Ok so i did this one quickly! despite my work! go me! and we hit 100 reviews! whoo! you guys rock! yeah.. so i'll try and have the next one up soon. im working on a serious piece too.. so yeah.. enjoy!

...Riyan...

Harry sighed and glanced at the clock. They still had about ten minutes until they had to go down to breakfast. Draco was now getting dressed. Harry ignored him until he tried to put a shirt on. He whipped out his wand and summoned it out of the still ex-blonde's hands. Draco looked up, surprised.

"No shirt for breakfast! Remember?" Draco scowled.

"Oh yes. That." Harry threw the shirt back and Draco put it grudgingly away, muttering under his breath. Harry caught the words bloody Gryffindor. He smirked and lay back on the bed. Draco trudged over to him and flopped down beside him. Harry turned his head to look at him and smiled.

There was a small frown on the other boy's face, but other than that, he was beautiful. But something was wrong. He looked strange with the dark hair. It didn't suit him. Harry took out his wand and muttered a spell. The brown melted from the hair and disappeared. Draco frowned again and looked over at Harry.

"What did you do?" Draco asked.

"Fixed you," Harry replied, smiling.

"What?"

"Well, something was wrong, so I changed it." Harry tried to keep the laughter from his voice.

"What? What was wrong?"

"Your hair." Realisation dawned in Draco's eyes and he put up a hand and brought one of the now blonde again tresses in front of his eyes. He looked at it in wonder, smiling happily.

"You really like your hair don't you?" Harry remarked. Draco nodded. Silence fell between them, laying contentedly on the bed. Harry leaned over and pecked Draco on the cheek.

"Why?" Draco asked.

"Why what? Did I kiss you? Because I wanted to."

"No.. why did you change my hair back before the time of the dare was up?"

"I don't know. It looked wrong. And I guess also I wanted to cheer you up. You looked so grumpy about having to wear no shirt to breakfast." Draco laughed.

"Thank you." He kissed Harry full on the lips and Harry kissed him greedily back. He rolled on top of the blonde, praising the fact that he had no shirt and Harry could run his hands all over Draco. And, well, Draco didn't exactly mind. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Harry could feel Draco being turned on and got rather excited himself.

But then Draco looked at the clock. And pushed Harry off.

"It's time for breakfast," he replied to Harry's confused look. Harry frowned but nodded and stood up. Draco glanced down at his short shorts and Harry went scarlet.

"I.. just have to go to the bathroom before we go down," he said and ran off.

Draco was most amused. Although he had the same problem as Harry, he wasn't wearing short shorts that showed it off.

Harry returned a few minutes later, still looking rather embarrassed. Draco just laughed and pulled him out the door. He didn't seem to care that he didn't have a shirt on. Harry couldn't understand it. He felt so self conscious in the short shorts.. But then.. Maybe Draco was born with it in his genes.. Well.. Just look at Lucius..

He wasn't even embarrassed when they went into breakfast only to find 'Tom' there again. Harry tried to act cool. This was the Dark Lord after all. He couldn't show weakness in front of him. So he walked in as if nothing was wrong. Maybe he swung his hips a bit too. And so what if he smirked a bit too. He was Harry Potter. He could do what he damn well wanted in short shorts.

"What are you boys wearing? And.. why?" Lucius asked, looking up from he cereal.

"Well. Harry's wearing short shorts, Dad. And I'm wearing no shirt. Because.. er..-" Draco began.

"-Because we're pretending to be part of the Village People!" Harry interrupted. Draco looked confused but Lucius nodded.

"Not a bad attempt. You just need the hats.. a bit more leather.. and three more people.." he said. Harry suppressed a laugh. "Hey Tom! Do you want to help them dress up as the Village People?" Harry stopped mentally laughing immediately. 'Tom' looked up from his green tea.

"Hmm. It could be quite fun.." he mused.

"Well.. actually.. uh.. we only wanted to be two of them.." Harry mumbled. He really didn't want to see 'Tom' and Lucius dressed up as the Village People.

"Yeah. I see you two have taken the best two. The Indian and the Cop. Well. Fine. We'll just go rehearse our new dance after breakfast instead." And he turned back to his newspaper. 'Tom' appeared to have noticed Harry and Draco only when Lucius had spoken and was now peering at them with interest.

"You know," he said. "You two would be great in the club."

"Excuse me?" Harry was in shock.

"Yeah. You have a great body. I may hate your guts, but still.. you're damn hot. If I were.. hmm.. many years younger.. I might have a lot more difficulty hating you. Anyhow. You should dance for us. You would bring in more people. And we would pay you nicely for it-"

"-NO!" Harry interrupted him. "I will not dance for you! Why the hell would I want to further your revenue? And.. empire of evil..?"

"Oh ho! So I have an 'empire of evil', do I? How cool!" Harry rolled his eyes. 'Tom' looked pleased. That wasn't what he had intended to do. He sighed and sat down at the table. Draco sat between him and 'Tom' and began helping himself to food.

'Tom' was still looking happy about having an empire of evil. Harry tried to ignore him and immerse himself fully in his cereal, but it was proving difficult. The smiling Dark Lord sitting one person down from him was really starting to disturb him. He really needed to be gotten rid of.

"Hey Voldemort," he said, making up his mind on the spot. (Never a good thing to do, but oh well, it was already done.)

"Yes Harry?" came the reply, still with a jolly note to it. It sounded almost like one of those sickly sweet small children voices in scary movies. Harry shuddered.

"How about we battle it out? To the death? Without stopping this time, eh?" he asked. Draco looked up from his cereal, paler than usual.

"What?" he asked. Harry and Voldemort ignored him. Voldemort ('Tom') was looking calculatingly at Harry, as if trying to weigh up the odds. Draco looked one to the other with wide eyes. There was fear in his eyes. He didn't want Harry to get hurt.. or.. die..

"Alright, Potter," Voldemort said after a little more deliberation. "Prepare to die." Lucius, who had been watching this whole affair with almost amusement, stood up.

"Not in the house," he said, and sat back down again.

"But.. but.. DADDY!" Draco yelled. Lucius looked up. "YOU CAN'T LET THIS HAPPEN! What if Harry.. dies!"

"I don't know. That's your problem. He's your boyfriend and he suggested it." Lucius went back to reading the paper.

"Where and when Potter?" Voldemort asked.

"Midday. On the Lawn." Harry replied. Draco coughed to cover his small whimper. No one noticed and the rest of breakfast was spent in silence with Draco dragging Harry away by his arm at the end.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Draco yelled at him the moment they got to his room.

"Defeating the Dark Lord, once and for all!" Harry replied, striking a gallant pose. Draco put his head in his hands in defeat.

"You're going to get yourself killed!" he moaned.

"See.. That's where you're wrong!" said Harry, enthusiastically. "I have a plan!" Draco looked at him through his fingers. "See what I'm going to do is trick him!" He started laughing. Draco took his hands away from his face and stared at him, confused.

"Okay," said Draco, sceptically. "Are you going to tell me what this plan is?"

"No."

"Oh."

"Yeah. It's a complete surprise. But be watching."

"I don't think I can.." Draco said softly.

"What? Why not?"

"I don't think I have the strength.. What if you die! What will I do! You're the best thing that's ever happened to me! I'll completely lose it if you die! I'll.. I'll.. throw myself off the roof!" He was starting to become hysterical. Harry put his hands on his shoulders and looked him square in the eye.

"Calm down," he said. "And just trust me. I know it's hard for you, but please.. just trust me."

"Okay." Draco nodded and took a few deep breaths. "Okay." Harry smiled and removed his hands. Draco's shoulders felt cold where the hands had left them. "But, so help me Potter, if you die, I'll kill you!" And he threw his arms around the brunette, hugging him tightly. Harry laughed into his shoulder.

"If I die you'll kill me, eh? So what will I be? An extra constituted ghost?" Draco hit him on the back with his hand.

"You know what I mean!" he cried.

"I know.. I know.. But stop worrying so much. Everything will be okay. Just trust me."

"I do."

Hope you liked that! more soon!

...Riyan...