This is the main sequel to "Turning You Into Someone New" a 55 chapter story that depictes a journey of love and loss. (haha, I sound so dramatic!)
I recomend reading TYISN but it's not totally necessary.
If you don't read TYISN, here are some things you really need to know:

Draco and Harry are dating
Blaise Zabini and Ron are dating
Hermione and Theo are dating
Narcissa Malfoy is dead
Narcissa and Severus Snape had an affiar and a baby named Chael (born February 1)
Pansy Parkinson is missing in action
War is over
Voldemort was defeated (duh)
We're all on pins and needles about Sirius Black returning
Dumbledore is kind of a penis but not really
Violet is Pansy's older sister
Julian is Draco's cousin and dating another OC named Azriel Snow, a part nymph with a fiesty temper, (spin off "Inexplicable" to be out soon-ish)
They (Julian and Azriel) have a son called Zav
The gang is entering their 7th year

If you have questions just PM me and I'll answer them.

Warnings: Smut, language, Slash (M/M), Het (M/F), Cigarettes, Drinking and Draco
Rated: M!
Pairings: HPDM, RWBZ, TNHG, (OC/OC), PP?, SBRM (yeah, I'm throwing that in too!)...that's all so far
ENJOY!

::June 30th::

Nothing said "middle of summer" like a pine tree in the middle of the room. Harry, sitting next to the door smoking a cigarette with Draco, stared at the massive tree for a few minutes and tried to figure out what exactly the point of it was.

Twenty six days ago his Sixth year had ended and he had returned to Southern England with Draco and their gang. In just over three weeks Harry had picked up the singular bad habit of smoking. He did not mind it, never had really, but he had started smoking shortly after starting his summer homework.

Hermione and Ron did not mind but he doubted they would pick it up.

As it was, Blaise Zabini stood atop a wooden ladder tying strings of silver and platinum on the branches. Harry did not understand, in fact, he was impressively confused but Draco and Blaise were shouting at each other in what Harry assumed to be Italian and he didn't want to interfere.

Deep within the Zabini Manor Harry heard a door slam. Probably Theo, he thought and checked to see if Draco was still holding their cigarette.

Theo entered the main hall, took a quick look at the tree and ignored it otherwise.

"What's going on?"

Theo sighed, "There's still nothing from Pansy or Lucius."

"Still?" Draco sat up.

Lucius had returned to Krakow and was waiting there for Pansy. It had been nearly sixteen days since he had floo'd over from the manor in Dublin and nothing had been heard since. Theo, who preferred quick, clean answers to things, was annoyed most by this.

"Nothing," Theo confirmed.

"Well, shit," Blaise said and climbed down the ladder. More than half the tree was spotted in the silver strings and Ron entered from another room carrying a large box of blue and red and green stars.

"I know."

There was a massive noise from the entrance to the house and the kids jumped up and left the ballroom to see what had happened. They found the front door and Desdemona, screaming at the doors.

"You get the bloody hell out of here you selfish arse!"

Through the doors someone shouted back, "Let me in my house you psychotic wretch!"

The doors flew open and a man of well over six feet in height stood there looking furious. He was just like Blaise. Tall, dark, with the same wild hair and eyes and the strange configuration of features that made him attractive but almost inhuman.

Desdemona whirled around to him and glared, "You died sixteen years ago."

"Ha," he laughed angrily, "You're a fool Dez."

"Then what happened to you?"

"What do you think?" He asked, "We were married for three days when you told me you were pregnant, I was eighteen and there was a war going on. I may never have been the most mature snake in the den but dammit if that's not a lot for anyone to handle."

"That's complete dragon dung," she snapped, "I was seventeen and by Merlin I raised our son and I was alone. It was not too much you were just a scared little girl who ran away from responsibility."

"So what if I did?" He shouted back, "I got scared, I ran away and if you hadn't come to Athens and found me I would never have come back. Are you happy? I admitted that I'm a failure father, husband and human, what more do you want?"

She glared at him, "You have to face our son and admit to him what you did."

"I don't want to see him," the man snarled.

"Too late," Desdemona turned and pointed to Blaise.

The man went rigid and his eyes moved to his son. There was a heavy silence. The young snake stared at the elder and almost glared while his father tried very hard not to look as angry as he was.

"Blaise, this is your father, Ridex."

Blaise stepped forward, carefully.

Ridex, an angry man if ever Harry had seen one, looked the boy up and down before he spoke, "You are my son?"

Blaise nodded.

Draco, concern on his face, stepped up next to Blaise.

Desdemona glared at Ridex, "For Merlin's sake he's your son, not a stranger."

Ridex snarled at her, "You gave him my father's name?"

"And yours," she said almost as a barb, "He's just like you and you have to accept him."

The man glared at her, "I wonder why I loved you."

"This isn't about us," she reminded him, "It is about you and your son."

"This is indeed about us," he said, "What happened between us is something we have to deal with and…" he paused and looked away from her, "I heard you're remarrying."

She nodded.

"It's illegal though…we're still married."

"England pronounced you dead," she told him, "As long as the marriage is in England it's perfectly legal."

He frowned, "Without a body they pronounced me dead?"

"It happens," she said.

Blaise interrupted, "Hold on for one bloody second. You're my father?"

Ridex turned to the boy, "So your mother claims."

Blaise glared, "I spent my whole life wondering if she loved you, I worried about how she killed you and what she told me about it. I cannot remember you; I was so upset that I couldn't remember you because I thought I would never have a chance to see what kind of person you were. Now I've met you and I wish I hadn't, you ran away and maybe my mother isn't perfect but you abandoned her and me. You're such a disgrace."

Ridex glared back and it was eerie how similar they looked.

"Do not lecture me on honor and disgrace," he said, "Do not assume I do not recognize the Malfoy boy behind you and a son of Weasley no doubt. Disgrace is in your actions as much as mine."

Blaise flared with anger, "Shut up you selfish coward. My friends are not a source of disgrace or dishonor. Draco is more my family than you are and Ron," his glare grew, "Is my boyfriend and I care about him deeply. He has shown more concern for me than you ever did and so those that I surround myself with are better than you, not disgraceful."

Ridex sneered.

"I could care less about your boyfriends and teenage dramatics, Blaise, you're nearly seventeen and you act like a child."

"You're more than twice my age and just as juvenile."

Ridex snarled and turned to Desdemona, "Bloody good job raising it, I can see you're a talented and capable mother" he said sarcastically and looked at the house for a half-second, "You can keep this dump, I'm leaving."

"No," Blaise stormed after him, "You cannot waltz into my life for three minutes and jump back out again. No, you stop walking right the hell now and explain to me what the fuck you were thinking!"

Ridex turned sharply, "You want to know what I was thinking? I was thinking that, at eighteen, I was not even suited to hold a job much less raise a child. I was a drug addict, a drinker, a smoker and a lazy bum who had just inherited sixty-eight million from his new dead parents. I got Dezzy pregnant on her graduation from Hogwarts, we got married and you know what, I was not ready for that either. I didn't know she was pregnant until I was trapped in a life-long marriage to her. I ran away. I hated the idea was wasting my life on a stupid brat like you. I left her ten million and walked out the door. I never wanted to come back here or see her or you until she showed up in Athens and told me I had to come back. Sixteen years since I saw that witch and she threatened me and disappeared. If I had known you were her I would have just let her leave but it's too damn late now."

"You're right," Blaise snarled, "It's too late so you better get used to knowing what I look like and knowing that any chance you had of having a son who loves you is long gone."

Ridex glared at him in silence, turned and walked out the doors.

They slammed behind him.

"Bastard," Blaise growled.

Desdemona sighed, "Blaise, please calm down."

"No, I won't, why did you bring him here?"

"I did not know Ridex was alive until yesterday. I was in Athens looking for wedding gowns when I saw him. I didn't think it was true, at first, that he was alive and right there in front of me but it was and, Merlin, Blaise it was hard for me. I loved your father so much, I didn't care about his drinking or drugs or anything that he did. He was fun and wonderful and artistic and dangerous. When he disappeared I was so scared but I knew that if I had part of him with me, you, I could be okay. You're an amazing boy, Blaise, and nothing he said about you has any merit." Desdemona looked out the window by the door, "He's an artist now, and he paints and lives easily off his inheritance. Ridex was never responsible but that doesn't matter. Darling, you must forgive him…perhaps in a few days he'll calm down too."

"Why do you want me to know him? He's despicable."

"He is still young, like you, and rash and temperamental."

"He's a prick."

"You spoke the same way of those who are now you're dear friends," she said with a motion to the Gryffindors.

Blaise refused to budge on the subject, "I don't like him."

"I-"

"At least when he was dead I could imagine he was a nice man."

"He is-"

"No, I don't want to talk about it anymore."

RAWR!

I know you're mad for the length but I have Ch 2 written and waiting.

One week, lovies.

You know what I enjoy?

Blaise: Fucking with my life?

FireStorm: Besides that

Draco: Letting me sex Harry?

FireStorm: Besides that.

Hermione: Avoiding letting me sex Theo.

Theo::bluuuush::

FireStorm: Well...ehm...I-uh

Blaise: Is it reviews?

FireStorm: YES! It's reviews!

Draco:...I prefer sex

FireStorm: Well, don't we all?

Hermione: I WOULD if you would let me.

Theo: Really, I don't think we should publisize our-

Hermione: Hey, I may be a book worm but I have needs and-

FireStorm: Well...that's nice but 'Mione, honey, we're getting there. I have to ease into this smut thing

Hermione: Fine.

LOVE!
FireStorm and the Gang