Wow, so pentultimate chapter! Insane or what? But don't worry, I'm already working on other things. (for example a one shot of A Secret History, which, if you haven't read it, is amazing) But for now, I'll let you get on with the story.

"What are you guys doing next weekend?" Draco asked the boys a few days later over a game of Team Scrabble. (He and Harry were winning through subtle methods of subterfuge).

"Why?" Seamus asked. "Is it time?" Neville made a sound that was a bit like a whimper which he tried to hide with a cough.

"Yes. It's Freak's birthday. So we're having a party. You're all invited."

"What really?" Harry asked.

"Well, yeah. I asked whether you guys could come, as my guests, and cause I'm a… well…" he lifted up his sleeve. The Dark Mark glared at them. "Yes, that. I can pull strings and bring guests. And I want you guys to come! Party time!"

"Not plan time?" asked Neville.

"Double party time. Party, then plan then MEGA PARTY because he will be GONE!" Draco stood up in his excitement.

"Shush and sit down," Harry whispered, tugging his sleeve. People were beginning to look around in interest at them.

"Uh. Yes." Draco sat down. "Who's turn was it?" he asked. Neville and Ron raised their hands. Neville started laying down tiles.

"U-L-A-D. Ulad? That's not a word!" Harry cried in outrage.

"Yes it is! The Ulad were an old Siberian tribe of warriors who unsuccessfully tried to take over the world in 1104 AD. Just ask Hermione!" Ron protested.

"Okay…" Harry said, still unconvinced, but he let it slide.

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Later that night the Gryffindor boys and Draco sat again in their circle. It was time to solidify their plans and organize who was going to do what.

"Somehow we have to get him outside," Harry said.

"I can do that. I can tell him that I've arranged something special for him," Draco said.

"Or I could be a messenger and tell him you've arranged something and you're waiting for him," Suggested Seamus.

"What will you have prepared for him?" Neville asked.

"I don't know."

"You can have me tied up. You can say you're offering me to him as a sign of your loyalty."

"And that's when I strike!" cried Neville. Something had come over him. He was no longer timid. He didn't know why, but he supposed it was something to do with visiting his parents over the weekend. They'd inspired a fierce pride in him. He had to restore the family name, even if he was scared. He would have to face his fears.

Harry smiled. "That's right," he said. "That's when you strike."

"And then I bring out the champagne!" Ron grinned.

They talked about further details for another hour or so before finally going to bed. They were all excited and nervous, none more so than Neville who felt a new weight on his shoulders. It was the same burden Harry had carried for years; the hopes of the entire wizarding world. But Neville didn't know that.

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The days leading up to "Party Time", as the boys had affectionately called it, slipped away rather quickly. Soon it was the Thursday evening before they were meant to leave. Harry was scared. He was basically a sacrifice, except he hopefully wouldn't be killed, and that thought scared him. But no. He must have faith in Neville, or else it wouldn't work.

The boys still hadn't revealed their plans to Hermione or Ginny yet. They were scared that they would worry. For this reason, Colin didn't know either as he was bound to tell Ginny. Blaise had been let in on the secret and was keen to help out. He'd been included only as of Tuesday, but they felt it was right. The more, the merrier.

They ate dinner together that Thursday night, and went through all the finalizations of the Plan. They were all feeling distinctly nervous now, not that any of them would admit it. Neville was the most stoic of all. He was working on mastering his fear. He would be brave, even if only because he needed to be.

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The plan leaving plan went off without a hitch. They left straight after school the next day and Side-Along Apparated to Draco's house. Blaise and Seamus were the only ones of the group who had passed their tests so far, so they had to go back and forth between just outside of Hogwarts, to just outside of the Malfoy Manor. Then they all hiked the mile or so to the Manor from there.

When they finally reached the door, none of them felt like partying. They were all tired from the trek.

"Draco, your house is obnoxious," Ron said. "These grounds are so unnecessary."

"Yeah, I know, I hate them myself," Draco replied. "But mum likes them. She says they make her feel more important." He rolled his eyes. "But we're here now!" They all smiled. "It's time to partay!"

At this point he was interrupted by the front door opening behind him and he spun around to come face to face with Voldemort who was wearing a fluorescent pink pimp suit for the occasion, complete with pink tiger print hat.

"Boys!" he cried. "How good of you to come!" He was stinking drunk already, despite the fact that the part didn't start for another half an hour. Draco laughed nervously.

"Tom," he said, cold smile fixed in place on his face. "Happy Birthday. How old are you now?"

"21," Voldemort giggled. "Okay, 35, but don't tell anyone!" He ushered them inside. Dean was looking around with scared eyes. Neville was very pale. Seamus, however, was in his element.

"35? Never! You look much younger than that!" he said, his eyes wide and sincere. Voldemort giggled again.

"Oh, aren't you kind," he said. And giggled.

"Seamus," Draco said sharply. "Don't we have to go get changed now?" He stared pointedly at the Irish boy.

"Oh. Yes. That," Seamus said. "I've got to go make myself look beautiful!" he winked at no one in particular. Voldemort giggled again.

Neville grabbed Seamus's hand and dragged him away.

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Ten minutes later, they returned, resplendent in their party outfits. Harry was wearing a black dress shirt with one too many buttons open, and tight black trousers. Draco thought he looked a bit like a pirate. But in a good way. Draco himself was wearing his short shorts and a tight fitting tee shirt as he was in Death Eater Club Uniform. Seamus was wearing a green sequined shirt with tight jeans and sparkling green shoes. Neville was wearing a simple white shirt and jeans, but he had jazzed it up with a tweed jacket and a newsboy cap. Dean was wearing black on black like Harry, only instead of an open necked shirt, he had a sleeveless turtleneck and had boots on. Blaise was in a lazy tux: bowtie undone, a few shirt buttons undone. Ron was in a royal blue tee shirt and black cords with a white blazer over the top. In short, they were ready to party. But at the same time, each of them had their wand hidden on their person, either up their sleeve or, in Dean's case, in their boots. The only one not carrying their own wand was Draco who had no place to hide it and so had given it to Harry.

The party was in full swing now. Seamus was psyching himself up in the corner. He knew what he had to do. He and Blaise were to create a distraction. Well, he was good at things like that, wasn't he? Yes. Right. Let's go.

The music was playing loudly. All he had to do was dance. And dance he did. 'One, two, three, four, let me hear you scream if you want some more! Like aaaah, push it, push it! Watch me work it! I'm perfect!' Hand movements first, counting up. Then hands up in a mock scream. Bring them down to show off your ass. Push it away with the hands twice. Flourish. Pose. Repeat. Then make the bread. Stir it, knead it, in the oven… Next move: dance over to the Dark Lord and give him the message.

"Hey there, sexy," he said, as he neared Freak. He arched his eyebrow seductively. Voldemort giggled. He was really very drunk. "I have a message for the Birthday Boy." He grinned.

"Who? Me?" Tom asked.

"Who else?" Voldemort giggled again. Seamus was getting tired of this giggling. "Draco, Blaise and I cooked up a nice birthday treat for you."

"Ooh! What is it?"

"A surprise. Come see it." He leaned in close to the ugly snake face, grabbed his tie and dragged him out of the door.

Blaise meanwhile was distracting the rest of the guests with a strip tease. By the time he reached his underwear, Voldemort and Seamus were nowhere to be found, and he put his clothes hurriedly back on, much to the displeasure of the crowd. They were too drunk to notice the disappearance of the Birthday Boy, and if they did notice, they thought he was just having some "fun" elsewhere. That part of the plan had worked.

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Draco was in the rose garden. He could hear Harry calling out for him. His heart was racing. He had hated tying Harry up, but he'd had to! But what if he got hurt? It was just meant to be a distraction. Harry still needed Draco. He shouldn't have left Harry. He cursed himself. He ran through the rose bushes, wincing as the thorns tore at his arms, face and clothes. He could take the pain. He was scared. He was drowning in the fear, still fighting through the rose bushes. He was bleeding now. Blood running down his arms, his face. He could still hear Harry's cries. He was getting closer.

He pulled out his wand and killed all the rose bushes, cursing himself for not thinking of it sooner. Harry was tied to the rock where he'd left him, arms and legs spread-eagled. MacNair was standing over him. Draco now knew why Harry had been crying out. Harry's clothes were ripped and bloody. There was a nasty bruise on his cheek and cuts on his face and exposed chest. He was struggling with his bonds, but that only caused the ropes binding him to cut into his wrists and ankles. Draco pulled out his wand and shouted Avada Kedavra at MacNair. His Death Eater training paid off for the first time as the older man crumpled to the floor.

"No!" Harry yelled at him. His voice was hoarse from screaming. "You can't do this. They'll kill you! Get away. Go!" His heart ached. Harry wanted to protect him. But it was Harry that needed the protection. He couldn't just leave him.

"No. I'm staying with you. Look what happened when I went away." Harry shook his head.

"I can deal with that. Please.." Harry begged. "I would rather die than have them harm you." A tear trickled down his face. "They'll call you a deserter.. and you know what they do to deserters.." Another tear fell.

"Fine, well, I'll hide nearby then." He flounced off, dragging the prone figure of MacNair with him. And just in time too! Draco had hardly hidden MacNair's body in a bush when Voldemort burst into the clearing with Seamus in tow.

"Tada!" Seamus said, spreading his arms wide.

"Tada, what?" Voldemort asked, clearly still very inebriated. Seamus motioned to the still figure of Harry on the rock. "Oh! WOW! Guys, I don't know how to thank you!" He leaned over and hugged Seamus clumsily, attempting to kiss him.

"Uh. Don't you want to kill him?" Seamus asked.

"Later."

"But he might wake up!"

"But he's tied up. And you're pretty." Voldemort latched onto Seamus even more tightly. Where the hell was Neville?

"Why not make it a threesome?" Draco called and stepped out from his hiding place. He didn't want Seamus to get raped.

"With those shorts? Hell yes," Voldemort said, looking Draco up and down hungrily. Draco barely suppressed his shudder.

"Can I be the dominant one?" Draco asked, then widened his eyes as if just thinking of a better plan. "I know! Let's have some fun with this! I'll tie both of you up, together, and have my wicked way with both of you." He nodded, his eyes gleaming, a small smirk on his face. Seamus nodded enthusiastically.

"That sounds hot. Take me in the bushes baby!"

"And me!" Voldemort said eagerly. If Seamus was willing, he was willing because that boy was a hot piece of ass. He held out his hands and Draco shook his head.

"Behind your back, wench." Freak complied and soon Draco had tied Voldemort up to Seamus. Now came the hard part. Neville still hadn't arrived. Draco mentally took a deep breath, then kissed Seamus. He couldn't face Freak. Hopefully the distraction would last long enough for Longbottom to get his lazy arse over there and kill the third person in the World's Most Awkward Threesome TM.

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Neville was scared. A better word would have been petrified, but his terror was making it hard for him to think. He was watching the scene from behind a tree, willing himself to go in and do what he had to. He didn't know why he was scared now. He'd spent all of the time leading up to this moment, preparing himself mentally, yet there he was, cowering behind a tree. No. He had to do it. They were running out of distractions. Even Draco was helping out! This was bad.

He took a step forward. Then another one. No one noticed. Draco was now kissing Seamus. He had to hurry up. Harry would be angry about this. He pulled the knife out of his belt. He knew Avada Kedavra wouldn't work for him. He'd tried it on flies, but they'd only passed out for a few seconds. He would do it the Muggle way.

He held the knife in front of himself and crept forward. He was now inches away from Voldemort. This was it. He took a deep breath and –

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A shrill scream rent the night air. Flocks of birds took to the sky as if they were from a John Woo film. And it was all over.

Neville sat down hard on the ground. Beside him lay the prone figure of the Dark Lord formerly known as Voldemort. Time of death: 9:28pm. Cause of Death: Multiple stab wounds to the chest and abdomen. Kitchen knife. Messy yet effective.

Seamus lay and looked at the stars. He was still attached to Voldemort and no one had noticed yet, so he just lay where he was and tried to find Hercules in the night sky. Or maybe the Giant Dipper, that was easier.

Draco was cradling Harry in his arms, and untying the Boy Wonder. He was muttering sorry under his breath every few seconds.

Blaise came out from behind the tree where he was crouched. He had hurried over as soon as his dance was over. He stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

Dean came and stood next to Blaise. He was in shock. He couldn't believe it was over. He hadn't really done much either, only rescued Blaise from the crowd who wanted more of Blaise's clothes off by pretending they were going out. He really hoped that wouldn't get back to Hermione.

Harry was unconscious and no one knew why. Draco was starting to panic.

"Harry," he said. "It's safe to wake up now. Freak is dead. It's over." He shook the brunette by the shoulders. No change. "Damn it, envervate!" Still nothing.

"What's wrong with Harry?" Ron had arrived. He was panting, having run from the Manor. His job was over. He'd been given the task of distracting the host. Lucius Malfoy was right now still wandering around his personal portrait gallery, still thinking that the red headed boy was there too. It was a big room. The boy was probably behind a pillar.

"He won't wake up," Draco cried. "Enervate! Enervate!"

"Draco, stop," Neville said, stepping forward. "You're too emotional right now. Enervate." He pointed his wand at Harry and sure enough, Harry's eyes opened.

"What happened?" he asked, sitting up.

"Freak died. Yay!" Neville said, grinning and attempting to dance. It was more of a foot shuffle with a random arm movement than a dance, but it was the thought that counted.

"So it's party time?" Harry asked.

"Hell yes," Seamus said. "Let's get back to the main affair." He leaned over and helped Harry to his feet. Draco shot him a glare which faltered as Seamus helped him up as well.

"Should we bring him?" Harry asked, pointing at the prone figure of the Dark Lord formerly known as Voldemort. Technically, he was now a John Doe, as he was carrying no form of identification, although, it was difficult not to know who he was. The pink pimp suit gave it away.

"Why? Harry do you have a death wish? Walk into a room of Death Eaters with their dead ex Master? Ya-NO." Harry shrugged and began heading back to the Manor.

When they arrived, the party was still in full swing. The strippers had arrived and still no one had noticed the disappearance of their Great and Wonderful Leader. They all thought that he was probably "just coming", in both senses of the phrase. So the liquor still flowed and the music still played.

No one had noticed MacNair's disappearance either. He wasn't one for parties.

They did however notice the reappearance of the boys. Big cheers went up as they entered the room. The hot manflesh was back. They hoped perhaps Blaise might strip again.

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Thirty minutes later Harry and Draco were both considerably less sober than they were in the clearing. Harry was dancing with Seamus, not realizing he was Seamus and Draco was dancing with himself. He dimly noticed Harry with the other boy, but didn't think much of it. He was too inebriated for that.

He did however notice the pangs of jealousy. That was his Harry. What was he doing dancing with the McFinnegan? McFinnegan should go dance with McThomas and leave Draco to his McPotter. Draco mentally berated himself for watching too much Grey's Anatomy. If he wasn't careful, he might start calling Potter McDreamy by mistake. Which would be strange as Derek Shepherd didn't wear glasses.

Draco stumbled over to Harry and Seamus.

"Can I cut in?" he asked. "Seamus, I hate to say it, but McDreamy is mine." Seamus raised an eyebrow at McDreamy but meandered over to Dean instead.

"McDreamy?" Harry asked. Draco nodded.

"You weren't supposed to hear that. It was meant to stay in my head."

"Whatever. You can be McSteamy, and we can go have some McSex in your McBedroom."

"Oh really?"

"Ya really."

"When?"

"Now."

First off, thanks to all my amazing, wonderful reviewers. Without you, this simply would not get finished. I apologise for all my randomness and everything in this story, it's all weird, topped off with the Grey's Anatomy thing. (I've recently become highly addicted to that show) Yeah. I had other exciting things to say, but I've lost them. See you next time for the LAST instalment of this story! Wow. Last. That's scary...

...Riyan...