A/N: I suppose I have more than one reason for being upset at fanfuckingfictiondotnet. At the top of my list is the fact that when they went into read-only mode, they did not send me any author alerts so I probably missed a couple chapters from my favorite authors (which there are many of). And how lucky am I? The same day, I put out the last chapter. So don't get confused. Go read the last chapter if you were expecting an author alert and didn't get one.

I'm genuinely sorry that I took FOREVER to get this chapter out. I was a bit preoccupied with another story for fictionpress and my writer's block with this story didn't help. And then my grades started slipping and I figured, hey, I might as well finish the year before I write anymore. I'm begging for your forgiveness. But rest assured, I will update much more frequently now that it is summer time!

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Surely the neighbors would be complaining soon. How could they not? The house was blasting music and there were teenagers crowding the front yard nearly as much as in the house and in the backyard. It was already nine o'clock and still no neighbor had come over to ask them to keep in down. In fact, the young couple across the street had come over to join the at least seventy-five people who were drinking and dancing and acting like fools.

The doorbell rang again. Harry was perpetually answering the door, pushing past groups of people to get to and from the door while all kinds of different music blasted in his ears: Oi punk, oldschool punk, chaos punk, crusty punk, ska, goth, psychobilly, scream-o, black metal, and some other music that people had brought.

I know what died that night, it can never be brought back to life

Once again, I know

I know I died that night and I'll never be brought back to life

Once again, I know

AFI's slow lyrics were a nice break from the fast and loud songs that had previously been played, but they soon became quicker and more emotion-filled. Harry enjoyed the emotion though; it made his adrenaline rush inside of him as his ears throbbed with the music.

He opened the door to a group of greasers with leather jackets, cuffed blue jeans, and greased back hair. More of Ron's friends. Apparently he had invited a bunch of his friends from outside of school and then they had invited their friends. Harry had been surprised to see all the groups of different types of people at his door throughout the night.

The greasers entered, some nodding to him, most barely taking note of him. He closed the door behind them and made his way to the living room, picking up a random cup of beer (obviously someone else's) and downing it, on his way.

The song switched to Minor Threat's 'Straight Edge'

I'm a person just like you

But I've got better things to do

Than sit around and fuck my head

Hang out with the living dead

Snort white shit up my nose

Pass out at the shows

I don't even think about speed

That's something I just don't need

I'VE GOT THE STRAIGHT EDGE

Roncame in through the sliding glass doors that led to the backyard, "Harry, you gotta see it! The straightedgers started a wrecking pit!" Harry followed Ron back out and his eyes got wide at what he saw. There were about twenty people, most of them with big X's on their shirts and hands, that were in a huge, fast-moving swarm of slamming bodies and swinging fists.

It looked as though there was a crazy fight going on so Harry asked, "What happened? Why are they fighting? We have to break it up! Someone's gonna get hurt!" He was feeling frantic.

The greasers stepped outside and at seeing the pit, quickly discarded their leather jackets, revealing t-shirts with bands like 'Tiger Army' and 'Catch 22' on them, and then joined the mass of people. Harry's green eyes widened further. "Harry, tha's the point. It's a wrecking pit. They're not really fighting!" Ron's eyes were lit up with excitement and he said, "I'm going in."

The doorbell rang again. Harry turned away from the wrecking pit and took an exasperated breath and then pushed back through all the goths, ska kids, head-bangers and punk rockers. There was a group of people in a corner who looked to be doing something that Harry saw involved little speckled pills.

Whoever was at the door rang it impatiently again and again until they opened it up for themselves just when Harry was reaching for the doorknob.

"Awful music, Potter."

Splendid, just the person Harry wanted to see. Malfoy and his group of friends shoved past Harry. What was he supposed to do, deny them entrance? They had displeased sneers on their faces that made Harry want to hit them. If he hated the music so much, then he could leave. God knows Harry didn't want them there. Instead, he took another beer.

In the kitchen, Hermione and her friends were hassling some girl who was wearing a blue fur skirt.

"Do you have any conscience? You're wearing an animal!"

"Have you any idea how that fur was ripped from that poor animal's body?"

"Don't you understand that your skirt once had feelings and a language and a life and a family?"

"That animal had to endure such hard conditions, just to be worn around your waist for fashion!"

His head was spinning so terribly, he just wanted to sit down. Too much was happening, or at least that was what it felt like. Malfoy and his friends coming had been the final straw. Harry felt as though he was loosing his grip. The thought of the pale, blonde boy caused him to laugh harshly. 'It's my party. Why did he want to come to some freak poof's party?'

They had progressed to the living room and were standing by the couches, looking at something with disgust all over their faces, or at least those that Harry could see were. Other people in the room were snickering and whispering and Harry could even hear a few catcalls from the backyard. Harry left the kitchen to see what they were all looking at.

Amid a few empty hard liquor bottles, Dean and Seamus sat on the couch, making out passionately. Harry had not heard of their relationship and, even at that point, wasn't sure if there was one at all that went beyond friendship. As much as he enjoyed watching two guys snogging on his sofa, he knew that they would be upset to find that they did anymore in front of all those people. He shifted through the throngs of people who had gathered to watch. He wasn't paying attention to any of them and it was hard to make out their faces, but a lone figure in the corner of the room caught his attention. His eyes wandered briefly over to where Malfoy was standing.

The seemingly flawless boy had his attention fixed upon the two boys on the couch, without an aggressive or disgusted expression marring the perfection. Mere moments passed before Malfoy's gaze slowly drifted up towards Harry. Their eyes stayed glued to each other for only a few seconds before Malfoy dropped his gaze to his shoes, and then quickly up to his friends, leaving the intense moment behind, erasing its existence.

Harry continued through the crowd of teenagers and when he reached Dean and Seamus, he quickly pushed them apart.

"You guys! I'm totally okay with what you're doing but most of these people aren't. And I really don't think you would be doing this if you were sober!"

"Harry, Harry, Harry," Seamus slurred. His Irish accent was a lot stronger when he was drunk, "Ye need to open up to what ye are…."

"You have to let it out, tell the world…" Dean added drunkenly.

"'Tis all about 'The Rebels of the Sacred Heart'…." Which didn't make sense but Harry figured it must have had something to do with Flogging Molly.

They stood anyway and Harry directed them upstairs to his bedroom, where he figured they would be safer.

"Please don't do anything in here that you wouldn't be doing down there…."

"Och, aye, Harry… ye needn't worry…" were Seamus's last drunken words before he passed out.

"Sorry Harry…" Dean slurred, laying down next to Seamus, "I hope we aren't too much of a bother…"

Harry stood by the bed watching them with tight lips for a moment and then turned around and walked down the stairs as if he was walking to his death. The door was opening at the foot of the staircase and he stopped taking his slow and tired strides to stand at the second to last step and wait for yet more people to come in and join the party.

There was a shaggy black head poking through the door and smiling at the party. Sirius stepped in fully and when he saw Harry, lunged at him. Harry's neck was in his grasp and the whole party was watching, quietly as Harry stood on the staircase with Sirius looking fiercely at him.

"What have you done to my house?" He roared over the music that seemed to be the only other thing making noise in the house.

Went to the fish shop

Bop-bop Be-Dop

Went to the chip shop

Bop-bop Be-Dop

Went to the burger shop

Bop-bop Be-Dop

Didn't have a long stop

Harry and Sirius burst out laughing and the people around them who had just been preparing to leave with the arrival of the obvious owner of the house, were noticeably confused. The two embraced, still laughing and then pulled away with tears in their eyes.

"You can tell that they've both had a few too many tonigh'," Ron whispered to Hermione at the front of the queue of people.

Harry and Sirius finally stopped laughing and Sirius said, "Sorry, Harry for stopping by unexpectedly."

The party was slowly sinking back into full swing again, though everyone had been a bit shocked. "I don'tmind, though I'm sure Remus would if he saw this…." Harry trailed off trying to look through the tinted window at the top of the door.

"Don'worry he's in the car… Great party by the way… he's a bit tipsy and I thought he'd be better staying in the car."

Sirius and Harry walked to Sirius's room, which had been locked in order 'to keep drunken teenagers from shagging all over the bed sheets.'

"How's your night been, and…. Why are you here?" Harry asked.

"Oh we need to get more money. The movie was okay and dinner was wicked because afterward Remus ordered this amazing chocolate mousse and drank about four glasses of champagne. But anyway, we want to go to this club that the waiter told us about so we needed to come back for cash."

Harry nodded as Sirius put some money into his wallet.

"So… is that… special someone…. here tonight?"

"Unfortunately—and their not my 'special someone!'" Harry's expression was one of irritation.

"Sorry… so, do you want to point—them—out to me…?"

"No, not particularly." They were back at the front door. Harry opened it and pushed Sirius out, "Have a nice night and don't get too smashed!" And then he nearly collapsed against the door, thinking of Remus and Sirius, of how much they knew, thinking of Draco Malfoy who was suddenly standing so close to him he could smell his expensive cologne mixed with cheap beer.

Harry snapped his head in the direction of Malfoy, "What?" he asked, as Malfoy was looking at him with a disgusting smirk.

Malfoy sneered, "Nothing Potty. I hope you'll come to my party in two weeks so that you can see how things are properly done. Most of your friends wouldn't be used to such a party, as they aren't generally invited to the events at Malfoy Manor. But they are more than welcome to come and gawk at what they are so deprived from."

"You're a shit-face, y'know that, Malfoy?"

Malfoy merely smirked and walked back to his friends.

"Ron, Malfoy just invited us to his next party…"

Ron was in the kitchen, bruised, Harry noticed suddenly, from the wrecking pit. "Are you kidding me? Ha! And he expects you to go?"

"Us. He expects us to go."

Ron fell in to a fit of giggles and Hermione looked on at him as if she wanted to do the same. Ron finally choked out, "The music… it's hideous… and… they all drink tea and wine! And… and they discuss money… and… When is it?" The last three word had been said without his ridiculous giggling and his face was suddenly eager and sincere.

"Two weeks… not sure of the exact day," Harry said, "What's it to you? I thought you said you wouldn't go."

"Ahh…" Ron said, imitating nobility, "That is where you are wrong, my friend. I simply asked how they could dare to expect our attendance."

"Wait wait wait," Hermione cut in quickly, "You're actually planning to go?"

"Why not? I could do some destruction or somethin', y'know, have a bit o' fun."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Wait a moment… what are they doin' here anyway?" Ron asked and then he was trying to pull away from Hermione to go find Malfoy and his cronies.

"Oh no you don't! You're not to be starting any trouble tonight Ronald Weasley! Especially not with the likes of them!"

Harry grinned, glad that he had made friends with such an adorable couple.

Time seemed to go by quicker as Harry sat with Ron's little sister at the kitchen table. They both drank a couple beers, and Ginny kissed him softly on the lips, giggling. Harry, too drunk to care or to realize what he was saying, told her that he would like to get to know her better and she grinned, giggling. And then when he tried to correct things by saying 'because God knows I need more frien's' she fell to the floor in her leopard print skirt and ripped fishnet stockings, not listening to what he was saying, giggling. Harry enjoyed her company nonetheless though and really did want to get to know her better, when he was more sober of course.

Harry excused himself from her presence to use the bathroom and by the time he came out (after pissing and barfing and cleaning himself up) most of the people had left. Malfoy and his friends had left and the Greasers and Straightedgers were gone. There were no more pretty emo or goth boys talking with their pretty freinds. The people in the corner were no longer playing with their pills. The halls were left with nothing but empty cups, beer bottles, and the foul smell of vomit. Ginny was asleep in her arms at the table and Ron and Hermione were cuddled on the couch. The last people there were stuffing their jackets with the remainder of the beer and looking for their date that had probably left with another person. Seamus and Dean were still asleep in Harry's bed and he was in no state to wake them.

Ron and Hermione looked up at Harry when he drifted to sit across from them on the opposite couch.

"Finally out? You've been in there for ages," Ron said, yawning.

"Really?" Harry asked, yawning as well.

"I'm proud of you Ron, you didn't get drunk of your arse this time," Hermione said fondly.

Ron smiled with pride, though his tired eyes took away form the expression a little, "You wou'n't know Harry but I'm worse than anyone here when it come to drinking. Includin' those oafs upstairs."

"'Kay get your sister. We've got quite a job in the morning, cleaning up this mess," Hermione said getting up from the couch and grabbing her cotton, non-sweat-shop-produced 'PETA' sweater. Ron got up too and shook Ginny awake and then carried her out to Bill's car that he had let Ginny borrow (though she didn't have a license yet). Harry made himself comfortable on the couch, as he would be sleeping there that night.

Remus and Sirius came home about fifteen minutes after Ron, Hermione, and Ginny's departure. Harry was grateful that Remus was too drowsy or drunk or both to scream over the state of the house until morning.

Harry knew that with all that he drank that night, he should be asleep. But he just couldn't after all the excitement of the party. Now that he was alone and not trapped in the midst of so many people, he could truly enjoy the night and ponder over how much fun it had been. He kept thinking of all the different parts of the night, or at least what he could remember. It had been like a movie. So much fun and so perfect.

But the scenes that kept replaying themselves in Harry's mind that night were when Malfoy had invited Harry to his party next week and even more shocking, the entrancing event in the living room. Harry thought back to those brief moments of eye contact. Malfoy had been the one to pull away from the connection, and it had been the first sign of weakness Harry had seen in him. The second if he considered what he had actually seen in Draco Malfoy's eyes.

A/N: 'Kay that's it! It's a bit shorter I think, but whatever. Don't mind Ginny too much, 'kay? She's all right, I promise…And for those of you who don't know, straightedgers are people who don't drink, do drugs, or smoke and theysware to never doany of that stuff ever in their lives (though many are reformedusers) and are usually very violent because they hate druggies (and to be honest,most would never be at a party like this unless they were beating the crap out of all the people drinking).

Draco: Finally decided to get this chapter out, huh?

Me: Yeah, but I've been busy.

Harry: What, with John? Is that it, you've been busy with that stupid ugly greaser?

Me: Partly… But I hate him anyway so don't worry about it.

Draco: Ginny better not try anything else with my Harry!

Harry/Your/ Harry? Possessive aren't you?

Draco: Yes, yes I am.

Harry: Good, that's how I like you…

Draco: Mmm… I know…

Me: Uh, you guys, please! As much as I know the readers would love to watch you interaction, could you please save it?

Anywho, review please. I need it to inspire me to update soon. Waaaay sooner than last time. I NEED YOUR REVIEWS!