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Warning: Drug use, authors notes at the end, and mild sexuality.

Authors note: Meep, so there are notes on behavior at the end, hang in there.

When Harry returned from his sulking, he could tell something was wrong. Hermione looked more frenzied than ever, and Ginny looked like she might actually die of laughing herself sick.

Ron was sitting on the steps of what might've once been an entrance hall and he was waving his hands in front of his face, his eyes bright, face amused. Hermione was talking quickly, her ton exasperated, and when Ron blinked at her, not understanding, Ginny giggled harder, clutching her side. Seamus, Dean, a familiar looking Hufflepuff, Zabini and Malfoy were all gathered by the door, laughing helplessly. They were all grasping at each other to hold themselves up, and Seamus waved exuberantly at Harry, hitting Dean in the head, and they all laughed harder.

Harry walked over to Hermione uneasily. "Err, what's going on?"

Ginny dissolved into a fit of laughter all over again. "It's not funny! They were doing drugs! We caught them, and Ronald here was with them. And he's never done a drug before, and they were smoking valerian root, it's a powerful potion ingredient, and that is not what it was intended for, oh honestly Ginny, it's not funny!"

Hermione's look was slightly crazed, she had never had the urge to scold that was this overpowering, obviously. Harry looked at his best friend, tempted to laugh when Ron tried to smile, but instead hiccupped, and looked affronted by the whole situation.

The group of boys descended upon them, and Malfoy immediately grabbed Ginny, spinning her around on the marble floor, and dipping her dramatically. He was trying to recite some kind of poem to her, but kept getting distracted, and of course Ginny was probably going to pass out soon if she didn't stop laughing at her brother to breathe.

Zabini wandered towards the Hufflepuff (Sam? John? A common name, Harry thought) and alarmingly pounced on the poor boy, shoving his tongue down the boys throat. Ron squawked and seized Hermione, manhandling her into position between the snogging boys and himself, his crazed eyes pausing, suddenly enraptured by the ceiling. "Are…. Are Slytherins allowed to kiss Hufflepuffs?" His voice was thick, and terrified, his eyes widening further, pupils huge.

Malfoy was still spinning Ginny, and dancing with her to music he could only hear, but he obviously forgot what he was doing mid step, and tripped, and sent them tumbling to the ground. Ginny looked over at Harry and smiled good naturedly from where she was tangled with Malfoy. Malfoy looked confused as to why he was on the floor, but instead of any of the expressions Harry might expect, Malfoy looked pleased, easy going even. Seamus and Dean ran over, helpfully pulling the two to their feet, before they were pleaded into helping Hermione get everyone downstairs where someone could help her be outraged. Ginny kept just shrugging helplessly and sniggering at Ron's wide eyed appreciation of every single aspect of the Manor they came upon.

"Oh, Harry, Da, make sure that mum doesn't mount Zack out here on the marble," tossed Ginny over her shoulder, as her parting statement. Hermione made a sound that could have been a distressed condor, shooting Harry a frantic look, and Harry decided that Hermione would be a frightful mother when the time came.

Harry frowned, and realized Zabini and this Zach character were nowhere to be found. "C'mon Malfoy, let's find them before Hermione asphyxiates."

Malfoy turned, his eyes setting on Harry, an intense predatory gaze made Harry take an uncertain step back. His eyes were huge, his dark pupils taking up nearly all of his grey irises. "Err Malfoy?" Harry said uneasily, taking another step back, licking his lips nervously.

"I'm not evil," stated Malfoy, his voice lazier than usual, his eyes hooded and for a moment he was distracted by a sound, turning to see where a distant sound came from. It was probably Hermione losing her mind, so Harry took a deep breath and smiled (or tried too), "Yep, not evil, come on then."

Malfoy turned and looked confused for a moment, as if he'd forgotten Harry was there.

"Shall we go get Zabini?" Harry asked uncertainly, taking another step back as Malfoy moved forwards, his dark eyes focused on something that no one else could see, it would seem, just over Harrys shoulder.

Then before Harry could grab him and try to herd him down the hall towards the others, Malfoy darted forwards with amazing ease for someone who was supposedly recently caught red handed smoking a plant, and pinned Harry to the wall, shoving his mouth against Harry's, hard.

"Mmmf!" Protested Harry, his eyes wide as he found himself shoved against the wall. This was not exactly on par with when he had kissed Ginny, or when Cho had kissed him, and the wall was hard and cold and hurt, and Malfoy was possibly trying to bite off Harry's lips, his bony body shoving Harry hard in weird places.

But before Harry could do anything except make the mistake of trying to talk and getting a mouthful of Slytherin, Malfoy dropped him, and turned, managing to be two whole steps away from him when Ginny came back, alone. He loped up to her easily, and lifted her up by the waist, telling her that she was the only ginger haired wench for him and that he would capture France for her, as he allowed himself to be led towards the library, his arm around her waist. He tossed Harry an odd look over his shoulder, a smirk across his dazed face before disappearing from view.

Harry stood there frozen for what felt like a year, before he remembered he was supposed to be finding Zabini and Paul or whatever. He blinked, and tried to think where to look. He licked his lips, and the weird sweet smoky taste of valerian root lingered, and he panicked momentarily.

Screw finding the others, Harry was going to have to write a letter to one of the older Weasley's telling them that their baby sister had taken up with scandalous, personal space invading Slytherins with awful morals.

Authors note: Okay, so I do not condone drug use or anything, but if my parents were dead and I was in a war, and I was a gang of unsupervised school children living the wild life, I might do drugs too. No, it's not going to be a big plot point, no drug abuse, and anyways, in my head valerian root is sort of like marijuana in the muggle world, a high, but not dangerously and immediately addictive. I chose valerian root because its a potion ingredient in mind altering and sleeping potions as per the HP Lexicon.

Also yes I know they only just spoke, but one, things need to get interesting, and this will amuse me. Also, I feel Draco is a nonconventional person, and also it will trigger an important plot arc (the first one thats even a little romantic!).

I am nervous to post this chapter, I hope you all like it, comments and constructive criticism always welcome! (Emice, hows that for Harry and Draco interacting? Your wish is my command).