Life Renovations

Chapter Sixteen

Let's Party(1)

"What time is it?"

"Half past eight."

"When are they going to get here?" Ginny asked. "We don't have much time before midnight."

"There's loads of time," Hermione said. "Everyone is already here, so we'll be going as soon as Harry and Draco arrive."

"Can you believe they all came? I wasn't sure some of them would. After what Ron's been saying, and everything that's been in the Prophet…."

Hermione nodded and smiled at the group of friends waiting for the birthday boy. Nearly everyone she sent invites to had shown up. Dean and Neville had come, which would make Harry very happy, as he'd always liked those two. Lavender Brown came and Hermione wasn't sure she actually wanted that blonde haired tart at the party. She was sure Lavender was only here to get more gossip info, and the same went for Parvati Patil. Though, now that she thought about it, she could probably use this to Draco and Harry's advantage. She would think about it before deciding.

"Harry has more loyal friends then your brother thought, Miss Weasley," Severus said from behind them, scanning the crowd hanging about in his home, trying very hard to ignore the small black so called dress Hermione thought appropriate to wear. Though looking around, he noticed she was wearing something similar to what all the witches were wearing.

Severus tried to fight off a scowl and failed miserably. Did she feel the need to follow after her peers and show off her legs to the world? As if he didn't already have too much to worry about. At least he'd had several shots of Firewhiskey to get through the night and planned to have at least one more before midnight rolled around. It was probably a mistake and Severus was sure he'd regret it come morning. Still, he felt he deserved several drinks after stumbling through the last couple of weeks. Change was inevitable. But he wasn't used to so much change in so little time.

"Draco will be happy someone is here to represent every Hogwarts House," Hermione spoke, breaking into his thoughts. She kept her gaze firmly away from him. Ginny was the only one to turn and look at him.

"What are you doing here, Professor? You aren't going with us are you?" She couldn't possibly imagine Snape at a dance club. And dammit! There were supposed to be no adults tonight!

"Did you honestly think we'd let Harry and Draco go out without protection? Dumbledore still intends to lock them away."

"It's a good idea to have extra reinforcements." Hermione mentioned.

"But Hermione. Everyone here knows how to defend themselves…."

"It's still a good idea to have older more experienced adults around as well," Hermione replied logically before walking away to join Neville, Dean, Luna, and Colin.

"What's wrong with her?" Ginny wondered to herself. "Professor, how do we know… when they'll get here?" Ginny turned back to Professor Snape, but he had already disappeared.

She shrugged and went to join her friends. Ernie MacMillan, Lavender, and the Patil twins were also joining the group and they all began talking about what they'd done over the summer. No one seemed to want to talk about Harry and Draco yet. Likely they wanted to see with their own eyes if what was being said and printed in the Prophet was true.

Ginny looked at the other groups and cataloged who was from which house. The Gryffindors and Slytherins made up the majority of the party group, while there were only two Ravenclaws and four Hufflepuffs. The group she was currently standing with consisted of Neville, Dean, Colin, Hermione, Lavender, Parvati, and herself; all Gryffindors of course. Ernie was a Hufflepuff, and the Ravenclaws were Luna and Padma.

Fred and George were off on the other side of the room, surrounded by their group as they demonstrated a new spell they invented which widens the target's eyes to the size of saucers and temporarily allows you to see things as you would when looking through a telescope. Angelina Johnson had her eyes tightly shut and was yelling at Fred to end the spell. Lee Jordan was bent over, his arm slung over George's shoulders and both were laughing. Ginny was startled when she saw Zacharias Smith among that group, standing slightly apart and watching the scene with indifference. He, just like Susan Bones and Hannah Abbot, was a Hufflepuff. Ginny wondered who invited Smith, and even more, she wondered why he accepted the invite. Smith had never really gotten along with anyone, especially Harry. She decided she'd keep on an eye on him as well.

The Slytherins all stayed in one group and Ginny was sure they were there for Draco's support. Well that wasn't true. Blaise and Pansy were here for Harry as well, but Crabbe and Goyle were definitely not here for Harry and neither was Millicent Bulstrode. And being one to listen to rumors, and then go and finding out whether it was true or not, Ginny knew that Theodore Nott was definitely not here for Harry, as Mr. Nott was Draco's ex lover and he didn't look at all happy with the situation. Ginny excused herself from her group and headed over to the Slytherins and was happily greeted by Blaise and Pansy. Nott completely ignored Ginny, while Millicent watched her approach with narrowed suspicious eyes. Crabbe and Goyle, on the other hand, merely stared blankly at her. That is, until Blaise nudged Crabbe and then shook his head and looked pointedly at Ginny.

"Oh right. I forgot."

"Yes, we know how much you love to remain in character, Vince," Pansy said.

"It's peaceful there. Vincent Crabbe," the big Slytherin stuck his hand out to her. Now Ginny was the one staring dumbly at Crabbe. "Don't worry, I'm not going to bite."

"Wasn't worried that you were." She took Crabbe's hand. And then a surprised look crossed her face. "I can't believe I never figured it out before! You two aren't stupid at all. I knew there had to be a better reason you were in Slytherin and not just because you're pureblooded jerks."

"We like keeping secrets," Goyle said as he stuck out his hand.

"You keep them well. Usually no one can keep secrets from me." Ginny took Goyle's hand too and smiled at him. He blushed and smiled back. "Oh, look. He's cute too when he smiles!"

"Hey now…" Blaise playfully pushed Greg away. "None of that around the Luscious Red." He bent to whisper in her ear, "it's his secret weapon." Beside them, Nott snorted disdainfully. Blaise looked up and his eyes hardened. "Theo, we invited you here to have a good time, not to spoil ours. I know why you're really here and you should forget it. It's over. Nothing is ever going to change that now. You knew when you started seeing Draco he was already thinking of someone else. I warned you at the beginning-"

"It's none of her business, Zabini!" Theo spat.

"It is my business, Nott." Ginny said, taking a step closer to him. "If you're planning anything that may end up hurting Harry then it is very much my business. If that's the case you can give up now. There's a whole room of people here who wouldn't mind seeing the back of your arse if you put so much as one toe out of line. Got it?"

"Theo, do us all a favor. Relax or go home," Pansy said, giving him a little pat on the shoulder. "We're all going to be friends here or Draco will not be happy. Understand? You're still friends, after all."

Nott's eyes narrowed, but he did nod. "Yeah, I got it."

"Good!"

"Draco's bringing Harry now, everybody!" Sirius yelled as he ran in.

"Let's take our places then, shall we?" Hermione said walking up. Every one gathered together, sort of away from the door. The Slytherins, Ginny, and Hermione stood a little apart from the rest, as neither group knew how to approach the other. Fred and George flicked out the lights when everyone was in position. Severus sighed in the dark and rolled his eyes. He doubted Draco had been able to keep the party a secret from Harry.

Harry wanted to know what was going on. Draco had disappeared and left Harry to his dinner, and when Harry was done, he'd showered then put on the clothes Draco had chosen. When almost two hours passed and Draco hadn't come back, Harry decided he'd had enough of waiting and set out to find his mate.

On his way out, Harry caught sight of his reflection as he passed a full-length mirror on the wall and stopped to study himself. Partly because after tonight he may never look like this again and he wanted to at least be able to remember what he looked like. And the other part was because he looked good. He couldn't ever remember looking this good. Draco really did have good taste.

Harry was dressed in an emerald green long sleeved silk shirt left unbuttoned, with a plain black t-shirt underneath that. And then he'd squeezed himself into the leather pants Draco left out. Harry lasted one minute before shaking his head and choosing another pair of pants that didn't cut the circulation off of his crotch. He figured Draco would understand. So now he was in pants that weren't exactly tight, but hugged him in all the right places. And now that his hair was longer, it wasn't as wild as before; not that it was completely tame now, because it wasn't. But there was a sexy look about his hair now that spoke of brooding nights along a windy moor. Plus his eyes were bigger and clearer without his glasses and he had to admit they were pretty but maybe just a bit too girly for his liking, as were his long black eyelashes.

"You changed the pants," Draco said, coming up behind Harry.

"Yeah. Too tight." Harry looked into the eyes of Draco's reflection and smiled. Draco looked down and nodded, the light in his eyes becoming brighter.

"These are good." Draco licked his lips and stepped closer.

"Watch your hands," Harry muttered when he spotted Draco's hands inching towards his hips. He slid away and headed for the door.

"Come on, Harry!" he whined. "What's the deal? You haven't let me touch you since this morning."

Harry hid his grin and pretended like he hadn't heard Draco. But he did know how bothered Draco was by his actions since normally he couldn't go ten minutes without touching Harry's skin. And Harry was counting on Draco being fully worked up by the end of the night. "Why are you late, anyway? I thought we were going somewhere?"

"I was talking to Sirius and I had to get this." Draco withdrew something from his charcoal gray slacks and held it out for Harry to see. "It's the Malfoy crest." Harry fingered the silver necklace with the small crest pendent, staring at the silver M against a black onyx background.

"Why do you have this?"

"It's for you." Draco took the necklace back and put it around Harry's neck. The moment it was clasped, the necklace misted and disappeared into Harry's skin.

"Thanks, I think. I assume it was supposed to disappear?"

"Yes, I'll tell you about it later. We should go now." Draco took Harry's hand and they walked to the Floo Room. "We're going to Uncle Sev's first. I need to pick something up."

They Flooed to Snape Manor and Harry was wondering what they were there to get, but Draco wasn't talking, verbally or mentally. He had his mind so tightly shut that Harry was beginning to be disturbed by it.

"Draco, what's going on?"

Draco took Harry's hand again to reassure him and rubbed his thumb over Harry's knuckle, but otherwise stayed silent, which only further irritated Harry. And then he caught sight of Draco's sly grin, and his irritation skyrocketed. Harry silently boiled as Draco led him down a corridor, and he was seriously thinking about letting go of Draco's hand, maybe….

"It's in here." They stopped at a door, and Draco pushed it opened.

"But this is a meeting room-" Draco pushed Harry through the doorway.

"Just get in the room you paranoid idiot." The room was pitch-black; only Draco could still see where everyone was due to his nocturnal vision and he realized that if he could see, maybe Harry had that sight as well, even if his vision wasn't that great.

"This room is completely dark, Draco. What are we-"

"SURPRISE!"

Several things happened at once. The lights went on with a burst of sparks from some of Fred and George's fireworks, which elicited several screams from the people standing near where they went off. Harry had whipped out his wand and retreated five steps back before realizing what was happening, and then he froze in embarrassment. And Severus started flowing around the room trying to put out the little fires the Weasley fireworks had started. The Weasley twins had disappeared.

Draco rushed to block everyone's view of Harry, wrapped him in more reassurance, and tucked Harry's wand away. Hermione, Blaise, Ginny, and Pansy rushed to the front in the guise they were congratulating him, but they really wanted to make sure he wasn't upset.

"Wow, guys. I don't know what to say…" Once Harry calmed down, he was actually delighted.

"Happy Birthday, Harry," said Hermione and hugged him. Ginny did the same, as did Pansy.

"This is great, thanks everyone." Everyone started crowding around, and Harry was very happy to see some of them. "Neville! Dean!" He made his way to them, and was greeted with a hug from each of his dorm mates.

"Hey Harry. Didn't think you'd be seeing me, did you?" Dean asked.

"Not really. Not with what's been going on and what Ron's been saying."

"I never listened to him about you," Neville said with a shrug and a smile.

"I stopped listening to Ron when I started getting secret messages from Ginny at the beginning of summer," Dean said, and Harry looked over to flash Ginny a grin.

"Have you been reading the Daily Prophet? I can't believe I'm going to say this, but most of that's true, you know?" Harry wanted to make sure they knew what he was in to before everything went back to normal with them.

"We know you, Harry. We know you don't do things or believe things without proper reason. We get weekly updates from Ginny about stuff like that, because I'm in the Muggle world during hols and Neville here is always cooped up by his gran."

"Yeah, that's true," Neville agreed in a gloomy voice while sullenly nodding his head.

"And we're not going to judge you by someone else's words," Dean finished and flashed Harry a grin.

"Oi, Harry! Happy birthday, mate!" George said, coming over and patting Harry heavily on the shoulder.

"Thanks."

"Harry, I have to say you look good enough to eat. You don't think Draco would mind if I steal you for a dance tonight, do you?" Fred asked seriously and Harry blushed.

"What do you mean dance?" he asked.

"You don't think you got dressed up just for us, did you?"

"I don't know anything. I've just been following Draco all day."

"We're taking you to a dance club. I know you've never been," Draco said as he came up from behind and slipped an arm over Harry's shoulder.

"It's a nice place, Harry. You'll like it," George said.

Draco nodded at Harry and then turned to Fred. "And no Weasley, you can't have him for a dance. He's going to be mine all night. Got that?"

"Draco must be in heat," George whispered to Fred who nodded in agreement. Harry snickered while Draco sneered at them.

"We'll see everyone at the club." And with that Draco Apparated with Harry to the Wizard's Den. Once they landed in a room similar to the one in the restaurant in Paris, a man in all black approached them.

"Mr. Malfoy, lovely to see you again."

"Yes, I'm sure it is." Draco gave the wizard a haughty smirk. "You know who this is, Rojer?" Draco laid a hand on Harry's arm. "You'll be seeing Harry and his friends here more often."

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy. Nice to meet you, Mr. Potter."

"Call me Harry," He said and shook Rojer's hand.

"Yes, sir."

Harry rolled his eyes and walk into the main floor of the club and hovered just inside, waiting for Draco to finish making sure his every instruction had been seen to. Merlin, Draco. Why didn't you just rent the place for the night?

Because it's not fun when there aren't enough bodies on the dance floor.

Harry shrugged and walked to the bar, and was completely aware of the stares coming his way. And these weren't speculative gazes, but physical appraisals, and he felt a smirk form on his face.

"What can I get for you, Mr. Potter?"

Harry looked up and realized he'd reached the bar, where a man who looked only a few years older than Harry was standing behind it. "Oh, um…"

"Anything you want. Everything is on the house tonight."

"Thanks. I guess just give me something strong, surprise me."

The bartender grinned and went on to mix Harry a drink. "My name's Dirk. I own the club."

"It's really nice. I'm actually surprised to see a Wizarding club. I didn't know there was one."

"Yeah, I opened it two years ago. Draco's been coming here since then with the rest of his Slytherins. I guess it passed the pureblood standards." That made sense, Harry thought as he looked around. The club looked more wizard than muggle. All the lights were done by magic, moving around the club creating dazzling shapes and light shows, and all the tables and chairs were carved from wood. The entire club looked like it was carved out the side of a mountain, giving someone the feeling they were dancing in a cave.

Harry turned back to watch his drink being made. Dirk flicked his wand and different shots poured themselves into a silver container. He put the ice in the container himself, then covered it and began shaking.

"Why don't you use your wand to make the entire drink?" Harry wondered.

Dirk shrugged. "I like giving a drink my personal touch and using my wand all night would just get boring." Harry nodded. That made sense. "If you don't mind me asking, is the Prophet reporting correctly? Are you and Draco together now?"

Harry nodded and watched him pour a bright lime green drink into a martini glass. When Harry nodded, Dirk started to chuckle. "Thank Merlin for that." He slid the glass to Harry.

"Why's that?" Harry took a tentative sip, and his mouth nearly burst in explosive flavor and then he felt the burning of the alcohol as it slid down his throat. Harry thought he'd be having a lot of … "what's the name of this?"

"It's an Avada Kedavra. Have enough of them, it'll kill you." Dirk flashed him a grin and then went on to explain why he was happy to hear Harry and Draco were together.

"I won't have to comfort the guy anymore when the they come to party and he gets trashed. Every time he gets drunk, he's over here talking to me about you. About your fights and how he hated them, and about how you hated him as well. I probably shouldn't be telling you this. Who am I to get in your business but Draco's really sensitive when it comes to you and if you didn't know it yet, I thought you should."

"You know him pretty well then?" Harry asked, his eyes narrowed and darkened on the owner. Dirk raised an eyebrow when he caught the dark look on Harry's face, and then he smirked.

"Not like that. And I can see I didn't need to explain anything to you."

Harry nodded and turned to look over his shoulder. He saw some of his friends coming through the door. Draco was there talking to his father. Whoa, and Lucius was dressed to kill! Were those white leather pants he was wearing? And he looked hot for an older guy. He was Draco's father after all. But Draco was by far the best looking bloke in the club and was the only one who could keep Harry's attention for longer than a few seconds of observation.

In fact, Harry had to laugh at himself because he couldn't seem to look anywhere else but at Draco. The different colored lights flicking to the music throughout the loud thrumming club painted Draco's pale hair like a rainbow and Harry could clearly see his silver eyes gleaming with excitement at the prospect of the fun they would have the coming night. He wore a black silk shirt with silver dragons embroidered on each side of his chest; he'd left the top four buttons undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of the pale flesh beneath. The shirt was very tight, hugging Draco's broad shoulders and toned chest, and when he turned, Harry could see the hard six-pack that made up Draco's abs. His pants were the same color as the dragons and his eyes.

Draco was dressed to kill, from his hair all the way down to his dragon hide boots. He looked over to Harry and smiled before turning back to his father.

Harry downed his drink, and figured he'd need another for what he was about to do.

"Can I have another?"

"Course you can, Mr. Potter."

"Call me Harry."

"Right then, Harry. I should warn you, this drink really doesn't kill, but after this, you'll be feeling a little light. I'd drink something else after this one."

"Thanks for the warning."

Sirius came up and gave Harry a one armed hug. "A double shot of Firewhiskey!" he barked.

"What's wrong, Padfoot?"

"Just look at him, the blond devil!" Sirius watched Dirk pour Harry's drink into a glass and pass it to his godson. "Harry, beware of that drink." Sirius spoke gravely and stared at the offending drink as if it were a bloodthirsty demon.

"You've had experience?" Harry chuckled.

"I've warned him," Dirk said to Sirius, and proceeded to pour his drink. Sirius nodded at him.

"What blond devil?" Harry asked innocently and sipped his drink to hide his grin. Sirius turned dark eyes on him.

"You know damn well who I'm talking about. What does he think he's doing dressed like that?"

"I guess he's just trying to fit in. Wouldn't want to embarrass his son, now would he?"

Sirius snarled before downing his drink and demanding another. "He could have done it without dressing like that. For Merlin's sake, even the younger wizards here are looking at him!"

Harry looked around and noticed that indeed both Malfoy's had half the club looking at them, and some witches and wizards were moving towards them.

"You're dressed almost just like him, Sirius."

"I didn't dress like this to be sexy!"

"You are sexy though," Dirk replied helpfully and flashed Sirius a grin. This seemed to lighten Sirius' mood a little and he perked up straight in his seat, blatantly staring Dirk up and down.

Harry stood from his stool and grabbed his drink. "I'm sure Dirk would love to hear all about your complaints about Lucius Malfoy. I'll leave you two to it, shall I?" Harry flashed Dirk a grin, which reminded the bartender of Draco.

"Thanks Harry. I appreciate it," Dirk replied sarcastically. Harry gave him a wave, and headed to the two aforementioned blonds' and hissed at one particular club patron who was giving Draco's bum a thorough visual inspection.

"I thought you were trying to play down the fact you're happy about being single again. Dressing like this isn't going to convince anyone," he said to Lucius as he walked up.

"I've been here before, Harry. It's not a surprise to some to see me dressed this way."

"What's wrong with Sirius?" Draco asked. He slipped his arm around Harry's waist and lower, hugging the shorter boy to his side and planting a firm hand over Harry's very delicious arse in an obvious possessive move, breaking the hearts of many who were watching both boys from afar.

"Oh, something or other," Harry answered a little breathlessly. "But that wizard, Dirk, started flirting with Sirius, so now he's perfectly fine and I figure Sirius will be happy to flirt back." At the end he peeked at Lucius from under his heavy eyelashes.

It worked. Lucius gazed snapped over to the bar where Sirius was explaining something in obvious agitation, waving his arms in the air, while Dirk, who did seem to be interested, was leaning against the bar in apparent fascination. Lucius' eye began to twitch.

"He's half his age!" Lucius hissed, and began fingering the snakehead on his cane, probably thinking about pulling out the wand he had hidden within.

"Come on, Harry. Everyone's already waiting for you upstairs." Draco began to lead Harry to the stairs. As they passed a table, Harry downed the rest of his drink then set his empty glass down, and followed Draco. Harry saw the entire upper floor had been closed off for their use only, and Draco was pulling him to a large table where most of their friends were sitting with a round of drinks already passed around and two opened bottles of Firewhiskey sitting in the center. Just before they reached the table, Harry pulled Draco aside and pressed his lips against the blonds.

"Draco…" he made sure their eyes were locked, and that Draco could feel every single little thing Harry was feeling. The Slytherin's eyes went wide. "I love you."

Harry grinned then and left Draco standing in delicious shock. Harry rounded the table and sat between Hermione and Luna and grabbed an unopened bottle of butterbeer.

"Hey, Luna. You look great," he told the Ravenclaw, happy to see her again. He was really very fond of Luna. Everyone thought she was weird, and she was, to tell the truth, but she was also a good friend, loyal, and she was smarter then everyone gave her credit for. There's a reason why she's a Ravenclaw. People were always forgetting this about Luna, but Harry never would.

"Thank you, Harry," she replied mistily. "I made a great trade with a Snigglehoop Fairiethistle. They really know how to bring the best out of people."

"Yes, I'm sure they do," Harry replied with a fond smile.

"Harry, what did you do to Draco?" Hermione said from beside him. Harry looked up and watched in amusement as Draco finally started moving again; his eyes slightly glazed, and he was barely able to make it into a seat beside Blaise without falling over.

"I finally told him that I love him," Harry whispered to her.

"Oh." Hermione studied Draco for a minute. "Well you certainly surprised him. Though I don't know why. He should have known. Everyone else did."

"He did know but it's different when it is said face to face and he wasn't expecting to hear it from me so soon."

"He seems happy enough. Actually, I've never seen Draco look so expressive."

Harry nodded and smiled. It was funny the way he and Draco were remaining silent from the bond. It was making things more intense because they were only communicating by sight. The more apart they stayed for the duration of the night, the better it would be when one of them decided enough was enough. And Harry had a feeling Draco was going to break first and soon. He was starting to look angry over the fact that there was half a table between them.

"Ah, love…" Luna sighed, and rubbed her cheek against Harry's shoulder. "Everyone should have love. Everyone."

"I am in complete agreement," Harry said before kissing her hair.

"All right, everyone. Is this not a party? Didn't we come here to have some fun?" Fred demanded.

"Everyone start drinking!" George shouted. "And let the fun begin!" He, Fred, and Lee Jordan clinked their glasses together, saluted Harry, and then downed their shots.

"Shots for everyone!" They yelled after slamming their shot glasses down.

Draco shifted uncomfortably in his seat and downed the shot Theo Nott handed him. He didn't catch the look Nott was giving him. Harry did and it kind of made the Gryffindor feel sorry for the guy. Draco explained about their past relationship, and Harry knew it ended for Draco a long

time ago. Harry could see Nott still had feelings for Draco and he knew Draco wouldn't ever look at Nott that way again. It was easy to feel sorry for Nott because of that.

A few rounds of Firewhiskey later, mouths were exceedingly more lose and the groups began mingling together. The first person to want to dance was Pansy who then, to everyone's surprise, grabbed Dean and Neville by the arms and dragged them down the stairs to the dance floor. Everyone watched them go for a minute, shook their heads at the incredulity of it, before going down to join.

It was still Harry's intention to keep Draco fired up the entire night by refusing to let him grope him, so he immediately latched onto Luna and felt Draco pelting his anger at him like Bludgers. Draco didn't want to dance with anyone but Harry, but since his mate made himself unavailable and thereby leaving Draco to look like an idiot standing in the middle of the dance floor alone, he grabbed a random person and started dancing.

Harry was supposed to be dancing with Luna, but she wasn't paying attention to him and seemed to be dancing to her own music. Harry took this opportunity to face Draco while he danced to a song made for rocking hips and he began to slide his hands over his body as he danced, watching Draco closely behind heavy eyelashes.

Draco, for his part, was seething, and wasn't paying any bit of attention to the partner he'd chosen. In fact, he hadn't even looked to see who it was. But Harry was staring at his partner now and it was obvious he was trying to keep from laughing. Draco stilled and looked down into the horrified eyes of Neville Longbottom.

"What the hell Longbottom? Where did you come from?"

"I was dancing with Pansy, until you pulled me away."

"Well go back to her! I don't want to dance with you." Draco shoved Neville away, who happily disappeared into the dancing crowd.

What's the matter, love? You look a little pink. What's got you so hot? Harry's hand passed over his crotch, and he made sure Draco could feel Harry's pleasure building. Draco's eyes nearly crossed. Harry grinned and turned his back to Draco. That's when one of the Weasley twins scooped him up for a dance.

"Hiya, Harry! It's Fred," said twin announced.

"Fred." Harry grinned and put his arms around Fred's neck, who chuckled after looking over Harry's shoulder.

"You've been teasing Draco all night, ya know. It's bound to backfire."

"I'll make it up to him later."

Fred raised an eyebrow. "And here I thought our young Harry was innocent."

Harry snorted. He'd never really been innocent. Not since the night his parents were killed. But he knew that's not what Fred was talking about and he grinned.

"After tonight, I'll be innocent no longer."

"Whoa, Harry. Too much information!" George said coming from behind. So now Harry found himself dancing with both Fred and George. It was all fun, and the twins were behaving. Well, that is to say, they behaved after Draco flashed them his fangs from across the dance floor.

A/N: Edited 9/30/11