A/M: 64 reviews yay! - this may be the last chapter, not sure yet, depends on feed back. Sorry it took me so long to update... I was ill, but I will never wait so long to update again. Some of you nearly butchered me for making you wait so long and I value my life thank-you very much.

Lemme-no what you think and if I should add an epilogue or something like Dumbledore calling them both up to his office the next day. I'm in a writey ( - is that even a real word?:S) mood.

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Draco chased Harry down the dungeons, the Gryffindors following quickly in case they got lost. Ron, Ginny and Hermione rounded a corner to find a dead end and neither of the boys in sight. Frowning Hermione turned to see Ron kick a wall in frustration before starting to complain that it hurt. Ginny then burst out into hysterical fits of laughter and started backing towards a wall. Hermione turned round again, examining the contents of the hallway.

As Ginny reached the wall behind her to rest on it, she felt a hand snake around her mouth and another around her waist. She was pulled backwards. Struggling, she melted through the wall, to find Draco in fits of silent laughter.

"Shhhhh!" He exclaimed putting his finger over his lip, before collapsing with laughter again. Harry released her from his grip before motioning for her to be quiet, and to look at the corridor. She gasped. Ron and Hermione were now looking around in bewilderment as to were Ginny had gone.

"On three," Harry said, "One...two...three" The hidden three jumped out of the wall screaming BOO making Ron and Hermione jump a few feet back.

Ron and Hermione stared bewildered, as the three walked down the corridor, Harry in the middle with his arms around the other two. They wound around the dungeons before finally coming to rest in front of a portrait.

The portrait in question, was that of a Victorian woman dressed for a naval ceremony. Dirty-blond hair cascaded down her sandy dress and her Caribbean blue eyes bore hesitatingly on the new comers.

"Miss Elizabeth." Harry said, whilst bowing, Draco doing the same.

"Harry, who are your friends?" Elizabeth asked enthusiastically.

"Harry," Hermione spoke, "We don't have time to talk to a portrait! We need to get in." Elizabeth spoke up, a cold and biting tone to her voice.

"Well then I'm afraid that this 'portrait' is dis-inclined to acquiesce to your request!" She snipped and started fanning herself.

"Hold on a second..." Hermione cried indignantly.

"Hermione, drop it, Elizabeth, I apologize, Severus is expecting us, they're here because we need to explain to them." Elizabeth, bore down on them.

"Very well. Harry, Draco, why couldn't I have had men like you on my ship. All I had were arrogant, rude, rum-obsessed, bloody pirates." She sighed. "I will allow you passage, but bear heed my friend, do not cross me!" She directed the last part at Hermione.

The portrait swung open and Harry entered followed by the others.

Draco immediately flopped down on a tan leather sofa, propping his feet up on the mahogany coffee table. Harry made his way across the cinnamon colored room, knocking Draco's feet off the table in the process. He disappeared into a side room for a second, and then came back out to find Hermione, Ron and Ginny stood just inside the portrait, fidgeting.

"Guys come on sit down, the leather doesn't bite. Draco, chocolate or strawberry?" Harry asked whilst making his way to the kitchenette.

"Ummm chocolate... no strawberry... no chocolate... no! GAH! too hard... both??" he asked timidly. Harry walked back out of the kitchenette, ingredients in his hand. Seven sundae glasses were following behind him. He set it down on the coffee table in front of him before setting to work. He washed the strawberries in a small bowl of water and chopped them before adding them to a sundae with chocolate, three scoops of ice cream, crushed shortbread,fudge sauce and strawberry sauce. He handed it to Draco who started on it greedily.

He turned to Ron, Hermione and Ginny, asking them if they wanted one. Ginny and Hermione readily agreed, both wanting strawberry sundaes. Ron just stared moodily, still at his place by the door.

"I don't see why you go to all this trouble Harry," He finally snapped, "You have a house-elf who bloody loves you! Just get him to do them." Draco dropped his spoon in horror, staring wide eyed at Ron.

"Did he just... but he... Harry, don't say it's true, please don't stop cooking! I beg you." Ron, Hermione and Ginny all stared dumbfounded as The Draco Malfoy begged Harry, whilst on his knees. Harry just smiled and continued making a chocolate sundae for Ron. When he was finished he pushed it towards Ron, turned to Draco, who was sat hugging his knees to his chest, whispering about no more food. He reassured him before turning back to Ron.

"When food is created using magic, the natural flavor is lost. I love the house-elf's food Ron, don't get me wrong, but I grew up cooking from the time I could reach the stove. If you do it enough, you learn that there is an art to it. Even food that has been harvested by magic, has a subtle difference to food that hasn't. Every week I make Severus floo over to the leaky cauldron, go in to muggle London and buy fresh fruits and veg. from the market along with the basics from a general store." During Harry's speech, Draco stopped rocking and was now looking at Ginny, who was licking her spoon clean of ice-cream.

"Now I know Padfoot will have chocolate, but which one do I make Moony?" Harry asked Hermione. She was about to reply when Severus walked through the door holding a cardboard box marked 'shoes-SS' .

"You'll have to give him chocolate Harry, he'd prefer strawberry but the ellagic acid in them would counteract the aconite in the wolfsbane potion." As he explained this he put the box down and the three gryffindors got a good look at him. Their jaws dropped.

Stood before them was not the overgrown bat they were used to. No before them stood a man with black dress trousers and a plain white shirt, whose collar and top few buttons were undone. A littering of scars on his neck could be seen trailing underneath the shirt, where his hair had been pulled back into a loose ponytail. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, yet a thick black leather strip covered his left fore-arm like a bracelet. His movements were graceful and his six-foot-something, sinewy form moved easily. Hermione noticed, bemusedly, that he was barefoot.

Harry just smiled at his friends expressions, while Draco could see no difference. Severus placed the box in the far corner of the room, before walking to the only armchair left. After Harry made Padfoot and Moony's sundae's, he disappeared into the bedroom, coming back with a DVD and a photo-album.

Chucking the DVD at Hermione, he passed the photo-album to Ginny and Ron.

"Mione, you should watch that, Ron, Ginny, I give you Draco as a dog." Draco lunged at the two and whilst Ron just held the book out of the way, Ginny was tackled to the floor, and the two started wrestling.

Hermione and Severus watched on in amusement, and Harry started making a blueberry sundae. As he was finishing up, the wrestling stopped, ending with Ginny as the victor, straddling Draco at the hips. With the lack of struggling Draco presented, it appeared he didn't mind there current position. Ron chucked Ginny the photo album, as Draco turned his head to Harry and mock whispered.

"Potts, she's got like insane super strength."

"Draco," Harry mock whispered back, "She grew up with six older brothers." he smirked and handed the sundae to Severus, before sitting in his lap. Draco peered up at Ginny, who was glaring at him from over the top of the photo-album. She dumped it heavily onto his stomach, winding him, before giving a little wiggle and returning to look at it.

"Awww Malfoy, you make such a cute puppy." Ginny cooed. "So why did he get turned into a puppy anyway?" She asked whilst handing the album to Hermione.

"He pissed off Elizabeth, who then got one of her crew, Tia Dalma, to turn him into a dog." Harry explained. Hermione clicked her teeth at this and Severus looked at her in sheer horror.

"Oh God! Please don't tell me you upset her. Harry she didn't upset the greatest pirate king to ever sail this earth." Hermione paled.

"You mean, thats Elizabeth Turner, the pirate who single handedly lead the pirate lords in an attack against the east india trading company after rescuing the infamous Jack Sparrow from Davy Jones locker?" The affirmative from Severus was lost into the back of Harry's neck as a voice picked up from across the room.

"Captain, it's Captain Jack Sparrow. Good man, alcoholic and rum-obsessed but a good man. Severus, there are two men outside the portrait saying that you requested their company."

Severus nodded and Elizabeth traveled back to her own portrait. The door opened and Harry waited for the explosion from Sirius.

"OOH look Moony! Sundaes!"

O...kay sorry it took me so long, stuff came up and then I had writers block. But alas I cured it in the form of a short Drarry fic called Candle in the Wind, that's been posted aswell btw.

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