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Of Lions And Lambs - Part Three	By : Marblez Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5221 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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(U)Chapter Five(U)

"Draco…can I talk to you just quickly about…about last night?" Jasper asked nervously as the couple entered Draco's room after the quick dinner the humans had just had. Now it was time to get ready to go to the theatre.

"Finally," Draco muttered. He'd been waiting for this talk all day. But then…well this was the first time they'd been alone all day and this definitely wasn't the type of conversation to have around vampires with extra sensitive hearing or his parents. This was most definitely a private conversation. He walked into his wardrobe and browsed the racks for a few moments, waiting for Jasper to say what was on his mind…

"I'm sorry about last night."

"Exactly what is it that you think you did that warrants an apology?" Draco asked as he held a shirt up to his chest, checking out his reflection in the mirror, forcing himself to remain calm…for now.

"I forced myself on you," Jasper explained softly.

"No you didn't!" Draco gasped loudly, spinning round to face his boyfriend, the shirt dropping to the floor forgotten, "Trust me Jasper, I was not forced into anything that we did last night."

"But…But I was forcing my emotions on you. I was making you feel and act the way you did. I…"

"No," Draco snapped, giving up on being calm. Now was not the time for calm. Now was the time for getting the point across to his guilt-ridden boyfriend. "No you weren't. I can tell when it's not my emotions now, I can feel it when it's your emotions influencing mine and trust me, last night was all me."

"But…"

"I knew what I was doing and you'd better believe me when I say that I wanted to be doing it," Draco growled, moving to stand directly in front of his boyfriend. "Did you…Did you not want it?" he asked uncertainly, a horrible feeling of dread building up in his stomach, "Is that…Is that it? You don't…you don't want me in that way?"

"No!" Jasper cried out in alarm, his hands grabbing Draco by his shoulders, "No, of course I want you that way! I just…I just don't want…don't want you to be doing it because it's what I want…"

"Jasper?" Draco asked, his voice softened.

"Yes?" Jasper asked, worried for what his boyfriend was going to say now.

"You're an idiot," Draco said bluntly, bringing his hands up to cup his boyfriends cheeks, his thumbs stroking the cold skin, "I am a teenage boy. Teenage boys like sex. No, we love sex. And I want to have sex. With you. ASAP."

"Draco…" Jasper mumbled, getting embarrassed. He was brought up in a time when talking about what happened in a marital bed was as bad as talking about witchcraft. Until he was fifteen (and joined the army, boy what an education that had been) he had thought you could be punished for talking about it! After all his dad always gave him a good belting whenever he tried to bring it up.

"What we did last night felt so good that I cannot wait until we can do it again," Draco continued bluntly, "I felt good. You felt good. Where are you finding this problem from? I haven't got a problem. Except for feeling quite well…yeah…you know…right now…"

"Right…now?" Jasper asked softly.

"Well…thinking about what we did last night and…well like I just said I'm a teenage boy," Draco shrugged, slightly embarrassed. "But anyway, what do I have to do to convince you that I (B)liked(B) last night?" Jasper closed his eyes, feeling his boyfriends emotions…

Trust…

Annoyance…

Love…

Pleasure…

Lust…

Want…

Happiness…

"Ok," Jasper said softly, "I believe you. Sorry for being an idiot…I just…"

"I know," Draco said softly, kissing Jasper's lips gently, "You were trying to be all gentlemanly and proper the way you were brought up."

"Yes."

"Well don't. I plan on getting you to agree to repeat performances and more," Draco laughed cheekily, "I would insist on one now to help me with my little problem…however we've left it a little late to get changed and we're going out soon so sadly we don't have the time…worse luck."

"I'm sorry to make you think of it again," Jasper apologised.

"Trust me, I've been thinking about this all day," Draco told him seriously.

"All day?" Jasper asked.

"What can I say? I (B)really(B) liked it," Draco chuckled, "Now, what are you planning on wearing to the muggle theatre tonight?"

"I hadn't thought of it," Jasper admitted, "I've had other things on my mind."

"Well then, let me work my magic…"

"Now Teddy you be a good boy for the House Elves and go to bed when they tell you too. Daddy will be home later and he'll tell you all about it tomorrow. Ok?" Harry asked, crouching down before the little boy already dressed in pyjama's and clutching one of his teddy's, yes he'd brought most of them with him.

"Ok," he nodded in agreement, "Daddy come back later?"

"Daddy will come back later," Harry agreed.

"Come give Teddy kiss?" Teddy asked.

"You'll be asleep by the time I get home Teddy," Harry pointed.

"Don't care. Come give Teddy kiss," Teddy ordered this time.

"Ok, I'll come and give you a kiss when I get home," Harry agreed, hugging his little boy tightly to him, "Sweet dreams, my little boy." Leaning back he kissed Teddy's forehead before placing the boys hand in the hand of the House Elf who had stood beside them the whole time. "Take good care of him."

"We will, Mr Potter, we House Elves take great pride when babysitting," the House Elf, one who's name Harry didn't know said proudly.

"He used to baby sit me all the time," Draco chimed in from where everyone else stood dressed in the muggle finery by the door, "They know how to handle any situation, including temper tantrums."

"You had temper tantrums. No…never!" Harry gasped sarcastically.

"Ha! Ha!" Draco growled at him.

"Buh-bye daddy!" Teddy called out, waving to Harry as he joined the others. He waved back at him as everyone settled off into their Apparating groups. They Apparated into Wizarding London and then from there caught two large Taxi's to the muggle theatre the musical was being performed at.

"Harry! Go get the tickets from the Box Office! I'll get the programs and some merchandise!" Alice ordered, bouncing off to the merchandise stand to the side of the doors into the theatre. Harry obeyed and they both returned to the group at the same time, Harry with a wad of tickets, Alice with a wad of programmes and a bag literally stuffed with merchandise…she must have spent a fortune! But then again it was Alice and that should say it all.

There was a little difficulty finding their seats and eventually they were shown the way to them by someone who worked at the theatre and probably had better things to do than deal with the large group of tourists. Choosing the seating order was…well it was up to Alice actually as she ordered everyone around to fit in with what she'd seen in her vision.

"Lucius first, then Narcissa, then me, then Draco, then Jasper, then Harry, then Bella, then Edward, then Rosalie and finally Emmett," she said and they all filed into the row of seats (which they almost filled) in the order she specified.

"Great seats Harry," Bella commented once they were sitting, "Are you sure these were last minute?"

"Yeah," Harry nodded.

"Refreshments!" Alice gasped, jumping up. She then proceeded to jump over the back of her chair in the currently empty row behind and rush out of the theatre.

"Refreshments," Draco repeated in that tone that was usually reserved for pointing something that explained everything. AS they waited for a) Alice to come back and b) the musical to start they all flicked through the programs Alice had handed out before she'd run off. "This looks…interesting," Draco said as she studied a picture in the program. The caption simply said 'One Short Day' which according to the running order was one of the song titles.

"Hmm, interesting," Jasper agreed.

"Let me in! It's gonna start soon!" Alice was back with four bottles of drink in one arms and a large packet of Maltesers, another of Minstrels and another of Wine Gums in the other. (A/N All British refreshment food for those of you who might not have heard of them. I referenced them in another story and got asked what they were so I'm explaining it here this time.) Somehow she climbed over everyone who was in her way, dropped down into her seat and had just handed out the refreshments to the four who needed them when the house lights dimmed.

The orchestra roared to life and musical began…

(I) ~ * ~ * ~

GLINDA:

Let us be glad,

Let us be grateful,

Let us rejoicify that goodness could subdue,

The wicked workings of you-know-who,

Isn't it nice to know,

That good will conquer evil?

The truth we all believe'll by and by,

Outlive a lie,

For you and -

SOMEONE IN THE CROWD:

No one mourns the Wicked!

ANOTHER PERSON:

No one cries "They won't return!"

ALL:

No one lays a lily on their grave!

MAN:

The good man scorns the Wicked!

WOMEN:

Through their lives, our children learn,

ALL:

What we miss, when we misbehave:

GLINDA:

And Goodness knows,

The Wicked's lives are lonely,

Goodness knows,

The Wicked die alone,

It just shows when you're Wicked,

You're left only,

On your own.

ELPHABA:

Once I'm with the Wizard,

My whole life will change,

'Cuz once you're with the Wizard,

No one thinks you're strange!

No father is not proud of you,

No sister acts ashamed,

And all of Oz has to love you,

When by the Wizard you're acclaimed,

And this gift - or this curse -

I have inside,

Maybe at last, I'll know why,

When we are hand and hand -

The Wizard and I!

GALINDA:

Dearest darlingest Momsie and Popsical:

ELPHABA:

My dear Father:

BOTH:

There's been some confusion,

Over rooming here at Shiz:

ELPHABA:

But of course, I'll care for Nessa:

GLINDA:

But of course, I'll rise above it:

BOTH:

For I know that's how you'd want me to respond,

Yes.

There's been some confusion,

For you see, my room-mate is:

GALINDA:

Unusually and exceedingly peculiar,

And altogether quite impossible to describe:

ELPHABA:

Blonde.

GALINDA:

What is this feeling?

So sudden and new?

ELPHABA:

I felt it the moment,

I laid eyes on you...

GALINDA:

My pulse is rushing...

ELPHABA:

My head is reeling...

GALINDA:

My face is flushing...

BOTH:

What is this feeling?

Fervid as a flame,

Does it have a name?

Yes!

Loathing.

Unadulterated loathing.

GALINDA:

For your face,

ELPHABA:

Your voice,

GALINDA:

Your clothing.

BOTH:

Let's just say - I loathe it all,

Ev'ry little trait, however small,

Makes my very flesh begin to crawl,

With simple utter loathing,

There's a strange exhilaration,

In such total detestation,

It's so pure and strong!

Though I do admit it came on fast,

Still I do believe that it can last,

And I will be loathing,

Loathing you,

My whole life long!

GLINDA:

Whenever I see someone,

Less fortunate than I,

(And let's face it - who isn't,

Less fortunate than I?)

My tender heart,

Tends to start to bleed,

And when someone needs a makeover,

I simply have to take over,

I know I know exactly what they need.

And even in your case,

Tho' it's the toughest case I've yet to face,

Don't worry - I'm determined to succeed,

Follow my lead,

And yes, indeed,

You will be:

Popular!

You're gonna be popular!

I'll teach you the proper ploys,

When you talk to boys,

Little ways to flirt and flounce - ooh!

I'll show you what shoes to wear,

How to fix your hair,

Everything that really counts,

To be popular!

I'll help you be popular!

You'll hang with the right cohorts,

You'll be good at sports,

Know the slang you've got to know,

So let's start,

'Cause you've got an awfully long way to go:

Don't be offended by my frank analysis,

Think of it as personality dialysis.

Now that I've chosen to be come a pal,

A sister and adviser,

There's nobody wiser,

Not when it comes to popular -

I know about popular.

And with an assist from me,

To be who you'll be,

Instead of dreary who-you-were... well, are.

There's nothing that can stop you,

From becoming popu-ler ... lar!

ELPHABA:

Something has changed within me,

Something is not the same,

I'm through with playing by the rules,

Of someone else's game,

Too late for second-guessing,

Too late to go back to sleep,

It's time to trust my instincts,

Close my eyes, and leap!

It's time to try,

Defying gravity,

I think I'll try,

Defying gravity,

And you can't pull me down!

GLINDA:

Can't I make you understand?

You're having delusions of grandeur!

ELPHABA:

I'm through accepting limits,

'Cuz someone says they're so,

Some things I cannot change,

But till I try, I'll never know!

Too long I've been afraid of,

Losing love I guess I've lost,

Well, if that's love,

It comes at much too high a cost!

I'd sooner buy,

Defying gravity,

Kiss me goodbye,

I'm defying gravity,

And you can't pull me down!

GLINDA:

That's why I couldn't be happier,

No, I couldn't be happier.

Though it is, I admit,

The tiniest bit,

Unlike I anticipated.

But I couldn't be happier,

Simply couldn't be happier,

Well - not "simply":

'Cause getting your dreams,

It's strange, but it seems,

A little - well - complicated.

There's a kind of a sort of…cost,

There's a couple of things get…lost,

There are bridges you cross,

You didn't know you crossed,

Until you've crossed!

And if that joy, that thrill,

Doesn't thrill you like you think it will.

Still -

With this perfect finale,

The cheers and ballyhoo,

Who?

Wouldn't be happier?

So I couldn't be happier.

Because happy is what happens,

When all your dreams come true,

Well, isn't it?

Happy is what happens,

When your dreams come true!

ELPHABA

Kiss me too fiercely,

Hold me too tight,

I need help believing,

You're with me tonight.

My wildest dreams,

Could not foresee,

Lying beside you,

With you wanting me.

Just for this moment,

As long as you're mine.

I've lost all resistance,

And crossed some borderline.

And if it turns out,

It's over too fast.

I'll make ev'ry last moment last.

As long as you're mine...

ELPHABA:

What good is this chanting?

I don't even know what I'm reading!

I don't even know which trick I ought to try.

Fiyero, where are you?

Already dead, or bleeding?

One more disaster I can add to my,

Generous supply?

No good deed goes unpunished.

No act of charity goes un-resented.

No good deed goes unpunished.

That's my new creed.

My road of good intentions,

Led where such roads always lead,

No good deed,

Goes unpunished!

GLINDA:

I've heard it said,

That people come into our lives for a reason,

Bringing something we must learn.

And we are led,

To those who help us most to grow,

If we let them.

And we help them in return.

Well, I don't know if I believe that's true,

But I know I'm who I am today,

Because I knew you:

Like a comet pulled from orbit,

As it passes a sun.

Like a stream that meets a boulder,

Halfway through the wood.

Who can say if I've been changed for the better?

But because I knew you,

I have been changed for good.

ELPHABA:

It well may be,

That we will never meet again,

In this lifetime.

So let me say before we part,

So much of me,

Is made of what I learned from you.

You'll be with me,

Like a handprint on my heart.

And now whatever way our stories end,

I know you have re-written mine.

By being my friend:

Like a ship blown from its mooring,

By a wind off the sea.

Like a seed dropped by a skybird,

In a distant wood.

Who can say if I've been changed for the better?

But because I knew you:

GLINDA:

Because I knew you:

BOTH:

I have been changed for good.

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………(I)

While everyone else in the audience made their ways to the crowded exits their group remained sitting in their remarkably-good-for-last-minute seats. Draco had been completely silent for the entire performance, gripping Jaspers hand with both of his own, the occasional tear falling down his cheeks. This had gotten a few odd looks from the muggles sitting around them but Draco hadn't even noticed.

The musical had been so…perfect. He didn't mean the performance itself; there had been plenty of goofs and wobbles that were always to be expected with live shows. No, it was the story itself that Draco had found so perfect, so easy to relate to. The Wicked Witch of the West, who wasn't really wicked at all, who had only become 'wicked' because of what other people had done, trapped in a never ending cycle of wanting to do good but unable to…it was like watching a play about himself! And some of the songs…they had to go on his Ipod! They were just brilliant and couple of them…a couple of them seemed that the words had been plucked from his own mind. So many of the songs had been echo's of his thoughts during the war…but that last duet between the two leads…those were his thoughts now, his thoughts about him and Jasper.

"You ok?" Jasper asked softly as he turned in his seat to face his boyfriend. He was having trouble reading Draco's emotions, everything had been in a maddening jumble for the entire musical and it hadn't changed now it was over.

"I'm…fine," Draco smiled at him, finally letting go of Jaspers hand and wiping the tears tracks off of his pale cheeks. "It was just…so…I…" he took a deep breath, aware that everyone else was listening in, including his parents, "It was like watching myself a few years ago for most of it."

"You were green?" Harry asked, "I don't remember that."

"I was a Slytherin," Draco reminded him, chuckling along with everyone else as Harry's lighthearted comments lifted the mood, "What I meant was the way she was forced into becoming evil. It was so…familiar."

"I understand," Jasper said softly.

"Which was your favourite song?" Harry asked, changing the subject.

"That last duet, For Good," Draco answered instantly, his eyes locking with Jaspers as he explained softly, "It made me think of you, me…us."

"It made me think of you too," Jasper agreed.

"What was your favourite?" Draco asked him, shifting in his seat for the first time since the curtain had gone up (he hadn't even moved during the interval) and his joints cracked loudly in protest. "Ow…"

"The love song," Jasper answered, "I'm not sure what it's called…"

"As Long As You're Mine," Alice supplied eagerly.

"Right, that one," Jasper said, "It's my favourite because…well because that is how I think of you." Emmett's comment of drowning in soppiness was cut off by his wife elbowing him viscously and even though it didn't really hurt the immortal it did shut him up. "Everything will be ok, as long as you're mine."

Draco blushed, ducking his head and smiling happily.

"My favourite song was 'Popular'!" Alice said brightly from Jaspers other side.

"Of course it was," Bella muttered darkly from Draco's other side, "What does that make me, Elphaba?"

"Yes!" Alice agreed happily.

"So I'm you're toughest case yet?" Bella asked, "That's nice."

"Well you are the most stubborn." Alice responded with a sweet but cheeky smile, "But just like Glinda, I will win." Bella groaned loudly, sounding like she was sinking into the depths of despair.

"I've got to find that on ITunes," Draco said to Jasper as the couple rose slowly along with the rest of their group, Jasper supporting Draco as his numb legs wobbled. He'd been sat down for so long!

"I've already bought you the CD," Alice said brightly, picking up the bag from under her seat and pulling out a shiny CD case, still wrapped in the plastic covering.

"Alice…"

"What? I saw that you'd want it so I got it for you," the small vampire shrugged, shoving the CD into his hands, "And speaking of what I saw we should go now or we'll never get a taxi and that would be bad. If we miss the taxi's we won't get home till gone midnight so let's move it people!"

"…move it people?" Draco asked slowly, disbelievingly, his eyebrow raising in that old Malfoy way that now only cropped up every now and then. "Did you really just say that, Alice?"

"Yes I did, so move it!"

They woke to rain on Friday morning, heavy rain that almost put Forks to shame. Almost. The foul weather only added to the general desire to do nothing. In fact there was only one thing that really happened, a letter arrived by owl addressed to (I)Harry & Co. Malfoy Manor, Malfoy Estate.(I)

"Who's it from?" Draco asked from where he was snuggled up to Jasper's chest on one of the sofa's in front of the fire. Harry broke the seal on the back of the letter and pulled out the parchment, unfolding it quickly.

"It's from Hermione," he said with a grin.

"We're seeing her tomorrow. Why in Merlin's name is she writing to you today?" Draco asked. Across the room Alice giggled knowingly as Harry scanned the letter, his grin growing,

"I'll read it out for everyone," Harry said, clearing his throat loudly before beginning, "(I)Dear Harry & Co (I resisted the temptation to address this to you all by name, that would have taken too long.) I hope you've all had a wonderful few days holiday and are feeling nice and refreshed, ready to party the night away tomorrow. Now there is an actual reason behind this letter, it's not completely random I promise. Tomorrow is the final of this years Quidditch Tournament and you'll never guess, it's between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Anyway Neville, you know he's become the Assistant Herbology teacher right? Well anyway he's invited me and Ron to come and when I suggested it he readily agreed to make it an open invitation to all of you as well. So what do you think? Fancy coming to the Quidditch Final? Neville says the teams are almost as good as when we were at school. Should be a good match. Let me know whether to reserve you seats or not. Love, Hermione.(I)"

"Quidditch," Jasper hummed, "That's the game you explained to me right?"

"Yup," Draco nodded.

"So? Fancy going to the match?" Harry asked, looking around the group.

"Yes!" Alice squealed, bouncing happily in her seat.

"Slytherin vs Gryffindor," Draco hummed thoughtfully, "Almost as good as us she says. I think that is a match not to be missed." He turned to everyone else who had never seen as Quidditch match, "And a school match is a good one to learn the rules too, professional matches are a bit…tougher to follow."

"So shall we go?" Harry asked the group. Everyone agreed. "Right, I'll write back and tell Hermione to expect us. I wonder if they still have the matches at the same time…hmm, I'd best ask her…"

"You're excited," Jasper murmured in Draco's ear as Harry left the room to write his reply. Draco hummed in agreement, kissing Jasper's neck softly. "You really like Quidditch don't you?"

"It's the best sport in the world," Draco answered simply.

"Oh no, here we go again," Alice mumbled.

"No, that's Baseball," Jasper countered.

"We've had this argument before," Draco mumbled.

"Yes we have," Jasper agreed.

"I think we should wait to continue this argument until after you see the Quidditch match tomorrow," Draco said calmly, "It's only fair after all. You can't like a sport if you've never seen it before."

"All right, we'll finish this argument tomorrow," Jasper said softly, his lips pressing against Draco's ear as he spoke making him squirm in Jasper's lap. Edward looked uncomfortable, obviously hearing just what Jasper was thinking about…making up after an argument could be fun after all, even if it was only a play argument. Draco smiled happily as his boyfriend began to press kisses to the sensitive skin behind his ear. Narcissa cleared her throat and the couple pulled apart slightly. "How about we go upstairs and you…explain the rules to me again?"

"Oh brother…" Edward grumbled, shaking his head. Alice giggled loudly as Draco agreed and the couple disappeared upstairs to Draco's bedroom, where they spent the remainder of the day kissing and cuddling in private.

The group appeared outside of the 'Three Broomsticks' with several loud pops, Bella looking positively green and clutching Edwards arm for support but at least she didn't throw up every time now…it was every other time. Poor thing.

As they were already running late (so not Draco's fault despite what Jasper said - he had not taken that long in the shower!) the group didn't have time to look around Hogsmeade, something Alice was really disappointed about, and instead had to head straight up the walled path that would take them to Hogwarts. They walked quickly, the couples chatting together about random things and Alice fussing over little Teddy who was fussing himself about being carried when he wanted to walk!

But when the cleared the trees that thus far had been on either side of the path and saw the school for the first time all conversation ceased, even Lucius and Narcissa's. As one the group slowed to a halt, staring up at the stunning castle atop the mountain in wonder, their eyes wide. Finally an utterly gob smacked Bella asked the question that all of the tourists had been thinking,

"(B)That's(B) your school?"

"Yup," Draco smiled at her, "Amazing, isn't it?"

His only response was distracted nods, jaws dropping open to join the wide-eyed look. Even Alice looked stunned; obviously she'd never had a vision that showed her the outside of the school. Slowly Bella brought her camera up and started snapping away, capturing the castle on film. Draco was thankful he'd had the forethought to spell her camera to work in the magically warded places they had visited; she'd have been so disappointed if none of her pictures had come out.

"First time I saw it I couldn't believe my eyes," Draco admitted, stepping forwards and pulling Jasper with him, starting the group moving again.

"I didn't believe my eyes!" Harry laughed.

"So what do you think?" Draco asked his boyfriend softly.

"It's…" Jasper struggled to find the right word and ended up settling for one that was completely cringe-worthy, "Magical." Draco smiled at him, leaning his head comfortably on Jaspers shoulder as they walked in perfect sync with each other.

They soon reached the wards and Lucius used his wand (and the password Hermione had sent them) to open them enough to allow the vampires and Bella to enter. Once through they walked up the steps which took them up onto the rickety looking walkway which was the last bit of the journey to the castle. The wood beneath their feet creaked and swayed and Bella wasn't the only one that was thankful when they reached the courtyard and solid ground.

And there waiting for them were two people that Harry had missed a great deal over the past few months…

"Ron! Hermione!" he called out to them, rushing away from the group so that he could hug his best friends tightly.

"Harry!" they responded together with a half-laugh, half-cry. Teddy was squished in the middle but was quite happy, familiar as he was with his Aunty Minnie and his Uncle Won.

"It's so good to see you two!" Harry said loudly when they finally pulled apart, Teddy clinging to Hermione's hair so tightly that Harry allowed the witch to take him in her arms. "How are you?"

"We're fine Harry," Hermione answered, "And you? How's life in the America's treating you?"

"Oh I'm great," Harry said with a forced smile, "Everything's been great."

"Hmm," Hermione had definitely noticed his old fashioned tactic of covering up the truth, "Come on Harry, give me some credit. I've known you for nearly eight years. I can read you like a book. What happened?"

"Nothing," Harry muttered, turning to look at the group who had stopped together in the middle of the courtyard, "You know the Malfoy's obviously but how about some introductions for everyone else," Harry breezed over the topic, his smile still forced as an image of Jacob flashed before his eyes.

"Malfoy," Ron nodded to Draco, his voice a little cold but nothing like when he had greeted the other boy in the past. There was no real hatred there, just dislike. After all they didn't really know each other.

"Weasley," Draco responded in a similar tone.

"Hello Mr Malfoy, Mrs Malfoy," Hermione said warmly to the couple after giving Harry a look that said she would find out what he was hiding later.

"Miss Granger…I'm sorry, it's Mrs Weasley now isn't it?" Narcissa responded with a smile. Hermione giggled and nodded, handing Teddy back to his daddy and taking Ron's hand in her own. "Congratulations on your marriage."

"Thank you," the bushy haired witch responded, "So how are you Draco?"

"I'm much better, thank you," Draco replied.

"And is this your boyfriend?" Hermione asked, taking a step towards them, pulling Ron with her when he tried to hold her back.

"Yes, this is Jasper," Draco smiled at his boyfriend, "Jasper, this is the smartest witch you will ever meet, Hermione Weasley." Hermione blushed as she extended her free hand to the vampire.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Jasper," she said.

"It's my pleasure as well," Jasper responded politely, being careful not to squeeze her hand too tight as he shook it.

"I'd love to get together later and talk to you about your unusual diet," this was said with a smile to all the vampires, "I'm writing a book, you see, about magical creatures, and I would love to include a bit about your coven and it's way of life. Not many people know that there are vampires who don't feed on humans."

"We'd be glad to," Jasper answered softly, his siblings nodding too.

"Great!" Hermione beamed at him.

"Anyway, this are members of Jasper's family," Draco said softly, gesturing to each vampire as he introduced them, "Emmett and Rosalie, Alice and Edward. And Bella over there is Edward's girlfriend."

"Oh, the muggle," Ron said loudly.

"Ronald!" Hermione gasped, smacking him on the arm, "Don't be rude!"

"What? I wasn't being rude!" Ron protested.

"Yes, you were," Hermione growled at him, "Sorry about him," she said to Bella, "Sometimes he doesn't think things through before he says them. He didn't mean to insult you."

"He didn't," Bella said quickly.

"See," Ron grumbled, "No need to smack me."

"Don't make me smack you again," Hermione warned, a smile playing on her lips even as she tried to scowl at him. "You were rude and you know it."

"See what you left me too, Harry, bosses me around like nobody's business," Ron said impishly, darting away when Hermione went to smack him again.

"You love it," Harry protested loudly.

"Yeah, maybe," Ron laughed. "So, Quidditch anyone?"

"It's what we came for," Harry responded, "What are the teams like?"

"Not a clue, this is the first match Neville's been able to get us seats for," Ron admitted as he began to lead the way to the stands, Harry walking alongside him and everyone else following, "He says that it's been a good season though, lot's of excitement. And apparently the Gryffindor Seeker has taken a leaf out of your book."

"Oh? How so?" Harry asked.

"Can't go a match without getting injured!" Ron laughed loudly.

"I survived matches without injury!" Harry protested. Ron simply looked at him, clearly asking for him to name the times when he hadn't been hurt… "Ok so I can't think of any right now but I wasn't injured in every match!"

"You were!"

"I was not!"

"Why are we sat so high? We'll hardly be able to see what happens on the pitch," Emmett complained loudly as they took their seats in the visitors stand.

"Quidditch is played on brooms, Emmett, remember?" Draco asked with a laugh. Rosalie rolled her eyes in her husband's direction. How many times had the wizards mentioned the flying part of the game? "The only part of the game that happens on the pitch are the crashes."

"Crashes?" Bella asked, surprised and shocked, "But…but don't you stop them from falling? They could be seriously injured! Or worse! A fall from this high up could kill someone!"

"Bella, Quidditch is a dangerous game and everyone who plays it knows about the risks," Draco said softly, "The rules say that the only time interference can be made when a person falls from his or her broom is if they have fallen from such a height it would mean death or if they are falling towards something dangerous. Otherwise it's tough luck and learn to stay on your broom better."

"But…"

"Don't worry!" Ron laughed, "Madame Pomfrey is on hand to deal with injuries and no one's died in a Quidditch match in years. And then it was because of someone cursing the player in mid-air."

For some reason Bella didn't look very reassured.

"You might have to explain some things to me," Jasper said softly to Draco, taking Draco's hand and twining their fingers together in the wizards lap, "I can't remember half of the things you explained to me about the sport. Sorry."

"S'Ok," Draco smiled at him, "It does take a few tries to understand everything. And I don't mind explaining things to you."

(B)"Good morning ladies and gentleman and welcome to this years Quidditch Final!"(B) An ear splitting cheers followed the student commentators excited greeting over the magical microphone. (B)"This year the final match is between old rivals Slytherin and Gryffindor, also battling it out for the lead in the House Cup!"(B)

"Go Gryffindor!" Harry's yell joined the hundreds of others, whopping and clapping his hands as Teddy sat on his lap, his eager little eyes taking in everything. Draco turned in his seat to glare at the other wizard sat behind him for a moment before turning back and yelling very loudly and very clearly,

"Go Slytherin!"

(B)"And I'm very pleased to announce that we have a very special guest in the stands today. The one and only…Harry Potter! Yes, that's right. Harry Potter! No pressure teams but you are being watched by the best Seeker this school has ever had!"(B) the commentator announced loudly and for a brief moment there was silence in the stadium…and then the cheering came back even louder than before.

"They're exaggerating," Harry mumbled, flushing red with embarrassment.

"No they're not!" Ron protested loudly, "Best bloody Seeker ever!"

"Ronald, language!" Hermione scolded her husband for using what everyone knew was his favourite word in the English dictionary. "But he is right Harry, you were the best. It's even been noted in the new edition of Hogwarts; A History…along with a whole chapter about your achievements whilst studying at Hogwarts."

"Oh great," Harry muttered as the teams flew out onto the pitch, beginning their practise laps and waving to the crowds.

(B)"And here are the teams! The Slytherin team this year is a strong one, as you know, lots of muscle in those seven players. Team Captain, Kieron Zabini, one of the youngest team member at fifteen has certainly had them well all year. Let's see if it pays off today and they take the trophy for the first time in fourteen years."(B) the commentator was good, almost as good as Lee had been when he'd done it for their own matches.

"They do look like a good, strong team," Draco commented, twisting round to talk to Harry, "Those Beaters look deadly, look at the arms on them!"

"Zabini? Any relation to Blaise?" Harry asked instead of agreeing.

"His cousin," Draco explained.

(B)"A Lot of us were worried about the Gryffindor team at the start of the year, worried that their young ages would be a hindrance for them, after all only one player if older than thirteen. But they've proven us wrong again and again, coming from behind and snatching matches out of their opponent's grasps with their daring tactics and unusual plays. Let's see what Team Captain, Roger Fitzpatrick, has come up for this final match."(B)

"That is a young team," Harry murmured, sounding worried.

"Says the boy who started at eleven," Ron laughed.

"Eleven?" Bella gasped, staring at Harry seemingly horrified, "You were allowed to play such a dangerous game at eleven?"

"Possibly…" Harry answered.

"Youngest played in a century wasn't it?" Ron asked. Harry nodded. "You were bloo-jolly good too! Best thing that could have happened to the team."

"But…eleven…?" Bella mumbled, unable to process it.

"You haven't even seen the match yet," Harry chuckled softly, leaning down to mutter in Draco's ear, "She's gonna freak isn't she?"

"Oh yeah," Draco laughed loudly, watching as the players got into their starting positions, the Captain's dropping down to the ground for the handshake.

"How old were you when you started?" Jasper asked.

"Flying in general or just Quidditch?" Draco asked, looking away once the shake was over and the Captains rose to their positions.

"Both," Jasper said.

"I started flying when I was six and I started playing Quidditch when I was twelve. There's actually a rule against starting any earlier than twelve but of course, Harry was an exception," Draco chuckled before turning back to the match.

The cheers in the stadium died down as the Snitch was released from the box first, the tiny ball darting out of sight quickly. Even the vampires with their super-human sight lost it within seconds so difficult was it to spot the thing. The Bludgers were released next, the referee standing at a safe distance for a reason. Everyone flinched as the two violent balls took off and began rushing round the pitch, sometimes going close to the stands and forcing people to duck out of the way.

"What are those?" Rosalie screamed as someone nearly got hit in the stand opposite them, only ducking at the last second.

"Bludgers," Draco answered simply before going on to explain, "They're spelled to move around violently, as you can see. And the Beaters, the players with the bats, hit them at the opposing team whilst stopping their own team being hit. It's a traditional part of the game."

(B)"The Quaffle is released,"(B) the commentator called out as the referee threw up the red ball and blew the whistle loudly, (B)"And the game begins!"(B)

"Yes!" Harry cheered as the tiny Gryffindor Seeker held the snitch up triumphantly in her hand, laughing madly as her teammates swooped around her. And so they should be celebrating, the move that that little Seeker had just pulled off had been truly amazing and daring beyond belief!

As soon as she'd started to chase after the snitch the Slytherin team had abandoned their earlier tactics and everyone but the goalie had started on the poor girl. The chasers had boxed her in and tried to force her off course to allow their own Seeker to get ahead of her but she'd managed to escape them, twisting and flipping until they had crashed into each other when she ducked underneath them. But her move had put her straight in the path of both of the Bludgers, sent by the very accurate Slytherin Beaters. She'd just managed to avoid the one aimed at her side but the other one had struck it's target, her arm, with a sickening crack heard throughout the stadium.

A normal person would have called for a timeout but she could see the Slytherin Seeker gaining on the snitch, it had almost been in the boy's hand! So, like any true and brave Gryffindor she held onto her broom with her left hand and allowed right arm to hang limply at her side as she sped at death defying speeds towards the opposing Seeker. She'd smashed into his side, sending them both crashing into the ground where they'd lain for a few moments un-moving…but when she'd stood up the Snitch had been held tightly in her hand.

"That was a move worthy of you mate!" Ron laughed, clapping Harry on the back as they stood side by side. Everyone in the stands was on their feet now, even those who had been cheering the Slytherins. Everyone had seemed to move as one as the chase played out, staring nervously at the action happening below them.

"Will she be all right?" Jasper asked.

"Madame Pomfrey can heal broken arms in the blink of an eye, that's her, rushing over to the Seeker," Draco said, pointing to the medi-witch. "I thought the Slytherin's were really in for a chance this time," he sighed sadly. It was true, the Slytherin's had been leading the match, 200 to 70 when the snitch had been caught and taken the Gryffindors total up to 220.

"You were right you know," Jasper said softly to his boyfriend, slipping his arms around the blond's waist, "Quidditch is better than baseball."

"Yes!" Draco cried out with a laugh, "Well at least some good has come from this match!" He laughed loudly, kissing Jasper soundly on the lips in front of anyone who cared to look. It turned out that Jasper had remembered more than he'd thought and had only needed the odd thing explained to him in the hour and twenty-seven minutes the match had lasted.

"Hey look, there's Neville!" Harry suddenly gasped, pointing to one of the people congratulating the Seeker as she was put on the stretcher that seemed to be floating in mid-air. "Wow, being a Professor really suits him doesn't it?"

"Yeah," Hermione agreed, "And he says he's enjoying himself so that's good. Now what's the time?" she checked her watch, looking thoughtful, "Well it's a little while before lunch in the Great Hall, to which we have all been invited by the way, so how about a tour of the school?" this suggestion was made to the tourists.

"Sounds like a good idea," Harry agreed, smiling at the group, "I have a feeling that the celebrations here are going to go on for a while so let's escape now."

The group was led around the unbelievable castle by Harry, Ron, Hermione and Draco who explained various things to them, introduced them to the ghosts and the paintings, told them about all their old haunts and some of the things they had gotten to in their years at Hogwarts. Only once had there been a problem with the tour, when the group had reached the Potions Lab.

It hadn't changed at all since Snape had been the Potions Master and just the sight of the room had brought tears to Draco's eyes, tears for his poor Godfather. Not many had known the real Snape, not like he had. No one had seen past the act he put on, seen the man struggling to survive and do the right thing. Seen the man still hopelessly in love with his childhood sweetheart. Harry had seen the truth in the end and he too became much quieter as he told a few stories about the room and the things they had learnt there. Everyone, not just Jasper, could feel the sombre mood coming from the two of them whilst in those rooms.

"And here we are at the end of this part of the tour and lunch," Ron announced brightly, "Welcome to the great hall." With that he pushed against the large doors and they swung open allowing them to see the ginormous room in which hundreds of students were already eating at the four long tables.

"Oh wow," Bella breathed, "This is your cafeteria?"

"What's a cafeteria?" Ron asked in confusion.

"The place where you eat your lunch," Bella explained.

"Oh, yeah. We ate all out meals here," Ron explained before turning to his wife, "Hermione, did Neville say where we had to sit?"

"He said we could sit where ever we liked," Hermione answered.

"Cool," Ron said, sitting down at the bench of the Gryffindor table and beginning to load up his plate from the sumptuous buffet. "Come on then."

"I will not sit at the Gryffindor table," Draco shook his head with a small smile as everyone else made to join the red head, "I have my reputation as a Slytherin to uphold if nothing else."

"Oh stop being a pompous prick Malfoy and sit down," Ron snapped with his mouth full of…something. Everyone stared at him in shock before Draco laughed loudly and obeyed, sitting between Harry and Jasper. Teddy was sat on his daddy's lap and had his own little plate to eat from, loaded up with things that Harry knew would be safe for him to eat.

"Good to know you haven't lost your talent for insults Weasley," was all he said as he began to load up his own plate with some of his favourites that he hadn't from his days at the school. And Pumpkin Juice! He hadn't had Pumpkin Juice in what seemed like forever!

They chatted happily as they ate, being interrupted every so often as students came up to ask for Harry, Ron and Hermione's autographs. The trio were always happy to give them, chatting with each student and learning their names and what they liked best about the school. There was a brief moment when the tourists noticed the ceiling, identical to the weather outside and the floating candles, not lit yet as it was still daylight. When the Gryffindor Quidditch team entered to eat their lunches the cheering began again and the group joined in.

"Did you enjoy the match, Mr Potter?" the tallest of the group still wearing Quidditch robes asked as they all rushed over to him once they'd spotted him.

"I enjoyed it thoroughly, Mr…?" Harry asked.

"Fitzpatrick, Roger Fitzpatrick. Team Captain and Keeper," the boy said.

"Ah, the strategist," Harry chuckled, "You've got a good team there Roger. Especially that little Seeker of yours. I have to ask though, was her final move part of your strategy and game planning?"

"Er…no," Roget laughed, "But she has a tendency to do crazy stuff like that. She's earned herself the nickname 'No-Fear-Nycki' and…well some of the Professors have said that she reminds them of you when you first played."

"Ha! Told you!" Ron laughed triumphantly.

"Is she all right?" Bella asked softly from across the table, "Her arm…"

"Oh Madame Pomfrey's fixing it. We got kicked out for causing too much of a disturbance," one of the Beaters laughed loudly, "Actually it was mostly Nycki causing the disturbance, couldn't stop laughing."

"Once Nycki starts laughing she doesn't stop. Trust me, I know. I'm one of her roommates," the smallest of the three female chasers said completely seriously, "Two o'clock in the fricking morning…"

"Well tell her I said congratulations on pulling off such a move," Harry said to the group with a smile. They promised they would and then moved further down the long table to eat with their very happy friends.

"Harry!" a male voice called out from the door to the Great Hall and they all turned to see Neville entering, a big smile on his face, "Good to see you!" Harry jumped up as fast as he could after setting Teddy in Draco's lap and hugged the other young man.

"Good to see you too Professor Longbottom," Harry laughed.

"Fantastic match wasn't it?" Neville asked the group who nodded in agreement. "Look I've been thinking, dangerous I know, and Hermione said you'd probably be going back to Malfoy Manor to get ready for the party. Is that right?"

"Er..." Harry looked across at Lucius who nodded.

"We had planned to," the older man answered, "Why?"

"Well it's just that it seems a bit of a waste of a journey to me. And I've already offered for Ron and Hermione to change in my rooms and I just wanted to let you know that the offers open to you lot too," Neville explained generously.

"It would save us a trip," Narcissa said thoughtfully, "And the House Elves can send our things to Hogwarts easily enough, we just need to tell them what to send…"

"I'll tell them!" Alice said eagerly.

"Well then I guess that means we are taking you up on your kind offer, Mr Longbottom," Lucius said, nodding to the young Assistant Herbology teacher.

"Great," Neville grinned round at the group. "So who are you lot?"

"Professor Longbottom?" someone further into the hall called out, interrupting the answer. Neville smiled, grinning apologetically,

"Looks like I'll have to get acquainted later. Duty calls."

"I like him," Alice announced as the young man walked away, heading towards the young Ravenclaw who had called him over with a question about her Herbology homework that simply couldn't wait.

"Neville's a good guy," Harry said as he sat back down to finish his meal.

"He's good for your sister too," Alice told Ron calmly, making his splutter on his drink as he demanded loudly,

"How do you know he's dating my sister?"

"She's a Seer," Draco explained softly, "And that's a point, did you know who was going to win, Alice? 'Cause you didn't look as surprised as the rest of us."

"I knew the moment she decided to go after the snitch," Alice admitted.

"A vampire Seer?" Ron asked slowly.

"Harry did tell us that some of them had unusual gifts Ron," Hermione reminded him, "Now I'm curious, who else is gifted?" er eager gaze moved around the vampires, waiting for their responses.

"I can read minds," Edward finally admitted.

"Really?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah right," Ron snorted, disbelievingly, "If you can read minds what am I thinking right not?"

"You're thinking that you can't wait to help to get your wife into her dress for this evening because she can't wear a bra with it," Edward answered calmly. Ron made a choked sound and flushed bright red.

"Ron!" Hermione gasped, "Was that really what you were thinking?"

"It's been in the back of my mind all day," Ron admitted softly.

"You're impossible," she grumbled.

"Don't be upset Hermione. At least it was your breasts he was thinking about," Harry said, grinning at his best friends misfortune. Hermiones face was suddenly as red as Ron's as everyone looked at her breasts without meaning to.

"Lets change this subject quickly. Edward wasn't it? Can you only hear one persons thoughts at a time?" Hermione asked, turning her attention on the vampire.

"No. I can hear everyone. I've learnt to block them out unless I want to hear what they have to say, or think rather," Edward explained.

"Fascinating," Hermione breathed, "So a Seer and Psychic. Quite a family."

"And an Empath," Draco said softly, looking at Jasper.

"I can feel and manipulate people's emotions," Jasper explained softly.

"He's great with Teddy," Harry agreed.

"Interesting," Hermione hummed thoughtfully, "Any more?"

"Brute strength?" Emmett asked with a loud laugh, "Oh wait no, every vampire has brute strength. Damn, and I thought I was special."

"Does anyone have a pen and a piece of paper? I'll write down a list of what the House Elves need to send," Alice asked, interrupting the groups laughter at Emmett's playful comments.

"Here," Bella handed her a biro and a little notebook from her shoulder bag which she'd been wearing all day. Alice thanked her and began what turn out to be a very long list of items of clothing (going into great detail so the House Elves wouldn't send the wrong things), shoes and accessories.

"Everyone finished?" Hermione asked the group, seeing the humans nod…everyone except Ron of course who was still happily shoving food into his mouth. "Ron? Are you nearly finished?"

"Uh…yeah, sure," Ron said, putting the leg of chicken he'd just picked up back down on his plate, "We continuing the tour are we?"

"There's more?" Rosalie asked.

"Well we showed you the basics," Hermione explained, "But you haven't seen Gryffindor Tower yet, or the grounds."

"Or the Slytherin Lair," Draco suggested.

"Lair?" Harry snorted, "You lot called it your Lair?"

"Er…yeah, it was joke. You know…um…with Snape as our Head Of House and everyone calling him the 'Vampire Bat' and well…yeah…'Lair'," Draco mumbled, "Like the Hufflepuff Sett, that's a joke too."

"How?" Ron asked.

"A Badger lives in a Sett, Ron," Hermione said simply.

"Oh," Ron mumbled in understanding.

"We still don't get it," Emmett said, definitely sounding confused.

"Each house is represented by an animal. Gryffindor is a lion, Slytherin is a snake, Ravenclaw is an eagle which kinda doesn't make sense cos it should be a raven and then Hufflepuff is a badger," Harry explained.

"Oh, now I get it," Emmett voiced what all of them were thinking.

"What's Ravenclaws place called then?" Bella asked, finding herself curious.

"Er, Ravenclaw Tower," Harry answered, "Ravenclaw and Gryffindor were kind of boring when it came to place nicknames or whatever you call them."

"Do we get to see all four of them?" Bella asked.

"Uh, hold on, let me run and ask Nev for the passwords," Hermione said, jumping up quickly and running after the Professor who was now chatting to the Headmistress at the staff table.

"We're gonna see all four," Alice announced calmly even before Hermione had finished asking her question up at the staff table, handing the list to Lucius who called for a Hogwarts house elf to send it to the manor.

And they did see all of them.

They discovered that even though the Hufflepuff Sett was located down in the dungeons it was absolutely nothing like them. The common was filled with light and life. And instead of normal corridors to the dormitories there were circular tunnels. It took Draco a while to realise that the place reminded him of the Hobbit houses in the 'Lord Of The Rings' movies.

The Slytherin Lair was completely different, dark and claustrophobic. The fact that it was located under the lake and that you could see up into the water through the ceiling of the common room freaked the others out a little bit but Draco had just shrugged and mumbled about getting used to it. Narcissa got slightly tearful as she mumbled about the fact that the place had hardly changed at all since she and Lucius went to Hogwarts. So many memories…

On they went to the Ravenclaw tower and after surviving the spiral staircase they found that the common room was light and airy. It was also very much a Ravenclaw room; those who knew that Ravenclaws were brainy noticed this any way. Along with the sofas and comfortable chairs there were study desks and many bookcases over loaded with books.

And finally they saw the Gryffindor tower with its giant tapestries, its wide-open spaces and its warm atmosphere. They accidentally interrupted a celebration party and Harry was greeted with a wild cheer. In the end they stayed at the Gryffindors party for half an hour, swamped with autograph requests and well wishes from students and their families. And all of the students kept thanking Harry for making it an open invitation to the party for all students; it was safe to say they were all looking forward to it.

Finally done visiting all the places inside the amazing school (which had filled up Bella's memory card, she was now on the spare Alice had brought with her) and they went out to explore the grounds. They saw the lake from the top and tried to spot the giant squid. The walked the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Harry telling them spooky tales about what was inside the trees. Draco, with bad memories of the detention in his first year stayed as far away from the forest as he could without leaving the group. And finally they reached Hagrid's hut and met the half-giant.

Oh that had been a meeting. Hagrid had cried like a child and had hugged the three of them to death, lifting them up off their feet. His reaction to the Malfoy's was a mixed one; he still didn't like them, after all Lucius had sent him to Azkaban! But he understood and so he was trying to forgive and forget. His reaction to the vampires had been typical Hagrid, loud and overly cheerful. The vampires hadn't known quite what to make of him.

Finally the time came for them to go and get changed for the party and they made their way to Neville's rooms, following Ron and Hermione who had been there earlier that day to drop of their own party clothes. Neville was there when they arrived, dressed in smart dress robes and extra shiny dance shoes. Ever since the Yule Ball Neville had loved to dance.

"Hey guys," he greeted them with a smile, "Your things have arrived and I put the girls stuff with Hermione's in my room. Do you guys mind changing out here in the living room?" Neville asked, gesturing around the room they were all standing in. Their things were laid out in suit covers on the back of the plush sofa, a tag on each of them telling them whose was whose.

"We don't mind," Harry answered, "Do we Teddy? No we don't."

"Cool. Well I've got to go help the rest of the staff set up the Great Hall so I'll leave you guys to it. Don't forget your invites when you come down," Neville reminded them before he left.

So the girls disappeared off into Neville's messy bedroom to put on their outfits and the guys all changed in the living room, Draco as fast as possible so that the others only caught a glimpse of his tattoo. Harry didn't care, he was too busy keeping an eye on Teddy playing on the rug to notice the fact the all the others were trying to be discreet as they stared in shock at the scars covering his body.

"Your turn Teddy," Harry said once he was in his dress robes and began changing his little boy into a completely adorably mini-copy of his own dress robes.

"Here, let me help," Draco said, batting Jaspers hands out of the way as the vampire struggled with the bow tie of his dress robes, "You look so sexy in these. Makes me just want to rip them off of you and have a repeat of the shower."

"Draco…" Jasper groaned softly, his body immediately yearning for his mate.

"Sorry…" Draco apologised half-heartedly. He wasn't really sorry after all.

"Tonight," Jasper promised softly, leaning down and capturing Draco's lips in a gentle kiss, his teeth nipping at Draco's lips until the blond opened them and allowed the kiss to get more passionate.

"Boys," Lucius said in warning and reluctantly the couple broke apart, turning to face Draco's father also dressed in immaculate dress robes. The door to Neville's room cracked open and Alice poked her head out.

"We're gonna be a while," she said with a grin, "Bella's being stubborn. You might wanna get comfortable." And then, just as a cry of protest came from inside the room she was gone and the door slammed shut.

"Ok," Draco sighed, "Any ideas on how we can pass the time?"

"Exploding snap?" came Ron's suggestion.

"What on earth is exploding snap?"

"You'll see."

A/N And that is where I really have to leave it! How much did I write? Flipping heck, twenty-four pages! Up next - The Party. Woohoo!
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