They reached Jack's house in a comfortable silence. Harry knocked on the door and Jack appeared. "Hey," he let them into the foyer, "you ought to know something about my mum…she does adult films and magazines."

Harry was a little stunned, his mother was a porn star? Draco didn't seem to recognize what that meant and shrugged it off. Harry followed them to the table where Dutch, Blaise and Ron were drinking sodas from tall glasses and crunching on potatoes chips.

Jack's mother came and Harry felt himself blush, she wasn't exactly what he was expecting. Her breasts were Pamela Anderson sized and her hair was big and dyed blonde, her skin a dark tan. Her face looked heavily tweaked by cosmetic surgery and her eyebrows were drawn on over heavy, dark make-up. She smiled at them and set a dish of potatoes covered in cheese on the table.

"That's all I'm here for," she said in a New York accent, "I'm going to see Andy. Bye Jacky, it was nice meeting all you boys," she grabbed a huge purse off a counter, kissed her son and waved at them as she left.

Harry saw Draco looked stunned next to him, "she looks like my mother's shoe consultant," he said, putting a hand on his chest.

Dutch, Ron, Jack and Harry all turned and gave the blonde a weird look. Blaise knew about all that and was unsurprised.

"What?"

"My mother has someone who coordinates her shoes for her gowns and gets her new ones whenever. Your mum looks just like her," Malfoy said, he slowly seated himself and shook the thought from his head.

"Your mum's shoe consultant is an air-headed bimbo who knows only three things, one is how to match shoes."

"What are the other two?"

"How to breathe and how to fuck, she slept with Viktor way before he was a sports star," Blaise said.

Draco laughed a little and passed in his plate to get some food.

"So, Blaise, what do your parents do?"

"My mum mostly stays around dictating the affairs of the house and my father is in…investments. We have old money and a lot of stock in my uncle's company, Zabini International."

Jack nodded and looked over at Ron, "what about your parents?" Jack shoved a steaming slice of potato into his mouth.

"My mum stays at home, she had seven kids, and my dad works for a big company in London."

"You parents?" Blaise asked Dutch.

"My da's a neurosurgeon in Quebec and my mum does consulting for a law firm near here."

The boys nodded and Harry was desperately hoping the conversation topic would change. He glanced desperately at Ron but he didn't understand. "Draco?" Jack asked.

"Mother whores her self to wealthy young men and my father, insists she's loyal and spends most of his time working. He's in investment with Blaise's father, he also keeps an eye on the company that my uncle is running until I get old enough to take over."

"Sounds…riveting?" Dutch quirked an eyebrow and turned to Harry, "what about your parents?"

Harry stuttered and his friends looked a little tense, "they, uhm, died when I was little, that's why I live with my relatices."

"Oh, sorry to hear about that," Dutch looked embarrassed and then stuck a big slice of potato in his mouth.

"Hey, do you know how to play pool?" Jack asked, not so subtly changing the subject.

"No," Draco, Blaise and Ron answered simultaneously. Harry shrugged, he'd played a couple times.

"Come on, I have a table in the basement," they dumped their dishes in the washer and went through a door down some narrow stairs. The basement was set up like a lounge, a futon and a pair of Barka-Loungers were arranged around a table and huge television. There were speakers nailed to the wall between huge posters of people like Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix and Robert Plant. Sid Vicious occupied the space on the wall opposite the bottom of the stairs, a life sized poster of him playing bass with his tongue out. The pool table was black felted and the cues were in holders attached to the four corners of the table. A mattress was on the ground near the water heater and a big cage held a white snake that looked asleep.

"Welcome to my room," Jack said with a grin, Harry noticed an area was a concrete barrier around it and a drain, there was a shower head coming right out the ceiling straight down and a pair of knobs on the wall. No curtain or anything.

"Here," Dutch handed Draco a cue and set the balls. "Just hit the white ball at the triangle, see if you can get a ball in a hole."

Draco gave him a weird look but lined up the shot, he seemed to know how to hold the cue. Harry watched as he struck the white ball and it cracked the triangle, three stripped balls landed in holes.

"Fuck, that was a good break, you sure you haven't played before?"

"Sure as shite, Dorian used to play a lot though, I watched him but never really understood the game," Draco answered.

"Go again," Dutch lent on his cue and watched Malfoy line up another shot, he got another ball in. This went until he's sunk all strips and now had none but the 8 ball.

"Fucking hell, that's awesome," Dutch nearly fell over as Malfoy skipped the 8 ball over a solid and landed in the side pocket.

Malfoy smirked a little, proud of his new-found talent.

Dutch gave a dramatic sigh and flung himself onto the futon, "I'm just going to watch Boondock Saints and drink my misery away, defeated by a nube!"

"Stop being a bitch," Jack threw himself over the back of the couch and landed on top of Dutch.

"Son of a bitch-monger!" Dutch rolled the other boy off him and then sat up.

Jack laughed wildly and rolled under the futon to escape the skater. He got up and went quickly to hide behind Blaise. Dutch sprang over the back of the futon and leapt onto Blaise nearly knocking him backwards. Dutch reached his arms over Blaise's shoulder and put his legs around the other boys waist, grabbing at Jack who just chuckled and ran off again.

Draco seated himself on the pool table and watched the ensuing chase.

"Licking game!" Jack yelled, swiping Harry with his tongue as he ran by, immediately Dutch skidded to a stop and nearly tripped over himself running away.

"What?"

"It's like tag with your tongue," Jack said, relaxed since there was a no-tag-back law.

Harry nearly slapped himself in the face. "really?"

"Yup."

Draco had no time to react before Harry leapt over the table, tackled him and got him clean of the side of the face.

"Hands of bitches Potter, slobber much?" Draco wiped his face and looked at his hand to see how much he'd removed.

The whole group laughed out loud.

Dutch nearly toppled over from where he stood next to Zabini if it hadn't been for the Italian catching him around the waist.

It took a moment but Draco got Ron on the neck before Jack paused the game so they could watch a few movies.

Boondock Saints, Spinal Tap, and Troy later the boys had run out of sodas, popcorn and chips. Draco had resorted to popping chocolate chips a while ago while Blaise and Dutch were sharing a half peanut-butter sandwich, handing it off while watching the newest movie thrown in (Stand by Me). Harry was comfortable, resting against the arm rest of the futon with Draco curled up beside him, head laid on Harry's shoulder.

At some point they decided to go to bed and Harry ended up claiming the pool table. Ron and Jack threw themselves onto the mattress and battled for covers for a moment. Malfoy silently allowed Blaise and Dutch to set up shop on the pulled out futon and himself extended a barka-lounger and fell asleep there.

Early the next morning Harry woke up, bleary eyed and looked around the room, Draco laying in the chair with his hair sprawled across the dark leather cushions, lips slightly parted. Harry smiled and slid off the pool table and he paused for a second to negotiate how to get into the chair, but Draco awoke and shifted to give him room.

In only a second he was curled there with his arms wrapped securely around Draco, sound asleep again.

AN: Arr, I'm Captian Slashy and I'm here to tell yeh soome things:

I'm sailin' the high seas on 11-19 so no updates fer yeh scallywags. Still review Chapter 9 soo it doon't feel left oot a' the fune. Arr. If yeh don't review…I'll take yer booty, and then some. :threatening gesture:

Draco: Why must she always gesture?

Harry: And who in the bleedin' hell is "Captain Slashy?" And why is she here?

Blaise: Gods, why would Captian Slashy be here? I wonder! Let's read the last chapter AGAIN shall we? What is it that you two do?

Draco::smacks Blaise upside the head: that's what you get for being a sarcastic bitch.

Blaise::steals Draco's shoe: that's what you get for being a high-maintenance prat.

Harry: You're both being childish.

Ron: Yeah, bouncing white ferrets should be kept in cages and Italians deported back to Italy.

Draco: I'll show you a cage :shoves Ron into a bird cage: there.

Harry: How did you get him to fit in there?

Captain Slashy: ARR! I'm takin' all yer booties!

All: Not this again!

:Harry Draco and Blaise run away leave Ron in a birdcage to fend for himself: