Said Ron a little cheerful to say the least. "'Do any of you know who could do that to them?

"No.'' Answered Hermione, she was not so knowledgeable about pureblood nobles. "And you Harry."

"Neither do you." Said Harry.

;-;

;-;

''Do you know anything?'' For some reason Hermione thought Daemon knew something.

Having ignored all that talk, I was still eating my pudding, I'm sure somewhere vast in this multiverse. Someone would agree to join me in starting a crusade on behalf of the sacred pudding.

Was this the intuition of women?

It sure was scary...

"Yes, I know who it is.'' I replied, it seems that only made them curious.

"'Humpf... I highly doubt it... '' A small grumble was heard from Ron.

Holy Pudding, give me strength not to put sense into this young man's head, Amen!

"Be still Ron." Said Hermione, giving him an ultimatum, "Tell me who did this."

"It was me," ( Dio! ) "I replied.

Silence!

...

Absolute silence!

;-;

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