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Slips…and well…Surprise?

Hermione and Pansy had bolted towards the dance floor as soon as they arrived. Both Ron and Harry had met them, as well as their respective dates, at the front of the club. They'd arrive separately: Malfoy with Hermione, Zabini with Pansy. Both Ron and him had arrived together as they didn't have any counter part…yet. As for Ginny, he supposed she would be arriving with her friends.

The women had quickly handed their belongings to the men, ordered their drinks and lost themselves in the mob of people. Under any normal circumstances, being the protective males that they were, the four men would have been worried as there were many kinds of wizards…and witches here. But since this was their club and both women were very capable of taking care of themselves –quickly proving their point by shoving their wands in their faces– Malfoy, who had to be the most protective man on earth, let them out of their sight.

He sat with the other men on the seats reserved for them and observed the club.

"Doing pretty well here, eh?" Ron remarked.

"Yes. It's a bigger success than we thought it'd be. All thanks to Hermione introducing this idea," said Blaise, looking around the club from their second floor seats. "Who knew muggles could have such good ideas? Do you think we could add a telly-fishion?"

"Television." Harry corrected.

"Same thing." Blaise shrugged. "Hey, I'm going to get the drinks their highnesses ordered."

"Sure. I'll help." Ron said, standing up.

"Don't kill each other." Blaise joked before leaving with him.

The two men sat there in silence for a while. Harry was watching in amusement as Ron and Blaise tried to push past the crowds to get to the bar. Malfoy was probably trying to find Hermione. Both were silent in the blasting music.

"So, Potter." Malfoy said, breaking the silence between them. "How are things going on your side?"

"Pretty good, if you're referring to my job."

"Pretty good? I do believe just this morning…" Malfoy's eyes were still searching for the women.

"-Until this morning." Harry interrupted hotly. "You don't have to rub it in, you know."

"Of course, but where's the fun if I can't shove it in your face." Malfoy said with a friendly smirk on his face.

"Malfoy," He said with a mock seriousness, "You're sick."

"You mean you just realized?" Blaise said incredulously as he sat down next to him, putting down some of the drinks.

"Well, no, I just thought he wasn't that sick." Harry said as he grabbed his glass. "Honestly, Blaise, how do you put up with him?"

"Me? I don't. I just set Pansy on him when he becomes unbearable. Works every time." Blaise said with a good laugh.

"Oi, Malfoy, aren't you gonna say something back?" Ron asked after his sip of beer.

The three men focused on the silent blond, whose gaze had yet to shift from a certain place of the floor below them. The three of them tried to see where Draco was glaring at. Ron and Harry had soon given up, to avoid a headache. They couldn't possibly locate anything in between the moving and fluttering crowd. Blaise, on the other hand, Harry observed, had his lips drawn to a thin line as he, too, stared in the same direction as Malfoy. Before he could question the dark-haired man, Malfoy stood up abruptly and waded his way through the crowd with a deadly expression on his face. Blaise followed him in toil.

"What's gotten into them?" Ron asked in wonderment as he put down his pint.

"Don't know." Harry said. "But best follow him before things get ugly. Malfoy looks annoyed enough to kill."

With that, the two of them left their drinks on the table and tried to push their way through the swamp of dancing people.

xxXxx

They got there just in time to see the two former Slytherin standing behind their respective dates and Blaise saying in cool voice, "It's Miss Parkinson and Miss Granger to you."

Harry moved over and got a better look from behind the two Slytherin's back. There was a blond man standing there. An oily smile on his face. Ginny was there too, standing nervously between their friends and the man. Hermione and Pansy were both looking exasperated and were obviously trying to stop the staring match by getting their dates' attention.

"…And you are?" the man asked equally aloof. "I'm sure the ladies can speak for themselves."

"I'm sure, as her date here, I can kindly ask you to back off." Malfoy said steely, glaring at the man before his fiancée.

The blond man glared back.

For that, Harry simply had to admire the man before them; not many could hold Malfoy's glare.

The music blasted on. But no one spoke.

Deciding to break the tension in the group, Harry coughed pointedly. And with a friendly smile on his face, he asked, "So what's this all about? Ginny, your friend?"

Ginny looked and smiled brightly at him, relieved that someone had broken the strained situation. "Oh, hi, Harry! You're here!" She greeted jovially and then frowned, "…and you don't stink anymore."

"Yes. Thanks to Hermione over there, who kindly found the spell to take it off." He smiled mockingly at her as Ginny grinned back.

Harry watched with interest as the blond man's attention shifted from Malfoy and Blaise to him. He looked at him warily then put his arm on Ginny's shoulder. Staking his claim. Somehow, Harry wasn't sure if he liked that.

The group fell into silent again. This time, it was more uncomfortable. Harry saw Ginny looking around pleadingly trying to find someone who would start another conversation. Malfoy and Blaise were still looking moodily at the blond guy.

Harry sighed mentally. What he did for this girl…

He took a deep breath and readied himself to cut the ice between them.

Hermione who'd also caught Ginny's worried glance decided to take the initiative. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as Harry opened his mouth, readied to talk again and attempt to break the tension. She beat him to it, knowing from past experience –and more– that she probably had a better chance at unraveling this…misunderstanding.

"So," She said smiling. "I'm parched. Marcus, why don't you and Ginny join us for a drink at the tables. C'mon."

With that, Harry watched in amusement as she dragged Malfoy across the dance floor. She was obviously patronizing him on her way to the table. It was something Hermione would do. He loved Hermione like a sister but he honestly did not think he was able to spend his life being bossed around by her. But it seemed like Malfoy enjoyed it. So, he'd simply given his blessings to the odd couple.

Pansy, taking Hermione's lead, said to Blaise, "C'mon, did you get me my drink?"

"Yes, Princess." Blaise said smiling tenderly at his girlfriend as he followed her, ignoring the rest of the group.

"If he isn't whipped, I don't know what he is." Ron commented as he too, started to make his way back to his tank. "Who knew Slytherin guys liked to be dominated?"

Harry laughed and turned to Ginny, "C'mon, I'll bring your drinks too."

With that, he caught up with Ron and headed back.

xxXxx

When Harry finally arrived at the table, Hermione and Draco's drinks had been left unattended and the said people were making out in front of everyone. Blaise and Pansy were watching the new arrivals' facial expression with humor as they sipped their drinks.

Harry had covered his eyes…he really didn't need the show…once had been enough to scar him for life.

"Euh…" Ron shouted, covering his eyes, spurting water from the end of his wand at them. "Cut the public display!"

The couple broke apart. A smug smirk on Malfoy's face although Hermione at least had the decency to blush and muttered a quick 'sorry'.

Ron and Harry sat down on their seats and started drinking again.

"Where's Ginny?" Pansy asked, looking around at the crowd before them.

"Dunno," Harry replied, he searched through the crowd too. "I told them to follow us…"

"Probably having a talk with pretty boy," Ron muttered.

At that, Ginny appeared before the table with the blond.

"Hi guys! Sorry it took us so long!" She shouted over the music as she sat down on the seat the group had left for her.

The blonde beside her sat down too –a bit weary after the confrontation earlier, and added dryly, "Ginny, baby, you might want to introduce us."

Ron raised an eyebrow at the use of endearment and looked expectantly at Ginny.

"Oh, of course." Ginny said quickly, avoiding her brother's gaze, "How rude of me. So Marcus, This is Harry, Blaise, Draco and Ron, my brother. And you know Hermione and Pansy already."

She turned to the rest of her friends and said with a huge grin, "Guys, This is Marcus Down, my boyfriend."

It was as if someone had hit him with bludger. Harry's eyes widened and his gaze flickered between them.

Boyfriend?

When did that happen?


A/N: So Harry finds out...What do you think of the chapter...I hope you like it...It would mean a lot to me to know that it's appreciated! Please drop a review! I'll see you in the next chapter!