A/N; Hi!

This chapter is dedicated to Sam the rock-climbing man.

I don't own any of the characters.

Thanks Keri! For being a wonderful beta!

I had something important to say but I've forgotten (story of my life).

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The kiss deepened, making Harry's entire body quiver. He heard a noise vaguely in his head, as if a record was being played a few rooms away. He felt his inner self stroll into the room, the music getting louder, Draco's tongue slipping into his mouth. The music still played in his head, he heard his own voice singing the words faintly to a song, he couldn't recognize it; he couldn't recognize anything with Draco's hands on this body. The music stopped as Draco pulled back searching for air, Harry didn't let go on his face; though he vaguely realised he was being watched. Draco's stunning sliver eyes flickered at the massive silent crowd. Harry felt him self go very red. He hastily let go of Draco's face.

"I think a round of applause are in order," Pansy called, trying to get the crowd to make some more noise. "Not many enemies would form a band and be willing to kiss each other, even if I do still feel a bit on tension in the air."

The crowd clapping grudgingly; most of them still staring at Harry and Draco, Pansy smiled wickedly.

"Who wants a free tee-shirt?"

The crowd broke out again; free stuff always makes people forget things.

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"You little shanks," Blaise smiled an hour later in the changing room. "My pants were tight enough with out you to having intercourse on the stage."

Harry laughed, taking off his top and putting an old tee shirt on.

"We all know you like a free show, Blaise."

Blaise smiled a toothy grin. "What's the point of an unfree show?"

"Will we get paid when we are famous rock stars?" asked Goyle who was polishing his drum sticks.

"Yeah, I supposed so." Draco said removing his own top.

"That's stupid." Harry said, his eyes drifting to Draco's unclad chest. "I don't need money."

"None of us do," said Blaise, putting on a silly looking hat. "We could give the money away."

"Or save it in case we spent all our normal money," Goyle suggested as Pansy slipped in the room.

"You guys, we shouldn't get our hopes up," Draco said, quite reasonable. "We don't even know if we have a contract yet."

"I know," Pansy said her voice perfectly emotionless.

The band stared at her, their faces slack.

"Well tell us then," Goyle said listlessly. "Get it over with."

Pansy stared at Goyle as if she hadn't registered what he said.

"You want to know?" she asked, her face still blank.

"Yes!" said Goyle.

"You really want to know?"

"I swear Pansy, if you don't tell me right now, I will kick the shit out of you!" Blaise said heatedly.

"Maybe I won't tell you then," Pansy said, leering.

Blaise Zabini bounced; he nearly had Pansy by the throat when Harry and Draco restrained him.

Pansy stepped back looking quite confronted. "I never expected a band with a contract to act so rudely!"

It took a second for the news to set in. Draco and Harry, who had been restraining Blaise, yelped with joy. Instead of restraining, the three boys started a massive group hug.

Pansy laughed and grabbed Goyle into a hug. Blaise was squealing in delight.

"Come on you lunatics, Otto wants to meet you," Pansy said as she straightened her skirt.

"Otto?" asked Harry making his way out of the room with the band.

"Otto Rousseau, he's quite big in the Muggle and the wizard world. He is the head of the label we're joining, he is going to make us famous!"

The band walked towards a dumpy stout man who was sitting at the end of the hall at a makeshift table. The students had left, leaving a mess. Mister Rousseau and Dumbledore sat at the table.

"Students!" Dumbledore cried as the reached him. "That brought a tear to my eye! Brilliant! Brilliant!"

"I'm glad you liked it sir!" Blaise said, a little too eager.

Dumbledore patted him on his head, like one would do to a five year old, "You did very well Mister Zabini! Your fingers are quite amazing."

"They can do other amazing things with them professor," Blaise grinned.

"I'm sure they can," Dumbledore looked thoughtful for a moment, before Otto coughed. "Oh… Otto Rousseau, this is Ostentatious by Nature, our resident band. Ostentatious by Nature, this is Otto Rousseau; I shall leave you to it. Good night."

Harry swore he saw him wink at Blaise before leaving.

"Hello," Otto greeted, gesturing for them to take a seat. Otto was dressed in fine muggle clothes, he looked like the kind of wizard who knew his way round the Muggle world. His chubby fingers covered in flashy diamond rings, his dark brown hair slicked back.

Pansy quickly made introductions. "Gregory Goyle," she said, pointing at Goyle, who glared and mutter a greeting. Otto peered at each of them as she did so, as if he was mentally summing them up. "Blaise Zabini." Blaise smiled and shook his hand merrily. "Draco Malfoy..." Draco slipped into stuck up son of a millionaire; he shook Otto's hand rather coldly. "And Harry Potter," he started at Harry a bit longer then the others, his eyes washing over Harry's scar and mop of black hair.

"You are all very gifted musicians," Otto said, in his voice as rich as butter cake. "My label would love to have you aboard."

Blaise let out the 'whoop' they all wanted to say.

"Though, there are a few things we need to sort out, since only Pansy and Goyle are of age, we need parental permission before turning you into rock stars."

Harry, Draco and Blaise stared at him.

"Do you know who we are? Who my father is?" Draco asked rather rudely. "Do you expect me just to cruise into a death eaters meeting and ask for permission to join a muggle rock band with Harry Potter?"

Harry mentally frowned, was Draco embarrassed of him?

"And I can't very well cruise up to my parents and ask either" Harry said resentfully.

"What about your aunt and uncle?" asked Pansy, biting her lip. "They're Muggles, I'm sure they wouldn't mind a muggle rock star for a nephew."

Harry wasn't too sure about that.

"What about you, Mister Zabini?" Otto asked Blaise.

"No probs, my cousin had guardianship over me; Marius loves the idea of me being in a band."

"Well that just leaves you Mister Malfoy and Mister Potter. I'll leave you the contracts your families need to sign, if I don't have them back by next Friday, there won't be room for you at our label."

Harry and Draco glanced at each other nervously.

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"Draco, there really wasn't any reason for you to come," Harry Potter said as he strode quickly down Privet Drive. "I can handle my relatives on my own you know."

Draco walked quickly to keep up with Harry's giant steps. "You're nervous," he told Harry.

"Of course I'm bloody nervous; I've never introduced a boyfriend to my aunt and uncle before."

"I thought we agreed on Crazed Underwater Mammals," Draco said, smirking.

Harry jokingly leered at him. "What If they don't sign it?" Harry asked slipping his hand into the pocket of Draco's dark winter coat. He held Draco's hand.

"Then I'll force them to," Draco stated quite seriously. "I have no problem hurting people who are mean to my C.U.M."

"What!" Harry shrieked. "I am not your cum!"

"It's an abbreviation of crazed underwater mammals!" Draco said, smirking.

"And I thought SPEW was bad," Harry muttered rubbing his forehead.

Harry suddenly stopped in front of a two story house, the number four printed on the mail box. He had forgotten what the house looked like in winter, like a giant frozen box of hate. He shivered slightly and pulled his own coat tighter around him. Draco had wanted to wear cloaks, but Harry didn't know if his aunt and uncle would appreciate that. He didn't know if they would appreciate him turning up on the door step either.

Harry walked somberly up the concert path, Draco on his heels.

He stopped and knocked three times on the door. Nothing happened. He knocked again.

"They must be out," He said shivering in the cool winter air. Draco tried knocking, his pale fist giving off a resounding boom sound.

Harry saw their car wasn't in the garage; he sighed and told Draco they would have to wait out side.

Draco looked like a chicken with ruffled feathers, "I am not waiting outside in the cold!"

He pulled a hair pin from his pocket and it a matter of second the door was open. Harry laughed, he was strongly reminded of Fred and George Weasley, he told Draco this who poked out his tongue is disgust.

Harry walked into the creamy hall way, he didn't bother taking off his coat, when they did return he knew, he and Draco would stay for long.

"Ah…welcome to my home," said Harry nervously, he knew it must have been quite a culture shock for Draco Malfoy. Draco peeped his head into the lounge.

"It's a bit, creamy," he said at last. "Like a cream bomb exploded everywhere!"

Harry laughed. "Hey, do you want a drink?" he walked up the hall, past the stairs, his eyes glaring quickly at the cupboard.

"Sure," Draco said bounding after to him. Draco didn't seem too afraid of muggle homes.

Harry got two glasses out of the dish washer.

"Hey, what's this?" Draco's voice waffled from the hall. "Is there a bed in the cupboard?"

Harry winced, he left the glasses and went into the hall. Draco was on his knee looking into the closet, his eyes blank.

Harry gulped, he was embarrassed about his childhood, anyone in his situation would be.

"They made you sleep in here didn't they?" Draco said not removing his eyes from the small cupboard.

Harry nodded, and Draco looked at him. "You never told me. You never told anyone." His voice was blank.

"We've only been going out for a week." Harry said staring at his feet.

"We were friends first though," said Draco, still on his knees. "Do Hermione and Ron know you lived in a cupboard?"

Harry shook his head. "It's not really a conversation starter is it? Besides I moved up to Dudley's second bedroom when I was 10."

Draco eyes still bore into Harry. He looked back to the cupboard, and being carefully no to bang his head he scurried in.

"Draco, where are you going?" said Harry dropping to his knees and following his boyfriend. With two 16 year old boys in the cupboard there was only enough room for them to both sit on the small bed, their legs crossed and facing each other.

"I like this room better then the rest of the house," said Draco quietly. "Reminds me of you."

"What dusty and cramped?" Harry snorted.

"I was thinking," Draco drawled, "Cute with character." He kissed Harry on the nose.

Suddenly Draco spotted something resting on the selves above Harry's head. His eyes went wide and he made choking noises.

"Draco! What's wrong?" asked Harry, banging him on the back.

Draco pointed to a small group of jars. "You collect jars!" he said his eyes welling with tears from all the choking.

Harry went red. "Well, I know it's kind of sad, but I was always at peace with my jars."

Draco stared at Harry a good long ten seconds, his eyes filled with a distant look of realization before he spoke. His voice quivering. "I collect jars too." And before Harry released what was going on, Draco had engulfed him in a rib breaking hug.

Harry pulled back and released the hilarity of it all, sitting in his cupboard in Draco Malfoys arms. He didn't think life could get any stranger.

Then he heard a noise of a key in the door, he realised that with the arrival of his aunt and uncle, life could get a lot stranger.

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Harry and Draco, once Vernon and Petunia were in the kitchen, snuck out of the cupboard under the stairs. They tip toed to the sitting room, opened the sitting room window, climbed carefully out the window, landed awkwardly on top of each other in the rose bush, where Draco choose a impractical time to crop a feel, much to the horror of Harry's nosy elderly neighbour who was looking out the window at that very moment. Once out of the bush, and once Harry had calmed down a little from being sexual assaulted (though he thought it was rather nice), they stood on the door step and knocked loudly.

Mr Dursley's ugly purple face appeared at the door. "Boy," he said angrily. "What are you doing here, you haven't been expelled have you?"

"No uncle Vernon, I wasn't expelled, I just need to talk to you and Aunt Petunia."

Uncle Vernon sniffed spitefully. "Who are you?" he spat at Draco.

"Draco Malfoy, sir," said Draco standing at his fall height of six foot.

"Draco Malfoy, what sort of a name is that?" said Vernon rudely.

"Better then a nasty common name like Vernon Dursley," Draco drawled.

"I'll have you know my name has history! It was my grandfather's name it was; he was the finest banker in all of England."

"So does mine, sir, I was named after my great great Grandfather who is the most famous dragon slayer in all of Europe, and who had a brief affair with the queen of England, before leaving her because she had a bad case of genital enchantment warts."

Uncle Vernon hissed nervously, "You can't say that out here boy! What if the neighbours hear? Get in quickly, but you both better not touch anything!"

Harry and Draco were quickly escorted to the sitting room, lucky Vernon was too preoccupied with keeping an eye on them to notice the window flapping in the wind.

Harry and Draco both sat stiffly on the couch, Vernon watching them from the lazy boy chair.

"Who was at the door hon…" Petunia stopped mid sentence as she entered the sitting room to find her nephew and a blond boy in her lounge. "What are you doing here?" She rudely asked Harry.

Draco ignored the fact that she had spoken and dived straight into it.

"I need you to sign this document that will allow Harry to start a musical career, he has already signed the agreement that will give him a contract with a music label, he will receive royalties such as school fees and income paid for by the label, as well as any income from record sales," Draco pulled the papers and a quill.

"Music? You want to be a musician?" Petunia asked her nose scrunched.

Harry nodded somberly.

"You learnt to do all that freaky magic and you want to be a normal musician?"

Harry didn't know if his aunt and uncle would approve of the band, he didn't even want to mention other certain life style choices like the blonde he was sitting next to him.

"Will you please just sign it" Draco said, losing his patience. "The sooner you do, Harry and I can leave and never return".

"Never return?" Vernon spat. "If we sign this, the boy will never have to stay here again?"

"Do you think I would let him return?" Draco said raising his chin.

"Draco, I have to come back," Harry said. "Dumbledore knows it my only protection against Voldemort."

Draco sniffed and rose his chin higher. "Don't be silly, Harry, you're coming to live with me in my flat in Diagon Alley. You Know Eho has got nothing on me when I wake up in the morning."

"I don't know if Dumbledore will like that idea," Harry sighed, he wanted so badly to leave his aunt and uncle and live with Draco.

"Who are you?" asked Vernon rudely to Draco. "You obviously know about that silly school the boy goes to, are you an employ of this label, or a lawyer?"

"I go to that silly school with your nephew," snarled Draco.

"And you are friends with him enough to want to live with him?" snarled Petunia.

"Harry is my friend, madam, it would be a pleasure," Draco said cooly. Harry felt a sudden rush of pride that Draco would want to be with him so much. Living with Draco would be kind of nice.

"And what about Dumblyour?" asked Vernon. "He doesn't want the boy to stay here?"

"I'm going to have word with him" Draco said eyes flashing. "Why don't you just sign it, I'll be frank, Harry doesn't need you, you don't need him, you can give him the only thing he has every wanted from you."

"How do I know it isn't a pact with the devil?" Vernon cried. "I'm not signing anything from your kind."

Draco's cold grey gaze rested on Vernon's purple face. "I don't really care what you will or will not sign, I wasn't talking to you," He said. "I was talking to Petunia Evans, Harry's blood relation." His grey eyes swept over Petunia. "His aunt."

Petunia looked shakily at Harry then at Vernon, her bony hand trembling slightly.

"For once in your life women, think about whom he is, your dead sister's son! Do you really hate her that much?" Draco said angrily.

"Don't do it Petunia, they're Wizards! It's the devil work I tell you!"

Petunia picked up the quill and scribbled her signature on the document awkwardly. It was one of the real times Harry ever felt related to Petunia Dursley.

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"I can't believe you!" Harry cried hanging onto Draco's arm as the walked down Privet Drive a few minutes later, Harry's legs where still feeling a bit weak. "I could never had done it with out you!"

"Well I do try," said Draco smugly, smiling at Harry like one would smile at an excited six year old.

"And you were serious about me living with you?" asked Harry going slightly red.

"Of course Harry, we'll need to christen every flat surface in the place of course and with magic that means the roof is well." Draco remarked, putting his arms seductively round Harry's waist.

"What about we christen Privet Drive Park while were at it, I always wanted to have a go at it the bushes."

They both suddenly heard the noise an invisible figure fell over. Harry sighed and Draco darted his head around.

"Whoever that is on guard duty you might as well show your self!" Harry said coolly keeping an arm around Draco; he might have known Dumbledore would never let him leave Hogwarts alone with only Draco Malfoy.

Suddenly the invisible person made them selves clear.

Draco choked and declared, quite surprised, "Professor Lupin!"

Remus Lupin stood on Privet Drive looking a tiny bit awkward. Harry Potter stood on Privet Drive feeling quite disappointed with his old teacher. Draco Malfoy stood on Privet Drive, hoping like heck Professor Lupin (who he always secretly admired) didn't hear him talk about screwing Harry Potter on the ceiling. Of course that got him thinking about humping Harry Potter on the ceiling and he wonder what sort of spell one would use to achive that.

"I am awfully sorry Harry; it's just there wasn't exactly an ideal moment in that conversation to announce my self present." Remus stated quite understandably.

Harry nodded with a slight smirk. "Remus, this is my friend Draco, I've joined his band."

Remus stared at Draco, whose arm was still tightly around Harry, he nodded and smiled. "I gathered from your conversation, friend is an understatement."

"Understatement of the century, Professor," snorted Draco.

"I'm not a Professor any more," said Remus. "I'm Remus to Harry, and any of his 'friends'."

Draco smiled. "Would you like to join us for coffee, Remus?"