Finally part two has arrived for you all to enjoy, I was so over joyed when I saw I had over 100 reviews! Thanks you! Thank you! Thank you! Sexual favours for every one!
Now this chapter gets a tiny bit angsty, and a tiny bit weird, I was writing this the same time as my social studies report and of course conflicts sprouted in my head and I have had a major change in plot.
I was wondering if any one would be interested in beta-ing, it's about time I get out of Miss Prongs hair and let her get back to her own writing. Give me an email if you would like the job.
In the last chapter the song was Verona by Elemenop, I was in the supermarket today and the song broke out on the radio and I had to grab the nearest shampoo bottle and pretend to be Harry!
Thanks to angel of darkness, I did add put in the small orgy mention in for you, maybe later on we might get a real orgy between the band.
Also thanks to Jesse McCartney, please don't hit me.
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"Oh my dear pagan Gods!" Pansy cried, hugging them all violently. They were out the back, thirty minutes after they'd played all the songs they had planned. "Ostentatious by Nature is my new fav band; you should see them out there! They're all going wild! Two Ravenclaws were fighting over one of Goyle's sweat bands!"
The band smiled, but were too tired to be excited.
And then came the moment they had all been dreading. A newly awakened Madam Rosmerta, marching towards them with a very determined frown on her face.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kick you all out right now!"
"Please, Madam Rosmerta, we only lied because we love this pub, and we love singing here." Harry pouted. "But if you don't want us to perform here anymore, it's ok, when won't sniff be that upset."
Rosmerta's frown slowly melted, and soon she was smiling brightly. "Oh, you rat bag, you remind me so much of your father! Fine, you can still play! But you need to ask permission from the headmaster, and no more underage drinking, please. I don't hold for that kind of behaviour in this establishment!"
The band breathed out a sigh of relief. Rosmerta smiled proudly. "Butterbeers on the house!" she cried, leading them to a more private table.
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"Oh my god, that's like the …" Blaise tried counting on his fingers, but failed miserably. Pansy had snuck in a bottle of vodka up her very tight dress, though it seemed Blaise was the only one drinking.
"Seventh." Draco offered easily.
"Yess, dear chap, seventh girl to ask me to sign her bosom!"
"I think that last one was a man." Pansy said lightly.
"SO?" Blaise cried. "I am a bi…bi...sensual and I'm not picky!"
"Hello, Ostentatious by Nature," said a slightly overweight middle-aged man in a set of dark blue robes. "My names Daniel Bobjea. I'm a talent search for the muggle and wizard label; would you mind if I had a quick word?"
"Go ahead, darling!" said Pansy smoothly. "I'm Pansy Parkinson, the Band's Manager. Please take a seat." The band shifted so Daniel could sit down.
"Well, I'll get straight to the point. I really like your style, and I think you'll go far in both the muggle and wizard music industry. My only problem is how old you all are, and that you still intend to continue high school. My boss, the owner of the label, will need to meet you and see you all perform before we make a decision, and Madam Rosmerta tells me that you're to perform here every two weeks, so I guess I shall see you all in a fortnight." He stood quickly and turned to leave. "Oh, and I want to hear some of your own music, if that's ok. Ta ta for now." And he disappeared as quickly as he arrived.
"Oh my god, he was so gay." Blaise cooed.
"I can't believe this is actually happening." Goyle said, taking a small sip of butterbeer.
"I know, it's unreal." Blaise said, taking another shot of vodka. "Who wants to come dance with me?"
"Dance?" Pansy asked sceptically. "There isn't any music!"
"We, my darling, shall make our own music!" Blaise declared, standing quickly and climbing over Draco to get out of the booth. He walked to the stage, and after a minute of muttering and accidentally burning things, he managed to get his bass to play on its own. A strong bass beat pounded out of it, filling the noisy room.
"Come on! Come on, Pansy! Come on, Goyle! Let's dance!" he called.
Pansy jumped to her feet immediately. Being quite ostentatious in nature, she loved to dance. "Come on Goyle, up you come!" she cried, pulling him with her. Blaise and Pansy immediately started a two person show five feet away from the table, and after much persuading, they finally got Goyle to dance too. Soon, other small groups of students started to dance on Blaise's make shift dance floor as well.
"I have to admit, you Slytherins are quite resourceful." joked Harry to Draco.
Draco smirked. "You should have seen the time they created wings out of an old witch weekly and a pair of socks. I believe that was the fifth time Blaise jumped off the astronomy tower, but of course he forgot about the…"
"Balcony." Harry finished with a smile.
"You know us too well," Draco said, pouring two shots, one for himself and one for Harry.
Draco threw back his head gracefully, wincing slightly as he returned the shot glass to the table.
"Well, it's only fair. You do know a lot about me." Harry said, taking a shot, though not as graceful as Draco had.
"I know all the facts about Potter," said Draco, pouring more drinks. "But I know nothing about Harry. Like I know you've defeated Voldemort numerous times, but why does that matter if you yourself were drunk at the time and can't even remember them?"
Harry laughed. "Believe me," he said bitterly, "I wasn't drunk. I wish I had been."
"So you wouldn't remember." Draco whispered.
"Exactly." said Harry, laughing with no humour.
"We've both seen the war, you and I, Potter." Draco said, leaning back against the soft velvet covered seat. "Every day I wish I hadn't, but I have it the same as you, I suppose."
Harry and Draco sat in silence, both drinking their way steadily thought Pansy's vodka. The dim lights in the bar cast shadows over Draco, who had his head leaned back and his eyes lightly closed. Harry wondered if he knew how much he looked like a perfect black and white photo.
"Harry, can we have a word?" Hermione's bothered voice broke the placid atmosphere.
Draco open one eye. "I'm sorry," he said sarcastically, "but you need to make an appointment to speak to Mister Potter. At this moment, he is in the middle of a private conversation, so if you don't mind, piss off."
"Yes?" Harry asked, Ron and Hermione ignoring Draco's rude behaviour. "Come to tell me I'm the spawn of the devil?"
"Harry, will you please just listen and stop interrupting? Is it too much to ask to want to know what's going on in your life? We are your friends." Hermione complained.
"Oh sure, if the definition of a friend is someone who doesn't care about what their friend is feeling and only talks to them when they want to know something...you're right, you guys are great friends!" Draco said sardonically.
"Shut up, Malfoy, or I'll knock your freaky arse over. Do you even realise that you're wearing a dress?"
Draco stood up so quickly Harry thought he looked like a flash of lightening.
"Go ahead, Weasel, I dare you!" he spat, even though he was a lot shorter than Ron. His eyes, grey, molten and smouldering, flashed dangerously. He even gave Harry the willies.
"Harry, please! You can't tell me you like hanging out with these…these people! You should be training, or studying, or doing something productive. Do you really want to waste these last years at school lounging round drinking with these…"
"Just say it, Granger! Spawns of the devil. You find it so hard to think that he might like us, don't you? You hate to think he tells other people his little secrets and not you!"
"Well, I think Harry finds some helpful uses for you." Ron said bitterly. "Sex, and I doubt even that was any good with a skank like Parkinson."
Draco clenched his fists angrily, shaking in anger.
"Will you both just shut up?" Harry growled furiously at Hermione and Ron "This is nothing to do with Pansy, so leave her out of it!"
"Harry, that girl has no morals! I bet she's a death eater too! I bet they all are, just trying to be your friends so they can hand you over to You-Know-Who!"
"Oh yes, that's right," said Draco sarcastically, "The weasel and the beaver have solved it again!"
"Harry, we just don't want you to make a mistake!"
"It's human nature to make mistakes, Hermione!" Harry growled.
"Yes, but when you make mistakes, you kill people!"
Harry looked like he had been hit in the face with a hammer.
"I…I can't believe you would say that." he choaked angrily. "Why, you..."
Draco put an arm on Harry's shoulder. "Leave it." he whispered. "It won't be worth it tomorrow."
Harry shook his head angrily, trying desperately to control the tingling he felt forming in the corner of his eyes.
"Harry, it won't do you or the war any good if you spend your time hanging out with a gang of fags and that slutty hoe Parkinson." Ron spat.
There was a loud smack, as Goyle's enormous fist connected with the side of Ron's face.
"I am no fag, you bloody ginga!" he said, staring down at Ron who had collapsed onto the floor.
"I am a prefect!" Hermione said shrilly. "You can't just hit people willy nilly!"
"Just because you're a girl doesn't mean I won't kick the shit out of you as well!" Goyle rumbled.
Hermione whitened, hurriedly collected Ron and helped him hobble away.
Harry let go the breath he didn't know he was holding.
"They…they said they would always be there for me," he said in a quiet voice, dropping into a seat.
Draco sat down next to him and patted his knee. "Don't worry, you didn't need them anyway." he smiled briefly. "Where are Blaise and Panse?" Draco asked Goyle.
"Still dancing. I saw the little convention going on over here and decided to listen in."
"Good thing you did! I swear, that Weasley was about to try and kiddie fiddle with us." Draco joked lamely.
"Well, come on then, no point sitting around when there's dancing to be done!" said Goyle in fake happiness. "It will be like one big group orgy!"
Draco and Harry smiled, and went to join their friends.
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"I don't want another pretty face, I don't want just anyone to hold!" slurred Harry, tumbling over.
"Come on Potter, stop it with the Jesse sodding McCartney, he couldn't sing his way out of a box! And be careful, or you'll stand on them!" Draco growled.
"Stand on what?" Harry asked drunkenly.
"All the rabbits, Potter! Can't you see them?"
Harry had never found walking home from the pub in completely darkness so much fun before.
"Yes! I can't see them everywhere!" Harry cried, even though he couldn't.
"Look, there's Hazel Rah!" cried Draco, pointing at nothing.
"I see him! I see him…wait a minute! You've read Watership Down?" Harry asked Draco, stopping suddenly.
"Of course!" declared Draco. "It's like the best book ever!"
Harry laughed loudly at him.
"Well, obviously you've read it as well if you know who Hazel Rah is!" said Draco angrily.
That shut Harry up.
Draco laughed naughtily.
"Oh no!" he cried suddenly.
"What?" Harry asked.
"I lost Hazel Rah!"
"I think we have a bigger problem, silly!" Harry said wisely. "We've lost Goyley and Blaisey and Pansies as well!"
"Not true." Draco scoffed. "They were right up ahead."
"Can you see them?"
"…No…"
The two boys stood staring down the path to Hogwarts in utter shock.
"Oh no, what if they got eaten by man eating snails?" Draco cried.
"Or what if we were eaten by man eating snails and we're in their bellies right now?"
"And then what if a bigger snail ate the snail we're in, and then we're in a snail that was eaten by a snail that was eaten again by a hippopotamus?" declared Draco.
"Now you're just being ridiculous!" Harry slurred.
"So? We're still lost!" Draco said heatedly.
"You're right!" Harry cried in frustration "Mally, I don't like being lost! Voldemort always stops by for a visit when I'm lost or confused or kind of angsty!"
"Mally?" Draco slurred rising an eyebrow.
"No, that's your name, silly, my name is Potty!"
"Ok, Potty! Let's go for a walk in the moonlight!"
"Yes, Mally, that would be dandy! But aren't we lost?"
"No, we're walking in the moonlight." Draco linked his arms with Harry.
"Ok, if you say so, Mally, off we trot!"
And off Harry and Draco did trot, away from Hogwarts, walking carefree in the moonlight.
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Harry woke up with a splitting headache. He tried to bury himself deeper in his blankets. He inhaled the comforting smell of damp grass. Wait a second. His bed never smelt of damp grass. He sat up quickly; he noticed he clothes were damp all over and he was sitting in a clearing. He saw the lake glisten ten feet away in the late morning sun.
"How did I get here?" he wondered aloud.
"I don't know, but let's hope no one ever finds out." said a voice.
Harry looked down and saw a blond face resting on his lap.
"You make a good pillow, Potty." Draco joked in a tired voice. "Now go back to sleep!"
"Oh my God, we didn't you know what!"
"What? Slay Voldemort?"
"Have sex, Malfoy!"
"Well, does your arse hurt?" Draco asked rudely.
"Nope."
"Mine neither, so I suppose that's a no." Draco said, closing his eyes.
"Why are we all damp?" Harry asked nervously.
"Can't you remember trying to go for a swim in the lake?" Draco asked, not bothering to open his eyes.
"We tried to swim in the lake."
"No, you tried. I tried to get you back out. But then, I suppose that's only fair, I did climb the tree, and you were the one who got me down."
"I can't remember that either." Harry whined. "I hate getting drunk, I can never remember anything."
"Can you remember when you stripped naked and did a war dance for Zeus?" Draco asked, sitting up.
"That didn't happen." said Harry.
"Ok, so maybe it didn't, but I enjoyed thinking about it." said Draco, getting to his feet.
"Why were you using me for a human cushion?" Harry asked, shivering from his damp clothes.
"We drew blades of grass, shortest one got a pile of leaves." Draco pointed at the small pile of leaves Harry's head had been on a minute ago. "And the other got a human pillow."
"You cheated, didn't you?" yawned Harry.
"Of course, but you were too drunk to prove otherwise. I was nice, I helped you collect leaves."
Harry rubbed his sore neck, and looking around at the lake, he could just see a small tower of Hogwarts right around the other side. They had walked halfway around in the lake in the forbidden forest in their drunken state.
"We'd better get back, the others will be worried." Harry grumped. "And I'm kind of hungry. It'll take us a couple of hours to walk back, I reckon."
Draco yawned. "The others won't be worried, they'll all presume we were off somewhere shagging like bunnies."
"Like Hazel Rah?" Harry asked, laughing.
Draco scowled. "You will never repeat that to anyone, Potter!" he ordered.
Harry laughed again and set off down the nearest path pointing to Hogwarts. He looked over his shoulder and smiled widely, "Give you a race to the nearest tree!" he called.
Draco smirked and took off at a run.
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"I don't think this is very safe." said Harry anxiously. "Remember what happened last time we were wandering around the forbidden forest?"
"Yeah, well, we were both extremely drunk so I don't think..."
"No, I mean when we were in first year, you dolt!" Harry spat quietly. "We saw Voldemort!"
"That wasn't Voldemort." scoffed Draco "Voldemort has minions and snakes, and a crown and a gold rod that he likes to hit people with."
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"So what if I like to exaggerate the truth?" Draco muttered "But it still wasn't the lord and master Voldemort!"
"Will you be quiet?" hissed Harry. "I think I hear something coming!"
"What are you on about, Potter? I'm too young to die!"
"No, I can definitely hear something coming! Be quiet, would you?"
"Potterrr! Save me! Save me! I don't want to die!" whined Draco.
"Shut up! Better get our wands out, don't you reckon?"
Draco whined again. "I didn't bring my wand!"
"What?" Harry asked shocked. "We're in the middle of a frigging war, and you wander around a dangerous forest where peril lies everywhere and you didn't bring your wand?"
"It didn't got with the dress." sighed Draco.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Draco clung to Harry desperately. "Please, Potter! These leather pants can't be dry-cleaned if I get them covered in blood!"
"Calm down, would you? We don't even know what it is! It might only be Hagrid's half bother, Grawp!"
"Half as in human, or half as in giant?" Draco asked quietly, his arms still wrapped around Harry's waist.
"Um, giant."
"Potter!" cried Draco, jumping up and hugging Harry with all his might. Harry got thrown off balance and fell to the forest floor, Draco tumbling down with him.
When Hagrid ran into the small clearing, he got quiet a shock. Harry, who he'd secretly always looked upon like the son he never had, was being straddled by a thin blonde in leather pants. Both locked eyes with him and reddened at once.
"Ahh, Hagrid, this isn't what it looks like!" said Harry, trying to throw the blonde off. Hagrid recognised him as the spiteful Draco Malfoy in his Care of Magical Creatures' class. Once up, Draco still clung to Harry as if Hagrid might go crazy and attack him.
"You can let go." whispered Harry.
"I don't think I will. If he tries to hit me, this way there's a fifty percent chance he'll get you as well." Draco whispered back, not taking his eyes off Hagrid.
"Yeh'd best get back ter school." said Hagrid, who had also gone very red. "A ruckus has broken out amongst the houses over yeh two."
"What do you mean? What happened?" asked Harry walking slowly (because Draco was still attached to him) over to Hagrid.
"Well, yeh didn't come back to Gryffindor last night, so Hermione an' Ron sent an alarm to the Order and Dumbledore. They were hell set that yeh were in Slytherin, so we searched Slytherin, but we didn't find yeh, an' young Malfoy was missin' too. His friends weren't at all worried 'bout either of yeh. The dark haired one, Zabini, told the headmaster, quite rudely, that he should, ahh, 'Piss off an' let them shag if they wanna!'. Though we were certain that yeh wouldn't be doing that, ahh we might have been a bit wrong there."
"We weren't shagging." Harry said crossly.
"Ah, but we might have, Harry. I thought you were to drunk to remember?" Draco smirked.
Hagrid's eyes went as wide as saucers.
"So, what's happening at the school?" Harry asked, changing subjects.
"Whole of Gryffindor an' the whole of Slytherins are goin' at it like cats an' dogs, mass brawls breakin' out everywhere, most of them with the older years. People in Gryffindor gettin' angry at the Zabini boy for pinning yeh as gay an' with a Malfoy, the Slytherins gettin' angry at the Gryffindors fer thinking yer too good fer one of their own. The other houses joining in as well. Gryffindors been preachin' it's an attack from You-Know-Who, an' that Malfoy's a death eater spy. Ron an' Hermione've been pretty active supportin' all the theories. Slytherins getting pretty scuffled."
"No one in Slytherin has been hurt, have they?" asked Harry quickly.
"Yer not worried 'bout the Gryffindors?" Hagrid asked meekly.
"Yes, well, them too. It's just Slytherin is closer to the truth than Gryffindor is, and Ron and Hermione are just making up lies! Is anyone hurt?"
"Well, yeh, it's been a bit of a riot."
"Who?" asked Draco desperately.
"A few bones broken, but Pomfey fixed them in jiffy. Ahh, couple o' seventh year Gryffindors got on the bad end of a heavy dosage o' stunning potion. Few Ravenclaws being treated after a group of Slytherins bombarded 'em with spells. There's a Hufflepuff covered in blisters from head to toe. Two Slytherins are in, two of the main fighters."
Harry and Draco breathed deep.
"Who?" Draco asked shakily.
"The Zabini boy, who started all this madness an' his big friend. A group of sixth year Gryffindor and Hufflepuff boys were tryin' to capture a Slytherin girl an' question her, and the boys stepped in. Quite an amazin' fight, ten against two. Brought down four o' them each, as well."
"We need to get back." Draco whined. "It's Blaise and Goyle!"
Harry went very white. "You're right, we need to get back! This is all my fault!"
Hagrid watched in shock as Draco pulled Harry into a quick hug.
"Shh, Potter. The one's who are at fault in this are those bloody Gryffindors, and we'll teach them a lesson."
Harry smiled wearily.
"Harry, could yeh blow up some red sparks quickly, let Dumbledore know I found yeh."
Harry sent red sparks up, and they headed off for the school.
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Dumbledore was waiting on the steps of Hogwarts, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, who was dressed in red and gold, to his left, and on his right side stood a very subdued Pansy Parkinson, who had spent the last couple of hours in the hospital wing with her very sick friends.
When Dumbledore had seen the red sparks sent up, he felt instantly relieved. Hopefully some peace, that for the last twenty hours Hogwarts had been vacant of, would finally fall over his school.
The half the school was mingling around outside to see the return of the two boys. A nervous pause in the fighting. Many believed that Harry had once again fought with the dark lord, while others didn't know what the heck had been happening.
When Hagrid finally walked out of the forest followed by the two boys, silence fell over the crowd, all houses alike. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were walking with their arms linked together. They were very ruffled, as if they'd spent the past day (it was late afternoon) trekking through the bush, or shagging non stop through the morning. As they approached, the look of horror was apparent on both their faces. Dumbledore noticed the very stony girl standing on his right breaking out in tears, for the first time since all these fights had started, when she first saw them. He wondered if it was in relief or anger or something else entirely. He'd been wondering vaguely what happened out in the forbidden forest.
His answers were soon closer to being answered when Mr Potter and Mr Malfoy got even nearer, the crowd parting as the two boys, still linked by their arms, approached Dumbledore. He wondered why both Hermione and Ron looked so worried, and why Harry hadn't looked at them once.
Miss Parkinson suddenly lost all control and threw herself off the steps and towards the boys. The two dropped arms and both stimultaneously got pulled into a violent hug. Dumbledore watched, slightly taken aback, as both boys and the girl hugged for a long time, the boys whispering into her ear, trying to make her calm down. The crowd was still silent. When the trio had finished hugging, they all walked in arms up to Dumbledore.
"Sorry, Professor." Harry said with a slight smile. "Draco and I got lost in the forest."
Dumbledore stared down at the boy, who he didn't believe could surprise him anymore, and then his eyes glistened. Dumbledore turned to the school and called, "No need to worry, students. Harry and his friend Draco were lost in the forest. Now, I believe that all our petty arguments have been solved, so you may return to the great hall for dinner!"
"Sir, we're going to visit Gregory and Blaise." Harry said quietly to the headmaster. He still hadn't looked at Ron or Hermione.
"Of course." said Dumbledore gently.
The three turned and started to make their way to the hospital wing, Pansy still clinging to both of them.
"Wait, Harry!" called Ronald Weasley desperately.
Clouds blocked out the sun, and suddenly the whole sky darkened. Thunder roared in the air. The headmaster realised that the Boy Who Lived was very, very angry.
"It was you, wasn't it?" barked Harry, turning around. "The sixth years who attacked Pansy, who hurt Blaise and Goyle? You knew they were my friends! You've spoken to them, I invited them into our common room, you've talked about quidditch to them, yet you attacked them as if you're some kind of death eater!"
"I am not the death eater here, Harry!" shouted Ron. "They are, and this is what the light side wants, that death eaters are punished! We thought you would understand that more than anyone!"
"YOU ARE WRONG!" Harry shouted. "You know nothing of what's good! You know nothing of what the light side wants!"
Harry turned, and taking Pansy and Draco by the arm, he led them up the stairs to go and visit the hospital wing, leaving Ron standing like a fool, staring angrily at his retreating back.
Dumbledore realised then that the Gods had chosen the best person to save the world. Though he wasn't stereotypically wonderful, and he didn't wear a golden cape, he was the only person who could save them. Someone so perfectly noble, someone who was open and trustful, who spoke out for the ones who couldn't always, and who listened to Nirvana and wore leather pants.