Snape smiled at them both and stood. "I'll see you tomorrow Professor Weasley."
"Yeah, sure, bye Snape."
The black haired man disappeared through the door, leaving just the three.
"How much of that did you here?"
"Since Kristopher isn't a threat to anyone," Draco responded.
"Don't let anyone know, about either thing," Adrian said, putting a finger to his lips.
"Of course," Draco nodded.
Harry had retrieved his ice-cream and was standing near the door, waiting for the blonde.
"You be nice Stormy, poor Harry must be tired from inter-dimensional travel and all," Adrian said as they were leaving.
"Sure thing, Skull-boy," Draco gave him a lazy salute and slammed the door behind him.
"You're mean to Adrian, you know that?" Harry chastised.
"Skully? No, never," Draco shook his head.
They were expected to return to classes Monday and Draco worried if they'd recover from their hangovers by then. Tomorrow night was his party. They were wandering through the castle at that moment and Harry pushed open a door in their path and recognized the room and the door to the three headed dog immediately.
"Come on, it's just through there," Draco pointed at the exact door leading to Fluffy.
"No, there's something bad through there," Harry snatched his forearm to hold him back.
"What could it possibly be?"
"Should I describe it to you or shall I get you a box 1?"
Draco gave him an odd look, "why would I need a box?"
"To put your shredded up remains in," Harry said.
"You're being silly Harry, come on," Draco removed himself from the boy's grasp and flung open the door.
Inside stood the huge dog, it snarled at the blonde. Draco squeaked.
"Run!" Harry dropped his bowl of ice-cream, and ran to the blonde.
"Look at how big Pookie has gotten!" Draco squealed and grinned at the dog.
Harry's jaw dropped, what the hell?
"Harry, meet Pookie, he guards the secret entrance to the Slytherin common room. I don't know what you were talking about, needing a bowl to put my bloody remains in. Batty, the lot of you Gryffindors," Draco patted the middle head's snout and it panted at him like a cheery puppy.
"You…wha…how?"
"What? Pookie's a good dog, though I heard you had a run in with him in first year," Draco said, then he scratched the left head behind the ears.
"You think Fluffy is a good dog!"
"What the hell kind of a name is that? Fluffy, pshh," Draco shook his head at the name. "Pookie is much better, isn't it boy?"
The heads each barked happily and wagged their tongues at the blonde.
Harry just skirted the edge of the room to where Draco was standing looking at a big oaken door. "This wasn't here in first year."
"Of course it was, you didn't see it though, too concerned about Pookie, eh?"
Harry didn't respond but watched as Draco tapped the knocker's forehead. It was a metal goblin head with the heavy ring through its hooked nose.
"Oh, oh," it was startled awake and shook itself a little, "what do you want then?"
"Just going to the Pit, see what's going on."
Draco offered the knocker his Slytherin crest necklace. It eyed the piece and then the metal eyes rolled towards Harry.
"What about the other boy?" it asked in its rough Scottish voice.
"He's fine Ello, no worries there," Draco assured the knockers before the door swung open.
A long narrow staircase slopped downward and out of sight. When Draco stepped in torches burst into flame in small alcoves dotting the stairwell. Harry was immediately jealous, Gryffindor didn't get such a thing.
"I love this place," Draco was saying, though Harry was a little too distracted to notice. "I'll have to bring Pookie a steak tomorrow. The elves just aren't being nice enough to him."
Harry rolled his eyes at this. There was no way he was going near Fluff-Pookie again. Draco stopped, causing Harry to collide with Draco's white wings.
"Ow," Draco whirled around and found himself pressed to the firm chest of his Match.
"Sorry, you stop suddenly," Harry's words were a slightly jumbled mess as the ache in his heart thundered for him to kiss Draco.
"I, I do that," Draco muttered and then threw his arms around Harry and kissed him fiercely. They fell back onto the slopping steps, though neither noticed as they were too caught in the kiss.
The stairwell warmed considerably. Draco's eyes fluttered as Harry's hands slid up under his shirt and slid to his back. Somewhere above them a door opened and closed. Neither boy registered the noise, mostly because Draco had found Harry's earlobe and was doing something to it that made Harry squirm.
"Ah, sick!" Pansy was standing on the stair above them.
Draco snapped his head up and gave Pansy an angry look.
"There's a party tomorrow, you can P D A it up then, get off each other and clear the way," Pansy commanded. Harry reluctantly got up and followed his Match the rest of the way down.
In the Slytherin common room they saw Blaise and Ron on top of the far couch, half naked and snogging the day lights out of each other.
Pansy let out a scream of frustration, in a joking manner though. The two lovers fell of the couch and their heads appeared simultaneously from behind the low table.
"What?"
"Why is it that everywhere I go there's a pair of guys snogging?"
"I don't know, Pans, maybe you should stop going to places where guys make out," Blaise offered, smirking.
"Bastard," Pansy threw a nearby magazine at him.
"Ouch! Hey, someone's on angry pills again," Blaise rubbed the spot on his head. Until Ron took over and pulled him down again.
The next day was a leisurely one for the Gryffindor group attending the party that night. Harry and Ron were going with their boys. Seamus and Dean were invited by way of Nott and Ginny had been invited by Pansy who personally delivered the invitation to the red head the week before just after the collapse. Harry toyed briefly with the idea of Ginny and the black haired girl, Pansy was known to love her own sex as much as the other. He discussed it with Ron who agreed it was possible but, since it was his sister, he didn't really want to dwell for too long on it.
They each took a set of their robes and…rebelled them out.
Harry and the gang went to the RoR and found everything they'd need.
Ginny had gotten suggestions from Lavender and Parvati, obviously. Her skirt got shorter her outer robe turned into a short, tight jacket and the knee socks became fishnets. Harry was impressed with her outfit, though Ron disapproved he didn't voice it, he wasn't much better himself.
Ron, normally not a show off type, was becoming more like Blaise. He'd didn't have a shirt or tie and the robe became sleeveless with a popped collar. Ron, with the help of Harry transfigured his regular shoes into motorcycle boots that cinched at the knee. He managed to convince Seamus to loan him some eyeliner as well.
Seamus who, in all his Irish glory, was going to the party in leather pants and his uniform shirt now covered in tears held closed by safety pins. His tie was not his belt, though the pants were so tight they couldn't have fallen down with all the gravity of earth focused directly on him.
Dean, his date, was convinced to wear a pair of army pants with bondage straps and a camo tank top over a long sleeved white fishnet shirt. Dean looked almost more uncomfortable than Harry felt.
The Golden Boy wasn't one for dancing, much less one for fashion. Thank god for Ginny. She helped him. First, the pants were torn in about eleven different places and they used oddly colored strings to sew them partially shut again. His robe was set aside, he wouldn't wear it. The cuffs of his shirt were removed to be worn as bracelets and the sleeves of the shirt ripped off. The collar turned up and a set of patches were ironed onto the top. The patches ranged from ones with demon monkies to band names like the Damned and the Vibrators. Ginny was digging through a drawer and found a heavy chain, which she promptly attached to Harry's hip. It hung down to his knee and then curved back up and was attached to another belt loop.
Overall they looked like a group of punks.
So when they arrived at a statue of a soldier raising his sword heaven-ward they were surprised to see a fat, sneering goblin like creature standing by the statue. It looked much like the door knocker on the secret entrance.
"Names?" It looked at them through one eye, the other was simply a plain black orb.
"Harry Potter," he said. The black eye looked at him and the thing nodded.
The process repeated and the creature pushed the left big toe of the statue and the hero moved from his pedestal and let them though. The stair way was very narrow, steep and dark. They could smell smoke and alcohol from all the way at the top.
They reached the Greol.
The whole place was a mosh pit. People were jumping and screaming and throwing themselves around to a Dead Kennedys song. A bar was dispensing drinks and drags like crazy but the bar top was monopolized by Draco and Blaise. There was barely room for the five nine Italian to stand on the bar top as he danced.
Harry felt an ache in his chest at the sight of his Match.
Dressed in leather stiletto boots, olive colored pants with heavy chains hanging over either hip and a black tank top under a white fishnet shirt, Draco sparkled with energy. He raised his arms over his head and slammed his fists against the stone ceiling. Harry went through the crowd, dodging elbows, legs and persons in general until he reached the bar. The song changed to a heavy song and Draco looked down and saw the Gryffindor standing at the bar just below him. Draco smirked and began to move like a snake. His hips swiveled and he arched his back and curled it in a steady motion that he noticed made Harry near drool.
This was true, seeing his Match, standing up there with his wings and in fishnet was an impressive aphrodisiac. It only took that song until Harry pulled him onto the floor and move with him through the heavy crowd until they were in the middle. He kissed the blonde and the music multiplied in strength, the beats thundered through their chests, replacing the ache. Harry and Draco spent the entire night like that. Kissing under the smoke clouds and dancing.
This is shorter than most of the recent chapters however, I'll probably post again as soon as I get back on Tuesday from Ashland (again). Thanks for reviewing everyone, I know it's been confusing with the changes to the earlier chapters. I'm not making plot altering changes, don't worry. Just combining shorter chapters and making Draco a more consistent character. Sorry again about confusion.
I adore you all. :love love love:
Please review? I'll give you a nice long love scene next time I post as a hazah to the one year anniversary of Dancing in the Dark. Wish the fic Happy Birthday on the 31st, plase and thank-you.