For Cathy,
Because you keep me smiling when every one else is boring (and aching all over) and because you call Blaise, Basal. And for the sexy bass player in 'MLS' you gave me your shirt and inspiration for Basal.
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"I can't believe this!" Harry said, holding his head.
"Calm down, Potter. You're quite a stallion in the sack, you know."
"How did this happen!" Harry asked, shocked. "I swear I didn't drink anything!"
"Quite the contrary. You remember the water I gave you? I slipped a little something in it, takes effect at a wave of my wand. No point letting Blaise have all the fun!"
"Bloody hell, Pansy! I'm not some sort of super poseable action figure! What you did was basically rape!"
"Ahh, but you enjoyed it, didn't you Potter!"
"I can't remember it." Harry said, strained.
"You seem not to remember a lot of things, Potter."
"Well, maybe if you hadn't drugged me!"
"Look! I'll show you," said Pansy getting angry, "It's not like I did unnatural things to you while you slept!" She muttered the same spell as the previous night.
Imagery flashed in Harry's mind again. Pansy and his dark haired self, tumbling over removed clothes, rushing hands and wet kisses. Bliss that stringed at his memory just like the night he had spent with Blaise, though just like Ginny, Harry didn't feel satisfied. He needed more.
"You were better then I expected, Harry," said Pansy, taking out a cigarette from under her pillow.
I should be feeling guilty! Harry's mind was screaming at him. I should be upset! I should be angry! I've slept with two people in the past 48 hours and have no future ideas of a relationship between either of them!
"Calm down!" Pansy laughed, as if she could read his mind. "You're the saviour of the world, you should be allowed a shag now and then!"
Harry frowned for a minute then laughed lightly. And smiled and gave Pansy a kiss on the check.
"You're right!" he said. "I should relax. I'm 16, I'm in a band, I've worn leather before! Having sex isn't a big deal!"
"Exactly!" Pansy said, humour dancing in her eyes. "Though you have had sex more times than you've played as a band or worn leather."
"Shut up, Parkinson!" Harry said good-naturedly. "Where are the showers around here, anyway?"
"Out the door and to the left, but be quiet. I don't want you waking my dorm mates."
Harry pulled open the curtains. He almost shouted in shock; Blaise, Draco and Goyle sat in their pyjamas watching the bed.
"Bloody hell! How did you lot get up here? This is the girls' dorm rooms!" Harry said with a laugh.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Potter, do you really think that's a just thing to come out of your mouth? By Christ, you're naked, aren't you!"
Blaise continued in a laugh. "Should I feel insulted, Harry? I had no idea when I said to go chase pussy you would take me so seriously."
Harry laughed sarcastically. "I'm off to the shower." he said, and jumped from the bed quickly and ran stark naked out the door at to the showers.
"I think we're a bad influence on him," Draco said, watching Harry run from the door.
"Well, we all know that boy needs to loosen up," Pansy stated. "A bit more self confidence wouldn't go astray. He needs to be able to open up on stage, and if a couple of good shags will make that easier for him, I think we all should give the boy wonder a bit of a ride."
"That's horrid!" said Goyle.
"I'm going to give him a surprise in the showers." Draco said with a grin.
After he left Pansy turned to look at Blaise and Goyle who sat quietly on the empty girls' dormitory floor.
"Where are my room mates?" she asked with a brow in the air.
Blaise laughed. "Draco started a rant on the evil effects pop music has on your brain and they scattered!"
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Harry closed his eyes against the hot stream of water. His muscles relaxed as the rivers of water slid down his skin. He heard the constant onpour of the shower water. After Harry was clean he grabbed blindly at his towel, dried his hair and his body, and pulled his glasses on. He wrapped the towel around his hips and pushed open the booth stall.
"Bloody hell, Malfoy! Do you always have to be there when I open something?"
Draco sat on the bench with a smirk "So it would seem, Potter."
Harry smiled sarcastically and summoned his tooth brush from Gryffindor.
"I'm nothing like Blaise and Pansy, in ways." Draco said quietly.
"Yeah, I'm nothing like you in ways, so?" Harry said, his mouth full of foam.
"I would never trick someone into sleeping with me." Draco said, again not looking Harry in the eyes. "I don't like that; I would want the person to like me."
"I'm not angry at Pansy, or Blaise, thought we were both drunk. I mean, sure, I'd love to be able to have normal sexual relations with someone, for once."
Draco laughed. "I think you're hilarious, Potter. Only a Gryffindor would take these last couple of days as lightly as you have. If I were you, I'd kick the shit out of Pansy and Blaise. What happened with that ginger haired girl, weasel's little sister?"
Harry cringed. He jumped up on the bench next to Draco. "Ginny Weasley? I believe that was the most deranged relationship there ever was. Ginny had just broken up with her boyfriend and needed comfort. She wanted her childhood hero to come save the day. My godfather, ah, Sirius black…"
"He's my second cousin," Draco said flatly. "Quiet a good-looking chap from the old family pictures of him, reminded me a bit of myself, always pulling faces in family photos."
Harry smiled a bit. "Well, he had just died and I suppose I was looking for something normal, something to get my mind off Voldemort, and there was Ginny, sweet Ginny, who just wanted to be saved. And me, who never wanted to try to save anyone ever again in my life." Harry said, then sighed. "Then I started learning the guitar from Lupin. Ginny got angry. I spent more time with it than her and we broke up. I didn't mind that much; she doesn't like muggle music. She detests punk."
Draco faked hissing his breath. "How could she!"
"Exactly." Harry said with a laugh.
Draco glanced around the room. "I just realised I have no idea what day or what time it is!"
Harry laughed. "It's Sunday, about ten."
"Oh, come on, then. Let's go find the others and get us some breakfast."
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Harry had a pleasant morning with the Slytherins, eating breakfast out side in the last bit of sun before the winter. He went back and joined the Gryffindors in the afternoon, spending a tranquil time in the common room doing homework with Ron and Hermione, and things nearly seemed normal. Though they avoided talking about Slytherins and music like The Plague, and why Harry was still limping, and where he had been sleeping the past two days in a row. So basically, they stuck to safe subjects, Quidditch (though not mentioning the Slytherin team) and homework, which was all Hermione talked about anyway.
"Harry, it's Hedwig!" said Hermione, pointing to one of the windows where the bird was tapping.
Harry jumped from his seat and took the note from the snowy owl. "Hello, girl," he cooed, stroking her head. "It's almost dark, you better get hunting." And off she flew into the night.
"It's a letter from Snape." Harry told his friends, slightly bemused. He paused as he read the letter, then frowned. "Occlumency lessons right now. I don't know why he bothers, it's not like it's working."
"Harry!" Hermione cried.
"Well, it's the truth!"
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On the way to Snapes dungeons Harry ran into Blaise and Draco. Literally.
"Potter, you lazy sod! Watch where you're going!"
"Sorry." Harry mumbled, getting to his feet and lending a hand to both boys to help them up.
"Where are you going to such a rush?" Blaise asked, brushing off his pants.
"Ahh remedial potions." Harry said weakly. Harry had to wait five minutes till Draco and Blaise stopped laughing.
"We're coming with you!" Draco hissed. "That's too good for us to miss out on. When I found out last year I thought it had been a joke! Snape must work you like a dog."
"I really don't think that's a good idea". Harry said, trying to change their minds.
"You just don't want us to see you get all hot and bothered." Draco laughed.
"Fine!" said Harry angrily. "Let Snape deal with you!"
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"Malfoy! Zabini! What are you two doing here?"
"They followed me, sir!" said Harry.
"Why?" barked Snape at the two boys.
"Sir, we want to see how far Potter's getting along in remedial potions! It doesn't seem fair he gets all the fun!"
Snape breathed heavily through his nostrils.
"I might have some use for you after all." he said at last. "You see, boys, Potter here isn't doing remedial potions. He's been training in the art of Occlumency, though he seems to think that it is a skill he has no need to practise. Maybe if he had some incentive to block his mind he would try harder."
"What do you mean?" asked Draco, coarsely.
Snape smiled an ugly grin and pointed his wand at Harry.
"Autolegilimens!" he shouted.
Suddenly, images of Harry's childhood flashed in front of his eyes, and he could feel they were flashing in front of Snape, Draco and Blaise as well. Five-year-old Harry crying in his cupboard, wishing his parents were there...he, Ron and Hermione playing chess...his parents' faces in the mirror of Erised...
Harry was on the cold stone floor. His face was red with anger, nails digging into his palms. Draco and Blaise were pale, their eyes as wide as saucers. Snape's mouth was still in an ugly twisted smirk.
"Well, Potter, you seem to have gotten worse. Let's try again."
"Please, sir, is that necessary?" Draco asked, in a very quiet voice.
"Autolegilimens!"
"Kill the spare!" a cold voice saying, a second later Cedric falling to the ground...counting the drops of water on Cho Changs eye lashes as she comes closer...watching Ron and Hermione walking towards a prefect meeting...Blaise Zabini's lips gently on his as they sit in a Slytherin dorm bed...
He was on his knees again, his face watching the ground. Snape hadn't said anything…yet.
"Zabini!" he roared at last. He moved towards Blaise like he was about to hit him. Blaise, who had gone very red, backed away slowly.
"You are a disgrace to the name of a wizard! A disgrace to your family! You disgusting little-"
"Leave him alone!" Harry shouted, stumbling to his feet and advancing on Snape.
Snape turned to Harry very quickly. "You just the same, aren't you? Those muggles turned you odd, didn't they? I always thought you were odd, just like your good-for-nothing mother and father, I bet he was a poof like you, wasn't he-"
Harry shouted and threw his fist at Snape.
"Autolegilimens!" Snape shouted before Harry reached him.
Sirius was falling, the curtains opening wide like a ravenous mouth and he was gone...his mother's voice screaming as Voldemort kills her...
"NO!" yelled someone.
Harry was on his knees again. He looked up and saw Draco had been the one who had shouted. He had his wand pointed at Snape's chest. He stood between Snape and Harry.
"You horrible little man!" he spat.
Blaise rushed forward past them and landed by his knees next to Harry, his hand touching his arm gently. Draco kept his wand on Snape as he walked slowly over to Harry.
"Get out!" he shouted at Snape. "Get out before I curse you to hell! Don't think I won't!"
Snape spat on the floor. "Who are you to tell me to get out of my own class room!"
"Draco fucking Malfoy!" Draco shouted, his English accent stronger than normal. "Get out of my sight, NOW!"
Severus frowned, his beady eyes watching Draco's wand. "You wouldn't dare! I know your father, boy, he will hear about this!"
"Fuck off!" Draco barked.
"I will be informing the headmaster of this, Mr Malfoy, you are sure to be expelled!"
"See if I give a fuck!" Draco yelled again.
Snape threw his ugly chin into the air and marched out the door.
Draco suddenly looked very tired, and he kneeled down by Blaise and Harry.
"Are you two ok?" he asked in a softer voice.
They both nodded wearily.
"Come on, let's go get some Butterbeer or something," Blaise muttered, helping Harry to his feet. They exited the cold potions room.
"Harry, if I had known, if I have even known half of it...I would never…I would never have dreamed….have dreamed of being so..."
"It's ok." Harry said, touching Draco's arm briefly. "I forgive you."
Draco let out a breath and smiled tenderly.
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Pansy was surprised to see her boys sit so quietly around one of Slytherins green fires. Goyle seemed normal, chomping down on magic marshmallows. Harry's eyes were shadowed like he was thinking of deep dark memories. Blaise had reduced his marshmallow to a sticky pulp and Draco seemed to shake himself every five minutes like his whole body was aching.
"What's up your snouts today?" Pansy asked, taking a puff on her cigarette.
"Snape." the three boys cursed.
"He's a bloody gobbler." Blaise said, pounding at the marshmallow. "A bloody homophobic gobbler."
"What's a gobbler?" asked Harry, looking up from the fire.
"Someone who thinks their pain is worst than everyone else's. Someone who always has something worse to add, someone who doesn't care about others' feelings; a human dementor. Someone who likes to hurt others so they can get their freaky thrills."
Harry nodded and stared back into the fire.
"Snape's a bitch," Pansy said, blowing smoke out her nose. "But that doesn't mean he should ruin our Sunday night."
"Please! No more alcohol!" Harry cried
"I had something more fun in mind!"
"My ears are deceiving me!" Draco said, in mock horror.
Pansy laughed.
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Five minutes later Pansy had them all sitting in their pyjamas, each with a big cup of hot chocolate and bowl of ice cream.
"This is what you call fun?" Goyle asked.
"Besides screwing around with the boy wonder, yeah." Pansy replied with a smirk.
Harry blushed.
"Let's tell girly secrets!" said Pansy, leaning in.
"We don't have girly secrets." Draco said, in his pyjamas covered in love hearts. "We're boys!"
"Fine, let's play truth."
"No."
"Fine, dare."
"Pansy, we are not going to play these childish games with you just so you can relive your screwy childhood!"
"Please!"
"No!"
"What songs do you think we should play at our next gig?" asked Blaise, breaking Pansy and Draco's argument.
"Nirvana! Nirvana!" cried Draco clapping his hands.
"I know a really cool song we should play!" said Harry with a smile. "It's not a very well known band. They come from New Zealand. They have some really cool music, though!"
"What's the song about?" asked Goyle
"It's from this guy's point of view. He meets this girl in Verona, which does well with the lie you told Madam Rosetta about you coming from there."
"That's sound cool. Who are you going to sing it about?" Blaise asked.
"Ah…no one." Harry said, rubbing the back of his head.
"You need to sing it about someone. It gives the song feeling."
"Well, ah, I could sing it about um… I don't know."
"Harry!"
"Well, I don't have a girlfriend or a crush so who am I going to sing to then? I don't see why I have to sing it about anyone anyway!" Harry said, angrily.
"What does the song say she's like, the girl?"
"Um pretty, and um she likes listening to punk rock, and she is wearing a black frock." Harry said nervously.
Blaise breathed heavily. His eyes skimmed quickly over the common room, over the first years doing homework, to Goyle, whom he paused at and shook his head. Then to Pansy and Draco. He glanced between to two as if sizing them up.
"I have chosen Draco!"
Everyone laughed besides the boy in question.
"I'm not pretty, I'm ruggedly handsome!" Draco protested.
Everyone laughed some more.
Harry shook his head. "You're saying I have to sing to Malfoy?"
"Yep." Blaise chirped. "Just turn all that negative angry schoolboy rage into a lustful song. It will work wonders, I swear."
"But Draco's a boy." Goyle said, reasonably
"Yes, but he fits the things better, he's pretty, (Draco hmmed and muttered, "Ruggedly handsome.") he likes listening to punk rock, and he has the most frocks out of all of them."
"What!" Harry cried. "You own frocks!"
Draco had the grace to turn a little red.
"Don't tell me you believe in all those stereotypical views that only women can wear dresses!"
"You have dresses!" Harry chortled.
"You should have seen the time he wore a bright yellow dress to a Death Eater's dinner last year. Lucius, I swear, snorted mashed potato halfway down the bloody table."
"Can you blame him? Draco looked like a bumblebee who had wandered in from Hufflepuff!"
"Hey, I looked good!" Draco mumbled. "I mean, it wasn't anything like the time Blaise was caught horseback riding naked, or when Goyle was caught masturbating in the clubhouse toilets!"
Everyone laughed.
"Or what about when Pansy told Draco's mother she thought she had parental issues?"
"No one can be that emotionally retarded without having some kind of issues!" Pansy said angrily. "I mean, she didn't like saying the word "cheesecake"! What's wrong with cheesecake?"
"No, the funniest one was when Draco joined the polo team!" said Blaise, clutching his stomach. "He played polo!" he snorted out his nose. "And he wore polo pants!"
Everyone was quiet for a moment, then suddenly all burst out laughing. Because everything was better, and Draco in polo pants was hilarious. So Harry spent the rest of the night with his new friends, hoping Hermione and Ron weren't waiting up, and that Monday morning would never come.