Author's Note: I'm back. Hey, guess what! Because I still have no idea who I want Harry to end up with, I started a poll, so please, express your opinion. I'm not saying that I'll for sure go with the answer, but your input will definitely help me decide. If you have someone else you want Harry to be with other than the choices, let me know, and if I like it, I'll set it up as a choice. I set this chapter up so that it could possibly be a Draco/Harry or a Luna/Harry, and in later chapters I have already planned to set it up so that it could be other things; but nothing is for sure. But this is not going to be some great romance. (I don't think I could write that.) It'll just mention them, maybe a kiss or two, but probably nothing more. Thanks much reviewers, and Read the Chapter!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter should totally be mine! Oh, but wait, it's not…sadness.

Chapter 8 Luna, Draco, and Snape, Oh My!

Harry could feel everyone's eyes on him as he weaved his way through the crowd to Luna and her father. As soon as he was close enough, Harry immediately wrapped Luna in a bear hug, surprising everyone except the Lovegoods.

Luna just returned the hug with a smile and said dreamily, "Hello, Harry, welcome back."

Harry gave a laugh. "Hello, Luna, it' s good to see you again."

"How was Azkaban?" She inquired pleasantly, as if asking about the weather.

"So-so," Harry replied, not taken aback in the least, "I got a cell with a view, and the dementors were quite pleasant after an initial rocky start; but the food sucked royally."

"Yes," Luna said, "I've heard that the food there is quite terrible. I would have sent a care package, but I'm afraid those rude aurors guarding Azkaban refused to let it through. I think they're hiding something."

"Oh, well," Harry said with a smile. "It's the thought that counts. And I'm sure they are hiding something. Surprisingly Slytherin, the lot of them." Harry heard a strangled sound from one of the aurors in earshot and mentally laughed. "Oh, thank you, by the way, for your continuing support of my innocence these past few years. I read all of your articles, and they were quite good."

Harry had been getting the Quibbler ever since his inheritance via the dementors, and he had been pleasantly surprised to find it speaking out against his imprisonment at least once a week. These articles were usually written by Xenophilius Lovegood or Luna herself, who Harry knew occasionally part timed at the Quibbler writing articles for her father.

"Oh, so you got the Quibbler?" Luna asked not sounding surprised in the least.

"Yep," Harry replied. "My favorite article was the one where you said Fudge was just using Azkaban for spell testing, and that the dementors were actually just mutated prisoners. (1) Juan thought it was hilarious.

"Who's Juan?"

"Oh," Harry said, "he's a dementor. I'm sorry to say they aren't mutated prisoners, but you're close. They're under an ancient curse." Harry whispered the last part conspiringly.

Luna nodded happily. "That makes sense. Anyway, we're glad you could read the articles, aren't we, Daddy?"

"Yes, we most certainly are, Luna, dearest," Xenophilius said, squeezing his daughter's shoulder affectionately before shaking Harry's hand enthusiastically. "Xenophilius Lovegood, my boy. Good to finally meet you. Sorry about you wrongful incarceration."

"It's good to meet you too, Mr. Lovegood," Harry said warmly, returning the handshake. "I love your Quibbler."

"Thank you, Harry; and please, call me Xenophilius. From how much Luna's told me about you, I feel as if I know you."

"Very well, Xenophilius," Harry said politely before turning to Luna. "How goes your search for the Krumpled Hornshack?"

"Oh, not very well, I'm sorry to say. They just hide themselves so well, you see?"

"Well," Harry said happily, "Have you tried looking in Mexico?"

"No," Luna replied dreamily, "Should I?"

"Yep" Harry nodded. "I asked Uncle Morty about them, and he said they originate from Mexico. Something about liking warmer temperature and living in the desert."

Luna's eyes lit up. "We'll have to research that, won't we, Daddy?" Xenophilius nodded his head fervently, already calculating ways to get to Mexico and where they should start their search. He began mumbling something about Mexican legends, and Luna joined in happily, so Harry decided it was time to leave.

"Well, I'll see you guys later. I'm going to go find someone else who I don't completely hate.

With that, an absentminded goodbye from Xenophilius, and a cheery kiss on the cheek from Luna, Harry began navigating through the crowds again. As he walked, Harry saw a flash of red and black hair. Oh, no! The Weasleys and his ex-godfather. Harry looked around frantically before salvation came in the package of a disgruntled, high-class, platinum blond.

Malfoy had grown several inches taller himself and had grown out his blond hair down to just below his ears. He was currently sitting in what could only effectively be described as a "throne." Harry gave a mental snort. Same old Malfoy; status is everything. Harry watched for a moment as he talked with a house elf.

Harry paused to consider his options.

Option 1, Turn around and face the traitors.

Option 2, Leave

Option 3, Make nice with Draco and freak out the traitors.

Option 1 was out right away, and option 2 was out because Harry didn't want to run away, so option 3 it was! Harry sighed. He just hoped that Malfoy wouldn't hex him on the spot for what he was about to do. He then launched himself onto the blonde's lap.

~Draco POV~ (I love switching POVs)

I still have no idea why my father wanted my godfather Severus and me to come to this idiotic ceremony for Potter. Well… it wasn't so horrible. At least I got to see Potter diss the Order. The look on Weasel's and the mudblood's faces…priceless. I sat up in my chair, waiting for Severus to get back from talking with Dumbledork. The crowd was in an uproar, looking for Potter.

I could almost feel sorry for him. First he gets betrayed, and now he has to deal with his betrayers hounding him to join their side and forgive them. That would never happen to a Malfoy; we're above that sort of thing. I fanned myself discreetly while listening to the mindless idiots around me talk about Potter. Ugh. It's infuriating hearing about him all the time. I sighed dejectedly. (And regally, I might add.) What was taking Severus so long?

"Dinky," I summoned one of the Malfoy family house elves.

"Yes, Master?" She appeared with a pop.

"Go get me a-!" suddenly I felt 150 pounds of black haired, green eyed wizard launch itself onto my lap. "What the heck?" Potter glanced around nervously. "Get off me, Potter!" I yelled, trying to push him off my lap and draw my wand at the same time, but failing. Potter was sitting on top of my wand holster and had hooked his arms around my neck, refusing to let go.

He leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Just go with it, Malfoy; and, please, call me Harry."

"Wha-?" I was still struggling to try to free myself from his grip when I saw Weasel, Granger, and Black push their way through the crowd. My eyes widened in understanding. Oh! He wanted to get away from his traitors. For a second, outrage filled me at the fact that he was using me! A Malfoy! But that quickly faded as I realized how positively Slytherin and actually clever this stunt was. Huh, so Potter had a brain after all. I gave a mental shrug.

I watched as the group stopped and stared, openly aghast at seeing Potter in my lap. Well, two things are for sure. 1) This is so gonna freak Weasel and the other weirdoes out. 2) This was gonna be fun. Besides, it wasn't that uncomfortable.

~Normal POV~ (Switch again!)

Harry twisted around in his seat on Draco's lap to watch in triumph as Black, female ex-best friend, and male ex-best friend processed the scene in front of them.

"H-Harry?" Male ex-best friend gasped out. 'W-what are you d-doing? And with Malfoy?"

Harry ignored him and turned to Draco. It was time for the fun to begin. "Draco, darling," he drawled. Everyone within a 10 foot radius froze, but Draco just looked more amused than anything.

"I see those ministry idiots finally got a clue and let you out of prison." Draco replied, playing along.

"Yep," Harry chirped, leaning in and waggling his eyebrows seductively. "And none too soon, for every moment I spent in Azkaban was a moment my heart has yearned for you. Have I mentioned how simply ravishing you look this evening to my undeserving eyes?"

"No, you haven't." Draco smirked, thoroughly amused.

"Ahh, Draco, love!" Harry flung his arms into the air dramatically. This caused him to nearly fall off Draco's lap, and Draco to have to wrap his arms around Harry's waist, bringing him a tad closer to keep him from falling off. Neither boy looked too upset with this. Harry continued. "My heart's one true desire is you! The one who knew my innocence even in the face of my-"

"Potter, why are you sitting on top of my godson?"

Harry sat abruptly still and slowly turned to face Snape. He could barely contain his glee. This was going to kill Black. Harry wrapped one of his arms around Draco's neck again and used the other to blow Snape a kiss.

"Well, hello, Severus!" He shouted gleefully. "May I call you Uncle Sevvy? With how much my Draco has told me about you, I feel that we're practically family."

Draco looked stunned. Granger just blinked. Black looked like someone had shoved a sock down his throat. Weasley looked like someone had stuffed a live squirrel down his pants. And Snape looked like someone had just told him they had invented "James Potter Day." Draco turned to Snape with a look on his face that clearly said "just go with it."

Snape glanced around helplessly before regaining his composure. "Po…Harry." Harry snickered discreetly behind his hand. Snape could barely get his name out of his mouth. Snape sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. "May I ask again? Why are you sitting on my godson's lap?"

"Because it's comfy, sir," Harry smirked. Weasley let out a strangled sound, and Harry automatically looked over to check that he hadn't chocked on his own spit before he remembered he didn't really care and stopped himself.

"I see," Snape drawled. "And is there any other reason for your cuddling with Draco?"

Harry pondered this for a moment before giving a half-hearted, "He's cute?" This time, Harry heard not only Weasley, but Black gag too. He continued to ignore them.

Snape sighed. "Very well, then, since you have no real reason to be sitting on my godson, as you are not going out," Snape paused. "You aren't…going out, are you?"

Harry shook his head. "Nope, or at least, not… yet." Draco didn't look too put out by this. Harry heard a strangled cry and a thud behind him. It seems male ex-best friend had just passed out, and everyone, in their shock, had failed to catch him. Snape looked like he was struggling to keep a gag down. It took a few seconds, but he eventually managed to bet the reflex and continued.

"V-very well, then, get off my godson's lap!"

Harry got off and turned to give Snape a hug. "Oh, you want one too."

"NO, Potter, I don't!" Snape kept Harry at arms length.

Harry pretended to cry. "Now I know that I have a heart because it's breaking. Oh, well," He turned to give Draco a hug before taking a quick glance around. Everyone seemed to be in shock, including Draco. Harry clapped his hands together cheerfully. "Well, this has been fun; it truly has; but I must be going now. House hunting and all that; it's such a pain, but you have to do it. So, I will see you all later." Harry turned to look at his traitorous ex-family. "Or, maybe not all of you, if I have any luck at all. Which I really don't, so see you later!"

With that, Harry turned on his heel and apparated away, leaving behind a completely stunned and confused crowd. 'Hmm,' he thought absently as he felt himself jerk away, 'Not a bad day's work.'

Author's Note: Sorry, kinda a filler chapter. But never fear; the next one has lots of plot!

(1) Hey, it's possible. Maybe I should write a story about that someday…

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