Next chapter! It's quite short because the next chapter (which shall be here no later then the 21st) is going to be a big musical fantastic slashly masterpiece…hopefully.

Nothing is mine.

This chapter is dedicated to Alfie; Jude Law is a sexy beast and continues to remind me of Draco.

Also big thanks to Silverone3, TheTigersFire, Moi, Anegativegrl and potterluvva for suggesting songs and bands! If anyone else had and I've forgot you I'm sorry I love you to!

0000

"Ok, deep breaths," Pansy said. "Now, Harry, drop!"

Harry Potter, who was standing on a desk with his back to the band, shook his head.

"Sure, you can defeat evil but you won't even drop three feet into our outstretched arms." Draco drawled.

"Pansy, why are we playing these silly trust games anyway?" Harry whined, his voice a couple of octaves higher.

"To build trust among the band! Now drop!"

"I don't like the sensation of falling!"

"Harry, you play Quidditch! How do you get down to the ground if you don't fall?" Blaise asked, trying not to laugh.

"That's controlled falling." Harry whined again.

"So is this, Potter," said Draco angrily. "Just fall, for Merlin's sake!"

Harry gulped. He closed his eyes and fell blindly off the desk, waiting for the crash as he hit the ground, but it never happened.

He slowly opened his tightly closed eyes. He looked up and saw four faces looking down at him. Goyle and Blaise looked concerned, while Draco and Pansy looked like they were about to burst out laughing.

"Was the little womanly screech really necessary?" Draco asked.

"I didn't scream." said Harry, standing onto his feet.

"You so did! Like a flaming banshee!"

"Not funny, Malfoy!"

"Oh yeah, it's not Drraaacooo when I'm teasing you, is it?"

"Will you two please be quiet! We're going to try some role plays!"

Draco snorted.

"Ohh! I'm the French maid!" Blaise shouted, waving his hand in the air.

"Not that sort of role play, you nob!" Pansy said angrily. "We're going to practice what it will be like when you're famous and crazed fans want your autograph!"

"Um, Pansy?" asked Harry, delicately. "Is there anyway I can possibly get any more famous than I am now?"

"Rub it in our faces, why don't ya!" Pansy said. "Come on, Blaise and I will go first. Blaise, you be the fan."

Pansy and Blaise stood up in front of Goyle, Draco and Harry, who had all taken a seat. Blaise smiled and walked over to Pansy.

"'Ello, I am a Frrrench maid, can I 'ave your autogrrraph and a spank?"

"Blaise! I said no French maids!" Pansy cried.

The others sniggered.

"Please, Pansy! I want to be a maid!"

"No, Blaise, you're a slightly crazed fan!"

They tried again. Blaise walked over to Pansy.

"Hello, Professor, I've been a naughty student!"

Harry, Draco and Goyle laughed loudly.

"Blaise, this is not funny!" Pansy stomped over and sat down. "Goyle and Harry can have a go."

"Please Pansy, one more! I was going to be a vampire!"

"Yeah Pansy, let Blaise go. I don't want to do role plays." Goyle said bleakly.

"Fine, Harry and Draco, you try."

Harry and Draco glared at each other.

"I'm not going to be one of your love struck fans, Potter!" Draco cried.

"Well, I don't want to be your fan either, Malfoy!"

"Take turns!" Pansy cried.

"Oh, hello Boy Who Lived!" Malfoy cried in fake falsetto. "I love you! Can I have your babies, or at least touch your unruly hair with my grubby fingers?"

Everyone laughed, none so much is Harry. "My turn." he wheezed.

"Hey, babe," he said, his voice in deep deep bass, "I wanna take you home and snap you like a twig!"

Malfoy's eyes went as wide as saucers before he started laughing with everyone.

0000

"Hey, Harry!" called Ron and the Gryffindor dorm mates as Harry walked into his dorm room later that night. Harry said hello back, and started tiredly getting back into his pyjamas.

"Hey Harry, Seamus stole some butterbeer and we thought we might stay up and all have a boys chat!" said Dean happily.

"Yeah, that sounds cool." said Harry, grabbing a bottle from Seamus. "What do you guys want to do?"

"Let's play dare!" Neville said.

"Neville, that's so 4th year!" Ron sighed.

"I'm sorry for living, then!" Neville cried.

"Oh no! He's turning suicidal on us again." Dean laughed.

"Bet he's going to go jump off the astronomy tower and not realise there's a balcony!" Harry laughed. When the others looked at him with raised eyebrows, he stopped.

"Sooo…um, why don't we play the game where someone asks like 'has any one masturbated over Lavender' and the others say yes or no." Harry suggested.

"I have!" said Ron.

"Same!" the others chorused.

0000

The game was going quite well, until Ron got a bit personal.

"Ok, who has had sex before?"

Harry gulped. He didn't know if this was the best time to admit to Ronald that he had popped his younger sister's cherry. Or that he had had sexual relations with Slytherins, one being a boy.

"Never." said a gloomily Neville. "My Gran doesn't believe in sex before marriage."

"I haven't." said Ron, going red.

"I have!" said Seamus, happily.

The others (besides Harry) stared in awe as if Seamus was living every 16 year old's fantasy. Harry remembered a comment Blaise had made about Seamus being a good fuck and snorted.

"Their name wouldn't start with a "B", would it?" Harry said sardonically, watching Seamus go bright red.

"What about you then, Harry? You haven't answered." Seamus said, trying to get the light off him.

"Well, Dean hasn't answered either."

"Um, I kind of had sex with...don't hate me, Ron, but Ginny." Dean spluttered.

"Dean!" Ron said angrily.

"What! She told me I was her first!" Harry shouted, forgetting himself.

"Harry!"

"Whoops."

"I can't believe you both slept with my sister!"

"Well, there wasn't much sleeping..."

"Dean!"

"I can't believe she lied!" Harry said.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me!" Ron said.

"Well I can't believe Seamus bonked Blaise Zabini!" Harry said loftily.

"Seamus!"

"Harry! How did you know?" Seamus cried.

"He told me right after we had sex!" Harry declared heatedly, forgetting himself again and revealing another secret. "Whoops."

"Harry!"

"You slept with Blaise as well, you bitch!" Seamus cried.

"Ok, can everyone calm down and explain this!" Ron shouted lately "Neville is a virgin, so am I. Dean slept with my sister, Harry slept with my sister, Seamus slept with Blaise, so did Harry. Ok, now this is confusing..."

"Doesn't leave Ginny in a good light, does it?" said Neville.

"Or me." Harry added.

"So you and Seamus are gay?" Dean asked.

"Well, not really, we've just both been drawn into the Italian fly trap, I'd say." said Harry, laughing.

"Have you two ever hooked up?" Ron asked, painfully. "It wasn't on my bed, was it!"

"No, we haven't!" Seamus cried.

"How can you not really be gay?" asked Dean.

"Well I've sleep with more girls than guys." said Harry, off handedly.

"Wait, haven't you only slept with Ginny and Blaise?" asked Ron.

Harry went bright red. "And Pansy Parkinson."

Silence filled the dorm room.

"You lucky bastard!" cried Dean.

"Harry, what is wrong with you! You don't tell me or Hermione anything these days!" Ron said furiously.

"Please, calm down, Ron..."

"No, I don't think I will, Harry!" Ron wrenched open his bed curtain and threw him self on bed, closing his curtains and 'hmm'ing loudly.

The others laughed and readied themselves for bed as well. Harry supposed he shouldn't be angry at Ron for not supporting him. I mean, he did sleep with his youngest sister.

"Harry?" whispered Seamus when the lights went out. "You know, if you ever did want to fool around a bit, I wouldn't mind..."

Harry shivered. He imagined Draco's face raising an eyebrow in the darkness. He didn't answer Seamus, pretending to be asleep.

0000

Reviews are always welcomed! Like Draco sneaking into my bedroom, always welcomed.

Also Keriana Williams brought up how the time line is a bit off, I always get confused, well more like delusional, because I like the idea of Harry being the age he is in every book all the time, like if I read the first book again I don't care if he had other books to me he is 11 and wonderful (not that I like 11 year olds like that), if I read that same book in twenty years Harry will still be 11. So Harry might be born in 1980 and be dancing around to the music that was cool in 1996 or when ever, but Harry is also now Harry in my mind, I don't know if that made any sense, thank you anyway for the lovely long review!