a/n : have i apologised for filthy language? no? then i do. none of you should be corrupted by swearing.

oh and obviously, i AM insane! so anyway, i will post this too. well, five second gaps aren't that bad!

DISCLAIMER: And so it shall begin :> let's see...the plot is sort of mine (but i'd rather not say it in public!); the characters are SO not mine (half the world has dibs on Malfoy and Zabini; I am on the waiting list :nods:). EVEN The book jackets on ANY of the HP's aren't mine! Tell you what...i don't even own a SINGLE HP book! lol...no seriously.

CHAPTER XII

In Which There Are Threats On Some Lives

They stood staring at the guitar.

'So what do I do?' asked Blaise Zabini, his hands in the pockets of his trousers.

'Well…'regarded Harry James Potter thoughtfully, his hands in his trouser pockets too.

'Perhaps I could sell it. You thing she'd notice?' Blaise still stared at the guitar, propped up innocently against the wall.

'Maybe.'

'Well…we could..' trailed off Blaise.

'Why the "we" Blaise?' interrupted the impossibly handsome eavesdropper, who stood leaning against the doorframe of the dorm room he shared with Blaise. With his arms crossed against his chest and a trademark smirk across his features, Blaise knew that Draco was going to say something unpleasant.

Harry raised an eyebrow. Truthfully, he had wanted support to pick on Zabini. And obviously, Draco Malfoy would NEVER disappoint.

'What did you say to Granger when she gifted you with this stringed instrument?' he asked with an inquisitive expression.

Harry grinned and turned to Blaise. This detail was unknown to him, but surely Malfoy asked only embarrassing questions, and so…

'Nothin' muttered Blaise.

'What was that? So you loved her surprise?'

'No'

'And you refused outright?'

'No'

'Did you ever say you hate it.'

'I tried'

Harry's head was swinging back and forth between the two Slytherins, standing some distance apart, on either side of him.

'So what, pray, did you DO?'

Blaise shot a lethal look to his friend.

Harry's eyes couldn't go any wider.

'I kissed her' he said, holding his voice steady, 'for a very long time.'

'Is that all?' asked Harry, confused.

'Oh, is that all Blaise?' asked Draco innocently.

Blaise's face blanched.

You DO NOT KNOW. No! NO!

Draco's smirk lacked malice, but had a feral quality to it.

'See Potter, Blaise had this childhood dream…'

Shit. Shit. SHIT.

'He wanted to be a singer'

Harry's head snapped towards Blaise.

'But he grew up, and the dream changed.'

Die Malfoy DIE.

'Enter Hermione, the one he could not say no to'

Blaise's eyes darted about the room, looking for ANY possible escape.

'Little did our Blaise know when he gave his heart away that'

Merlin, he's a good storyteller thought Harry.

'That?' asked Harry.

Draco paused, sparing a wicked grin, 'that Hermione would ask him to sing and dance..'

'That can't be too bad' said Harry carefully.

'for her, in her chambers.'

The insinuation was not lost on Harry. He roared with laughter.

Blaise's face went from mortification, denial to fury in four seconds.

'What happened mate? Can't perform?' winked Draco.

Harry doubled up with laughter even as Draco ducked, dodging a curse sent his way from Blaise's wand.

With that Draco ran out of the dorms, and raced out of the Slytherin common rooms.

Blaise's eyes now turned to the boy who lived.

'Uh-oh'

Three seconds later, Harry raced out through the exact same route; having narrowly avoided being hexed into the next century.

Then came Blaise Zabini, his wand withdrawn, racing after the two, while swearing in Italian.

And as the aftermath of the commotion, the second years in the common room looked at each other, shrugged and went back to their Potions essays.

please appreciate this fic as much as i appreciate you reading my notes...tehy'll be shorter from now onwards, promise.