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Characters: Gregory Goyle + Harry Potter

Topics: Owls + Breakfast

Harry got up from his bed after glaring at the muggle alarm clock on his bedside table. He covered himself with a green Quidditch jersey that had the Slytherin crest on the front and ‘Goyle’ on the back. Even though it was over a decade since it had seen use on the Quidditch field it was still looking rather worn from repeated use as a night shirt.

Harry made his way to the kitchen to start breakfast. He made fried eggs, bacon and toast. Just as he was putting them on the table, Gregory Goyle walked in through the backdoor and sat down heavily.

“Morning.” Said Harry. Goyle replied with a tired grunt. Harry piled most of the bacon onto the plate in front of the worn-out Auror. “Did anything happen last night? Anything interesting?”

Greg swallowed a bite of toast. “No. Nothing, just like every other night.” Harry frowned at the response; surely Ron hadn’t ignored the angry letter that Harry had spent over an hour writing. Perhaps he should pay Hermione a visit; she would sort his best friend out.

“Ron refused your request to change shifts again?” Harry asked.

“Yeah. He don’t trust me. None of them do.” Goyle said in a quiet, dejected voice. Harry sent a sympathetic look towards his secret inbred boyfriend as his thoughts began to consider using violence against the Head Auror. “Doesn’t matter to them that I wasn’t a Death Eater, just being Slytherin is enough to condemn me.”

“I could talk to Ron; ask him to give you a chance.”

Greg shook his head. “I became an Auror to make my own way. I don’t want Malfoy’s help, I don’t want to use my Family’s influence, and I defiantly don’t want my beau to pull any strings for me.” Harry sighed, Goyle was so stubborn when it came to his career, and his pride just wouldn’t accept help from any source.

“Alright then.” Harry reluctantly conceded. He decided to try and lighten Goyle’s mood, “on second thought, that wasn’t a very good idea anyway, imagine the scandal it would create should someone, and by someone I mean Rita Skeeter, find out about what we get up to behind closed doors. Why, if someone found out the ‘Chosen One’ and Famous Quidditch player was helping a dodgy Dark wizard secure a promotion it would be an outrage! I can only imagine what they would say should they find out we share a bed.”

Harry saw Goyle gain a small smile, probably thinking about sharing his bed with a Quidditch star. Most of his needs were rather simple to fulfill, Harry mused while consuming the last of his toast.

They both finished eating as Hedwig flew in, closely followed by an official Ministry owl. Harry took the note from Hedwig and scanned it quickly, smirking slightly as he did so.

Greg took his own note with a scowl, which gradually lifted as he read. “Harry!” He shouted, even though the Chosen One was sitting right next to him.

“Yes Greg? Good news?” Harry asked, although he already knew the answer from the excitement on Goyle’s face.

“I’ve been promoted!”

“That’s great! So unexpected.” said Harry while destroying Ron’s note under the table with an Incendio.

“Yeah, I don’t know what changed. Weasley told me yesterday that I didn’t have a chance of a promotion over Bones.”

“Huh. Obviously, something changed his mind.” Said Harry with an innocent smile. Greg returned the smile with a leer.

“You don’t have practice this morning do you?”

“No,”