She imagined a large waterbed covered with a beige quilt. It had a large pink Pikachu on it. "Mmmm." Said Web in appreciation.

On the lamp table next to it was a lamp depicting her favourite "move". To the right of the table was a tank filled with piranhas and small crocodiles. There were also assorted contraception devices. On the left was a full-length painting of her looking very... sexy. Beneath that, on the floor, was a large royal looking bong filled with some sort of overpriced under-quality drug that was actually filling the room with the fumes.

"God, I wish!" said Web, waking herself out of her daydream.

"Aargh!" Web scrambled up onto the quilt. Pikachu's grinning face was splayed over the quilt in –between her legs.

"What the!" The room was the exact vision she had had in her little daydream. "Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay." Said Web slowly. She flung open the mirrored sliding door of her walk-in-robe and found that all her clothes were there, plus many more she had wanted for a while but never gotten.

"All-righty... I like this!" said Web, suddenly feeling like a deity of some sort.

Or maybe it was just the fumes. Still. Web swaggered out onto the carpet.

If Draco was where his parents assumed he was, he would be in the room behind the black and silver door.

'DUN DUN DUN!'

"Shut up." Said Web to the owl.

"Well." Said the owl, flying into a wall.

Web walked carefully, making sure as to not trip on the carpet and fall like an undignified little skanky ho in stilettos until she reached the door. Feeling a sense of foreboding, she checked her mini. No, it was fine. It was not tucked into her G-banger, which was probably showing anyway.

"Ok." Web said reassuringly to herself. She rested her hand on the doorknob; breathing softly and gradually turned the doorknob open.

'Please don't be naked, please don't be naked,' Web begged silently, her eyes closed. She opened her eyes slowly, her hand still resting on the doorknob.

Draco looked deep into Harry's eyes. They were closed and his mouth was puckered in an unexperienced sort of 'kiss me before I faint' position. Draco kissed him. Harry opened his eyes halfway through in surprise. They then kissed again, this time more passionately and for longer. As they pashed Harry's hand slid slowly up Draco's skin-tight white shirt.

"Oh my GOD!" exclaimed Web, still watching in the doorway.

Draco and Harry broke apart quickly, and took in the scene. Web was standing in the doorway looking like an underage prostitute stuck in a high-pitched scream.

Draco ran to her. "Web! I... what are you doing here?"

Web stopped screaming, looked at him, then at Harry, back to him and started screaming again.

Draco clapped a hand over Web's mouth. "Stop now ok? Let me explain."

Web stopped screaming abruptly.

'Ha! Let him explain this!' Web thought triumphantly to herself. Then, as an afterthought... 'AIYEEEEEEEEEEEEE!'

Draco swept Web into his room and slammed the door shut. He gave Harry a 'look' and swung his golden hair back with a stereotypical 'ah, bliss. I kissed HIM' expression on his face. He sat on the edge of his bed and considered Web for a moment or two.

Web's hands flew to her hips.

"WHAT?" she demanded moodily, regretting the skimpy, skankiness of her mini. Harry was ogling her unashamedly.

Draco licked his lips and Web had an uneasy feeling it wasn't directed at her.

"Okay, so I said I'd explain. Well, you see..." He had a nervous look on his face.

Web fixed him with an unhappy glare, one resemblant of someone who has been taken for a ride and has just found out about it. Probably because she was that person.

"Um... well...I'm taken."

"Yes, and if you don't mind!" Harry said in a high voice. He trotted over to Draco, sat next to him and put his arm around him.

Draco slapped his hand and shrugged him away.

"Don't!" he said in a stage whisper, "Can't you see I'm upset?"

Harry shifted uncomfortably, returning his arm to his side and staring pointedly at a painting on Draco's black wall. Draco looked at Web with a ridiculing look on his face. "Men!" he said sulkily.

Web moaned, rolling her eyes to the heavens. "You're… gay!"

"Bi, honey. Harry's gay."

"Oh." Said Web, like this explained everything.

Moments later, "So, what, I guess you're dumping me then?" Web questioned miserably, getting up and walking over to Draco's dresser, which had various photos of Harry playing Quidditch on it.

Draco bit his lip. "Well, I, I just can't see you doing it for me sweetie. I mean, it was good, but... well, it wasn't great. Harry, on the other hand, well, he..."

Harry grinned mischievously. "Hee hee." He said

Draco spread his arms awkwardly. "Hug?" he offered.

Web crinkled her nose in disgust. She modified her stance and stared him down until he dropped his arms and looked humiliated.

"So how long exactly has this been going on?" she demanded, placing her hands on her hips.

"Uhh… just the past… 2 weeks."

"But… that means… you… cheated on me!"

"I… well… yes, that's true." He nodded thoughtfully, went to say something else but Web cut him off.

"AND I SUPPOSE you expect me to shut my trap about this whole thing and go about imagining I didn't see this and that nothing ever happened. When were you planning on telling me? What, was I your little cover up? You told me you didn't have any one since fourth year! You liar!"

"I was going to tell you... but," Draco said slowly, "Hey! I never said I didn't have anyone! I said I didn't have a girl! It was your fault you chose to take that as no partners." At that he squeezed Harry's thigh reassuringly.

Harry beamed and Draco added "And it would be good if you shut up about this whole affair. You see, if Draco's father was to find out about this he might kinda kill us both slowly and painfully or just torture us..."

"Yes, he doesn't take well to gays," said Harry loudly, as Lucius walked through the door carrying steaming cups of tea.