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“Is your seatbelt on?” Harry asked Draco, knowing full well that his boyfriend hadn’t fastened it, “because this roller-coaster does go upside down. Wouldn’t want you to fall out, love.”
“I’ve used a sticking spell,” Draco hissed. “Secured myself into the seat! I’m not ruining my new Versace jumper with creases. I’ll be fine, Potter! You nag like a mother hen.”
That wasn’t a good enough answer for Harry.
Luckily his command of wandless magic was excellent. With a quick blink, Draco’s seatbelt was on and locked with a Colloportus.
“So predictable,” Draco grumbled as the wheels began to turn.