HOORAH! Chapter 8!

"Potter?" Malfoy's voice was soft and sounded a little breathy.

The boy sat up and looked at him, bewildered. "What?"

"Here," with a smirk he handed the other boy the bag and left.

I'm so glad it wasn't real! Harry said in reference to the half-dream he'd been having.

&Back a moment and in Harry's half-dream&

"Harry?" Malfoy was sitting at the end of his bed, arms wrapped around his knees.

"What?" Harry cracked an eye and looked at the Slytherin from his curled position.

"I," Malfoy got onto his hands and knees, "want," he moved forward, allowing Harry to roll onto his back, "you," Harry was stunned but Malfoy continued his ascent, "so," he came face to face with the other boy, "much," and then he pressed their lips together, laying down on top of the Boy Wonder. They kissed themselves to death. Pressed against each other and Harry knew his hands were holding the other boy in place. "Do," Malfoy's lip were gone for a millisecond, "you," he moved his head to the side and returned to kissing, "want me," he rotated his head the other way, "too?"

Harry looked into the dark silver eyes and nodded, breathless. In the instant the dream Malfoy got off him and smirked evilly. "I hope you don't mind but I'm not really interested in you, goodnight Potty."

&Into the jet-stream of occurrences again&

Harry laid on his bed and looked at the ceiling, separating the two different series of events. One perfectly normal (what actually happened) and one bizarre and humiliating but not un enjoyable at first.

"Do I-? Am I-? I'm going loony," Harry put a hand to his forehead and let out a deep sigh. "Kill me Voldey, right here and now."

&The Next Morning&

"Morning all," Ron smiled as he walked in to the kitchen, his hair was wet and he smelt clean.

"Good Morning," Blaise greeted him sweetly and offered a bagel from the plate sitting in front of him.

"Thanks," Ron nodded and sat down next to the Slytherin. Blaise was reading the Prophet, more specifically the gossip columns, and eating a small bowl a fruit.

"How'd you sleep?" Blaise asked, looking up for a second from the piece.

"Fine, got up early and showered, just came down for a spot of breakfast then I planned on waking up Harry," Ron said, spreading cream cheese on the grain product.

"Sounds good, oh my gods," Blaise said the last bit in response to an article that caught his eye. He sounded incredibly amused though, which was odd.

"What?"

"Looks like Lucius Malfoy has a mistress don't it?" Blaise moved the paper over for him to see and the picture with the short article looked very incriminating. He was standing with a gorgeous young woman, no older than twenty in a short sun dress as they walked through Diagon Alley, he was smirking and she was beaming.

"Yeah, who is she?" Ron asked. The caption read Lucius Malfoy takes his concubine, an unknown young woman, for a stroll in public Ron found this amusing.

"Her name is Vivian Illix, she's Dorian's older sister. She spent her whole life in Sparta so no one really recognizes her. They'll realize it by tomorrow, how obvious it is she's related to Dorian, and they'll print another apology." Blaise smirked.

Lucius Malfoy, married to Narcissa Malfoy daughter of the Black family, was seen on Sunday escorting a barely legal young woman around Wizard London. The woman has not been identified but when Mrs. Malfoy was asked for comment this reporter only barely managed to escape the premises before she hexed them. The son of the Malfoy couple, Draco, has been sent to an unknown, remote location by Hogwarts school and could not be reached for comment on the photos or accusation. This reporter personally feels it is an incredible disgrace to the Malfoy name for Lucius to be seen with such a tart. –Rita Skeeter.

Ron let out a laugh and shook his head. "Let's wake up those two loafers and see what there is to be done today," Blaise stood, popped a slice of pineapple in his mouth and left.

Sitting in the same seat Ron took a large bite from the bagel and flipped to the front page of the Prophet, hoping Zabini wouldn't mind. Upstairs Blaise passed his own room and went to Malfoy's. He knocked once, twice and a third time before finally opening the door and letting himself in.

"Morning Drakey-poo," Blaise stood in the doorway, letting his senses readjust to the stark black and white contrast of the room. He moved in and shut the door behind him. In the centre of the room was a large bed with black covers, sheets, pillows and hangings and in the middle, curled around a huge black pillow was a pale white figure, his white hair scattered over the pitch blackness of the bed.

Malfoy appeared not to hear and continued sleeping. Blaise walked over, past a black and white couch and seated himself on the bed. "Draco, it's nearly eight thirty, wake up," he prodded the boy in the arm. Instead, Malfoy rolled over and returned to sleep. Blaise leaned over, his mouth close to the heir's ear.

"DRACO!"

"Fuck! What's happening?" Draco bolted up and looked wildly around.

"Good morning," Blaise slid off the bed and smiled.

"Bastard," Draco said and laid back down.

"Come on, get up, Snape'll be here in an hour," Blaise had seen the note in the lounge area that morning. "He's got something important to tell us," nothing happened, "I'll get you some dark chocolate if you wake up," Malfoy turned his head and calculated his options.

"Okay, for the chocolate. Tell the elf I want some toast and a huge cup of coffee," Draco stood up. He had his black silk pajama pants on and no shirt. Blaise smirked at him and nodded.

"Right away oh gracious one," Blaise fake bowed and rushed from the room away from a black pillow.

Draco looked around his room and then flopped back down onto the bed. Staring at the ceiling he thought of what was going to happen that day.

Blaise crossed to Harry's room and knocked a few times, he paused and slowly opened the door.

"Potter?"

Harry rolled over and saw the Slytherin in his doorway. "Yeah?"

"I just thought I'd wake you up, Snape is coming in an hour so you should be ready. Do you want anything for breakfast?"

Harry paused to drag himself fully from sleep and answered, "yeah, just some oatmeal would be fine, maybe some coffee?"

"Sure, I'll make sure that's ready for you," Blaise nodded and left.

&A half-hour later in the kitchen&

"So," Harry was sitting there spooning oatmeal into his mouth, "why is Snape coming?"

"I'm not sure, something about a school for driving?"

Harry looked up at him and frowned, wondering what it could be. Not long after Malfoy came down to greet his food. Ron folded the prophet over so the gossip columns were on top and passed it over to Malfoy. The blonde took it and read the article about his father, his eyes got wide and he barely managed to choke down his coffee before breaking out into hysterical laughter. Harry had no idea what it was about and managed to get a look at it.

"I can not believe they think Vivian is a tart," Malfoy said after calmed down a little.

Blaise nodded and looked up as they heard the front door opening. The Dursleys were in the living room just a few meters away and looked up, frightened.

Snape entered, in all black with his hair tied back, he noticed the Prophet and smirked (it was kind of a smile but Harry refused to admit the muscles in Snape's face could do such a thing). "I see you've found the gossip?"

"As always, they think father's some sort of playboy. Serves Skeeter right, pissing off my mum and all," Malfoy answered.

Snape seated himself and pulled a set of forms from his robes. "Since Stonewall is a little farther than walking would allow, I've decided to enroll you all in Driver's Education courses. I can't be bothered driving you all over the place. You'll be getting a car once at least one of you has graduated. It is required, and by no later than August the twentieth one of you must have finished. Here, these are the times of the classes, the teacher's name and the place is just over off Magnolia, across the park." Snape distributed the sheets and took a few sips from Malfoy's coffee.

"Sir? With all do respect, is it necessarily safe that Blaise be put in control of a vehicle?" Malfoy asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

"As long as he obeys all the rules he'll be fine."

"I could drive a fucking car you wanker, no reason I couldn't." Blaise said, chucking a fork at the blonde.

"Blaise, honestly, it's you, barely-can-manage-a-broom-you. I just want us all to be safe," Malfoy was being snotty but Blaise smirked, he knew very well he would be an awful driver and just as he knew Draco would be a dangerously fast driver.

"You first lesson is today at two," Snape said pointedly finishing their jests. "I hope you'll manage to find your way there."

Harry gave a nod and watched the potions master leave.

It was nearly ten, four hours until the three purebloods had their first civil interaction with muggles. It would be incredibly disastrous.