A/N: Hello! It's hard to explain what I've been feeling about my last couple of chapters, it's like they are the Half Blood Prince of the Harry Potter books. The end is near. I hope you enjoy this chapter, its not as funny as the others, but hopefully you still like it.

Thanks to Keri my beta!

This chapter is dedicated to… (Running out of ideas!) … Um…. David Lange! We miss you!

I don't own any of the characters!

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"So, let me get this straight," Remus said, taking a sip of his Earl Grey tea. "You two, worst enemies, formed a mainly Slytherin, Muggle music playing band, created an interhouse civil war, then brought the houses together by performing Muggle music. Next you got a contract and are about to become rock stars. Of course, you have to force Harry's wizard hating relations, and Draco's Muggle hating parents to sign a contract first."

Harry nodded happily. "Petunia just signed, now we just have to cruise into Azkaban and get Lucius to."

"Easy as seducing Blaise with a pie," Draco smiled, taking a sip of his white chocolate Mochaccino.

Remus Lupin laughed anxiously. "And where, in all of this, did you two become… more than just friends."

"What are you talking about, Remus?" Draco asked, mockingly acting shocked.

"I'm talking about you to wanting to have a go at it on the roof," Remus said, eyebrows raised.

Harry went bright red, as was expected when the closest thing you have to a father talks about you shagging Draco Malfoy on the ceiling. Draco Malfoy, of course, did what was expected of him, and just smirked.

"Don't tell me you haven't tried christening a roof before, Remus," Draco drawled.

Remus laughed nervously. "Of course not," he stated, though the far away look in his eyes suggested otherwise.

Draco smothered a laugh and rubbed his leg against Harry's under the table.

"So what are you two, anyway?" Remus asked, smiling. "I haven't read it in the paper so I presume it's a secret."

Harry blushed. "We're… ah… male associates."

Both Remus and Draco snorted.

"Fine, laugh at my confused state of mind! I can't help it if I like titles, and you obviously don't care if I like boys or Draco Malfoy," Harry said angrily.

"It would be a bit hypocritical of me if I was angry about it," Remus shrugged.

"Remus! You're a bit old for me!" Draco declared jokingly.

"I wasn't talking about that you, cheeky boy," Remus laughed.

"I never knew… you were… Homosexual," Harry said, turning even redder.

Remus laughed, placing his teacup on its saucer. "Harry, is there any need to be so formal? To be young again... everything seems so new."

Draco smirked, his white teeth flashing. "Oh, Harry, and your childlike youth."

"Shhh, Cheeky," Remus scolded Draco. "Don't tease Harry, he reminds me a lot of myself as a young boy."

"I remind you of yourself?" asked Harry, smiling.

Draco smirked again; he crossed his leg and muttered: "I'm afraid to ask who I remind you of."

Remus ignored Draco. "Yes, Harry, you remind me of myself. When I was a young man, such as your self, I stumbled into a band, and I presume had a few adventures and self realizations, such as your self."

"You were in a band?" Harry smiled. "Why didn't you tell me? Who else was in it?"

Remus put on his jacket, throwing a couple of coins on the table. "I was in it with Sirius Black." Remus smiled and locked eyes with Draco. "It was nice meeting you, I hope to hear you play soon." And he left.

"Wow!" said Harry, taking a big sip of tea. "You think you know a man and he tells you something big like that!"

"Bloody hell Potter; are you deaf? Or just mentally retarded?" Draco laughed drinking the last of his white chocolate Mochaccino. "Remus Lupin had a thing with Sirius Black!"

"Don't be silly!" Harry scoffed. "Sirius would have told me! Remus would have told me!"

"Like you've told Hermione and Ron," said Draco with a smirk.

"That's different!" Harry argued; he flinched under Draco's strong glare. "Okay, maybe it's exactly the same, but you know how they are, they'll freak!"

"I thought Goyle would when I first told him, but he didn't, he was okay with it," Draco said putting on his coat.

"How did you tell him?" Harry asked putting on his own coat.

"He caught me and Blaise going at it on his bed."

Harry snorted "I don't think Ron and Hermione would appreciate that, maybe I should write them a letter."

"Harry, that's really sad." Draco said as they left the small café. "All you Gryffindors ever do is write letters," he put of a fake falsetto. "Dear Draco. Please stop following me. I know it was you who stole my underwear. Stop sending me flowers.' Bloody McGonagall doesn't know what she's missing."

Harry laughed sarcastically. "I've already heard about you attempts to win over Minerva."

"The saucy wench turned me down as well," Draco winked. "Though, I've tamed the right Gryffindor now."

Harry laughed and held on to Draco's hand as the marched down the cold England street. "I like to think of my self as a snake charmer anyway."

"And what snake of mine are you hoping to charm?" Draco purred in Harry's ear.

"Shhh, Cheeky!" Harry cried in mock irritation, using Remus new nickname for Draco.

Draco and Harry walked down another long street; Harry suddenly realized he had not idea where the blonde was taking him.

"Where are we going?"

"Azkaban," said Draco, calmly not looking Harry in the eyes.

"Do you think your father will sign?" Harry asked, staring at Draco's pale cheek. "There aren't any Dementors left; he will be in his right mind."

"I know," Draco said, his jaw tightening. "But I have to try."

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Harry waited in a long dungeon corridor. The air, filled with cold and death stung his nostrils. The rickety freezing chair he sat on wobbled, unstable. Draco had been talking to his father for ten minutes, and Harry was worried. He rubbed his arms trying desperately not to think about Sirius, and what life would have been like in here for 12 years.

A grim faced security guard leant against the corridors stony wall; he was wrapped in layers of warm clothes. Harry was quite envious.

Suddenly the room chamber flew open and out hurried a very pale Draco Malfoy, the contract clasped in his hand. Harry saw a brief glimpse of a very skinny blonde, hair in thick clumps, grey robs worn and torn. Harry realized he had gone a brief view of Lucius Malfoy before the door slammed shut. Draco leant against the door, his face deadly pale.

"Did he sign it?' Harry asked, his voice raspy.

Draco nodded. His blonde hair rustled slightly.

Harry breathed heavily through his nose. He swung arm around the pale boy and lead him down the corridor, vowing to himself that neither one of them would ever return to Azkaban.

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After flooing from Azkaban, exiting the Ministry of Magic where the only portal to the prison was, then stepping out onto the deserted city street, Draco promptly threw up in a rubbish bin. Harry tried his best to comfort him, though there was little he could do besides rub Draco's back and tell him it was okay. Harry felt like being sick as well. He felt it crawling up his throat, but he forced it down. Draco needed him.

"What happened?" Harry asked desperately.

Draco's grey eyes melted till it seemed his silver tears that streamed down his face used to be his very eyes. "He signed it," he choked. Harry knew better then to ask what went on in Lucius's cell.

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"So it's finally official," Pansy squeaked happily that afternoon. "I just got off the floo with Otto; we're going to record Absinthe Kisses for our first single. Then in the Christmas holidays, only a few weeks away, we're going to record the album!" She hugged Goyle enthusiastically.

"You better get writing, mister," Blaise smiled at Draco, whose head was resting on Harry's shoulder.

"Yeah, we want you two to produce many lust filled harmonies." Pansy smiled as she waltzed with Goyle round the empty class room.

"About penguins!" Blaise jumped excitedly. "And rabbits!"

Pansy sneered at him. "Shut up fool, I want to hear songs about the sex and the desire."

"Pansy that's horrid!" Goyle warned. "I prefer Blaise's idea of writing songs about small creatures!"

"That's just sad," mumbled Draco into Harry shoulder.

"I liked the sex and desire," Harry joked entwining their legs.

"Too sleepy," Draco breathed, his breath warm on Harry's neck.

"Look I even made up a penguin tune my self!" Blaise said loudly grabbing his bass and throwing it over his leg. He plucked the strings, as if a happy penguin was wandering over an ice berg.

Pansy, Goyle and Harry burst out laughing, even Draco laughed a bit.

"That's really good!" Pansy laughed. "It sounds like a penguin!"

"Okay, Goyle, can you use your drumsticks to make a pattering sound on the drums?" Blaise asked, his fingers still twanging the strings.

Goyle sat at his drum kit with a laugh, his brushes sounding like little penguin feet.

"Great!" Blaise cried gleefully. "Draco, pick up your guitar you lazy sod! Pick the same notes as me, there you go! Now F. Sharp, great, okay Harry, repeat these lyrics after me, okay?"

"What do I do?" Pansy asked dejectedly.

"Umm," Blaise looked thoughtful. "Ah… Dance around like a skanky penguin!"

Pansy shrugged then started popping and twitting round the room, making the boys snort in mirth.

"Okay Harry, after me, 'I'm a little Penguin,'" Blaise said, trying to keep the smile off his handsome face.

"You're joking right!" Harry snorted.

"Come on Harry!" Draco encouraged, his fingers playing the tune he picked up quickly.

"I'm a little Penguin," Harry laughed.

Pansy let off an animated wobble.

Harry followed the rest of Blaise words, till he learnt the small song off by heart.

"I'm a little penguin, Smarmy to the bone,

With tiny wings on which with I've never flown,

I love chasing small children and eating their cookies,

I'm a little Penguin, obviously lacking knees."

"Blaise, this is ridiculous!" Harry cried, tears of hilarity sprinkled in his eyes.

"Again! Again!" cried Pansy, who laughed insanely while lighting a smoke.

Draco smiled ruefully at Harry who started singing again, happy that things had finally started to look brighter.

Hermione abruptly burst into the class room, followed by a sweaty looking Ron.

"Harry!" she cried, her voice high pitched. "Dumbledore needs to see you immediately!"

Harry stood up swiftly. Blaise and Draco's guitars hung; the last note Goyle had tapped still echoed around the room.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked, trying to sound calm, even though he was thrown by Hermione's state of panic.

"The Death Eaters are on the move, its seems…" Her voice broke suddenly. "The war's finally begun."

The silence among the band screeched loudly in Harry's ears. Pansy sucked heavily on the cigarette, Goyle placed his drum sticks on the top of the drum, Blaise ran his fingers in his dark hair... And Draco's pale hand was placed on his Harry's shoulder.

"Better go visit Dumbledore," Goyle said, his voice gruff.

"We all knew it had to start some time," Pansy said, her voice sounding far away.

"I need to scratch," Blaise said frankly.

"Blaise!" Pansy cried angrily. "You always ruin everything! The war's beginning and all you can talk about are your itchy balls!"

Blaise scowled at her. "If you had balls you would understand that my need is more dire then that of the wizarding world."

"I'll talk to you later," Harry said at Draco, ignoring Pansy and Blaise. Harry wanted to hug Draco but he didn't think Hermione and Ron would quite understand, he had told them the kiss at the concert was a dare. He gripped Draco's arm. "Later." He smiled and exited the room with Hermione and Ron.

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Harry wasn't surprised to see the band still in the empty class room. He had only been with Dumbledore half an hour. Snape had told Dumbledore everything and Dumbledore had then explained to Harry what he had to do. Harry understood perfectly. But he was a bit anxious, anyone would be. What worried Harry more was that the senior Malfoy had escaped from Azkaban. Only thirty minutes after Draco had been in his cell. Harry trusted Draco. He knew he would never betray him for his father.

"By gosh Harry! You look like you aged a decade!" Blaise cried in alarm when Harry stepped into the class room.

"He's lying," Draco said, his eyes filled with worry. "He told us he was going to say that five minutes ago."

"I thought it would make the whole situation more dramatic!" Blaise said earnestly.

"What did Dumbledore have to say?" asked Draco as Harry took a seat next to him, his arms wrapped oddly round himself.

"Nothing I couldn't have worked out by my self, the war has begun."

"Dun dun dun!" Blaise added dramatically.

"Blaise! Why do you have to be such a pig all the time!" cried Pansy.

"Oh, come on, Panse! Relax! What sort of life would it be if we didn't unwind now and then?" Blaise cried.

"Blaise, a civil war has just started!" Pansy cried irritably.

"Well, I've got a different idea about all this," said Blaise thoughtfully. "What if it's all just some crazy propaganda the ministry has made up, like Santa or …"

"That's stupid, Blaise!" Pansy said angrily. "You think every thing is propaganda! From carrots to the birth of Merlin! Calm down for a minute!"

"I can't help being paranoid!" Blaise said, equally angry. "I bet the Ministries are onto me, aren't they!"

Harry and Draco glanced at each other, trying not to laugh.

"Blaise, you're just being stupid!" Pansy cried, crossing her arms. "Next you will accuse us of being evil robots!"

Blaise's face fell.

"I so bet you all are," he said suspiciously.

"How was the meeting?" Goyle asked, ignoring Blaise. "Nothings happened, has it?"

Harry shook his head; he still looked strangely detached. "Voldemort's Death Eaters are on the move… and… and… Draco, I need a word." Harry looked at his feet; like he always did when he was nervous. He had no idea how Draco would react to the news about his father.

"We will leave you then," said Pansy grimly, standing to exit the room.

Draco, whose eyes were also staring at his feet, said, "If Potter wants to break up with me, he can do it in front of you guys." Each syllable rang with bitterness.

"I don't want to break up with you!" Harry said angrily, he grabbed ahold to Draco's arm. "Nothing could ever make me want to break up with you!"

"Then what did you want to say Potter?" said Draco, still angry.

"I think we better leave," Goyle said awkwardly.

"Stay!" Draco barked angrily.

"This really is quite awkward," Blaise said uncomfortably.

"Stay!" Draco barked again

"Draco it's your father!" Harry said, sounding drained. "He's escaped!"

"I think we should leave," Pansy said, ushering the others towards the door. Draco looked like he was about to throw up again.

"I'm so sorry, Draco," Harry cried as Pansy and co left the room. He tried to get Draco to look him in the eyes, he held on desperately to Draco's arm. "Look at me! Goddamn it, Draco! Tell me what you're thinking!"

Draco's pale face turned and stared at Harry as if he realized for the first time he was there.

"Harry, he's coming to kill you," he said, his voice flat. "Don't lie to me and pretend everything's fine; he's on his way, I know it! I feel it in my bones." Draco suddenly cupped Harry's cheek. "I told Lucius, I told him about us, he knows every thing, Voldemort knows everything."

"Shhh, Draco, it doesn't matter, you're safe. I'm going to kill him! I'll kill both of them."

Draco brought his other hand up; he ran his fingers through Harry's hair.

"How can you be so brave all the time?" Draco asked, tilting his head.

"How do you keep your hair looking prefect all the time?" Harry joked.

Draco laughed. "I was being serious!" he told Harry.

Harry shrugged, he went to place his lips on Draco's cheek, but then stopped, looking confused.

"You can kiss me without having a reason to," Draco smiled while watching Harry closely.

"It's not that," Harry began. "It's just, we couldn't of had one of those easy non dysfunctional relationships could we?"

Draco smirked as he captured Harry's bottom lip. "Where would the fun be in that?" he breathed.

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Pansy Parkinson sat on the end of Draco Malfoy's bed. Her foot twitched irritably in the darkness. Every one else in Slytherin was asleep besides her and Draco Malfoy, who was ignoring her completely. He was putting on his pajamas.

"Have you talked to Harry?" she asked in a whisper.

"Yes," Draco whispered briskly.

"Are you okay?" Pansy whispered.

"Yes," Draco replied in hushed tones.

"Are you and Harry okay?" Pansy asked as Draco jumped into bed.

"Never better," Draco drawled quietly, pulling the covers over his shoulders, leaving his back to face Pansy. "Now go to bed."

"Do you love him?" whispered Pansy.

Draco rolled over hastily to face her, his grey eyes shining in the darkness of the Slytherin boy's dormitory.

"We've only been dating for a while; we haven't really had any dates even!" Draco whispered.

"Unless you count him going with you to visit your criminal father in prison," Pansy whispered sarcastically.

Draco groaned. "Don't even talk about Lucius, I am too angry at him right now."

"Harry's really important in this war, you know," Pansy sighed.

"I know," whispered Draco.

"Do you love him?"

"Love is such a strong word," Draco breathed. "We're friends, and I find my self uncontrollable attracted to him… and…"

"What else," Pansy whispered eagerly.

"He's sweet and cuddly," Draco smiled.

Suddenly a ruffled looking Blaise Zabini toppled out from his four post bed.

"Hello mister floor," he moaned, getting to his feet.

"Shhh!" Pansy hushed. "Come here, sleepy head!"

Blaise tumbled over to Draco's bed; he jumped up and rested his head on Pansy's shoulder. "What are we talking about?" he asked fuzzily.

"Harry Potter," Pansy whispered.

"Oh, like in forth year when we used to plan out his death late at night?" Blaise said rubbing his eyes.

"No; like this year, when Draco is madly in love with him!" Pansy smiled.

"I am not madly in love with him!" Draco said defensively.

"What is all this ruckus about?" asked a weary Goyle, peeking out from behind his curtains.

"We are having a convention!" Pansy said, happy not to have to whisper anymore.

Goyle sighed angrily and untangled himself from his sheets. He came over and joined the Slytherins on Draco's bed.

"You know I didn't invite any of you over here?" Draco said crossing his arms.

"Pfff!" Blaise spat. "I brought snacks!" He pulled a bag out from under Draco's bed.

Draco looked fascinated. "What sort of snacks?" he asked spuriously.

"Half a block of chocolate and a bag of toffee I found under your bed," Blaise smiled happily at Draco.

Goyle snatched the bag of toffee off Blaise as he sat heavily down.

"I'm cold!" Pansy complained, stuffing her legs under Draco's blankets.

"What is this, a communal bed?" Draco asked scornfully.

"Shhh!" Blaise silenced them. "I can hear footsteps coming toward the dormitory, I bet it's that good for nothing Theodore Nott trying to steal my undies again!"

The Slytherins waited in the darkness in silence, the door to their dormitory slowing creaked open, though even in the darkness they all could see no one was there.

"What are you lot doing here?" Harry Potter asked loudly his head suddenly hanging in mid air.

Blaise screamed and fell promptly off the bed.

"I knew you had an invisibility cloak!" Draco whooped happily.

Harry smiled toothily.

"Well, throw the thing off and join us in an Ostentatious by Nature picnic," Blaise said sitting back up on the bed.

Harry, well his head, went bright red. "Well…. Ahh… the thing is…. I kind of expected… Draco to be… alone."

"Oh my god Potter! Are you naked under that?" Pansy laughed loudly.

Harry went even redder.

"Ohhh! That's so sweet," Draco smiled beautifully. "Harry I'm touched."

Harry mumbled something along the lines of 'that was the idea'.

After Harry had carefully maneuvered the clock, so he managed to slip into Draco's bed, next to Draco with only flashing Goyle, Pansy and Blaise a handful of times. He rested his head on Draco's shoulder and enjoyed the first night of the war, relaxed and with his friends.