Eating the Moon

"You're throwing off my inner balance." Draco said calmly as Pansy latched onto his arm. But Pansy ignored this for two reasons:

1. She had no idea what inner balance is

2. She couldn't care less what inner balance is

And so Pansy continued throwing off Draco's inner balance. She also started to whine, which made all her negative energy flow to Draco.

"Draaaaaaco! What's with all this 'Hippie' crap! Was that red headed freak, Weasel right? Are you working for our Dark Lord? Please tell me that that's why you suddenly started hugging trees!!!!" Draco winced and tried to pull away from her.

" Pansy, please! Stop screeching. No, I am not working for Voldie-"

"Who?"

"Voldie, you know, good old Voldie… Heehee…" Pansy scowled.

"How dare you make fun of the Dark Lord! And how dare you hug trees!" 'Ah, the stereotypes that follow us poor, defenseless hippie type have been given!' thought Draco before he replied to Pansy.

"I haven't hugged a tree in at least… three weeks! And as I was saying: I am NOT working for the Dark Lord." Pansy gasped in horror.

"B-but what about your parents!?! What will they say? Oh, Draco, darling, they'll kill you! Quick, we must elope and save you from your parents."

"Calm down. You need to do a little meditation to loosen up. My mum and Lucius are not going to kill me. They don't believe in violence. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a petition to organize."

"Against what?"

"Quidditch." Pansy stood shocked, watching Draco retreat into the dormitories. Once in the dormitories he pulled out some poster board he'd been storing under his bed for no particular reason.

"I knew one day I'd need to make a protest sign while I was here!" And took out his giant sized black sharpie. In big bold letters he wrote:

DOWN WITH ORGANIZED SPORTS! QUDDITCH PROMOTES VIOLENCE!

He made a sign for Snape and Lupin too, and an extra one, just in case. He knew that even though he was smitten with Harry and Harry seemed to like him back, Harry would hate this protest. This had the possibility of ruining the relationship before there was one. Alas, even love had to be set aside for a good protest.

"It has been to long, it'll feel good to get out and do the whole protest thing again! The feel of a picket sign in the palm of my hand!" He grabbed all the signs and went up to Lupin's room. Rumor was that that was the last place the two teachers were seen. On the way our hero would meet two unwelcome foe's and one very welcomed green-eyed boy.

"Can you believe the Snape took off twenty points just because Hermione raised her hand!" Ron was furious, as he often was. There was seldom a time he wasn't brewing about someone he disliked.

"I know, it's completely unfair. It'll be nice to talk to an unbiased teacher." Hermione smiled. The trios adored Lupin and hated Snape. They thought that Lupin adored them and hated Snape. Which was funny, because Lupin didn't hate anyone, but most specifically adored Snape, and found their company pleasant. Since they were unaware of the closeness of their two teachers, one whom they hated and one whom they adored, it would be a rather nasty shock to the three of them to find out the Severus Snape and Remus Lupin were lovers. Draco was quite aware of this fact and tried everything to prevent the three from finding out.

Draco was walking through the halls, going in the general direction towards Lupins room, making sure to go the long why so he didn't walk in on anything. That is when he say them. The trios, walking and talking and having a gay old time. Overhearing a bit of their conversation, which included:

"…Snape is a slimy bat…. I can't wait to see Lupin, I hope he has some butterbeers… No one is going to eat my bowels…" Draco ignored the last comment and casually strolled up to the trios.

"You're not going to see Prof. Lupin, are you?" Ron glared.

"Yes, we are! Not that is any business of yours, ferret." Hermione nodded in mutual agreement. Harry just blushed a bit at the sight of Draco, remembering their last meeting in Divination.

"Well, I'd advise against it."

"Against what." demanded Ron, who even though angry at Malfoy's presence in general, could not shave off the annoying voice in his head that was saying 'Wow, Malfoy is being oddly pleasant.'.

"Against seeing Lupin of course. One needs to make a reservation." Hermione inquired:

"Are you going up to see Lupin also?"

"Yes, yes I am" towards this response, which came in the positive, which is what Hermione had hoped for so she could duly trap him.

"Do you have reservations with him then?" Draco smirked, planning on this the entire time and said:

"Why yes, yes I have! In fact they-I mean he is expecting me any moment now." And with that said Draco quickened his step to get ahead of the three, Ron still angered, Harry still blushing and Hermione still determined to duly trap Draco. 'Clearly there was no need for reservations to see Lupin! Was there?' She thought, puzzled. But Ron was the first to act, he grabbed Draco by his collar and pulled him back.

"Where in bloody hell do you think you are going, you dirty Malfoy!"

"Calm down, violence is not the answer!"

"What, do you want us all to sit in a circle and meditate!?!" Bit Ron sarcastically.

"It couldn't hurt." Draco replied with a shrug. He wriggled free from Ron's grasp and started off towards Lupins class room again with an even brisker pace than before. Ron wanted to hit him. All this suppressed anger in him just wanted to come out. However, he decided to deal with it in a most rational manner, as we all knew he would. He hit him. Right in our hero's lovely, petit, little nose. This threw Draco's balance way off, but he kept repeating to himself as he cradled his bloodied nose:

"I am one, I am in control, my inner balance is still balanced." To any onlooker it would seem he was quoting a self help book. Hermione was shocked and appalled at Ron's actions.

"Do you want to lose more house points? Did it ever occur to you that Snape might notice that his favorite student's nose was suddenly broke! You are just begging for a detention Ronald!" While Ron got a lecture, Harry decided to aid Draco, who was trying to slip past them to Lupin's room in all the confusion.

"Are you alright. Ron has a hard punch when he wants. Your nose is bleeding, do you think it is broken? You should see Madame Pomfrey. Are you alright?" Harry was rambling. It made Draco giggle a bit, but only lightly, considering.

"I just think I ought to see Lupin. He could help."

"I'll help you there. You shouldn't anger Ron. He has a short temper. He might disturb your oneness or what ever. Um, here, let me help you to Lupin's." Harry tried to support Draco with his arm, Draco shrugged him off. Harry looked a bit hurt and really confused. Draco smiled and gave Harry a quick butterfly kiss on the cheek (the right one for those of you who wanted to know.)

"What, Dra- what's going… between us?"

"Just go with the flow Harry, go with the flow. I don't need your help at this particular moment. But I'll see you later, okay?" And with that said Draco escaped off to Lupin's room, leaving Harry watching after him, dazed.

"Damn, he got away! Why didn't you stop him, Harry? Harry? Harry? Earth to Harry! Did Malfoy put some sort of curse on you, if he did…" Hermione put on her concerned face and looked at Harry, tilting her head a bit to the side.

"Are you okay Harry?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. But I'm not in the mood to go see Lupin any more. Why don't we go raid the kitchens, Dobby said he'd save us each a big piece of that chocolate mousse cake!" Ron, whose fits and stomach seemed to be the only things that controlled him, agreed. Hermione smiled pleasantly and went along with it. And the three left for the kitchens and Draco was left to Lupin all alone. Except for Snape of course.

Draco knocked on the door once before walking in. Much to his surprise Lupin and Snape were only talking.

"I must of missed everything then. Good." But the two teachers ignored the rude comment and went straight to interrogating him about his nose.

"Good god, Draco! What happened? Did you get into a fight?" Snape more or less demanding, wanting more to know how it happened than how Draco was doing. Lupin on the other hand held nothing but general concern for his friend and our hero.

"Are you alright Dra, does it hurt? Snape, how can you be so cold towards Draco! Of course he didn't get into a fight! He doesn't believe in them!" Draco just smiled.

"It does hurt, but I was hoping you could fix that." Snape obliged, using and simple healing spell.

"I didn't get in a fight, I was trying to avoid a conflict, but that bloody Weasely. The red haired one… the one who hangs out with Harry."

"Ron." Lupin interjected, a bit impatient.

"Yes, that one. Well I was walking down to see you two and he sucker punched me. It almost threw my whole inner balance, but I caught myself." He sat down on one of the desks and pulled his feet up and took off his sandals. "Much better."

"How you sure that you didn't provoke them?" Lupin asked, skeptical that that was all that had happened.

"Well, I told them they need reservations to see you and that I had one. I didn't want them walking in on you two doing something and dying. Harry's is too cute to die. Oh, which reminds, I did also kiss Harry, but only on the cheek. He was ever so sweet to me!"

"Oh, he was ever so sweet to you! Does this mean I can't pick on him anymore, now that he is your lover?" Snape didn't look too pleased with Draco's choice of mates, Lupin on the other hand..

"Well I think it is very cute! Though I don't think Harry would go for your protest against Quidditch, he loves the game too much."

"Are you in?"

"Hell yeah! The protest scene has been rather dry lately. The big Anti-War ones won't start for at least a couple more months. Besides, I agree with you. I'm not to keen on organized sports." Draco grinned and pulled out his signs.

"There aren't many of us, but I think they'll notice…" Draco gave them each a sign. "Now there is that big Grif/Rav. Tomorrow. I was thinking we set up a few hours before the game and continue until they drag us off the fields and kill us!" Snape laughed.

"This takes me way back! I used to do Qudditch protests, never did anything except make people cuss at us, but it was fun!"

"And it will be fun this time too!" Draco couldn't wait until tomorrow. The night before a prostest to him was like a night before Christmas. He was so excited, he knew he would barely get an ounce of sleep. It was worth it though, even if the cause fell through, he was standing up for what he believed in ad he refused to conform.

In the Gryffindor Commons room:

"Are you ready Harry? Are you pumped up!?" Fred and George were so excited. The first big game of the year and they were the captains of the team this year.

"You just get out there and find that bloody snitch, we'll protect you from everything else! Alright Harry? You just get out there and kick some snitch ass!" They were getting everyone riled up. The first game of the year tended to be really exciting, especially to there number one seeker, but this year, he seemed a but detached.

Harry couldn't think straight. Did Draco really like him? And even if Draco did like him, why should he care? It's not like he's gay or anything… well, maybe just a little bit. It didn't make sense, what was going on between him and Draco, but he might as well do what Draco said, go with the flow. Maybe even a good meditation too.

"Hey, could you keep it down!" Harry laughed a bit as Fred and George started to do the 'Find the Snitch fast' dance around him. "I'm trying to concentrate on tomorrows game!"

"Oh, oh, right! Good idea." Fred and George sat on either side of him. (Fred on the left and George on the right for those of you who wanted to know.) They tried to stay very serious, but couldn't. Soon they were back up goofing around again. Harry couldn't help but smile.

At around seven the next morning:

Draco, Remus and Severus were all getting ready for the "Big" protest, when suddenly (Dum, dum, dum) there was a knock on the door. Not waiting for an answer it swung open and there stood Lucius and Narcissa, decked out and ready for the protest.

"Mummy, Lucius! What are you two doing here?" Draco asked after throwing himself into a hug with them.

"You owled us about the protest yesterday, and we thought you might need a little help, honey." Narcissa smiled. " And I was thinking I could set up a pottery booth, I have a few too many."

"How many did you make, Cissy?" asked Lupin, using her pet name.

"Oh, a little more then 800 and a little less then 900."

"Wow."

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Thanks bunches to those kind persons who submitted their reviews! I give you all hugs. It's true I don't think all organized sports are evil, but I thought it would be funny if Draco protested against quidditch. I didn't get to the protest, but I did light the flame between Harry and Draco. (Their relationship probably won't get much more physical than that, a bit more smooching and holding hands. No sex. No orgies)

Next Chapter: MORE TRUTHS AND A MARTINI

In which people find out more about Lupin, Snape and the Malfoys and there is the consumption f martini's. If you don't like alcohol don't drink it and read my story!