Number 52: I will not sing "We're off to see the wizard," when being sent to the headmaster's office.

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Harry had never loved Professor McGonagall more in his life than when she pushed Harry and Draco down onto one of the beds in the Hospital Wing and pressed vials of Sleeping Solution into their hands. Harry gazed at his potion vial blankly for a moment; his head still spinning from the sudden velocity change of standing to sitting. "But Dumbledore wants to see us in his office." he finally murmured. Draco just looked at him, grunted, and downed the vial.

"Yes," McGonagall agreed. "And he will. Once you've slept off enough of the alcohol in your systems to be able to stomach a sobering charm."

The next time Harry woke up it was quite a bit later, if the shadows on the wall were anything to go by. He shifted slightly, removing Draco's head from where it appeared fused to his chest, and stretched. A noise from the left alerted him to the fact that several of his friends were sitting there, apparently waiting for him to wake up. Ron wrinkled his nose. "You smell funny, Harry."

"Don't," he muttered, shaking his head. He curled back around the sleeping body next to him. "Smell like Draco."

Blaise snorted. "Isn't that just the most hygienic though, hmm?"

"Well of course you smell like Draco, Harry!" Ron exclaimed. "You've been sleeping next to him all afternoon!" He shook his head at his friend's obvious stupidity. "I mean you smell funny,Harry. Like," he sniffed the air again, "bleach or bread dough or…" he trailed off, a faintly horrified expression on his face. Gamely, he shook it off. "Must be the dried sweat from the club."

Dean regarded Ron blankly for a minute before turning back to Harry. "How long are you going to let this continue?" he finally asked. "I mean, at this point I think it goes beyond sheer naivety."

Harry nodded, sitting up reluctantly. "I have plans to address the issue this weekend."

"How?" a muffled voice asked from under the safety of a pillow case.

"You'll like it," Harry reassured, reaching down to pet the visible blond hairs.

Ron looked between his friends in confusion. "There's an issue?" Neville just rolled his eyes and looked towards the entrance to the room before shaking his head.

Draco tried to sit up, groaned, and burrowed back under his pillow. "How the fuck are you so, so, awake?" He spat the word out like it was the gravest of insults.

Harry shrugged. "Natural tolerance, I guess."

"Bloody Gryffindors." The curse may have had more merit had it not been whimpered out. Or had Draco not been trying to burrow back into Harry's chest at the time.

Dean nodded thoughtfully. "Well, Malfoy, we can't all have such well defined Sythindor characteristics."

Draco froze, head lifting from the security of Harry's body slowly. He turned to Blaise, gray eyes wide with horror. "That wasn't a dream?"

Blaise smirked. "Nope."

"I have to move."

Harry ignored the blond, looking around curiously. "Where are the girls?"

Seamus looked dreamy again. "Hermione got a package from her mum and came and grabbed them. I don't know where she was headed, but she was singing 'you say you want a revolution' under her breath as she dragged them away." He sighed happily.

"A wide spread obliviate shouldn't be so hard. I can get the others to help me."

Neville looked startled. "Hermione really is set on becoming an Anarchist?"

Dean shrugged. "Or something."

Madame Pomphrey bustled over, clicking her tongue disapprovingly and muttering about irresponsible teens with inflated senses of selves. Harry patted a still shell shocked Draco soothingly. The blond didn't seem to notice as he kept up his running conversation with himself. The healer looked at Harry demandingly. "How are you feeling, Mr. Potter?"

Harry shrugged. "I feel fine."

She turned to the blond. "And you, Mr. Malfoy?"

"I have to enroll in Durmstrang."

"Lovely," she replied crisply, handing them both Hangover Potions. "Need I impress upon you the seriousness of your actions?" Both boys shook their heads. "Then get yourselves cleaned up and be on your way."

Dean watched the healer walk back to her office. "Harry," he said slowly. "Should you ever become the next Dark Lord or something, make her one of your generals or a lieutenant or something. Maybe one of your SAS members."

Harry laughed. "I'll keep that in mind."

Draco was still muttering to himself. "There are only three unforgivable curses."

Ron turned to the Slytherin and helpfully offered; "I'll help you pack, Malfoy."

"Harry!" The group turned, startled, to see Hermione striding through the door, arms full of pamphlets and banners… wearing brown bell bottoms, platform Daisy shoes, and a ribbed tie-dye tank top with a peace sign on the middle of it. She was followed by Ginny and Pansy; wearing hip hugging jeans and cropped shirts, colorful headbands, and colored shades. Daphne was close behind; wearing an Empire waist dress with flared sleeves, and white thigh-high heeled boots. "You're awake!" Hermione continued, sounding pleased.

"Mione? Umm… what are you doing?"

"I'm staging a protest," she said happily. "Mum was thrilled when she got my letter and sent me a box of clothes she used to wear back in college along with several useful suggestions."

Ginny pouted. "I still say we should be able to burn our bras in the Great hall if we want to."

Pansy shrugged. "An incendio would burn too fast for it to have any real effect."

"Oh," Harry answered. He paused. "And these clothes are necessary to the protest?"

"Yes," she replied seriously. "Mum said it's very important to feel the movement." Parvati and Lavender walked through the door, dressed similarly to Ginny and Pansy and pulling a dreamy Luna between them. Harry stared. Luna was dressed in a short pleated skirt, her white blouse was tied off at her waist and exposing a lime green bra… which matched her lime green knee socks, and black heeled sandals. She was absently swinging a sign by her side with the words "HELL NO, WE WON'T GO!" emblazoned in bright pink ink. Hermione gasped. "LUNA! I told you we were protesting as a group so they wouldn't mistake us as naughty school children. Not that we were dressing up as naughty school children."

"Oh no," Neville said, slightly breathlessly. "It's effective. I'd protest with her."

Luna waived her hand vaguely in the air. "Details."

Lavender and Parvati, meanwhile, had begun casting cosmetic charms on Harry and Draco. In no time at all, the two boys were cleaned up, teeth scoured, clothes pressed, and slightly more presentable looking. Draco seemed to feel better once his hair was no longer unkempt. Seamus looked between the girls unrolling their banners to the guys going along with their suggestions. He turned to Dean. "Does this make us part of the Lollypop Guild?"

Dean sighed glumly. "Welcome to Munchkin land."

Harry pointed his finger at the two. "See! See I told you my life was parallel to the movie!"

Neville suddenly laughed. "I guess this means you got your horse of a different color after all."

Ron looked between his laughing friends nervously. "Horse? Does this have anything to do with the bestiality lecture Malfoy was talking about back in the chamber?"

Harry ignored him as he allowed himself to be pulled towards the door; choosing, instead, to link arms with Dean and Draco and skip lightly. "We're off to see the wizard…"

Blaise eyed the laughing friends and disgruntled and swearing Draco as he followed the students down the hall to the Headmaster's office. He tugged lightly on Pansy's arm in confusion. "Is that part of some weird Gryffindor mating ritual, or something?"