Hello! Hello! Just a quick note to thank every one for all the lovely reviews! You make posting this worth it!

I would also like to thank (I have to thank some one each chapter its tradition) James Smith for being my obsession this past week and The Swans Road bridge, you seem to be the bud of all our jokes, for which I am eternally sorry.

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The next week passed extremely quickly for Harry. The band practised whenever they found a free moment, whilst juggling homework and quidditch. Harry was exhausted with trying to find the time to hang out with the Gryffindors. He loved Ron and Hermione, but he was just too damn busy. It would be so much easier if they liked the Slytherins...then Harry had an idea, which in turn lead him to his current situation.

"Harry, are you sure they asked me to sit with them?" Blaise asked as Harry led him to Gryffindor table on Friday morning.

"Yeah." Harry lied. "Ron and Hermione agree; it's about time we all became friends."

Blaise looked unsurely at Harry. "Why aren't the others here, then?"

Harry knew bringing Malfoy and Pansy straight off wouldn't go down well. He avoided Blaise's question and sat down quickly across from Hermione and Ron.

"Hey guys," he said, pulling Blaise down. "This is my friend Blaise. I thought it would be cool if we had breakfast together."

Blaise glared at Harry, then sat down and smiled at the flabbergasted pair.

"Nice to meet you properly!" he said.

Hermione and Ron just stared.

Harry coughed. "Blaise has read Hogwarts: A History, haven't you, Blaise?"

"Yeah." Blaise said, buttering some toast. "I find it appalling how little some people know about our wonderful school!"

"Really?" asked Hermione in a quiet voice.

Blaise nodded as he smirked a smile only Harry could see. "I mean, so many people don't even know Hogwarts have a small army of house elves working in the kitchens and cleaning up after us for no pay!"

Harry stifled a laugh.

"I wish there was some sort of group that cared for elf rights. I would be the first to join!" Blaise said, full of conviction.

Harry nearly peed him self.

"Oh, but there is!" Hermione cried.

She pulled out her S.P.E.W. notebook which she took everywhere, and the box of badges. She immediately started her rant about S.P.E.W.'s aims. Harry wasn't listening, he'd heard it a millions times before, but Blaise seemed to be to be paying actual attention. When Hermione had finished, Blaise told her that the idea was incredible, produced a couple of sickles from his bag and bought a badge. Unlike Ron and Harry, he pinned the bright blue badge on and smiled one of his big toothy smiles that he normally reserved for those he was intent on wooing. Hermione smiled back with a red tinge on her cheeks.

Ron also looked red, though Harry didn't think it was a good sort of red.

"Ron's on the Quidditch team." Harry said quickly to Blaise, pointedly.

"Of course! I saw his miraculous game at the end of the year!" Blaise declared, trying his smile on Ron.

"May I ask what you were thinking during that first save? I mean, it was wonderful! It's like you are the quaffle. I couldn't keep my eyes off you the entire game, I swear!" Blaise leaned forward. "I wish you could give a few tips to our keeper at Slytherin, he's hopeless!"

Ron ran his hands through his hair.

"It was nothing really," he mumbled, going red again.

Blaise smiled again.

"Nothing really! It was superb! I wish I could play Quidditch like you! But I naturally fly lop-sided, it's quite bizarre!"

"I'm sure you're not that bad." Ron said, kindly. "I could give you some tips if you wanted."

"That'd be brilliant, Ron!"

Harry was almost crying with mirth. He knew this was a good idea. They might both be madly in love with Blaise, but it was still a good idea.

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"I swear they were about to have a bitch fight on the table over me!"

"Amusing." Draco said.

"It was like some crazy battle of the bad-haired! Granger was like, 'Blaise, come and help me with my spew!' and Weasley was like, 'Let's go play with our broomsticks!' and then Harry was all like, 'Blaise, we have band practise!" and then I was like, 'Yay, I have minions!' and they were like 'What?' and then I hypnotised them with my Italian good looks and…"

"He made that last bit up!" Harry called from across the tower.

The weather had been warm for the beginning of winter and they had decided to try having band practice out in the astronomy tower. Though Goyle kept on getting distracted by Pansy and Terry Boot hooking up in the corner and Draco seemed in a complete selfish bastard mood.

"Isn't that cool, Draco?" Blaise said happily. "I made the entire golden trio my bitches!"

Harry 'hmphed' in disagreement and continued strumming at his guitar.

"Oh yes, wonderful, but don't think I'm letting any more of those freaks into my band." Draco drawled.

Harry glanced up quickly, pain in his eyes, before quickly looking down at his guitar again.

"Harry's our friend, Draco!" Blaise said angrily, in a hushed voice.

"Harry's a Gryffindor, Blaise! Burn-Slytherins-on-sticks, capture-virgin-Slytherins-and-sacrafice-them-to-Godric Gryffindor!"

"Draco, what's your problem? You should know better than anyone that stereotypes placed on us by houses means nothing in the real world! In this world, Draco, Harry is our friend and that comment you made about his friends was way out of line!"

Draco looked haughtily ashamed. He shrugged and walked over to Harry. He squatted down and talked to him in a hushed voice. Harry went red, and Blaise wondered what they were talking about.

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"Sorry about being rude with regards to your friends, Potter. You know, that time of the month, and all."

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, you know I can't lie to you, Potter! You're too pretty." Draco blowed heavily out his nose. "It's not an excuse for being rude or anything, but I got a letter from my mother today, and that always puts me in the foulest of moods."

"You don't get on with your mother?" Harry asked.

"My mother always been a bit deranged. "Possessed by the Devil", if Pansy was explaining it. Mother's letters are always a bit… frightening to read."

"Are you ok?" Harry asked, concerned.

"Oh yes, just a bit bitchy. And I say, whose ever idea it was to practise up here is mad. I believe it's starting to snow."

"It was your idea, Draco." said Blaise, slinking over.

Little white drops of snow settled in his night-black hair. Draco shivered and wrapped his cloak tighter around his long slim body. He purposely ignored Blaise's last comment.

"Come on Goyle, we're going inside."

Goyle sent one last glare at Pansy and Terry, who it seemed hadn't realised it was snowing, before shrinking his drums and following the other lightly-dusted-snow-covered boys.

"Where are we going?" Blaise asked as he turned down from the astronomy tower stairs.

"Why hasn't she slept with me yet?" Goyle asked suddenly.

"Ok, just change the conversation randomly." Blaise said.

"I presume you mean Pansy?" Draco asked.

"Yeah, I've fancied her for ages."

"I am so sorry, if I had known..." Harry started, going bright red.

"Don't worry about it." Goyle grumbled. "I'm used to her running about with other guys anyway, and it's not like you could've helped it."

"I still feel horrid." Harry sighed.

"Same. I slept with her last Thursday."

"Blaise! You little fiend, that was yesterday!"

Blaise smirked. "I was bored."

"You should have read or something, like normal people do!" Draco said.

"It's ok, Blaise. If I were you, I would have done the same." Goyle said dully.

"Maybe you should get drunk, or take pills." Harry said, shrugging. "I find you end up having sex with people when that happens, and fifty percent of the time it's Pansy."

"Nah, the other fifty percent is Blaise, and I wouldn't fancy that!"

"Hey!" Blaise cried. "I'll have you know I have seduced the entire Golden Trio."

"Not this again." Draco sighed.

"I wouldn't say that comment is true, Blaise. I don't feel that seduced by you." Harry said.

"Really?" Blaise said, licking his lips. "You did last weekend."

"Ew! Please no more talking about Blaise's sex life!" Goyle begged.

"You're only upset because you're not in it!" Blaise snapped. "And plus I haven't bedded Weasley or Granger..." Blaise paused slightly, then grinned wickedly. "...yet." he added.

"Ew!" everyone else cried.

"Let's go visit them, Harry!" Blaise said, tugging on Harry's arm. "We can go play chess or something! Come on, Harry! We can show Goyle and Draco how much they love me!"

Harry glanced and Goyle and Draco. "Do you guys want to meet my friends? I mean, you don't have to, and I can't promise they'll be nice."

Draco shrugged. "I've been pretty rude." He shrugged again. "Though they haven't been partially friendly."

"See it all! A new leaf, a new year, a new page!" Blaise said with a smile.

"I don't mind. I always wanted to see the inside of the Gryffindor common room. Draco told us in 1st year they had tables made of Slytherin bones."

Harry spluttered.

"You do realise we've been walking around for the past five minutes having no idea where we're going?" Draco said, quickly changing the subject.

"To Gryffindor!" Blaise cried.

Draco and Goyle glared at him.

And Harry laughed.

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"Now, try not to make a dramatic entrance." Harry begged. "It might take the Gryffindors a while to get used to you."

"Harry! Who are you calling dramatic?" Blaise cried. "We Slytherins hate attention, we hate the limelight! We are as low key as keys go!"

"I wish I'd worn my bumblebee dress." said Draco, rubbing his hands together.

"Please, just be…sane."

Draco smirked.

Harry said the password to the Fat Lady, who was eyeing the Slytherins carefully. The door opened and he stepped in quickly, thanking the gods the common room was quite empty. He waved at Hermione and Ron, and then in stepped Draco and Blaise.

They paused as the room went quiet. Draco smiled in fake nervousness, his eye lashes batting. He bit his lip and put one arm on his slim hip. Blaise smiled a big toothy grin, and flipped his dark black hair with his hand. Draco undid the clasp of his cloak, and slipping it off his shoulders, he flung it off into Harry's arms. Harry went red and tried very hard not to stare; Draco was wearing black skin-tight leather pants. He fanned himself with his hand, and pulled his green jersey over his head. A couple of inches of pale, smooth, creamy skin showed, before he threw the jersey for Harry to catch as well. Blaise removed his cloak also, thrusting his hands into his pockets.

Harry heard some fifth year girls sigh and mutter, "Zabini and Malfoy are so hot!"

Harry thought they looked like drippy muggle male models posing for a magazine.

Harry shook his head and started walk over to his friends. Blaise and Draco followed, swinging their hips and running their fingers through their hair. Harry thought they were acting a bit silly. Goyle stumbled along behind them like a lost puppy.

"Hey Ron, Hermione." Harry said, taking a seat.

Hermione and Ron didn't say anything, they just stared.

"Hello, Ronald. Hello, Hermione." Blaise said, taking a seat next to Harry. He crossed his legs and smiled.

Draco and Goyle sat down as well. Draco looked bored now that his little show was over.

"You guys know Goyle and Malfoy." said Harry.

"Hello." said Goyle, trying to be pleasant.

"A pleasure as always." Draco smiled, sarcastically.

Blaise hit him.

"Hello." said Hermione through gritted teeth. She glared at Harry.

"Ah Hermione, Goyle was wondering about S.P.E.W.?" Blaise said, nudging Goyle.

"Yeah, it sounds fascinating," Goyle nodded.

Harry smiled. He'd never felt so proud of the Slytherins. Well, Blaise and Goyle, anyway.

Malfoy had started a staring competition with Ron.

Blaise, once he was sure Hermione was deep into discussing the goals of S.P.E.W., turned to Ron and started a conversation about how much he loved the Chudley Cannons. He winked at Harry.

Harry glared at Draco, but Draco just looked at him indifferently.

"I don't know what you expected from me, Potter." he said in a hushed voice.

"I expected that you would try, Malfoy."

"And when I was five I expected my father to buy me a solid gold flying pony, but some things just don't happen, Potter. It's the way of the world."

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"He can be such a bitch!" Harry said in an angry outburst.

The last of the autumn leaves were still hanging on the tree tops with a fervent effort as two boys lazed under the great oak. Leaf piles surrounded the boys, who were idly strumming chords on their accoustic guitars, their fingers still sticky from the toffee they had brought with them.

"I…chomp ...presume you are …chomp… talking about …chomp … Draco." Blaise said, his mouth still filled with toffee.

"Of course!" Harry drawled. "What's so hard about being nice to my friends?"

"Well, Harry, to tell the truth, what makes you think Draco should have to? I mean, you don't even call him by his first name."

"What," Harry spat, and then his voice became high and heavy, "Draaaaaacco?"

"Really, you two, do you wait for me to come by just so you can call that out?" said a voice.

"Oh…um...hi Draco." Blaise said.

Harry was too embarrassed to speak.

Draco leaned against the tree and crossed his arms.

"Pansy's got some special meeting she wants us all to go to." he said, an eyebrow high in the air. "You guys don't play kinky roll plays where one of you pretends to be me, do you?"

"Ha ha, very funny, Draco. Come on, let's go. Pansy'll whip my arse if we're late."

The boys made their way up to the castle in an eerie quiet. Harry, as red as a hot tomato, tried hard to ignore Draco, who was smirking and trying to catch his eye.

"You seem to like saying my name, Potter." Draco said as they walked up the stone steps leading into Hogwarts.

"Shut up, Malfoy."

Draco laughed. "Is bitty Harry a bit embarrassed?"

"Shut up!"

"Oh, isn't that cute," Draco said, sarcastically.

"Will you to please stop having a domestic in the middle of the doorway?" Blaise said angrily. "What part of 'whip my arse' don't you understand?"

"Stop overreacting, Blaise." Draco said sourly.

"Stop being such a bitch, Draco!" Blaise said, copping the sourness.

"Will you both stop fighting, please." Harry said

"This is none of your business, Potter!"

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Blaise declared, stressing Draco's last name.

"Please, I feel like my parents are arguing in the car and I'm in the back seat." Harry said, miserably.

"You don't have-" Draco started, but Blaise interrupted him.

"Draco! Why do you have to be such an arsehole all the time?" he huffed.

"Come on, please, no name calling." Harry sighed.

"I can call him an arsehole if I want to call him an arsehole!" Blaise said.

"Yeah Potter, and I can call Blaise a sack of rotten meat if I wanna call him a sack of rotten meat!"

"At least I'm not a sack of bitter potatoes!" Blaise cried angrily.

"I am so not a sack of bitter potatoes." Draco huffed.

"So are." Blaise shot back.

"Please! No one's a sack of anything!"

"Bloody hell, Potter! You're such a sack of left-wing pacifist politicians."

"I don't mind that, that much." said Harry.

And then Blaise laughed. "Let's go before Pansy whips my arse."

Harry scowled. "You found that whole exchange fun, didn't you?" Harry asked angrily.

"Quite." Blaise smirked.

"You Slytherins are weird!" Harry said in angry awe. "Did you find it fun?" he asked Draco.

"It was ok. Not as good as the time Goyle got angry and tried throwing Blaise off the astronomy tower."

"I thought you," Harry said, speaking to Blaise, "tried to jump off the astronomy tower."

"That was a different time. I thought I had the power of flight and decided to live like the owls."

"No, I mean the time you tried committing suicide." Harry said quietly, in a concerned voice.

"Oh, that time." Blaise said, happily. "I forgot that time."

"How many times have you tried to jump off the astronomy tower?" Harry asked, shocked.

Blaise started counting on his fingers.

"Seven times." he declared.

"And each time he forgot about the balcony." Draco put in.

"I wonder what crazy thing Pansy wants to talk about today?" Blaise asked, changing subject as they approached the classroom door.

"Well, only one way to find out!" Draco said, pushing open the door.

"Blaise Zabini, I'm going to whip your arse! You're ten minutes late!"

Blaise sighed and whispered sarcastically to Harry and Draco, "Thanks, I told you so!"

Ok, now I'm a bit nevvy about the music I am going to get the band to play, I love most music, but some of my tastes are a bit….ranged. I try to choose songs that every one likes and songs that lyrics match with the scene in the story, but I'm still nevvy and twitchy! Please any suggestions would be greatly welcomed; I would love to hear what sort of music you guys are into. Also I will answer any questions if you are feeling a bit confused.