Draco ushered the two out of the room, promising that they would definitely have a 'talk' later. Turning to look at Harry, sleeping peacefully, naked in Draco's bed, he couldn't help but smile. It was unfortunate that Harry didn't see the smile, for if he had, he surely would have fallen in love with the gorgeous blonde.

Draco kissed him lightly, wandlessly cleaning and clothing his love; no one but him would see Harry nude on his watch. As he was on his way to the kitchen to make breakfast, he woke up all of his and Harry's friends who were passed out in various places around the house. Mari, Chrys, Bret, Herme, Jarel, Antonia, Ling Zan, Roxi, Darryn, Angel, Blaise, and Tracker Darkwood, the general madman among them all. Yes, Herme is Hermione Granger. After Ron died in the battle against Voldemort sixth year and she hadn't felt a lover's grief, she'd let go of her affection for him and fallen in love with Tracker. They'd been going steady a while now.

She'd gone seriously punk, and loved it. Like when she was woken up, she was wearing a pair of dark charcoal pleather pants, a babydoll tank under a netted shirt, both black, and dark streaks in her honey brown hair. Her bellbutton was adorned with a black rose on a tiny barbell, to match the rose earrings she wore. She slept with her head on Tracker's sh0ulder, on the couch they'd sat and snogged on last night.

Next to them were Mari and Chrys, the only lesbian couple in the bunch, slumbering in each other's arms.

Two girls named after pretty flowers( Marigold and Chrysanthemum) by their oblivious mothers, two hardcore Gothic punks, two misunderstood lesbians from the States? Romantics in the group cried, 'Fate', but the two lovebirds insisted it was just 'dumb luck'. Whatever it was, it was sugary sweet.

Unlike the sexaholic couple of the gang, Antonia and Jarel, who were spooning each other, one big Puerto Rican orgy, in their sleep. It was almost sluttish how they couldn't keep their hands off each other. They were always kissing and groping; sometimes, they'd even rub each other to arousal during a movie, in plain view of the whole crew!

The only gay couple( until Draco and Harry, if they could be called one) was Bret and Darryn, who were in fact, according to each other, 'hung like horses'. They were the cutest couple in the group.

And last were the two exotic ones of the posse, the mighty Japanese samurai, Ling Zan, and the chica with a Latina flavor, Roxana Lita Martilez. The two fought like Death Eaters and Aurors, so they were obviously madly in love. But they insisted they despised the very thought of each other, and had taken great care to never be caught together long enough to even snog one another, even when they were pissed out of their minds. Despite their efforts, Draco found them on the floor of the drawing room that morning, holding hands in their unconscious state.

Grinning at how much the two were like he and Harry, he got a bit lost in the irony of it all and never heard Harry walk up behind him. He felt Harry's hot breath on his neck and shivered. He turned to face his nouvel amour. "I've made you some eggs and toast, want some?" Harry nodded, and ran his tongue down Draco's neck. Draco let out a small moan, and the chuckles let him know they had an audience.

He whirled around to find the whole crew laughing at him. Tracker had Hermione in his lap, and they were snorting into their cups of coffee. Antonia and Jarel were too busy sucking face to care. Ling Zan and Roxi were arguing over why it was funny, but chortling anyway. Bret and Darryn were spewing pieces of the muffins they'd conjured as they giggled. Mari and Chrys were leaning on each other for support while they laughed their arses off. Angel and Blaise were rolling on the floor, holding their sides.

Draco Vanished their coffees, and Finite'd their hangover spells. He laughed evilly as their guffaws turned to gasps and groans, all of them clutching their heads in agony. Unfortunately, it had also ended Harry's. He was howling in misery with the rest. Reluctantly, Draco put the spells back. Sighs of relief sounded around the kitchen, and Harry slumped into Draco. Draco grinned; he could definitely get used to this.

"It's about time, you stubborn asses," chorused eight smirking voices.

"Yeah, really!" Blaise and Angel shouted, standing up and brushing themselves off.

"What about you two?" Draco shot back.

The two ran out of the room, blushing, among snickers.