Changing Destiny

by Crimson Rosary

It's the end of 5th year for one Mister Harry Potter. As the process of his magical inheritance draws closer, Harry finds out what has been hidden from him all this time. What will he do? Dumbledore bashing; Draco x Blaise x Harry pairing, AU, OC

8. The Dive

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter; J.K. Rowling does. I do however, own this here story's plot!

Chapter 8

The Dive

It was soon the day before the weekend – the weekend that Harry had declared with his surprising assertiveness that had the adults clearing their entire schedule for two days in order to accompany all the teens for a weekend of bonding.

"Yes! I can't wait for all of us to hang out together. Oh wait, Sirius…" Harry looked to the animagus who returned his crestfallen look with a small smile.

"It's alright pup. I can manage on my own, you go an have fun."

Sirius was still the top most sought out criminal who had escaped Azkaban for a good two years already. Aurors were working hard every day in order to capture him, but so far, they could not find where Sirius was 'hiding out'. Of course they wouldn't, Grimmauld Place was completely hidden to everyone.

"Why don't you just have Sirius transform to his animagus form?" Pansy asked.

"Because, it's not every day you see an animal that looks like the Grim walking around in broad daylight." Ron grimaced as he remembered how Sirius had first gotten him around the pant leg and dragged him underneath the Whomping Willow. Even though he knew Sirius had tried to save him from being crushed by the Whomping Willow's thick branches, it had scared him so much he had nightmares about it for days.

"Really? His animagus looks like the Grim?" Crabbe asked, looking curiously at Sirius.

"Well, his animagus gets mistaken as being the Grim. That's why we can't take any chances when Sirius is out and about – especially when he's around in the Wizarding World." Hermione explained.

"Can't you just place a glamour on him? Like Tom is doing? It's practically the same thing isn't it?" Blaise asked. The Slytherin looked sheepishly at the Dark Lord when he realized he had called the Dark Lord by his first name. The Dark Lord returned his sheepish look with an amused one. Waving his hand away to dismiss Blaise's fear of being punished, he laughed.

"Do not worry Mister Zabini. If everyone were to revert back to their scared selves whenever they accidentally use my surname, I don't think Harry would enjoy that. He did want us all to bond together during this weekend."

"It's kind of hard to call you Tom when you were someone who wanted all blood traitors, muggleborns and anyone who stood against you dead." Ginny said flippantly. She met the Dark Lord's glare with one of her own before they both broke out in smiles, followed by laughter.

"I like you. Very feisty and very blunt. I'm sure we'll be great friends." Tom addressed the young redhead. He was returned with a smile and the same comment from the redhead.

"So anyway!" Crystal called out. "What are we going to do for Sirius? Harry does not want his godfather to stay indoors all the time and quite frankly, I feel the same way. I'd go crazy if I was stuck indoors every single day. Let's make a snappy, awesome undetectable glamour for Sirius! I'm sure Luna would help us as well. She currently seems to be the most powerful out of all of us."

"Oh please." Luna said covering her mouth with a blush on her face. "In my opinion, Harry's the most powerful out of all of us. But, I wouldn't mind helping out a friend, or in this case a relative of Harry's. Whatever you need me to do, I'll gladly be of assistance, if I'm able to help you at all with my power."

"Alright Sirius. Please step in front of us and let us do our magic." Pansy said, ushering the animagus to the center of the room.

"Are you sure about this? I can stay here by myself. I really can."

"Nonsense, now everyone, give me some sort of detail you want Sirius's glamour to look like. I'll draw it and make some final details before we set up the glamour. Shall we?" Crystal asked, whipping out a drawing notebook and a pencil.

"He should have blue hair!" Fred shouted, earning a glare from the animagus. He was nervous enough as it is, although most of the nervousness came from the adrenaline pumping through his system when he figured out he'd be walking out in the world after years of staying indoors. In fact, he couldn't wait to be outside. And with the additional knowledge that his glamour would be undetectable, he was just brimming with excitement.

"Give him black irises with purple rims." George said, including his own idea.

"Okay… blue hair and black irises with purple rims…" Crystal muttered as she pulled out several color pencils to fill in the color.

"Guys, try to stick to something normal okay? We are trying to help Sirius blend in without anyone noticing, not make him stick out like a sore thumb in a huge crowd. I think he should have some black in his hair at least – make them highlights." Hermione instructed.

"Hmm… I think Sirius's glamour should have a nice sharp chin, those you see in an art museum in the muggle world." Harry supplied. Everyone looked at him like he was talking another language. What in the word was an art museum?

Harry returned them look with a flat look. "Just give him a nice sharp chin."

"Well, if Aurors are out looking for Sirius, I think we should make him look younger than he is. Make him look around his late teens early twenties." Draco added.

"Black highlights… sharp chin… late teens early twenties…" Crystal muttered as she added more details onto the drawing.

"Make his skin flawless." Ginny said.

"Well, we sure aren't going to make his skin all blotched up like he's just come out of the sun." Pansy quipped.

"Then what are you going to add to the glamour?"

"I thought Sirius's skin color should be slightly darker like he's gotten a tan."

"I think he should be at least six feet."

"Aw! Does that really leave me to be the shortest person in the group?" Harry complained.

"It's alright Harry. I'm short too." Pansy said.

"That's right. We'll be the short group, together!" Ginny added, clapping Harry on the back.

"But you're all girls! Men are supposed to be taller in general, what with the growth spurt an all as they reach puberty." Harry whined.

Sirius barked out a laugh. "I think I'm fine with any height as long as I'm able to walk properly through the crowd."

"Plus, you never know Harry. Your inheritance is in a week. It may help you grow taller." Lucius supplied, hoping to appease the Gryffindor.

Sniffling, Harry looked at Lucius with big emerald green eyes. "Really? You think so?"

"I know so." Came the reply.

Happy with the answer, Harry kept his mouth closed as the details of Sirius's glamour were thrown out in succession.

"Long hair tied into a ponytail that's placed on the right shoulder."

"Nice thin, soft looking hair."

"He should have a nice smile."

"With dimples!"

"Thin fingers!"

"A nice body!"

"Perky bum."

"Awesome abs."

"Okay, now that's just going a bit too far, don't you guys think?" Remus interrupted, halting the imaginations of all the girls that had run amok when it went to the 'perky bum' comment.

Crystal was barely restraining herself from laughing at the details that's been thrown her way. Her hand just feverishly continued adding details to the drawings, trying to keep up with the additional ideas.

"I hope you did not draw me to look like a monster Crystal." Sirius said, itching to look at his developed glamour.

"On the contrary Mister Black - may I call you Sirius – Sirius, I've drawn you to look like Adonis." Crystal replied happily, as she was almost completed with the drawing. This drew the curiosity from the group. They all slowly inched closer to the artist before she was done, only pulling back when she hissed at them to go away and leave her to completing the portrait.

"Alright! I'm done; it's finished! I hope you like it. You guys really should've mentioned some clothes he would be wearing. You don't expect Sirius to go out naked do you?" Crystal asked, clicking her tongue whilst turning the painting around to show the group.

In the portrait stood a six-foot man, clearly measured with the small ticks on to the left of the drawing. The man's face had perfectly drawn thinly plucked eyebrows. Underneath the eyebrows were soft looking wide black eyes tinted with purple rims. Underneath the pair of eyes was the perfect looking button nose. A nice soft smile graced the man's face. Finally, a nice sharp looking chin was added, enhancing the beauty of the drawing.

Framing the soft looking face was beautifully drawn looking hair. With beautiful thin blue hair and black highlights, the man in the drawing had his hair in a low ponytail where the hair tie was tied three inches from the tip of the hair. Because the hair was so long, it was draped neatly on the right shoulder, right above the man's robes.

The man's auburn brown robes consisted of forest green trimmings etched with gold designs. Nicely drawn to fit the figure's body, the skintight pants, though flexible for movement, were a dark chestnut brown color. To end the outfit, a pair of dragon hide boots was drawn to compliment the man.

"Wow." Crabbe whispered.

"How come we never knew you painted? You should've told us." Goyle said.

"It was just a hobby. Nothing more, nothing less." Crystal answered, shrugging her shoulders.

"Just a hobby?" Ron squawked.

"Yes, something you enjoy doing during your own free time." Crystal explained slowly as if talking to a baby.

"Crystal, stop that." Harry scolded.

"Harry, we Slytherins," she said, motioning to the Slytherin group. "Can talk easily with you because you're dating Draco. Although we may not have any qualms about conversing freely with you, it's a bit hard to change our habits when talking to other Gryffindors and the Weasleys."

"At least try, for me?" Harry asked pouting and giving her the puppy dog look with big green eyes to boot.

"Fine! Fine, just stop it with that look from hell." Crystal cried, covering her eyes and losing to those cute look.

"Haha! Good job pup!" Sirius said, laughing loudly.

"So you were the one that taught that to Harry!" Draco cried, dragging his hand down his face.

"Yes! Sirius taught me that." Harry announced, feeling proud of himself.

"Why the long face Draco?" Goyle asked, looking at the blond.

"How did you think we got that blue settee in our private chambers? Even though it does tie the room nicely together, it was the only blue colored furniture in there. Harry wanted to buy more furniture to brighten up the room, but I wouldn't allow him. He used that puppy dog look from hell on me and I cracked – though he only got that one furniture assent from me."

"Draco's extremely stubborn," Harry began and he received several snorts and comments like 'Don't we know it' before he continued. "But I'm glad I got that settee! I didn't want to force Draco, so I asked him, but since I really wanted that settee, I had to use that look."

"Anyway, back to what we're supposed to be doing – helping out Sirius with his glamour. What do you guys think? Doesn't his glamour look nice?" Crystal asked.

Nods of appreciation were seen before Crystal smiled and passed the drawing to the blond Ravenclaw.

"If you'd please Luna."

Luna smiled and took out her wand. Several days of resting from using those two spells had helped greatly, but she still wasn't at her tiptop pitch performance. However, a glamour this simple really would not make her anymore magic depleted than she was a couple of days ago. So she took a nice long look at the drawing and looked up at Sirius.

Waving her wand in graceful movements, Luna started from the top of Sirius's body and traced downwards towards his feet, all the while muttering, "Apókrypsi̱ apó ta mátia kai to myaló pragmatikí̱ emfánisí̱ tou."

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"What's she saying?"

"She's saying conceal from sight and mind his true appearance." Tesia explained.

"You would not have a hard time understanding if you knew our language." Macaire said.

"We'll sorry we're not… whatever you guys are." Goyle retorted.

"Yeah! What are you guys anyway?" Pansy asked, giving the four guardians a once over.

The guardians looked at each other warily before Egidio answered for them all. "We cannot tell you if you have not gone through the inheritance. Even then, only the person with the inheritance of our kind is able to learn about us. Other than that, we're sworn to secrecy – and also the person who's inherited our kind's power."

"Well that's a load of – " Ron choked on his words when Hermione elbowed him hard in the ribs.

"What was that young one?" Alandair asked, reaching his arm back to grab the spear from behind him.

"Alandair!" Egidio scolded, reaching to stop the guardian from drawing his weapon.

"But Egidio! He was in an act of defiance, of hostility! Surely you can't allow this to be accepted – much less by a lowly mortal of his stature!" Alandair protested.

Egidio sighed before looking towards Macaire. "Would you please calm your lover down before I do it for him?"

Macaire happily obliged when he pulled Alandair away for a little chat of their own. Leaving the room, Macaire dragged an unhappy Alandair away to cool off from the situation.

"You must forgive us. If one of our kind were to say such things, they would be put on trial and be found guilty for doubting our policies." Egidio explained, watching the two leave the room.

"So, long version short – you mean to tell us that being found guilty would be treason and the person would be put to death." Draco said.

"Yes, that's very much so." Tesia said.

Gulps were heard in the room – everyone was terrified that if they made a single small comment that seemed to go against the guardians' kind of policies, they would be dead in a heartbeat.

Macaire came in skipping happily followed by a dazed Alandair. It was obvious what the two had been 'talking about'. Ruffled robes, ruffled hair, flushed faces, flushed and bruised lips. And the look in Alandair's eyes did not help to hide the fact that the both of them had not been talking at all out in the hallway. The two guardians had been kissing, though Macaire skipped like without a care in the world, making it seem as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

"Had a nice chat?" Fred asked, wolf whistling.

A sparkling gleam in Macaire's eyes was the only answer, seeing as how Alandair was still a bit dazed.

"What I wouldn't give to have a snog like that." George whispered, only to get hit upside the head but a now unfazed Alandair, who had heard his comment. Glaring at the redhead, the guardian pulled Macaire to his side and gripped his waist protectively.

"Mine." He hissed, before blocking George's view of Macaire.

"All finished!" Luna giggled, before putting her wand all.

All the attention snapped to the blue haired man who now stood before the group. Everyone was shocked at how well put Sirius's glamour had been. Sure it looked amazing on paper, but to actually see it in real life was a whole other perspective. It looked fan–bloody–tastic. And the audience was not too shy about their appreciation.

"Bloody hell Sirius." Ron exclaimed as he took a closer look at the animagus's glamour.

"What? What's wrong?" he asked.

"Oh right. Luna, would you be able to cover up his voice as well?" Hermione asked, looking at Sirius from head to toe.

"I suppose I could. Though it would be a first for me to actually try something like this. Normally wizards just put a glamour on their appearance you know." Luna informed them as she pulled out her wand once more.

Soon afterwards, Luna withdrew her wand and looked pleased with herself.

"So is it done?" Crabbe asked, as he eyed the glamour's forest green robes.

"Oh! Yes, of course. I'm done." Luna said.

"Go on Sirius. Say something." Fred urged.

"Like what? What did you want me to say?" came a smooth, silky and velvety voice.

All the girls nearly squealed once they heard Sirius's new voice. The guys choked in surprise. Luna really did a great job.

"James and Lily must be laughing right about now if they floated in on this scene." Severus said, masking a laugh with a cough. Though he was surprised and pleased with the glamour that would allow the animagus freedom in the Wizarding World without being spotted by anyone, including the Aurors, he was still slightly annoyed to find that the glamour's appearance and voice were of top-notch quality when he saw the eyes of the girls sparkle like their dreams had come true – the perfect looking man with the perfect sounding voice had appeared right before them.

"Of course. Potter and Evans possibly could not understand how a mutt like him would change into something like that." Lucius said. "The sight probably shocked them enough to stop their brains from functioning properly."

"Whoa! Sirius! Your voice!" George cried out.

"Isn't it sweet?" The animagus asked, all jittery with excitement.

"Hey, I know it's a wicked cool voice and all, but don't you think he stands out too much?" Blaise asked.

"Yeah, if he were to speak to people, everyone would notice him." Crabbe said.

"You boys are just jealous you don't have his voice." Pansy said, sniffing.

"Yeah! Pansy's right. So why don't you boys just bugger off!" Ginny replied, scowling at them.

"Luna, what did you do to them?" Tom asked, looking at the blond Ravenclaw at his side.

"Oh nothing. I didn't do anything at all. Nope, nothing!" Luna replied innocently.

The guardians already knew what she did. She added another spell whilst she was covering up the animagus's real voice. That's why she tried to act all innocent about it right now since she's about to be found out by everyone.

"Miss Luna Lovegood," Lucius said sternly. "Please tell us what you did to Sirius's voice."

The smile dropped from Luna's face and Tom didn't like it one bit. He wanted to see the blond smiling, to always want to have her smile. Ugh. What is wrong with me? The Dark Lord thought, shaking his head to clear his thoughts.

"All I did was add another spell that enhances the hypnotic sound of his voice. Besides, I think everyone would like how he sounds like." She said.

"By 'everyone', I'm assuming that you're referring to the female population of the Wizarding World?" Remus guessed.

"Of course!" Luna gushed. "Would you prefer it that I include the Wizarding World's male population too?" She quickly whipped out her wand and started moving it in the air.

"I̱ fo̱ní̱ tou erastí̱ tou tha agapí̱soun."

"Wait!" Neville cried out.

"Luna! That's not what I meant!"

"Somebody stop her!"

But it was too late; Luna had already stopped muttering the spell and had put her wand away, hidden on her person.

"What have you done?" Severus hissed, appalled that he would have some sort of affection towards the dog if he were to speak even one word.

"Don't you dare say anything." Lucius roared, cheeks tinted red in anger – at least that's what it seemed to be when the teens looked at the blond death eater.

Sirius only turned to look at them with humor in his eyes and a raised eyebrow. Lucius couldn't help but shudder at the confidence Sirius was emitting from underneath the glamour. Although the blond preferred it that he would not have to look directly at Sirius, he could still tell that Sirius was underneath all that magic – and so, it did not help him in the least if he were to converse with the dark haired man. He really could not handle Sirius right now – after all that's happened between them, he did not think he would be able to handle him at all.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief. He did not want to end up caught in that enchantment that Luna had set up for males. Females were another thing though; he could deal with it because then, no one would have eyes for his cute Gryffindor except for him. Yes, his eyes have always been on the brunet since laying his gaze upon him in Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. And yes, he has seen all those gazes of endearment for his cute Gryffindor all those years at Hogwarts. How he loathed them all – they were all looking at Harry through their shiny, misty doe eyed gaze. They never liked Harry; they just admired the Chosen One – the one wizard who would save them all by destroying Voldemort and ridding the Wizarding World of the darkness and evil that's consumed them.

Just thinking about the past made him angry. No one knew Harry like he did. Although he was not with the Gryffindor every single day, he knew Harry did not like the attention, did not enjoy the spotlight at all. But because of his past – living through Voldemort's killing curse and killing Voldemort in the process, he was thrust into the spotlight, into all those reporters' vicious claws. The blond clenched his jaw in blinding fury; he wished he had done something to help Harry during those first four years – but he was a Slytherin and everyone tracked his moves. He was unable to put one foot out of line unless he wanted his father to know about his actions.

Harry gave his sleeve a short tug, looking at him in worry. Draco dismissed his boyfriend's worry with a smile and a kiss to the forehead. Telling Harry that he was fine and explaining to the Gryffindor that he was just thinking, he watched as Harry let it go with a smile and turned back to watch the scene before them. Finally the blond Slytherin thought. Finally Draco had Harry Potter the Boy-Who-Lived, the Chosen One, Gryffindor's Lion as his boyfriend, and with friends from both houses, he would be able to protect Harry now.

Then all of a sudden, Harry was laughing – full blown laughing including the tears in the eyes, the heaving of the chest, the bright redness of the cheeks, everything! Draco looked to see what was so hilarious that had made his Gryffindor act in such a way and understood when he saw what Harry was looking at. The dark haired Gryffindor was laughing when he saw that Sirius was trying to mouth out words to everyone. All the men in the room had shouted at the animagus to keep his mouth shut, to not speak, so now they had to figure out what Sirius was saying. It was like a charade and it amused the Gryffindor to no end when all the girls were sighing dreamily and the boy were coming up with weird answers to Sirius's words.

"You need to eat." Blaise guessed.

"You want to buy a puppet?" Harry choked out through his laughter. Sirius looked at his godson with a glare before shaking his head.

"You need to vomit. You're feeling nauseous!" Draco said, adding his input.

"Well if you need to do that, the lavatory is just around the corner you stupid mutt. Surely you know where that is at least." Snape drawled, giving the animagus a flat look.

"You need to what?" Crabbe asked furiously, looking closely at the glamour's mouth.

Sirius slowly mouthed again the words he wanted them to understand.

"You want to speak." Goyle said and Sirius nodded his head.

"You can't speak. I don't want to get all misty doe eyed like those girls over there." Blaise said, cringing when glares where thrown his way from the mentioned girl group.

"Luna if you put a spell to make girls attracted to him, how come you and Tesia are not acting like those three?" Remus asked.

"Oh, it does not affect us." Tesia explained. "It only works on less powerful people?" she said, trying to explain the situation without giving away anything.

"Well… that does not explain much. " Severus sneered.

"Sirius, you can talk you know. It doesn't affect the entire male population. Just a select few."

"And who are the select few might I ask?" Sirius said, looking at the blond, who gave him a secretive grin.

Lucius felt like a powerful blast of magic had hit him, like he had drowned in water and was unable to breathe. Once he had heard that smooth, rich and velvety voice, his eyes softened and became misty. He let out a dreamy sigh before smiling at the animagus dazedly. Though inside his mind, he knew he should not be thinking about Sirius in that way whatsoever, he could not control himself. His inner self was screaming, yelling at him to stop behaving like a fool and that this sort of behavior was unbecoming of someone of his stature, unbecoming of someone who bears the name Malfoy. But no matter how much his brain tried to reason with logic, it was like his body was possessed and made to behave like this against his will.

Draco let out a slightly startled, slightly strangled noise from his throat when he turned to look at whom the spell had affected. His own father had been affected by it! The blond Slytherin turned to look at the blond Ravenclaw who was giggling away to no end, amused that Lucius had been affected so easily. She had thought the blond Death Eater would have at least put up a fight when he heard Sirius's 'new' voice. But I guess not she thought. She did not know her magic would be so effective and so influential over the elder Malfoy.

Once again, the guardians knew very well what the blond Ravenclaw had done. Though she had teased them and told them she put a spell on his voice so males would be enchanted to it, she in fact had not done so, but had spelled his voice to put a certain person in enchantment with his voice.

"Now, shall we head onto the manor in France before we get this weekend started?" Harry asked, yanking on his boyfriend's sleeve once more to get him out of his shocked trance.

Draco shook his head before clearing his throat. "Right. Very well. Everyone come with me. The portkey will be open soon. But leave you luggage; I'll have the house elves bring them over. Tippy, Pippy, Dippy, please take our belongings to the Malfoy Manor in France and make sure to separate them so we know whose things belong to whom."

The house elves when nodded their heads before walking to stand by the luggage bags. "Yes young master." They said, before popping away.

"Okay you lot. Come along now. We've got three portkeys since our group is slightly big. Make sure you bend your knees before landing at the property, you wouldn't want to fall flat on your face." He reminded them.

The Weasleys, Harry and even Hermione who had broken out of her trance just slightly, grimaced at the memory of landing on the ground together in a heap on the grounds several yards away from the camping grounds of the Quidditch World Cup because it had been their first time travelling by portkey.

"Move along now! Hurry it up!" Draco called behind him, ushering everyone towards the portkeys in the middle of the Malfoy Foyer.

In the middle of the Malfoy Foyer were three levitating portkeys. The first one on the far left was a quill – Slytherin green, with a snake emblem embedded on the side. The portkey in the center of the foyer was a book, old, worn and tattered. Lucius sniffed when everyone turned to look at him questioningly.

"What? If I were to use a book as a portkey, you wouldn't find one of my precious books being used as one."

The last portkey to the right was plate. It was clearly a very expensive piece of china. It had green designs on the edges with gold borders. At the very center was a daffodil in full bloom, with petals, leaves and everything.

"I hated that plate. She wanted it. I'm assuming it had something do with her admiration for the flower when she bought it. But now, I know it's due to her narcissist personality. Narcissa is a fitting name for someone like her." Lucius said.

"Now if everyone would grab the portkey." Draco said, stepping up the quill. Harry stepped up besides him and touched a portion of the quill before he felt Draco slide his arm over to take hold of his waist.

"Just in case." He heard the Slytherin whisper and Harry nodded his head.

Neville, Ron, Fred and George joined them after a couple of seconds of contemplating which portkey to choose from. Egidio led the rest of the Guardians over to the plate. And soon, Tom grabbed Luna's hand and dragged the blond Ravenclaw along with him, joining the Guardians. This meant that the last remaining portkey was the old, worn and tattered book, but because it was a book, they would be able to open it – expanding the area of the portkey and the amount of people that were going to be using it. Sirius had moved along towards the portkey, followed by his little fan club consisting of Hermione, Ginny and Pansy; Crabbe and Goyle soon followed afterwards. Severus led a protesting and resistant Lucius Malfoy towards the last portkey.

Lucius did not want to use the same portkey as Sirius, much less be near that coward. His scowl deepened even more when Severus switched the position of the brunette Gryffindor closer to the potions master, leaving the only open spot left next to the animagus. Draco called out to his father that the portkey would be leaving in twenty seconds and that if he didn't want to be left behind, he should grab it now.

The blond Death Eater was about to retort his frustration to his son, but was met by look from hell from Harry. The dark haired Gryffindor had pouted his best towards the angry blond, whose anger dissipated with each second he'd been staring at the boy. Sighing, he reluctantly grabbed the book, not noticing that Sirius had slipped an arm around his waist. And soon after, the portkey whisked all twenty of them away towards the manor in France.

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"Oh…"

"My…"

"Merlin."

The Gryffindors gapped at the large Malfoy estate. Standing in front of them, or at least a couple of yards in front of them was the manor. With lush green fields, there was a nice large porch able to fit a small party of at least fifty people – give or take a few. There was a nice long gate bordering the Malfoy's France estate. The Gryffindors assumed it was to prevent children from running out and escaping into the vast open fields; however, they could not see any bordering at the back of the estate. The Malfoy manor here in France stood at least a good hundred feet tall, give or take a few extra feet, with four floors and private balconies provided for each room – as far as the Gryffindors could see. And the balconies, from where they could see at the ground floor, were beautiful. The balconies' doors were opened, allowing the room to freshen up, and in doing so the curtains of various colors were lightly swaying in the wind.

"Well come on then. We can't be standing out here all day." Lucius exclaimed, quickly ushering everyone through the kaleidoscopic glass front doors, which were underneath the overhang of the manor, designed with fine gold and silver dragons statues.

"Wait until you head inside and see your rooms." Draco boasted.

Lucius grabbed his cane and lightly hit Draco's head with it. "Draco Malfoy, have you forgotten about what happened during your fourth year? It's not nice to boast."

"Yes Father." Draco replied, touching the ache at the back of his head.

Though the Weasleys grew slightly defensive about that statement, they realized that there were neither any heat nor any hatred in the blond's words and so they relaxed.

"Pippy, Tippy, Dippy, Poppy," Lucius called out, summoning his house elves.

"Yes Master Malfoy. How cans we be of assistance?" Pippy asked.

"Bring the luggage to the guest rooms and show our guests where they will be staying for the weekend." He ordered; the house elves bowed and motioned for the guests to follow them up the giant staircase that's centered in the middle of the foyer. As the guests walked up the stairs one by one, they were greeted with portraits of the purebloods in the Malfoy line. The portraits did nothing but sniff and look away when the saw the group passing by. However, this did not seem to faze them one bit, seeing as how the Malfoys were strictly a pure blooded family, who looked down on anyone they did not deem worthy of them.

As they continued up the grand staircase, they saw a large chandelier hanging from the middle of the foyer, gleaming brightly to illuminate the room. The windows were nice and clean, not a spot of dust on them to be seen and they were open to let in a cool breeze. The first stop was the second floor.

"From the ground floor to the second floor is about thirty-five feet. So, on the ground floor will be the ballroom, the formal and informal dining hall, the foyer, the drawing room, the fireplace for the floo network and the entrance to the front yard and the back yard as well as the entrance to the Quidditch field."

"There's always got to be a Quidditch field around you isn't there?" Harry teased.

"Oh shut up Harry." The blond said, no heat behind his words.

"So what's the space behind the manor where the back of the manor's porch is?"

"Well, you see how there's a sort of section right over there?" Draco mentioned, pointing to the spot that seems to be just barely seen from the window where the group was looking out.

The group nodded their heads and so Draco continued on explaining.

"That spot is where the swimming pool is. Father's made a large area for it. So, the swimming pool is a good twelve feet deep. Don't worry about falling through. Father's bought the most expensive, safety precautions any wizard or witch could buy. He's warded it with so many spells that it would be hard to dispel them all. There's one so there wouldn't be any cracks that would cause leakage. Another so there won't be any sound coming from the pool. There's also a nice spell that wards of any sort of weather so we could be in the pool when it's snowing or when it's raining. Ah yes, who could forget that there are separate changing rooms for both sexes – both on opposite sides of the pool." Draco stressed, eyeing the boys who slumped over when they heard that the male changing rooms were not going to be next to the female changing rooms.

"Alright then, enough about the pool. Oh, before I forget. There is a sauna and hot tub in both changing rooms and one of each right beside the pool. Let me tell you about the second floor."

Draco waited for everyone to soak up the details of the swimming pool before moving on.

"We have a large and extensive library on the second floor. And, my father's study is besides it; so please, don't do anything he wouldn't want you to do. His bedroom is beside his study room. Because of this, there are only four bedroom chambers here. So actually, that makes five bedrooms on the second floor. Don't worry though; the bedrooms are all finely sized in proportions each with their own private balconies, a private bathroom and large amount of space for anything you might want to put in there. Oh, there's also another bathroom down the hall if there's a problem with your own bathroom. So I'm guessing the you four will be staying on the second floor?" Draco asked looking at the guardians.

Alandair, Macaire and Tesia turned to look at Egidio, who thought for a moment before nodding his head.

"Alright, we accept your humble hospitality. Might I ask, are the rooms spelled to be sound proof as well?"

"Oh yes! I almost forgot about that. Each room is spelled with his or her own privacy lock, spelled to be sound proof and spelled to change accordingly to the person's preferences. So for example, if we wanted to live amongst nature, the room's ceiling would be spelled to look like the sky, and the furniture would change depending on what would be required to live outdoors amongst the wilderness. Of course, the bathroom would be changed as well, so be careful what you wish for your bedroom to look like." The Slytherin warned.

Thanking the blond once more, the four guardians headed off towards their own rooms. Draco moved the rest of the group along with him, leading them to the third floor of the manor.

"Alright, since the there's about thirty feet from the floor of the library to the ceiling, the rest of the floors' bedrooms will be only about twenty feet tall."

"Is there a floor underneath the ground floor perhaps?" Ginny asked.

"Yes, the cellar and the dungeon." Draco said, instantly answering the question like he had already known that would pop up sometime soon. "There's actually two floors underneath the ground floor, but I don't suggest you lot going there. It's for your own good."

Heeding the blond's warning, the group's attention honed into the Slytherin's explanation of the rest of the house.

"Okay, so the third floor and the fourth floor are mostly made up of bedroom chambers and have bathrooms strategically placed near every three rooms…" Draco trailed off once he saw that the twins were giggling behind their mouths and were trying very hard to keep themselves from laughing out loud.

"What's so funny?" Blaise asked.

"Didn't you hear him? He said the bathrooms were 'strategically' placed near three rooms." Fred said, snorting.

"Yes and what seems to be so funny about this?" Pansy questioned.

"Can't help but imagine how strategic it would be if the entire floor's bathrooms do not work and there are only about a couple of bathrooms vacant for a large amount of people rushing to get there." George said.

This put the thought of dozens of people running and fighting amongst themselves to get to one single bathroom, only to find that it had been occupied by someone already in there, in everyone's heads. They couldn't help but be amused.

"Yes, I suppose it's quite funny. But I swear if you two do anything, anything at all with the plumbing system, there will be hell to pay." Hermione hissed.

Their twins put their arms up in front of them, promising everyone that they would not touch a thing at the manor before turning around to wink at each other.

"Very well, there are about twenty one rooms here, and about seven lavatories. So since there's just fifteen of us left, we can each take a room and still have unoccupied rooms. It's the same for the fourth floor as well. At the room of the manor, it's filled with lounge chairs. So if you want to sunbathe, you might want to go up there to do it." Draco included, before assigning everyone to his or her room for the weekend.

"So Harry," Draco said, standing in the middle of the hallway in front of two doors. "Here's my bedroom, and right across from it is an unoccupied bedroom. Do you still want to share bedrooms or do you want your own? I respect your privacy and all, but I respect your choices even more." Draco said, looking at the brunet in front of him.

Harry turned to face the door across Draco's room before turning to face Draco.

"I think I'll room with you. I'm uncomfortably rooming alone. It's quite difficult a habit to change once I've roomed with several people only to go back to a single room." Harry said.

The dark haired Gryffindor had no idea how happy his choice was to Draco, but he could feel the blond exuding happiness – even his thoughts had gone all bright and warm.

"Very well. Shall we?" Draco asked, reaching for the doorknob.

"Wait." Draco turned to look at Harry.

"What is it?"

"You know how you said the bedrooms were spelled to change into whatever the user wanted it to be?"

"Oh." Draco said, remembering his words from his little tour with the group.

"Yeah. So, do you mind if it changes for me?"

"No, of course not. I'm sure the room would combine our ideas and make it into something that we both like." Draco said.

"Oh! That's great. I really didn't want you to be upset about it or anything. I mean, it is your room and all. I didn't – "

"Harry, Harry. Now you're just rambling." Draco said, interrupting the Gryffindor. "I'm telling you it's alright. We're a couple now, and first and foremost, we're different individuals. So we're bound to have different ideas. Don't worry about a thing. We can make this work, okay?"

"Okay. Let's do it." And with that both Harry and Draco reached for the doorknob, touched it at the same time, turned it and opened the door.

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The teens watched the Slytherin – Gryffindor couple enter their room before looking towards their own door. They gulped in trepidation because whatever their minds thought of their room to be, the spell would manifest their room to be their thought.

Please don't be spiders. Don't be spiders. Anything but spiders. Ron thought viciously, as he touched the doorknob leading to his room. He felt the spell hum against his magic before he twisted it and opened the door. The room was dark, as if there were no lights, no lighting. Nothing. And then he heard it – the soft click clacking which began to echo and soon he saw several pairs of red eyes looking straight at him. Screaming in horror, Ron slammed the door shut. He trembled and shivered; he couldn't believe that his room had turned into a room full of spiders when he specifically thought of no spiders!

"Ron, if you don't relax, the room jumps to your worst fears." Hermione said, when the twins burst out laughing at their younger brother's terrified expression.

"Right. Relax, all I have to do is relax." Ron mumbled as he got to his feet and took a nice deep breath. The others watched as Ron gripped the doorknob with a determined gaze before they smelt something delicious wafting through the gap underneath the doorway. Ron smiled before opening the doors to reveal the inside of the Burrow.

"Really Ron? Out of all the things you could imagine, you imagine home?" Ginny asked.

"I'm more comfortable with it, besides, I can always smell Mum's cooking here. And it's probably the second place that relaxes me, right after sitting by the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room of course." The redhead said, closing the door behind him.

"Oh come now Tom! Lose the dreary weary interior! Go big, go bold!" Luna exclaimed from one of the rooms down the hall. Everyone rushed towards the doorway with the open door and peered inside. They shivered when they felt a cold breeze and saw the floor covered in mist. True to Luna's words, the Dark Lord's room was indeed dark, with the occasional candle to light up the corners of the room. Above the bed, at the center of the ceiling, hovered several candles, which were in a circle formation. The flickering of the orange red flames did not help to relax anyone who was peering inside the room. Luna seemed to be the only other person that was not affected by the room – the other person was Tom.

"Come now Tom." Luna insisted as she dragged the Dark Lord out of the room by the arm.

"You're an awfully strong woman for someone with such a petite body." Tom said, as he tried to hold his position but failing miserably. A giggle was the only reply to his comment.

Once out of the room, Luna closed the door, waited a couple of seconds whilst she hummed happily and then reached to open the door. Once her hand touched the doorknob, a scent of fresh flowers wafted through the gap underneath the doorway and Luna happily pushed the door open to reveal a nice brightly lit room.

A large canopy bed was by the balcony with lamps on the bedside table. A brightly lit chandelier gorgeously hung from the center of the room, with its shining ornaments lightly swinging to and fro from the breeze entering through the open balcony doors. The curtains were a nice Slytherin green, with the Slytherin crest embedded in it. The bedcovers and tapestry were Slytherin green as well. A nice round table a couple of feet away from the bed was made from nice dark oak and the centerpiece was a vase full of blooming flowers. A fireplace on the far right of the room was nicely burning, dimly lighting the small seating area Luna had thought up for the room. Overall, the room looked nice and normal – a little too normal and upbeat for the Dark Lord, but Luna turned to give a look at the Dark Lord that screamed 'if you change how the room is, I'll hurt you'.

Nodding his head, Tom realized that Luna was actually the first person he was afraid of – besides Harry when he was trying to rid him from the Wizarding World. But he promised Luna he'd keep the room as it was; after all, he quite liked how the room looked. It was the complete opposite of the rooms he used to live in as he grew up. It gave him hope and warmth, whereas those rooms drowning in darkness did nothing but make him feel despair and reminded him of loss.

"Now if you're all done standing around here, you better leave the premises before I curse you into oblivion." Tom threatened. "And don't think that I don't know you kids are standing there. I've known since you've first peeked into my room. Now Luna, I think you should be heading to your own room right about now, don't you think?"

Everyone scrambled away and fled to his or her own rooms when they felt the magic in the air spike. They did not want to be caught in the middle of a magical duel or whatever it was Luna and Tom did when one of them was angry with the other.

Fred and George shared a room. Fred grabbed onto the doorknob and George touched the door. They felt magic pulsing through them the split moment they touched any part of the door and they pushed it open. They smirked at each other before strolling into their room. Once the door was slightly ajar, they could already hear the gear grinding, and smell the nice sweet scent from the candy wrappers. Their room now looked like the little room inside of their store Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, but a whole lot bigger in size – a nice large workshop. Several boxes of materials were laid out on the tables. Piles of blueprints were hung up on the walls. It was like home sweet home.

"Wicked." They murmured in unison as they looked around the room.

Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle had their own rooms.

The olive skinned Slytherin strolled down the hallway from Tom's room with as much grace as he could when scared. He touched the doorknob, thought of the first place he could and opened the door before stepping in. He smelled the ocean breeze and knew exactly where he was. He was at his mother's manor in Italy, when she had first taken him there for a vacation. Blaise was about seven at the time. He would never forget when his mother had spent the whole day with him, because usually she was always so busy heading out somewhere. He was normally left alone at home. But that specific vacation brought out the biggest and brightest smile from him – one that he had only shown his mother, showing his appreciation for her. And a smile and hug was received in return.

Crabbe and Goyle's room looked like their Slytherin dormitory back at Hogwarts. Because they didn't have any fond memories back at home, the only good memories they had were of being in Hogwarts, away from their parents, who were always trying to get them to be recruited in the Dark Lord's circle as Death Eaters. However, they hoped that with the sudden increase of friends, especially from the house they used to be enemies with, they would be able to create new memories with each other.

Pansy, Hermione and Ginny had their own rooms.

Pansy, like Blaise, strolled down the hallway towards her room with as much grace as a Pureblood Witch should have. Her finger glanced off of the doorknob and the door swung open, revealing her bedroom from home. A large circular mattress with Slytherin green silk blankets were in the middle of a black marble tiled room. A large thin and sheer silver curtain hung from the top of the ceiling, draping around the bed. Beside the bed was a mahogany bedside table with a nice Snack shaped lamp on top. Several feet away was a big vanity table, filled with make-up. A couple of feet away from the sleeping area was a nice small fireplace with a snack like mantle piece. The fireplace was already crackling with fire, warming up the room and dimly lighting it up.

Hermione had her dream room. As she opened the door, she smelled old and worn parchment paper. She smiled brightly when her room was packed with bookcases and bookshelves filled to the brim with books. Though a portion of her room was specifically for her bed, about seventy-five percent of her room was made for books. There was even a nice little table with a lamp, quill and ink and parchment paper ready to be used. But the brunette Gryffindor felt that even if she did enjoy the smell of books, it would get too stifling. And so, she headed to her balcony door, opened it and watched as the curtains slowly turned from Slytherin green to Gryffindor red and gold. She watched the colors crawl from the top of the curtains and make its way all the way to the bottom of the curtains. Even the tapestry around the rooms changed color once she gave them a small touch with her fingertips.

Ginny's room had a dash of her Gryffindor pride, and was filled with all things Quidditch. The youngest redhead of the Weasley family was very into Quidditch. Her bed was by the corner of the room, covered with Holyhead Harpy merchandise – blankets, pillows, bedcovers, anything that Ginny had wanted from them, she now had in that room. The room she had thought of even had several posters of different Quidditch teams and different players up on the wall. Though, the one poster that hung right above her bed was of the Holyhead Harpies – the team she dreamed of playing for as a chaser, once she had made her way into the Quidditch world. All in all, Ginny was very satisfied with the spell that made her room into her dream room.

Severus, Sirius and Remus had their own rooms as well, though Severus was unhappy that he'd be living in the room across from Sirius's.

Severus entered his room to see that a portion of his room had been sectioned off in order to be used as a potions lab. Tapping at the wall separating the two rooms from each other, he nodded in satisfaction when he felt the wards that were covering both his bedroom and the potions lab. He walked into it and looked through the cabinet by the cauldron. It was indeed filled with ingredients needed to make as many potions as he wanted – even the basic ones like the pepper up potion, the blood replenishing potion, the pain relieving potion and many more. He also couldn't help but notice that the room seemed to be a bit dark – maybe even too much so for his liking. And as soon as he thought that, candles appeared, hanging from the walls and lit up brightly, illuminating the dreary room, even a large chandelier formed from the ceiling, hanging there as it glowed brightly. Happy with his room, Severus set off to brew up several potions.

Remus had a nice little argument with Moony. While the wizard argued for a regular room with a nice and normal bedroom interior, the werewolf side of him wanted open areas, open space, grassy flooring, trees, everything nature related. Of course, being as the full moon was drawing near, the werewolf within Remus grew restless of having to be locked up indoors. And so, Remus could not help but have to compromise with the werewolf.

Moony, if I allow half of the room to be what you want, I should have the other half of the room to myself.

Awoooooh.

Just use the bathroom like a regular human being. I will not be made to go behind a tree!

Moony whined before giving a growl of approval. Remus sighed feeling relieved; at least he was starting to get along with the werewolf. After seeing his cub a few days ago, it seemed to have relaxed quite a bit. He wondered what that had to do with being around Harry.

And so, thinking of the 'perfect' room for both himself and for his little werewolf, Remus grabbed hold of the doorknob, felt the magic running through him and pushed open the door.

The wallpapers were decorated with trees, leaves and nature drawings – it was so realistic that it gave off a nice and relaxing aura, which soothed the werewolf within Remus even more so than he thought it would. The carpets were made from moss that would absorb any sort of water, which made the werewolf happier when Remus took off his shoes and socks and walked across it barefooted. The bed however, was probably the only thing besides the private bathroom, the drawers and desk that was normal – which did not work too well with the nature interior. But, the colors helped to tie it into the interior one way or another.

There was also a nice little area for Remus to sit in front of the fireplace. Moony complained that Remus was sitting rather than lying on the carpet, but because Remus currently had full dominance over his body, he refused to act like a dog when he was in his human state. Wondering if he should ask the potions master to brew up some Wolfsbane potion, he heard Moony growl angrily inside his head and decided he would try to go without it just for this one full moon.

Sirius didn't know what to make of when he touched the doorknob to his room. His thoughts had been caught between two options – the time he spent with James, Remus, Lily and Harry back at Godric's Hollow before the incident and the times he spent with Lucius back when they were dating at Hogwarts. He just wanted his room to be as close to Lucius as possible. He wanted – no, needed to talk to the blond badly. He wanted to right the wrong that he had did several decades ago, and he could only do that if he was able to get the blond alone, even for a little bit of time together. Thinking this, as soon as his door opened to reveal his room, he slammed the door shut. Taking several deep breaths, he slowly opened the door again to see a stunned Lucius looking back at him.

"Black! What are you doing here in my room?" the blond shouted, looking at the animagus who had frozen like a deer in headlights.

"What do you mean your room? Clearly I'm standing in front of my room!" Sirius retorted, still wondering why the blond was in his room, half undressed.

"Stop staring at me." Lucius hissed as he grabbed his robes.

Sirius immediately turned around before replying, "It's not my fault this happened you know."

"What were you thinking of before you touched the doorknob to your room then?" Sirius heard the rustling of robes coming from behind him.

"Well, first I thought of the time when I used to visit James, Lily and Harry with Remus at Godric's Hollow. But then I started to think about you. I really wanted to talk to you, no matter what – even for just a couple of seconds. And as I was thinking about that, I reached out to turn the doorknob and there you were!" Sirius replied honestly. He didn't know how he would be able to lie his way out of this one, especially since Lucius always seemed to know when he was lying.

"Well, since you're thinking about that now the room won't change because now you've got that thought in your head or the desire to talk to me. So you'll always end up in my private quarters." Lucius said, pulling his hair out from his robes. "Now, since we're done with this, do you mind tying my hair?"

Sirius whipped his head around so fast he could've gotten a crick in his neck. "Y-You want me to tie your hair?" he stuttered.

"I always liked the way you tied my hair. It was always perfect – not that the way I tie it isn't. Just do it Black." Lucius growled, holding his silver hair tie out to the animagus.

Sirius swallowed the lump in his throat before he walked up to the blond. He gingerly took the hair tie from his hand and straightened Lucius's long blond hair. He ran his fingers through it, combing through the knots before he reached for the loose strands. Looping the hair tie underneath the blond's fine silky hair, Sirius dutifully tied it up before walking around Lucius to give him a once over.

"Yup, I've always liked your hair up like that." He replied, nodding his head in appreciation. A small smile graced the blond's face before it disappeared as quick as it came. But the animagus caught sight of it, inwardly smiling at the blond.

"So what are we going to do for living arrangements?"

"You can take the settee and I'll be taking my bed." Lucius drawled, as if it was the most obvious answer.

"But that settee's barely big enough for this body. It's probably just a little over five feet."

"Then might I suggest the rug in front of the fireplace? It's a nice area to curl up next to the fire." Lucius said, throwing out options.

"Now you're just plainly not being hospitable. Do you really want your guest to be sleeping on the floor?" Sirius hated to play the guest card, but knowing as how Lucius grew up as a pureblood, tradition calls for hospitality for guests, even though you dislike.

"But you really aren't a guest are you Black? You're someone who just hopped along for the ride." The blond shot back, and the animagus was reminded that he was a wanted prisoner who had broke out of Azkaban.

The blond saw the crestfallen look appear on the brunet's face. "Sirius, you know I didn't mean it that way." He began. But the brunet shook his head.

"If it wasn't meant like that, it sure sounded like it did." Sirius muttered, heading towards the door. "I'll try to find another unoccupied room then. I'm sorry to disturb you."

The blond watched sadly as the animagus opened the door and walked out.

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"Wow Draco, it's… it's – " Harry couldn't come up with the words to describe the room he was looking at.

"It's perfect, just perfect." Draco finished, when he ushered Harry into the room and closed the door behind them.

The room they walked in looked like something out of a fairy tale. The room was a nice shade of green, not too light and not too dark. The borders around the room were gold with a combined emblem the initial of Gryffindor and Slytherin and of both a snake and a lion to represent the unity between the Slytherins and the Gryffindors. The pillows, duvet, silk mattress covers and the sheer curtain covering the bed were all silver colored. At the foot of the bed was a settee, wide enough to match the width of the bed. And that was not all, there was a large walk-in closet that Draco loved – one that he would enjoy even more when he got Harry new and better clothes to wear.

The rugs around the room were a nice red, soft and fluffy to the touch. From the ceiling hung a frosted chandelier made from actual frozen water droplets that glittered when the light hit it at just the right angle. The fireplace was already blazing with fire and above it was an empty picture frame – one that Draco, and Harry secretively, hoped that would have a portrait of the both of them. There was a nice little sitting area in front of the fireplace, which pleased Harry since he wanted to do more romantic and intimate stuff with the blond.

"We could change it whenever we like you know. Just say the word – no just think it, and the spell will change the room accordingly." Draco said.

"I think it's nice, simple and gorgeous." Harry stated, before walking over to the bed and skimming his fingers along the silky texture of the mattress covers.

The two settled down into a comfortable silence before Draco spoke up.

"Harry, since you've gotten your memories back. Why – well… why exactly didn't you –"

"Revert back to hating your guts and calling you a, what was it that Hermione said? Oh right - 'You foul evil loathsome little cockroach'. " Harry chuckled.

"Well… yes." Draco said; he didn't know any other way to put it. Then again he thought, maybe I should've told him to leave out that last part. He looked at Harry for an answer and continued to stare at the brunet when he didn't reply.

"Well?" He burst out anxiously.

Harry turned to look at him before breaking out into a smile. "You cared for me, more than anyone else have. I mean, sure Mrs. Weasley takes care of me, but she doesn't quite understand me as well as you do. You know everything I don't fancy, and possibly everything that I do fancy. Mind you, you were the first wizard I've met before anyone, even Ron. Also, some – "

The dark haired teen paused in his words and his eyes looked from side to side before looking all around the room as if he was waiting for something.

"Anyway…" he began, turning to bring his attention back to Draco. "Some thing told me that you were trustworthy, and you've proved your worth by sticking by me through thick and thin. On the same note, I'm sorry about your mother; I really shouldn't have tried to kill her."

Draco accepted his apology with a hug. "It's alright. I mean who knew that woman would do something like that. I thought she cared about me, but instead she only wanted to control me. She really showed her true colors. So I'm glad you tried to protect me from her."

"How are you feeling about it?" Harry asked tentatively.

"I'm fine Harry. Really I am. Don't worry about it too much." Draco said, "So what are you going to do about Dumbledore?" he asked, changing to topic.

The light in Harry's eyes dulled and his look grew cold and dark. The magic coming off of the Gryffindor would've rivaled Voldemort's aura of darkness. With a twitch of his right eye, Harry turned to beam at Draco with a smile, which completely threw off the Slytherin.

"I have plans for him now. I am now the chess master and he will be my pawn in my own. little. game." Harry said enunciating the last three words slowly.

"You know, you really could've been one of us – a Slytherin." Draco said, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.

"Oh, did I forget to mention that?"

"What do you mean?"

"In first year, the Sorting Hat said I'd do great things in Slytherin and I almost became one. But because you were sorted into Slytherin before I was, and the way you treated Ron before we entered the Great Hall," Harry added, giving his boyfriend a look which had Draco laughing sheepishly at him, "I decided to go for Gryffindor, away from a bully like you. You know, you reminded me of Dudley. That's probably also another reason why I despised Slytherin. However it may be, the Sorting Hat was true to its word. Slytherin was more loyal to one another than Gryffindors were – I had a first hand experience at that."

"First hand experience? You've had disloyalty amongst the lions? You – the Golden Boy?" Draco asked astonished.

"Yes, Ron decided to treat me like a right bastard. He thought I betrayed him and so he called me a traitor for putting my own name into the Goblet of Fire for the Triwizard Tournament during fourth year. We hadn't talked for the entire time, until he realized it wasn't me. Of course it took a lot of persuading and persistent talking from the other Gryffindors to get him to see the truth. I think Neville was the only one who had my back during that year."

"Longbottom?" Draco cleared his throat when Harry looked at him deadpanned. "Neville?" he corrected.

"Yeah, he's like as close a mate as Ron is now. Very courageous person, though a bit shy I guess?"

Draco's grip around Harry tightened just a bit. "You aren't going for him are you? The type who's shy at first before he becomes outgoing?"

Harry laughed. "Are you jealous Draco? Or are you perhaps insecure?"

"Both." Draco mumbled, and Harry startled just a bit, surprised to hear the blond confess so openly.

"Don't worry. I like Neville," he interrupted Draco just as the blond started to protest, "but only as a friend Draco."

The Slytherin settled back down comfortably behind the Gryffindor. "So what do you want to do now?"

"What is there to do?"

"Quidditch?"

"I'll beat you."

"That was just a fluke. The first game was fluke."

"That reminds me. The Slytherins have to do what the Gryffindors tell them to do, don't they? That little bet we had back at the Malfoy Manor, you do remember it don't you?"

The Slytherin groaned and placed his forehead on Harry's shoulder. "I was hoping you'd forget about that. They're going to kill me."

Harry patted Draco on the head, careful to mind the blond's precious hair. "Poor Draco Malfoy. My boyfriend's going to get chewed out before I even get to him."

This piqued Draco's interest. "Oh? Does this mean you're going to be the one to eat me?"

Harry turned around in Draco's arms and wrapped his own arms around the blond's neck pulling him closer to him before whispering against his lips and looking at him straight in the eyes. "If I don't, someone might get to you before I ever do."

Draco's head was swirling with how close Harry was, how intoxicating he smelled and the feel of his soft plump lips against his. Whilst Harry was talking to him, he couldn't help but think how those lips would feel if they were actually moving against his while they were kissing, how those eyes would fill with tears due to his want for Draco. And so, with all those thoughts, his body moved on its own, twisting around to push Harry underneath him and onto the mattress.

Harry let out a small squeak as he landed on his back, his arms tightening at the sudden movement before he settled back down, staring into those bright silver orbs. Draco smirked at him before slowly lowering his lips onto Harry's and giving him a light kiss before pulling back. The Gryffindor whined with displeasure at having lost lip contact before Draco gave him a genuine smile and continuing the kiss.

Their lips moved slowly against each other's, allowing themselves to familiarize themselves with the other's lips. Draco slowly licked Harry's bottom lip before Harry hesitantly opened it. Knowing it was the Gryffindor's first time kissing him, he didn't plunder the brunet's mouth with all his pent up passion and lust for him. Draco's mouth slowly roamed within Harry's hot mouth, teasing Harry's tongue with his own and drawing it out into his own mouth where Harry began to tentatively explore all on his own.

When Harry felt comfortable with the kiss, he pulled Draco closer, touching the blond's tongue with his own. And that's when all the passion was released. Draco pressed their bodies against each other, earning a mewl and a shudder from the brunet when their clothed erections brushed against each other. Moaning into Harry's mouth, Draco kissed with more pressure, his pride increasing with each moan that he drew from the Gryffindor underneath him.

Draco pulled away from Harry when air was needed. And he wished he hadn't. The red flushed face and full blown dilated and watery eyes on the brunet with those delectable kiss-bruised and moist lips had Draco hardening in his trousers faster than he ever would have naturally. The already unruly hair atop Harry's head did nothing but fuel the seemingly never-ending desire in Draco's eyes. But what sealed the deal was Harry's words laced with dazed lust, "Draco… more… please…"

Groaning, the blond was swept up in another kiss with the brunet before pulling back up again. Gulping, Draco set his forehead on the brunet's shoulder, taking long and deep breaths to calm down.

"That… was… great." Harry gasped, trying to catch his breath.

Draco looked up and cocked an eyebrow. "Only great? I assumed your response would've been fantastic or even amazing! I'm hurt. You've hurt my pride."

Harry lightly pushed Draco off of him. "You know what I mean." He mumbled, casting his eyes downward before he quickly looked up, cheeks darkening even more.

"Oh?" Draco asked, looking down and noticing why Harry was blushing. "Do you need me to – Ack!"

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"You know, you didn't have to slap me for that…" Draco grumbled with his cheek a bit pink, upset that he had gotten hit and upset that the small romantic moment they had was ruined all because he had put his foot and half a leg down his mouth.

"So it was my fault then?" Harry asked, glaring at Draco with a faint blush in his cheeks. Although he was glaring at Draco, to the blond it seemed more like he was trying to tempt him into kissing him once more with those cute little pouty lips of his.

Shaking his head, Draco tried to appease the Gryffindor. "No, no. That's not what I mean. Anyway, aren't you glad there's a pool here? We can all go swimming and you can have a reason to look at my perfectly sculpted bo- Ack!"

Harry, his little dark haired Gryffindor, had slapped him once more.

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"Draco, why is your cheek all red?" Pansy asked, when she stepped closer to inspect the blond's face.

"Must've walked into a wall or a door or something." the blond murmured when he felt his boyfriend's death glare from behind him.

"The graceful Malfoy? Walking into the door when his mind was adrift? Impossible." Blaise exclaimed, exaggeratedly placing his hand on his bare chest.

The entire group was now at the backyard pool behind the manor. The group had even managed to gather the adults and the guardians and Harry had done all the persuading. Everyone separated to go change into their bathing suits without so much of a complaint as they walked towards the pool and their eyes grew wide seeing its size – well, it was mostly the Gryffindors' eyes that grew, the Slytherins' eyes did slightly widen because the pool was slightly bigger than what they had remembered. Perhaps the Malfoys had renovated once again?

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"Can you believe this? Look at the jacuzzi!" Ginny's voice echoed through the girls' changing room.

"Keep it down Ginny. You're too loud." Hermione complained.

"You would've thought that it was the first time you've seen a muggle device." Pansy said. "At least they're good for something."

"I've heard about these before, though I've never actually seen one." Tesia said, as she walked closer to inspect the jacuzzi.

"Well we should go now. I bet the guys are waiting for us." Hermione piped up.

Nodding their heads, the girls left the changing room.

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"Draco, this place is wonderful. The jacuzzi is huge." Harry gushed as he hopped out of his pant leg.

"Careful now Harry. The floors might be wet." Draco cautioned, helping the brunet remove his clothes swiftly – his entire body poised to block anyone from looking at Harry except for himself.

Harry shook his head when he realized what Draco was doing. Giving his blond boyfriend a quick pinch on the arm, Harry scolded him softly before he was given a glare in return. Shrugging his shoulders, Harry went to change into his trunks, telling Draco to do so as well. And soon, everyone met up beside the poolside.

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"So who will be the first to go?" Draco called out as the group walked gingerly towards the stairs that led to the top of the diving platform, which was about twenty-four feet above the deep end of the diving portion of the pool.

"I'll do it. Might as well get this over with." Hermione said, stepping out from the group.

Fred whistled. "Someone's ready to get her game on."

"It's a good thing you're wearing that instead of a two piece." George said.

Hermione was sporting a deep lavender cross back swimsuit. "I anticipated that Draco was going to make us do something like this, so I wore this. However, I did bring several pairs of swimsuits so any one could've worked."

Pansy was wearing a black two-piece with a ruffled bottom. Ginny was wearing a pink twice piece as well. Because Tesia did not bring any swimsuits with her, but she waved a hand over her body and it was clothed in a dark blue one piece. Elle was wearing a white one piece too. Unlike all the other girls, Luna had on a variety of colors swimsuit – to the group it looked like a huge rainbow or loads of paint splattered all over her swimsuit.

The boys were all wearing different colored trunks. Harry wore Draco's dark green resized trunks whilst Draco wore silver trunks. Fred and George wore identical orange trunks because they didn't want anyone to be able to tell who was who. Ron wore brown trunks. Neville had on beige colored trunks. Blaise wore black trunks and Goyle wore yellow trunks. Crabbe and Theo happened to wear the same color trunk, although Crabbe had a deeper shade gray and Theo had a lighter shade of gray.

Like Tesia, Egidio, Alandair and Macaire had waved a hand over their bodies and was clothed in red trunks, navy blue trunks and teal trunks respectively. Sirius wore blue trunks that complimented his glamour's hair color – which Remus didn't see was necessary since they were all alone at the estate. Remus wore dark brown trunks and Lucius wore dark magenta trunks.

Everyone stood at the bottom of the diving platform watching Hermione climb up the stairs that, to them, seemed to lead to doom – or as much doom as diving from twenty-four feet up high into the pool.

Everyone watched Hermione wave from the top of staircase before she took a deep breath. The brunette slowly walked before she started running and jumped from the platform, twisting and turning in difficult forms before plunging into the deep end of the diving portion of the pool with not much as a little splash. It seemed like the water had enveloped her entire form, slipping onto her like a perfect second skin. The Gryffindor came back up after a few seconds before brushing her hair from her face and wiping the remains of the water from her eyes.

"How'd I do?" she asked, beaming up at them with a smile.

"That was brilliant. How'd you do that?" Ron asked.

"Oh, I took swimming lessons as a child and then I moved onto diving lessons. It's not harmful to learn more things you know." She said as she made her way out of the pool. She rose from the pool, water dripping off of her body and all the boys gulped when they saw her wet, moist skin. She twisted her hair to rid the water before throwing it over her shoulder.

Harry and Draco only rolled their eyes. Sirius was too busy staring at Lucius whereas the latter was pointedly trying to ignore him. Remus was just beaming at her with a smile and the girls applauded. Tom could only shake his head with a smile when he saw her performance.

"Next!" Draco shouted and one by one, the Slytherins, Gryffindors and even the adults and guardians trudged up the staircase.

Goyle and Crabbe did cannon balls when they were advised that belly flops would not be the smart thing to do from a height of twenty-four feet. It wouldn't even been smart from a short height of two feet jumping off of the diving board. Ron went after and meekly looked over the edge before calls of encouragement urged him forward and off he fell and into the pool with a large splash. Theo had jumped in front of Blaise, wanting to get the deed done and over it. It didn't help the ground from stifling their laughter when they saw the frown on his face as he fell all the way down into the pool.

Blaise followed next with just a straight dive towards the pool, arms above his head, hands cutting through the water once he dove into the pool. Fred and George were not as graceful; it was either that or they refused to play it the cool way and instead went for the crazy wacky way. They just ran on the diving platform until they ran off of it and just kept their running form in the air before landing in the pool below them. Neville chose to do it the wizard way and with his Gryffindor courage, casted a levitation spell on himself before removing it from himself and plunging into the pool.

Because Moony had taken over Remus just for that split second when the wizard was about to jump off, he had his tongue hanging out in the air as he fell and had doggy paddled out of the pool. Sirius bowed gracefully, allowing Lucius to go before him and the blond passed by him without so much as a glance in his direction. However, Lucius did promise himself to talk to the animagus seriously once the weekend was over. And off the diving platform he went, as graceful as a pureblood Malfoy could ever be.

As water dripped off of his body when he left the pool, he couldn't help but smirk at the animagus when he caught him looking. Sirius deftly turned his eyes away and marched straight up the stairs, quickly diving back down in the same form as Remus because he thought he would save his best friend from all the laughter he produced. Everyone waited with bated breath when Tom was up next.

The Dark Lord still had his glamour on and so looked like an eighteen-year old boy. He walked up the stairs in a short amount of time and just slowly drifted down into the pool, several ripples forming as his body made contact with the water. Although they knew to expect this sort of thing coming from Tom, everyone was so excited to actually see him have fun like a teenager again. So when Harry refused to admit that his form was considered diving, Tom gave him a flat look and begrudgingly redid his dive – this time earning a thumbs-up from Harry.

Egidio, Alandair, Macaire and Tesia jumped off all at the same time. Though they were at different spots on the platform and facing away from each other, their forms, positioning in the air and eventually into the water was perfect; if there was a word that was even better than perfect then they were it. No one else knew how to describe it, but they were the perfection of diving. Harry grudgingly walked up the stairs because he knew he couldn't beat their performance. And so, he thought he would give them a performance worth watching.

When he stood at the edge of the platform, he took a deep breath and raised his arms so that it was perpendicular to his body. As he did so, water rose from the pool and swirled in the air in forms of dragons. Harry waited until the dragons reached his height and then jumped. He lifted his arms above his head and the dragons twisted and turned all around him before speeding back up high above the pool. As he felt his fingertips touch the water, the water dragons exploded into raindrops and eventually a rainbow formed in the air when the sunlight hit the mist. A water skin enveloped Harry as he entered the water and when he left the pool, he had not even one drop of water on him. His body was completely dry.

Basking in the applause of his performance he beamed at Draco, smirking at him – a challenging look that clearly said, "Beat that". And so Draco did. Like Harry, Draco used his elemental magic. The blond released bits of lightning from his fingertips. Jumping off the edge, Draco did a graceful flip before allowing the lightning to explode in the air, forming bright fireworks and diving into the water. As he came out of the pool with water dripping off his body, the girls swooned at the blond's Adonis body causing Harry to frown in jealousy but smiling at his boyfriend softly nonetheless. Seeing Harry's smile made Draco brighten up all the more, walking over to hug his boyfriend and planting a kiss on his lips.

Luna followed after Tom, skipping up the stairs and bowing at the edge of the platform before leaning forward even more and falling off, spinning several times in the air and dipping into the water without a single ripple or splash forming. And as Luna left the pool, it seemed as if she was glowing – a soft halo like effect emitting from her. Similar to Harry, no water droplets clung to her body. She was completely dry of any sort of moisture, which further confused and mystified the group as to who or what Luna actually was.

"Severus, what are you waiting for?"

All eyes turned to the last remaining person whom had not dived yet, even Luna had dived in her own silly, but dangerous way. Severus turned away sniffing.

"I refuse to do something so childish."

"Are you implying that I am childish Severus?" Tom hissed, his anger activating the pain the coursed through the Dark Mark on the Death Eater's arm, in turn hurting Lucius as well as he fell to his knees clutching his arm.

The two adults grimaced and bit their lips hard, drawing blood. Sirius rushed to Lucius's side just as soon as Hermione dropped down on her knees beside the potions master.

"Tom leave them alone. He didn't mean anything by that comment." Hermione pleaded.

The Death Eaters' face had gone deathly pale before Tom calmed down with Luna's petting and soothing words.

"My my, my dear Tom. I never knew you to be someone to lose your anger to easily."

"Luna… I think you're adding fuel to the fire if you keep that up." Pansy said weakly as she motioned towards the blond Ravenclaw.

"Really? Ah okay. Then, if you calm down, I'll give you a kiss Tom." Luna giggled and Tom froze in his place. Puckering her lips up, Luna tippy-toed and gave Tom a quick kiss on the cheek before backing up giggling and diving into the pool.

"What are you waiting for? The water's great!" the girl giggled from the pool and dived back in when Tom raised his wand to send a spell at her – only to bring it back down when he remembered what happened the last time he tried to curse her when she had her back turned.

"I never seem to win with her." He mumbled and he too followed her, jumping into the pool.

As soon as the Dark Lord entered the pool, everyone looked at each other as if the Dark Lord had given permission to jump into the water. Pretty soon, everyone was in the pool having fun, swimming around, using the hot tub and jacuzzi into the evening. And afterwards, the gang headed towards the informal dining hall to have supper before heading to bed.

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"Harry, are you ready for tomorrow? We had a relaxing day today, so it's going to be strictly business these next two days." Draco said.

"By strictly business, you mean you're going to give me a full body make over?"

The blond smiled at the brunet. "That and that you have to go to Gringotts. I hope you haven't forgotten about that." Draco reminded him, as he started to remove his clothes.

Harry hopped on one leg to remove his other leg that was still remained within his pant leg. "Of course I haven't forgotten. Becoming friends with Slytherins is the first step in taking down Dumbledore. Getting Voldemort on our side was second, along with Lucius and Severus. Third would be finding out information, the truth and going to Gringotts to have my parents' will read. There's several more steps, but eventually we'll get him." Harry said, determination shining in his emerald green eyes.

"Is there anyone else that you have formulated into your plans?"

"Well, now that the Gryffindors have joined forces," Harry threw a small glare at Draco when he heard the blond snickering, before lifting his shirt above his head, "we just have to get the other two houses together."

"That's easier said than done. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw will never mingle with the Slytherins." Draco said frowning, as he buttoned his silk pajama top and handed Harry his.

"Not alone they won't. This time you have us Gryffindors to join along with." Harry said, thanking the blond afterwards and slipping into the pajamas.

"Hey! These feel great!" Harry exclaimed, feeling the cloth over and over again.

"Of course. It's made from the finest silk we could afford, and let me tell you – "

"You can afford anything because you're a Malfoy." Harry finished for his boyfriend.

"Well." Draco sniffed, climbing onto the bed.

"Oh Draco. I didn't mean to tease you. I apologize." Harry said, bending over to give the blond a chaste kiss, which seemed to appease the Slytherin as he beamed a smile at the dark haired boy.

"Just so you know, I can afford anything too. My parents left me loads of money." Harry said.

"No need to boast Potter. It's unbecoming of you." Draco teased back playfully, earning a smirk from his boyfriend.

"Well alright, it's getting late now. I suppose all we can do is wait until your plan plays out. Time for bed. Be a good boy and hop in." Draco said, lifting up the duvet, urging the brunet to climb in.

Harry slid in with a slight pout before he cuddled close to Draco and felt the blond wrap his arms around him in a tight embrace. Sighing with happiness, he smiled at the blond before he closed his eyes.

"Good night Draco."

The blond kissed the top of Harry's head, before positioning his chin over Harry's head. "Good night Harry."

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Hey guys! This is my next chapter (: I hope you guys enjoyed it! I actually had fun writing about this stuff. Anyway, I probably haven't told you guys this. But HEADS UP! After the next two or so chapters, it will take me a while to update. I have a lot of stuff to do. Real life stinks, so please hang in there! I'll try to update as much as I can. Other than that, I hope you guys have a wonderful day!

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Dao: Thanks for your comments! And yes! They will be soon (: And the Lucius / Sirius pairing seemed interesting, so I thought I'd give it a go!