AN- Updating- Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! I know I haven't updated, but since school has started YAY! (Not) I'll probably not be updating as often, I'll try writing on the weekends and posting Mondays or Tuesdays (try is the word here) but sometimes it might be every other week (or in this case a month) that I can update it. It might even be two or three weeks. I've also had major writer's block, so it's taken me forever, and the fact I have also been sorting through plots for some other stories. Sorry to all of you if that's not fast enough, but it's the best I can do right now. Love all of you, thanks for the reviews. Now, on with the chapter! Also- the owl.
"Fuck you, Ron," Harry said aloud. He was sprawled out on his bed. Where else do you go when you're mad at your best friend? "God, I'm so stupid. I came out to my best friend, thinking he would understand. Right before a party where Malfoy'll be too." He lay there for a while just thinking and staring off into space before getting up. "What to do, what to do." He sat back down, deciding that since he already took a shower he didn't need another, he was dead sure that he wouldn't be taking another nap, his homework was completed, and it too early to get ready.Knock, knock.
"Harry are you all right?"
"Oi, mate can we come in?"
Harry trudged to the dorm door, unlocking it and letting Dean and Seamus in.
"Oh, Harry we're so sorry," Dean whispered.
"Yeah, Ronny can be an outright bastard sometimes," Seamus said.
Harry laughed scornfully, looking around the room letting his eyes fall on the window next to his bed. He walked towards it, looking suspicious. Dean and Seamus looked at each other confused, obviously not noticing whatever Harry saw.
"Look, an owl," Harry pointed.
"Good one, Mr. Obvious," said Dean.
"That owl's very familiar, that color," Seamus said.
"Like a storm cloud," Dean added.
"I think it might be Malfoy's," Harry said aloud.
"Secret admirer not so secret, eh?" Seamus winked nudging Dean with his elbow.
"I don't think so, if he was a secret admirer why would he use such as obvious owl?" Dean wondered.
"Maybe he wanted to let Harry know."
"But then it's not a secret."
"So?"
"So, it's not a secret."
"Then, Malfoy's an admirer?"
"Dunno."
"It's not an admirer letter," Harry interrupted.
"Oh?" Dean asked.
"No."
"What is then?" Seamus wondered.
"A notice and an advice note."
"Well let's see it then," Seamus said grabbing the letter.
"Rude much?" Dean said smacking his boyfriend's hand. Taking the letter he read aloud, "Potter, about the conversation this morning, I'll owl you in about a week. On a more personal note, seeing as you have no fashion sense whatsoever, at the party tonight wear leather, and take off those hideous glasses. Oh, and do fix your horrid hair."
"And?"
"And that's it, no signature or anything."
"Let me see," Harry said taking the letter from Dean. He reread the letter carefully looking for a clue that would give Malfoy away. Sure it sounded like him, but who could be sure? Harry sighed in defeat; about to set the paper down when a small, very artistically drawn snake slithered across the bottom. It slowly made a "M" where one would sign, then slithered off, only to repeat itself. "It's Malfoy's alright, I can tell."
"Ohh, Harry here seems to have a little friend. Wink wink. Nudge, nudge. If you know what I mean," Seamus said, badly impersonating his rendition of, well we're not exactly sure what it was.
"Leather."
"What Dean?"
"It says wear leather."
"Oh right," Harry nodded.
"So, what are you planning on wearing?"
"Dunno."
"Well that's exactly what I was thinking too," the darker boy said, rolling his eyes quite obviously.
"Pants!"
"My thoughts exactly, dear boyfriend," Dean said grinning at Seamus.
"Pants?"
"Leather pants," Seamus said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Oh right."
Silence.
"Umm, I don't own any leather pants."
"That's all right, I do!" Dean said rocketing off to his trunk, only to return weighed down with every color, design, texture, and size of leather trousers.
"Why, might I ask, do you own so many leather pants?"
"No reason."
"Oh, continue then," Harry said eyeing a pair of rhinestone encrusted purple something.
"You like?"
"No, just trying to figure what that is," Harry said pointing at the purple mass.
"Shorts."
"Why do you own purple, rhinestone encrusted leather shorts?"
"No reason."
"Ahh."
"My thoughts exactly when I first saw them," Seamus said rummaging through the leather pile. "Here," he said thrusting a pair of forest green leathers into Harry's hand.
"And these," Dean added, giving him a simple black pair.
"Oh, and these," Seamus said piling three more pairs into the Boy who Lived arms.
"Guys, guys. Chill," Harry said putting the glittery baby blue pants into the pile. "All I need is a pair of black leather trousers."
"But, that's no fun," Dean whined.
"See, this'll do," Harry said taking the plain pair Dean had handed him earlier. Seamus started laughing hysterically, Dean smiled, and Harry looked confused.
"Those aren't exactly, normal," Dean said pointing.
Harry turned the pants over only to see the entire backside cut out.
"I'm not even asking why you have those," Harry said throwing the pants across the room.
"No reason."
"I think plain black's too boring," complained Seamus.
"What about green?" suggested Dean.
"Dark or Slytherin?" answered the sandy haired boy.
"Neither, I'm not playing dress up for Malfoy. Black. Is. Fine."
"I don't own a pair of plain black leathers," Dean said, grinning apologetically.
"How is that possible?"
"Too much time collecting unusual pairs."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll think of something." He began digging through his trunk.
"I thought you said you didn't own leather pants," Seamus said.
"I don't. I'm looking for a shirt."
"Oh, god no, Harry. Not one of those wrinkly, over-sized monstrosities," Dean said.
"What's wrong with my clothes?"
"Nothing," Seamus said.
"Besides the fact that their ugly, too big, gross, ugly, unbecoming, umm did I say ugly?" Dean asked.
Harry rolled his eyes, "What do I wear then, Mr. Fashion Guru?"
"This," he said handing him a dark green shirt.
Harry pulled it over his head, and stood there, not noticing Seamus drooling and Dean smiling like he was the smartest person in the world.
"I think it's gorgeous. And Seamus stop staring," the sort of newly appointed fashion guru snapped at his boyfriend.
"I'm not sure, I'm not used to wearing something that fits this way."
"That's because you wear over-sized grungy shirts, if you can call them that."
"Ha bloody ha," Harry said looking in the mirror. He actually kind of liked it; it brought out his eyes. It clung to him, outlining every inch of his Quidditch playing body. But of course he didn't notice that. He just liked the color, oblivious to the fact it made him look hot, hot, hot.
"So, what do you think?"
"I like it."
"Me too."
"Shut up," Dean said cuffing his boyfriend on the head.
"Ow."
"Well, I'm going to go take a shower. Hermione said to be ready by nine fifteen, so we have about half an hour," Dean said heading for the bathrooms.
"A shower sounds splendid," Seamus said eyeing his boyfriends before also heading towards the bathrooms.
Harry looked at the mirror again, he looked pretty good in the shirt, but the threadbare jeans would have to go. "Leather, leather, leather," he mused, thinking of the proper way to conjure up a pair of those sexy pants. It took a few tries, but then Harry was holding up a pair of black leather pants, butt area still intact. Harry slipped into the pants, as easily as one could putting on their first pair of leathers. He found a shoebox under his bed and blew the dust off it, before opening it. Inside was a pair of dragon hide boots. A gift from Lupin, before he disappeared looking for a job somewhere in Australia. Harry had never worn the boots, saving them for a special occasion, but now seemed as good of time as any. He finished tying them and stood up. He took off his glasses and set them on the nightstand, while reaching for his wand. He murmured a quick spell Hermione taught him for temporary better vision. Looking in the mirror now, Harry saw no difference, just that he looked like a window display, or Ken doll. He knew his hair would never lay flat, but he took a brush and combed through his raven locks a couple times anyway.
"My, my, my, somebody looks sexy."
Harry turned to find Dean and Seamus dripping wet and eyeing him.
"Dean, I do not. This isn't even me, just me dressed as something I'm not."
"Well, tell the something you're not, that's he's very sexy," Seamus grinned.
"Ha ha," Harry said rolling his eyes.
"C'mon we have twenty minutes," Dean said running to his trunk, and finding his outfit.
"Yeah, yeah. I know, I'm getting ready," Seamus grumbled.
"Hurry!"
"Well, since I'm ready, I'm gonna go downstairs."
"Would it kill you to look decent?" complained Dean.
"Would it kill you to not care what I looked like?" his boyfriend shot back.
"Guys, I'm, whatever bye," Harry said walking away.
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Twenty minutes later, Dean and Seamus, along with the rest of the Gryffindors were waiting impatiently for a certain know-it-all. Hermione was always on time, though right now that was not the case, and there was a party to get to, so obviously people were ready to go looking for her.
"Where is she?"
"Have you seen her?"
"She said wait in the common room."
"Maybe something bad happened."
Those and many other things were soon filling the common room. Soon it was so loud people couldn't hear themselves think. Harry, being a Seeker, learned to drown out other noises. He heard a small whistling sound and saw a little white envelope perched on the mantel. It seemed to be the source of the small shrill sound.
"Quiet everybody!" Harry yelled, picking up the note. He opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of pale red paper. In big letters at the top it read: Party. Under it were instructions from Hermione. "Hi. I'm waiting for you, like Blaise for the Slytherins. I sent this little spell to guide you. It only last for twenty minutes, and that's at its most. I, however, thought you guys would be able to find me in less than. Hurry, Harry, time's wasting, and there's a party waiting."
"Okay, everybody listen up," Harry said demanding attention, though with those clothes people were already looking. "Hermione, is waiting for us." A wave of questions flooded the room. "Shut up, Shut up!" Everyone fell silent; looking at the Boy Who Lived's fierce eyes. "Now, you are to follow me, we have less than twenty minutes, and we've wasted close to five," Harry said, swinging the portrait open.
"Now, walk towards McGonagall's classroom. At the fork right before you turn left to her class, turn right, into the deserted corridor. Walk all the way down it until you reach the next fork. Turn right and open the first door you see. Walk up those stairs and turn left the next two times. Then after you…"
Harry read the note as words disappeared and reappeared, leading the Gryffindor seventh years through the maze of Hermione's directions.
"Open the third door on the right side. Once you're in the room, walk down the stairs on the far left. Then you'll see lights. Follow them until you reach a statue. Ask him…"
"Are we there yet? I mean how do we know we're going the right way? Where's the party?" whined Lavender and surprisingly Neville, at the exact same time.
"Shut up. We're going the right way. No more questions," Harry sighed, still trying to remember all the twist and turns because the letters had already changed.
"When you see the statue, I can't tell you what he looks like, you'll know. Anyway, ask him how far down is the rabbit hole, and he will move aside. Behind him there will be three doors. One leads to the party, the other two back to the common room"
'Jesus Christ,' Harry thought, 'how the hell can I keep up with all this? The Alice in Wonderland joke, not funny. And now riddles, note to self, give Hermione extra mean looks when we get to the party.' Harry looked down as his watch, seven minutes had past. 'Wait seven? Five had already past in the common room, seven now, that's twelve. This all happened in twelve minutes?' Harry thought doing some quick calculations. 'Okay, twenty minus twelve is eight, but 'Mione said less than. We have less than eight minutes to get to the party!' Harry was in such a deep thought he nearly missed the statue, well actually he almost ran into it, but someone shouted. He snapped back into reality and moved aside quickly, narrowly missing it. Harry stared at it, until he remembered less than eight minutes. "How far down is the rabbit hole?" he asked.
"I'd say until your mind stopped believing, though for Alice it was all a dream, so it might be until you wake up," it answered.
Harry stared unbelievingly, he had eight minutes and he was getting book opinions from a statue. The statue noticed the look Harry had, and moved a little bit. The statue continued to look at Harry before moving all the way away. "Sorry. Go on then, you got somewhere to be," it said watching them file through the space he guarded.
"Okay, the door is red but with green too. Watch where you step, it may be the last thing you do. Silver and gold invisibly there, three doors walk up if you dare."
Harry repeated everything to his housemates, leaving them all clueless.
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"I got it!" shouted Neville.
Everyone turned, and Neville blushed.
"Okay, which one?" asked Harry.
"That one," he said pointing to the third door.
"Why?"
"Well, think about. Hermione is in charge of all this right? So you have to think about what she would do."
"Okay, but what does that have to do with the clues, red, green, silver, gold, watching your step? It doesn't make sense. The door are all black and there are no holes or spike filled pits."
"You're not thinking. Red and green are Gryffindor and Slytherin. Watch your step, is the snake. All the doors have something a small statue, carving, anything. Door number has a lion and a snake. The lion is carved into the handle; the snake is painted on the bottom. Watch your step- be careful of snakes. If you're walking snakes might bite your foot or something, that's why it's on the bottom of the door. Gold and silver are invisible. Yes, all the doors are black, but red and gold are Gryffindor colors and green and silver are Slytherin. So if there's red and green, there's gold and silver. Pretty simple, if you think about it."
Harry thought he would kiss Neville if someone hadn't shouted, "Let's party!" Walking up to the door, he slowly turned the handle.
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"So glad you guys could join us," Blaise said. Hermione nodded. The Gyriffindor's had all entered the room, at the exact same time as the Slytherins.
"Okay, everybody listen up," Hermione said. The Gryffindor heads snapped to attention, while the Slytherins merely yawned. "Blaise," Hermione whispered.
"Serious guys, listen to Granger," Blaise commanded the Slytherins.
"And if we don't?"
"Well, Draco, you can just leave," Blaise shot back pointing to the door.
"Mudblood lover," Draco mumbled.
"Speak up Drake, didn't quite hear you."
"Do. Not. Call. Me. Drake!"
"Whatever you say, Drakey."
"Blaise!"
"Sorry, Hermione."
Gasps were heard all around the room. Yes, Blaise Zabini, pureblood Slytherin, had just called Hermione Granger, muggle born Gryffindor, by her first name.
"I knew it," Draco said smugly. "I knew it, I knew it."
"Shut up," Blaise growled.
"Well, moving on, Herm what were you saying?" Harry interrupted, before some huge fight broke out.
"I, well, this… This room is the Room of United Opposites, or it is until we find a better name for it. This room will be used for parties or hanging out, but only the Gryffindors and Slytherins. Oh, and the seventh years, meaning just us right here. This place is where we will bond, and it is equipped with many rooms. These rooms have the ability to change into whatever the people in it desire, perfect for videos. There will be an easier way to get to this room; the route you just took was just a small challenge. So have fun, enjoy yourselves, and start planning a little for say, an upcoming contest. Oh, and there's plenty of drinks to go around, so let's PAR-TAY!" Hermione said, watching the lights dim and hearing muggle music start blaring.
"What the bloody hell is this?" a certain blonde Malfoy asked sneering.
"That would be rap music, Dahling," Pricilla drawled.
"How would you know?"
"Just because I'm a pureblood doesn't mean I don't enjoy muggle things."
"What?"
"I got hooked on it during muggle studies, so sue me," she grinned.
"How can you enjoy this?"
"Watch," Pricilla said. "Stand here," she motioned Draco behind her, "now put your hands on my waist, like this."
"What does this have to do with music?"
"Will you hold on a damn second?" She started grinding on Draco. Laughing and swaying her hips in front of him. Too bad Draco swung the other way, but he still enjoyed her show, just a little.
"I still don't understand."
Pricilla rolled her eyes. "Granger," she yelled, "pole and 'Baby Got Back'."
"I'm on it," she answered, transfiguring a table into a platform with a stripper pole and changed the song.
"Now Draco, try to keep up."
'I like big butts and I cannot lie. You other brotha's can't deny, when a girl walks in with an itty-bitty waist and a round thing in your face, you get SPRUG!'
Pricilla did a couple turns and twirls on the pole before jumping on it and sliding all the way down. Pretty soon she was shaking her ass and flirting with her crowd of newfound "admirers."
Draco getting bored with her quickly he took a couple shots of this and a sip of that, and soon he was getting into this whole Muggle experience. A little bit tipsy, he stumbled towards the platform. "Pricilla, I think I'm starting to like this bloody shit," he slightly slurring, knocking back some purple liquid.
"I knew you would, baby. Now I know you don't get drunk easily, so how many concoctions have you had?"
"This many," he said proudly holding up seven fingers. "See thirteen drinks ain't so bad."
"You're holding up seven fingers."
"Right."
"Well go have fun, I'm getting my kicks."
"Will do, but why are you half naked?"
"No reason."
"Okay. Hey do you know where Pansy went?"
Pricilla laughed and pointed to the pole behind her.
"That's not Panse that's Granger."
"Where?"
"On the pole."
"No, I know that. I meant behind the pole, over there, the couch."
"Ahh."
"Anymore questions?"
"Yes. Why is Granger taking her shirt off?"
"No reason."
"Okay."
"Bye bye, Dahling," Pricilla giggled, returning to the pole Hermione had taken over.
Hermione stepped down to get some air and another round of drinks.
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"Why is Mione taking off her clothes?" asked a slightly drunken Harry.
"It's called stripping," Dean said rolling his eyes.
"Well, I like it," Harry slurred.
"Now that she taken some off, she's wearing as much as some of the Slytherin girls. They're really a sex sex sex house aren't they?" asked Seamus, ogling some five three, blonde prefect.
Dean playfully slapped his boyfriend, "You better keep your eyes on me tonight, or you aren't getting any for awhile."
"Not fair."
"So fair."
"You're so, umm mean."
"You're so cute when you're stupid."
"Hey!" Seamus said, but that was silenced when Dean's lips connected with his own.
Another fight slash makeup for Harry to witness and be ignored. "Bye guys."
"Grmptf," Seamus said.
"Ditto," yelled Dean.
"Hey Mione," Harry called to his friend. She turned and started towards Harry.
"What's up?"
"Nothing really, but Herm, this well. This isn't like you, the drinking and taking your clothes off and practically humping that pole…" he trailed off.
Hermione smiled, even in his drunken stupor he was still the same caring Harry. "Relax babe. I'm taking the night off. Study girl gone, new party girl here for awhile."
"How long is awhile?"
"Awhile, Harry. I haven't changed, just letting loose for a couple hours."
"Okay, but promise me you won't do anything stupid."
"I promisss!" she said squealing the last part because Blaise had just sneaked up behind and dropped an ice cube down her shirt, that she had replaced a couple seconds before. She turned and kissed her ice cube assaulter on the cheek, taking a frozen chunk of water and returning the favor. Hermione started laughing and her and Blaise started kissing.
"Umm, I'm still here."
"Wow, Harry. Didn't know you were one to watch," Blaise said, pulling Hermione closer to him.
Harry's face glowed with a mixture of anger, embarrassment, and disgust.
"Harry, relax. He didn't mean it. And I promise, okay?" Hermione said.
"Okay."
"Now, where were we?" Blaise asked, winking suggestively.
Hermione took him by the hand and led him away, towards a huge beanbag chair. She pushed him down and he literally started sinking. Giggling at her struggling "friend" she climbed onto his lap, and whispered something in his ear.
Harry being deserted or ignored for the billionth time in the past twenty four hours decided to do as Hermione had, and let loose. He scanned the room for a Slytherin to chat it up with; that his eyes fell on Malfoy was pure coincidence. "Hey Blondie."
"Hey, oh it's you," Malfoy said frowning.
"And who did you think I was?"
"Someone worth talking to."
Harry clutched his heart, "Malfoy, you hurt me."
"You're such a drama queen, Potter."
"I take that as a compliment."
"You would."
"Whatever," Harry said plopping down on the black sofa.
"Who said you could sit here?"
"You did."
"I most certainly did not."
"I can see it in your eyes, it's inevitable."
"Really?"
"Really," Harry whispered.
"What? Sorry I didn't hear you."
Harry leaned closer, barely two inches from the blonde's face, and licked his lips. "I said really," he whispered again, this time right into Malfoy's ear.
Draco shivered. 'His breath smells like alcohol,' he thought. 'But the way he can almost read me. Sure I want him, but after a million drinks who doesn't? His voice is so, deep. It's like he knows what I want, and he won't let me ignore it. The bastard!'
Harry stared and the liquid mercury pools, clouded with slight confusion, like the owner was thinking hard about something, but didn't know what to make of it. 'Maybe I should stop pretending, maybe I should tell him. Maybe he wants it too.' 'No, No, No,' his mind argued, 'he has fangs. He's a snake, don't reveal yourself. Have you completely lost it? No more vodka and whatever that purple stuff was shots for you.' 'Meanie.' ' Damn straight, now focus. Malfoy. Is. Dangerous.' Draco smiled slightly, revealing his perfect pearly whites, as if he could hear what Harry's mind was telling him.
Harry stared, taken back. 'Can he hear what I'm thinking?'
"Of course not Potter, that would be impossible."
"What did you say?"
"Me, I haven't said anything."
'Am I going insane? He can't read or hear my thoughts. I'll just play it safe. I won't let him get inside my head, because I'll already be in his. Okay, step one to manipulation is, umm. Damn, why wasn't I ever evil? Umm, well let's wing it.'
"Sorry, I must be hearing things."
"No problem, so where were we, Potter. Oh yes, you were telling me how I'm so into you."
"Right. You're so into me."
Malfoy laughed, it was pure, no trace of malice in it.
"You have such a beautiful laugh. Maybe we should get you drunk more often, you're actually okay to be around."
"Don't flatter yourself, Potter."
"I'm not, just speaking what's true," Harry said, taking a sip of whatever had been mysteriously placed in his hand. "Are you blushing?"
"No, it's just hot in here."
"Whatever you say, whatever you say."
"Shut up."
"Fine."
Silence.
"Potter, umm what are you doing?"
"Being silent. You know, not talking."
"You're such a dumb git."
"I know."
"So I see you're wearing leather."
"So."
"I didn't think you would."
"Why?"
"Just didn't."
"Well, I'm full of surprises."
"I can see that. So, you got the owl."
"Yes. The snake was a lovely touch."
"Lovely?"
"Yes."
"Whatever."
"So about the video."
"Patience, Potter. You'll find out soon enough."
"Oh how kinky of you Malfoy."
"Whatever do you mean?"
"You being in charge. Telling me when I'll find out."
"I'd hardly call that kinky."
"Whatever."
"Are you always this annoying?"
"Only sometimes, but for you babe, always."
"Babe?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I can."
"Ahh. That makes perfect sense."
"Knew you'd understand."
"Well, this is the most interesting conversation I've had all bloody day."
"I'm glad you're enjoying it."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Sarcasm rolls right off you doesn't it?"
"It's a gift."
"Can't you go bug someone else?"
"Why ever would I want to do that?" Harry said leaning closer.
"Because you are a fucking idiot, and you're annoying me."
Harry instead of backing off leaned closer, so close that Draco shivered as the deliciously hot breaths ghosted his skin. "Am I?"
"Y-y-yes."
"I really don't think I am."
"Well what would you know?"
"Enough to say that you're enjoying this, enjoying our conversation, the atmosphere, us on this couch."
"Not bloody likely."
"Really?"
"Really."
"I bet I could change your mind."
"How do you propose to do that?"
"Like this," Harry said getting up.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Away."
"I see that."
"Hey Parkinson, how's it hanging?" Harry said grinning impishly, as Pansy walked over with some guy. "By the look of it I'd say it's a bit hard."
Pansy started laughing, before introducing her disheveled "friend".
Silence.
"I get it!"
"Drake, you're a bit on the slow side this evening. You must be drunk. Don't let Potter here take advantage of a pretty face like yours."
Draco rolled his eyes and Harry wondered why he hated her. 'Oh yeah, she's a Slytherin and she's a friend of Malfoy, oh well.'
"So what do we owe the pleasure of have the famous Harry Potter as our company?" Pansy asked. Normally Harry would have been mad at the petty insults of the Slytherins, but tonight he took it as a joke.
"Actually, this Harry Potter is just leaving. Sorry but Malfoy here seems to not like my presence."
"Really."
"Yes, sad isn't it."
"Last I heard he was saying you were so sexy, and would be a great shag."
"Did he now?" Harry said looking at a red faced Draco. Harry knew it was from anger, but went on anyway. "Look, Parkinson, he's blushing."
"Aww," Pansy said laughing, clearly she was enjoying this. "Yes he did say that, right before the party too. I now get his dark hair fetish."
"Shut the fuck up," Draco growled.
Pansy who knew Draco and his Malfoy death glare knew when to back off, but a drunk Draco was just too cute, so she continued.
"Dark hair fetish?"
"Oh yes, Potter. It was quite hilarious. C'mon sit down, I'll tell you all about it."
"Well if you insist," Harry said shooting Draco a look of 'ha ha you have a dark hair fetish and look at my dark hair.' "Please, on with your story."
Pansy took a deep breath and told the events of this afternoon, when she was getting ready with Draco, adding a couple of never happened scenes of course.
Harry was enjoying this, finishing off a sparkling blue drink and started on a dazzling green one, not once thinking it was odd that drinks kept appearing in his hand.
Pansy was just getting to the black mini dress when Harry interrupted her. "Sorry Panse, is that what Drake here calls you? Anyway, I think Malfoy needs more liquor in him, because he seems to not be enjoying this. Here you go," he said opening Draco's mouth and pouring the rest of the green drink in. Draco coughed, nearly choking on the burning alcohol that shot through his system. "See, better already. Right Drakey?"
Harry was so far gone it was almost sad. Draco looked like a wet hen, pissed off to the point of something dangerous, but was drunk so he couldn't do much damage. The two of them were too much for Pansy.
Before she could continue a loud explosion rang through the room. A platform fell from the sky, and on it was an unidentified someone. Smoke hissed from small jets attached to it, clouding the person.
"Hit it," the mystery person said in a deep voice, it was a male for sure.
Music blared all around, some funky tune and the male started dancing.
"IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII'm coming out so you better get this party started. I'm coming out, I'm coming. IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII'm coming out so you better get this party started. I'm coming out, I'm coming. IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII'm coming out so you better get this party started. I'm coming out so you'd better. IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII'm coming out so you better get this party started. Get this party started, ooohh. Get this party started right now. Get this party started. Get this party started. Get this party started right now," he sang loudly.
As the smoke cleared, Harry took one look at the white vest and the blue flared sequined pants before laughing hysterically. Everyone did. While Harry was having a giggle fit, a bunch of guys gathered around the platform, happy to have a new guy friend. 'Hey, the singer's gay,' Harry thought before laughing again. The smoke had all cleared and Harry looked up to see the mystery gay singer.
"Ron?"
TBCAN- I know the words to "Get the Party Started" are wrong. (It's up not out) but there's a reason, so bear with me. Since I haven't written updated in a long time, I've given you a long chapter. It's probably all crap. Well I'm all ready starting on chapter five. It might take awhile because I'm still struggling to get school under control. So learn patience. Also, did you like it? Give you're honest opinion, especially on Pricilla. Do you think the plot is smooth enough? Please review and answer my questions. If you have any added things you want to say feel free, you can even give suggestions that you may want in the story. Like a certain pairing or breakup or when the next party should be, I'll look at them and try to add them into my story.
