Disclaimer: These character still aren't mine...which is a pity.

Oh, and, just in case you didn't get it from the last chapter...this is a slash.

The dedications are much the same, even more so this time to Heather, who managed to upload her first chapter..congrats. Anyway, I'm getting side-tracked again. Where was I...oh yeah. This is the new chapter -and probably the last- for this story. Hope you enjoy.

Lobe Manaka-San


"Haaarrryy," the pale blonde whined. "You weren't gonna wear that to Hogsmead, were you?"

"Well, I was thinking about it," Harry answered, looking down at his outfit. Personally, he didn't see anything wrong with it; his favorite gray jumper and an old pair of jeans. "Why? What's wrong with it?"

"Only everything," Draco answered. "For one, those jeans don't even fit. And two, that jumper does not go with your eyes. Let me pick out your clothes for today."

Harry tried to argue that his outfit was just fine, but Draco wouldn't hear it. The Slytherin dug through his trunk, effectively scattering his clothes around the dormitory. He sighed and plopped himself on his bed, watching as his boyfriend looked frightfully at a red knit sweater. Harry didn't have to see the front to know there was a large, yellow 'H' on it. Draco shifted his eyes to Harry and cocked a silver eyebrow.

"Mrs. Weasley's idea of a Christmas gift," the Gryffindor explained.

Draco mouthed an understanding 'oh' and set the offending piece of clothing down as if it were highly explosive.

Tell him to burn it...or better yet, burn it without him knowing, a voice called out in his head. To his surprised, is sounded like Pansy. Why on earth he'd have an advocating voice in his head that sounded like her was beyond him.

Nearing the bottom, and the end of his choices, Draco finally pulled out a green jumper Harry forgot he owned and a pair of jeans that Harry bought the summer before so he would have at least one pair that fit properly.

"Now get dressed," Draco ordered, throwing the clothes at him. As Harry pulled his previous jumper off, Draco made no move toward the door. Instead, he remained where he was as a smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.

"You can go wait in the common room 'til I'm finished changing, alright?" Harry commanded.

"Yeah, 'cause it's like I've never seen you naked. Wait, have you forgotten last night already? I think I'm gonna cry."

"Draco," Harry said in a warning tone.

"Do I have to?" Draco whined.

"Yes."

"Fine." And with that, Draco over-dramatically stormed out of the dorm room and down the stairs toward the Gryffindor common room. When he reached the bottom, he found the one person whom he could tolerate, somewhat, and that was only because it was her genius idea that got him that edible boyfriend of his.

"Granger," he whined for the third time that. "Harry won't let me watch him change."

Hermione looked up from her texts at the pouting Slytherin. "Yeah, cuz it's not like you've ever seen him naked or nothing. He'll be down in a few moments, just leave him be."

She returned to what she had been doing.

"Granger, I thought you were supposed to be on my side here."

No you didn't. You hoped she would be on your side.

Hermione looked up again. Draco glared accusingly down at her and crossed his arms over his chest. She sighed and ignored him.

"Granger!"

"Hey, Malfoy, you're acting like toddler, again!"

"Shut up, Thomas!!"

Hex him. Hex him good.

No, he's one of Harry's - Draco shuddered - friends.

"What's with all the yelling?" Harry asked, emerging from the stairwell.

"Granger wouldn't help me-" Draco started.

"-get back into your room to watch you change," Hermione finished for him. Harry scoffed at Draco.

"Yeah, what she said," Draco agreed, waving a hand absently in Hermione's direction. "Then Thomas over there said I was acting like a toddler, again, and I merely told him that his commentary wasn't needed. In less words."

Harry sighed. "Draco, you wanna go to Hogsmead or sit around arguing with my housemates?"

Draco jumped for joy. "Yay! It's time for our date!"

"Wow, you get really hyper after a good night's sleep, don't you Malfoy?" Seamus called from across the room.

"No," Draco answered without thinking. "I get hyper after a good shag."

Instantly, the common room grew so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. No one dared ask if what they heard was actual what he said. Draco beamed at the shocked faces while Harry turned a violent shade of red.

Draco's inner Pansy-voice began laughing at the astonished faces of the Gryffindors in the common room.

"Let's go," Harry finally said. He grabbed Draco's arm and lead him toward the portrait hole.

"Harry," called Hermione, who obviously wasn't effected by the blonde's statement. "Take your Cloak in case you two are out after curfew."

That's something else you may have to burn when he's not looking.

The boys stopped and exchanged horrified glances. "Uh, no, it's okay. We'll be back before then. Promise."

They were gone before Hermione could protest further.


"Hey, I didn't even realize I said it, okay?" the blonde defended over a cup of coffee. The duo sat at a window table in a cafe down the street from Honeydukes. "And anyway, I can't help if those chastity-cursed Gryffindors are easily shocked at my sexual prowess."

"Yeah, you're a regular sex god," Harry said, taking a sip of his own coffee.

Damn straight, you are!!! Well, not literally straight, 'cause, you know, the whole gay thing, but I'm sure he gets the picture. Well, then again, he is a Gryffindor.

"Damn straight," Draco echoed the voice in his head, pulling himself up in his chair so he sat completely straight and squared his shoulders. "And you know it!"

"Yeah, yeah."

After finishing their coffee drinks, the boys walked up and down the streets of Hogsmead, browsing shops and stopping every once in a while to make a purchase. One such purchase was from a cute little boutique that specialized in seductive undergarments.

"You can't make me get that."

"Please...for me."

"No."

"Haaarrryy."

"No."

"What if I buy a matching one? Then we can be sex gods together."

"..."

"You know you wanna see me in this. It's all silk...and look, it's even red."

"..."

"Come on, I know you wanna see me in this, all red and everything."

"Miss, could I get one of these."

The day proceeded on, and the number of shopping bags continued to increase.

"You know, shopping with you is almost like shopping with a girl."

"I take great offense in that. I am very masculine in my shopping."

"That's why we're toting around a Honeydukes bag full of chocolate-"

"Hey, their chocolate is amazingly exquisite."

"-a bag possessing underwear-"

"Sexy underwear."

"-a bag with the newest magical facial creams-"

"You want my skin to remain beautiful and flawless, right?"

"-and a bag with brand new, expensive robes."

"I always have to look my best. Just be happy I didn't make you pay for those."

"Elation is leaking from every pore."

"Ew."

"Just an expression, Draco."

"Still gross."

As the sun set and the shops closed up for the night, Harry and Draco found themselves outside the Three Broomsticks.

"Wanna stop and get a drink?" Harry asked, jerking one bag laden arm at the door.

"Yes," answered Draco. "I'm completely parched."

The brunette rearranged the bags so he could hold the door open for the blonde. The only other occupants were two witches at the bar who kept stealing glances at the boys, a warlock who kept to himself in one corner, and a witch who seemed to be covered in warts and boils; rather empty for a Saturday night. The newly arrived couple took a booth near the back, away from the bar. After a moment, their waiter walked over to their table.

"So, what's your poison tonight, boys?" he inquired. He was young, couldn't had been more than a few years older than the boys, with dark hair and darker eyes.

"Firewhiskey," Draco responded before Harry could answer. "For the both of us."

As the waiter left to get their order, Harry leaned across the table at Draco.

"We can't have that, we're not of age yet."

"Oh, but the owner knows me, knows my sex god status. She lets me order whatever I want," the blonde replied. "And did you see the way that guy was looking at me? He'd let me get away with anything from ordering firewhiskey to murder."

"Hardly," Harry replied disbelievingly. Then, he looked at his boyfriend desperately. "She doesn't know your sex god status first hand, does she?"

"Merlin, no," Draco snorted. "She only wishes she had."

That would be a little more than slightly gross.

Harry was about to says something, but was interrupted by the arrival of their firewhiskey. Draco smiled a thanks to the waiter before he turned and walked off again.

"Hey, Harry," said the blonde. "I know a fun drinking game. Wanna play?"

Oh, this should be interesting.


"Draco! Get up, you lazy sod! Get the fuck out of bed!!" Pansy yelled, jerking the blonde from his wonderful dream involving him and Harry.

Damn that witch. She should know not to wake people up so early on a Sunday.

"C'mon Draco, get up!"

Draco opened his silver eyes, glaring up at the interrupter of dreams. Pansy had pulled the green curtains open and now stood in the part, looking rather unthreatening and annoyingly bright in her neon pink nighty.

"Why are you here? Shouldn't you still be in bed, too?" Draco asked groggily.

"Well, thanks to you, I couldn't even get to bed last night. Neither could anyone else in the dungeons," Pansy snapped. "Now get out of bed!"

"Shouldn't you at least refrain from coming in the boy's dormitory? Even if you are awake, some of us wanna sleep. Now scurry back to the girl's dorm so I can return to my cozy dream."

"I am in the girl's dorm!"

Oh, snap!

Draco's eyes shot open. No way in hell he had been so drunk as to go up the wrong staircase and fall asleep in the wrong bed. Right?

Wrong...Draco, I distinctly remember a chorus of some Muggle song Harry taught you being yelled into the night. If you were drunk enough to do that, you were drunk enough to do anything.

"NOW GET OUT OF MY BED BEFORE I HEX YOU SO HARD, YOUR GRANDCHILDREN WILL FEEL IT!!!!" Pansy bellowed.

"He won't be having any of those, thank you. And I would greatly appreciate it if you would stop your yelling. Some of us are attempting to sleep," a deep, sleepy voice came from the bed next to Draco. Slowly, the blonde turned to find a dark head of hair trying to burrow into the pillow.

"We could adopt, you bastard!" he exclaimed, jabbing the drowsy Harry in the ribs, only to be peered at with unfocused emerald eyes.

"Fine, if that's what you want," replied the brunette, grabbing his glasses from where they sat on Pansy's night table.

"It is, thank you very much," Draco retorted. Then, he leaned down and gently kissed Harry.

"THAT'S IT! OUT YOU GO!!" And with that said, Pansy raised her wand at them, screaming a spell, and the two occupants of the bed were thrown from the green sheets to land in a mass of naked skin on the floor. Draco, realizing their lack of clothing, yanked the matching green comforter from Pansy's bed and settled it over them. Harry turned a violent red. "As much as I like the fact that you two are actually together, next time, use your own bed to have kinky monkey sex!!!"

The two boys rose from their position on the floor, which was rather difficult due to the fact that they had to maneuver the blanket as well as remain balanced. As they made their way toward the door, Pansy began to throw their clothing at them. When a pair of red silk underwear came to land on Harry's shoulder, he held them up and looked at the furious Slytherin.

"I don't think these are-" he began.

"Yes they are," Draco interjected, blushing slightly. The blonde grabbed them from Harry, who proceeded to turn a darker red (if that's even possible), and stuffed them into the blanket.


The couple re-emerged from the boy's dorm not long after, Draco beaming and looking fairly ecstatic while Harry tugged at the clothes Draco had lent him, which fit awkwardly. Cat calls and wolf howls resonated from Slytherins arranged around the common room. Theodore Nott approached them with a smug expression on his face.

"You seem rather cheery and full of energy this morning, Draco. Have a good time last night?" he asked through a smirk.

"Now that you mention it, I can't remember," Draco declared truthfully. Then, giving Harry a sidelong glance. "Guess me and Harry will have to reenact later."

"Oh, that will be interesting," Nott commented, shifting his gaze to the brunette. "So, Potter, feeling okay this morning?"

"I'm fine," replied Harry slowly. "Just a little more than slightly uncomfortable."

"Oh really?" asked the smirking Slytherin, sending an amused look over one shoulder. Instantly, the common room erupted with laughter. One boy, a fifth year that Harry didn't recognize, added an 'Oh, Draco! Harder!' to the chorus of everyone else.

The Gryffindor's face paled to a stark white. "No..."

"Yes, actually. Wait, let me correct myself. I do believe it was...'Oh, Merlin yes'," Nott jeered. "Who knew the Boy Who Lived was a screamer."

Harry stared at Nott as the information sunk in.

Oh, Merlin!! Look at his face! It's priceless!!! I didn't know the human flesh could go transparent!!!

Suddenly, Draco grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the entrance of the Slytherin common room.

"We're leaving," Draco stated to no one in particular.

The Gryffindor let himself get jerked into the corridor as Nott called, "Oh, and do check the Daily Prophet! There's an interesting article on the front page!"


"Ah, bloody fuck," cursed Draco as he skimmed the recommended reading where he sat at the Gryffindor table for breakfast. He was quite thankful none of Harry's friends were there at that moment.

The headline Golden Boy and Ice Prince of Hogwarts-Together? and the picture from the morning before adorned the top half of the first page of the Daily Prophet. The accompanying article gave a mass of information about the new relationship of the boys as well as of the feelings they harbored for each other prior to said relationship. Something in Draco told him that most of the 'anonymous' reports were from his so-called friends. He pointed his wand at the paper, which proceeded to rip to shreds.

"Sirius is gonna have a coronary," Harry piped up.

"Yeah, you're lucky," replied the blonde. Then, with a note of sarcasm, he added, "But I assure you, tomorrow's headline will be better. It will tell of a homicide. Some deranged father will have killed his only, and remarkably beautiful, son. It will be incredibly sad. Too bad I won't be here to read it."

I will mourn you.

That's comforting.

It should be...sort of.

"He wouldn't kill you," the Gryffindor said, taking his hand. "Would he?"

"You don't know my father." Green eyes looked at him, horrified. "I was kidding, Harry. He probably won't kill me." Harry seemed to relax. "Nope, knowing him, he'll just pull me from school and lock me in one of our dungeons."

Harry was about to protest when Ron and Hermione walked up. Ron's face contorted as he noticed (yes, he actually noticed something. amazing isn't it?) their closeness and the fact that Draco was eating his breakfast at the Gryffindor table.

"Hey, boys," greeted Hermione, taking Ron's usual seat next to Harry. The red head slid into the seat on his girlfriend's other side.

The duo gave 'good mornings' to the new arrivals.

"So, where were you last night, mate?" Ron asked, leaning to look at Harry. "You never came back to the Tower."

Harry started to answer as Ron poured himself a cup of pumpkin juice. He didn't know exactly how to reply without effectively causing his best friend to be violently ill, so he gave up. Draco, however, knew exactly how to answer, and awaited for the opportune moment, which just so happened to be when Ron took a drink from his cup.

"He was getting thoroughly shagged," replied the blonde with a note of pride, despite the fact that he couldn't remember the activities of the night before. Ron choked on his juice, causing it to spill from his mouth onto the table. Hermione flicked her wand at the mess and it disappeared. He waited until Ron was done choking and attempted another drink before continuing with a grin. "Into the mattress, I might add."

The Pansy-voice howled with laughter as Ron's face turned a rather grotesque green, which seemed to make his hair even more offending by contrast, as he covered his ears and twisted his features in horror.

Harry's reaction was a little different: his face didn't go anything near green, in fact, it steered more toward a dark maroon as he folded his arms on the table and attempted to bury his head in them.

Hermione had no reaction.

"Speaking of which," Hermione continued, ignoring the faces of the boys around her. "Have you seen what the Prophet wrote?"

"Ugh," groaned Draco, slumping in a manner that went against all of his Malfoy training. "Don't remind us just how unloving our friends really are."

"Well, I could tell you who did it," Hermione offered. "If you wanted to know."

Draco immediately straightened and gave her a pleading look over Harry's quiet back. "Please, I wanna hex the daylights out of them!"

"Alright, but you can't hex them too bad." Hermione took a sip of Ron's abandoned juice. "Colin sent the picture and Blaise played reporter, gathering tidbits of info and submitting it to the Prophet."

"How 'bout Zabini dies first?" asked Harry, his voice muffled by his arms.

"No one is going to die," the Slytherin said after receiving a warning glare from Hermione. "They'll just have a lack of bits after we're done with them."

Harry raised his head to stare at her questioningly, hoping she would at the very least not report them. The female Gryffindor seemed to throw this idea around in her bushy head. "Well, as long as it's not too painful for them...or at least physically."

"It will be mentally traumatizing," smirked Draco. His brunette boyfriend nearly fell over backwards from excitement. Draco rose from his seat and offered Harry a hand. He took it and soon they were both standing next to the still green Ron and a grinning Hermione. "Now, we really must be off; there are two boys in need of punishment." Then he turned to Harry. "Shall we, dear?"

"Yes, love."

And with that, the two left the Great Hall, passing Ginny on their way out. When she came up to the Gryffindor table, she took the seat next to Hermione with a confused look.

"Why are they so happy this early?" she asked, reaching for a slice of toast.

Hermione smiled at her. "A little early morning revenge would make anyone happy."


The offenders stood before Professors McGonagall and Snape, their eyes darting from one place to another, trying not to meet the reprimanding gazes before them. They had barely finished their crimes when the professors strode down the corridor at them, their faces twin masks of aggravation. Well, Snape always had that sort of countenance. McGonagall's was usually more...indifferent.

"Boys, do you have any idea how hard it will be to regrow Mr. Creevey and Mr. Zabini's nether-regions?" asked the tall woman who seemed slightly surprised that she would find these two boys pulling pranks together despite what she had read in that morning's issue of the Daily Prophet.

Inescapably hard, if I did it right, the blonde thought to himself, but aloud, they mumbled in unison, "No, professor."

"It will be extremely difficult to brew a potion to remedy the problem," Snape continued. "I hope you two know the seriousness of this situation."

"We do, sir."

Serious or not, it was bloody fucking funny.

"I'm afraid we will have to give you boys detention for your actions, nonetheless," McGonagall informed them. "You will be helping Professor Snape in his classroom tomorrow after dinner. Am I clear?"

"Crystal, professor."

"Good. You are dismissed."


Later that day, at lunch, the boys recounted their escapades as well as their encounter with the professors to anyone who asked. Many boys stopped listening when the narrative came to the part about blowing off bits, but most girls stuck around and shrieked with laughter; a good portion started crying, they were laughing so hard.

"Poor Colin," Seamus commented. "I would hate to have my manhood blown off."

"Well, that's what he gets for sending that picture to the Prophet," Draco defended. "He had it coming."

"Draco, I really think we shouldn't had gone that far," said Harry. "I mean, he was just following his photographic instincts: taking incredibly hot pictures and wanting to share them with the world."

"Are you defending him?" asked the Slytherin in a scandalizing tone.

Should we blow his bits off, too? For being a fan boy sympathizer?

No, I'm rather fond of his bits.

"No, I just-" Harry started, but Seamus interrupted.

"Speaking of the article, would you be willing to sign this?" The Irishman held out a copy of that morning's paper and a quill.

Draco didn't say anything, he just stood and walked out of the Great Hall.

"Draco!" called Harry, following his retreating boyfriend.

The blonde almost knocked over a fourth year Hufflepuff as he rounded a corner down the corridor from the Great Hall. She cried out in surprise, then, noticing who it was, scurried off in the direction he had just come from. Not long after that, he heard footsteps coming up from behind him. He didn't have to turn around to know it was Harry.

"Draco, what's wrong?" asked the brunette when he finally caught up with the blonde. Draco turned to look at Harry.

"Fan people, that's what's wrong," he replied. "Fan girls, fan boys, the whole lot of them are crazy in one way or another."

"Now you know how I feel," Harry said, laughing through his nose. "And anyway, fan girls are the reason we're even together."

"Fine," Draco conceded. "Fan girls are okay, I guess. But fan boys are demons out of Hell."

"They are pretty bad aren't they?" Harry took a step toward Draco, wrapping his arms around the blonde's waist. Draco's own arms snaked their way around Harry's neck.

"Worse than bad. They're down right evil."

"I guess you're right."

Here we go...

"Of course I am, I'm always right. And beautiful. And smart. And an excellent Quidditch player. And-"

"And narcissistic."

"Hey, that's my mommy's name."

"Oh, shut up," Harry ordered before closing the gap between their mouths.

The End...I Promise


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