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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 Six(U)

~ 45 Minutes Later ~

"Girls! If you don't hurry up we're going to be late!" Harry called out as he knocked loudly on the door to Neville's bedroom, a door that hadn't opened since Alice stuck her head out earlier. They'd listened to the noises coming from inside the room with worried frowns…the way Bella reacting…it sounded painful.

"Five minutes!" Alice called out from inside.

"You said that five minutes ago!" Harry protested.

"No I didn't!" Alice protested loudly, "Bella hold still! It was Rosalie that told you we'd be five minutes, five minutes ago not me but when I say five minutes this time I really do mean five minutes so just wait five minutes!"

"…ok," Harry mumbled, shaking his head as he returned to his seat on the sofa next to Draco (sat comfortably on Jasper's lap) and Teddy (sat comfortably on Draco's lap). "They'll be out in five minutes apparently."

"Well I'm not gonna hold my breath," Ron muttered and all the guys nodded in agreement, settling back into their various seats around the room. None of them expected to see the girls for a long while…but exactly five minutes after Alice had replied the door opened and Alice stepped out, a slightly smug smile on her face.

"Told you we'd be out in five minutes," she laughed, "So? What do you think? I bought this in 1956 so that I could wear it to this party!" Laughing loudly she did a little twirl for them, the skirt flaring out and showing off a little too much of her pale legs…not that she really cared.

"You bought it in…what?" Ron asked confused.

"I saw what I would wear when I meet my mate so when I saw it in a shop I bought it and I've seen that I'm going to met my mate tonight," Alice answered.

"Oh," Ron mumbled.

"You're going to meet you're mate?" Jasper asked.

"Yes!" Alice cried happily.

"I'm so happy for you Alice, you've been waiting a long time to meet your mate," Jasper said sincerely.

"So have you," Alice smiled at him, "So? Come on guys, what do you think of the dress?" Alice asked, a little impatiently.

"It's lovely, Alice," Edward said honestly.

'It' was a pale yellow dress with a tight fitted bodice and a flared knee length skirt. The dress had a sort of floaty look to it and it took the guys a moment to realise that this wasn't just because of Alice's constant movement, there was a thin layer of gauze covering the skirt, exactly the same pale yellow colour as the rest of the dress. Her hair was flicked out as usual, her make-up as retro as the dress, especially her bright red lips and around her throat was fastened her choker.

"It's very you Tink," Emmett laughed. Just then Rosalie stepped out and a stunned silence fell over the room as they all stared at her. "I…er…babe…er…wow…" was all Emmett could stammer as he stared at his wife.

"I'll take that as a compliment," Rosalie said calmly, shifting her weight almost awkwardly as they stared at her…even the three not so straight guys couldn't stop staring at her!

Whilst Alice looked cute Rosalie looked very, very sexy. She was wearing every woman's best friend - a little black dress. But it wasn't just any old LBD. No his LBD was something special. It had been skintight before Hermione had waved her wand and muttered a simple little spell, now the black silk clung to her curves like a second skin. The design itself was quite simple, a single strap leading down to a slanting neckline and the hemline matched the slant, starting halfway down her left thigh and going right the way down to the ground. Her hair hung loose in messy yet somehow controlled waves and her make-up was simple but sexy, smoky eyes and red lips. The only piece of jewellery she wore was her Cullen pendant.

"Emmett, please," both Edward and Jasper muttered as they heard and felt just how much Emmett liked the dress.

"What? Can't I think my wife is the sexiest woman in the world?" Emmett asked loudly, dragging his gaze from Rosalie to glare at his brothers.

"No," Ron said softly yet firmly, "Because mine is."

Hermione, who had just stepped into the room, blushed a deep red.

"See what I meant about the-" as ever Ron spoke before he thought, earning him a slap round the back of the head from Harry as Hermione shrieked,

"Ronald Bilius Weasley!"

"What? Your breasts look amazing in that dress!" Ron protested. Every other male in the room groaned as he said completely the wrong thing, digging himself further into the hole he had created by opening his mouth. Hermione began to tremble with rage, her face turning a deeper, angrier shade of red as she pointed her finger at him, struggling to find the right words for what she wanted to say,

"You-"

"Hermione!" Harry interrupted, jumping to his feet to draw her attention even more, "Ignoring what your prat of a husband just said I think you look absolutely stunning tonight, all of you."

"Really?" Hermione asked, her anger disappearing, nerves taking its place.

"Yes," Harry smiled, nodding, "I wouldn't lie to you about it, not even to save that idiot." He jerked his thumb over his shoulder to indicate just who he meant and at that particular moment in time the 'idiot' was having the error of his ways explained to him by everyone else in the room. "That dress really suits you. And your hair looks fantastic!" Harry finished with his most charming smile.

"Thank you Harry," Hermione mumbled softly, "Alice did it," she admitted as she reached up with her hand to play with a lock of her perfectly straight hair. "The normal way too, not with magic. I've tried but…I can never get it quite right."

"Well you should practice at it more, it suits you," Harry said truthfully.

"And the dress isn't too much?" Hermione asked nervously.

"No, it's certainly not too much 'Mione," Harry said reassuringly.

The dress she wore was pale green and made out of many layers of a light floaty material. It was floor length and had no straps and as such was very tight and controlled around her bust, under which there was a large bow of a darker green, the ends of the bow falling down the front of the dress to her shins. Unlike Alice and Rosalie she wore no jewellery except for her wedding ring and the jewelled clips holding the front of her hair back from her face.

"Hermione?" Ron asked quietly, moving to stand in front her when Harry moved out of the way. She glared at him. "Sorry." He was sincere if a little…basic in his apology to her.

"It's all right," Hermione sighed, "But one more reference to my breasts this evening and you are sleeping on the sofa for the rest of the month."

"Got it."

"Good."

"Come on out dear," Narcissa's voice came from the bedroom and a simple process of elimination told everyone she was talking to Bella. "You look fine. I'd compliment you if I thought you'd believe me. Now, head up, shoulders back, tum and bum in and out we go."

"Whoa!" the soft gasp went around the group as the two remaining women stepped into the living room.

"I think, gentlemen, that I can now lay claim to having the sexiest woman in the world," Lucius said smoothly as he rose from the chair he'd been sat in and walked up to his wife, "You know I love you in red…" he said softly to her. She giggled behind her hand.

"Why do you think I bought this one, love?" she asked softly.

"Ew, they're flirting again," Draco protested loudly, pretending to be upset. Lucius smirked over his shoulder at his son, inwardly revelling at the change in him, his wife and his son before he leaned in and captured his wife's lips in a kiss.

"At least you know you're parents still love each other," Harry smiled at him.

"I already knew they loved each other, I didn't need to see it!" Draco laughed as his parents continued to kiss like a pair of teachers. "Enough already!"

"Sorry darling," Narcissa apologised as the couple broke apart. "So you approve of my dress choice for this evening?"

"Very much," Lucius agreed and he wasn't the only one to look at the dress once more as she stood beside her husband. The red dress was made of fine red silk and while it was tight it wasn't too tight, after all she was nearly forty-seven, she no longer had the figure to pull off a skintight dress! She'd gone with a halter-neck design and as such the back of the dress only started at her waist leaving her pale skin on display. The skirt was long, a little longer than was really necessary for it to be and as such when she moved she had lift it up but when she stood still it settled around her feet unevenly but stylishly. "You look wonderful dear."

"Thank you my love," she smiled at him, "You look wonderful yourself. You always did suit dress robes." Her hands trailed down his black waistcoat, her finger tips following the silver snakes embroidered around the buttons and pockets. "In fact you all look wonderful in your dress robes." She smiled around at the men who were all wearing the same fine dress robes as her husband except each waistcoat had something different embroidered on it - Harry's (and Teddy's) had white lilies, Draco and Jaspers had vines of green ivy, Edward's had red roses and Emmett's had only one thing embroidered on it, 'E & R' in old fashioned script on the pocket.

"Well I feel stupid and in danger," Bella grumbled.

"You don't look stupid," Alice said quickly.

"And why do you feel like your in danger?" Draco asked his best friend. In answer she pointed down to her feet or more specifically to the very high black stiletto's on her feet. "Oh…My…God! Who put you in heels?"

"Alice," Bella growled.

"Alice…you do remember that Bella trips over thin air on a regular basis?" Draco asked the small vampire as Bella nodded in agreement. She'd tried pointing this out as Alice had forced her feet into the fancy shoes but…

"She'll be fine," Alice said confidently, "And anyway it wouldn't have looked right for the rest of us to be in heels and for her to be in flats."

"You let me wear flats to the prom," Bella pointed out.

"Bella, your leg was in a cast. If you'd had two good legs you'd have been in heels," Alice answered simply, "Like you are now. Like you will still be wearing in five minutes and for the rest of the evening."

"Fine," Bella grumbled, "I still feel stupid though."

"Don't. You look lovely," Edward said, moving over to take her warm hand in his cold one. Her dress was similar to the one she'd worn to the Prom, the simple neckline, the knee length skirt and the rich blue colour. But unlike her Prom dress this one had black stars floating across the fabric. Her hair had been curled even more than it had been for the prom, creating perfect ringlets which had been pinned up into a messy bun on the back of her head, the odd ringlet escaping and hanging loose, especially around her face. It had been Hermione's idea, based loosely on how she'd worn her hair for the Yule Ball all those years ago.

"And Narcissa was right, you guys don't look too bad yourselves," Alice said, smiling around at the guys, nodding with approval at the smart clothes they wore, "But the handsomest by far has to be…Teddy!"

The little boy squealed with delight when she picked him up and started to dance around the room with him, singing a song none of them recognised in the slightest. And the dance was half a waltz; half…well the vampires who had lived through the period were reminded of the Jitterbug popular in the forties. A very odd combination but Teddy seemed to be enjoying himself, laughing loudly, his hair and eyes changing to match hers.

"She's insane," Draco muttered as everyone smiled at her antics, Jasper pulling Draco into his arms and kissing the top of his blond head. Once again he'd let his hair hang loose, the chin length blond strands falling messily about his face.

"She's Alice," he murmured.

"All right everyone, we should head down now," Lucius said, offering his arm to his wife. Narcissa happily slipped her arm through his and the couple left the room, everyone else following. After about five steps Alice, still carrying Teddy, began to sing 'We're Off To See The Wizard'.

Draco lost count of home many times Bella stumbled on their way down to the Great Hall. Luckily each time Edward was there to catch her before she could hurt herself, especially when she stumbled halfway down the staircase when it was moving…that would have ended very badly.

"I thought you said she was going to be ok," Draco muttered to Alice as they walked along the candlelit corridor. Teddy reached out for Draco and with a sigh he took the little boy from her as she answered with a laugh,

"She'll be fine."

"Uh-huh," Draco muttered.

"Yeah," Alice giggled, "Edwards gonna have a busy night though, lot's of catching and steadying."

Finally they reached the doors to the Great Hall and saw the long line of finely dressed witches and wizards disappearing around the corner, all chatting happily as they waited in line with their invitations in their hands. When they saw the group who had just come round the other corner the conversations stopped.

"Potter!" a familiar voice called out and then Professor McGonagall rushed out from the Great Hall and up to the group. She was dressed very smartly in the female version of dress robes, every it the Headmistress of Hogwarts.

"Hello Professor McGonagall," Harry smiled at her.

"Mr Potter, you are no longer a student here nor am I your teacher so you may call me Minerva," the older woman said with a small smile and everyone in the group, not just those who knew her, got the feeling that Harry was being extended a great honour in having the permission to use her first name.

"I will if you stop calling me Potter, I have a first name too you know," Harry said with a laugh. Professor McGonagall laughed and nodded to the young man before turning her attention to the rest of the group.

"Lucius. Narcissa," she nodded to the other two adults.

"Minerva," Lucius nodded back.

"You're looking well, Minerva," Narcissa smiled at the other woman.

"As are you Narcissa," she smiled at the blond woman and then turned to her son, "Mr Malfoy. It is good to see you again."

"Is it?" Draco asked, genuinely surprised, "Last time we met, Professor, we weren't the best of friends." Jasper slid an arm around his mates waist.

"Times change, Mr Malfoy, and so yes, it is good to see you again," Professor McGonagall said sincerely before her gaze moved lower to smile at Teddy, "And is that your little boy that Mr Malfoy is holding, Harry?"

"It is Minerva," Harry responded, "Teddy, say hi."

"Hi," Teddy echoed obediently.

"Oh he is so like Remus," Professor McGonagall gasped, tears welling up in her eyes. Teddy frowned and looked up at Draco, his hair changing from Alice's dark mop to a copy of Draco's own platinum blond. "And Nymphadora too."

"She'd have killed you if you called her that," Harry chuckled.

"I never understood why she didn't like it, it's a lovely name," Professor McGonagall said genuinely confused. "But never mind that now. Good evening Hermione, Ronald."

"Minerva," Hermione smiled at the Professor who had always been her favourite teacher. Ron nodded in response, grumbling softly about not being to fond of his full name either.

"And these must be your guests Harry," now she smiled at the rest of the group, "Hello, I am Professor McGonagall and I am the Headmistress of Hogwarts. It is a pleasure to meet all of you." The vampires nodded to her in response. "Now don't let me keep you, head on in and enjoy the party. Oh and Harry, don't forget you've got to give the opening speech once all the guests have arrived."

"Oh yeah, the speech," Harry mumbled, sounding…thrilled.

Professor McGonagall chuckled as the group headed into the hall, the people at the front of the queue moving out of the way for them. Just inside the door a group of students, dressed in party clothes rather than dress robes, were collecting coats and seemed a little put out to see that they had none to collect from Harry Potter. On the other side stood the Head Boy and Girl, their badges pinned onto their party clothes and they were checking invitations.

"Do you really need to check mine?" Harry asked with a laugh.

"No Mr Potter," the Head Boy replied with a smile, "It's your party. We do need to check your guests though I'm afraid."

"That's quite all right," Lucius said, holding out his and Narcissa's invitation for the boy to check, "You are just doing your job." The boy nodded to show everything was in order, seemingly unable to speak when confronted with the Malfoys. The Head Girl quickly checked all the others and smiled at the group,

"Everything's in order," she said cheerfully, "Have a nice evening."

"Wow!" everyone gasped as they took in the sight that was the Great Hall.

"I'm pretty sure this wasn't here earlier," Emmett said as they looked around at the sights before them.

"It wasn't," Hermione responded, "They had it all set up down in the kitchens and just put it up here when the time was right."

"Oh," Emmett mumbled.

"Who are all the photo's of?" Bella asked as she wandered over to the wall to her right, looking at the photo's floating around an inch off the wall.

"There is a photo of everyone who lost their life in the war, both wars," Harry answered, "My parents are up here somewhere, Teddy's parents will be somewhere too. And lots of people we knew." He shared a sad smile with Ron and Hermione.

"So many people…" Bella gasped, horrified.

"The worst part of a war," Harry said softly, "The human cost."

The group had stayed beside the wall, looking at the photo's floating in front of them. Every now and then one of the group would recognise one and they would tell the others about that persons life, usually funny little things they could remember about them. Like when the photo of Colin Creevy had floated in front of them. Harry had grabbed the corner gently, keeping it in front of them.

"Colin," he said softly, looking at the boy smiling out from the photograph. He had his camera in hand and as they watched the boy in the picture raised it to his eye and the flash went off. "That blasted camera," he chuckled shaking his head.

"Do you remember when we first met him?" Ron laughed, "He was so annoying, following us around with that camera of his, always taking pictures." But he didn't sound annoyed as he remembered it.

"He founded the Harry Potter fan club," Harry laughed.

"There's a fan club?" Bella asked in surprise.

"Oh yes, a big fan club started by this little boy here," Harry chuckled, "He was a good kid, despite being ever so slightly annoying. Good kid…" he trailed off, smiling sadly at the photograph for a few moments more before letting it go.

"Harry, I think it's time for your speech," Hermione said, nudging Harry in the ribs and nodding to where Professor McGonagall was stood on the stage, looking anxiously around the large crowd of people now congregating on the dance floor. Harry groaned loudly, looking very much like he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him, anything to get out of giving his speech.

"You do have one prepared don't you?" Draco asked softly.

"Ish," Harry answered, raising his hand and waving at the Headmistress ho smiled at him and beckoned him over. Grimacing he weaved through the crowd and climbed up onto the stage.

"Look Teddy, Daddy's going to make a fool of himself," Draco chuckled softly, bouncing the little boy in his arms. Hermione whacked him on the arm. "What? Oh come on, Hermione, you were thinking it too! Harry and public appearances have never gone hand in hand."

"He is kind of right, Hermione," Ron sniggered.

"Wow, never thought I'd see the day you'd agree with me Weasley," Draco smirked at the red headed young man, chuckling loudly.

"Neither did I," Ron said with a loud laugh of his own, "Maybe…I really cannot believe I am saying this but maybe we should try…well try being friends. I mean the wars over and…well Harry's forgiven you and yeah…"

"Wow. Was that difficult?" Draco asked.

"You have no idea," Ron said sincerely making Draco laugh loudly, "So?"

"Oh, all right," Draco agreed dramatically, holding out his hand and the two of them shook, squeezing a little too hard for old times sake. "Friends. Now…time to watch Harry stumble through his speech…"

"Oh shush the pair of you, he's starting," she glared at them and then they all joined everyone else in watching Harry on the stage. The dark haired wizard was fidgeting nervously as he stood before the magical microphone, brushing his hair back, fidgeting with his cuffs and shuffling his feet. He did not want to be up there.

"Right, well," he mumbled, clearing his throat, "Hello everyone."

"Hello," most of the crowd responded and Harry jumped.

"Ok, wasn't expecting that," he mumbled, making a few people chuckle, "I…um…well I have to admit I'm not too good at this speech…giving…thing…er…"

"No kidding!" George Weasley called out, getting a laugh from the crowd and a punch on the arm from his wife. Harry blushed red but couldn't help laughing himself. Trust George Weasley to make a scene…

"Right…so obviously I am not going to stand up here and waffle on for three hours about something or other," Harry chuckled softly, "That would be bad…for you and for me. All I really want to say…well I have three things to say…the…er…three reasons I've thrown this party…again. Sorry," he closed his eyes, took a deep breath and tried again. "I have thrown this party for three reasons. The first is to remember those who lost their lives, no matter what side they were on. The second is to remember you lot and others like you, the ones who survived. And the third, the most important reason I think…is to have some fun!"

The crowd cheered and laughed as he turned to the side and beckoned for the first of the two bands to climb up onto the stage.

"And so on that note I will hand you over to the first entertainment of the evening - The Black Cats!"

The Black Cats were an all girl group and their music had an ethereal feeling to it, sending chills down many a spine as they began playing…but it also had a sort of…rocky feel to it and that combination shouldn't have worked but it did. Harry all but ran from the stage as the crowd clapped and cheered, rushing back to the group.

"See, that wasn't too bad was it, Harry?" Hermione asked in greeting. Harry gave her a look that clearly told her it was.

"You did good Harry," Ron told him but he too received the look.

"Look at it this way, Harry, at least it's over," Draco grinned at him a little evilly, "Well…until you give the farewell speech anyway."

"I hate you."

"Ignore the git Harry," Ron said, shooting a smile towards Draco who grinned back. "Let's go grab some food," he said eagerly, nodding eagerly towards the nearest of the two long buffet tables that stood on either side of the hall, filled with the most delicious food any of them could ever imagine. "Wonder if they'll have those deserts we used to have, you know the ones I mean with the jam and the cream and the…or maybe they'll have those cakes with the…"

"Typical Ronald, always thinking with his stomach," Hermione muttered, shaking her head sadly as the group followed the two best friends over to the buffet table, "It's a wonder he's as thin as he is, the amount he eats."

"I'll take Teddy," Alice said eagerly, plucking the little boy from Draco's arms, "That way you and Jasper can flirt over the food easier."

"Alice," Draco glared at her but Jasper just laughed, tightening his arm around Draco's waist as he picked up one of the paper plates for his mate. "You know the reporters are taking pictures of us, right?"

"Yes," Jasper shrugged, "Alice already warned me."

"About what?" Draco asked, pausing as he reached out to pick up a sandwich.

"About tomorrow's headlines," Jasper answered.

"What about them?" Draco asked.

"Wait and see."

"Hello Narcissa."

The soft voice silenced their conversation at once, all of them turning with the female Malfoy to face the speaker. Harry smiled softly as he recognised the woman but wisely said nothing for now, his own reunion could wait for he had a feeling that this one would be much more important. Teddy's little face lit up as he recognised the woman…

"H-Hello Andromeda."

Draco's eyes widened for two reasons; this was the first time in his life that he had met his other Aunt and she had the misfortune of looking like his other evil lunatic Aunt, Bellatrix. Memories flashed uncalled before his eyes, memories of torture sessions, memories of battles, of murders, all containing Bellatrix Lestrange and her sadistic cackle. He shuddered and turned in Jaspers arms, pressing his face into the vampire's neck, needing the comfort of his loves strong arms around him.

"I hoped you would be here," Andromeda said softly, stepping towards Narcissa who seemed frozen to the spot, clutching her husband's hand tightly in her own. "We have much to talk about…sister."

"Sister?" Emmett voiced the non-Wizarding groups confusion. The two women couldn't be more dissimilar if they tried! Narcissa had long blond hair whereas Andromeda had short dark curls. Narcissa had the tall, willowy figure of a model whilst Andromeda was petite. "But…"

It was when the two women looked at them that they all saw the only similarity between them. Their eyes. Their eyes were completely identical in both shape and colour and the pained expression lingering in them.

"I was so sorry to hear about your daughter," Narcissa said softly when the two women looked back towards each other. Andromedas lip trembled and tears welled up in her eyes as she thought of her only child, gone far too soon. "I wish I'd met her. And…and I'm sorry about your husband. From what I remember, after meeting him only briefly all those years ago he was a very good man."

"He was," Andromeda sighed, tears spilling down her cheeks, "He always thought highly of you for what you said that day, Narcissa, even though in later years you were forced to become something you were not."

"I…" Narcissa mumbled, uncertain. "I am sorry…"

"It was not your fault," Andromeda shook her head.

"What did you say, my love?" Lucius asked softly, putting an arm around his wife's waist to steady her as she shook. Her tearful eyes turned to him as she spoke of the event that had happened so long ago,

"When Bellatrix found out about Andromeda sneaking out to go on dates with a muggle she was furious. I…I tried to talk her out of going to our parents with the news but…she would not listen to me. I was only fifteen and the baby of the family. She…she laughed at me and asked me if I too would betray our families proud heritage by…by dallying with a muggle. Even back then I was scared of her so…so I hid in my room whilst she reported her news and…and you were thrown out of the house and…and our family."

"You tried," Andromeda said softly.

"But it didn't help," Narcissa pointed out.

"You still tried," Andromeda said firmly.

"I'm still sorry," Narcissa apologised again, "For that and for following…him."

"The first thing, no need to be sorry about that any more. I didn't blame you then and I don't blame you now. Mother…Father…Bellatrix…yeah, I'd have stayed out of it too if I could," Andromeda said honestly, "And as for following him, well did you ever really follow him? Or were you pushed?"

"…"

"And that silence translates as pushed," Andromeda said with a smile, "Not that I am implying you did any of the pushing, Lucius."

"Oh but I did," Lucius said, his voice firm, "For me, the Malfoy Heir, it was join or die. I joined and when I married there was no choice but for my wife to join."

"To be honest I don't know why I let this conversation get so depressing. I don't want depressing. I don't want to want to talk about the war any more, about the different sides and the battles and all that meaningless death. I would much rather talk about my daughter, about your son, about the good things. So what say you to catching up, Cissa?" Andromeda asked in a firmer voice than Lucius.

"I…I think that sounds like an excellent idea…Andi," Narcissa said softly, using the long forgotten nickname for her baby sister. "Oh…oh Andi!"

The two women moved as one, their arms flying around each other as they sobbed into each other's shoulders, tears of pain and tears of happiness. Lucius silently gestured for the others to continue on, shooing them away as he stood close to his wife for when she would need his comfort.

"Can you guys hold the fort for me for a few minutes?" Harry asked the group, Ron and Hermione especially. He received confused frowns in response. "I'm just gonna take Teddy up to the childcare centre, he's starting to a get a bit restless with all these strange people around and the noise."

"Oh of course Harry," Hermione smiled.

Teddy waved goodbye to them all as Harry walked through the crowd and out the doors, ignoring the reporters demanded to know where he was going. He only stopped when he reached the door where Minerva stood, sipping a glass of wine and talking with Professors Flitwick and Sprout.

"Going somewhere, Harry?" she asked.

"Just taking Teddy up to the childcare centre," Harry explained with a smile for the three teachers who had taught him so much in his years at the school. They turned their own smiles on the little boy, each nodding in understanding. As Harry continued to leave the hall he heard Professor Sprout mutter tearfully,

"So like dear Remus."

Harry walked the familiar route up the Hospital Wing where the childcare centre had been set up as per his suggestion and as he turned into the final corridor he heard the roar of childish laughter and the brighter and gentler music more suitable for young listeners. He stepped into the room he had spent a lot of time in as a child, usually through no fault of his own (or a Quidditch match) and found himself faced with a sight of utter mayhem and happiness.

"Mr Potter!" Madame Pomfrey's voice called out and he smiled at the school nurse hurrying over to him, carrying a baby girl dressed in a pretty pink dress and sucking on the arm of her rag doll. "It's nice to see you un-injured for once."

"It's nice to be here and be uninjured," Harry chuckled, gesturing around at the transformed Hospital Wing. The beds were gone and the walls had been covered in brightly colour drapes. The floor was covered in a multi-coloured carpet, spelled to be a soft landing should anyone take a tumble. Games and toys, both muggle and magical, were all over the floor. There was a section for arts and crafts set up in one corner and a little buffet of children's favourites in another. "This looks wonderful."

"It was an excellent idea, many parents have complimented on it when they dropped their children off," she said with a smile.

"You're not on your own are you?" Harry asked, slightly worried.

"Heavens no. The House Elves keep popping in and out and a few of the older students are taking turns spending an hour here to help me," she explained with a smile, "Now did you come to chat or to drop of your own little one."

"A bit of both really," Harry admitted, "Would you like to stay and play for a bit Teddy whilst daddy goes back down and does boring grown up things?"

"Stay and play," Teddy said, wriggling until Harry put him on the ground.

Harry watched, filled with a slight apprehension as his son toddled over to a group of children playing with a muggle train set made out of wood. This was the first time Teddy had really been around anyone his own age and Harry was worried about how he was going to react…

But he needn't have worried. Teddy smiled at a girl of maybe three, introducing himself sweetly and offering to help her push her train around the rough track as she was finding it difficult and was at once allowed to join the game.

Harry lingered for a few minutes, watching his little boy playing before he finally walked into the room and bent down, kissing to top of his head gently.

"See you later Teddy," he said softly.

"Bye daddy!" Teddy smiled up at him very briefly before returning his attention to the very interesting game.

"Well it's clear I'm not wanted," Harry chuckled, walking back to the door.

"I'll keep an eye on him Harry, he'll be fine," Madame Pomfrey said.

"Thank you," Harry smiled at her. And then with one last glance at his son he headed back down the party going on in the Great Hall.

"This is it!" Alice announced when the 'Black Cats' announced that this would be their final song, "Time to dance!" She pulled Jasper and Draco along as she skipped onto the dance floor, somehow in time with the slow half-sung/half-spoken introduction of the song;

(I)" I put a spell on you,

And now you're mine.

You can't stop the things I do,

I ain't lyin'.

It's been three hundred years,

Right down to the day.

Now the witch is back,

And there's hell to pay!

I put a spell on you

And now you're mine!"(I)

"I love this song!" Draco suddenly laughed as the singer screeched loudly, the music speeding up and becoming something much easier to dance too.

"I recognise this," Jasper said with a frown.

"It was in 'Hocus Pocus'," Alice told him, "I made you go and see it with me when it came out. And this cover will be amazing!"

(I)" Hello, Hogwarts!

My name's Winifred!

What's yours?

I put a spell on you,

And now you're gone.

(Gone, gone, gone, so long!)

My whammy fell on you,

And it was strong.

(So strong, so strong, so strong!)

Your wretched little lives,

Have all been cursed.

'Cause of all the witches working,

I'm the worst.

I put a spell on you,

And now you're mine!"(I)

Draco laughed, genuinely enjoying himself as he danced with Jasper and the others. Bella looked incredibly awkward, barely moving and clutching onto an also barely moving Edward. But Jasper was responding to Draco's enthusiastic dancing and the couple moved closely together, gyrating to the music in a sensual dance.

(I)" (Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out!)

If you don't believe,

You better get superstitious.

Ask my sisters,

"Ooh, she's vicious!"

I put a spell on you...

I put a spell on you...

Sisters!

Ah-say-into-pie!

Oppa-maybe-uppen-die!

Ah-say-into-pie!

Oppa-maybe-uppen-die!

In-kama-koray-ah-ma!

In-kama-koray-ah-ma!

Hey, hey, high, high,

Say bye-bye!

Bye bye!"(I)

"I told you it was a good cover!" Alice laughed as the large crowd of dancers, the largest crowd of the evening so far stopped and applauded the band. The four girls took a boy, waving to their fans and left the stage.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" Professor Flitwicks high voice called out as he jumped up onto the stage, "In five minutes time the school choir will be performing for your entertainment so please, don't go anywhere."

"Will they be good?" Draco asked Alice, remembering some of the…interesting things the choir had performed when he was at school.

"We won't notice them," Alice said calmly.

"Why not?" Jasper asked.

"Because of him," she said, pointing into the crowd. Specifically she was pointing a tall, dark skinned young man talking with the Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch Team…

"Blaise!" Draco cried out with a laugh.

"Draco?" the young man turned towards the familiar voice, laughing loudly before bounding over and grabbing Draco's hand in a tight handshake. "I wondered where you were, haven't seen you all evening. Not been avoiding me have you?"

"Now why would I do that, Blaise?" Draco laughed.

"Because you know you can only resist my natural charm and stunning good looks for so long," Blaise announced. Jasper growled as Draco laughed at his friends all too familiar flirting. "Ooh, who's this?"

"This is my boyfriend," Draco said.

"Boyfriend? Draco Malfoy has committed to a relationship?" Blaise asked in melodramatic shock, "Alert the Ministry, the worlds coming to an end!"

"Shut up!" Draco snapped with a laugh, punching Blaise on the arm, "Jasper, this is my best friend from school, Blaise Zabini."

"You are one lucky man, I've been trying to get back in his pants for years, once was definitely not enough," Blaise said completely seriously. Draco glared at him; trust Blaise to just calmly announce they'd slept together in such a public place…. Jasper growled so loudly people around them turned their heads to stare at them worriedly. "Whoa, don't worry mate. I'm only joking."

"Jasper, don't worry. He's always like this. Nothing but a big flirt, and a harmless flirt at that," Draco said quickly, placing his hand on Jaspers chest. "He knows he's not my type. It was just the once when we were both…experimenting," this was said softly, meant for Jasper only. Then he spoke louder, mainly so that Blaise would hear, "I'm very picky now, you see, only the best is good enough."

"Oi! Are you saying I'm not the best?" Blaise demanded.

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying," Draco laughed.

"Oh no! What shall I do! Draco Malfoy doesn't think I am the sexiest thing alive any more! Oh woe is me!" Blaise cried, wiping away mock tears. "Ah well," he said brightly, standing up straight, "Onto the next target. Why hello there, care to join me for a drink, you sexy lady, you?"

This was asked of Rosalie.

Bad move.

"Don't speak to my wife like that you little-" Emmett growled, getting right in Blaise's face. The ex-Slytherin had the sense to look terrified.

"Emmett don't," Draco said quickly, "He doesn't mean it. He was just joking."

"I'm not laughing," Emmett growled.

"Neither am I," Rosalie snapped.

"Wow, tough crowd," Blaise muttered. "Anyone here not taken?"

"I'm soon to be not taken so no, sorry," Alice announced.

"Soon to be not taken?" Blaise asked loudly, his voice filled with confusion, "What sort of an answer is that?"

"Uh-huh," Alice nodded happily, "I'm a Seer and I know that I'm going to meet my mate tonight, in about half an house and I'm sorry but it's not you."

"Aw, damn," Blaise said sarcastically, putting on a bad American accent and clicking his fingers dramatically, "What's happened to my skills of seduction?" The only answer he got was Draco's loud laughter.

Just as Alice had said before none of them had noticed the school choir lumbering onto the stage and, quite reluctantly singing the school song followed by their odd rendition of 'Magic Moments' and then of all things 'Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo'.

"Oh hey, Draco, you'll never guess who I saw just a minute ago," Blaise said suddenly, turning his back on them, his eyes scanning the crowd around them.

"Who?" Draco asked, thankful that his friend had had the sense to change the subject. Blaise would have ended up dead if he'd continued trying to flirt…

"Pansy!"

"Pansy?" Draco asked, "Where?"

"She was over there but…oh there she is! By the wall over there. Pansy! Oi! Pansy Parkinson! Get over her you little flirt!" Blaise called out loudly, somehow being heard above the applause the crowd was giving the choir.

"Not the best way to get a girls attention," Draco muttered with a grin.

"It worked," Blaise shrugged and sure enough it had, Pansy was making her way over to them. Draco had to physically stop himself gasping as he stared at the young woman in shock. She looked…well…awful. Her skin was sickly pale making the dark rings under her eyes stand out even more and her hair was growing out of its trademark bob and hung limp around her face. And she'd lost weight, so much weight…her curves were gone, making her black dress hand wrong. But then, well he'd lost weight too hadn't he?

"Oh Pans…" he breathed softly when she reached them, barely heard over the introduction of the 'Weird Sisters' first song.

"Hello Draco," the young woman said softly. "H-How are you?"

"I'm good," Draco answered, "What about you?"

"I'm…surviving," Pansy answered softly. "S-So I read in the paper that you've brought your boyfriend with you. Which one of these…of these handsome young men is he then?" she asked, forcing a smile on her once pretty face and almost breaking Draco's heart in two. He reached out and took Jasper's hand.

"This is Jasper," he answered, "My boyfriend."

"I knew you'd end up with a blond," she chuckled softly and smiled a tiny real smile, "So what have you been up to? I haven't…I haven't seen you in the papers in a while and…my owl couldn't get hold of you…"

"We moved to…well we moved away," Draco explained, stopping himself from revealing the location when he saw the reporters hovering close by. "I've been…I've been attending a muggle school actually. That's where I met Jasper."

"You? Muggle?" Blaise laughed loudly, "I don't believe it."

"Nor do I," Pansy admitted with another little smile, "Muggle?"

"Yes, Muggle," Draco insisted with a good natured laugh, "What? You think I can't pretend to be a Muggle?"

"No."

"Well thanks a bunch for that vote of confidence," Draco half-muttered.

"Hang on, if you've gone muggle…what in Merlin's name are you doing bringing muggles to Hogwarts?" Pansy asked, her eyes darting around the beautiful group gathered behind her ex-boyfriend.

"Just because I met them in a muggle school doesn't mean they are muggles. In fact only Bella is a muggle but she is a extremely understanding muggle," Draco said softly, squeezing Jaspers hand, "Jasper and his family are vampires."

"What?"

"No, no, they're good," Draco cried as his two friends backed away from the group, fear filling their eyes, especially Pansy who began to tremble. "They're good vampires, they don't eat people. They don't want to eat people. They eat animals. Only animals. I swear, they aren't…they aren't like (B)those(B) vampires. I swear."

The crowd around the group had frozen, people staring at the beautiful people with a mixture of fear and curiosity. None of them had ever heard of a vampire choosing to live off animals rather than kill humans…it just wasn't…normal.

"Draco," Jasper said softly, bringing his boyfriends hand up to his lips and kissing the warm knuckles. Draco smiled at him, feeling the waves of peacefulness and calm his boyfriend was sending out. Jasper turned his full attention on Pansy and Blaise, ignoring the crowd. He let go of Draco's hand and stepped towards the frozen pair, reaching out towards Pansy with one of his elegant, pale hands. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Parkinson. What Draco has said is true, my family and I do not kill people. We do not want to kill people and therefore we have come up with an alternative. We feed off animals, just like you lot eat animals," he said in his sexiest Southern Drawl, sending an inappropriate shiver up and down Draco's spine. This was so not the moment to be having sexy thoughts about his boyfriend. "I can promise for myself and my family that we will not harm anyone."

"Oh…" Pansy gulped, "O-Ok…"

Jasper reached down and took her hand in his own, bringing it up to his lips. Despite his earlier statement and his promise the crowd around them drew in a fearful breath, exhaling together as he simply kissed her knuckles in his polite gentlemanly way before stepping back.

"Hey! Don't I get a kiss?" Blaise asked playfully, holding out his own hand and successfully breaking the tense/worried mood. Draco chuckled softly as Jasper looked at the flirty boy with a thoughtful expression on his pale face before he took the hand in his own and gave him the same treatment. "Draco, I like him."

"I'm so glad I have your approval," Draco said sarcastically.

"You should be," Blaise smiled smugly at him, "Not many people get it after all. Now, I want to dance and you, my fine looking lady, are going to dance with me." This was said of Bella and before a very protective/possessive Edward could object he had swept his girlfriend into his arms and pulled her out onto the dance floor.

"Don't worry Edward," Alice said confidently, "You can trust Draco's friend…"

"…but only as far as you can throw him," Draco chuckled, "But no, seriously, Blaise is a good guy. An incurable flirt but a good guy. She'll be fine …or perhaps not…" he winced as Bella was dipped way too far for the clumsy girl, Blaise only just managing to stop her stumbling backwards by sweeping her back into his arms.

"She'll be fine," Alice said confidently, "Now, if you'll all excuse me it's time for me to go and meet my mate." She smiled at the group, patting her perfect hair and brushing down her dress before walking away from them.

"Her mate?" Harry asked with interest, "Who is her mate?"

"No one knows," Draco answered, his eyes glued on her back as she weaved her way through the crowd, heading away from them, "But we're about to find out."

As they watched Alice came to a halt at a large group of red head people facing away from her. Reaching up she tapped one of them on the shoulder and the young man turned around, a smile on his handsome face, a smile that only grew as he noticed the pretty vampire before him.

"Who is that?" Pansy asked with a frown, not recognising him.

"That is…"

"Hello Charlie," Alice said softly, smiling up at him. If she had a working heart to beat within her chest it would have quickened as she saw him smile down at her for real for the first time. Oh, it was so much better than seeing him smile in her visions. "I've been waiting a long time to meet you."

"Do I…know you?" Charlie asked, the smile still there but a look of slight confusion filtering in. No doubt he was trying to remember if he'd ever seen her before and judging by the growing frown he we having trouble…understandably.

"Not yet, but you will," Alice said confidently.

"Oh really?" Charlie asked, definitely more than a little bit intrigued. The woman smiling up at him was his definition of perfect, he loved women with dark hair and the flicked out style really suited her cute face. He liked cute faces rather than stunning faces and she definitely had a cute face. And those eyes…and that accent! Merlin, he'd always found the American accent incredibly sexy…

"Yup. I've seen it," she giggled.

"Seen it?" he frowned.

"I'm a Seer," she explained softly, "The first vision I ever had was of your face, your smile. And then came the vision of my marriage…to you."

"Me?" he asked in shock.

"Yes, you…we marry…that is…I-If you want me," Alice said, suddenly a little unsure, afraid that she'd been too forward, too strong…she hoped she hadn't scared him away with her blunt explanations…

"If I want you…" he repeated softly. What a woman! Yes, he could definitely see himself marrying her some time in the future but…well call him a bluff old traditionalist but he'd like to get to know her first, be on more even ground as she undoubtedly knew everything bout him.

"Oh!" Alice gasped as she had a quick vision of them talking for the rest of the evening, "We could talk! If…if that would help. I mean…well you don't know me and…and I must seem a little odd…really forward…"

"Not odd," he said reassuringly, his dazzling smile coming back, "Forward yes but all the Seers I've ever met have been forward. It's just the way people are when they know what's coming. And as for what you've seen of our future…well talking would seem to be the natural place to start, don't you think?"

"Yes. So what do want to know?" she asked.

"How about we start with your name and we can go on from there?"

"Alice. My name is Alice Cullen."

Saying that Alice and Charlie were inseparable for the rest of the evening was an understatement. They found a cosy little love seat hidden in the corner of the room and they just talked about everything and anything…although a large part of their conversation did focus on her being a vegetarian vampire.

He took it…remarkably well.

Harry was finally forced to give into the demands of the reporters and do an interview with them, simply because they would not leave him alone until he agreed to do so! Draco laughed softly at his misfortune…until one of the reporters asked him for an interview as well. Luckily for Draco he had a very protective boyfriend to scare the reporter away. Poor Harry did not and so was pulled out of the party and had to suffer nearly an hours worth of questions and photo's. Quite a few of the questions were on the subject of Draco and the Cullens…but he successfully managed to return the conversation to the party and the important messages he was trying to put across. But not before he told them in no uncertain terms that they were to leave the Malfoys and the Cullens and other previously Dark Families alone to allow them all the heal and move on with their lives.

When the school clock chimed loudly, signalling that it was already eleven o'clock in the evening all the students were sent up to bed not that any of them would be going to sleep any time soon - they were all far too hyper for that!

Once the students were gone there were only a few underage people at the party, children who considered themselves too old to go to the childcare centre attending the party with their families and so, with them under careful watch the magical alcoholic punch was brought out.

"Come on Bella, it's really good," Draco said, holding out a glass of the alcoholic punch to the muggle girl who once again shook his head. She had had none of the drink…whereas Draco was on his fifth glass. "Just try a little bit."

"No thanks Draco," Bella shook her head, "I'll stick to the normal stuff."

"Ok, you're loss," Draco shrugged, drinking from the glass himself and snuggling into Jasper's strong arms. "You ok?"

"Yeah," Jasper said, kissing Draco's lips and tasting the alcohol on his lips. Of course to the vampire it tasted like ash…"Are you enjoying yourself, Draco?"

"I am actually, now that everyone's stopped staring at us," Draco nodded, taking another sip of the rather strong punch, "You?"

"I am," Jasper answered, kissing Draco once more, "Thank you for showing me this wonderful world that you grew up in Draco."

"It was a pleasure," Draco smiled at him, "So…want to dance some more?"

"Sure," Jasper agreed. He'd never really liked dancing in life and in death the only times he'd ever danced had been when Alice had made him at everyone's weddings but…well dancing with Draco was something different, something special. Holding him close, pressing their bodies together, moving together to the beat of the music…well it brought to mind some other things they could do pressed close together…no Jasper - don't think about that here. Thinking about things like that in public would be bad, especially with his gift with emotions…"So, dancing?"

The party finally came to a close at 1:30am and Harry found himself being pulled up onto the stage to give a farewell speech before the 'Weird Sisters' and the 'Black Cats' combined to perform the final song of the night, written specially for the party. Judging by the smiles on their faces half of the crowd was very drunk and about a quarter of the other half only slightly drunk. The rest were sober but he didn't just address his speech to the few who would remember it, he addressed it to all of them, fidgeting nervously as he spoke into the microphone once more,

"Right well, I've got a few thanks you'd that I would like to say. The first is to the staff here at Hogwarts for allowing us to disrupt their routine and for hosting this wonderful party. The second is to the House Elves who have been very busy behind the scenes preparing the wonderful food and drink we've enjoyed all evening."

He joined in with them when the crowd applauded loudly.

"Next I would like to thank the two bands behind me for supplying us with excellent music all evening. And Professor McGonagall, sorry, Minerva? Would you pass on my thanks to the school choir in the morning," Harry asked, his eyes searching out the headmistress in the crowd.

"I'll pass on your message, Harry," she said clearly frown where she stood in the middle of the crowd, smiling at him as she said his name slowly and clearly.

"I'd also like to thank Ron and Hermione Weasley, I'm sure you all know who they are," Harry said and all eyes turned to the blushing couple, "Without their help I could never have organised this party tonight. No really, I sent them a letter with a load of suggestions and they did all this. So can I get a round of applause for my best friends over there and for the excellent musicians of tonight?"

He got the loud applause he had wanted, Hermione and Ron looking extremely embarrassed. Harry was certain that his red headed friend was threatening to kill him in his mind. The band bowed slightly behind him, nodding their heads in acceptance of their own applause.

"And…well I think that's it for my thank you's actually. Except to say thank you to all of you for coming!" Harry spread his arms wide and the crowd cheered. "I hope you've had a good time tonight. I know I have. It's much nicer to remember the people we lost this way isn't it? Anyway, so the bands have one more number to do, written especially for tonight,. I've never heard it before but they tell me it's good. So I'll leave you with that music now. Please have a safe journey home and don't forget to pick up your children from upstairs. Goodnight!"

The bands began to play the introduction as the crowd applauded their saviour (who was all but legging it off the stage) but as soon as the lyrics started they all fell silent, staring at the two singers singing in perfect harmony, the two styles blending ridiculously well as they sung the words clearly;

(I) Can you hear them?

Those whispered voices,

Carried on the wind.

Can you hear them?

Singing in the silence,

Carried on the wind.

They say,

Thank you!

Thank you for all that you've done!

They say,

Thank you!

Thank you for freeing everyone!

Can you hear them?

Voices saying not to cry,

Carried on the wind.

Can you hear them?

In the stillness of the night,

Carried on the wind.

They say,

Thank you!

Thank you for all that you've done!

They say,

Thank you!

Thank you for freeing everyone!

But this message is not only for our heroes,

It's for common folk like you and me.

We all played out part,

We hoped with all our hearts,

And fought for our right to live free!

Can you hear them?

Our friends are all at peace,

Carried on the wind.

Can you hear them?"(I) *

For a few moments there was only was only silence, tears falling unchecked, and then the applause came, applause for the bands…and for those who the song was about. Everyone.

"Harry…who wrote that?" Hermione asked as she wiped her tears away.

"Luna did," Harry said, pointing across the room at the blue haired woman chatting with the bands as they came off the stage, "She wrote it as a poem for the Quibbler and the singer of the 'Weird Sister's asked if he could turn it into a song. And I'm glad they did because…that was perfect."

"Um, I've been meaning to ask actually," Bella piped up, "Why are they called the 'Weird Sisters', I mean, they're an all male band."

"Most people think that's the joke," Draco explained, "But I read in an interview once that the name came about because they all have weird sisters. I don't know if that's true or not though."

"Oh," Bella mumbled, "Beautiful song though…"

"Yes…now I have a few goodbyes to say and I have to go and pick up Teddy, I'm sure you've got goodbyes to say too so I'll meet you in the entrance hall in a few minutes," Harry said, stepping away from the group and heading over to one of the many people around that wanted his attention.

"What about our things?" Rosalie asked.

"The house elves will have already sent them to the Manor," Lucius answered the beautiful vampire. Just then Alice came skipping up to them, dragging Charlie by his hand and the rest of his family followed them.

"Wasn't this a great party?" she asked with a laugh, "This is Charlie, my mate, well soon to be my mate. We're just getting to know each other at the moment. We've been talking, well mostly me to be honest, but anyway this is Charlie and he doesn't mind the whole vampire thing and..."

"Pleased to meet you Charlie," Jasper said, holding out his hand to the red head, interrupting her babbling, "I hope your going to be good enough for our Alice."

"Jasper," Alice glared at him as Charlie shook the offered hand.

"I…I'm going to try," Charlie said with a smile at the small woman holding his hand. He'd been utterly captivated her all evening and…well he liked the idea of being her mate now, he liked it a lot. "Um…you've already met Ron, one of my younger brothers and Alice tells me you've met George earlier in the week, but this is Percy," the red head with the glasses perched on his nose nodded to the group, "And this is my older brother, Bill, and his wife Fleur."

"Whoa," Emmett wasn't the only to gasp when they saw Fleur in her silver sequined dress, with her perfect figure and her perfect hair and…all of the boys were totally captivated by her and all the girls were swiftly getting jealous. It appeared that vampires were not immune to the seduction of a Veela…

"Your scent is…" Edward breathed softly, "…so different…delicious…"

As soon as Fleur had walked up, as soon as the unique scent had begun to tempt the monster within him Jasper had stopped his unnecessary breathing, afraid of what he might do if he lost control. He would never loose control again…he would not risk hurting Draco again…

"Sorry," Fleur apologised to Rosalie and Bella who were getting to be the angriest, her French accent still as heavy as it ever was, "I haf that affect on men."

"No need to boast about it," Rosalie grumbled.

"I am not boasting," Fleur shook her head, "It is an affect of the Veela blood running through my veins, my mother has the same trouble. Although she has never met any vampires." Her gaze shifted back and forth between Edward and Emmett who both, probably without even noticing it, had bared their teeth.

"It's ok, they'll get used to it," Alice said confidently as Bella asked,

"What's a Veela?"

"I'll tell you later," Draco mumbled in her general direction, wobbling slightly on his unsteady feet and taking another sip of his punch…hmm…how odd, it seemed to have gotten strongererer…wait, that's not a real word…Draco frowned for a moment before shrugging and taking another gulp.

"It's nice to meet you all," Bill said, smiling round the group, "We've been chatting with Alice and she's told us all about you." The small vampire nodded, moving to stand closer to Charlie who put his arm around her shoulders hesitantly. This only got a bigger smile from her as she remembered the many visions she'd had of them as a couple. They would be happy together…

"Right, well nice seeing you again Draco but I must fly," Blaise said, slapping his friend on the back, "I've got a date to get to."

"A date? It's half past one in the morning!" Draco protested loudly.

"And? I have a date to get to with a certain young lady who will be waiting quite anxiously for me by now," Blaise announced confidently, rubbing his hands together with excitement, "We'll have to catch up more some other time Draco. But for now I'll see you all later, I'm off for some more fun!"

"He's terrible…" Draco said, his voice slurring slightly.

"Are you all right?" Jasper asked him softly.

"Uh-huh…this is strongerer than I thought," Draco chuckled softly, raising his glass. Ron nodded in agreement, starting to feel a bit fuzzy himself and not just in the 'there's-a-Veela-next-to-me' kind of way.

Unknown to all of them an hour earlier George Weasley, dissatisfied with the strength of the punch…had poured in two bottles of the finest firewhiskey money could buy, the really, REALLY strong stuff.

"He's gone on a date?" Bella asked, returning to the original subject, sounding both surprised and disapproving, "Seriously."

"Looks like it," Draco mumbled, "Like I said…he's terrible…"

"He's Blaise," Pansy said softly with a small smile, "I'll get worried when he stops behaving like he does, you know, flirting with everyone and going on three dates in one day like he did once when we were at school, because that will mean that the world really is coming to an end."

"I remember that day!" Draco laughed loudly, nodding in agreement, "So are we all gonna walk…whoa…" he mumbled as he tilted to the side suddenly, Jasper righting him with ease and a small smile, "Thanks…so are we all gonna walk down to Hogs…to Hosme…are we gonna walk down together?"

"Sure, why not?" Bill asked with a smile.

"But don't forget we have to wait for Harry in the Entrance Hall," Hermione reminded the group quickly, explaining further for the late arrivals, "He's gone to pick up Teddy from the childcare centre. Did you bring Victoire?"

"No, I'm afraid," Fleur answered sadly as the group began to walk towards the exit, "She refused to behave earlier and I warned her zat if she did not stop having her tantrum she would not be allowed to come to ze party."

"I take it she didn't stop?" Hermione asked. Fleur sighed sadly and shook her head. Bill put an arm around her shoulders,

"You did the right thing, love, she needs to learn that screaming and shouting won't get her what she wants," he said softly.

The group split up briefly when the Weasleys went to get their coats from the cloakroom that had been created by the great hall and during this time Lucius and Narcissa conjured coats or cloaks for the humans in their group. Then the reunited group waited for Harry in the Entrance, keeping out of the way of the other guests leaving the castle and talking about random things.

"Hey guys! Did you like the punch?" George laughed at them as he and Angelina walked past them. Hermione glared at him. After taking a sip of Ron's drink earlier she had figured out that someone had spiked the punch, she herself had tested the original brew to make sure it was just right…she should have known that the culprit would be George Wesley.

"Everyone ready to go then?" Harry asked as he walked up to the group, a sleeping Teddy in his arms with his little head pillowed on Harry's shoulder. The reporters followed him and started snapping away with their camera's as the group nodded and stepped outside into the cold night air and began to follow the now torch lit path down to the magical village.

"So mate, I've been meaning to ask all night," Ron slurred loudly as he and Hermione walked alongside Harry, his wife keeping a firm hold on his arm to keep him walking in a straight line, "How's the love life? Still single?"

"Er…" Harry mumbled, very aware of the reporters that were trying to be discreet as they followed him. Did they really have nothing better to do? "That's a…um…I'd rather not…the reporters will…um…well…it's a little complicated."

"Harry, everything with you always is," Hermione said softly. Suddenly she turned her head and glared right at where the reporters were 'hiding', "You've had your stories for the evening, now get lost."

"We have a right to be here," one brave reporter answered back.

"The lady told you to get lost," Emmett growled deeply in his most threatening, big scary vampire way. Funnily enough the reporters disappeared very quickly after that. "There you go."

"Thanks," Harry said softly.

"Oh don't thank me, I want to hear how you explain your relationship with the dog to them," Emmett laughed deeply.

"Dog?" Ron mumbled, very confused, "You're going out with a pet?"

"No," Harry said sharply, glaring at Emmett, "I was going out with a shape shifter, a natural Animagus who…"

"You can't be a natural Animagus, it takes years of training," Hermione interrupted quickly, sounding very much like she was quoting a book, "The average length of time it takes a witch or wizard to become and Animagus is…"

"He's a muggle," Harry said.

"That's impossible," Hermione contradicted.

"No it isn't," Harry said with a shake of his head, "Jacob, that's his name, is an Animagus along with the rest of his generation in their tribe."

"Tribe?" Ron frowned.

"They live on the nearest Indian Reservation," Harry explained, "And they all turn into wolves and protect the locals as a pack, fighting off their enemy…vampires."

"You lot?" Ron asked, looking at the Cullens.

"No," Edward shook his head; "We made a pact with them, a treaty, back when we first moved to Forks in the '30's that keeps the peace between us."

"Oh," Ron mumbled.

"Harry…it can't be possible for a muggle to…" Hermione persisted.

"It's possible!" Harry cried, cutting off when Teddy stirred and grumbled. Narcissa held out her arms in a silent invitation and the little boy was passed over to the female Malfoy so that Harry was free to argue his point with his friends, "Trust me. I've seen it. They are muggles but they are also Animagi."

"Humph," Hermione still did not believe him.

"I've seen it too," Draco piped up from where he was walking behind them, his head resting on Jasper shoulder, "Scariest things I've seen in a while, hunky men turning into giant wolves…"

"Hunky?" Jasper asked.

"You're hunkier," Draco said simply.

"Good."

"Look Hermione, just take my word on it for now and one day maybe you can come and meet them. I'm sure they'd love to feature in your book," Harry said.

"Ok," Hermione agreed, "I'll look into it later…now, you said you were going out with this Jacob. Why aren't you any more?"

"It's…complicated," Harry muttered.

"No it's not," Draco said, pronouncing his words carefully as he continued to slur slightly, "You both acted like idiots and then you dumped him before he could make up for acting like an idiot and before you could realise you had acted like an idiot. I like the word idiot. It's a good word…"

"I was not…"

"You were an idiot," Draco said, "I was there, remember, when you dumped him by phone." Hermione was the only one to frown at Harry disapprovingly, dumping someone by phone was just cruel. "He was idiot and then you were an idiot and then you were an even bigger idiot because you dumped him."

"What did he do?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, what did he do?" Bella asked with a frown, "I thought you guys were really good together…"

"We were…till he told your dad about the motorcycles and that started everything off," Harry sighed sadly, "He did it because he wanted to get back at Edward and all the 'blood sucking leeches'."

"I remember that bit," Draco giggled, "You nearly swore in front of Teddy."

"You broke up because he told on me?" Bella asked in shock.

"No," Harry shook his head, "I dumped him because he couldn't let go of a prejudice that had been started by his ancestors."

"Idiot," Draco muttered loudly.

"I am not an-"

"Harry," Hermione interrupted, "I'm sorry to have to say this but you are an idiot in this case." Harry frowned at her. "I may not believe you but if what your said was true and they turn into wolves…well a wolves, especially a werewolves natural enemy is a vampire. It wasn't so much prejudice as…nature."

"But they go against nature by not attacking them every time they see them!" Harry protested. Suddenly he sighed deeply and his defensive look turned to one of utter sadness, "Look, I know I was an…"

"Idiot," Draco supplied.

"Idiot," Harry glared at him, "But I was just so mad at him and I…I dumped him before I realised what I was doing. And…and I really wish I hadn't." A sudden quiver had appeared in his voice now. "But I did and now he won't talk to me."

"So hold up a sec," Ron said loudly, "He did something stupid and you broke up with him for doing that stupid thing and for holding a grudge?" Harry nodded. "But you still like him?" Harry nodded." And you want to sort things out with him?" Harry nodded. "Well then why haven't you?"

"He won't talk to me," Harry said softly, "He won't answer his phone and…and I can't go to his house un-invited and I…well I guess I have started to wonder if maybe this was fate…that…that we weren't meant to be together…"

"Harry, please make up your mind," Hermione said strictly, "You're contradicting yourself."

"Sorry…I'm just…I don't know what to do," Harry admitted, sounding defeated. Hermione sighed softly before she spoke again,

"Harry, do you like him?"

"I think I love him," Harry admitted softly.

"Then you need to find some way of sorting this mess out before it's too late," Hermione said calmly but very sternly, "You need to talk to him, get him to talk to you. You need to talk about what happened, about why it happened, about your feelings, about his feelings…you need to talk."

"But…how…?" Harry asked weakly.

"I don't know. That is something you'll have to figure out on your own I'm afraid," Hermione said softly, reaching out and pulling him into a one armed hug, "But I'll helping any way I can…we'll help won't we Ron?"

"Huh?" Ron had drifted out of the conversation.

"Just say yes," Hermione ordered.

"Yes."

"And I'll help," Draco said.

"Thanks," Harry said softly, sighing deeply, "Why can't things ever be simple in my life? Just for once?"

"Because it's you, Harry, and nothing about you is ever simple," Hermione answered. Harry sighed even deeper and for the next few moments the group walked in silence as they all thought about the complicated situation the young saviour had managed to get himself into.

"Oh Harry!" Hermione cried, suddenly getting tearful when the group reached the 'Three Broomsticks' and began to say their goodbyes. "I'm going to miss you so much…again." She threw her arms around the startled young man and proceeded to hug the life out of him. "You've got to promise me you'll be careful and that you'll write to me, to us. Promise."

"I promise," Harry said awkwardly, "Hermione…Hermione you're hurting me…" He sighed with relief when his female friend let go…only to gasp in shock when the pair of them were pressed together as Ron's strong arms wrapped around both of them. "Ron…Ron what are you…"

"Gonna miss you Harry…"

"Ok Ron…Ok let go now…ow…Ron!"

As Harry was being squeezed to death in a very tight farewell hug from Ron, Hermione trapped between them and also hugging Harry, Alice was very busy sorting everything out with Charlie.

"This is our address and telephone number for our house in Forks," she said, pointing to the top thing written in her pretty handwriting on the piece of paper she'd put in his hand. She'd written it out five times last night before she was satisfied with it. "This is our address and telephone number for our house in Alaska, just in case we have to move again for whatever reason. Um…this is my mobile number which I keep with me at all times and this is my email address."

"Ok…um…er, what's email?" Charlie asked in confusion.

"Oh," Alice laughed softly, "You didn't like muggle studies…"

"How'd you know that?" Charlie asked before catching himself, "You just saw a vision of me telling you that didn't you?" Alice giggled and nodded. "Right. So what is this email thing?"

"It's a muggle way of communicating using the internet and a computer," Alice explained. Charlie was about to ask what the internet was but Alice cut him off, "But don't worry, we'll never email each other anyway. I've seen that now. Just write your letters to the Forks address for now, ok?"

"Ok," Charlie agreed, folding the sheet of paper carefully and tucking it into his waistcoat pocket for safekeeping, "Do you want me to write down my address?"

"No need," Alice giggled as she had a vision of him writing down the address of both his family home and his flat in Romania on the back of a long letter to her, "Your going to write first and you can just send me your addresses then."

"Oh…ok," Charlie smiled down at her, "I can see that being your mate will never be dull, I'll have to work very hard to surprise you won't I?"

"You'll never surprise me," Alice shook her head, "But I'll pretend to be surprised to make you feel better."

"Ok, I can live with that," Charlie laughed deeply. "So, I've gotta get back to Romania, I'm on the early shift with the junior dragons tomorrow. Joy," he rolled his eyes, he hated the early shifts and the early junior shift with all the grumpy and hungry baby dragons was most definitely the worst of the lot. "So I guess I'll…um…I'll speak to you soon."

"Yeah," Alice smiled up at him before suddenly jumping up and throwing her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Though startled Charlie had the sense to take a firm hold around her small waist, holding her up off of the ground as she hugged him happily. "Bye!" she cried out before letting go of him and dropping back down the ground, skipping back over to the group waiting to go. Even though Harry had finally escaped Ron's vice like hug they were still missing two members…

"I'm going to miss you Draco," Pansy admitted sadly as she slid her arms around Draco's waist and hugged him gently, resting her head on his shoulder.

"M'gonna miss you too Pans," Draco mumbled, "And I'm gonna worry about you. You need to eat more! You're like a stick!" Pansy blushed, hiding her face in his neck. "You know you're always welcome in my house Pansy, don't you? If you ever need to get away you can come to me."

"But I don't know where you live," Pansy mumbled.

"I'll send you my new address when we get home," Draco said quickly, "It's the first thing I do, well I might need to pee so it might be the second thing I do but I'll do it. I should have done it when I moved but…well…I wasn't very well…"

"I know," Pansy said softly, "I wasn't very well after my stay either…"

"How long were you…?" Draco asked softly.

"Three months," she answered, "Then Harry's Law came into effect and I was given a retrial and I was labelled as a 'White Death Eater' and was paroled."

"A 'White Death Eater'?" Draco asked, confused.

"White means I followed unwillingly and participated in no major terrorist acts. Grey means that the person followed semi-willingly and participated in some major terrorist acts. Black…well I'm sure you can guess when black is," Pansy explained. Draco nodded. "You and your family have been recorded as white."

"Oh…" Draco mumbled, "So…I'll send you my address and you're welcome any time. You don't even have to let us know your coming and you can always stay as long as you want. Tell Blaise when you next see him that the offers open for him too. You and Blaise…you're like my brother and sister…"

"Thank you," Pansy said softly.

"It's true," Draco mumbled, kissing her cheek, "Now we kinda have to go so I'll say goodbye now and I'll talk to you soon. Promise." The two friends pulled away from each other and Draco watched with sadness as Pansy' face fell again. "Hey, I want the smile back. Go on, smile…you look so pretty when you smile…not that you don't look pretty when you don't smile. You do. You always look pretty. It's just you look extra pretty when you smile…"

"Draco…stop, I get it," she laughed softly.

"There it is," he said, equally as soft, "Take care of yourself, Pansy."

"You too, Draco," she said, leaning forwards for one last hug. As she did she looked over his shoulder at Jasper, saying very seriously, "You'd better take care of him or you'll have me to deal with."

"I will," Jasper answered, equally as serious as he steadied Draco when the blond wizard stepped back from Pansy, "I promise."

"Good," Pansy said softly just as Alice called out loudly,

"It's time to go!"

"Bye Pansy," Draco said one final time, smiling sadly at her.

"Bye Draco," Pansy responded, watching as Jasper and Draco joined the rest of their group. They moved into their Apparating pairs or trio's, smiling at the people who would not be going to the Manor with them and then, at almost exactly the same moment, everyone disappeared.

"Whoops," Draco giggled loudly as he and Jasper appeared on top of a very delicate table, a table which had been designed simply to look nice and occasionally hold a vase of flowers. Luckily there were no flowers on the table at the moment… "I might have misjudged the landing site…slightly…"

"Slightly?" Jasper asked as the table wobbled and groaned beneath their combined weight, "Maybe we should get dow-"

"Watch out!" Alice cried out as the table suddenly gave a violent wobble and with a metallic screech collapsed beneath them, the legs buckling and sending them both flying. Jasper landed on his feet but no one, not even Edward, could reach Draco in time and he crashed onto the floor.

"Draco!" almost everyone gasped, worried that he'd hurt himself.

"Whoops!" Draco cried before beginning to laugh almost hysterically as he lay on the floor, staring up at the high ceiling. "Well…that was fun…"

"Are you all right?" Jasper asked as he rushed with his inhuman speed to his boyfriend's side, helping him sit up and looking him over, "You're not hurt are you? Draco? Did you hurt yourself?"

"Nuh-uh…m'fine," Draco trailed off into giggles, "I flew…" holding on the last word he spread his arms wide and did a bird impression, "And then I crashed! Pow!" He clapped his hands loudly and laughed even more.

"He's completely wasted," Harry chuckled, shifting Teddy in his arms as he started to make his way up the stairs, "I'm off to bed, see you all in the morning." Emmett and Rosalie disappeared up the stairs after him, saying soft goodnights to everyone as Jasper helped Draco to his feet.

"Will you be all right with him, Jasper?" Narcissa asked worriedly, looking at her son who was playing with the buttons of Jasper's waistcoat, popping them open and then doing them up again almost immediately, his fingers and thumbs fumbling.

"I'll be fine," Jasper said to her reassuringly.

"I'll send a house elf up with a hangover potion for him in the morning," she said before nodding to her husband and allowing him to help her up the stairs. Alice's eyes glazed over for a moment before she smiled knowingly at the couple before skipping up the stairs with a giggle.

"Are you sure you'll be ok with him?" Bella asked, genuinely concerned.

"I'll be fine," Jasper said softly.

"Well if you're sure then-" she broke off to yawn widely, "Then I think-" once again she had to stop talking to yawn.

"I think you need to go to bed, Bella," Edward said, slipping his arm around her shoulders, "We've got a long day tomorrow and you need your sleep." Before she could argue that she wanted to make sure Draco was all right he gently but firmly pulled her up the stairs.

"Time for you to go to bed too," Jasper said to his boyfriend, pulling his hands away from the buttons of his waistcoat, leaving it half open.

"But I'm not tired," Draco protested, a huge yawn of his own arguing against his statement. Jasper raised his eyebrow at him. "What? I'm not tired!"

"Yes you are," Jasper said softly, managing to gently force Draco up to the top of the stairs. Draco shook his head and suddenly pulled away from the unsuspecting Jasper. With a loud laugh Draco flung his leg over the polished banister, holding on with his unsteady hands and cried out loudly,

"I'm going to fly!"

"No!" Jasper gasped as Draco let go of banister with his hand and began to slide down the long banister, gaining speed as he went. Jasper's own feeling of terror warred with Draco's drunken feeling of excitement - he was going so fast…and when he came off at the bottom he was going to get hurt so much. In the blink of an eye Jasper was at the bottom of the stairs, suddenly feeling very thankful of his vampire speed, and used his hands to stop Draco flying off of the end.

"Hey!" Draco protested.

"Draco, get off," Jasper ordered.

"No," Draco shook his head.

"Draco, get off the banister," Jasper ordered a little more forcefully.

"Nuh-uh," Draco shook his head, giggling. This was fun…

"Draco, dismount the banister!" Jasper snapped, his accent thickening as his fear for Draco's safety and his irritation at Draco's carelessness exploded like a fireball within him, "Now!"

"M'kay," Draco sighed sadly, moving to obey…only his foot got caught on the banister and sent him tumbling again. This time Jasper was there to catch him, scooping him up into his arms bridal style. "Whoops."

"Oh Draco, what am I going to do with you?" Jasper asked as he walked easily up the stairs, a bit faster than an average human but not too fast. After all he didn't want Draco to get sick.

"Make love to me?" Draco suggested, resting his head against Jasper's shoulder, his arms holding on around Jasper's neck, "Please Jasper…"

"No Draco," Jasper said softly, hurrying along the corridor to Draco's room. Draco took three attempts to turn the handle, Jaspers hand being full with his boyfriend, and then they were inside. The candles lit themselves automatically, flashing to life around the room.

"But why not? I want you to make love to me, Jasper" Draco whined as Jasper set him down on the bed. "Please Jasper? Please make love to me?"

"No Draco," Jasper said, turning away from the bed in order to resist the temptation of what his boyfriend was drunkenly opening, "Not yet, not while you're drunk." He heard Draco scramble up from the bed and wasn't surprised when his boyfriend appeared in front of him.

"But I want you!" Draco pointed out, "I want to make love with you…now."

"No," Jasper shook his head, "Our first time together should be special."

(B)(A/N - no, they didn't go all the way in the shower, they just went most of the way. I tried to explain this in the chapter but, if the reviews are anything to go by, I didn't make myself clear enough.)(B)

"Tonight would be special…" Draco mumbled in protest.

"Draco," Jasper sighed sadly, speaking slowly to his boyfriend, "You might not even remember tonight, not with the amount of alcohol you've ingested today. No, our first time together will be so special you will remember it for the rest of your life. That cannot and will not be tonight. I'm sorry Draco."

"But…" Draco whined, "I want…I need…"

"I know," Jasper said softly, reaching up to cup Draco's face with his hands. He could feel the arousal coming from his boyfriend, getting stronger and stronger with each passing moment. "I said we couldn't make love, Draco, but I never said we couldn't do anything…"

"Like…what?" Draco asked.

"Like this," Jasper breathed, leaning down and pressing his lips to his boyfriend. The couple kissed gently for a few moments before their passion began to increase, their tongues duelling for dominance, their hands moving over each others bodies, feeling, clutching, rubbing…

"Ugh…" Draco groaned when Jasper's hand gently grabbed a certain part of his body that was definitely responding to the situation. "Jasper…"

"We should get ready for bed," Jasper said softly, stepping backwards towards the bed as his hands pulled off Draco's cloak and unbuttoned the jacket of his dress robes. Draco's hands eagerly copied him and soon the couple were in nothing but their skin. "Come on Draco…" Jasper murmured, pulling down the covers on the bed and sliding between the sheets first.

"Ok…" Draco mumbled as he quickly followed, pressing his body to Jaspers as the vampire pulled the covers over them. He muttered a soft command and the candles went out, plunging the room into darkness as he sealed his lips on his boyfriends once more. "Jasper…"

"Draco…"

The couple lost themselves to the pleasure their hands and their lips were bringing to each other. In the darkness of the room they moved together on the bed, uttering completely indecipherable moans of pleasure and encouragement. Draco was panting loudly, his eyes clenched shut as he tossed his head from side to side on his pillow…oh Merlin, this felt so, SO good!

Draco didn't last long, crying out loudly and as he reached his climax.

But then Jasper didn't last that much long after him, stifling his own cry by biting down on his own hand. He was thankful it was his own hand and not a piece of Draco's vulnerable flesh.

The couple snuggled together on the bed as they came down from their pleasurable high. Draco's head felt really fuzzy now, caused by a blend of the alcohol in his system and the pleasure he had just experienced and his eyelids heavy and he succumbed to the pull of sleep.

A/N Well…what can I say? It's been a while since I last update but my life has been a little bit…well shit at the moment. Not to mention I'm ridiculously busy being the lead in a Christmas play (performing in one week, AH!) and work has been crazy. So…yeah, this update has been a long, long time in coming but I hope it was worth it…all 29 pages of it. LOL.
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