The headmaster was not happy. Nor were McGonagall and Snape. Madam Rosemerta had firecalled Dumbledore to tell him what had happened at her pub. Four Gryffindors and four Slytherins in a group, and only one from each house were doing the actual firing of curses: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.

Currently, they were in the headmaster's office. Dumbledore sat behind his desk, with Snape on his right side and McGonagall on his left. In front of him, Harry and Draco sat in chairs while Harmony and Lullaby stood right behind them. Melody, Ron, Hermione, and Theo were leaning against the wall near the door.

"I am very disappointed in the both of you. Neither of you will be permitted to return to Hogsmeade until after Christmas, and hopefully from now on, there will be no more fighting between the two of you."

Draco nodded, but Harry opened his mouth to speak.

"Sir, Harmony said that she wanted to avoid Malfoy at all costs, then she walks into the Three Broomsticks on his arm. After all that has happened in the past between Malfoy and I, I will not trust him to be around our group."

"I understand, harry, but that's what it is: the past. Let bygones be bygones, and accept him into your group of friends, for the sakes of Harmony, Melody, and Lullaby."

Harry looked down at his shoes and nodded. He didn't like the idea, but if they lose Harmony, Melody and Lullaby would never forgive him, let alone speak to him.

"Now that that's settled, would any of you like a lemon drop?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"Very well, then. Go enjoy the rest of the day. Calmly, and peacefully, or all of you will receive detention."

The eight students nodded and left the office. Snape and McGonagall waited until the door had closed before turning to face the headmaster, both asking a silent question, to which the headmaster replied: "Sometimes, the best allies come from the most unlikely of places, and Harry is going to need more friends from here on out. The war is not over, and Voldemort will try to come back again. The greater our numbers, the greater the chance we have of defeating Voldemort."

The group was in the library, discussing what they were going to do. Harry and Draco were doing most of the debating, since it was because of them that they had to endure each others presence.

"Potter, I'm not trying to start a war with you. If you remember correctly, I offered to you friendship, but you turned me down. If anyone should be allowed to complain, it's me. We would've been friends for the past few years if you hadn't turned me down. But for Harmony, I'm willing to put aside our differences."

"That may be, but you've called Hermione a mudblood and Ron a poor blood-traitor. And your father, he raped Lullaby's mother in their fifth year. You would've had an older half-brother if your father wasn't so opposed to having an illegitmate child with a muggleborn witch. Lizzie Malkovich Lupin had gotten pregnant by your father and when he found out, he caused her to have a miscarriage. The name Malfoy doesn't sit well with Lullaby."

Upon finding out this information about his father, Draco paled. He knew his father was cruel, and that he hated and tormented muggles and muggleborns, but to go to that extent of causing such misery was a shock for him.

"I didn't know. I'm sorry, but father doesn't talk very much about his days at school, unless it benefits me to know. I was wondering why Lullaby was so cold towards my father. Now I know why. I'm terribly sorry, Lullaby, for what my father has done."

Lullaby looked away from Malfoy before she answered.

"Your apology is worth nothing to me. My mother is dead, and it's your father that should be apologizing. Daddy had the urn that her ashes are in. Lucius Malfoy can apologize to her ashes, and pray that she'd forgive him."

Malfoy hung his head for a moment before turning to look at Harmony. He realized that if she didn't have a hot pink stripe in her hair, they would almost be twins. Both had platinum blonde hair, silver-blue eyes, and extremely pale skin. Their physical build was almost the same as well. He couldn't figure out why he never noticed it sooner.

"But, for the sake of Harmony, I'll tolerate you. The first time I see you treating anyone in our group wrong, I'l knock your black off so fucking fast that it'll go flying around the world twice before stopping at your feet. And that's not a threat. It's a promise."

Malfoy nodded. He knew she was serious. When was she not? Her sense of humor was sarcasm. And it really didn't suit her athletic personality.

"I've got a question for you, Lullaby. What activities had you been in, besides Quidditch?"

A bright, 'I'm better than thou' smile appeared on Lullaby's face.

"I've been in ballet since I was two. And the star performer, no less. Martial Arts since I was four. I got the master's belt in only six years. Gymnastics since I was six. Best on the team. Same with figure-skating at age eight. When I was ten, I join the swim team, and beat out the best. Age eleven, I joined the Quidditch team, cheer squad, and dance squad. I became captain of the cheer squad and dance squad when I was twelve. And I would've been captain of my house Quidditch team if I hadn't transferred over here."

Malfoy and Theo both looked stunned. Neither had known about Lullaby's athletic past, or Harmony's, or Melody's. It amazed them that one girl could take on so many physical activities and not be worn out.

Supper came and went, and all students were in their Common Rooms, doing homework or socializing. An hour before midnight, Lullaby and Harmony bid Malfoy and Theo good night and headed up to their dormitory for the rest of the night.

"Draco, we should head to bed, too."

"Why?"

"Because those girls will come wake us up if we're not ready to go at four-thirty in the morning for the work-out."

Malfoy groaned, knowing that he would never be allowed to sleep in until noon like he usually did on Sundays.