I'm hurrying up with the updates, dunno how long I'll be able to connect my phone to the comp…and exams are coming up too.

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And the tenth chapter!

"Harry…"

Harry grumbled in his sleep.

"Harry, wake up."

"Go away."

"Tell that to Weasley…"

Harry forced his eyes open, "Ron's here?'

Draco rolled his eyes, "You were expecting his sister? It is Friday."

"Wha- Oh yeah…"

"Idiot. Get ready and get down quick."

Grudgingly, Harry showered and went down to the kitchen.

"Morning Ron."

"Hey, Harry," Ron greeted back, "Sorry for waking you up."

"S'okay" Harry accepted a cup of coffee from Dobby, "So, what brings you here?"

"Dinner…I was wondering is Dobby can manage or if you want me to employ another house-elf…"

Harry looked over at Dobby, "Five people, right? Dobby, can you cook for five people?"

Dobby nodded happily, "Of course I can, Harry Potter sir!"

Harry turned back to Ron, "No problem, see. By the way, at what time would you be coming?"

Ron scratched his nose, "Around 8 or so…"

"Only five people?" Draco asked curiously.

Harry shrugged, "We were in the same year at Hogwarts. Its like reliving those days again. I remember how we used to sneak in firewhiskey," Harry laughed at the memory.

"Firewhiskey!" Draco scoffed, "That's the worst you've done?"

Harry raised his eyebrows at him, "Excuse me?"

Draco snorted, "Firewhiskey's nothing compared to what we used to get at Durmstrang. One shot and you're gone!"

Harry crossed his arms across his chest, "What are you implying?"

"Oh, nothing!" Draco said airily, waving his hand dismissively.

"Okay, Draco. Just get me this drink you're talking about, and then we'll see about the tolerance levels."

Draco opened his mouth to speak, then decided not to. He smiled, "Very well then, I'll set Dobby to the task."

Something about the way Draco smiled didn't seem right to Harry.

Five pops informed Harry about the arrival of his Hogwarts mates. Harry grinned-

"Ah, nostaligia," Draco commented wryly.

"You," Harry sighed wearily, "just have to ruin every moment."

"Harry!" Dean exclaimed ecstatically, "Its been so long!"

Harry beamed, "Great to see you too Dean. And Seamus…"

Draco watched on bemusedly as the overtly enthusiastic greetings were exchanged. Harry had told a lot about them, from which Draco derived that they meant a lot to Harry. And tonight Harry was probably more happy than he had ever been since he met Draco. A thought suddenly crossed Draco's mind…what did Draco mean to Harry? Draco was shaken out of his thoughts by Harry himself.

"Draco!"

"Eh?"

Harry scowled at him, "Took you long enough! This is Neville, he was there during housewarming, Dean, Seamus, and you do know Ron."

Draco nodded to all of them, throwing in a smirk at Ron.

"We're eating outside," Harry said quickly, noticing that Ron's ears had gone red.

"Draco, you're not coming?" Harry asked, seeing that the ghost hadn't followed them.

"Nah, you guys go on."

"But-"

"Go, Harry."

Harry's face fell, eyes downcast, he walked outside.

Draco sighed, since when had he become such an emotional fool, and grudgingly went outside as well.

"Harry!" Ron slurred, "Wh-what ish thish shtuff?"

Harry giggled, "Don't know, Ronald! Draco got it!"

Draco's face had 'evil' written all over it. He had asked Dobby to fetch some of the most potent drinks from the Malfoy manor. The effect was…lets say…appropriate. And presently, the five boys were lying on the floor, out of their senses, drinking straight from the bottle.

"I know!" Dean made to get up, swayed and crashed down again, "Thanks Sheamush, as I was shaying, lets play a game of bewitched truth!"

Draco had to admire the fact that Dean could say 'bewitched' properly.

"Yesh!" Seamus said triumphantly, raising his bottle, "I shecond that!"

Harry and Neville giggled like idiots while Ron nodded vigorously.

With much stumbling, and toppling over each other, the boys arranged themselves in a circle. And empty bottle was placed in the middle.

"Draco!" Harry said cheerfully, "You're playing too! Come sit in front of me, love!"

Draco's eyes widened, "Lo-" But he stopped, it was just the result of the alcohol running through Harry, "Yeah sure..."

Seamus pulled out his wand, and tapped the bottle, "Spin!"

The bottle spun, coming to halt with its neck towards Ron and the other end towards Neville.

"Am I to question Ron?" Neville said slowly.

"Yep!" Dean beamed, "and Ron's been bewitched, so he can't lie!" And he burst out laughing.

"Righto! So, Ron…since when did you fancy Hermione?"

A dreamy expression came on Ron's face," Fo-fourth year. Oh, she is so pe-pre-tty!"

Neville nodded solemnly, "I'm sure she is!" He raised his bottle and took a long gulp.

"Spin!"

"Harry!" said Seamus, "I've been wanting to ask thish to you! There were rumours…that you had a thing for Cedric Diggory. He lived near you, right? Did-did anything happen?"

"Ah! Ced! Draco, is anything wrrrong?" Harry looked questioningly at Draco, who was nearly choking.

"You swing both ways!" the ghost exclaimed.

"I have to answer Seamus first," Harry said grimly, "Yes Seamus, me and Ced were on during the summer vacation of sixth year. But we sorta fell apart," Harry sniffed.

Thud. Neville had fainted, perhaps from Harry's answer or the alcohol.

"Bl-Blimey mate," Ron whispered, "my sister…"

"Oh, I don't think I fancy her anymore," Harry said loudly, "she herself thinks I fancy boys now, that too dead ones. Stupid."

"I think I have to puke!" Ron clambered upstairs.

Draco had become very still, "She thinks what?"

Harry pouted, "Stop asking questions out of turn, Draco!"

"Spin!" Dean exclaimed gleefully, "Oh…Draco questions Harry. What luck!"

"Answer me now, Harry." Draco's voice was flat.

Harry fiddled with his shirt, "She thought that I had started falling for you, Draco." He giggled, "Isn't that stupid? I do admit that I like you…but love you…I don't know really. What if I really do…that would be so troublesome…"

Draco was stunned to silence.

"Are you mad at me?"

Draco shook his head, "No, its not that."

"Then what is it?" Harry asked innocently.

"Now you're asking questions out of turn!"

After two more spins, it was Harry's turn to ask Draco a question.

"Now tell me what was it!"

Draco sighed, "I was thinking that…if we would've known each other like this before I died. Then…perhaps I wouldn't have stayed back as a ghost…"

Harry's head was spinning, he knew he'd pass out soon, "Whaddya mean?"

"I stayed back on one thought Harry…that I'd not even met someone who I loved."

Harry's eyes widened as his alcohol addled brain tried to comprehend this new information. It was too much perhaps, because he blacked out before saying anything.

Okay, now does it seem romantic that Draco died? Well, the next chapter explains a bit more as to why Draco said back so I wont say much here. Wait till next chap, and if you still have any pointers, let me know then.

And TsukikoElric and werecool both thought that Draco's face would've been burnt/maimed by the explosion. Now that is a fairly good point, but we cannot have that of course. Let me just clarify that it wasn't like gas explosion or anything, more like a magical explosion…hmm…Avada Kedavra and Crucio mixed together(now that must've hurt…A LOT)

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