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A/N: Heh. So how ya'll doing? I bet you all thought i was dead/indisposed/amnesiac. but i'm not! woot! and here's another chapter! woot!

Dumbledore's Orders

"It's fucking cold." Mumbled Neville as he scooted closer to the space heater located in the middle of the small barracks room. "Why are we here in the Winter? Please, for the love of Arthur and all his knights, and even the fuckin' table... why is it so cold?!" He whined.

"Yeah, I don't think Voldemort's base is at one of the poles... or the dark side of the Moon," Mandy agreed as she tugged her puffy, white, and tan fur lined winter coat tighter to her shivering body.

"I kind of like it. I just want to curl up with a mug of hot chocolate and read a decent book." Tracey smiled fondly. She too was bundled up in a heavy down filled jacket, but was a little further back from the heater.

"You do realize there's no such thing as 'hot' in Siberia in January right?" Roger joined into the moanfest that Neville and Mandy were partaking. "It's negative 39 degrees outside... and I think negative 5 degrees in here. And a solid zero degrees in my pants."

"In your pants?" Mandy giggled, but it sounded more like chattering teeth than a laugh.

"Ya buch of lame slobs. Can't stand a bit of cold, eh? Spoiled on your Island?"

The four shot up to their feet as Commander Arkadiy approached them, "Sir!" they saluted and exchanged uneasy looks.

"For your griping you'll be sleeping outside tonight in tents." The Commander glared. The Myrmidons exchanged horror filled glances. Sleeping outside was suicide. Even with thermal underwear, thermal sleeping bags and a thermal tent.

Harry walked in a minute behind Commander Arkadiy with lieutenant Mihovilich. "I can't believe you guys didn't want to see that! It was amazing, terrifying, but fucking amazing." Harry exclaimed breathlessly. His cheeks were red, and he was puffing smoke in the freezing air, but he seemed unaffected by the cold.

"Just a bunch of muggle fireworks." Roger muttered and inched a bit closer to the heater. Any closer and he was likely to catch fire.

"A dangerous bit of fireworks. You're here in Siberia to learn about how dangerous Muggles really are. And these so called 'fireworks' are more powerful than you can imagine. The blasting charm has roughly half the power of a stick of TNT, now, the Hydrogen Bomb has the power of roughly fifty million tons of TNT, so that equals about a hundred million times more stronger than a blasting charm... now does that penetrate your thick skull?" The Commander smirked at Roger's paling face. "And not to mention how much damage the radiation does. And there is no healing charm or potion to reverse the side effects of radiation. And no Protego is strong enough to shield you."

"So how can you get away with testing these bombs if they are so dangerous?" Roger asked curiously.

"First, that's why we're in Siberia. Also, there are International Laws we follow to test our bombs... but really there is no one to enforce them, except for the United States, us, or China, but none of us want to risk an attack for scolding a sovereign nation for testing their weapons." The Lieutenant spoke up.

The Commander nodded. "Now get your gear on. We're going to go through all the drills again. Outside. Endurance strengthening." He grinned evilly as Roger, Neville and Mandy whimpered.

oOo

"Dumbledore. A word, please." Scrimgeour grinded out of his pained smile.

Dumbledore nodded and stood. "In my office, perhaps?" He gestured towards the Great Hall doors.

Scrimgeour nodded. "And the Myrmidons too." He spoke a tad louder, but everyone in the Hall heard him since they were listening avidly. The whole Hall watched in silence as the Headmaster, Minster of Magic, and the five Myrmidons walked out of the hall. The second they left the hall erupted in whispers.

"Did you see his eye twitch? I think he was about to shit a brick!" Ron laughed over at the Gryffindor table.

"Yeah, I've never seen anyone that angry. Not even my Mam!" Seamus shook his head. "And believe you me, she gets terrible. Especially when she found out I was selling that rum." The other Gryffindor boys laughed at Seamus and his moonshining business.

Draco snorted at the Gryffindors obnoxious laughter. Didn't they realize how serious the situation is? He sent a glare that went unnoticed.

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Up in Dumbledore's office, Scrimgeour burst as soon as the door shut behind Neville.

"I'm issuing a statement this afternoon that these photos are fraudulent." His face was an even darker shade of red, and one of his eyes was beyond twitching, it was pulsing.

"But sir, they aren't fraudulent. And everyone in this school knows it." Roger spoke up.

Scrimgeour spun around to face the oldest Myrmidon. "Oh? And how does the entire school know?" The Minister glared.

"Well, if you had let Madame Pomfrey heal all our wounds, you could get away with issuing the statement. But the entire school has seen us black and blue, so they'll know it's a cover up." Roger gestured to his and Harry's still swollen faces. "And they'll tell their parents, who will tell their friends and coworkers, and so on."

"He's right, Sir." Harry nodded.

Srimgeour growled, which made him look even more like a lion. "This is going to be very awkward to explain."

"Call it a training session." Harry shrugged. "That's not really a lie, is it?"

Dumbledore settled into his chair and watched the unfolding scene before him, his eyes twinkled like mad. It was for the best that the Prime Minister's back was turned and could not see the Headmaster's amusement.

"The Myrmidons have to have endure 'harsh' training in order to successfully fight Death Eaters, right?" Roger added.

Neville, Mandy and Tracey stood in the background also watching the unfolding scene.

"That will have to do for now, I want you all to see the Nurse again and get your wounds completely healed. You all are going to be the center of attention here soon. And begin an investigation on who could have taken those pictures, it should be obvious, I'm sure they made quite a few galleons off it. I'll have it looked into from the ministry side as well." Scrimgeour was beginning to calm down, and his face was paling to a less angry red. Mandy let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

"Yes sir," Harry saluted.

"Also, keep an eye on the Malfoy boy and all the other children of suspected Death Eaters. I feel something big is brewing and ready to burst." Scrimgeour barked out his last order. "Now, I'm going back to the ministry, and let me know if anything turns up about those pictures. Someone will pay for this."

The Myrmidons saluted one last time before Scrimgeour stormed out of the office.

"Well, that went better than expected." Mandy smiled cheerfully.

"I nearly pissed myself there at the beginning. I really thought he was going to get physical like when... well. Err." Neville trailed off and stared at the ground. The others shifted awkwardly.

"Like when he punched me for using that one forbidden spell." Harry finished Neville's thoughtless analogy.

"That'd be the one," Neville chuckled awkwardly.

"Harry, may I have a word before you leave?" Dumbledore spoke up to ruin the awkward spell that had been cast.

"Yes Headmaster?" Harry turned to the aging headmaster. The other Myrmidons filed out the door, but waited below the staircase for Harry.

"I wanted to go over some security details for the Hogsmeade trip next weekend."

"What?" Harry asked blankly. Hogsmeade trip? That didn't seem wise...

"It's the weekend of Halloween, that's when the second trip usually is. I regret missing the first weekend, but with the Chamber situation all squared away, I thought we'd get back on track."

"Dumbledore, you can't be serious. You can't allow a Hogsmeade weekend. Its just asking for Voldemort to attack." Harry slammed his fist down on the Headmaster's desk.

"That may be, but the students here need a break. They've been so stressed, and we just had a student death. They could all use a little fresh air and some fun."

"So let them frolic around the lake or something. A Hogsmeade weekend is a bad idea. No, it's a terrible idea."

"Thank you for your opinion. But if you think it is such a terrible idea, will you enforce the extra security?"

Harry glared at the aging headmaster. "Yeah. I will. And I'll call in a few favors to get extra aurors patrolling the town."

"How thoughtful of you." Dumbledore grinned. Harry glared fiercely at him.

"But you do know that this is a horrible idea-"

"Mr. Potter. I wasn't asking for your permission." Dumbledore said a little more forcefully.

Harry backed away from Dumbledore and his harsh tone in disbelief. "Yes sir." He saluted and stomped out of the office.

oOo

"A Hogsmeade weekend? That's a terrible idea!" Roger's face screwed in horror, "the chances of Voldemort attacking are so high I don't even want to figure them out." Harry had taken his Myrmidons to the school entrance where they found Draco and Hermione waiting for them. Both of them look relieve to see the five soldiers. Scrimgeour had stomped out of the school fifteen minutes ago. The group then proceeded to the closest empty classroom.

"I can see where Dumbledore thinks it is a good idea though." Hermione spoke up.

"What?" Roger frowned at his new girlfriend.

Hermione frowned right back. "Well, everyone is so stir crazy in here, we have a waiting list for detention because of all the kids caught after hours," she pointed out.

"Ha, that's amusing. And Hermione does have a point." Neville agreed. "These kids need a day to go crazy at Hogsmeade. Relieve some stress, ya know?"

"So just because all the students are restless we're risking their lives so they can spend some money on candy and butterbeer?" Harry bit.

"Did you try to talk Dumbledore out of it?" Roger turned to face Harry.

Harry sighed, "Yeah... but the old coot wouldn't listen to me."

"We'll have to inform Kingsley right away. I'm sure he could get an extra patrol up here. Especially the Aurors that have family here at Hogwarts." Tracey spoke out.

Harry nodded and sighed.

"You could ask the Hogsmeade Mayor to put up a temporary ward to prevent direct apparation over the town just for the day." Draco rubbed Harry's back as he spoke up.

"That could work... most wizarding towns have a clause in their laws about war time apparation under emergency circumstances." Roger nodded. "Harry, you'll have to come with me to help convince the mayor. You know how people are if the Great Harry Potter visits them."

"Yeah, they'll bend over backwards." Harry sighed again. At least it would come in handy this time. He'd never met the mayor, but he was bound to be an adoring fan.

"So... who do you think took the pictures?" Mandy efficiently changed the stressful topic. She could see that Roger and Hermione would be exchanging some words later on.

"Dennis Creevey." Roger responded automatically.

"Well, that was fast." Neville snorted. "You don't have a list of candidates?"

"I don't need one. Colin Creevey had the most efficient camera equipment in the school that would allow those high quality pictures to be taken and still remain hidden at a far distance. And since Colin is... deceased... it is mostly likely his little brother took the equipment and took the photos." Roger reasoned.

"I agree about his camera... but who isn't to say one of his roommates didn't take his camera?"

"Simple. They all thought Colin was annoying with his camera and snapping pictures all the time. You're deaf if you never heard one of them complaining. So why would one of them take it?" Roger countered.

"Plus, who'd take his camera in a room full of Gryffindors?" Draco added. "Now if Colin was a Slytherin, it'd be another story."

"That's probably true." Mandy sighed.

"Ha. It is true. Four times my good make up has gone missing only to be found in another girl's trunk." Tracey snorted.

"Well, now that we know who... what should we do?" Neville turned to Harry.

"Congratulate him," Harry smirked. The others rolled their eyes. "I'll deal with him, don't you guys fret," Harry winked. "Meeting adjourned."

The other's got up from their positions about the dusty classroom.

"Can I talk to Mandy and Tracey alone though?" Harry looked at the two girls and then Draco. "I'll catch up with you in a minute," he smiled at the blonde boy.

Draco shrugged and walked out the door with the others. He watched Roger and Hermione walk off... they looked like they were about to have a serious exchange.

Inside the room, Harry turned to face the only two girls he really knew. "I want to do something nice for Draco," Harry began awkwardly.

Mandy looked at him blankly. "Nice?" It wasn't like Harry to have romantic thoughts during a stressful mission. And Scrimgeour's temper and Dumbledore's actions were way beyond stressful.

"Yeah. Nice."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I'm really not sure." Harry scratched the back of his head. "I was hoping you two could tell me 'cause you're girls."

Tracey rolled her eyes. "Honestly, you two depress me in your ignorance of other people's wants."

"Okay, fine, what do normal couples do?" Harry asked. He and Mandy looked on expectantly.

"Well... the usual. Candy, chocolate, flowers, sonnets sprouting eternal love..." Tracey ticked off options on her fingers.

"Draco's not a Hufflepuff." Harry snorted.

Mandy socked his shoulder. "And what, pray tell, is wrong with Hufflepuffs?" She growled.

"Nothing, my dear, nothing." Harry smiled innocently, or tried to, and failed.

"So, candy, chocolate, flowers. That sounds kinda good actually, I could use a devout boyfriend for all that...Oh, but don't get too much chocolate. You don't want him thinking you're trying to fatten him up. And don't try to write sonnets. Please." Mandy shook her head.

"Me? Write a sonnet? The closest you can get me to Shakespeare is '10 Things I Hate About You'." Harry shook his head.

"Mm, Heath Ledger..." Mandy grinned.

"More like, mm, Julia Stiles," Harry licked his lips in return.

"Hey! You could sing to him!" Mandy smiled eagerly. "Like Heath Ledger does in the movie!"

Tracey snorted and Harry raised an amused eyebrow. "Me? Sing? Ha! I think I'll stick with the chocolates and flowers."

"Fine, your loss." Mandy shrugged.

"You should take advantage of the Hogsmede trip. Take a twenty minute break from patrolling and take him on a romantic walk and give him a gift or something." Tracey suggested.

Harry nodded in agreement, "I like that..."

"Good. 'Cause I'm no good with this romance stuff either." Mandy sighed.

Harry patted her shoulder reassuringly, "Kingsley is probably afraid of ruining the comradeship we all have."

Mandy shrugged, "I don't really want to dwell on it."

"All right... let's get out of here." Harry and the other two walked to the open door.

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Roger led Hermione outside to a cozy little spot behind Greenhouse Five. It was chilly outside, but this spot soaked up the heat from the building that the air was warm.

"Hermione... I can't believe you think this Hogsmede trip is a good idea." Roger started.

"I never said it was a good idea, I just see the logic Dumbledore is using. All the students need a break, heck, even I could use a fresh butterbeer and a sugar quill." She sighed.

"But the whole situation is dangerous. Death Eaters won't care if they're attacking students. Voldemort will see another perfect chance at attacking Harry Potter and if a few children end up dead... oh well."

"But many of the known and suspected Death Eaters have some sort of kin at Hogwarts." Hermione pointed out.

"And they'll see it as a good opportunity to lower the muggleborn student population in the school so their kin don't have to suffer with them anymore." Roger argued. He ran a hand through his short hair and sighed.

"Look at us, arguing over what a Death Eater will or won't do," Hermione sighed. "I guess it's just easier to think that the Death Eaters wouldn't try to attack, after all I am a muggleborn. After Harry Potter I'm on the top of the 'To Kill' List."

Roger crushed Hermione to his chest. "Don't say things like that," he murmured into her hair. "I won't let anything happen to you." He hugged her tightly.

Hermione smiled up at him and stroked his jaw line. "My knight in shining armor," she joked.

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Harry walked Draco to his first class in a comfortable silence. The stopped a few feet outside the Ancient Runes classroom. "How do you feel about a date this weekend?" Harry asked.

"A date? But won't you be patrolling Hogsmede?" Draco asked in slight disbelief.

"Well, I'll get a lunch break."

"You will?"

"Of course. I'm the boss, aren't I?" Harry grinned.

"Well then, a lunch date sounds fantastic. Should I do my hair?" Draco teased lightly.

"Maybe I'll even take a shower," Harry teased back.

"You better."

"Have fun in class," Harry swatted Draco's bum as we began to walk away. Draco winked over his shoulder.

Harry grinned and headed to the DADA classroom. He occasionally helped out his Godfather, but mostly in the higher classes. All the students were nervous of the ex-auror-turned-murderer-turned-innocent-turned-auror-again teacher. And coupled with the ever intimidating Boy-Who-Lived? It was a miracle that the first years didn't die of heart failure when they attended class.

Harry walked into the fourth year DADA class just as everyone was settling down. Sirius nodded and smiled at Harry as Harry settled down in a chair off to the side. Harry glanced around the room, and sure enough, little Dennis Creevey, still the shortest kid in his class, was sitting a few rows back. He looked better then he did last time Harry saw him, just a few days ago in the hospital wing. He waved nervously at Harry, and Harry nodded back.

Now wasn't the time to confront Dennis.

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Later that night found Harry and Draco snuggled up in front of the fire in the Slytherin common room. Most of the younger years were asleep, there were a few scattered seventh years up studying in quiet corners, and Tracey was playing a game of chess with Blaise Zabini.

Harry had helped with detention that night, there was a backlog just as Hermione told them, so Neville, Roger and Harry ran their own detention earlier that night. And ran was the key word. The Myrmidons had them run laps around the lake for two hours as detention, the three boys ran as well to help keep the grueling pace. Luckily, it was mostly just the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor quidditch teams, which had an illegal 2 am scrimmage three days before on the quidditch pitch. Most were fine with the detention, except Ron Weasely, who seemed to glare at Roger anytime he was near him.

But now Harry was glad to be relaxed with a beautiful blonde curled at his side, how much better could life get?

Harry was reading some muggle book called The Art of War while Draco pretended to read his Potions text but was really just enjoying the sound of Harry's heart beating. Draco had a question that had been eating away at his insides for quite some time... and now seemed like a good time to get an answer. After all, nothing monumental happened today, just a Scrimgeour conflict avoided.

"Have you ever had sex with one of your Myrmidons?" Draco asked hesitant. He feared the answer. Harry was so close with his four friends, Draco always felt left out when he and Harry were with any of them.

Harry grinned down at the cuddling blonde. "Jealous?"

"Me? Jealous? As if, I'm never jealous. Just curious." Draco sniffed in disdain. Harry grinned at how snobby he just sounded.

"Curious? Curious for a threesome maybe?" Harry teased.

Draco blushed scarlet. "No! Merlin, no. I'm just... curious about your ... past." Draco finished lamely.

Harry placed a soft kiss on top of his head. "The Myrmidons are my family. to me they're my brothers and sisters. We love each other yes, but it's platonic love."

Draco silently smiled in relief. He knew he would never be able to compete with them for Harry's affections.

"But..." Harry felt Draco tense.

"But?" Draco prodded. He knew it. It was Tracey. It had to be, Harry was always concerned about Tracey. The pale girl with huge blue eyes just screamed 'protect me Harry! I'm weak!'. Draco was just a fling to Harry. A spot of fun.

"Well, Mandy and I both get ... aroused during battle. And every now and then we would help each other out." Harry told him reluctantly.

"Mandy? You're in love with Mandy? Oh Salazar how do I compete with her!" Draco moaned. Mandy was chipper and outspoken and ... muggle loving. There was no way Draco could act more like her! Draco could handle Tracey, he could act weak and send out 'Protect me Harry!' vibes. Hell, he already did! But sending out carefree and everyone's best friend vibes? Draco was doomed.

"In love?" Harry laughed and hugged Draco closer to his chest. "Circe no! Draco, we rut like animals and then ten minutes later we're back to accusing each other of having cooties and pulling each other's hair."

Draco snuggled deeper into Harry's warmth. "Rutting?" He wrinkled his nose. "So you're not in love with her?"

Harry snorted. "No, besides, Mandy is trying to seduce Kingsley. She's been in love with him since she was fourteen."

"Kingsley? The man you think of as an uncle?" Draco sat up.

"I think of as an uncle. Obviously not Mandy." Harry smiled in amusement.

"Oh." Draco felt a bit silly now.

"Draco." He looked up at Harry's throaty purr. "I told you the truth. I only want you." Draco melted under Harry's intense gaze. He wrapped an arm around the back of Harry's head and brought his mouth crashing down to his. "Mine." Harry growled possessively as he devoured him.

"Yours." Draco replied breathlessly as Harry nibbled along his jaw to the sensitive spot behind his ear. "Only yours."

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so I've been waiting for the Hogsmeade chapters for a long time! this was one of the ideas i had that made me write this story! so hopefully you all are just as excited as i am!!

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