I don't own any of the characters.
The song Harry sang in the last chapter was Mr Brightside by the killers.
This chapter is dedicated to Cathy, because I didn't invite her to Hanmer springs.
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Harry woke up with a splitting head ache. He tried to bury himself deeper in his blankets. He inhaled the comforting smell of Italian tomatoes. Wait a second. His bed never smelt of Italian tomatoes. He sat up quickly; he was surrounded by thick green hangings. Just like the ones on the Slytherin beds.
"What happened?" he wondered aloud.
He heard a groan from the pillow next to him, and he turned slowly. The figure sat up and leant the side of their face on their hand, their elbow propped up onto the pillow.
"I think I should be insulted you don't remember." The voice was slurred.
Harry's eyes were wide. "What happened?" he asked nervously.
"Well, by the feel of it, I popped your anal cherry." Blaise said with a laugh.
Harry's hands suddenly clasped his bum checks, and pain spread up his spine.
"But I'm not gay!" he whined.
Blaise laughed. "Sure you're not, big boy."
"Oh my god, this can't be for real." Harry whispered.
"Look, Harry," said Blaise, sitting up, 'You're a great guy and all, but I'm not looking for a relationship. I don't think you are either, so lets just leave it at a one time thing and get over it."
"But I'm not gay!" said Harry again.
"Yes, but you had a lot to drink and shit happens. You can either get over it, tick it off the list of things to do before for you die and go back to chasing pussy, or you can damn us to hell like all the other prejudiced people in this world, quit the band and become a priest. But is it really that big a deal? I mean, it was just a nice night between friends, right?"
"Right." said Harry with a slight smile. "We won't let it get in the way of the band or our friendship. I do kind of wish I could remember it, though, to tell the truth."
Blaise smiled toothily. He leant forward and placed his lips tenderly on Harry's, and Harry nearly jumped back in fright. Blaise leant forward again, putting his hand on Harry's face, and licked his tongue across Harry's bottom lip, sending shivers across Harry's exposed skin.
"Wait a second," Harry jumped back. "I'm naked!"
Blaise laughed. "Nothing I haven't seen before." He laughed again "Come on, let's go get some breakfast. I could eat a horse!"
Before Harry could stop him, Blaise pulled back the curtains. Harry winced in the light. He went as red as a radish immediately. Draco, Pansy and Goyle sat on the floor in the room surrounded by bagels and coffee watching Blaise's bed expectantly.
"Please don't tell me you've been there all night?' Harry asked, cringing.
"Please tell me you've been there all night!" said Pansy chewing on a bagel, her eyes ablaze.
Blaise chucked, "Wouldn't you like to know," he said, and smiled and nipped at Harry's ear lope.
"That's so hot!" Pansy crooned.
"I thought bands are supposed to have rules about sleeping with other members." said Draco with smirk.
Blaise laughed again. "Well, I've slept with you, Draco, and we both had sex with Pansy when we were weird, so I don't think you can talk!"
"Bloody hell, am I the only sane one here?" Goyle sighed, getting up. "I'm off to the showers."
After the door shut, Blaise crawled over Harry (who felt something dangle over his legs and tried not to think about it) and jumped out of bed.
"Bloody hell, its cold!" he said, not caring about his nakedness. "I'm going to surprise Goyle in the showers." he said, running out the door.
Harry was shocked to see that Draco and Pansy didn't seem to care about the naked ¼ Italian running about the room.
"Is it always this insane?" Harry asked, fearfully.
"More so," said Draco, taking a sip of coffee. "You should have seen the time Blaise woke up with Lavender Brown and Professor Trelawney."
Pansy laughed. "He had red marks over him for weeks"
Harry laughed timidly, hoping they had been joking. "Ah, do you mind turning around while I get changed? I'm kind of naked." he asked them.
Pansy and Draco laughed vivaciously, and both put their hands over their eyes. He could see both of them peeking. Jumping out of bed quickly he grabbed his boxes. Pansy and Draco dropped their hands immediately and watched openly. Draco smirked, an eyebrow raised, while Pansy rested her head in her hands, elbows on crossed knees.
"Fuck, you're hot, Potter!" Draco crooned.
"Do you mind?" Harry hissed
"Not at all." Pansy droned.
Harry very quickly put on his boxes. He found a small bruise on his lower thigh, and an imagine of a dark haired Italian leaning over him, naked, suddenly flashed in his mind as he ran his fingers over it. He shook his head quickly. Though Blaise was extremely good-looking, Harry would never want a relationship with him. And anyway, Harry wasn't gay.
"I guess I'll see you guys later." Harry said softly to Pansy and Draco as he pulled on his robes.
"I want to see you later!" Pansy chuckled, blowing a kiss.
Harry looked at Pansy and Draco closely. "Oh my god, you two are wearing matching turtle pyjamas! That's so cute!" he said, and ducked as a bagel came soaring through the air.
"They're tortoises!" Draco shouted, and Harry ran out the door, laughing.
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When Harry hobbled into the Gryffindor common room, he was suddenly hit with a hard force. Harry winced as pain spread up his back.
"Harry! I thought you were dead! I was up all night worrying and worrying! I was certain that you'd jumped off a cliff because we weren't talking to you!"
Harry suddenly felt bad that he hadn't been as concerned about the fight as they were.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the band, Hermione. I just knew you would be upset."
"I'm just concerned about it, Harry. Do you know anything about these people!"
Harry thought hard. He knew what sort of music they liked and he knew they had good senses of humour. He also knew that a percentage of them fancied the same sex, and that Draco had turtles on his pyjamas that matched Pansy's. He thought of the things he had done with Blaise the night before and felt a bit sick. He hardy knew anything about him, anything about any of them.
"Harry…?"
"Um, well, they're nice to me. We're friends."
Hermione sighed. "I'm only looking out for you, Harry!"
"Don't worry, I'll be fine. Slytherins' barks are worse than their bites, if you know what I mean." Harry felt the little bruise on his thigh sting, and he smiled coyly.
"Come and talk to Ron, then. He's been ever so upset."
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"I made up with Ron and Hermione!" said Harry as he bounded into the door of an empty class room for a band session.
Draco and Pansy snorted.
"Oh, that's wonderful, Harry! I was feeling ever so guilty!" Blaise had his base already on his lap.
"POTTER! What have you done with your hair?" Pansy shrieked, jumping off the desk she had been lounging on.
"The green went away after a couple of hours." Harry explained.
"Why is it more unruly today?"
"I was playing quidditch all afternoon with Ron."
"Why didn't you wear a hat?"
She immediately started to hand comb his hair, trying to get it to stay still. "Wanna drink of water?" she asked. "Draco's always thirsty after quidditch."
"Thanks." Harry mumbled, taking a bottle.
"Did your friends ask about the limp?" Draco asked with a smirk.
"Told them I fell over."
"Sorry bout that, Harry." Blaise smiled weakly.
"Nothing to be sorry for, Blaise. I can hardly remember it myself."
"Want me to refresh you memory again?" said Blaise, licking his lips.
Harry laughed. "I'm ok, thanks."
"I know a spell," Pansy said, leaving Harry's hair and picking up the witch weekly she had been reading, "that restores your memory after a night's drinking."
"No doubt you've needed it!" Draco said, grinning.
Pansy ignored him and whipped out her wand. "Ebriusamemor!" she cried, pointing her hand at Harry's forehead.
Suddenly, images of two dark-haired boys on a gloomy bed surrounded by hangings loomed into his mind. He watched like a movie as the two boys caressed and passionately romped.
Suddenly the class room blinked back into view. Harry was lying on his back surrounded by the band.
"That was hot!" Draco whispered.
"You… you all saw that!" Harry asked.
"Pansy! You little toad!" Blaise shouted.
Pansy smirked. Goyle looked slightly sick, and Draco seemed to be having a battle in his mind.
"Its ok, Blaise. I mean, I'm not embarrassed by it." Harry said softly, getting to his feet. Blaise didn't look certain.
"Are you sure? I mean, it was your first time with a boy, and I don't want it to be an uncomfortable memory for you!"
"Its fine." Harry said quietly. "It's a bit weird how we don't know much about each other, though. I think I'd feel better if I knew more stuff about you guys."
"Like what?" asked Pansy, sitting on the floor.
"Like...I don't know. Favourite colour?" Harry asked, shrugging his shoulders.
"Neon Pink!"
"Green."
"Green."
"Green."
"Ok, maybe that wasn't the best question." Harry laughed. The others all settled themselves on the floor too.
"I know! I know!" said Pansy. "First crush."
"Seamus Finnigan." Blaise stated quickly. "He's a good fuck, too."
"But wait...Seamus isn't gay!" Harry said, shocked.
"Is that all ever Gryffindors say! I'm not gay, you're not gay, they're not gay, get your hands away from my penis!"
Silence.
"My first crush was Draco!" said Pansy happily, giving said boy a big sloppy kiss on his cheek.
"Ew!" Draco cried. "Bloody hetero!"
"Cho Chang was the first person I ever liked." said Harry, laughing.
"I liked Millicent." Goyle mumbled. Everyone laughed.
"My first crush," said Draco, "believe it or not, was a nameless boy I meet at Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions when I was eleven. When I found out who he was, I no longer fancied him, of course, but for the couple of weeks leading up to the start of school, I had many imaginary adventures running around the manor with 'Lance', as I had named him."
The others laughed, besides Harry, who had gone bright red.
"That's so cute!" Pansy cried. "Why did you like him!"
"He didn't seem to know anything off the things I was telling him. He made me feel like I knew something; I never knew anything that my parents didn't at home." said Draco, glancing away from Harry. "And he had a cute mop of hair." Draco said, and went red.
The others laughed again.
"I know! What's your favourite every-flavoured bean?" Draco asked, changing the subject quickly. He glanced up and gave Harry a half smile, who returned it readily.
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An hour later, they were running out of things to say.
"Umm...I know!" Blaise said. "Best girl fuck you've ever had! Goyle?"
"That girl from Durmstrang I dated a while ago." Goyle mumbled.
"You mean that really butch one?"
"I'll have you know Carmen was extremely flexible."
"Mine was Pansy." said Draco, smiling at her.
"Same." said Blaise.
"Mine was Lavender Brown." Pansy said, smiling.
Silence.
Harry shuddered a bit. "Ginny Weasley, but then she's the only girl I've ever slept with."
"What, you with all your fame and boyish good looks? I'm surprised you haven't sleep with half the school!" Pansy proclaimed.
"It's been a bit harder than that." said Harry. "I mean, I've been concerned about Voldemort!"
"Excuses!" Draco laughed.
"Well, you seemed to be quite concerned about Voldemort last year!" Harry protested. "Ok, next question. Why did you lot decided to switch sides? Not fight for the dark?"
Harry noticed they all paled and looked down to their hands.
"Harry," Blaise sighed. "It's not that easy to talk about."
"We're friends, aren't we? I mean, I slept with you, and you can't even tell me why you're on this side of the war!" Harry said, starting to get angry. He didn't want Hermione to be right.
"I just didn't agree with them." Blaise muttered.
"We didn't agree with our entire fucking families!" Draco sneered. "I'm a death eater's child, we all are! We've all seen the war, Potter. We've all seen our parents, we've all heard them, taunting and killing children just like us! I don't want to be like that! We may be Slytherins, but we're not killers!"
"I'm sorry." said Harry, quietly. "I just figured it would have been because the robes clashed with your band tees or something." he joked meekly.
The others grinned slight smiles.
"Come on," said Blaise, trying to sound happy. "Let's play some music."
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After three hours of non-stop music, Harry and the others decided to call it a night. Draco, Blaise and Goyle hurried out to their common room, Harry stayed with Pansy to help clean up.
"Is it true what you said about only ever having had sex with the little Weasley?" asked Pansy, fiddling with her wand.
"Yeah," Harry said, nervously. He was certain Pansy's skirt hadn't been that short a minute ago.
Suddenly, his head felt clouded, and pain spread right through his body leaving him senseless.
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Harry woke up with a splitting head ache. He tried to bury himself deeper in his blankets. He inhaled the comforting smell of peppermint. Wait a second. His bed never smelled of peppermint! He sat up quickly; he was surrounded by thick green hangings. Just like the ones on the Slytherin beds.
"Oh shit, not again!" he mumbled. He turned quickly, and shook the lump beside him. "Wake up, Blaise! Wake up!"
The lump stirred. "I think I should be insulted you don't remember." said a voice thick with sleep.
"Oh my god!" Harry cried.
Pansy laughed.
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(The spell that Pansy used to help Harry see his memories is from the Latin words Ebrius, drunk and memor which is memories, My Latin teacher would be proud.)
(Also if you are feeling a little confused, don't worry your not the only one! Things will be explained soon!)