Harry and Ron were sitting in front of the fire later that night, looking at the sheet they'd been writing on. No, it wasn't last minute homework, it was a plan to keep the Slytherin's out the next day.

"Someone at least should stay here, even if it is to try and make a fool of us, we can't leave the common room and dorms open," Harry was trying to convince Ron of his plan.

Harry had no wish to go to classes the next day, he would rather lounge around the commons all day, waiting for a Slytherin invasion. Ron wanted to just put a curse on the door to keep everyone out without a Gryffindor crest on their robes. Hermione was upstairs working on her own plan to get back at Malfoy, which worried Harry, what with his relationship type thing with the blonde.

Ron paused for a moment, "who would stay?"

"I could, if any of the teachers ask, I could just say my scar hurt or something."

"But Harry…" Ron shrugged, partly defeated.

"It's a good plan Ron, if nothing happens then nothing happens and at least we'll have taken the precaution."

"I suppose so. I still like my curse idea better."

Harry laughed and stood up to go to bed, dragging Ron with him.

8 8 8 8 8

"Theme?" Draco looked up from the sheet of parchment he'd been using for notes on the new dance he'd asked for.

Silence responded to him for a second before Blaise spoke up. "Rebellious Catholic School Kids?"

"What?"

"No, I dated one over the summer. Catholicism is a Muggle religion and they have private school where the kids wear uniforms. Pleated skirts, ties, oxfords and all that. But we go rebellious and punk it out. Pins, colors, rips, chains, chokers, boots; it could work rather well I think," Blaise said, taking a new parchment sheet and sketching a quick but well done illustration of a punk version uniform.

"It's a bit narrow but a good start." Pansy said, looking over the sketch.

"What if we make it just make the theme Rebellion?" Draco proposed, watching the expressions of the group.

"Elaborate," Pansy motioned for him to continue.

"We could do just what Blaise proposed but in all forms, Hogwarts uniforms gone wrong, muggle military uniforms gone wrong. Rebellion, taking things meant to control you, and making them wild and trashy."

Blaise contemplated this for a moment before a smirk crossed his lips. "I love it."

"What about music then? How do we suit it to the theme?" Pansy asked.

"Punk rock," both Draco and Blaise answered her at the same time. "It's the music of rebellion."

"Where could we hold this big of an event, or this loud of one?" Pansy asked, looking down at her notes, carefully organized by topic.

Silence before, "the old Greol."

The Greol was an area in the dungeons where the Slytherins held the Winter Woozy and Summer Shag parties. It was a huge open area with a low ceiling and stone walls with little ventilation and a single entrance and exit. That was a narrow stair case hiding behind a witch statue on the third level of dungeons by a loo. Draco frowned slightly, he wanted most of the upper years sans Gryffindors, this way smoke and alcohol would make people hard to see and give an opportunity to have the Boy Who Lived out for a public spin without anyone knowing.

Pansy bit on her bottom lip and made a note of the proposition. She glanced up and saw the look on her friends face. Malfoy looked slightly distant, as if something was more alluring than his party plans.

"It will work." Pansy said, giving Blaise a nod to leave.

The gay Slytherin stood and stretched and took his leave, examining his black nails on his way. "Malfoy?"

"What?" He looked at her as if he'd never left the conversation.

"What were you thinking?"

"I was considering whether or not the Greol would work."

"It will, I said that just now. If you had any doubts you should have said them before Blaise left."

Malfoy shot her the "what are you getting at" look.

Pansy shook her head and stood. She looked at the clock, noted the time and left, ruffling Malfoy's hair on her way. "Night Malfoy."

"Night Parkinson." Draco ran his hand through his hair as she disappeared, putting it back in place.

"What's going on between you two?" Blaise's slightly effeminate face reappeared from the shadows by the boy's dorms.

"Nothing Blaise, I don't like Pansy in anything more than a platonic way."

"That's not what she thinks." Blaise said. He walked forward and sat on the arm of Draco's chair. As much as he hated to admit it, it was true, ever since she'd found out about his summer "incident" she'd been acting differently towards him. As if he needed someone who loved him, to show him affection and caring. But she went about it more subtly than most would expect, she knew Draco's way of thinking, being to forward would drive him away, but slow paced coddling would drive him mad…but not in a good way (she didn't know that part).

"I know," Draco put an arm around Blaise's hips and rested his head on the other boy's thigh.

"Darlin' you have to get yourself a man or woman or whatever you're into these days," Blaise sighed and played with his life-friends hair. They'd known each other since birth, and stayed extremely close (but platonic) even now.

"I…You have to swear not to let anyone know, I'm sure he's told his little friends by now, so I should tell you." Draco looked up into Blaise's interested hazel eyes.

"What is it?"

"Come on." Draco took Blaise out of the Common room and into the hall, down to the tapestry of a black rose and the went behind it into a small room decorated like a nursery.

"What's going on Drake? What's with the secrecy and paranoia?"

"You remember that weird way the train stopped earlier? The magic pulse that went through the train?"

"Of course, knocked me off my feet, nearly killed Pansy."

"It was me."

"You?"

"And Potter."

"Were you two fighting?"

"No."

"Arguing?"

"No."

"What were you doing?" Blaise's eyes widened.

"Kissing."

The brown haired Slytherin looked about to faint. "What!"

"It happened earlier this summer too, at the Weasle Hut, just before I left, we kissed and…wind and this heat wave went through the house. I can't explain it Blaise but, gods am I attracted to him. It's this pulls in my chest, like my heart wants him. It's scary but I really like it."

"Drake…" Blaise spoke after a moment. "This sounds like more than a crush, way more. I mean, I've raised a few foreign masts in my day and it's never made a train stop or a wind gust. This is both interesting and slightly scary. The fact that it's Potter doesn't matter as much as that it's you and you're my best friend."

"I know."

"Is this why you started the rumor about invading the Lion's den tomorrow?"

"Yes." Draco nodded and Blaise gave him a trade-marked smirk.

"Here's the plan: you get a the Wonder Boy tomorrow and I get to be first to know everything."

"First and last."

"Good."

8 8 8 8 8

It was morning and Harry awoke to see an empty dorm room. He was alone and so he walked downstairs. Sitting on a couch was Crookshanks, Hermione's cat. It looked at him and meowed before walking to the other end of the couch it'd been lying on.

"Morning," Harry spun to see Draco standing against the inside the portal in. Harry relaxed immediately and smiled.

"How'd you know I'd be here?"

"It was a lucky guess. It's an hour into the first class of the day. That means, there are another three hours before anyone even comes near here again."

Harry raised his eyebrows and looked over the blonde. He was looking particularly delicious that day in stone washed jeans and a tight black tee-shirt.

"What are you proposing Malfoy?"

"What do you think?" Malfoy walked to him and pressed his lips to Harry's.

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