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See disclaimer in Chapter 1. Not mine.

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"I, Pansy Parkinson, resolve to be nicer to the other Houses in the New Year."

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"Seriously, Draco?" Pansy snorted, having just gotten her first good look at her friend since their return to the Slytherin dungeons.

"What?" he asked, smoothing a hand unconsciously over his hair, hoping he didn't look to thoroughly debauched after his brief interlude with Harry. Harry, the boy he was in love with. Draco grinned.

"Oh, this is bad," Theo groaned, disturbed by the unfamiliar light in Draco's eyes.

"So we lost some points," Draco said with a shrug, assuming they were talking about the 75 points McGonagall docked. "We still have our Ravenclaw and Gryffindor matches. We can make it up then. It's no big –"

Blaise snickered, grabbing Draco by the shoulders and forcefully turning him toward the cold stone wall. They didn't bother with many tapestries or portraits inside the common room, since the damp walls always made them moldy. One of the down sides to living under the lake.

Pansy raised her wand, pointing it at the empty stone. "Replico."

The rough stone shimmered, its surface becoming smooth and silvery, like a mirror. Blaise shoved Draco forward again, drawing the blond's eyes to his own reflection.

"Fuck me," Draco moaned, a very uncharacteristic blush flooding his usually pale cheeks at the sight of the large H on the disgusting homemade jumper he was wearing.

Pansy choked, her eyes going wide. Draco flushed even darker when he realized his unfortunate words and how they could be construed, his chest tightening uncomfortably at the horrified looks on his friends' faces.

"Only sometimes," he whispered, laughing weakly at his bad joke.

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The first breakfast of the new year was subdued. Seamus and Neville were arguing over the large glass container in the corner and its lack of rubies, while Susan sent them longing glances and Hannah attempted to Transfigure her cup into – well, anything, really.

Hermione had entered Harry's dorm earlier that morning, forcing the sulking Gryffindor out of his bed and into the shower. Harry hadn't seen the point – Draco, for all his bravado last night – was sure to be livid about their mix-up. No matter what he'd said, Harry knew the blond wasn't ready for their relationship to come out just yet.

He watched the doors like a hawk, willing them to open and admit the blond he so desperately needed to see. Neville fidgeted nervously next to him, obviously worried as well.

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They can't hide forever, can they? Neville wondered, picking at his shepherd's pie as he watched the younger Slytherins file in for dinner, the four seventh-years conspicuously absent yet again. He was going absolutely spare, mad with worry that something horrible had happened to Pansy last night. The only reason he hadn't gone to McGonagall yet was the Owl she'd sent him at lunch, assuring him she was fine and that everything would work out.

He watched Harry stare morosely at his own empty plate, wondering why this was affecting the dark-haired wizard so much. Did this have something to do with Harry's odd resolution? Neville shuddered, not even wanting to imagine what kinds of secrets Harry Potter must have to keep.

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It was the first breakfast of the new term, and Harry stared disinterestedly at the pumpkin juice and oatmeal in front of him. He wasn't the slightest bit hungry. Quite the opposite, in fact. He'd been fighting a persistent bout of nausea, feeling sicker with every moment that passed. He looked over at the empty Slytherin table again, cringing as he imagined what Draco must be going through right now. Slytherin was clearly having a House meeting about something, and Harry had a sinking sensation he knew exactly what would merit one of the rare assemblies.

It had been three days – three days! – since he'd seen the blond last, though Draco had Owled him every day, promising he was alright and that he had a plan to work everything out. Harry wondered what kind of plan that would be. Did Draco have access to a Time-Turner? Had he Obliviated the three other seventh-years, and was hiding out because the spell went awry?

Harry and Neville both jumped when the doors flew open, their eyes drawn to the small band of Slytherins who entered. Blaise's jaw was set in what Harry could only assume was anger, though Theo just looked resigned. Draco and Pansy were holding hands - wait, Draco and Pansy were holding hands?

As they strode across the hall, the rest of Slytherin House poured in behind them, all looking as stoic and resigned as Theo, right down to the tiny but fierce-looking first-years. What the hell was going on?

"Listen up," Draco called, casting a quick Sonorus on himself to be heard over the din of the Great Hall. It was hardly necessary – it went quiet as a tomb the moment the Slytherin Prince opened his mouth, all eyes riveted on him and Pansy.

"Most of you think Pansy and I have been dating for years," Draco said, and Pansy giggled, waggling her eyebrows at him in a surprisingly undignified way.

"But you're wrong," she said clearly, her voice carrying without the benefit of a spell.

They both advanced on the Gryffindor table, and Harry tensed, forgetting to breathe as he watched them come nearer. He nearly swallowed his tongue when he saw Draco's hands wrap around Pansy's waist, pulling the petite witch close to his body. He thought he might scream when Draco's blond head dipped, capturing the girl's mouth in a kiss.

No one said a word as they broke apart, though several laughed when Draco swiped a hand across his mouth in mock disgust.

"Anything?" he asked her, his grey eyes sparkling as she shook her head in an emphatic 'no'.

Harry's lungs burned, and he remembered to breathe, drawing in a shaky breath as Draco dropped her hand. Harry felt like time slowed as Draco moved purposefully toward him, reaching out to fist his hands in Harry's robes and pull him to his feet.

Harry didn't even have time to register what was happening before Draco's mouth crashed down on his, his arms coming up and wrapping around the Slytherin's body as though they had a mind of their own. Relief coursed through Harry's veins, bright and hot, soothing all the fears he'd had for the past few days.

Draco tore his mouth away, and Harry bit back a whimper just in time. He'd completely forgotten where they were – and who was watching.

"Anything?" Draco asked, his voice husky.

Harry wasn't sure he could keep his voice steady enough to answer, so he merely nodded, his green eyes blazing as he stared at the blond. He almost laughed as he heard a similar question from Pansy, turning his head just in time to catch Neville's strangled affirmation.

The Great Hall was silent. Even the teachers were dumbstruck, their expressions ranging from merely surprised to outright horrified. Harry wondered how long the shocked silence would last, bracing himself for the inevitable onslaught of abuse that would surely result from this ridiculous display.

The first murmurs began to spread through the room, and Harry could hear bits and pieces of the shocked words.

" – Potter's gay?"

"Did Malfoy –"

" – you see that –"

" – figures –"

"Never thought –"

"– a spell, surely –"

Seamus stood, clearing his throat roughly. The Great Hall went silent once again, all eyes now on the tall Gryffindor. He met Harry's eye, and the dark-haired wizard was surprised by the fierce loyalty he found reflected back.

"What you all don't know is that Parkinson's new year's resolution was to be nicer to other Houses," he quipped, his thick Irish brogue echoing through the crowd room.

He stepped around Neville, grinning as he pecked Pansy on the cheek. She blushed, and he laughed. Draco tensed when he approached, his grey eyes studying Seamus with distrust when the other boy gripped his shoulder.

"Malfoy's obviously going along with it, supporting his House-mate," Seamus drawled, waggling his eye brows at the blond. Draco blanched, leaning away when Seamus' intent became clear.

The boy laughed, leaning in to place a chaste kiss against Draco's cheek as well. He grinned when he heard Harry's low growl behind him.

Harry relaxed when he saw the rest of Gryffindor rise, lining up behind Neville to kiss Pansy. The Great Hall erupted into laughter and chatter, the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs clearly deciding that if Gryffindor and Slytherin were alright with the shocking revelation, they were too. He looked up toward the staff table, wary of what he would find there.

McGonagall rose, clinking her spoon against her goblet to garner everyone's attention.

"Parkinson! Malfoy!"

Everyone froze, watching the Headmistress survey the scene with an inscrutable expression.

"Fifty points to Slytherin for promoting House Unity," she finished, a rare smile splitting her face as she took her seat.

Author's note: This was meant to be a one-shot, guys! But I'm caving under the pressure of all your puppy dog eyes … let's try a chapter for each resolution, shall we? Short chappies, though, because this is just a bit of spoofy silliness. Two down, 10 to go!