Thank you to all my reviewers. It's because of you I'm pumping out these chapters so fast right now. Anyway, thank you and keep reviewing…. Oh and the HR in the last chapter was supposed to be a page break, only it didn't work…Yea…
WOO HOO! Sorry about the itty bit of Evil Harry-ness in Chapter 15 (all three sections). I couldn't help it. It jus worked. I'm sorry!
Still looking for pranks, you guys…I mean after 15 they go back into Prank mode extreme! I mean they are four now! I mean like for intelligent, sneaky, good-at-lying people, unlike the original Marauder who only really had three…
This part of the chapter is really, quite long…so enjoy.
Now on with the Chapter…
Last Chapter…
"Well, there is nothing that can be done about it now."
"I have his wand. What do we do with it?"
Sirius' face lost the shocked expression and he smirked. Harry looked to see everyone had thrown off the bleak mood and was now smirking mischievously.
Draco looked at Harry and his smirk widened into a grin. "Oh I have an idea…
Chapter 15.3 - Telling-Secrets, Making-Up, and Making-Out
"Uh-Oh! Draco has an idea!" Ron smiled at the Slytherin. Yes actually smiled! YAY! Anyway…
"Okay" Harry sat up straight and leaned in. "Spill!"
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5:00 p.m. found The Marauders, the S-G Marauders, the Twins, Ginny, and Draco all in the Great Hall. "Okay, everybody know what to do?" they nodded. "Good. Not only will we shock 'em with the wand thing, we'll shock with The Slytherin Prince and" He sneered, "Gryffindor Golden Boy sitting together talking amicably… Better yet…" Harry looked thoughtful. "Is there enough room in the center isle for us to fan out?"
"Yes, Harry." Hermione smiled.
"Good! Let's do this." He nodded and Sirius and Remus pushed the doors open and walked through.
Upon their entering the hall, the student body erupted with cheers. The followed the twins with Ginny between them. Finally, when the hall had gone back to it's chatting, Harry and Draco walked through the big double-doors. A little behind and fan out, came Hermione and Ron. The Whole hall, including the teachers' table went silent and stared at the quartet. The one thought running through everyone's minds was: What the fuck is going on?
The quartet walked straight to the end of the Gryffindor table, where there were four places saved by the previous groups who entered. They walked, with all the arrogance of someone who was worship and knew it. Because they were. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were the rulers of the school. They were the most popular, the smartest, and (in Harry's case) the best athlete. Malfoy, who had always come in a close second to the three, now was going to rule with them.
Everyone stared, but none as incredulous as the Slytherin table, as Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince, sat at the Gryffindor table.
The meal went by pretty much uneventfully after that, until the first person made a move to get up. There was a loud crack and the person, a Hufflepuff, sat back down immediately. The hall waited with baited breath for another S-G Marauders' prank. The doors, which had been shut during the meals, flew open. Every head turned to see Snape bound, gagged, and struggling wildly, float into the hall, up the center isle, and land right in front of the teachers' table. A small black book and two bottles, one filled with black hair and the other with blonde, which no one had noticed, landed in front of Dumbledore.
Another loud crack echoed through the hall and a wand appeared, hovering in the middle of the room. The gag over Snape's mouth slid down and he immediately began to curse. His voice was abruptly cut off. His eyes glazed over and he said, "Scribio Inconcessum!"
The wand, which was obviously his, twitched slightly and spurted gold thread. It wrote a message across the air for everyone to see.
A Spy that isn't careful always gets caught, especially if he's a double-crosser.
sMg
Fighters for the Light
Once a Trio now a Quartet
The entire hall gasped and Dumbledore stood. "What is the meaning of this? Ronald Weasley! Hermione Granger! Harry Potter! And now apparently Draco Malfoy! Up here this minute." He shouted. The gag slipped back over Snape's mouth. The four of them stood and walked up to the teachers' table, standing directly behind Snape's struggling writhing form. "What is the meaning of this!"
Harry raised an eyebrow, face impassive. "Well, sir, I really don't know. Maybe you should look in that little black notebook on the table there." He suggested. He looked down at said item and the bottles. "Sir, that looks surprisingly like my hair in that bottle and if I'm not very much mistaken," Harry looked up at Draco then back at the bottles. "That is Draco's hair in the other bottle there. Now I wonder why that is?"
Dumbledore surveyed the stony visages before and picked up the book. Opening it, he began to read. He room held its breath. As he read, the old man's eye widened very slightly. When he had finished the first few pages, Dumbledore looked up. "Harry, look me straight in the eye and tell me you had nothing to do with this book."
Harry complied, staring straight into the old eyes, which were devoid of their usual twinkle, and said clearly, "Professor Dumbledore, sir, I had absolutely nothing to do with that book."
Dumbledore nodded and look to where Snape was still struggling, more weakly now. The gag removed itself and he began cursing. "Oh shut up, would you?" Harry snapped, disgusted. The Potions' Master quieted and fear crept slowly into his eyes. He spotted Harry's wand sticking out of the pocket of his school pants, under his robe, and tried to push himself backward away from Harry.
"Severus. What do you have to say about this?" Dumbledore said quietly.
Snape looked around wildly. "H-He'll kill me when he finds out. I know it. He'll kill me. Either that or I'm going to Azkaban. Oh, god he's going to kill me! Potter, this entire thing is you fucking fault. You and your fucking little friends…"
At this Dumbledore cut him off. "So you admit to being a spy for Voldemort?"
Snape twitched at the name. "He, He is going to kill me…God Damn you Potter, I should have let you die in first year. I should have let that bloody werewolf get you. Hell, I should have killed you myself. Now he's going to kill me."
"Sorry to burst your bubble, Snivellus, but you never had enough power to kill me and you still don't. I am even beginning to doubt whether the slimy, pale, emaciated thing that you call a master has enough power to kill me. I mean he has tried, what four, no 5 times now: once when I was small, once, in first year with Quirrel, once in second year with that basilisk, once in third year with the goblet fiasco and the duel, and once last year in the Department of Mysteries. So I'd say, he is either totally incompetent or I'm to powerful for him to kill."
"How dare you presume to have more power then the Dark Lord. How dare you slander him! I should have killed you…"
"Well, you didn't, did you? And now everyone knows you are a spy and your cover is blown. If Professor Dumbledore doesn't hand you over to the Dementors of Azkaban to rot, Voldemort will torture you then kill. After all you are of no use to him now, are you?" Harry sneered.
The gag slipped back up, so Snape's screaming was muffled. Harry turned to Dumbledore. "Do you need any more proof, Professor? He is not a Death-Eater-turned-Spy, he's a Death eater pretending to be a spy so he can kill me and infiltrate the, um, force of the Light. I told you and everyone else from the beginning of my time at school that he wasn't to be trusted, but no one listened and now look what happened!"
"I am truly sorry for not listening to you, Harry. You were right." The old man snapped his fingers and Snape fell into unconsciousness, head lolling. "I must ask everyone to go back to there dorms, immediately. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, could you all stay here, please? Remus and Sirius too."
The six of them complied and waited.
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"I must again apologize for what happened. I had no idea. I also think in lue of what happened and with the abundance of Voldemort supporters in Slytherin House, that the four of you should have you own, um, rooms. I have taken the liberty of having all your trunks and belongings take to your new area. It is set up much like the Head Boy and Girl dorms. You each have your own rooms, which all open on to a common room. I have taken the liberty of having three extra bedrooms prepared. One for Sirius and one for Remus. The final room is for whomever you like."
"Um, Professor? Do you think one more room could be set up? For Ginny. Then Fred and George could take the third room and Ginny can take the, uh, other?" Ron asked hesitantly.
Dumbledore smiled, the twinkle returning to his eye. "Of Course, We don't want to split up the trouble-makers now do we?"
"Why, Professor, what ever do you mean?" Hermione asked innocently and grinned.
He winked and nodded, "I'll have that taken care of go round up the others and met me by the statue of the old hag in fifteen minutes."
The small group nodded and went off in search of the other three Weasleys.
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"Wow! You are so lucky. I mea if we had had private rooms when we were in school…Merlin! You could have done anything, gone anywhere…Um…Not that you three…I mean four, sorry Draco, Should do that. You should, but... Oh, Fine, Remus. Don't any of you do the stuff I would have done! Okay? Better, Moony?" Sirius said. He shot the sandy-blonde werewolf a look.
"You have to be responsible. Hermione, I am counting on you to stop them," Everyone groaned and waited for the responsibility speech, but it never came. "Stop them from getting caught or killed!" The other five stopped dead in their tracks and looked at him, jaws hanging. "What? I know you all are going to do what we would have done, I mean you three are the S-G Marauders after all and you are a Malfoy, so I thought it was kinda useless to lecture you. You gonna do stuff no matter what I say."
"YAY!" Harry and Hermione, who were both standing closest and were closest in their relationship to the werewolf, hugged him.
"Um, why are you two hugging Remus?" said a voice from behind them.
There was a triumphant laugh and a similar voice said, "HA! Harry likes threesomes, too! I…I mean, only. I don't like threesomes but Harry does!"
Harry and Hermione let go of the sandy-blonde. Harry raised an eyebrow at Fred. "Okay. I'll shut up now." The redhead sighed.
We were looking for you and Ginny. Where is she?" Harry asked.
"Who me?" Ginny called, coming up in the opposite direction.
"Yea. Guess what?" Harry said, winking.
"What?" The three asked at the same time.
"Hmmmm… Draco why don't you tell them?"
They all turned to the blonde. "I have a better idea." He said slowly, smiling. Harry cocked (hehe, cocked…hehe I love that word. Soooo funny! Anyway moving on…) his head to the side. "Why don't we show them?"
The Trio and The Marauders all smirked and the twins and Ginny exchanged nervous glances. The six of them led the three Weasleys to the statue of the old hag. Dumbledore was pacing in front of a picture to the immediate right of the hag. He looked up and spotted the little group. "Ah, good. Now these are your new rooms. The password is Marauders" His eyes twinkled. "You may change it if you like. Now I'll just leave you all to get settled in. Oh and Sirius, Remus, You two are welcome to stay as long as you like. In fact, with Snape…um, gone, I will need to fill the Potion Master's position. The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Muttly, has requested it. So, if either of you want that position, it's open, now. If you are interested, come see me in the morning. Good-night, everyone!" He turned and walked away down the corridor.
"Wait, so what's going on?" Ginny asked looking around at the upperclassmen and adults surrounding her.
"We all now have private rooms, well except Fred and George, they are roomin together. Right this way, ladies and gents. Marauders." Harry said and the painting, of a long table covered in food being blown to bits by a mischievous looking wizard, opened. They all trooped through and stopped dead in their tracks. The room was enormous! Deep red carpets cover the floor. Mahogany furniture trimmed with both gold and silver was spread through the room. Desks sat in the corners by the window. Big soft-looking armchairs resided by the fire. A long table ran along one wall. A gigantic staircase that split into five was centered at the far end of the Common Room. Each of the five sections ended in two doors.
Heading up the stairs, they decided to all look at each room. They soon found out that all the bedrooms had basically the same lay out. There was a large Queen size bed against one wall, a bureau in the corner, with a trunk at the end of the bed, a door to the bathroom (yes each room had its own bathroom), and a large window (seeing as how they're in a tower). The only difference, each room had a different color theme. One was pink, which Hermione picked. One was orange, for Ron. One was gold and red, for Harry. One was silver and green, for Draco. One was crazy, hippie, tie-die-ish print for Ginny. The room for the twins had purple décor. Sirius' room was a deep blue and Remus' room had a lime green theme.
The first section was for the girls' two rooms, next came Sirius and Remus's rooms (SEPARATE ROOMS! AGAIN THEY ARE NOT FRIGGING GAY. AND NO, I'm NOT HOMOPHOBIC! I love Harry/Draco. So, shut the fuck up. Anyway,…never mind). In the center, was the section for Harry and Draco's rooms and next to that came Ron and the twins' rooms. The last section they had jet to explore.
They stood at the beginning of a four-door corridor. "Where do these doors lead, do you think?" Ron asked examining the first door on the right. He put out a finger and touched the wood. Immediately he jumped back and words began to carve themselves into the door. FLOO / APPARELING ROOM the door now read. "Wow!"
Draco grinned and walked to the first door on the right. Reaching out he touched the wood and waited. Again words formed. The door read: PRANK SUPPLY ROOM. "Fucker…" he breathed and smiled. Fred and George were grinning for ear to ear.
"My turn!" Harry said and touched the third door. DISGUISE ROOM appeared on the door. "Cool."
"Last but not least."
"No of course not." Harry agreed. Hermione touched the last door. LIBRARY / HOMEWORK HELP ROOM was scrawled across the door. "Oooh!"
Harry shook his head. "I knew we shouldn't have let her do that. Oh well" She kicked him playfully. "Well, since I didn't do any of my homework yet lets see what it does. Shall we?" Everyone nodded and Harry opened the door. They all crowded in.
As soon as Harry set foot in the room, a shrill voice began screaming at him. It sounded remarkably like Aunt Petunia. "HARRY JAMES POTTER! HOW COULD YOU LEAVE ALL THAT HOMEWORK UNTIL THE LAST MINUTE! ARE YOU EVEN PLANNING ON DOING ANY OF IT? NO BET YOUR NOT, ARE YOU BOY?"
"Did this room just call me boy?" Harry asked quietly. Hermione nodded and he flinched quite visibly.
"HOW DARE YOU-" The room started again.
Harry cringed and shrank back. "I didn't do it, Aunt Petunia. I promise I didn't! I don't know where the glass went!" He had shut his eyes. "Please, don't lock me in the cupboard, again. I swear I don't know what happened to Dudley." He started to shake.
"Harry? Harry, what's the matter?" Hermione put a hand on his shoulder.
"No! Don't lock me in the cupboard! Please? I don't know what happened to my hair! How could I have made it grow back? Please Uncle Vernon, don't!" Suddenly his eye flew open and he looked around panicked.
"Harry? It's all right. Your aunt and uncle aren't here. Are you okay?"
He eyes were wide with shock and panic. "Shut off the damned room! Oh Fuck." He dropped his head back and looked at the ceiling.
"Come on, everybody out. "
They all followed Remus, the voice of reason, out to the Common Room and sat down around the fire. "Harry," Moony began once they were all seated. "Did Petunia and Vernon really lock you in a cupboard?"
Harry nodded, numbly. I can't believe that just happened! Why did I let that happen? I should have ignored the voice, but…it was like being little back at the Dursely's again. Merlin, what the fuck is wrong with me?
"Why?"
"Why,
which time?"
"What do you mean, which time?" Sirius all put
snarled. "They did it more then once?"
"We obviously they did it more then once, Padfoot!" Hermione hissed. "He mentioned at least three different times. Unless they didn't actually lock you up, Harry?" She looked at him.
He looked at his lap, ashamed. "What did I say?"
"You mention missing glass, something about Dudley, and your hair growing."
"Oh yeah. They locked me in the cupboard under the stairs each of those times and a couple dozen others. I also slept there." He kept his eye trained on the floor, so he didn't have to see the pity he knew wood be on their faces. Finally, he looked up. No pity. Just anger, concern, and worry. Well that a bit of a shocker. I love these guys! Well, maybe not Mal-Draco, but we're getting to be good friends at least. "Can we not talk about this? It's been taken care of. I promise. Hagrid, um, took care of Dudley and my aunt and uncle are scared shitless of me, after I accidentally blew up my Aunt Marge. So it's fine."
"I'll talk to Dumbledore tomorrow about getting the thing's voice changed. And I have to leave tomorrow, as well. Just because, you students had today and have tomorrow class-free, doesn't mean the rest of the worlds on Holiday. I have work. I go on special assignment for the ministry tomorrow. So how's about we all get some sleep?" Sirius looked around at them expectantly. They all got up and traipsed up to their new rooms. Sirius was talking to Remus, so neither of them noticed the hand signal that Harry gave Hermione.
When everyone was in their respective rooms with the doors shut, a whisper of a creak could be heard from the girls' corridor. Hermione's door opened and she looked around to see that the coast was clear. Seeing it was, she tiptoed down the Hall and to Harry's room. Knocking softly, she opened the door. She was rewarded with a wonderful view. Harry was sitting (on top of the covers) propped up on his bed reading a Quidditch book. However, it was not, as it normally would have, the sight of him reading that made her smile. Not, it was the fact that Harry was clad only in short silk boxers and a tight wife-beater. Drool. She walked in and sat on his bed.
"Hello!" She said. Looking up, Harry grinned, wickedly at her. "Well, looks like we are alone, once again… Hmmm I wonder what on earth we could do, Mione?"
She grinned back. "Oh I can think of a few things."
She slipped one arm around his neck and slid her hand into his hair. Harry took her by the waist and pulled her to him kissing her passionately. His tongue, caressing her lower lip, requested entrance. She obliged, opening her mouth. Her other hand slipped to his waist, then his hip, then the very top of his thigh. Her fingers brushed his skin, until she reached the bottom of the boxer-leg-fabric. She moved her hand up, her fingers gliding over the silk until they grazed him. He moaned into her mouth.
He, in turn, slipped on hand from her waist upward, just under the fabric of her blouse. He cupped her breast and fingered the lace bra. Well he thought, smirking. Now that will just have to go…Hmm, good it closes in the front. He snapped the clasp, which opened immediately. Harry then proceeded to use his other hand to unbutton the blouse. When that was accomplished, he caressed her soft skin, kneading her breast and pinching the nipples until hey grew hard. She pulled her mouth away from his, so he kissed her jaw, instead. He kissed and nipped his way down to her neck, where he proceeded to give her a proper love bite. She groaned, loudly, and fingered his erection. At this, he bit back a moan of his own. "You're beautiful, Hermione! I think I might be falling in love with you."
"And I with you, Harry. And I with you."
That is when they heard a small bang and the door flew open. Sirius, Remus, Ron, Ginny, Draco, Fred, and George all stood in the doorway, in a shocked silence. "Um…Hi?" Harry grinned, sheepishly, and clipped Hermione's bra and began to button up her shirt. She just sat there staring at the crowd in the doorway.
"Who next? Ginny and Malfoy?"
"EEEEEW! No! That's gross! I would never make-out with him!" Ginny fake gagged.
"Why?" Fred asked, innocently. (Suspicious, huh?)
"Because he's an arrogant, bullying git and-"
"Moony did she just say what I think she just said?" Sirius asked turning to look at Remus in horror.
Remus' eyes widened, a mirror image of the horror displayed on his friends face. "Padfoot, I am afraid she did! Holy shit, Ginny, You just sounded exactly like Lily."
Ginny's inquiry as to who Lily was was cut off by an eruption of laughter for Harry. "That is what she said after you all took your OWLs or some other test and Dad hung Snivellus upside down." He managed to gasp between his laughter.
"Wait. How do you know?" The two Marauders said at the same time.
"Harry regained his composure. "I accidentally fell into Snape's memory of the occasion."
"So, getting back on topic. What the hell were you two doing?"
"Um…"
