Disclaimer: (blink blink) uh...I don' own Harry Potter? (scratches head) WHY CAN'T I!?

Summary: There's a killer on the loose! Students are trapped in Hogwarts and are getting killed, uno by uno...will Harry and Co. capture the killer and bring safety to the world once again? Will Harry/Draco's bar business be a hit? Will Hermione finally stop chewing gumballs? And Will Pansy ever get lucky with Ron!? Read and find out (smiles)

Yay! Soz it took a while (a few days actually...) but here's the sequel you guys wanted IT'S DEDICATED TO ALL OF YOU!!! (looks insane). Nichole08: Yeah I was thinking about writing some angst, in fact I have like eight chappy's typed up, but it's the Ron fic so...yeah heh..lol THANK YOU ALL FOR REVIEWING HONEYDUKES! (sobs happily)

Could you believe I almost didn't write it? I was so caught up in one of my future fics that I forgot...see I was making a comic book out of one of them....yeah...ANYWAY G'WAN AN' READ!

Chapter One: Redecorating

"Potter!"

"What!? You fucking fat ass!" Harry shouted back, peeking his head through his bedroom door.

"COME DOWN HERE NOW, BOY!" his uncle shouted from the living room.

"Damnit...fucking...fat bastard..." the raven head grumbled as he zipped his pants and stomped down the stairs, he tried as best as he could to force his erection away before he got to the living room. See, he was thinking about Draco so...obviously he got a boner. "What now you friggin' whale?" he said lazily, crossing his arms.

"This!" Uncle Vernon hissed, showing him an envelope that had a name on it. "A ruddy owl flew in with this! If I said it once, I said it one hundred times, NO MORE OWLS!"

"Ok," he shrugged, "so, who's the letter from?"

"OUT! I WANT YOU OUT!" the vein on his temple pulsed like it always did.

"Breathe deeply, fat fuck, breathe in, breathe out," he gestured with his hands.

"I'M NOT PLAYING GAMES! THAT VOLDY-WHATSIT'S GONE SO YOU CAN BLOODY WELL LEAVE! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THESE OWLS!"

"Could you at least tell me who the letter's from?" he pulled out his wand and twirled it lazily yet expertly between his fingers, knowing he'd get his answer faster this way. His uncle eyed the wand, a hint of fear glinting in his eyes.

"You can't use...magic," he said the word with venom, "you'll get kicked out of that nuthouse."

"Did I not mention?" he grinned a little, "I'll be going to seventh year this September, we're aloud to use magic at this age."

"You lying little-"

"Ah-ah-aah," he waved a finger (not da middle one!), "not in front of the children," he said in motherly tone, looking over at Dudley who glared at him from the couch, he was busy stuffing his face in front of the TV before Harry came down. "Now tell me," he turned back to his uncle, "who's the letter from?"

"You have got a lot of nerve," he said in a low voice, "get your things and get out of my house, or I'll call the-"

Harry sighed exasperatedly, "accio letter," he pointed his wand to the letter clutched in the fat mans hand and it flew over to him. "Catch ya later, Fart-Face," he walked up the stairs waving goodbye as he looked at the later. Of course...he had to run away from his uncle instead of walk.

"Ok," the green eyed boy said, looking back at his letter after locking the door, "oh, Draco," he blinked and blushed lightly before opening the envelope and taking out the letter.

Harry

Mr. and Mrs. Honeydukes said we could do that bar thing in the shop! Mum's away to America for the summer, she say's she's doing some charity thing...really weird woman, she is. Anyway, I was wondering if you could come over for the rest of the summer, you don't have to if you don't want to. But if you do then grab your things, sit on them or something and press my name at the bottom, the transportation will only work for two days. See you soon! Or at platform nine and three quarters!

Love

Draco

"WOOOOOOHOOOOOO!!!!!" Harry punched the air and suddenly felt very jumpy so he used that energy to quickly pack his things.

He ran everywhere in his room, it was like he was the human version of Pig; Harry was in such an energetic and mindless mood that he almost stuffed Hedwig in his trunk, the poor owl.

"Ok," he darted his eyes around his room, he'd packed his clothes, books, other stuff...heheh...

All was packed. The Gryffindor wrote a quick note on a piece of parchment and taped it to the door before sitting on his trunk with Hedwig in her cage in his arms.

"Beautiful day," he said in a teary voice before pressing his finger on Draco's name on the letter.

-(Draco's Place)-

There stood the house, tall dark, mysterious and a bit under construction. The Malfoy Manor was as big as Hogwarts, although, a bit more modern looking than a castle.

Its gardening surrounded the manor, or will be once the front lawn would have its plantings done. There were flowers, vegetables, fruits and scattered trees of all kinds, splitting to make a path to the door of the manor.

Inside it looked like it was going into major Spring Cleaning, there were paintings lying on the ground against the walls, buckets of water and soap everywhere as house elves cleaned the dusting walls and floors of the hallways.

The rooms looked about the same as usual, except the one that belonged to Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, there were boxes stacked everywhere, full of who knows what (cough) evil stuff (cough, cough).

The living room was being cleaned as well as being newly furnished with a few nice paintings of the environment, new leather couches that were much more comfy, softer carpeting, and replacement for a few other smaller things like desks and stuff.

The dining room had the chairs over the long ass table fit for one hundred people, the house elves were there as well, cleaning and replacing a few things.

But at the basement/cellar/dungeon, more work was happening. A blond haired Slytherin, namely Draco Malfoy, was busy trying to not get cursed as he piled up boxes upon boxes of dark arts objects, few were hexed so that the person who touched it would get either electrocuted or lose a limb.

Draco, of course, was much smarter than that and was busy removing the hexes so that he could be able to remove them from his house without dying. So far, ninety percent of that work was done, there were aurors helping, namely Tonks, Kingsley, and Mad-Eye Moody.

It was to this mess that Harry had transported into, uh...he ended up in the living room so he was pretty much freakin' confused by all the noisy movement.

"Potter's here," Moody growled, his blue eye flickering up at the ceiling.

Without a word Draco took off so fast that you could have sworn you'd see smoke/fire trailing after him.

"Uh, hi there," Harry said, walking to one of the house elves who was helping another house elf move a painting. "What's going on?"

The two elves looked up and gaped. "It's you!" they squealed, jumping up and down, "it's Harry Potter!"

"Uh...yeah," the house elves reminded him of Dobby, "so what's going on?" he asked a bit more nervously, hoping they wouldn't suddenly look afraid and start banging their heads.

"Oh, Weldy's sorry, sir," the female house elf bowed, "we're redecorating."

"Redecorating?" he looked around, 'I thought they were spring cleaning...'

"Yes Harry Potter, sir," said the other house elf, "orders from Master Draco Malfoy."

'Heheh, Hermione would whip his ass,' the raven head thought amusedly, "why are you redecorating?"

"HARRY!"

"WAAAAAHH!!!!" Harry almost fell off his trunk when someone jumped on him in a tight embrace, instead of falling over, he ended up laying against the trunk with one happy blond boy over him, "Draco, I...can't...(gasp) breathe damnit!"

"Can't help it, I'm too hyper!" he grinned, "two weeks of separation and that's turned me crazy," he brushed his lips against the other boys' neck.

The two house elves continued whatever they were doing before Harry interrupted them.

"You're not alone," Harry carefully set Hedwig's cage down while still letting Draco kiss his neck, "I cursed my uncle down and he kicked me out of the house."

"Really, live here then," he said almost breathlessly before laying his lips on the boy. Hedwig hooted and covered her eyes with her wing while also trying to turn away.

"...M'kay," Harry said, wrapping his arms around the blonds waist and letting entrance to his mouth before he was asked. Their tongues slid against each other, dancing and wrestling delightfully while also causing oxygen to become a big need. "So..." he panted slightly when they separated, "what's with the redecoration?"

"Hmm," he lightly sucked on Harry's neck, "because mum and I wanted to change the house ever since pops was arrested," he trailed his tongue back to the Gryffindors slightly swollen lips.

"That's a sight that would wake the world up."

"Hey, Ginny...GINNY!?" Harry sat up nearly pushing Draco off of him and onto Hedwig, lucky for both the owl and the blond; he clung to Harry and sat more comfortably on his lap.

"What are you doing here?" Draco asked, once he recovered from almost falling off.

"Moody sent me," she shrugged simply, "by using a portkey, Ron, Hermione, Pansy, Blaise, and Colin will be here," she said ticking her fingers as she counted the names.

"Why?" Draco looked mortified as well as Harry, "Harry was the only one s'posed to come."

"Come indeed," she muttered, "Moody said it was important business or something."

"One, get your head out of the gutter, and two, does this business have to do with the Order?" Harry asked. Ginny just shrugged.

There was a pop and in came Ron spinning around slightly as he held a used quill. "Mama, I'm home," he said dizzily before collapsing on a couch.

"Uh...Ron?" everyone looked at him curiously; he raised his index finger, slowly getting back to his senses.

"That portkey...was one hell of a ride," he said, dropping his raised arm heavily.

There were a few more pops and the rest of the gang appeared, Hermione looked slightly pale and there were dark circles under her eyes, she must have still had those gumballs....Pansy seemed to have gotten a haircut and had her hair up in a ponytail only the...tail...seemed a little spiky and pretty short, there were few wisps of hair falling over her face in a fashionable manner.

The other boys looked the same, well except Ron, his hair was slightly untamed and his poor clothes were replaced by newly purchased ones that actually fit him well. He probably bought the clothes from the reward money for catching Jederkus.

"Whoa..." Pansy stared at Ron's now sleeping form; he looked good in black for some reason.

There was another pop as Tonks apparated before them, "okay, Draco," she said triumphantly, "everything's ready to go."

"Good, mum would be pleased to hear that," the blond sighed.

"You're moving?" Ginny asked, sitting down on one of the couches.

"No, but dads toys are," he said in a cheerful tone, yet also slightly crazy.

"Now, glad to see you dudes are all here," Tonks flopped down next to Ginny. Tonks was still a bit of a hippie ever since Dumbledore showed her that written documentary, "now onto the important business."

Everyone watched her. "Why are we here?" Blaise asked finally.

"That's what we need to talk about," the Metamorphmagus said mysteriously.

uh...was that a cliffy? (shrugs) sorry for the cliffy then! and ACK!! EVERYTHING FELT SO RUSHED!! WAAAA!!! Review Please!!...lol