Chapter Twenty-Seven

"You know, usually I would try to talk to Harry to let you out of this, but pink is really your colour!" Hermione burst out laughing.

Draco glared at the other three. "Funny. Real funny."

"Yeah, it is," Ron chuckled before full out laughing again.

Harry smiled at them, the perfect example of serene at the moment.

"I hate you, Potter," Draco sneered at him.

Harry snorted. "Love you too."

"Are you sure you two aren't dating?' Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.

"We aren't," Harry and Draco said at the same time.

"I would never cheat on FrednGeorge," Draco huffed.

"And I wouldn't cheat on my boyfriend," Harry glared at the two for even suggesting it.

"Who is your boyfriend?" Hermione asked.

"I'm not telling," Harry told her. "But it's not him, that's for damn sure."

"You say it like dating me would be a bad thing," Draco glared at him slightly.

"I'm sure it would be," Ron grinned. "Especially if you wore tutus all the time."

Draco glowered at the red head and then at Harry.

"You're all prats," he huffed.

***

Staying true to the bet, Draco wore the tutu the entire week. He didn't want to face what he would if he didn't wear it.

After the third day he wore it, everyone stopped laughing, but Harry still made him wear it. And Draco was pissed.

So the blonde Slytherin decided to get back with a prank.

***

"I love you in pink, Draco," George grinned as the blonde walked into the main store room.

"Shut the hell up," Draco glared at the younger twin.

"Let me guess, Harry got you back for the makeup?" Fred asked though he knew the answer.

"And I'm going to get him back," Draco smirked. "And I need your help."

"Nice. You get to get back at Harry…"

"And spend more time with us."

"That was the idea," Draco grinned at the two Weasleys.

"You're a little minx," FrednGeorge grinned back at the blonde.

***

"Rodent?"

"Ferret. Asshole. Yule?"

"Prezzies. Butterfly?"

"Bug. Snow?"

"Cold. Bloody?"

"Hell. Cloths?"

"Nuisances during sex," Harry shrugged, not really know what was coming out of his mouth.

Remus, Sirius, and Draco gaped at him.

"What?" Harry asked. Sirius and Remus immediately went into parental mode.

"Way to go, Harry!" Sirius exclaimed, slapping his godson on the back.

"I hope the two of you took necessary precautions," Remus went maternal.

"Thanks, Sirius, and yes, we did," Harry rolled his eyes, "Remus."

"Ok, good."

"So, who was it?" Sirius asked, grinned at the Gryffindor.

"I'm not going to tell," Harry shook his head.

"Aw, you're not any fun," Sirius pouted at his godson.

Remus smacked his slightly on the back of the head. "That's not going to get him to tell you, Padfoot."

Draco and Harry sniggered as Sirius glared at his husband. They laughed as the animagus knocked the werewolf to the floor and pounced on him.

"Okay, come on you two," Harry said as the two men began snogging.

"Yeah, Moony, Padfoot? You can stop now," Draco added. Harry and Draco looked at each other when Remus groaned in pleasure.

"Hey, we're going to leave now, okay?"

Their only answer was a moan form the animagus as Remus flipped him underneath himself.

***

"Okay, any ideas on Operation Humiliate Harry?" Draco asked his boyfriends.

"Nope, not yet," Fred said.

"Sorry," George added. "It's just real hard…"

"To find something that would embarrass him."

"Yeah, I know," Draco sighed. "I can't come up with anything either. It's hard to embarrass Harry."

"Oh well. We can think of something later…" George started.

"Right now, we just want to snog you," Fred finished.

"Fine by me," Draco grinned at the two red heads.

***

On Thursday, the Quad had Double Divination (Arithmancy for Hermione) and then Double D.A.D.A. in the morning. The afternoon, however, they had different classes.

After Harry and Draco had they're morning walk, they joined a blurry eyed Ron and a wide awake Hermione in the Great Hall.

"Well, it's not my fault you stayed up late last night, Ron," Hermione huffed at him.

"Yeah-" yawn"-it is. I was finishing the homework you told me to do."

"Looks like you're already whipped!" Draco cackled, a bit insane from not having his morning caffeine. A whap on the head from Harry took care of that. "Hey! Bitch."

"I'm nobody's bitch," Harry glared at him.

"What is it with you two calling each other bitch?" Dean asked from the other side of Hermione.

"Yeah. Dean only calls me that in bed," Seamus piped up. Dean boxed him around the ear.

"Are you insinuating that Harry and I are dating each other?" Draco asked, glaring at the two.

"Of course," Seamus grinned.

"Well, we're not. Why does everyone think that blondie and I are dating?" Harry threw his hands up.

"Because you fight like a married couple," those around answered at once.

"I'll have you know that I am in love with a very wonderful man, and it's not Draco," Harry glared at them.

"And I love two very wonderful men, and neither of them is Harry," Draco crossed his arms. Then he got childish and stuck out his tongue.

***

"Welcome back to class, my dears," Professor Trelawney's voice floated through out the incense filled room.

"I hate this class," Draco muttered.

"Yes, Draco, we know," Ron and Harry groaned at the same time.

"Today, we will be studding divination through astrology," the crazy bat told.

"Joy," Harry murmured sarcastically.

"Everyone groups up, and find out the signs of everyone in your group," Trelawney sat. "Then open your books on Astrology and read what it says about each sign."

"Okay, Harry you're a Leo. Fitting," Draco said, looking to be interested in this type of divination. "I'm a Capricorn and Ron's a Pisces."

"You're a goat," Ron sniggered.

"You're fish," Draco retorted.

"Would you just get on with it?" Harry sighed.

"Fine, fine," Draco opened the book and flipped to the back, where Pisces was located. "Okay, it says: 'Romantic Pisces, you are the twelfth and last sign of the zodiac.' Romantic? Phehb."

"Shut up, before I cut your hair and make a sweater," Ron glowered at him. Harry snorted.

"Fine. 'You are regarded as the sign of sensitivity and receptivity, and are a true chameleon by being mutable and infinitely complex. Your keywords are communion and vision, and you have the capacity to go beyond this world to the one of dreams and the spirit. You deal with sensitivity, intuition, and deeper psychic aspects of life. You are able to conduct unconscious telepathic communication with others.' Ha! Telepathic, that's funny," Draco chuckled, earning a swipe at his head. "' Your strengths, dear Pisces, lie in your altruistic and empathetic nature, because you feel the urge to help people less fortunate than you. Your sensitivity and intuition make you a true healer. Your strong imagination and highly evolved creativity predispose you to artistic expression.' What a load of crock."

"I don't know. It does sound a bit like you," Harry shrugged.

"Eh," Ron shrugged. "Harry's turn."

"Okay, Leo. 'Your sign is that of dramatic Leo, the fifth sign of the zodiac, and the sign of generosity and nobility. It stands for self-expression and the unfolding of the internal power principle. Generous and self-aware, you are truly king of the jungle.'," Draco read. "That is so like you. 'The Sun, defines the dominant traits of your personality and your basic character. This makes you a self-assured, magnanimous, and buoyant person who enjoys being the centre of attention, and others often see you as invincible, because your courage and charisma are so impressive. You are a strong-willed and courageous individual, with great leadership qualities. Your aura radiates magnetism and dignity like the rays around the sun. Your strengths, dear Leo, lie in your open-minded and extremely faithful nature. You tend to act as the protector of the downtrodden, and when taking sides, most often root for the underdog. In relationships, you are sincere, genuine, and trusting, because you hold high ethical standards.' Jeez, Harry. This thing read you like… well, like a book."

Ron nodded. "It really describes you. It's kinda weird."

"It does sound like me, doesn't it?" Harry replied.

"Yeah. Okay, let's do mine," Draco said, flipping through the book. "' Practical Capricorn, the tenth sign of the zodiac, represents discipline, ambition, and rationality, making you the most determined and persistent sign of the zodiac. Since you have such an unshakable faith in your own power, you have an extreme capacity for hard work and endurance.'"

Harry and Ron burst out laughing, earning a slight glare from Trelawney.

"Hey!" Draco pouted and put his hands on his hips.

"Sorry, sorry. Go on," Harry gasped for air as he tried to quit laughing.

"Prats. 'This house describes your ambitions and goals in life, as well as your public image and your reputation in your social circles. . Your calm, diplomatic, and pragmatic approach is admirable. On top of that, once you commit to something, you feel responsible and accountable for what you do, which makes you such a trustworthy and loyal person. Sometimes, you can get very pessimistic and sceptical. You don't always have the flexibility to make a quick change in plans if something doesn't work. You are also known for being calculating and despotic at times, as well as cold and indifferent.' Hey, stupid book!"

The two Gryffindors sniggered. "That's pretty much you, as well."

"You're asses," Draco sneered at them.

"We know!"

***

"And you actually believe that load of drivel?" Hermione asked, before bringing a fork full of mashed potatoes to her mouth.

"Most of it was pretty accurate," Harry replied, tearing a piece of ham into strips.

"Yeah, it was, really. It was actually a bit creepy at how precise theirs was," Ron told her as he reached for another roll.

"It wasn't that good," Draco glared at his plate.

"Harsh truths?" Hermione asked, knowingly.

"Very harsh," Harry confirmed. "I believe it said that he was 'cold and indifferent at times'. Of course, I'm paraphrasing."

"Of course," Hermione nodded, grinning.

Harry looked slightly confused for a moment, as if he was trying to figure out if that had been an insult or not.

"You're mean," he just said.

End Chapter Twenty-Seven

You know what's weird? I think this is the very first chapter with no Severus in it........how odd.

I had a bit of trouble with this chapter....*sighs*

Oh well! I got it done, didn't I? ^___^ So many reviews!!!!!! Can I ask you guys a favour? Can I have twenty reviews this chapter? I'd have 400!!

Well, not many answered my question last chapter, so I'm just going to decide for myself. I'm going to keep posting chapters when I get finished with them. I get more reviews that way! :D

The next chapter is prolly going to skip some more time. It will most likely be right before Winter Hols. And you guys will get to see what Draco and FrednGeorge do to Harry. eg

Thanks for all the reviews, guys!

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Bleu Moon- k!

Anita Blake-Ok, I'll try to get a bit more into the Unison thing. 'Real' one in my world?...Yeah, the bed scne is my fave too.

Celesta Hellewise Harman- La li ho! The tutu thing was funny, wasn't it?

Beldin325-I totally agree with you about Fudge.

npetrenko-K!

Meadowfield Whisk-lol. YAY!!! I LOVE PREZZIES! You'll be the nicest fan ever if you give that to me as a Christmas prezzie!

Christine- That pairing is cool, too. You ought to go read my story A Parselmouth's Kryptonite if you like H/D. It's a bit of an older fic, so it kinda sucks.

The Red Dragons Order- LAW5 was cool. Needed more Sevy though. ^__^ I always hate Vernon.

Insane Pineapple from Naboo- lol

Luna Rose and Phoenix Child- k!

Jester-lol. He should, shouldn't he?

Lee Lee Potter- ^__^

Lei Dumbledore- Thank you, thank you. *bows*

Chrissy Sky- Yay! I love making people laugh. Me mum says I could be a stand up comedian. I don't know though...I'd rather be a sit down comedian....Oh yeah, it's planned, deffinitly. And Sirius is going to be pissed.

Deity-lol. I'm not going to hurt you...well, maybe a little. *bops Deity on the head* See, that didn't hurt! I hate Vernon too! I know, I'm so mushy!

kitabunnie-Is this soon?

Miranda Flairgold- Well, Harry's about 5'6, and Sev's about 6'1, and Harry can't grow much more. Malnutrition stunts growth, you know.