Harry sat there in absolute silence, picking at course after course of strange new dishes, grateful that after the first course everybody else was too absorbed in their own food to be paying any attention to him. He quickly covered being caught by Draco when the sweet, rich chocolaty mud cake with drunken strawberries had arrived by tapping Blaise on the shoulder while placing a small strawberry on his fork.

"Will there be any dancing after dinner?"

"Dancing? Vincent?" Blaise laughed. "He may not look it, but our dear Crabbe can be alarming old fashioned at times, and is smarter than he looks. When the boy says dinner party, that's exactly what he means. Dinner. Plus, do you think anyone could dance after eating that dinner? Even if you eat as lightly as you do, Miss Sparrow," Blaise chuckled softly, licking the last trace of dessert away from his lips. "Trust me, it's better to leave the dancing till later. Aren't I right, Draco," Blaise laughed, snatching Draco's attention away from his own demolished dessert.

"Sorry, what was that, Zabini?"

"I was just telling Harmony here how lucky she and her cousin are that Crabbe and Goyle won't be dancing tonight," he drawled, smiling amusedly at Draco's wince. "Your cousin's been subjected to enough already anyways. Lucky for him, most of us really don't give that much of a damn about that bloodline crap anymore. Gotta thank Potter for that?"

"What do mean, 'thank Potter for," Harry asked, feeling extremely confused and just a little worried.

"What Blaise is so inelegantly trying to say, Harmony, is that being out from under the thumb of controlling family members who have certain unwholesome allegiances; we are finally able to take control of our own lives. None of us here are prepared to subjudcate ourselves to some insane, delusional maniac who was defeated by an infant and can't even come to terms with himself."

"Well said," Blaise applauded while Draco grinned widely. "We really don't have a problem with muggles as such, just nasty bastards and those with serious attitude problems, like that Granger chick. Seriously, where do she and Weasly get off believing that they can treat us like Death Eaters just because were Slytherin?"

"I don't know, Blaise," Draco answered, "maybe they're just prejudiced bigots. I feel sorry for Potter though. He has to put up with both of them and Dumbledore's machinations." Harry shivered along with Blaise and Draco. He hadn't forgotten or forgiven Dumbledore for the events of the last five years. "Plus, we've had the opportunity to find about some pretty cool muggle stuff. And then there's Vin's muggle mate."

"Speaking about your cousin, he's gotta be the bravest muggle I've ever met. Either that, or the stupidest." Blaise stated, grinning widely at Harry.

"Why is that?" Harry asked innocently. I had no idea, this is all so much to take in, Harry thought to himself, as Blaise laughed.

"That is why." Following Draco's pointed finger, Harry turned in his chair to see Dudley making his way over, closely being followed by Pansy.

"I've come to see how you are doing," Dudley announced, smiling at Pansy who had latched onto his arm. "I hope that they have been behaving themselves around you," he half growled, cracking his knuckles threateningly and directing a pointed glance at both Draco and Blaise, who seemed unaffected.

"They have been perfect gentlemen, Dudley," Harry quickly answered. I think that I want to get to know the real Draco and Blaise. I wonder if I would be able to once I'm back at school? Harry mused, missing the condescending looks thrown at Dudley.

"Did you enjoy all your meal," Dudley obliviously enquired, drawing attention to Harry's barely touched dessert. Harry looked guiltily down.

"Yes, I did enjoy my meal. It was very delicious," Harry answered, laying his fork noisily down in an attempt to drown out Draco and Blaise's snorts of disbelief. Damn it he thought, smiling sweetly at the now frowning Dudley, mind was racing away. They know. Quick, I need to do something, before he comments about my eating habits, again. Trying his absolute best not to gag on the question, he quickly asked, "Pansy, could you show me where the bathroom is please?" Ignoring him, Pansy instead turned to Dudley.

"Come on, Dudders, you just have to meet Millie," and dragged him away from Harry, calling back over her shoulder, "Blaise, do be a sweetie and assist Harmony. See you at the club!" Blaise picked up Harry's hand, apologising for Pansy's rude behaviour, leading him away from the table, informing him that Draco would get their transportation ready and to meet them by the front fountain in fifteen minutes time. Well, Harry thought, I suppose that did work after all. Thank you Pansy. Collapsing into the cubicle, he thanked the stars that the girls didn't use troughs. Wait a minute, he thought, did she just say 'club'? As in 'nightclub'? Oh no. I am so screwed