Hello, Second chapter all ready, I can't believe I wrote this in under a week! Must have been all those nice reviews!
Characters and so on aren't mine!
This Chapter is dedicated to my stump for life friends. I love you short little cabbages.
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Hermione didn't talk to Harry at breakfast. Ron tried made awkward conversation before Hermione started talking in whispers with Ginny. Harry was certain they kept throwing him evil glares. Harry didn't feel guilty about dumping Ginny anymore. It had been foolish to start going out with her in the first place; she had just broken up with Dean and Sirius had only just died. Their expectations of each other were too high. Ginny wanted the hero from the stories her parents had told her as a young child, and Harry simply wanted someone who didn't have any expectations of him.
"I think Hermione and Ginny are talking about you." Ron whispered.
Harry just grunted.
Late autumn sun was streaming in the great hall's high windows, leaving patterns of sunshine over the house tables. Harry glanced quickly up to see Malfoy and Blaise slink into the great hall and sit next to Pansy Parkinson. Harry vaguely realised that Ron was talking to him.
"I know the Chudley Canons are going to win this year! Don't you think their bad luck has to be over soon?"
"Maybe." Harry mumbled, looking at Ron's face which seemed to be shining in hope.
Suddenly a loud cry echoed from the other side of the hall. "WHAT THE FUCK! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING WITH ME! HARRY FUCKING POTTER!"
Harry glanced up to see a very red Pansy Parkinson march towards the Gryffindor table. Harry hoped it wasn't a butter knife he saw clutched in her hand. Chaos seemed to erupt, and the Gryffindors watched as Blaise Zabini somersaulted over the table gracefully and grabbed Pansy, trying to hold her back. The rest of the Slytherins, quite aware Pansy was about to commit murder, grabbed the nearest food item and started to chuck food across the hall. Hufflepuffs scattered under their house table, while the Ravenclaws tried to alert the proper authorities.
Blaise called out to Goyle in all the confusion, as he jumped up and rolled over the table and jogged to grab hold of Pansy as well. The Gryffindors, who found themselves suddenly bombarded with food sorts, grabbed their own and started throwing them at the Slytherins. The teacher's table had gone mad; Snape and McGonagall were pointing accusing fingers at each other, while the other teachers tried to calm to school down. Dumbledore sat reading the Daily Prophet.
"Damn you, Potter! You ruined my band!" shouted Pansy, and she threw the butter knife seemingly at Harry's forehead.
The knife soared through the great hall, leaving each table silent. Late autumn light hit the blade, leaving a bright spark of light that fell around the walls before SMACK it hit down on Gryffindor's table, right in between Ronald Weasley's fingers. Ron gulped. Colin Creevy shouted,
"They started throwing cutlery! Throw it back! Throw it back!" Gryffindor blew up, knifes, forks and spoons in hand.
"Stop!" shouted Harry.
Over at the Slytherin table, Draco Malfoy stood as well. Harry wondered whether it was to calm down his housemates, or to run away from the soon on-pour of spoons.
"Sorry about this, Harry." Blaise said, still struggling with Pansy a foot away from the Gryffindor table. "She hasn't had her morning cigarette yet. You hold her for a minute, Goyle." Goyle found the only safe place to hold her: around her neck.
Blaise fumbled through his robes, before pulling out a white cigarette.
"Pansy! Look what I've got!" Blaise yelled. Pansy went still in Goyle's arms, her eyes following the cigarette. Goyle let her go and she grabbed the cigarette from Blaise.
"Light." said Draco, holding out a black cigarette lighter. He had slunk over from Slytherin, holding the lighter under the tip. Pansy looked like she could kiss him.
Gryffindor slowly began to go back to eating their breakfast, besides a small group around Harry Potter. Ron was still staring at the butter knife between his fingers. Hermione put her nose in the air.
"Oh, you've told them." said Blaise before he could chase Harry's bewildered gaze. "I'm glad, because I hate keeping secrets!"
"What has he told us?" asked Hermione, shrilly. Harry's eyes were wide and he was shaking his head in a scared manner.
"Oh…" said Blaise "I seem to have put my foot in it."
Draco barked a quiet laugh. Blaise peered at him and hushed him immediately.
"I think we'll head back to Slytherin and let you deal with this, Potter." said Draco, smarmily. Goyle muttered a quick "Bye," before chasing after Pansy and Draco. Pansy seemed to be giving Draco an earfull.
"Sorry, Harry." said Blaise, eyeing the red Hermione nervously. "See ya later."
"Harry, what's going on?" asked Ron, trying desperately to remove the butter knife from its stuck position in the table.
"Let me guess?" said Hermione, angrily. "More secrets! More unexplainable changes of heart!"
"I thought you weren't talking to me." said Harry coldly. Hermione's nostrils flared dangerously.
"Harry, we just want to know what's going on, for your own safety!" Hermione said.
"You really want the truth, Hermione? Fine. I've joined a band. With the Slytherins."
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Harry sat by himself at lunch. Ron and Hermione had been extremely upset that Harry had been hanging out with Draco Malfoy. They seemed to think he was in league with Voldemort. Harry tried to tell them that Draco really seemed to have had a change of heart. They asked him what proof he had, but Harry had none. Hermione had asked him why he trusted Blaise, who she seemed to think was a very shady character.
"The good-looking ones always are, and I hear he's bisexual. Its unnatural, I tell you." she had said.
Ron had been angry that Harry seemingly had two new friends, and evil ones as that.
"After all we've been through!" Ron had cried. "You leave me for stuck up rich snobs, just because they like muggle music! They've brain washed you!"
So Harry ate his tomato and cheese sandwich by at lunch, all alone, trying to ignore Hermione, Ginny and Ron's whispering a couple of seats down. He was surprised when a note appeared before his sandwich.
Potter.
Blaise is extremely sorry for breaking up your little Golden Trio. I really couldn't care less. The less talking you do, the better it is for your voice. Blaise says he feels so sorry, he might throw himself off the Astronomy tower. Don't be shocked, he's tried that before. Thing is, he didn't realise there was a balcony one floor below. He had a bruised bottom for a week, but nothing seriously damaged. Goyle says hello. Anyway, band practise tonight. Charms room on the fifth floor. Be there.
Malfoy.
Harry smiled weary. At least he had music to take his mind off things, and sort of new friends, even if they were slightly unbalanced.
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"Hey, Harry!" Blaise called, as Harry entered the empty charms room they had chosen to meet in. "I'm so sorry about today. I hope I haven't ruined things too badly."
"Hey, Blaise. Don't worry about it; things will sort themselves out soon, hopefully. Where are Goyle and Malfoy?"
"Just coming. There's no hope for Greg, but I really wish you would call Draco "Draco"."
Harry poked out his tongue in distaste. He pulled out a couple of chocolate frogs.
"Want one?" he offered.
Blaise nodded.
"Calling him "Draco" just feels wrong." Harry spat out after he had shovelled down half a chocolate frog.
"It is a bit of an orgasmic name." Blaise said, thoughtfully. Harry nearly choked on the other half of his chocolate frog.
"A what!"
"You know..." Blaise's voice became high pitched, "Ohhh, DRACO! Faster, Draco, faster! I'm so hot right now, Draco! Draco, you're so big!"
"That's what I like to hear," said an amused voice from the doorway. There stood Draco, an eyebrow raised. Harry went bright red, his eyes as wide as saucers.
"Draco!" Blaise declared clapping his hands together, trying to pretend he had been doing nothing and failing miserably. "Didn't see you there."
Draco laughed lightly. "I don't think I'll ask." he said, smiling.
Blaise laughed slightly nervously. "That's good; I don't think we can explain." he said, and rubbed his head uncertainly.
"Goyle got a detention," Draco went on, his eyebrows still high. "Just us string instruments tonight."
"Oh, well, why don't I run down to the kitchens and fetch us a couple of butterbeers? It's Friday, we should make a party of it." Blaise said, jumping from his seat. "You two can catch up on stuff, and try to use first names." With that he ran out the door.
Harry gazed at Draco. Who was looking angrily at the door.
"What were you and Blaise doing?" Draco spat at last.
Harry gulped. "He was saying how your name was a…um...an…an orgasmic name."
Draco's eyebrows almost disappeared into his blonde hair again.
"A what?" he said, the same way Harry had five minutes before.
"A name that's easy to say when someone…you know, has an orgasm." Harry didn't think his face could get any redder. He never expected to talk about this subject with anyone, let alone Draco Malfoy. Draco was quiet for a good long while.
"I guess it kind of is." he said his voice breaking the silence. He looked at Harry. "Harry isn't, really. Unless you roll the r's. Like..." his voice suddenly become high and heavy, "Harrrry."
Harry went even redder than before. Draco looked thoughtful again. He started saying different names quietly.
"Terrrry Boot!" he said, then shook his head. "Nah, not really. Ronald! Ronald! Ew, no way. Severrrrus!" he moaned, then looked up at Harry.
"Severus is really sexy to say." he chirped. "Try it."
"I will not!" said Harry, indignantly. "That's disgusting! He's a teacher!"
"So? It's not like I'm actually shagging him. Go on, its quite fun."
Harry looked doubtful, and hesitated. "Severus." he said, quietly.
"Louder!" Draco said.
"Severus!" Harry said a bit louder.
"Go on, scream it, Potter, scream it!"
"SEVERUS!" Harry groaned, the name rolling off his tongue like mist over water. Very dirty water.
"SEVERUS!" Draco echoed, his own voice husky and loud.
"Um, excuse me, boys?" piped a small voice from the doorway. Draco and Harry stopped their moaning, and turned to face the voice. Standing there was Professor Flickwick, his arms filled with a stack of white papers. "I need to use this room for marking… um, it is nice to see you boys um getting ahh… along."
Harry and Draco promptly went extremely red, and fled from the classroom, not stopping for two corridors, before collapsing and simultaneously breaking out into hysterical laughter.
"Did you see his face!" Draco choked, tears in his eyes.
"Oh My God! What must he have been thinking?" Harry hugged his stomach. "Come on, lets find Blaise."
"Sure thing… Harrrrrrrrry!"
Harry burst out in another fit of laughter.
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"And so then," said Harry, tears leaking out of his eyes, "He goes-"
Draco took a deep breath. "Nice to see you boys, um, getting along..."
Harry and Draco erupted into new giggles while Blaise waited patiently.
"Oh, very amusing." he said, dryly.
"You had to be there." Draco wheezed. "God! What if Snape had walked in!"
"What if he tells Snape?" Harry said, laughing.
"What if Snape was secretly a vampire?" Blaise said, suddenly looking over his shoulder. Harry and Draco stared, laughing hysterically again.
"Yeah, you laugh, wait till he bites you while you sleep." Draco had to clutch at the wall to keep himself from falling over from laughing so hard. Harry held his stomach in silent mirth.
"Come on, let's go down to the dungeons and wait for Goyle down there. Pansy wants to talk to you, Harry, anyway." Blaise said, a dozen butterbeers under his arm. Harry gulped.
"Yeah, that calmed you down, didn't it? You wanna see what else she can do with that knife?"
Draco laughed at the look on Harry's face.
"To the dungeons? You mean, into Slytherin?" Harry asked, sounding uncertain.
"Don't worry, Potter, we won't let them rape you." said Draco, walking down the corridor next to Blaise. Harry ran to catch up. He laughed sarcastically. He eyed both boys, and followed them down into the darkness.
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Slytherin Common room, Harry decided, hadn't changed much since second year, when Ron and he had snuck in as Goyle and Crabbe to ask Draco about the Chamber of Secrets. It was a very big room filled with leather seats and unnatural fires that glowed green. In fact, everything was green besides the black leather, and Pansy Parkinson's bright pink pyjamas.
"Well, Potter," she slurred, a cigarette in one hand and bottle of amber liquid in the other, "I've had a talk with Blaise, and I've decided I like you. Not like that, though your quidditch-toned muscles are amazing!" she exploded into giggles and handed Draco the bottle before collapsing into Harry's arms.
"Um, help." he said, clinging to the heavy, supposedly asleep girl.
"She does that every Friday. Just throw her on the couch." Blaise said, fighting with Draco over the bottle.
"Shouldn't we get a teacher or something? She might need a stomach pump."
Blaise and Draco laughed.
"Don't worry, Potter. She's one person you don't have to save." They laughed again and settled themselves by one of the abnormal green fires.
"Won't the rest of the Slytherin be angry I'm here?" said Harry nervously, glancing at a group of students playing chess.
"They've seen us drag worse down here," said Draco, passing Harry the bottle.
"What's this?"
"Quit your whining and relax, Harry. It's Friday." Blaise said, happily. Harry took a sip of the strong burning liquid, which left his throat sore.
"I think I'll stick with butterbeer." he said, handing the bourbon back to Blaise.
"You're right. Can't have any horrid Slytherins taking advantage of your pure Gryffindor body." Blaise leered, grinning.
Harry laughed.
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It was four hours before Goyle angrily stumbled in.
"All I did was kick his ruddy cat!" he grumbled, grabbing the bottle from the now quite tipsy Draco and Blaise, who had just finished telling Harry about one of their many crazy adventures (Draco had pushed Blaise into a plant of pox nettle, and though Harry thought it was hardly an adventure, he laughed along with them. Draco made every story sound amazing.).
"We should have a real adventure!" Harry said, jumping to his feet. Draco and Blaise jumped less than gracefully to their own.
"Let's go to the astronomy tower and try to pee on owls as they fly past!" Blaise shouted.
The three other boys were silent.
"Ew." Draco said at last.
"Why don't we go to Hogsmeade instead?" suggested Harry.
"How can we get to Hogsmeade, Potter?" Draco asked doubtfully. "The school gates will be locked."
"I know a shortcut under the school. We can go and hang out at the Three Broomsticks or something."
"Don't you think it would be weird if a bunch of school kids turn up at the pub at ten in their school uniforms?"
"We can get changed." Harry smirked.
"Well, I'm convinced!" Pansy said sitting up. The boys jumped.
"How long have you been awake?" Draco asked as an eyebrow rose.
"I heard the possibility of getting nakkie with you lot and decided what the heck! You need some womanly influence in you life, keep you from turning curvy."
"Curvy?" Harry asked, following the stumbling Pansy and the now more sober Blaise and Draco a some door to the left.
"She means gay." Blaise laughed.
"Too late for that." Goyle mumbled. Draco, Blaise and Pansy all laughed. Pansy reached out and grabbed hold of Harry's top. She pulled him in toward the leering Draco and Blaise, "I'm gonna give you a make over!"
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Harry had never felt so bloody Slytherin in his entire life. It would have been better if they had turned him into Tom Riddle, stripped him naked, covered his body in dark marks and painted him bright green. Though he might have been a bit chilly, he wouldn't have had green streaks in his hair. Heavy black eyeliner and pants that he was certain weren't meant to be this tight, or feel this nice. Pansy had wanted to break out her home piercing kits, but he had flatly refused. He was extremely surprised to see how easily the others submitted to Pansy's dress-up game. Draco got special treatment, much to the annoyance of Blaise and the jealously of Goyle. Blaise was dressed quickly, all in Italian-made clothes.
"Bring outs your native side." Pansy had said
"I'm, like, ¼ Italian. That's about the same amount as Hagrid's pumpkins."
Blaise also seemed to be dressed in a lot of leather, like that was the only sort of clothes Italians would dream of wearing. Pansy luckily didn't dress Goyle in any leather, just a Green Day band tee and jeans.
Then Draco. Harry found it hard to explain Draco. He pulled off punk tremendously well. He'd never seemed to dress so extremely when he was younger, but this new Draco, who Harry surveyed with amazed eyes, was completely different, and surprisingly it seemed to suit him perfectly. He looked like a vampire, a tall vampire who had just come back from a Sex Pistols' show. The tips of his blonde hair were purple to match the purple mesh top he wore under his t-shirt. A gothic coat, and leather pants Harry really didn't want to think about.
Harry had been dressed a lot like the others. Pansy tried to cover up the fact he was Harry Potter by making him look as Slytherin as possible. She was certain no one would recognise them. They hardly ever went into Hogsmeade, apparently, and the Gryffindor hero would be an easy give away they were school children. Harry mentioned that where he came from, only school children wore clothes remotely like this. Well, maybe not the leather pants, but band tees and such. Pansy insisted only well travelled wizards wore clothes so muggle.
So that was what Harry was wearing as he stumbled down the tunnel to Honeydukes. Leather pants, green streaks in his hair, a lose green shirt and a big thick black jacket. His scar charmed away for the night. He had even let Pansy pull a little eye liner on him, and shape his glasses a bit more oval.
"Bloody hell, Potter! How far is it?" Draco wheezed, trying to keep up with Harry's quick strides.
"Yeah, Potter I think I have chafing!" Pansy cried. Serves you right to step outside in such an outfit, Harry thought to him self. Pansy, who was clinging to Blaise's arm, was wearing her night wear. Her very short, tight night wear.
"It's just up here." Harry said with a shudder.
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Half an hour later, the group sat in a dark corner in the Three Broomsticks drinking fire whiskey, amazed about how unbelievably easy their adventure had been. Harry peered around the pub; it was full and filled with all sorts of weird characters. Pansy was right when she said their clothes wouldn't stand out. He had seen one Wizard wearing no top and ice skates. So, feeling a lot cockier and more naughty than before, they all smoked openly (besides Harry) and they all talked and told jokes loudly. When they had finished one bottle of fire whiskey, a lot quicker than they should have, Harry stumbled up to the bar to get a drink. He had green hair, who would recognise him? Leaning against the bar he waited for Madam Rosmerta, who was in an angry conversation with short man behind the bar.
"What am I gonna do?" she was saying heatedly. "My customers expect music!"
"It's not my fault the sisters all caught Spattergroit on the same night!" the little man hissed.
Harry listened intently. He leaned further over the bar when suddenly a great idea hit him. He put on a deep, savvy voice.
"Excuse me, but I think I can help."
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"Guess what! Guess what!" said Harry, dancing over to the Slytherins' table.
"You forgot the fire whiskey, you wanker!" Draco whined.
"Oh, shut up! I got us a gig!"
The band and Pansy immediately turned all their attention on Harry.
"When?"
"Now!" Harry said with a laugh.
"But Harry, you fool! We've never played with you in the band before! Sure, we practised, but that isn't the same!" Blaise said.
"So? We can just flow with it!" Harry said in drunken belief. "And Madame Rosmerta said if we're any good, she'd give us a gig every Friday night! And guess what! She'll pay us!" Harry laughed merrily. "Come on! We better get ready. We go on in five minutes." he said more seriously.
"WHAT!" Draco declared. "Are you mad?"
"Come on Malfoy! We have the talent; I think we can do this!"
"I think you can too." said Pansy quietly, watching Harry.
"Might as well give it a try." said Goyle.
"We don't have our instruments!" said Draco crossly.
"We can borrow or summon them."
"What song are we gonna play? We haven't practised, or got any of mine off by heart yet."
"Play a muggle one. You do the music. Do one I know, so I know the lyrics."
"God! This is going to be fun." Blaise said with an insane smile.
"Am I the only sensible one here?" spluttered Draco.
Blaise took Draco's face in his hands. "Carpe diem." he said. The he said it louder to all of them. "Carpe diem, seize the day!"
"Ah, excuse me." said the short man from the bar. "Are you ready to start?"
"Ah, one minute." Harry said hastily.
"I'll just introduce you," he said "What's your band's name?"
"Draco and the fucktards." said Draco rudely.
"Ah, we don't have a name just yet, we're untitled." said Harry quickly. The man raised and small eyebrow and walked toward the stage.
"First song you can thing of, quick."
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"The Three Broomsticks is proud to present..." the small man chirped into an old broken muggle microphone from the fifties that had been charmed to amplify sound. "Give them a warm round of applause, witches and wizards! Our new band.' He finished quietly.
Goyle sat quickly down at the drums, while Blaise swung on the base; Draco picked up the unfamiliar Electric guitar and ran his fingers quickly down it.
Harry smoothed his fringe down subconsciously and went to the middle of the stage, taking hold of the microphone.
"Hello," he said, nervously. He cleared his throat. "We're going to play something muggle for you tonight. I hope you enjoy it."
He looked apprehensively at Draco, who stared at Harry through his blonde and purple fringe. He smirked.
'Ready, Potter?' he whispered. Harry smiled and Draco strummed the first chord. It rang out into the silent pub, and was then followed by the next, its sharp sound in the pub's smoky air. The drums and base followed soon, their sounds mixing with Draco's guitar. One more rift, Harry thought. His face was turned from the audience as he stared at Draco's long, elegant body and he quietly whispered into the mike, eyes on the blond,
"Coming out of my cage," he sang, his voice getting stronger, "and I've been doing just fine," he continued, and turned to face to audience full on, "Gotta gotta be down, because I want it all!"
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"Oh, holy mother of Severus fucking Snape! I nearly shat my pants, I swear!"
Pansy threw her arms around Blaise and Draco. "And Goyle, you were wonderful," she said hugging Goyle tightly. She then turned to Harry. "I never thought I'd say this, Potty, but that was one of the sexiest things I've seen in my entire life! And I've fucked Draco before he went weird!"
Draco scowled.
Pansy laughed then very quickly hugged Harry and planted a quick peck on his lips. "Your influence is good on my band, Harry. Thanks." She whispered in his ear. "Now let's get drunk! Well, more so than we already are, if that's possible!" she said, thumbing on towards the bar.
"You know, it might have been a fluke." said Goyle, looking highly upset that he hadn't got a kiss.
"Could have been." said Draco, taking a seat in the booth next to Blaise. "It was good though, we all played well together." he said, and pointedly looked at Harry.
"We're gonna need a name, though." Blaise pointed out. "I quite like 'Draco and the Fucktards.'" he continued, laughing.
Harry and Goyle poked their tongues out.
Blaise lit a cigarette with the black Zippo he had stolen from Draco's pocket. "What about the Rose Bush Toasters?"
"That makes no sense." said Goyle.
"What about 'Draco and the Brown Ribbons'?"
"That makes no sense either." said Goyle again.
"Yeah, and why does it have to be Draco's name? What about Blaise and his fish sticks!"
"Ew, Blaise! That sounds grotty. And why can it be mine or Harry's name! 'Goyle and his minions'! I like that!" Goyle said.
"Harry and The Hunchbacks."
"We don't have hunchbacks!" Draco laughed. "You'd think those glasses would work!"
Harry and the Slytherins laughed. Pansy stumbled over, soon followed by Madame Rosetta. They all leant back into the shadows a bit, and Harry flattened his fringe.
"Wow, you guys, that was great! The crowd loves you. I would love for you to play every second Friday, and you keep the tips, of course. Sorry, I didn't catch your names."
"I am Iago," said Draco, leaning forward slightly, his voice deeper and accented fakely. "Ve are from Verona, ve vent to a Magic school there and learnt music. This is Romeo," he said, pointing at Blaise. "He speaks no English."
Blaise smiled, pretending to look confused.
"And Angus, our drummer," Draco continued. "Our manager, Nora Macbeth, and Desdemona, our wonderful English singer!"
"Its good to be home," Said Harry, "I haven't been back in Hogsmead since I was a kid"
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"I can't believe she believed us." Draco slurred as the band made their way down the tunnel back to Hogwarts.
"I can't believe you said my name was Desdemona! You do know that's a girl's name?"
Draco laughed.
"Hurry up, you two!" shouted Blaise from the end of the tunnel. "Let's go back to Slytherin and break open a bottle of vodka!"
"I already can't walk straight!" Harry shouted back, tumbling over an invisible something.
"That's what you got us Slytherins for!"
"What, getting me drunk?"
"No! Silly Billy goat! Helping you walk! You make real friends with us!" Blaise called.
Draco smiled toothily "We better hurry, Potter. Don't want them to vodka all the drink!"