Disclaimer: Please refer to prologue.

Chapter 1

Draco struggled to stay awake as Professor Snape demonstrated the proper way to chop mangrove roots. He had gotten back to the castle, only a few hours ago, at the crack of dawn. Then, instead of going to sleep, he sat in the Slytherin common room and started his Potions essay on Insanity Solutions, finishing it just as the first bell rang.

That was how every one of his weekends had been since school started. Getting to and coming from Club Venom had been much easier over the summer holidays. His parents had been too busy to notice whether he was there or not, so he was free to come and go as he pleased. Now that he was back in school, he was almost constantly being watched, forcing him to resort to sneaking in and out of school every weekend. This wouldn't have been a problem for him if it weren't for the mountains of homework he was assigned every week. He had thought, many times, about quitting for the school year and starting again during the holidays, but the hold Club Venom had on him was too strong. He just couldn't keep away.

"I will now be passing back your essays from last week," Snape said. "Some of them were worthy of praise. Othersmade me question whether some of you even belong in my N.E.W.T class." He approached Draco's seat with a scowl. "Not up to your usual standard, Mr. Malfoy," he said, quietly, as he placed the piece of parchment in front of the exhausted seventeen year old. Draco looked to the top of the paper and saw a large, spiky, P. "I hope," Snape continued, "that your essay on Insanity Solutions won't be as disappointing." The professor left him without another word.

A heavy sinking feeling began to develop in the pit of Draco's stomach as he thought about the essay he had turned into Snape at the beginning of class. He knew it was probably just as bad, if not worse. The sinking feeling intensified when he looked up and saw that Snape had put the instructions to make their next potion on the chalkboard. A Draught of Remembrance; one of the most difficult potions they'd be making that year.

"I expect you all to get it as close to perfectly as possible," Snape said from the front of the dungeon classroom, "since we discussed Draughts of Remembrance just last week."

Draco sighed heavily. Like I'm going to remember anything from last week, he thought to himself, bitterly, as he pulled the necessary ingredients out of his school bag and placed them on the table, next to his cauldron.

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"You're what?" Hermione shouted, her eyes wide with shock.

Harry quickly jumped out of his favorite armchair and put a hand over her mouth. "Hermione," he whispered, "quiet down or you'll wake everyone." He had asked her to meet him in the common room, that night, because he was sure she would understand. Now he was beginning to see an error in his judgment. "I asked you to meet me here, instead of Ron, because I thought I could confide in you with this. Please, don't prove me wrong."

He watched her take a deep breath and then nod her head, letting him know it was safe to remove his hand. "I'm sorry, Harry," she said, more quietly this time. "It's just so shocking. You are the last I'd ever expect to be..."

The weary wizard boy fell back into the armchair, running his hands through his unruly black locks. "I know," he said, softly, "I didn't see it coming either."

There was a moment of silence. "When...did you know?" Hermione asked, breaking it.

Harry sighed. "I guess...I always knew," he answered, "but I didn't realize it until this summer."

"But, Harry," Hermione said, suddenly, "what about all that stuff with...with Cho in fifth year and that Hufflepuff girl last year-what was her name?"

"Hannah," he replied, "Hannah Abbot. I never really did have a thing for Cho. I just felt sorry for her because of Cedric and all."

"And Hannah?" Hermione asked.

"Well, I did like her, but not in that way."

All that came from Hermione was a soft, "Wow..."

Harry didn't reply to it, though. His mind began to wander back to his birthday, not even two months ago. He, Hermione, the Weasleys, and the rest of the Order had, once again, been at Grimmauld Place celebrating. Fred and George had cornered him in the kitchen.

"Don't go right to sleep after the party," Fred had said. "We've got another party planned for you, later tonight."

"Oh, and bring your invisibility cloak," George had added.

Having no idea what they were up to, Harry could do nothing but follow their instructions. At around midnight that night, they apparated into his and Ron's bedroom. Ron, being the heavy sleeper that he was, didn't even stir. Then, the three of them apparated to Knockturn Alley. They all huddled under Harry's cloak while they walked down the shady lane. Ten minutes later, they were turning in to a small dilapidated looking building. "What are we doing here?" he had asked the twins.

"You'll see soon enough," George had told him, "but for now..."

"Just follow the big boys," Fred had finished.

Once inside the building, the three boys threw off the invisibility cloak. Harry could immediately tell the building had been bewitched to look smaller on the outside, as the room they were now standing in, though dark, looked like it could fit at least two of what he had seen outside. Before he could get a chance to examine it more closely, a tall, muscular wizard in a long black cloak apparated in front of them.

"Bruno!" Fred had said, upon the wizard's arrival. "How are you, old chap?"

The wizard pulled his hood down- revealing a hair free head- and smiled. "Fred," he had said, happily, "George! How wonderful to see you again! And you've brought a friend." He had turned to Harry and bowed. "Welcome to Club Venom!"

"Club Venom?" Harry had said, "I've never heard-"

But George had cut him off. "Today is our dear friend's birthday," he had said, "and we'd like to make it special for him."

"Well, then you've come to the right place," Bruno had answered.

Before Harry could ask the twins anything else, he found himself being pushed down a long corridor. When they had finally stopped, he was in a different room. One that was dimly lit with a stage in the front. Scattered around the room were several tables, most of them filled. Fred and George had led him away from Bruno and brought him to the table nearest to the stage. As soon as they sat down, a man came on wearing a black velvet suit. Suddenly, loud music came on and the man began to dance. Harry had looked, wide eyed, at the twins.

"Fred, George," he had said, in shock, "is this a..." The identical red heads nodded, simultaneously. "So, does that mean you know I'm..." They nodded again. "How?" Harry asked, quietly.

"Well, it takes one to know one," Fred had answered, nonchalantly.

"But, I suppose it would be 'it takes two' in this case." George had added.

Harry had had no idea what they were talking about. Then, it struck him. He gasped. "Are you two..." They nodded a third time, grinning ear to ear. "But...not with each other, right?"

"No!" George had shouted. "Good God, Harry!"

"Sorry," Harry had said, quickly, "I was just checking." From that moment on, the three of them had spent the duration of their visit drinking, laughing, and watching men dance and strip. At about half past four, they had decided that it was time to go. So, slightly wobbling, the trio had left their table and proceeded to the exit. It was then that Harry had seen him.

An announcer had come out onto the stage and announced that a dancer called "The Dragon" was going to dance next. Then, the curtain lifted and Harry found himself staring at a tall, slender male, with spiky black hair. He had wearing a silk black shirt- left unbuttoned-, a pair of black leather pants, and a mask through which Harry had only seen a pair of steely silver eyes. Unfortunately, it was at that moment that Fred and George had decided to pull him away. Though he had only seen "The Dragon" briefly, what he had seen had been enough to keep him awake for the rest of that night and give him the most pleasurable of dreams every night afterward.

Harry's reminiscing was brought to a halt when he heard Hermione's voice, again. "Harry," she called, quietly

"Yeah?" Harry replied.

"Does anyone else know?"

With a slight grin, Harry nodded and said, "Fred and George."

Another long silence followed. "God," Hermione said, finally, "how are we going to tell Ron?"

AN: As you can see, I've added Harry's point of view too.I was going to make it just Draco's but then I realized it wouldn't be as fun. Reviews would be greatly appreciated but, no pressure.

By the way,anyone whodidn't get that I was implying that Harry was gay...please give yourselves a swirlee.