A/N: Torture in this chapter, rather graphic, a heads up has been given and I apologize if you find yourself utterly disgusted.

 HPDM             HPDM             HPDM             HPDM             HPDM             HPDM            

 “You were asleep?” Professor McGonagall’s voice was incredulous. Harry tried to hide his yawn, leaning his head sideways onto Draco’s shoulder. Harry was bored and Draco was warm.

 “Mr. Potter, are you listening to me?!” The Deputy Headmistress’ voice was piercing.

 ‘No.’

 “I’m sorry. But, I really don’t see why we’re in trouble. We were asleep when Professor Dumbledore told the school that students were to remain in their dorms.” The older woman pursed her lips, looking at the group of teenagers in disproval.

 They were all rudely awoken that morning by the irate teacher, who escorted them to the Headmaster’s office, not even giving them time to get out of yesterday’s clothes.

 Fred, George, Eleanor, and Neville were all on the stretched out loveseat against the wall. Neville looked like he’d ate his toad and Eleanor looked like a kicked puppy. The twins, true to their reputation, were looking around with apparent boredom, no doubt having been in this office many times before.

 Ginny and Hermione were sitting in two plush chairs, purple and orange respectively, while Luna and Ron were sitting on the arms. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were looking at McGonagall sheepishly while Luna was looking at a shadow above McGonagall’s head.

 Harry yawned again, turning his head into Draco’s neck; he smiled faintly when Draco stiffened briefly before relaxing again.

 “Mr. Potter, please stop cuddling with Mr. Malfoy and pay attention!”

 ‘No. Screw you; I’m tired.’

 “Professor McGonagall, I’ll take it from here.” Albus Dumbledore’s voice sounded amused, and as Harry peeked out from Draco’s neck he saw the old man twinkling in his direction. Vaguely, Harry knew that the older man was caught between happiness and sorrow and as horrible as Harry felt for it, he couldn’t bring himself to care as much as his heart was telling him to.

 “Mr. Potter, I think you will be pleased to know that Sirius Black is going to be completely pardoned by sunset today, or that’s how things are looking so far. Now, onto why you’re being punished: I’m not sure if any of you are aware of this, considering that none of you were at dinner, but Peter Pettigrew’s body was portkeyed into the Great Hall.” Silence. Harry bit down on Draco’s neck softly, wanting to laugh madly when the boy shuddered.

 “But wouldn’t someone need the actual location of the Great Hall to achieve that? After all, a portkey is useless if it isn’t told where to bring something.” Fred and George’s voice blended into one. Unbidden, an image of the Inquisitorial Squad practicing the Imperius curse on Cho Chang came to Harry’s mind. He noticed that it was from Draco’s point of view, complete with the horror and disbelief he had felt that night.

 “The Inquisitorial Squad was practicing an Unforgivable on a student, under orders from Umbridge, who was under orders from Fudge, who was under orders from the Dark Lord. So, essentially, they’re Death Eaters in training. Maybe they’re the ones who got the logistics?” Draco’s voice sounded calm and collected, but Harry could feel the uneasiness radiating from his mind. Harry traced the faint outline of his teeth on Draco’s neck with his tongue, barely holding in his laughter when he felt Draco tense and his heart speed up.

 “Yes, that is rather what I thought as well. This means, of course, that you are in a rather dangerous position, Mr. Malfoy.” Harry could practically feel Draco’s eyebrow lift.

 “Actually, that means I’m in the same position I’ve been in all year, and that position will become dangerous if I don’t handle it properly. For instance, me being here is putting me in more danger, given what happened last night.”

 “So is the fact that everyone knows you and I are at least friends.” Harry said as he paused in licking Draco’s neck.

 “Yes, but I can explain that one away. All I have to say is that I’m trying to convert you; it’s been working so far.” Draco’s fingers came up to play with Harry’s hair, probably of their own violation, given the rather contemplative look on Draco’s face.

 Albus sighed, leaning back in his chair. His gaze switched to the Weasley twins.

 “Dear boys, do you have any information about the recent errand I sent you and your older brothers on?” The twins blinked, becoming serious all at once. They spared glances at everyone else in the room before turning to Albus.

 “Nothing that Bill and Charlie haven’t told you: the book appears to be a journal of some sort. It’s written in Latin – like that book of Merlin’s. French is a little like Latin, as you know, so we were able to make out one word from the first page: General. Well, it could have been “leader,” but the idea is the same. Everything else you already know.” Fred spoke while George nodded along.

 “What are you talking about?” Eleanor’s soft voice squeaked out. When the Headmaster turned to look at her, she clamped her hands over her mouth and stared at the old man in terror. Albus gave her a kind smile, eyes twinkling in amusement.

 “As you no doubt know, Ms.Gunn, the Weasley twins here were gone for a few weeks earlier. They got back recently. They, with their older brothers who are out of school, went on an errand for me. Don’t worry yourself about it, dear girl.”

 Harry yawned again, once more burrowing into Draco’s neck. Thank god he wasn’t playing Quidditch today.

 ‘Wait… the game is today... We need to be seen at breakfast, or bad things will happen.’

 “Uh… Headmaster? About not putting Draco in any unnecessary danger… If we don’t want him in a bad position, he needs to be seen at breakfast.”

 HPDM             HPDM             HPDM             HPDM             HPDM             HPDM             HPDM

 “And Draco Malfoy has caught the Snitch! 150 points to Slytherin, Slytherin wins!” Lee Jordon’s voice boomed across the pitch as the student body went wild.

 Harry and Hermione screamed while Ron and everyone else in the Gryffindor stands clapped with mixed enthusiasm. Harry was jumping up and down, clapping and spinning in place. Ron saw more then one longing look go to Harry’s skirt, no doubt hoping it would flip up and reveal more then it should. He glared at every student that had that longing in their eyes.

 As far as Ron was concerned, the only one allowed to look at Harry’s skirt in that manner was Draco Malfoy. And, as Harry and Hermione ran ahead to congratulate the Slytherin team, he could see that Draco also shared that sentiment, considering the death glares he gave his team.

 “Congrats! Now, we can utterly destroy you guys when it’s time for our match!” Harry said laughing.

 HPDM             HPDM             HPDM             HPDM             HPDM             HPDM             HPDM

 Remus had been enjoying a nice cup of tea when Bill Weasley rushed into the kitchen.

 “REMUS! Look, LOOK!” Bewildered, Remus took in the young man’s appearance: disheveled hair and clothes, a wild look in his eye, a manic smile on his face, and an arm waving what appeared to be a special edition of the Daily Prophet.

 ‘If it’s something else about how the world is ending and it’s Harry’s fault I’m going to kill someone…’

 It wasn’t. In fact, after reading the headline, Remus could feel his whole body freeze up. Bill whooped and gave him a bear hug that would have crushed his ribs if not for the fact that Remus was a werewolf.

 “Anyway, got to get back home… Mum and Fleur might need help getting dinner ready. And Charlie and Dad send their regards. Albus is coming over later to help with the Burrow reconstruction; maybe you two will want to come?” Remus nodded numbly, only half comprehending what was going on around him.

 Ten minutes later, Sirius came down.

 “Oh, I thought I heard Bill… Moony, you okay?” Remus looked up, a glazed look in his eyes.

 “Remus? Hello? There’s nothing wrong is there?” Sirius was starting to sound alarmed, so Remus did the only thing he could think of. He threw himself onto the other man, kissing him so passionately that Sirius’ hip hit against the kitchen table.

 And, as clothes were flung off and Sirius was pushed onto the table, the Daily Prophet sailed to the floor, the headline in bold print for everyone to see:

 “Sirius Black Pardoned for the Murder of Lily and James Potter!”

 HPDM             HPDM             HPDM             HPDM             HPDM             HPDM             HPDM

 “So, where are you taking me?” Draco asked as Harry pulled him along. Harry had dragged Draco into the Forbidden Forest as soon as he was out of sight of his team.

 “I want to show you something.” Harry sounded excited, which seemed entirely strange to Draco. What could be exciting about being in a forest that harbored creatures that could kill humans with minimal effort?

 Eventually, they came to a clearing. The canopy of leaves parted and let the sun shine onto a small lake. The water was translucent and sparkled merrily. A waterfall roared away opposite them, partially concealed by a massive boulder.

 Harry let go of his hand, took off his shoes and stepped into the water.

 “You said, that time, that you wanted to see it again, see me dance.”

 Draco remembered; when they were in limbo, he saw Harry dance for him in one of the creeks he had summoned. It was the most magnificent thing he had ever seen; Harry had been breathtakingly beautiful in those moments.

 “Thank you.” A serene voice – Harry’s – fluttered into his hearing. And then he was dancing; lifting the water to flow around him, stepping from stone to stone, arms twisting in fluid movement, bending at the hips, hair flying in a seemingly choreographed movement.

 “I thought you couldn’t do that out of limbo; read people’s minds, I mean.” Harry was cleared of most of the rocks near the shoreline, twirling and moving his body to an imaginary tune. Water formed half created images before breaking apart from Harry’s arms slashing through them.

 “I said it depended on certain things, not that I straight out couldn’t do it.” And Harry was in front of him, smiling at the half surprised look on Draco’s face. Harry gently took his hand, pulling him into the water. It wasn’t as cold as Draco thought it was going to be, but not as warm as he hoped it would have been either. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist, pulling him close. The water got deeper as they went further in, and briefly Draco thought that perhaps he should rid himself of some clothes, lest he drown in them. Then, Harry adjusted his grip on Draco, somehow managing to pull him closer, and the idea quickly fled him. They were closer to the waterfall, some of the mists from it sprinkled over them every few seconds.