Took me long enough. I swear… I'm not even sure if I'm on the same track any longer. Oh well. I hope you enjoy this chapter as well.

Oh yes, and for those of you whom are lovers of M/M shipping, be prepared. For those of you who aren't, I'll warn you before the chapter that has such things.

Just a reminder that I'm not using the name of who turned into who, I'm using the name of said turned into person. I.E- Harry is Draco.

"Father will have you!" Harry hissed as he flailed his arms about. Neville Longbottom looked down at his friend sadly.

"Harry, what's wrong? You're not acting like yourself." said Dean as he hauled his flailing dorm mate into their room, Neville at their heels.

"I'm not Potter! Now let me go!"

"You don't have a father, well, technically you do but he's dead. So he can't have us." stated Seamus, who was being shameless since he and the real Harry had been in a row only a few days past.

Finally Dean let go, Harry wrenched his arms away with a snarl and flopped to the floor numbly, his head was aching. Quietly and sneered around the room, he was obviously not leaving for at least a day. Maybe he could claim sick and get up to the hospital wing. Oh.. That was an- His thoughts were interrupted by a loud bang from the door way, Ron stumbling through.

"So that's how." he said absently and then closed his mouth. Dean and Neville were staring.

"Where've you been?" Neville asked nervously. Something was afoot. (hehe, sorry.)

"Out." He replied looking down and whipping his face.

"You weren't out." Dean said. "I saw him out in the halls, dungeon floor. He was with someone."

Harry fell back onto what he was assuming was his bed but immediately shot up. No way was he sleeping there. Things… could have gone on, thought it was highly doubtful considering it was Scarhead after all… A sigh and Harry sat once more while a flustered Ron leaned against the wall.

"Was not." he argued then, Dean smirking and sliding passed and out the door.

"Harry, Ron. Why haven't you two been in classes all day?" Neville then asked looking at a clock, it was nearly one. How had they missed classes and lunch?

"Things." the friends said together, Ron with a smile, Harry with a sneer.

"Listen Longbottom, just stay out of our lives." Harry then shot but a hand quickly covered his mouth. Ron was chuckling.

"He's had a lot of stress." Ron said nodding his flaming red haired head knowingly. "And that hit to the head…" Neville nodded in an understanding way before excusing himself.

"Stress?" Harry asked once they were alone. "And a hit to the head? Are you daft!" Ron shrugged in comment and sat.

"Listen Malfoy, you know we can't be ourselves until we actually are. It's bad enough those two gits are suspicious, what if the rest of the house finds out? We'll be a humiliation to all of Slytherin."

"And you think I haven't thought of that! Of course I have you fool!" Harry replied and kicked Ron off the bed end into a heap on the floor but was pulled down after him, being grabbed by the ankle.
"We have to treat each other as equals just like Weasely and Potter." Ron said as he dragged Harry to him. He'd gone mad…

Harry glared and then reached out to jab at Ron, but it was no use as they rolled around.

"This is getting old, Ron."

"Well maybe you should stop, Harry!"

"Why don't y-"

The two blinked as they stared at each other, almost going cross eyed from the closeness as their lips pressed together. Within seconds Harry was flying across the room, Ron dragging himself away in a crab walk sort of way, both whipping at their mouths.

"This is all your fault!"

"Of course, always is! But then again, I'm the poor one."

The continued to bicker for at least thirty minutes and then sulked for the rest of the night. Meanwhile, Blaize and Draco weren't fairing too well either, and not because they couldn't get along…

"Ron… I don't like this." Draco said in a whisper as he was dragged down the dungeon steps and into the common room of the Slytherins. Blaize had taken an arm to follow suit as if helping.

"I don't either. It's worse than in second year. Darker too…" he said looking around. Draco nodded as he was placed on a high backed chair.

"You really got knocked up out there." said a dark haired boy Draco had never seen. A blonde girl laughed and sat across from him. Malfoy sighed.

"Are you… okay?" she asked, her voice soft but cold and unfriendly.

"Sure." Draco replied coolly. "If you consider having your head bashed into a wall okay." Blaize sniggered behind him.

"Terrible, Scarhead being like that to you. I hope you didn't bleed, red is such an ugly color on hair. I bet your father will have him now!"

"Oh yeah.. Definitely."

The girl looked at him. "You really got hit Malfoy, go get some rest. It's disgusting talking to you when you're in a daze and act like Potter." She stood and stormed off.

Blaize was on his knees laughing and Draco couldn't help but smirk.

"There you two are!" came a soon to become fimiliar voice. It was Pansy, rushing in to her 'lovers' side.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt?" she asked falling in front of Draco who looked a little shocked. "Play along." she hissed up at him and he nodded quickly, as if thought just dawning.

"Well you know, it hurts. Did you see how I hit him across the head?"
"So brave!"

Blaize, not to be left out joined in, a few Slytherins on looking once more.

"He was coming straight at me, but of course I ducked and hit him with a spell. Lost his wand the wanker."

Pansy smirked and took Draco's hands. "You really should be more careful, what if you beautiful body was scarred?" she cried.

Murmurs, but nothing serious yet. The three said some more and then departed, Pansy finding her way across to the girls dorm, Draco and Blaize finding theirs.

"Why do you get the girl every time!" Blaize whispered loudly to Draco as they entered their rooms finally.

"I don't do it on purpose. You know I don't want Hermione."

"Doesn't matter, you always do! I'm always the sidekick! We've been over this."

"But weren't you just kissing Hermione earlier?"

"N-no.."

Skeptical, Draco started to change into something less dirty.

"Holy!"

"What is it?" Blaize asked walking over. "Wicked…"

Draco looked up, gray eyes wide and hair starting to become a silver blonde mess.

"You don't say wicked to that! Ron… are you…"

"No! I'm not, Harry I was just thrown off!"

"By Malfoy's… well, I don't really want to say."

Blaize shrugged and walked off to change himself leaving Draco to calm himself down.

No progress was made in this chapter, it was just to get my oddness out for now. I'm thinking something will happen in around chapter five or six… If I get there.