A/N: Greetings, I wanted to thank every one for being so supportive about my rant and Ibys, I feel like as a group us slashes really have pulled through this hard time, (no naked mud fights sad face) the support has been amazing! When I'm feeling a bit down (over the lack of nakedness on Harry and Draco behave in HBP) I just read peoples abusive comments about Ginny Weasley and feel 100 times better!

So this chapter is dedicated to every one who reviewed or sent me an email, I loved receiving your comments! And catdog who invited me to Hanmer. (Though you like Ginny so it kind of cancels each other out)

This chapter was gratefully beta-ed by Keri! I don't know where I would be with out her!

Oh and because I don't agree with she-who-must-not-be named (JK I'm scared she'll come a throttle me) I haven't changed a thing!

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"Ronald, chocolate frogs aren't the right thing to eat for breakfast!" Hermione said, angrily taking the frog away from Ron.

"Why not, Hermione? They're full of nutrients!"

Harry rested his head on breakfast table. The sound of Hogwarts eating wasn't affecting his hangover positively.

"Ron! How do you expect to do well in school if you don't have the right breakfast?"

"We don't have any classes today, Hermione! It's Saturday!"

"So! That's no reason to be unhealthy!"

"What about Harry? Why aren't you giving him a hard time? He was up half the night again!"

"At least." Blaise, who had walked over from the Slytherin table, smiled. "Harry knows the importance of a healthy breakfast."

Harry mumbled a laugh but kept his forehead on the table.

"Hermione, Ronald," Blaise said briskly. "I have to borrow Harry for a moment."

Hermione nodded quickly while she loaded a plate of toast and eggs for Ron. Ron half glared, half pouted as Harry was lead away by Blaise to the Slytherin table.

"My head is sore," Harry grumbled, leaning on Blaise.

"That's what you get, sitting with Gryffindors." Blaise scowled good naturedly.

Blaise sat Harry next to a perfectly groomed Malfoy, who didn't look hung over at all-- besides a faint shadow under his storm grey eyes. Pansy had a cigarette going; she nodded at Harry. "Long night?" She smirked. Goyle was eating toast looking grumpily at the piles of bacon.

"I have called this band meeting," began Blaise, "because we are about to do a performance."

"Yeah, next week," said Goyle dryly.

"No, right now," Pansy said happily. She and Blaise had planned something. She pulled miniaturized music instruments out of her bag. "Let's rock the breakfast tables, boys!"

Draco smirked, Goyle smiled, and Harry felt suddenly worried.

"Wh.. what do you mean right now?" He trembled.

"Surprise performance," Blaise laughed. "We just up on the table, rock the house's socks off, jump off the table and run like hell from the teachers."

"What song are we playing?"

"The Muggle one Goyle likes, "Dammit" by Blink 182. Lots of drums and hectic dancing." Pansy smirked. "What are you wearing under your robe?"

Harry gulped. "An old pair of jeans and a sweater."

Pansy laughed. "Draco, darling, what are you wearing?"

"It's the second Saturday of the month, Pansy! You know I always wear leather every second Saturday of the month!"

"Well, Harry, pull off your jeans. I got a pair of leather pants in my bag," said Pansy.

"Wh…what? Right here? In the middle of the Great Hall?"

"Darling, jump under the table if you're afraid, but be quick. The breakfast rush is almost over."

Harry shrugged and dived under the table. He grabbed the pants of Pansy and started to undo his jeans.

Sitting in his boxers under the table, Harry suddenly felt horribly vulnerable.

"What's taking you so long?" hissed Pansy.

"I can't get the leather pants on," hissed Harry back to her. "This happened last time."

"What did you do to get them on last time?" Pansy asked.

"Send Draco down," Harry gulped.

Suddenly Draco's blonde head appeared under the table. "Didn't I tell you to go commando?" He laughed.

The rest of the band waited quietly, trying not to listen to the gasps and tugging sounds coming from their feet.

"Nice weather," Goyle said stiffly as Harry let out a very loud groan.

"Oh no," Blaise crooned. "Things can't get any worse."

Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley wandered over to their section of the Slytherin Table trying to find Harry.

"Have you seen Harry?" Hermione asked Pansy stiffly.

"Yes, I've seen all of Harry," Pansy mocked, licking her lips.

Ronald shuddered.

"Do you know where he is at the moment?" Hermione asked angrily.

"I can't tell you I'm afraid," Pansy smirked.

"He's our friend! And we deserve to know where he is at all times!" Ron cried.

"Fine," Pansy said, still smirking. "Look under the table."

They both bent down simultaneously.

Harry Potter had Draco Malfoy lying on top of him, Harry's leather pants half way down his thighs, Draco Malfoy's long pale fingers holding onto the pants. Whether he was pulling them up or down, Ron and Hermione couldn't tell. Harry and Draco both were very sweaty.

"Just do it, Draco," Harry was panting in pain. "One swift movement."

Hermione and Ron quickly stood and returned to their own table.

Harry and Draco slithered from under the table.

"Fun?" asked Blaise, smirking.

"Let's just get this over with, these panst are cutting of my blood circulation," Harry groaned.

"Are you sure the blood isn't rushing to one place?" Pansy joked.

"Oh, shut up, let's get this over with," Draco ordered.

Harry pulled off his sweater, revealing a white shirt. Blaise who knew about the surprise gig was wearing dark purple leather pants and a black tee shirt. Goyle was wearing baggy jeans and tee as well. Pansy whipped out her wand, quirkly enlarging the guitars and handing them to Blaise, Draco and Harry. Goyle and Blaise cleared the food away so they could all stand on the table, and a big space for the drums. A few Slytherins gave them a couple of weird looks.

They all stood by the table and took a deep breath.

"I introduce us," Draco said stiffly removing his wand. "See you in detention," he laughed, before his voice was magiced around the hall.

"Good morning Hogwarts!" His voice rang as he jumped up on the table. "We are Ostentatious by Nature!"

Goyle and Blaise bounced onto the Slytherin table as well. Goyle set up the drums in a wave of a wand. He picked up his sticks and took a seat behind them. The great hall was deadly silent; Harry felt every eye on the band. All the teachers looked quite angry. Besides Dumbledore, who was smiling. Harry jumped onto the table as well.

"We are going to play a song for you all!" Draco Smirked as he stepped over a plate of toast. "Can we have a warm welcome for our very sexy lead singer Harry Potter?"

Quite a few people clapped politely. Professor McGonagall started to march angrily over from the teachers table.

"Thanks Draco." Harry smirked as well, taking the wand. "Hit it!"

Goyle drums pounded suddenly and loudly around the Hall; Blaise and Draco's rhythmic beats erupted from their guitars. Faster and faster the music pounded. Harry nodded his head along to the beat a coy smile on his lips.

"It's alright," he shouted into the wand. "To tell me, what you think about me."

Draco and Blaise ran down opposite sides of the table, their fingers making magic with their guitars. The Slytherins, thanks to the enthusiastic Pansy, started cheering and making havoc around the table. Hufflepuff also started to make a riot, cheering and clapping.

"I won't try to argue, or hold it against you," Harry called passionately.

Goyle was going crazy on the drums. The fast beat of the music echoed around the big hall.

"I know that you're leaving, you must have your reasons, the seasons are calling and your pictures are falling down," Harry cried.

Professor McGonagall looked angrily at Harry, trying to get his attention to signal him down from the table.

Draco and Blaise where going off, like complete lunatics. Complete musical genus lunatics. Harry glanced briefly at his friends. Most of the Gryffindors were clapping and cheering as well, but Hermione, it seemed, had fainted. Maybe Harry's leather tight leather pants didn't do it for her.

"Well, I guess this is growing up," Harry cried the song coming to an end. "Well I guess this is growing up!"

Hogwarts erupted with cheers and cat calls, even Dumbledore was clapping.

"Harry Potter!" called Professor McGonagall, over the ruckus.

Harry glanced back at the band "Run!" He shouted. Abandoning their instruments, Ostentatious by Nature jumped off the table and ran toward the exit to escape the wrath of Professor McGonagall.

"Ostentatious by Nature!" screamed Blaise before Goyle and Draco pulled him out the Great Hall door.

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Harry sat in Gryffindor common room late Sunday afternoon trying to finish his Potions essay. Hermione refused to help him; she was still a bit shitty about the shock she got under the Slytherin table.

Harry didn't mind that much though; it was quite nice sitting in his favourite red sweater in front of the warm common room fire. Harry liked being by himself at times. It reminded him of his childhood.

Harry took a long sip of hot chocolate, he smiled as the hot liquid warmed his innards.

Ginny Weasley hastily took a seat beside him. "Harry," she greeted in a soft tone.

Harry nodded briskly. Ginny and himself hadn't gotton on very well since they broke up.

"Harry, in the pub, when you and your band played, Zabini said something about you liking someone and you called them 'the best kisser in the world', and I was thinking since you have only ever kissed me and Cho, and she turned out to be a disaster..."

"Ginny, what are you on about?" asked Harry, quite angry.

Ginny suddenly launched her self on Harry, kissing him madly. "It's okay, Harry, I still love you too!"

Harry pushed her off harshly.

"I wasn't singing about you!" He spat.

Ginny was in tears. "Who then?" she asked desperately.

Harry just glared at her.

"It's that bitch Pansy Parkinson, isn't it?" growled Ginny. "I heard Seamus and Dean talking about how you slept with her, but I didn't believe it!"

"Don't say that about her! She's not a bitch!" Harry yelled.

"You've changed, Harry. You used to be so good, you used to be a hero."

"Maybe I don't want to be your hero, Ginny!" Harry growled. "You need to get this freakish first year crush out of you mind"

Ginny erupted into tears and ran up the girl's dormitory.

Harry took a seat again, pretending no one was watching him. It took a couple of minutes before he settled down again.

"Mister Potter," Professor McGonagall stated, turning up by Harry's elbow. "It would seem you have been avoiding me."

Harry spilled hot chocolate down his front. "Of course not, Professor," Harry gushed.

Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow. She didn't quite understand Harry Potter, truth be told. One minute the boy was a Muggle rock star, the next he was a polite young man wearing a sweater.

Harry nervously pushed his glasses higher up his nose.

"I am quite disappointed with your behaviour, Potter. Though Professor Dumbledore doesn't seem that bothered, there is still the subject of your dropping grades."

"I have been trying harder, Miss," Harry said earnestly.

"Yes, well we have a few tests coming up, so they shall tells us if that is true."

Harry nodded somberly.

"Anyway, Potter, I came to inform you that your friends have been invited to have a cup of tea with the Headmaster."

"I'll just go fetch Hermione and Ron then," Harry said, standing up.

"I meant your other friends, Potter," said the Professor darkly.

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"Salutations Harry. Oh, and good, you brought your friends," Dumbledore said happily, looking up from reading a thick book at his desk.

Harry sat down, quite accustom to meetings with Dumbledore. The Slytherins, who Harry had brought with him, looked quite afraid. Blaise was staring at one of Dumbledore's pointy silver objects in a scared disgust, his hands where clasped fearfully on his own bottom.

"Lemon drop?" Dumbledore offered to Goyle, whose hand instantly went to one, before Blaise's hand wacked it away.

"Sorry, Professor Dumbledore, sir, Goyle is on a diet."

"Diet! Why on earth for? Do you know Buddhists believe the bigger a person the happier they are?"

"Still sir, please tell that to Pansy, not Goyle."

"Blaise! For the last time, I will not become a fat man for you," Pansy cried.

Blaise pouted and went back to eyeing Dumbledore's objects.

Goyle took lemon drop from Dumbledore earning him an eye twinkle.

"Did you have a nice holiday Mr Malfoy?" Dumbledore asked serving tea to every one.

"Yes, sir, it was quite pleasant. Why don't you get round to hounding us for Death Eater secrets? I know that's why we are here."

"Mr. Malfoy, I would never ask you to reveal any type of secrets you might have."

"Fine, then sir, I admit it! I stole a bottle of gin from Professor Snape!" shouted Draco losing all sanity. "Are you going to lock me up in Azkaban for it!"

"I think I should get to the point of this visit," Dumbledore said quickly, eyeing Draco with a worried expression.

"Please don't punish the band, sir," Blaise pleaded. "It was my idea, punish me," he added in a slightly seductive air, his eyes still on the pointy object.

"I don't want to punish any of you," Dumbledore said hastily. "I wanted to tell you how very pleased I was by your performance. I think your band might create a bit of unity between our houses. I haven't seen such a ruckus among the houses since 1953. I heard two Hufflepuff and Slytherin students yesterday discussing Muggle music."

"Who was the traitor who spoke to a Hufflepuff? I'll kill them!" Pansy said piously. "Ahh, only joking," she said, noticing the looks of horror.

"Sir, we have a very important show next week. It's at the Hogs Head. We need your permission to go," Harry asked beggingly.

"That's no good," said Dumbledore. "I was banned from the Hog's Head for indecent exposure. You better try to see if you can switch it so you can perform at school, I am sure the students will enjoy that."

"That would be great! Thank you sir!"

"Just one thing Harry, I also quite enjoy Muggle music and was wondering if you could play a song for me."

"Sure thing Professor, what song is it?"

"'Superstar' by the Carpenters."

"The Carpenters?" Harry asked, his face dropping.

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"How are we meant to portray anti-conformism and all things to do with anarchy if we play Carpenter songs?" Draco spat as they exited Dumbledore's office ten minutes later.

"Aren't we meant to portray happiness and love?" asked Goyle.

"I thought we were portraying happiness and the freedom to love," Harry said earnestly.

"That weird, I always we thought we were portraying the happiness one gets when they play round with a funnel."

"Blaise! What did I say about stealing funnels form the potions lab?" Pansy scowled angrily. "You never know where Snapes put them!"

"Ew! Teachers indulging in sexual actives! Yuk!" cried Draco, clapping his hands over his ears.

"I don't know," said Blaise with a glazed sort of look. "Some teachers I wouldn't mind indulging with."

Harry remembered the look Blaise was giving Dumbledore's objects and shuddered in disgust.

"Who cares anyway, I kind of like the Carpenters," said Goyle heading toward the Great Hall for dinner. "They make me happy on the inside."

"She starved her self to death, are you still happy?" asked Draco sourly.

"Well, still happy and kind of hungry."

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The song is Dammit by blink 182, its great to listen to while reading that scene; it was making me fairly … excited.