Title: Musical Chairs

Rated: M-Language, Crude Humor, Strong Sexual Content

Genre(s): Romance/Comedy/Friendship

Summary: With Voldemort defeated, Hogwarts welcomes back those students for an eighth year. A particular seventh year Harry's never noticed catches his eye, causing tension in him and Ginny's newfound relationship. Hermione's wandering eye for a blond haired snake has Ron's temper on edge, and a certain infuriatingly sexy Slytherin can't seem to stop coming with in a two foot radius of Ginny's personal space igniting Daphne's jealousy. Now that they're not fighting to save the world from eternal damnation, what are girls and guys to do? Switch ! And what's a naughty game of Truth or Dare have to do with it all? Gryffindor and Syltherin seem to be awfully cozy this year…(Parings: Harry/OC, Dramione, Ginny/Blaise, Ron/Daphne).

A/N: Hello all, welcome back to the next chapter of Musical Chairs, thank you to my reviewers, enjoy.

Act II: Where For Art Thou, Romeo? IV,V,VI

Scene IV

It was dark. Darker than anywhere he'd ever been. A dim blue light shinned on the crumpled form of a large man, his long white blond hair stained with blood only a foot away from him. It was none other than Lucious Malfoy. A gasp left unknown lips. Unknown. A mass. An entity. He was an entity. He was something. Suddenly, very clearly he could hear the sound of rushing air and realized it was himself. It, he, was breathing, scared. He felt from around him and felt heavy weight. He lifted these weights up, lowering what must have been his eyes. His vision blurred as red invaded it, red against small, pale hands that trembled.

He looked down, and the red stain continued down the white cloth wrapped around his body, spread out in a massive puddle underneath him. Blood…blood…so much blood…everywhere. Suddenly he was aware of pain and let out a blood curtailing scream. He watched as dark hands erupted from the solidity underneath Lucious's body and reach for his corpse, dragging it down, down into the black abyss.

"No!" He screamed, thrashing violently but he couldn't move, couldn't advance forward.

"Malfoy…." A poisonous voice whispered to him from the darkness.

"No! NO! FATHER!" The boy yelled, his body writhing in pain as he watched Lucious Malfoy decend until he was no more. The hands unanimously turned, and began to move towards him.

"Malfoooy…." His eyes widened as far as they could, pupils shrinking to almost nothing, the whites of his eyes dominating. He scrambled to back away from them, his stiff body searing with pain allowed him to do a backwards crawl away.

"NO! STAY AWAY FROM ME!" He screamed. It only encouraged them. Faster, faster they came as his heart froze in tremendous fear.

"Malfoooy….!" This was the end. He was going to die here.

"NOOOOOOOOO!"

"DRACO MALFOY WAKE UP THIS INSTANT!" Draco roared awake, his body jetting up to a sitting position as he panted hard, drenched in a cold sweat and trembling. "Draco?" His eyes whirred up at the sound of the hesitant voice, heart jamming rapidly in his chest. His eyes worked frantically as he tried to piece together what he saw. Small ringlets of slightly bushy curls, most pulled back into a low ponytail with a couple left to frame a smooth creamy face and wide, brown doe eyes etched with worry.

Next was her body, perched in a sitting position a foot away from him on his bed, her hands gripping his shoulders. She was on his bed. He looked around and saw his dresser, his shoes on the floor, his forest green painted walls and dark wood furniture. He was in his room. He was safe. Before his mind could register what he'd done Hermione was in his arms, being crushed to his bare chest fiercely as he embraced her, his body still shaking hard, his breathing ragged and heavy. He wasn't dying, Lucious wasn't dying. The hands weren't coming after him again…they weren't there. They were never there.

His eyes squeezed shut. A minute passed, then two. His heart was no longer racing as hard, his breathing had calmed almost completely back to normal, and slowly his body began to relax, eyes staying closed. Everything had been a blur. He wasn't sure what happened…but he was comfortable. Something soft ruffled his nose and he took a long, deep breath, inhaling the scent of sweet Hibiscus and earthy Jasmine. He felt something shift in his arms.

"Umm…" Draco Malfoys' eyes could not have popped open fast enough. Cringing slightly he loosed his grip and shifted, leaning back to see it was none other than Hermione Granger he had enfolded in his arms. He ripped away from her and got off the bed as fast as he could, turning his back to her.

He didn't know what to do, how to act. On one hand he wanted to call her a filthy mudblood and throw her out of his room and flat on her arse. Who had told her she could just come barging in anyway? But it wasn't her fault…he knew from Blaise's testimony that it was hard not to hear when he was having…one of those nightmares.

"What is it Granger?" He growled out. "i'm guessing you have a reason for barging into my room unannounced?" Hermione was still too stunned to register his rudeness and simply answered him as she slid herself off the bed. Her legs were shaking and she had no idea why.

Well…that wasn't completely true. She'd just woken up a scared shitless Draco Malfoy and been embraced by him like she was the last thing on earth he wanted to disappear.

"Er…right. You…I…it's…it's eleven forty-five. I…I came to get you because you weren't up and…it's Sunday. We have to report to Professor McGonagall at noon." She said, her voice too high and soft for her own liking.

"I'll be out in five." He ground out, his voice edged with anger. Hermione fled the room without another word and shut the door behind her, racing into the living room. She'd half expected he'd kill her even though none of it was her fault.

She was a bit peeved that he had been so rude. Here she had innocently come to get him for their meeting and came across him in a fit, and been kind enough to wake him. He'd practically thrown himself on her when he woke up and yet he was the one who was angry?! She was the one who got violated by being pressed against his half naked body! But…some how…she couldn't feel angry. Malfoy had been truly terrified of something…and what ever it was she had a feeling it wasn't the first time. Something was haunting him, tormenting him, and somewhere in her…she wanted to know what. She felt bad, seeing him like that. It was a side of him that was unlike any she had ever seen really, and it tugged at her heart.

True to his word, five minutes later Draco appeared in the living room fully dressed in his robes. His gaze lazily traveled over to her and she appraised him silently with a frown.

"Gonna sit there and stare all day Granger or are we leaving?" He sneered. Hermione glared at him.

"Arrogant prick." She muttered as she pushed herself off the couch and stormed passed him.

"Bushy haired goblin."

"Evil little ferret!"

"Self righteous prude!"

This continued on their way out the portrait hole, and down the long corridor ahead of them…

Scene V

Ginny sat in her usual spot next to Harry and across from Ron at the elongated table. It was lunch time and none of them were fans of missing a meal.

"Where's 'Mione, Ron?" Ginny asked curiously after swallowing a bite of cornbread. Ron gave a small shrug.

"She said her and Malfoy had to meet with McGonagall, so I'm guessing she's finishing up there." He replied. Ginny noticed the lack of enthusiasm in her brother's voice and she tilted her head towards him.

"You're not still mad she's rooming with Malfoy, are you?" She questioned.

"What? No! It's…it's got nothin' to do with that." He mumbled. Ginny quirked an eyebrow and glanced at Harry. Harry knew what the issue was, but he merely shrugged. It wasn't his place to share. Sensing she wasn't going to get anything from him, Ginny turned her attention away from Harry and back to Ron.

"Well…what is it?" She pried. Ron averted his eyes in an annoyed manner.

"It's just like I'm not important to her anymore. She pays me absolutely no attention." He said.

"You are pretty clingy Ron…"

"Shut it, Ginny!" Harry and Ginny tried to stifle their laughs. It was true. Ron followed Hermione around like a puppy and Hermione had always been one to go and do her own thing. They weren't sure why he had expected that to change. Ron glared at the both of them before jerking his head away, allowing for something else to catch his attention. "Hang on…whose that?" Both Ginny and Harry turned their heads to look in the direction his eyes were staring only to see an older Slytherin girl approaching the lower half of the Gryffindor table. Harry recognized her immediately.

She stopped next to a young looking Gryffindor and after speaking a sentence she smiled politely, and handed him what looked like a small envelope. The boy's face turned a shade of pink and he muttered something before Serena gave a short response and turned and walked away. Ginny turned back to look at Ron.

"That's Serena Fade, she's the seventh year Slytherin Prefect." Ginny answered with ease. Ron looked at her quizzically.

"What in the world was she doing over here? And how'd you know that?"

Ginny's ears started to turn a bit red with embarrassment, a trait her family passed down to her.

"Er…well…I'm...a Prefect too." She said quietly.

"What?!" Harry and Ron said in unison. Ginny's cheeks also started to turn a little red and Harry grinned.

"Congratulations Ginny, how come you never told me?" He asked. Ginny gave a little shrug of her own.

"I don't know I guess…you know, you've done and accomplished so much I…wanted something that I could hold on to as my own little success. Don't feel too bad, I didn't want you guys to notice, I only wear my badge when I'm patrolling." She admitted. For a moment Harry did feel bad. Becoming a Prefect wasn't an easy task, and meant Ginny did a lot better in her classes than he'd realized. Had he not been paying attention?

"I'm proud of you, Gin." He said. Ginny blushed lightly and grinned at him.

"Thanks Harry." She looked back to her brother. "Anyway Ron, the person she was talking to was Carl Finnegen, the third year Prefect. She was probably just asked to drop off something to him." She informed. Ron snickered.

"The kid probably almost shite himself having some older Slytherin come up to him like that. She did look pretty cold."

"She's actually rather nice." Harry said suddenly. Two sets of eyebrows raised as two pairs of wide brown eyes settled on him.

"You've talked to her?" The male Weasley asked.

"When did this happen?" The female Weasley asked. Harry shifted uncomfortably, suddenly feeling heat rising to his own ears.

"I just…you know, ran into her a couple times." He answered honestly, trying to sound casual. It then occured to him, that he had no reason to have to try and sound casual. It was the truth, he'd only met the girl a couple times…so why did he feel guilty? He looked over at Ginny and found her face to be unreadable. Her head cocked to the side and she seemed to be studying him before suddenly changing the subject.

"Anyway Harry, you'll be coming to the big game later tonight, right?" She asked, her expression shifting from blank to hopeful. It was a big game for her, and one of the match-ups everybody in Hogwarts loved to see every time it happened. Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. He couldn't play, as eighth years weren't allowed. They'd already had seven years of playing for their teams. Ginny was still a damn good beater, and he loved watching her play. She was something different, witty and insanely fierce. That's what they called anyone who decided to one on one with her in the air. Insane. Harry smiled at her.

"Of course." He replied. She grinned at him.

"Good! Well I'm off to practice. I'll see you boys later." She said and promptly stood up at their murmured responses. "Harry?" She said gently, when she was standing and her school bag was on her shoulder. He turned his head to look at her and she leaned down and surprised him with a kiss. He froze momentarily as his face turned pink. Her free hand was resting firmly on his shoulder and her lips moved on his methodically. He kissed her back after a second and she didn't let up for a good extra twelve.

When Ginny finally pulled away from him she smirked, half of the Great Hall watching the couple with wide eyes.

"Goodbye Harry." She said smoothly before turning her back and walking away. Harry's face burned. Ginny was bold…and that was one of the reasons he fell for her. She was everything that he wasn't. Bold, and daring. He wasn't a fan of public affection, always preferring to stay out of the lime light, but Ginny wasn't like that. She'd strut around the hallways with his hand in hers and she'd kiss him practically whenever, where ever. He was embarrassed to admit…it made him uncomfortable. Especially now that he had at least fifty pairs of eyes on him. He hated spending his life feeling like everyone was watching him...

Before Ginny left the Great Hall she paused, and turned her gaze over to the Slytherin table. Her eyes searched until they landed on what she was looking for. It only took only a few second for Serena's instincts to tell her she was being watched, and she looked up. Like many others, she'd witnessed Ginny's fierce declaration, and hadn't even known the Weasley girl and Potter were dating. Though Harry Potters love life had never crossed Serena's mind. Ginerva Weasley was no fool, nor had she been raised by one. As Fade's eyes found hers, Ginny gazed pointedly at her. Even if Fade had done nothing, Ginny could read Harry like a book, and what she read, she didn't like. Harry Potter was hers, and in case anyone hadn't been aware, Ginny had marked her territory.

Scene VI

Daphne cursed silently to herself as she continued to wander the halls, poking her head into various classrooms and corridors in search of the dull red headed boy by the name of Ronald Weasley. It had been three days since their encounter in the Owlry and she could never find the bloody boy alone. He was either hauled up in the library with what she was assuming was his girlfriend, Granger, or his sister and the scar head. She'd finally come to the conclusion that continuing to stalk him in the hopes of finding him alone with no witnesses to see her talking to him, was clearly impossible, so she gave up. It was time to go for broke.

Stalking down the wide corridor with her brunette hair bouncing in its high ponytail she made her way to the Great Hall. It was lunchtime and there was no way a Weasley, especially Ron Weasley, would skip a meal. For a brief moment she found herself disturbed by the fact that she knew this something about him. She then reminded himself that she had spent the past three days pretty much learning his habits and after that, wasn't sure which thing she should be more disturbed by. The fact that she knew something about him, or that she'd been following him.

Finally she reached her destination and stood in the massive doorway leading to four almost endless tables. Beyond those tables was an unoccupied teacher section, the empty Head Mistresses' seat in the center. So far she was unnoticed and her eyes fluttered to the third table to her right, scanning all the Gryffindors in sight before her eyes met with a head full of red across from a head full of black. She knew once she got close, all eyes would be on her. She started to have second thoughts. He was just some stupid punk! A daft Weasley! Was he really worth the humiliation?!

With a resolved huff she tensed. This was something she had to do. People used to joke and tease her that she should have been placed in Gryffindor since she did adhere to strict morals of right and wrong, but she couldn't help it. Her Grandmother had raised her that way. Taking a deep breath her eyes narrowed and she stormed her way toward the Gryffindor table. She kept her eyes zeroed in on her target and it wasn't long before the friend of her target noticed her advance like everyone else. She could feel their stares, feel the heat rising to her face but she kept going until she stood a foot and a half behind him. The entire table was quiet except for, well…him.

"Honestly Harry, the Cannons are really gonna win it this year! With Serly Jones gone-"

"Ron…" Harry cut in softly.

"Hang on, with Jones gone they can finally put in-"

"Ron…" Harry cut in again, his voice slightly more insistent this time around.

"I'm almost done Harry! So Hanken can-"

"Weasley." A very cold voice snapped from behind him. An involuntary shiver ran down his spine as he realized Harry was looking at the person behind him who had spoken. Slowly he turned his head, and sprang out of his seat at his close proximity to his soon to be possible assailant.

"Bloody hell!" He spat as his eyes fell on Daphne Greengrass, wearing the most God awful frightening expression he'd ever seen. He wasn't quite sure which was scarier actually, her screaming like a banshee with black makeup smearing down her cheeks, or her glaring daggers with cold eyes and the deepest scowl he'd ever seen in his life. He gaped like a fish out of water, not exactly sure what he was supposed to say or do and he could have sworn her eyes only narrowed more.

"I'm sorry." She finally said. For a second Ron wondered if it was possible to say a sincere apology in that arctic of a voice. She took a deep breath, and Ron finally glanced around and saw that all eyes were on them. She was probably embarrassed and barely holding it together. His shoulders relaxed slightly as he looked at her. She couldn't bring her eyes to look at him, but she continued to speak. "I was wrong the other day and I was being a bitch." She said bluntly, before she placed something small and rectangular, wrapped in shimmering brown paper wrap on the table. He hadn't noticed she'd had anything in her hand.

"That's chocolate from Germany. My grandmother is visiting relatives there. Thanks for the other day." With that she quickly turned and stalked off with her head held high, trying to leave the Great Hall as quickly as possible without making it seem like she was fleeing. Ron stared after her, his mouth slightly open. He stood there, so stunned he almost didn't notice an angry looking Blaise Zabini getting up and following her out of the Great Hall. Almost "Stupid Blaise…" He'd remembered her saying that day in the Owlry.

"Close your mouth Ronald, you'll get flies in there. By the way what are you doing standing?" He looked down and into the frowning face of his curly haired girlfriend. He hadn't noticed her walk in. He glanced around and realized for the most part people had gotten back to their conversations with the exception of the now whispering Gryffindor table and Harry who was staring at him. Hermione looked between the two of them and her eyebrows furrowed. "Have I missed something?" She asked them. Harry and Ron shared a look, and just like that it was decided.

"Nope." They said in unison. "Not a thing."

A/N: Thanks for reading ! Please R&R