Disclaimer: My name is Jade, I am not paid, for anything I write. So do not sue, I swear it's true! Is J.K. Rowling in sight? Silrena is mine, and isn't she kind? Not to mention the broom. It is the Silver Mist, and I'll be very pissed, if you steal it and you'll go kaboom! (Ain't it spiffy?)

Warnings: Slashity slashity slashity slashity!

A/N: Ok, I'm making these shorter 'cause no one is reading them. I can tell because no one is answering my questions. Dedicated to K.Krum! My (newly appointed) beta!

Chapter Five: It's Tuesday night at 9!

Draco and Harry put down their glasses. Suddenly, their world was filled with different colors. A midnight blue enveloped Draco, and he realized what Harry had done.

"Harry, why… what… isn't it obvious?" He was stumbling badly, but the brunette understood him, and noticed the same color surrounding himself.

"Draco, I had to be sure! I needed to know if this was actually going to be possible. I don't want to wander aimlessly into something I'm not sure will work out. But does it really matter? It turned out okay, didn't it? Now we don't have to worry about anything!"

"Not worry about anything? Are you a bloody maniac? This brings into play so many problems! Why couldn't you have used the potion later! Do you know the effects of this?" Harry blushed, and shook his head. The blonde may be infuriated, but he couldn't help thinking that Harry looked adorable.

"You're telling me, that you, Harry dear, didn't read the side effects?" Draco was attempting to stay calm, but to no avail.

"Er, well, no, I didn't think there were any…" Harry tugged on his collar.

"Well, hon, there are a few side effects that are to be concerned about. Not that I mind them, I must admit, but still… It will be difficult getting along now, with the given result."

"Draco, I don't understand…how would this make it difficult?"

"The effects of the potion are simple, and they depend on the result. Since our colors were matching, our effects are going to be full blown. It will become difficult to be apart for long periods of time… You have basicly just made us inseperable, to a point." Harry looked startled and unsettled. "Don't worry, not to an extremity, but we will have to spend more time together, even at school. This may prove to be a bit difficult."

"I am a bloody git. How could I do this to you?"

"To me? You are worried about me? What about you?"

"I have just made you an extreme target! People can use you against me! I'm so stupid. I have just ruined your life!" Harry put his head in his hands, and furrowed his brow. He only looked up to see Draco laughing. "You're laughing? Laughing! How can you be amused by this?"

"Harry, I can't be in anymore danger than I am now. The death eaters are after me too, remember? I was more worried about the public. Can you just picture it? Harry Potter, out of the closet with convicted deatheaters son. You are going to be in the limelight even more than you are now. Don't give me that face, because it is possible. Just wait. You'll have to avoid Collin with every fiber of your being! He'll be stalking you! Not to mention we will have to share classes and…"Draco quieted and flushed. "And rooms."

"I don't think I'd mind that. As long as there are separate beds…well, for the moment anyway…" Harry gave a shy smile, and looked at the carpet.

"Ya, that could be arranged. I don't know where we could stay though…I don't think our houses will be to keen on letting us in once this gets out. We should probably go to," he swallowed, "Dumbledore and tell him what is going on." He found if difficult to admit he needed the old kook (sp?) to help him. Nevertheless, it's what needed to be done.

"Well, we might as well see him now. I'll just write a note to Sirus and Remus…" Harry quickly wrote a note to his godfathers. "Well then…we better get going." He grabbed a handfull of floo powder, and jumped into the fire, clearly stating, "Hogwarts Headmasters Office!" When he arrived, he felt a sudden pain, that couldn't be pinpointed to any certain area. He fell to the floor hugging himself. Dumbledore came over hurriedly trying to help his student, but nothing happened. Draco then stumbled into the office, gasping for breath.

"We are never, ever, doing that again…. Not in a million years…" Harry moved over to him, and attached himself to Draco's stomach, refusing to let go. And of course, Dumbledore had that damn twinkle in his eye. After a few minutes of silence, Harry regained his composure.

"Hello Professor Dumbledore. I assume you already know what's happening, so you might as well tell us what we should do about it." Harry stared at the headmaster blankly.

"Harry my boy, I haven't a clue of what you are talking about." Damn twinkle.

"Yes you do. And I don't feel like explaining. I don't have the patience. Neither does Draco. Could you PLEASE just give us a solution?" Harry's impatience was quickly getting stronger, and Dumbledore let out a happy sigh.

"Sour Lemon Drop?" Both boys accepted, cringing as they put the candy in their mouth. "Yes, it's a new candy…I find it rather delightful. Rooms in the dungeons have already been prepared. They are attached to Professor Snapes rooms." Albus said this calmly, and awaited Harry's inevitable objection.

"SNAPE?" Both Draco and Harry yelled the name, Draco in joy, Harry in… well he was just plain pissed.

"Professor Snape, Harry. Yes, I know you dislike him intensley Harry, but I think this is the best. And I have both of your O.W.L. scores." Albus handed them each an envelope, Draco got all Outstandings and Excellents, and Harry got those and a Poor in History of Magic. He was surprised to find that he had made it into N.E.W.T. level potions. Well at least I have my own personal tutor now! Harry couldn't help but think. He looked up at Draco and pointed to the O next to potions. Draco kissed him quickly before looking back at Dumbledore. "You, not by my hand, have qualified for the same classes as each other, assuming Mr.Malfoy has decided to not take History of Magic." Draco nodded. "In that case, you have nothing to worry about. I am also going to be telling your friends for you. Mr. Malfoy, are you aware many of your friends have decided to reject their future as death eaters due to your treatment? No? Well, they were rather worried. They will be informed as well. Harry, let me finish, please. I will be telling them, because, and I think you will agree with me, that they will take it, how should I put this, rather upsettingly." Harry raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything. "Good, no argument. Harry, I shall be informing your friends tonight. Best let them have the night to reflect. Don't want them to be upset with you at the party…" Shit! I forgot that it's Harry's birthday tomorrow, Draco thought. "So, I'll let you both be going now." Dumbledore smiled.

"Er, Professor Dumbledore sir? Could I, er, talk to you alone for a minute please?" Draco looked incredibly nervous. But Harry didn't comment on how the sweat running down his boyfriend' cheek looked…

"Sure, Mr.Malfoy.That would be no problem." Draco went up to Harry and gave him a hug.

"I'll be back in a few. You go back now. And get me some unpotionized iced tea, would you?" He smiled at Harry, and the brunette flooed back to Grimmauld Place. "Professor, as you know it's Harry's birthday tomorrow." Dumbledore nodded. "Well, since I have been cut off from my family's accounts at Gringotts, I was wondering if I could borrow a camera? I have an idea for Harry's present…" Again, the headmaster nodded, and motioned for Draco to continue. "Um, I also wanted to know if you could possibly arrange a visit to my mother for me? I haven't seen her in quite a while, and I would like to see her." Draco was still nervous, and was sweating more profusely.

"Draco, you needn't be nervous when you are with me. You will ruin the new clothing Harry has bought for you," he chuckled, and then continued. "Here is the camera you requested. I will do my best to set up a safe visit for you and your mother. Also, I have come up with a way that you can talk to your friends without owls." He gave the blonde a notebook. "These pages are enchanted to send whatever you write to the person of your choosing. Pansy, Blaise, among your other friends each have one. Just write the name of the person you want to write to directly. If you wish to speak to all of them, write down all of their names. The book will grow hot when you have a new message. Take care of it. I suggest you don't use it until I tell them about you and Harry, though."

Draco said thank you, and the two said goodbye.

When the blonde returned to his new home, Harry was sitting in the living room looking at the strange box Draco had seen earlier. His icetea was on the coffee table.

"What the bloody hells are you staring at that box for?" Draco titled his head to the side in confusion.

"Wha-? Oh! Ya…I forgot to tell you about the telly. Um, this is called a television. Say it now. Tel-ih-vi-sion. There we go! This is the other muggle machine I was telling you about. When you turn it on, these different shows, or movies come on the glass part of the box. Just like a play. During the shows, there are things called commercials. They advertise muggle products. Get it?" Draco tilted his head further. Harry sighed and continued. "Here, why don't you just watch?" Draco shook his head.

"I think I'll just walk around." He took the camera, and made sure that there was no flash. Quickly he took a picture of Harry laughing at the…what was it? Tellyvitchen? No…ummm…Tellivisit? The hell? O ya! Television…

Draco went up a few flights of steps until he got to Sirius and Remus' room. He knocked on the door, and heard a quiet, "Come in." Tentatively, he peeked his head through the opening.

"Draco! So you guys are back, hm? Come on in already." Draco closed the door behind him, and took a look around Harry's godfathers' room. It was different then he expected. He thought it would be red and gold, all out Gryffindor. He was surprised to find the décor and walls were all rich blues and greens. The room was rather stylish, actually. "Admiring our chambers?" Draco stumbled out of his thoughts and looked up at Remus.

"It's gorgeous!" Remus laughed brightly before motioning for Draco to sit. The boy chose a deep midnight blue velvet chair. "I, um, was wondering if you could help me with a last minute present to Harry from me." He shifted awkwardly. "I wanted to make a collage of different pics of him, me, and us together. I borrowed a camera from Dumbledore. I wanted to know if you could sneak, well not sneak, but try to get a few pictures of us together and seperately when we look good?" Draco looked pleadingly at Remus.

"That would be fine, Draco. Thoughtful gift. Harry always has been a sucker for the homemade ones." The blonde blushed, before thanking Remus and turning to leave. Before he walked out, the man called to him. He turned around. "Draco, do you honestly care for Harry? Do you truly love him?" The werewolves eyes were intensely serious.

"Of course I do. Malfoys always have true intentions. When it comes to love, anyway." He grinned and left.

"Who was that Remus?" Sirius walked out of the bathroom, dripping wet, in only a towel (a/n hehe…)

"Just Draco. He asked me to help him with his present for Harry." Remus' eyes scanned Padfoot. "Just out of the tub?"

"Ya. Haven't let the water out though…why?" He looked perplexed.

"O, no reason…" Remus looked mischevious, with a passion in his eyes.

"Now what are you thinking Remus?" Sirius was starting to catch on…

"Me? Why nothing! Why would I plan anything?" Immediately after saying this, he jumped off his bed, kissed Sirius, and started pulling him back into the bathroom. The clicking of the bathroom lock was the last thing heard…

As promised, throughout the rest of the day Remus and Sirius snapped pictures of the young students. By the evening, they had about 25 amazing pictures. Draco asked them if they could get some black velvet material, along with green and blue ribbon. They nodded and told Harry that they were going to do some shopping and pick up some dinner. Once they had left, Harry realized that it was 9pm.

"Oh my god! It's Tuesday! And it's 9 o'clock! Do you know what this means? HOUSE IS ON!" Harry started jumping for joy, before running to the television and turning it to FOX. "Draco, this was the show I was telling you about earlier! It's absolutely amazing! It's about this doctor, House, who is the leader of this team of healers who all try to figure out all of these weird cases that the other healers can't! You'll love it!" And so the rest of the night was spent watching House, drinking iced tea, and eating loads, and loads of chocolate. And did I mention kissing?

A/N yay! Chapter done! Sorry this is a few days late. On Friday I was supposed to finish this chap, but I just had to see The Corpse Bride. And my dad's computer crashed, so I couldn't work on it there. So I'm back at my moms and here you go! I STILL NEED A TITLE! REMEMBER! YOU GET A PICTURE OF DRACO AND HARRY KISSING!

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Pixichik: no problem about the overdose on reviews! Glad you like the story!

K.Krum: I loooove you! Harry was not slipping Draco rufies! But that's a good idea…

Gorgeousbowneyes: Yes, it will continue to school. Silrena is in her late twenties. As for the next question, maybe! I'm not going to tell. No, Draco doesn't have money, as seen in this chapter. Thanks for the homemade idea! Lots of extra chocoalte cinnamon cookies!

AtadObsessive46: I love RENT soooo much! Please don't be lax in reviewing! I need criticism. I eat a healthy dose of it a day to keep in shape! So be honest! Glad you like the story!

Draco: I'm so smart coming up with that idea for Harry's birthday!

Harry: You have an idea for my birthday! Really? What is it?

Draco: If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?

Harry: meh. Grrrr.

Me: Daw. Stupidity! goes off and looks at scene with sirius in towel…

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