Hello hello! I am soooo sorry that it took me so long to get this out. I've had a shit load of crap to go through. I start school next week, so I've had to get ready for that... the beta issue... and some other personal things.

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Ok... here's the deal with new chapters. This is the last prewritten one that I have. So that means that I'll have to start writing more. The only problem is that school starts next week and I know that it's going to be hell. I will post a new chapter by no earlier than August 12... although, I could get another one out August 5 IF I got 333 reviews. I know that's a lot to ask for, but I don't want to say a lower number and get that many so fast because I honestly might not be able to write. So remember, I'll be posting August 12, or August 5... it just depends on you.


Chapter 10

Harry stared into his pillow. He felt like shit. After that encounter with Blaise he had walked back to his room and had flopped down on his bed.

"How could I have forgotten about Draco? I know he's been gone, but I shouldn't have forgotten about him like that. I was too busy pitying myself that I forgot that someone really does care."

Harry rolled over and stared at the ceiling. He wasn't sure how long it had been since dinner, but he knew it had to have been a few hours, so his roommates would be arriving shortly. He heard the door open and someone walk in, but he didn't look to see who it was.

"Harry? Can I talk to you?" Ron said in a quiet whisper.

Harry barely nodded and continued staring up at the ceiling.

"Look... mate… I'm sorry. I've been an ass. I've been your best friend for years, and now… now I'm acting like I barely care about you. I'm sorry. Some stuff happened over the summer, and I never talked to you, and then the thing with Hermione…. I'm just sorry Harry. I know that you probably hate me."

Harry sighed and sat up.

"It isn't just that Ron. You haven't been acting like you barely care about me, you've been acting like I'm just some nuisance that you want nothing to do with. Ron… I read your journal."

Ron's face paled. "How much did you read?"

Harry looked at the floor. "Enough to know how you really feel."

"Oh…Did you set my bed on fire?"

Harry looked up. "Maybe."

Ron frowned then slowly smiled. "You'll have to teach me how to do that."

Harry sighed and looked away. Ron's smile faded. He sat down next to Harry.

"I'm sorry Harry. I wrote some things in there that I don't really mean. I just feel… jealous. You always seem to get attention. I just feel… left out. You get to go on all these magnificent adventures, and I… I get left with the crowd, to only be a simple spectator. The only truly good thing that's happened in a long time is that Herms asked me out. I love her Harry. She cares about me. She's there for me. I feel like someone when I'm with her."

Harry turned to Ron and glared. "Well, thank you for telling me that Ron. It's nice to know how happy you are with her."

"She said some things that were wrong, Harry. In fact, she's been saying a lot of stuff recently. She seems like she really hates you now. Did you say something to her?"

"No, I have barely talked to her until today, if you can even call that talking. Ron… when did she start saying things to you about me?"

Ron rubbed his chin in thought, "Hmm… I think she started bad mouthing you sometime after she began those private lessons with Dumbledore."

Harry's eyes snapped to Ron. "What kind of private lessons?"

Ron shrugged. "She said that Dumbledore wanted her to take them because she's the top of the class and if she wanted she could go ahead and start taking seventh year classes."

Harry's brain whirled with thought.

"Dumbledore giving Hermione private lessons. That sounds suspicious. He must be telling her something. I need to find out more about them …"

"When's her next lesson?"

Ron yawned. "Tonight, I think. They're usually around eleven. Well, I'm off to take a shower." He looked at his friend. "Harry, I really am sorry about everything. I deserved the bed thing. Hell, I deserve a lot worse. If there's ever anything I can do to make this up to you, just tell me."

Ron stood and walked into the bathroom. Harry waited until the door was closed, then quickly moved over to his trunk and pulled out his invisibility cloak.

"Ok, all I have to do is sneak out, find where they are, sneak in, listen to them, then sneak out, and get back here. Ok… here I go."

Harry pulled on the cloak and walked out the door.


"I am such an idiot! I forgot the stupid map! How the bloody hell am I supposed to find them without it? Argh! I should have thought this fucking plan through! If I go back to get it, then they might be gone by the time I get back! I am such a dumbass!" Harry yelled at himself. He was about to head back when he felt a pair of arms snake around his waist.

A soft voice whispered in Harry's ear, "I wouldn't call your ass dumb. I'd call it sexy."

Harry turned his head and saw two grey lust-filled eyes staring back at him. His breath hitched in his throat.

"Draco! Where have you been?" Harry said as he turned around and threw his arms around Draco's neck.

Draco smiled and pulled Harry closer. "Harry, I've missed you so much. I've been… busy… helping my father, but that can wait until later. Has anything interesting happened while I've been gone?"

Harry looked up into the blonde boy's face. "Many things have happened. I set Ron's bed on fire, Dumbledore threatened Snape, I got into a fight with Hermione, Ron apologized for being an ass, and I found out Hermione is having meetings with Dumbledore about something. In fact I was just on my way to try to sneak into one of those meetings when I bumped into you."

Draco's eyes opened in surprise. "You set Weasley's bed on fire? I bet he was pissed off."

Harry smiled. "He was. In fact when he came up there he… oh crap! You've gotten me off track. I HAVE to go to that meeting Draco. I'll talk to you later."

Harry started to run off when Draco's hand grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Now wait a minute, I will not allow you to go snooping around and leave me here all alone and horny. I'm coming with you... and when we're done with this I wish to talk with you."

Harry sighed. "Fine Draco, but come on! We have to go now!" Harry grabbed Draco's hand and started running.

Draco smirked. "You do know where you're going, right? Because if I remember correctly you were swearing at yourself because you didn't know where it was."

Harry stopped dead in his tracks. "Oh fuck."

Draco smiled. "Oh whatever would you do without me?" Draco said as he pulled out a piece of parchment from his robe.

Harry looked at Draco. "How is a little scrap of parchment going to help me?"

Draco winked, "You aren't the only one with a map of this school."

"How do you know-?"

"I know more than you think my inquisitive little lion," he said with his eyes twinkling.

Harry looked at it and gasped. It was almost exactly the same as the Marauder's map. However there weren't any small dots to signify where people were.

"Draco, there aren't any people on it."

He sighed, "Of course not Harry. You have to say the magic words…. Showem Meum Theum Peopleum Inem Theum Schoolem!"

Harry snorted. "What the hell? When the people were making this map, did they run out of Latin words to use for a revealing spell?"

Draco shrugged. "No, I think they were just too lazy to look any up."

Harry looked back down at the map and saw little dots running every which way.

"How the bloody hell am I supposed to know which ones are Hermione and Dumbledore?"

Immediately after the words left his mouth, all dots faded away except for two which were labeled: Hermione and Dumbledore.

"Well… let's go then!" Draco said and the two headed off.


The two stopped in front of a large, black, wooden door. There were two voices coming from behind it.

"Harry, I think someone's in there."

Harry rolled his eyes and put his ear against the door.

"For the last damn time Professor we are not going to have any fucking bananas at the dance!"

"But Hermione, what is wrong with bananas?"

"I told you, if there are bananas there, something is bound to happen and someone could end up pregnant!"

There was silence for a moment.

"I've never heard of bananas getting anyone pregnant. Are we talking about the same thing? I'm talking about the small yellow fruit that you eat. I know for a fact those don't impregnate people."

Hermione sighed. "I meant that people could have ideas about bananas and then something would happen."

There was another moment of silence.

"So you mean to tell me that if people have erotic thoughts about bananas they get pregnant?"

"NOOOO! I mean that if there are bananas out, some pervert would get a sick idea about it. Then one thing might lead to another and someone could end up pregnant."

"…. So the sick pervert would get the banana pregnant?"

Harry heard a loud thump coming from the other room.

"You didn't have to hit me! I may be your uncle, but that is no reason for you to be abusive!"

Harry's mouth dropped open. Hermione was Dumbledore's niece!

Draco gave Harry a surprised look. Harry just shrugged and put his ear back against the door.

"That makes sense. That's how she was able to get that time turner thing back in third year. That's how she got into the school. That's-"

"What about cucumbers?"

Harry heard the thumping noise again.

"I was just asking…"

"If only people knew how stupid you really are."

"Hermione, I am not stupid. I just act a little silly around you. Now remember, the dance will be tomorrow night. I'll make the announcement about it at breakfast. You'd better go to bed soon. I don't want you falling asleep during classes."

Hermione sighed. "Tomorrow is Sunday. We don't have any classes on Sunday."

"Oh… well, goodnight."

Harry heard chairs scrape on the floor and feet walking towards the door. He grabbed Draco and started running down the hall, away from the door. They were about to turn a corner when they saw a light approaching them. The light was casting shadows off of everything in the corridor. One of those things was Mrs. Norris.

"Shit!" Harry whispered. He quickly pulled Draco into an empty classroom and shut the door.

"Why, hello Mr. Potter, I didn't expect to see you at this hour."

Harry turned around and saw Nearly Headless Nick standing, well floating behind him.

"Nick! I need your help! We're trapped. Filch is coming towards us and Hermione and Dumbledore are coming behind us. We really need your help. Please?"

Nick thought for a moment, then nodded and floated through the wall.

"Well... that was certainly helpful of him," Draco said.

Harry elbowed him. "Shut it! You'll get us caught!"

Draco was about to reply when they both heard a scream followed by someone's maniacal laughter.

"Peeves, you son of a bitch! I'm going to fucking exorcise your ass!" Hermione screamed from down the hall. Someone ran by the door in the direction of the screams.

Nick floated back into the classroom. "It would seem as if he has taking a liking to you, Mr. Malfoy. I had just barely mentioned that you two were in need of assistance when he sped off and started throwing balloons filled with slime at Ms. Granger."

Draco snorted, "Serves that bushy-haired bitch right."

Harry elbowed him again. "Thank you so much for your help. If there's anything I can ever do for you, just let me know."

Harry grabbed Draco and quickly ran out the door.


Draco looked down at the porridge in front of him and yawned. His eyes started closing and slowly his head slipped off his hands and his face landed right in the bowl.

Blaise looked over at his friend to see him snoring away into his breakfast.

"Holy crap!" he yelled and yanked Draco's head out of it.

Draco snapped up and looked around, flinging porridge on the other students.

"What? What did I miss?"

Blaise sighed. "Nothing, you-"

"Then why the bloody hell did you wake me up?" Draco yelled at him.

"Because, you were using your breakfast as a pillow."

Draco held a hand up to his face. He pulled it back and it came away covered in a gooey gray substance.

"Oh fuck...… well, goodnight," he said as he let his head fall back down onto the table.

Blaise sighed and continued eating his own food.

Dumbledore stood up and cleared his throat. No one paid him any attention. He cleared it again. One person looked up at him, but then went back to eating. Dumbledore sighed and pulled out an air horn. He pressed the button immediately filling the hall with a loud annoying sound.

Everyone covered their ears and looked at him. He let go of the button and put the object down.

"You know, I've always liked these devices. They're so much fun to play with," he looked at the students, "Now that I have your attention, I have an announcement to make. There is going to be a dance tonight. You may wear whatever pleases you, although don't wear anything scandalous enough that I have a heart attack. It starts at seven and will end whenever I get tired. Oh, and while I'm thinking about it, classes have been cancelled for tomorrow."

The students stared at Dumbledore. Seamus stood up.

"Have you lost your marbles Professor? A dance and no classes? Why? Oh, and did you really mean that we can wear whatever we want?"

Dumbledore nodded. "No, Mr. Finnegan, I have not lost my marbles. Yes, a dance and no classes, and yes, you may wear what ever your kinky little mind can come up with. As for the rest of you, I'm sure that you're wondering 'why' also. Well, as most of you are aware there has been no Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for the past few-"

"What the hell! If that wasn't a teacher teachin' that class then what the hell was it!" another student shouted.

"I was coming to that. He was a substitute, just filling in until the real teacher showed up. Now, please allow me to introduce Mr. Edwards."

A thin, pale, black haired man, who no one had noticed until now, stood up. He was wearing dark blood red robes. His face was clean shaven and his eyebrows weren't bushy. With a closer look at him, you would see that he had the same color eyes as his robes. He looked professional and kempt… except for his hair. The best way to term it… is that he had sex hair.

The only true way to define this man is that he was fucking hot. It made all straight girls swoon, and all the gay guys 'boing'.

"I would like to thank all of Hogwarts for letting me teach at this wonderful establishment. I would like to explain that the reason that you are having a dance is because I wished my first day here to be memorable. The reason that you don't have classes is because I just got here and I need to get settled in and prepare my lessons. Now, the final thing that I have to say is this: no, I do not want a girlfriend. I may be very young, but that doesn't mean that I want to sleep with every person who hits on me. Besides, I wouldn't want to have sex with you. I don't swing that way. Oh, and for further reference, you may call me Darien."

He sat back down. All were quiet for a moment, then stood and started clapping. Darien searched the crowd and saw the person he had been looking for.

"This is going to be a fun year," he whispered to himself.

Harry watched everyone dancing. He wanted to get up and join in the fun, but he had promised Draco that his first dance of the night would be with him. The only problem was that Draco wasn't there yet. So, Harry just sat in his chair and watched the other people dance.

"Enjoying yourself, Harry?"

Harry turned to look at the speaker. It was the new teacher, Mr. Edwards, better known as Darien.

"Oh, hello, Professor. How are you?"

Darien sat down next to him. "Don't even start that 'Professor' crap. I'm only nineteen, too young to be called that."

Harry looked at him inquisitively. "How did you get this job? I thought that they only hired you to be a teacher if you are… old."

Darien smiled. "Well, let's just say that I have… plenty experience dealing with this subject."

Harry nodded and then saw Darien's teeth.

"Holy shit! You're a vampire!"

"Oh, please do yell that just a little louder, I don't think those people over there heard you."

"Oh… sorry. It just kinda... surprised me a little. I haven't really ever met a vampire before. Well, at least I don't think I have. Oh, I don't even really know anymore… Umm, if you don't mind my asking, when exactly did you become a vampire?"

"Exactly seven hundred ninety-six years and thirty three days ago."

Harry's mouth dropped. "But I thought that you were only nineteen!"

Darien cocked his head in thought

"Yes, yes I did say that. But, I was nineteen when it happened. I don't really count the years after that as aging, since I don't really… age."

"Oh, well that's cool."

"Well, I must bid you goodnight Harry. It would seem that your little boy toy is heading this way, and I don't want him to get all pissy."

Harry laughed and bid Darien a goodnight just as Draco arrived at the table.

"You're late blondy." Harry said with a smile.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize that I had a specific time to be here."

Harry stood and grabbed Draco's hand leading him to the dance floor.

"It's ok, I'll get over it." Harry said as he pulled Draco close to him and wrapped his arms around the said blonde's neck.

"Harry, I need to talk to you about Darien."

Harry's heart stopped. "We weren't doing anything Draco. We were just talking. I'm being honest. Just tal-" Draco put a hand over Harry's mouth.

"I know that. I may be dumb, but I'm not dense. What I need to tell you is that he works for your father. He's come here to help Harry."

Harry was about to answer when a loud resonating smack echoed throughout the room. The music stopped and everyone turned to look at the source of the sound. Harry and Draco moved closer. He saw Blaise standing there wearing black leather pants with chains covering them, a black tank, and a sheer, thin, silver fishnet shirt on top of it. The infamous troublemaker was holding onto Seamus, whose clothes were a little less scandalous, and smirking. Next to them stood an angry blushing seventh year holding his bum.

Blaise casually looked over towards him. "Oops, my hand slipped."

The crowd laughed and slowly dispersed, and the music stared again.

Draco slid his arms around Harry. "This will definitely be a night to remember."


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