"Harry?" Draco poked his head into the Gryffindor's room.

"Yeah?"

"How are you doing?" Draco slid into the room, clicking the door shut.

"I'm okay," Harry sat up, setting the Witch Weekly aside, eyeing the blonde strangely.

"Good, I'm here to make you great," Draco pounced, he smashed his lips to Harry's. Potter moaned and laid back down sliding his hands under Draco's shirt as he pulled the blonde down with him.

Draco giggled as Harry hit a ticklish spot. Making a note of that Harry moved further up the perfect white chest. Draco straddled Harry's legs and sat up, pulling off his shirt, throwing it and leaning back down. His tongue went out and into Harry's mouth, their tongues sliding over each other.

Harry flipped them over, the dark lashes of the blonde brushed his cheek as he slid his lips down Malfoy's alabaster neck, eliciting a moan of pleasure. Harry reached his collar bone before he noticed the blonde's hands had run up under his own shirt over his back. Malfoy managed to get Harry shirt off and ran his nails across Harry's shoulders, arching his back under the lips the golden boy. Draco bit Harry's neck and licked the spot, branding the taller boy. Harry threw back his head and gasped as Draco did that again to the other side of his neck, over his pulse.

There was a knock at the door just then.

"Can you come downstairs? Blaise's exploded another can of soup," Ron stuck his head in, eyes closed.

"Again? That's the ninth one," Harry rolled off his bed, annoyed and searched for his shirt.

Draco growled but got up too. They put their shirts back on and Draco managed to press his lips to Harry's one last time before they went downstairs.

Ron and Draco entered the kitchen with Harry just behind them.

"SURPRISE!"

Blaise, Dutch and Jack were standing their in party hats and they threw confetti into the air as he entered.

"We totally skipped over your birthday Harry, and we wanted to make it up to you," Draco offered as an explanation as he snapped a party hat onto Harry's head.

Honestly, the Golden Boy had just sort of glazed over his own birthday too. He'd had a lot of things distracting him of late (including the blonde terror known as Draco Malfoy). Ron blushed as he stepped back to show a pile of presents stacked on the floor next to the island. They had shiny paper and ribbons and there were even a few cards lain out around them.

"Malfoy and Zabini managed to plan it in just a couple days. We got you presents while you were trying to teach me about the compulator," Ron said, grinning.

Harry took a few staggering steps further into the kitchen and seated himself heavily in a chair.

"You guys…I…this is awesome," Harry managed out, Dutch and Jack pulled a huge cake out of the fridge and set it on the table in front of him. Jack, always having a lighter handy, pulled one out and lit the sixteen candles.

"Happy Birthday to you," the group sang, Harry just stared at the cake.

"Happy Birthday to you,

Happy Birthday dear Harry,

Happy Birthday to you," Harry gathered himself enough to blow out the candles and make a quick wish.

"You're all prats, the lot of you," Harry said in joke.

A laugh rose up and the cake was doled out. Someone managed pulled out a carton of ice-cream and chocolate topping.

"Did you suspect anything Harry?" Dutch asked, eyeing the rest of his cake hungrily.

"Not at all. I can't believe you guys," Harry shook his head and took another bite of cake.

Draco and Blaise looked damn proud of themselves and ate some cake.

"What are we going to do tonight in super celebration?" Ron asked.

The group was silent for a second before Blaise cleared his throat.

"Draco and I pulled a few strings and got them, by them I mean Headmaster, Severus and a few other choice persons, to allow the rest of the Gryffindors you know to come over for a few hours tonight. It's going to be Granger, Finnagen, Thomas, Longbottom, Patil, Brown, other Weasely, and we even asked the rest of your house team to come."

Harry felt his jaw slacken. All of his school friends were coming?

"Really?"

"Yeah, Draco and I were going to go with Jack and Dutch for a movie and some billiards in town so you lot could…Gryffindor it up," Blaise added off-handidly. As though it didn't matter and he and his blonde friend had no place with the two Gryffindors once more were around.

"I-"

"No, we already planned our own night out," Draco stopped him.

Draco Malfoy, a proud young man, didn't really want to revert back to "evil bastard Draco" so much sooner than normal. As much as he liked hanging around with Harry and Ron, the rest of the good guys weren't so obligated to like him or keep quiet about his less-than-evil other side. He wanted little or nothing to do with most of them, especially when he had the chance to go out with his best friend and see the town and wing-it.

Harry consented, sensing the finality of what he'd said. Harry recognized the fact that Malfoy and Zabini definitely weren't so obligated to be nice to the rest of the Gryffindors and vice-versa. The tension would be too much and there would be the awkwardness of not knowing any inside jokes the lions might share.

"When are they coming?" Ron asked, he hadn't known about his house-mates showing up.

"Around seven, they can only stay till midnight, but you'll have plenty of fun," Blaise said.

"You two are incredible," Harry grinned at them both.

It was time to open presents:

"Here," Dutch handed him a big box in blue paper.

Harry opened it and found a cornucopia of vinyl records from the Who to AFI. "I thought you'd like them, since you have a player and all," Dutch pointed at the record player by the stereo.

"These are awesome Dutch, thanks," Harry flipped through them, smiling widely.

He was handed another, this one from Jack.

Harry ripped open the wide flat box and removed the lid to see a mini cut-out of Marilyn Monroe, grinning coyly at him. Harry laughed and propped her up on the table. They all admired the gift and laughed.

Ron's gift was a Manchester United jersey and a book of rules for football.

Blaise got him a pair of really nice leather combat boots and a studded belt. Harry especially liked the boots.

Malfoy though, had a really good gift.

"I couldn't really think of anything," Malfoy explained.

It was a set of cards for free hugs, a night of making Malfoy do the dishes, vacuum, get groceries or do other chores he knew Harry didn't enjoy. Harry grinned as he saw one that said "good for one back rub (or front rub, whichever)."

"Thank-you guys, these are awesome gifts, better than I could ask," Harry felt content, full of cake, surrounded by buddies and he had the best birthday of his life.

"Mister Potter?" Snape had appeared in the doorway.

Harry quickly righted himself and looked at his teacher.

"Yes sir?"

"Here," Snape held out a package, wrapped in white paper and tied with red ribbon.

"Wha?" Harry took it and unwrapped it.

There, in his lap, was a book with a black cover and the Hogwarts crest stamped on in glittering colors.

"Hogwarts School Memory Book 1979"

Harry opened the cover and there was a note scrawled in the Potion Masters hand.

Potter,

I thought you might like to see what things were like the year your parents and I graduated. This is a copy of my original one, the pictures don't move, since I understand you've befriended some muggles. However, it doesn't make too much difference.

Snape

Harry smiled at the book and closed the cover, planning on taking a proper look later.

"Thanks Professor," Harry looked at him with new light.

Snape raised one side of his lips in a half smile. He nodded and turned to go.

"Wait," Harry stopped him. Snape looked over his shoulder. "Want some cake?"

Snape drew a breath and got an eager nod from his godson, "I could stay for a few minutes I suppose." Snape returned and took a seat next to Malfoy. Blaise retrieved the man some cake and another slice for himself and Dutch.

:That night at about seven:

Vernon and Petunia and Dudley had been roughly shoved out the door by Draco and Snape an hour earlier. Blaise and Ron distracted Dutch and Jack while Draco decorated the living room and kitchen of the Dursley house. When Harry walked in it was all scarlet and gold and there was a big Gryffindor crest over the fireplace. It was rearranged to centre around the fireplace and the couches were dark leather and comfortable.

"Drake, you did wonderfully," Harry put an arm around the blonde.

"Wonderfully enough for a kiss?" Draco looked up at him through those black lashes.

"Absolutely," Harry pulled him together and smiled as he pressed his lips against Draco's. Harry slid a hand into Draco's back pocket and Draco got his hands into Harry's already messy hair. For a moment they kissed.

"Ehem," Snape coughed, causing them to break apart.

"Hey," Draco smirked and tousled Harry's hair a bit.

"We should go," Snape said, it was a moment to seven.

"Okay," Malfoy nodded and pecked Harry's lips, "see you about midnight."

The Slytherins plus Dutch and Jack left. Ron threw himself onto a couch.

"Harry!" Hermione burst through the door.

Harry rushed out and pulled her into a tremendous hug, he didn't even notice she had a present in hand.

She squealed and when he set her down she had a great big grin on her face.

"You look great," she touched the dark blue shirt Harry'd bought a week ago.

"Thanks, you look great too," Hermione blushed at his compliment. She looked as cute as ever.

Next arrived Ginny and Seamus and Dean. Then came Neville and after him were Parvati and Lavender. Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell came then. Oliver Wood somehow managed to find out and he arrived. Fred and George Weasley wormed in after their old captain, receiving a huge welcome from the rowdy bunch

There were hugs, cheek kisses and laughter as everyone entered the living room. Ron got his round of hugs and compliments. Hermione especially took notice of the tight pants Ron had been forced into by Zabini.

"Who's staying with you?" Hermione asked, peering around.

"Malfoy and Zabini," Harry answered.

"What?" There was a silence.

"They left just before you guys came, don't worry," Ron said. "They can be okay, I guess, with time and patience."

"Ha! You? Patience?" Fred clutched his stomach from laughing so hard.

"What about you Hermione?" Harry asked.

"Neville and I are staying at my house with Justin Flinch-Fletchety and Ernie McMillan."

"Yeah, they're pretty nice," Neville said with a smile.

"Lavender and I are with Hannah Abott and Padma," Parvati said, nodding wisely.

"All girls?" Seamus asked.

"Yeah," Lavender nodded.

"We got stuck with Millicent Bulstrode and Morag MacDougal," Dean said, "all living at my house. My mum near had a fit when she found out there were three other people coming."

A laugh rose.

"What teacher is keeping track of you guys?" Hermione inquired.

"Snape."

A sympathetic oh went up.

"Yeah," Harry tried to sound like he agreed, but after the gift he'd been given, it was hard to hate the older man.

:At the Arcade:

"What about her?" Draco pointed to a girl in a mini-skirt. Jack sipped his cola and shrugged.

"I could get her," he said.

"Fifteen pounds, fifteen minutes for her to give you her number," Draco said, he got out a five and a ten pound note.

"You're on," Jack put the same about down on the surface of the pinball machine they'd been leaning against.

Nearby Blaise and Dutch were riding the mechanical bull together and drawing a crowd of girls.

Jack stood up and walked over to the girl. Draco snorted and took a swig from his soda. From nowhere a girl in a pink outfit approached him.

"Hey," she said, in what she thought was a sexy voice.

"Hello," Draco acknowledged her.

"I'm Liza, your new girlfriend," she stuck out her hand and her breasts at the same time, an impressive feat.

"I'm not interested in a girl who looks like a bottle of peptobismal with legs," Draco'd just learnt about the stomach medicine and decided it was a rather ugly medication.

She looked shocked.

"You mean you don't want me?"

"Am I speaking Latin again? No, I don't," Draco said, a little testily.

"Why?" she became defensive.

"I don't need to explain myself to you, whore. Walk back to your crackhouse and leave me alone," Draco took a similar defensive stance.

Blaise and Dutch had been wandering over but turned quickly around and went they other way when they heard the argument.

"You're a dick," Liza said, looking infuriated.

"You're not worth my time," Draco answered.

"What's going on here?" a huge built guy had come over.

"Oh, honey, thank-god. This jerk called me a crack-whore! All I wanted to do was use the pinball machine," she sniffled, clutching at his arm.

"What? You lying little bitch, what the-" the guy reached out and smacked Draco across the cheek.

"Don't talk about my Liza like that," he said, his voice thick and deep.

Draco snapped his head back to glare at the boy who was a half foot taller than he was.

"If you slap me again, help me Lucifer, I'll kick you so hard in the balls you'll swear I ripped them off," Draco had a menacing note in his voice and he sounded as though he would really do it.

The people there were mostly turned to watch the fight obviously about to break out.

"You wouldn't," he took a half step back.

"Don't try me," Draco warned.

"You aren't going to defend my honor?" Liza rounded on the guy.

"Shut up, lying skank, you just asked to be my girlfriend a moment ago-"

Draco had just been slapped again. But now a pair of guys built like the first had appeared from the crowd.

The snake clutched his fists and glared. "Did I warn you?"

"I-"

Draco's foot lashed out and caught the guy right in the crotch, he doubled over immediately and screamed in pain. The other two guys rushed forward to get back at the blonde. They landed a few good punches before Draco socked one in the eye and the other in the mouth. Blaise jumped from the crowd on the back of the taller one and hooked his arms around the guy's neck. He pulled back, the guy leaning his head back to try and get air again.

Draco punched the second guy again in the face before a good kick to his shin brought him down for a second. A foot connected with his side, cracking a rib. Draco rolled under a video game and then leapt out again, ignoring his pain and landed a punch to the temple. The guy reeled back and fell unconscious. Blaise had a hand around the first guy's neck and the other was punching his shoulder. The guy finally went unconscious, sliding to the floor, Blaise breathed heavily and looked at them. The original guy was still clutching himself in pain.

Liza had run off at some point.

Draco and Blaise high-fived before getting chased out of the arcade by the owner with Jack and Dutch running after them.

:Eleven Thirty at 4 Privet Drive:

They'd spent the last four and a half hours talking, eating, opening more presents and talking even more.

At that moment Oliver was stretched out with his head in Katie's lap and his feet propped up in Ginny. Harry was reclining in a chair with Ron in the seat next to him, Hermione on the arm of Ron's chair. Lavender and Parvati had left a little time before since they had a curfew.

"I think that Zacharias was a jerk just because he was able to, if it'd been even kind of different, he'd have been as quiet as a mouse," George said.

"Yeah, I think you're right. But it could have been that way with anyone," Seamus said.

"True," there was a nod.

The door to the house creaked open and Harry sat up a little to see who it was. Blaise was telling Jack and Dutch to go home and not worry anymore. Draco would be fine. Harry stood and the curiousness of the rest of the Gryffindors was obvious.

Blaise opened the door and in limped Malfoy, the Italian shut the door and put an arm around the blonde, helping him to the kitchen. Draco didn't have a shirt on, instead he was holding it. The bandage around his chest was thick and ominous looking.

"What happened?"

Malfoy had a black eye, thick bandaged around his torso and a limp. Blaise only had a thick cast around his right wrist and some bruises.

"Fight," Blaise said, pulling out a chair for his fellow Slytherin.

Harry gave him a look to continue.

Malfoy drew a slow breath, "my fault. A girl, Liza, asked to be my girlfriend," he sneered at the thought, "I turned her down, then her boyfriend, huge guy, came over. He slapped me, I warned him, he slapped me again, I kicked his balls. His friends came over. Blaise choked one, I got the other. He got my shin then kicked my ribs, cracked two. But I-we won. Blaise fractured his wrist beating this arse so hard."

Harry put his face in his hands. Ron was giving them an amused look. The rest of the lions just peered oddly at the snakes.

"Gods, that was a good fight," Draco smirked to himself.

Last chapter got 20 reviews. That's crazy. But thanks so much.

Someone mentioned spelling/grammar errors: yes, I know I have wretched grammar, I'd really like it if anyone is or knows a person willing to beta chapters. I don't know how a beta works but I still would like one.

You are all awesome readers/reviewers.

By the way: the Licking Game "tag with your tongue" is actually a real game the Cross Country guys at my school play. I've played, it's awesome and a great reason to lick a hot guy in short shorts. Introduce it to your friends, they'll love it too.