Ok, so because I'm such a lovely person, (and because all the reviews made me happy) and since it's that time again when school restarts, (I go back tomorrow) and I'm starting writing chapter 13, I'd give you an extra update. I'll even put the Monday update up tomorrow as well. If my charitable gesture doesn't put you in a reviewing mood, I don't know what will. Reeeeeview! (please?)

CHAPTER SEVEN

After Harry had tripped over his robes (Draco had robes specifically longer than usual to sway from side to side when he walked, not that he would admit this to anyone) for the fifth time, Blaise decided it was time to intervene. The kind of intervention he would supply was still undecided. He was debating between actually helping Harry be more like Draco or making Harry as Draco do ridiculous things for his amusement. After Harry fell asleep in Arithmancy and crashed into Flitwick in the hallway, knocking him over and getting a warning glare in return, giving Blaise a great deal of amusement, he made his decision. He was a Slytherin, after all.

Harry followed Blaise back to the Slytherin common room.

"I hate this," he moaned, "How can you willingly put yourself through that torture?"

"The saviour of the wizarding world can't suffer through one Arithmancy lesson? I expected more," Blaise quipped.

"Funny. But really it was mindnumbing. You can't blame me for falling asleep."

"I'm still finding it funny that on your first day as Draco you get a detention."

"I was convinced I was going to get another one when I walked into Flitwick. Maybe not being myself is a good thing."

"You still have to do detention though. You'll be Draco for two months."

Harry let out an exasperated noise, somewhere between a yell and a groan.

Blaise chuckled, and said the password for the common room.

"Lucky for you, I'm going to help," he lied.

They entered the common room. Blaise leaned closer to Harry.

"Draco is rather erm, flamboyant when it's just around the other Slytherins."

Harry gave him a surprised look. "What?"

"Yeah, the infamous Malfoy mask comes off around the rest of us."

Blaise, was, of course, lying through his teeth. Draco always retained the same calm and collected demeanour, except when he was taunting Harry and when he was really angry. Blaise had been on the receiving end of the latter a few too many times for his liking.

"So, what do you mean by flamboyant?"

"Theatrical. Dramatic, if you will," Blaise tried to sound serious, but could feel the corners of his mouth turning up.

Harry sighed. "Well, I suppose I can't really pass up help on this. Even if you're lying to me."

Blaise smiled in what he hoped was an innocent and sympathetic way.

"And hey," Harry added, "If you are lying, it'll be pretty funny for everyone to see Draco like that."

"Yeah. So go do it," Blaise said. He didn't understand why Draco had taken such a dislike to Harry, he seemed like a pretty decent bloke. Blaise sure as hell wouldn't have made a fool out of himself to give everyone else a laugh.

Harry sighed, and walked further into the common room.

"Hello, fellow Slytherins!" he announced loudly.

Then he flung himself over the back of a sofa. He touched down on the cushions for a second, looking pleased with himself, but then he slipped onto the floor with a crash, tumbling along the crowd, nearly colliding with the coffee table. Blaise wondered how someone so un-coordinated was such a great Seeker. Then he wondered why he had complimented Harry. He had been spending too much time with Hermione, that was the problem.

Harry was now lying on the floor. It was the stupid robes that had made him slip. It was all in the recovery though. Theatrical, he recalled Blaise saying. Harry rolled across the floor a couple of times, so he was lying near the sofa he had fallen off. He placed one hand on the ground, and raising the other hand into the air, he pushed himself up, so that he was now on his feet, his back still parallel to the ground. This was one smooth motion, his head flung back dramatically. He looked to Blaise for acknowledgement.

Good, the other boy mouthed. Now get up.

Harry sighed, and used his strength to push himself onto his feet as fluidly as he could. He sat down on the sofa in a swirl of robes. He sat as primly as he could, one leg crossed over the other. He then looked up, and judging by the looks of horror on all the other Slytherin's faces, Blaise had lied to him. Harry turned his head and saw he was correct. Blaise was slumped on the floor in a silent fit of laughter.

Pansy Parkinson sat down next to Harry and placed her hand over his forehead.

"Are you sure you're ok?" she asked.

Harry's eyes flicked up to Blaise, who seemed to have righted himself, rejoining the group, having snapped at a second year to vacate the armchair he wanted. Harry tossed his hair.

"I'm fine!" he said, smiling as widely as he could.

Blaise let out a guffaw. Pansy stared suspiciously at him.

"Did you hex him, Blaise?"

Blaise was straining himself not to laugh again. Harry decided to get his revenge. He opened his eyes widely in mock horror, his chin in his hands.

"Hexed me?" he made his voice go all squeaky. Blaise couldn't hold his laughter anymore.

Pansy slapped him. "What did you do?" she exclaimed, shrilly.

Blaise glared at Harry, before his eyes took on an evil glint.

"Fine, Pansy. You caught me. I hexed Draco to make him act crazy."

Pansy slapped him again. "Well, do the counter-curse immediately!"

"I can't."

For a third time, his cheek was slapped.

"Blaise Zabini! You do the counter curse right now!"

"I can't!" he exclaimed, "Don't hit me again! Merlin, woman. Give me a chance to explain."

Pansy gestured for him to continue.

"This hex doesn't have a counter-curse. The hex was to make the victim as undesirable as possible, so for the hex to wear off, the victim had to be shown to be desirable. By receiving a kiss."

Harry, who had been watching the scene, bemused, suddenly found himself getting a face-full of Pansy, who flung herself at him, and clamped her lips on his. Harry felt a little bit sick. If there was any doubt remaining that he was gay, that kiss had flown it right out the window. At the speed of a Firebolt. He stayed deathly still, his eyes squeezed shut, praying for it to end. Thankfully it did. Pansy drew back, her hands still clamped on Harry's shoulders.

"Did it work? Blaise, are you sure it was just a kiss? Do I need to do it again?"

That was cue enough for Harry, who quickly uncrossed his legs and sat up poker straight. He glared at Blaise.

"Zabini, you are the most insufferable prat I've ever had the misfortune to meet," he sneered in the nastiest way he could manage.

"I could have sworn you'd give that honour to Potter," Blaise replied, smirking.

"Well, I like him more than I like you at the moment," Harry smirked right back, "That can be changed if you give me back my hair gel."

Pansy sighed. "Thank goodness he's back! I was so worried for a moment!"

...

Draco was sitting on the sofas in the Gryffindor common room. He had his, well, Potter's, homework open in his lap, and was trying to figure out Potter's incoherent scrawl of notes which he needed to use to do the homework. Someone dropped into the seat next to him.

"Harry?" that someone said, in a tentative voice. It was Ginny Weasley, who now knew that he was not Harry.

Draco tried not to immediately snap something at her, possibly pertaining to her hair colour or her family. Instead, he remembered that this was Potter's girlfriend. He imagined that Potter was sickeningly sappy when it came to romance, so he put on a smile so sweet it could have dripped honey.

"Ginny! How are you, my little Pygmy Puff?"

Ginny raised her eyebrows at him, and squirmed as he flung an arm around her. Others in the common room were looking at them with new-found interest.

"Harry and I broke up two months after the war ended," she said in a low voice.

Draco immediately released her. He wished had some hand-gel, they were frightfully Muggle, but he could feel disease spreading over his hand. He had touched a Weasley.

"Sorry, I thought you were still together."

Ginny's face took on an unfathomable look, and she snorted with laughter.

"What?" he demanded.

"Don't worry."

Draco felt a fresh surge of anger. He detested not being told things. He even poked the youngest Weasley, such was his desire to know.

"Tell me!"

Ginny shook her head. He poked her again.

"Tell me!"

He poked her again. But this time in the eye.

"Ow!" she covered her eye, and looked reproachfully at him out of the other one.

He shrugged. "I want to know."

"Ugh, fine, but that bloody hurt," Ginny exclaimed.

She then leaned forward to whisper in his ear. Draco clenched his fists to stop from recoiling.

"I'm pretty sure Harry seeks for the other Quidditch team, if you know what I mean."

With that, she smiled somewhat wryly at him, before leaving him on the sofas to contemplate.

Huh, Draco thought, I'd never have guessed that.

It's the after chapter question time! Yay! You love it, I know you do.

Ok, so my least favourite ships. I would have to say that Snape/student pairings are my answer. I can see why people get the idea for the pairings of Snape with Harry or Hermione, because of the whole Lily thing. (Harry's eyes, Hermione being a clever Muggleborn) But these pairings just rub me up the wrong way, no offence to you if you like these pairings...Also, even though I could possibly dedicate a question to this, I want to give you my opinion on Drapple. I understand that people go 'Oh, I ship Drapple!' as a joke, which I get, it's quite funny when you watch the films (PoA, HBP) and he's got the apple, it's a laugh. But when people actually seriously ship it...that's when it gets weird. It's a person and a piece of fruit.An inanimate object. It's just wrong. I discussed this with a friend a while ago over text and my exact words were:

'I like apples, apples are great. They're my favourite fruit. But, I do not think people should be in relationships with them! Especially not certain blond Slytherins, when there are certain glasses wearing, messy haired, green eyed Gryffindors to profess their secret love to!'

Anyone else share this view point?...that's not this week's question though. It iiiiiiiiiiis:

What are your thoughts on Ginny?

She'll be appearing quite a bit more in future chapters, and I'm interested to know what you think of her (in the books, films, fanfiction, maybe even this story!) Until tomorrow, when I've suffered through my first day of this term...geez, if I went to Hogwarts I would have been excited. Damn my life. I have a theory of why I never got my letter, maybe I'll share it sometime. Byeeeee.