Together

Hermione was furious. Why you might ask? Well, she just saw Ron Weasley, her boyfriend, making out with Lavender Brown in the Gryffindor Common Room. Tears barely leaked from her eyes before she roughly wiped them away. She wasn’t going to cry. Ron wasn’t worth any tears. Comfort, comfort was what she needed. But where was Harry, her usual shoulder-to-cry-on guy? She couldn’t find him anywhere!

Anybody who saw Hermione stayed out of her way and didn’t talk to her. But Hermione didn’t notice; she was to busy looking for Harry then paying attention to those scared of her because her hormones were acting up.

But Harry was nowhere to be found. Hermione had looked everywhere; the kitchen, the common room, the dormitory, the Room of Requirement, Dumbledore’s office, and even the dungeons! But the Gryffindor was nowhere to be found. Of course, that was probably because Harry wasn’t even in the castle but Hermione didn’t know that.

With a growl of frustration, Hermione stomped off to Dumbledore’s office to tell Dumbledore that she couldn’t find Harry. Of course, going to see the headmaster wasn’t the best of ideas when you’re pissed and need somebody to vent to.

With the Missing Gryffindor…

Harry was sitting at a desk with Tom in said dark wizard’s office. Currently, they were trying to figure out what song Harry could sing at the talent show that would hint that he was no longer Dumbledore’s pawn. It had only been half an hour and Harry was already bored.

“What about ‘Nobody’s Fool’ by Avril Lavigne?” Tom asked.

“How the hell to you even know about her? Isn’t that music for teens?” Harry asked with a chuckle.

“What do you expect me to listen to? Beethoven?” Tom asked, insulted.

“Maybe. How about…” Harry thought a second. “’I Hate Everything About You’ by Three Days Grace?”

“No! You’re saying you love him!” Tom exclaimed.

“Oh, yeah. Forgot about that. I like the title though,” Harry said, grinning.

“Yeah, it’s a great title,” Tom laughed.

“Okay, what about ‘Crazy Bitch’ by Buckcherry?” Harry asked.

Tom blinked. “What the fuck does that have to do with hating Dumbledore?”

Harry shrugged and though a moment. “What about… ‘Behind Those Eyes’ by 3 Doors Down?”

“That sounds good,” Tom said. “How about ‘Thnks fr th Mmrs’ by Fall Out Boy?”

“That song always sounded like it was talking about sex if you ask me. ‘Father’s Son’ by 3 Doors Down?” Harry asked.

“I don’t know. How about ‘Kryptonite’ by 3 Doors Down?” Tom suggested.

“How about we decide later. Let’s go see Ali and Ellie. I wonder what they’re going to sing!” Harry said before bounding out of the office.

Tom followed Harry out and found everybody in the living room. Apparently Ellie and Ali hadn’t chosen anything yet and were still deciding. Harry was already suggesting songs when Tom got there. The older man stayed out of it and let the others decide on the songs.

“What about ‘Cowboy’ by Kid Rock?” Ali suggested to Ellie; they were deciding on Ellie’s song first.

“When did you even decide to enter the talent show?” Tom asked his grandmother from the other side of the room.

Ali grinned and shrugged before getting back to helping Ellie decide on a song.

“What about ‘Buttons’ by Pussycat Dolls?” Harry suggested.

“No! That’d make me look like a slut. What about ‘Sk8er Boi’ by Avril Lavigne?”

“Maybe. What about ‘Mama’ by My Chemical Romance?” Ali suggested.

“Oh, I don’t know! How about I just sing ‘Wake Me Up When September Ends’ by Green Day and be done with it?” Ellie suggested, aggravated by all the choices and indecision.

“Hm… no,” Ali said.

Ellie sighed. “How about we think of a song for you?”

“Sure. Any ideas?” Ali asked.

“Um…” Harry and Ellie looked thoughtful.

Tucked away in a corner on the other side of the room was a slowly maddening Tom. Why couldn’t they just decide on a song already? Did they have nothing better to do with their day?! Apparently not but Tom sure did! Okay… not really. But he would if he could get Harry into his bed.

Grinning, Tom daydreamed about all the terribly naughty things he would do to Harry when they were both ready. From the other side of the room Harry noticed the very odd grin on his mate’s face. Looking down he noticed a bulge in the older man’s pants. Realizing what Tom must be thinking about, he turned back to Ellie and Ali hoping that neither noticed his bright red face. If they did notice, they didn’t say anything.

“What about ‘Pain’ by Three Days Grace?” Harry suggested.

“You know what, I think I’ll surprise you. November seventh, I’ll be singing a song you never thought I’d sing!” Ali promised. “Now, if Tom would come back to us from his little, ahem, dream world, we could go eat lunch.”

Grinning, Harry ran over and jumped on Tom’s lap, successfully snapping the man out of his daydream. Dragging Tom by the wrist, Harry took him to the dining room where Ellie and Ali sat already eating.

When lunch was over Harry and Ellie had to say their goodbyes; they had to be at Hogwarts before they were missed. Harry gave Tom a ridiculously long goodbye kiss while Ellie just gave everybody a hug, even Harry.

“Why did you give me a hug,” the Gryffindor questioned.

Ellie shrugged and touched Harry’s ring. Hissing the password, Harry and Ellie were portkeyed back to Hogwarts, the Room of Requirement to be exact. Skipping, Ellie left the room, most likely to find and bug Draco. Harry, though, went to the Gryffindor common room. He still had to pick out a song to sing at the talent show and wasn’t anywhere closer to picking.

With Draco…

Everything was going fine with his drawing until Ellie showed up. After working on his picture for nearly an hour getting all the little details done, Ellie shows up and scares the shit out of him. Now there was a long, light line running straight through the picture. Even though it was light, the smallest thing can make the picture terrible. Draco worked frantically to remove it, occasionally stopping to look up and scowl at the grinning girl.

“Whatcha doing?” Ellie asked after Draco finished his frantic erasing.

“Drawing a picture for the talent show,” came the muttered reply.

Draco looked over the picture to make sure it was perfect. Once satisfied that it was fine, he began to work on it some more while ignoring Ellie. Finally deciding that she’d done enough damage, Ellie went to bug someone else. That someone was Blaise.

“Hey Blaise!” Ellie called, running into the common room from the dormitories.

“Hey Ellie,” Blaise said, waving her over.

Blaise was probably Ellie’s only male friend in Slytherin; most others thought she was weird which is why the only boyfriend she ever had was Blaise, and that was only for a week before they decided it didn’t really work.

Ellie sat down with Blaise and they both began to talk about the talent show; who was entering, who they thought would win, what they were going to do, and about why Dumbles decided to do a talent show all of a sudden. Draco came down a few minutes later. Rolling his eyes at the two, he left for lunch as he hadn’t eaten yet.

With Hermione…

Somewhere Hermione was talking to Dumbledore about the missing Potter. Apparently they hadn’t realized that somebody used a portkey to leave or get into the castle and were clueless that Harry was gone or that he’d come back. Because of this an angry Dumbledore sent Hermione to double check everywhere she could think of where he could be.

Oh and why, you ask, was kind ‘ole Dumbles angry? Well… Hermione kind of got this hormonal thing going on and kinda, sorta pissed Dumbledore off. You don’t want to know exactly what “kind” words were shared.

Anyway, Hermione checked and double checked everywhere until she came to the Room of Requirement. Upon reaching the door it opened. Harry stepped out with Ellie Riddle. Both were smiling until they saw Hermione looking at them suspiciously at them.

“Hello Harry. I’ve been looking for you. Professor Dumbledore would like to see you,” Hermione said, eyeing the, what she thought, couple.

“See ya later Harry!” Ellie yelled, grinning, before running of to the Slytherin common room.

Shaking his head, a small smile forming on his lips, Harry headed to Dumbledore’s office. After saying the password (Smarties) he stepped into Dumbledore’s office. Sitting there in all his glory was Albus Dumbledore, the greatest chess player of all time. At least, that’s what Harry thought in mockery of the old coot.

“Hello Harry, my boy. Lemon drop?” Dumbledore asked cheerfully.

Harry declined politely.

“Do you like… playing chess Harry?” Dumbledore asked, continuing the chess game he was playing against himself before Harry arrived.

“Sometimes,” Harry said slowly, eyeing the old wizard in front of him suspiciously.

“I rather like playing it. A challenge, you know? I find it rather fun strategizing. Of course,” Dumbledore turned serious, “when the chess piece doesn’t listen it’s rather hard to win.”

Harry knew exactly what Dumbledick was hinting at. He wanted Harry to follow orders and do what he was told. Exactly like a chess piece. But Harry didn’t play that way. Soon Dumbledore would find out exactly who the true chess master was. The hard way.

Narrowing his eyes, Harry replied. “Yes, it would be rather difficult to win if a piece doesn’t follow orders. It’s also better if the pieces trust the player. If they don’t, then they won’t want to follow orders nor will they help you win.”

Dumbledore’s eyes narrowed. Maybe he had said too much but Dumbledore needed to be taken down a notch. Smirking, Harry motioned for Dumbledore to continue his chess match against himself.

“Indeed,” Dumbledore muttered, continuing his chess match. “You may go.”

Still smirking, Harry left to go find Draco. He hadn’t seen the boy since breakfast. Eventually he made his way into the Slytherin common room thanks to Ellie. He found Draco in his room working on his picture.

“Hey Drakey,” Harry said, plopping down beside the blonde on the bed.

“Don’t call me that!” Drakey growled.

Harry just grinned along with Ellie. Both brunettes looked over the blonde’s shoulder to see the unfinished picture. Nobody said anything for several minutes until Ellie suddenly jumped up.

“I need to go pick out a song and practice! See ya’ll later,” she said before jumping off the bed and running out of the room leaving the two boys struck speechless.

“She scares me sometimes,” Draco muttered several minutes later.

Harry nodded dumbly. Now he just had his song to pick out and practice.

A/N: Please don’t kill me! I didn’t mean not update in so long! I’m sorry! I’ll have another chapter ready within the next couple days if that makes you feel any better. And less homicidal. And a big thank you to all the lovely reviewers! I love you guys so much, thank you! Cookies to everybody! Well, virtual cookies.

Like it, love it, hate it? Please review!

Oh, and ya’ll get to pick the song Harry sings. The choices:

Nobody’s Fool- Avril Lavigne
I Hate Everything About You- Three Days Grace
Crazy Bitch- Buckcherry
Behind Those Eyes- 3 Doors Down
Thnks fr th Mmrs- Fall Out Boy
Father’s Son- 3 Days Grace

Need lyrics? I’ll be happy to send them to you if it will help you vote. The song won’t be revealed until the chapter with the talent show. Hell, that might be the next chapter, I don’t know yet.

Weasley twins in the next chappie, that’s for sure.