Now, as VeryFirstMarauderGirl pointed out and for those of you who have read the First One (the Second Generation of Marauders) I have used Singing Gnomes before. This was, as you might imagine, to prove Hermione's point. Thing are getting boring. But definitely not for long!

P.S. I need Pranks, I still have a store for the ones you guys gave me for the last story, but I need more. Pretty Please with sugar on top? I'll give you a wall-sized poster of Sirius?

THANKS!

Frankie

Last chapter…

They both leaned down to be eye level, with the two teachers. Hermione turned to Sirius, "Was there a year when you suddenly found the pranking you were doing…boring?"

"Yeah…Wasn't there, Moony?" Sirius looked thoughtful. Remus smiled, ruefully, "Yes, 'Mione, there was. That was about the time the pranks became more elaborate, and thus more dangerous. It added something to it. The more dangerous or risky the prank the more fun. I probably should not have said that."

Hermione smiled widely and kissed the two teachers on the cheek. Harry stood behind her, one eyebrow raised. Moony and Padfoot for their part looked just a little bit astonished and confused. Hermione turned and made her way back to her seat. Harry who was still standing behind his father's two best friends leaned down and whispered, "What rumors would fly if I did the same thing! Pads, they all ready think something is going on between us, now imagine that." He laughed and straightened, walking back to his seat, leaving Sirius to explain to Remus what he meant.

So over all, it was quite the sorting feast.

Chapter 6 – Fights, Charlie, and Memories

Harry, Draco, Hermione, and Ron were all sitting in Harry's bedroom (S.G.M. Headquarters), a few hours later. The castle was cloaked in silence, with all put for of its occupants asleep. Harry sat leaning against the end of the bed, Draco head cradled in his lap. Hermione was lying on the bed, running her hands through Harry's hair. Ron sat on the floor, his back to the door.

They were all thinking quietly about the question Hermione had just posed. "What was our next prank going to be?"

She had repeated what Remus said to Draco and Ron. They had agreed: Their pranks had to be more risky or they were going to be booed off the proverbial stage. The need to take it up a nock (or two) and push out side their comfort zone. (Have I used enough clichés yet? No? Hmm). So they were trying to think outside the box! (There that's enough now)

Draco looked up at Harry at the same time Harry looked down at him. They grinned at each other, The Malfoy smirk, actually. Ron looked worried at this and Hermione looked down right terrified. "I know exactly what we can do," they said in unison.

Ron raised and eyebrow. "That was creepy. What would be really creepy was if they had the same idea."

"Charlie." Harry said at the same time as Draco said, "Dragons."

Draco looked at him through narrowed eyes, "Who is Charlie and why is Hermione not suspicious as she should be?"

"Because, Hermione knows him too. Charlie Weasley, he is Ron's gorgeous older brother who deals with dragons in Romania." Ron gaped at Harry, and then gagged forcefully.

Hermione giggled, "he's right, Ron. Charlie is gorgeous."

"Somehow," Ron said looking a little green. "It's sounds better when you say it, 'Mione."

Hermione shook her head, laughing. "Ron, you're such a Homophobe. I'm positive Charlie would like it better coming from Harry, after all Harry is a beautiful man, is he not, Draco?"

Draco smirked. "He is indeed, Hermione, he is indeed."

Harry blushed, while Ron goggled at Hermione, who stared at him. "Surely you knew your own brother was gay? You didn't, did you?"

Harry grinned ruefully, "Charlie probably thought Ron would faint or something if Charlie told him. He told me." Harry's eyes had a far away look in them.

Now, Hermione's eyes did narrow and Draco, whilst sneering, actually growled. "And, How pray tell, did he let you in on the little secret of him being gay, Potter? Did he put the moves on you? Did he kiss you?"

Harry's face went blank and he said coolly, "Did I say anything like that? No, I did not, Malfoy. I merely said he told me, which he did."

Draco stood and looked down at Harry to speak. Now, Harry stood as well. They sneered at each other. Ron quickly stood and pulled Hermione out of the room, whispering, "You don't want to be in a small closed room with both of them angry." He shut the door behind them.

They could hear the shouting from the common room.

"How the fuck did he tell you, Potter?" Draco shrieked. He was right in Harry's face.

Harry leaned in close and hissed, "What fucking business is it of yours, Malfoy?"

Draco's sneer lost a little of its venom and hurt shown from his eyes. "Why the hell won't you just fucking tell me? What, Don't you trust me? After everything that's happened, You don't fucking trust me, Do you? Is that it?"

Draco's eyes were glistening with unshed tears, as he seemed to deflate a little. He turned his back on Harry. Harry stood in shock. "What?" He whispered.

"You heard me." Draco sneering voice said, without his having to turn around.

Harry snapped out of his stupor. He strode up behind Draco and wrapped his arms around the smaller blond, who flinched before turning. Draco looked into Harry face, seeing hurt and guilt and sorrow written there. The raven-haired boy whispered, "Draco, I never want to hear something like that from you again. I trust you with all my heart, and I love you, You and Hermione are a part of me, of my soul. I couldn't live without either of you. I just, I didn't want to upset anyone. If you really want me to tell you I will, but you have to promise me you won't do anything to Charlie."

"Why are you protecting him, Harry?" Draco whispered in a small voice.

"Because, he is one of my best friend's brother and he my friend. Just because he thinks I'm good-looking doesn't mean you have the right to do anything to him. If you're that jealous, you would probably have to kill half of the Gryffindor girls in our year." He lightened his harsh words with that final joke.

Draco blinked and the tears disappeared from his eyes. He smiled (yes and actual smile) and said, "Harry Potter, you underestimate yourself. I'd have to kill have the students at this school…and you'd have to kill the other half."

Harry grinned and pulled the blonde down to sit on the bed with him. "Draco, you wanted to know so I'll tell you. It was the summer before last summer…

!Memory Sequence!

The party the Weasley's were having for his birthday was spectacular. Everyone was there: The entire Weasley clan (including Bill and Charlie), Hermione, Neville, Pavarti and Padma, Luna, Seamus, Dean, Ginny and her newest boyfriend, Ernie, Hannah, and just everyone.

Harry was in the upstairs hallway, taking a break and getting some fresh air from the open window. He thought about his friends and his rapidly developing feelings for a certain bushy-brown haired girl, which he found confusing, but not nearly so confusing as the thoughts he'd been having about Ron's devilishly handsome older brother. He heard a noise behind him and Charlie Weasley, the object of his thoughts, appeared at the top of the stairs. He grinned when he spotted Harry. "Har, how's it going? Like that party?"

Harry nodded, but kept silent as he continued to gaze out the window, avoiding looking at the older man. The redhead chuckle and took Harry's chin in his hand, turning his face so Charlie could look into his eyes. Harry blinked and blushed slightly. Charlie chuckled again. "You know, Harry. You're rather outstandingly handsome. I was wondering, are you gay or straight?"

Harry choked, then laughed himself. He smiled up at Charlie who was probably tow or three inches taller then Harry's own 6'1 frame. "Neither…or rather both. I'm bisexual, Charlie."

The redhead's grin widened and he leaned down close to Harry's ear. "Then You'll be the first person I come out to." He whispered and kissed Harry on the mouth. The kiss deepened, became more heated, and Charlie's hand slipped into the back of the waistband of Harry's pants to cup his arse. Harry ground forward and Charlie moaned in the back of his throat.

Suddenly, Harry pushed him away. He looked slightly hurt and very confused, an adorable look on an already gorgeous face. Harry smiled weakly, "Charlie, The age difference between us is to large, right now, for a relationship and I don't think your family would approve of us just fucking for the hell of it, while they are throwing me a party down stairs."

"Damn," Charlie smiled ruefully. "I guess you're right. Happy Birthday, Harry." Charlie kissed him lightly on the mouth and then he was gone.

!Memory Sequence!

"After that, it was like it never happened, when ever we were with the rest of the family, but when he thought no one was looking he'd wink at me. If we happened to be left alone, he'd smile knowingly, but he never did anything." Harry finished. Draco looked slightly murderous. He began to mutter rather disturbing things about certain curse he knew, until Harry stopped him with a light kiss. "And now, how about we let Hermione and Ron back in, because they both must be getting a cramp from kneeling on the floor to use the extendable ears."

Harry stood and went to open the door, only to find Sirius, Remus, Fred, George, Ginny, and Ron and Hermione listening in on their conversation. "Fuck! Charlie will kill me." He muttered and motion Ron and 'Mione in before sneering at the rest, who grinned sheepishly at him. He growled, "You tell anyone, especially Molly and Arthur, and I will personally hex off you four (he motioned to the four males) ability to have kids and you Miss Ginny, I will turn into a man and do the same to. So, whose gonna run off and tell everyone, hmm?"

They all had gone terribly pale and now they shook their heads and scurried away. Harry grinned, "I thought so."

He turned back to the room at large and, closing the door, put up a silencing and locking spell. They had plans to make.