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20
For Summery, warnings, spoilers and disclaimers see chapter one.
Chapter Twenty: Happy birthday to us
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“Happy birthday to mee, Happy birthday tooo meeee, Happy birthday to me and Mooooonyyyy, Happy birthday to us…”
“That was wonderful, James,” Sirius said when he pulled his fingers out of his ears, “Please don’t do it again…” James looked hauntingly at his friend, and spun on his heel, turning his back at the lot of them- nothing was going to spoil his party mood tonight!
“So, are we ready?” Remus asked quickly before a raw could brew between his friends, which no doubt would lead to a shouting match, which they didn’t have time for since their party guests were about to arrive. Harry looked around him, taking in the sight of the Room of Requirements, completely transformed to host a magnificent birthday party.
The huge room was decorated with lair upon lair of crêpe paper chains in every colour imaginable and huge clusters of balloons curtsy of Sirius Black. Harry thought it looked like a club-full of the most colourful drag-queens exploded all over the room but he figured it was Remus and James’ fault for giving Sirius the decorating job to begin with.
Against the far wall stood a big table where the birthday cake was proudly presented, a three tyres tall cake with white frosting and little red marzipan roses. And yes, it was originally meant to be a wedding cake but apparently the couple in question had a major raw two days prior to the wedding and called it off, leaving the poor baker with the cake. Harry and Remus managed to get it off his hands for twelve galleons and four sickles (which was their whole cake budget and would probably suffice for a small tray of scones otherwise), well at least they removed the little figures of the bride and groom from the top.
Against the wall to the left of the cake was a long table full of nibbles- mini tarts and chocolate éclairs, chocolate fudge and an assortment of biscuits along side fresh cut vegetables and all sorts of crisps and various dips. Even the Hogwarts House-elves knew what was the best party around…
Opposite to the grab was the beverages table complete with six cases of butterbeer, a huge bowl of fruit punch which Sirius generously spiked with gin and firewhiskey and would probably taste good but only after you had at least three shots of something else. There were also plenty of soft drinks and alcoholic stuff that James and Peter (the alcohol committee) got from Merlin knows where and were probably bordering on illegal. All in all it promised to be a smashing party.
“We’re all set, you can start letting people in.” Harry said in satisfaction and Sirius bounded happily to the door to let the gathering masses in. Soon the room filled with up-bit music and a herd of teenagers all ready to party till they dropped.
Harry squeezed his way to the alcohol table to get a butterbeer, smiling and trying to be a gracious host in general, even though it wasn’t strictly his party. A pair of warm and familiar arms slid around him and he snuggled back into his boyfriend’s embrace. Remus smiled and kissed Harry’s cheek, he didn’t care if anyone saw them together, in fact he was quite glad to have all his ex-stress relievers (as Harry liked to call them) around and watching in jealousy as he claimed ownership on the best looking bloke in Hogwarts.
“Having fun?” He purred in Harry’s ear, causing the latter to shiver a little, gods he better stay clear of Remus tonight or he might just jump him in front of half the school…
“How about you, it’s your party after all.” Remus shrugged,
“Not really, it’s just a convenient excuse for the guys to get smashed drunk.” He answered cheerfully, each year this party was just another reminder that he was a year older and not quite like the rest, being both a werewolf and gay apparently won you no credit points, not to mention the fact that you had to hide at least one of these facts or else you’d be in a heap of trouble. But this year he was happy, in love and it was all thanks to Jaime.
“Like they really need an excuse…” Harry muttered in good-humour. He took a sip from his drink and tightened Remus arm around his waist, not really feeling like letting go and scanned the hall. People were talking and eating, dancing and laughing, a perfect picture of house unity- too bad there were hardly any Ravenclaws and no Slytherins present… “Oh, there’s Alex!” Harry cried happily when he spotted Draco slinking into the room doing his best to look out of place, “I better go and say hello.” He turned to Remus and placed a soft kiss on his lips, “Would that be ok?” Remus looked at the pleading aquamarine eyes and smiled,
“Oh, this is the bit where I do my jealous thing right?” He asked in mock-seriousness, “Hmm, no you can’t go there, I don’t want you anywhere near that boy, you hear me?” He said cheerfully and Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head,
“Keep working on it, you’re almost there…” Remus shrugged and nodded happily. Harry gave him one last peck on the lips and grabbed another bottle from the table before he started making his way through the masses.
“Hey there. I’m so glad you could make it.” He greeted Draco when he arrived, handing the new bottle to the other boy and clinking their necks together in greeting. Draco smiled slightly and took a sip from the offered bottle, whatever possessed him to come to a Gryffindor-Hufflepuff party…
“Yeah.” He muttered, feeling a little better despite himself now that Harry was there and he didn’t have to stand there like a complete idiot.
“I see you couldn’t drag Snape with you, shame, I thought he liked Remus.” Harry said flippantly, not that he really expected to see Snape here or cared if he did, he just wanted to know what pearls of wisdom Snape had to offer as an excuse,
“He doesn’t like your wolf, he tolerates him.” Draco answered with a snort, Snape didn’t do ‘like’ with anyone. “He said he would never come to something like this, he thinks your friends are Satanists.”
“What? Why would he think that?” Harry asked with a chuckle, there was a lot you could say about the Marauders, and most things would probably be true, but Satanists?
“I think his exact words were- They’re in league with Satan, and not in the fun sacrifice animals way…” Draco recited, trying to hold back his laughter, Snape could be such a drama queen when he wanted to…
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Harry asked between bouts of laughter, this sounded exactly like something his snarky potions professor would say, and still it didn’t make much sense to him,
“Knowing Snape it could mean anything.” Draco answered, equally amused. They sipped their beverages in silence for a little while, trying to come up with something to talk about. It was amazing how when they were alone they couldn’t stop talking but as soon as they had company they turned into mute fishes. A strong clutch on Harry’s biceps nearly caused him to spit his butterbeer. He looked behind him to see the fiery red hair of his mother peaking cautiously around his shoulder,
“Lily, what the hell?” He grunted, and Lily stood up straight and hugged him from behind,
“I’m trying to hide.” She explained pleasantly,
“I can see that. Why are you hiding?”
“I’m hiding from James, he wants to ask me for a dance.” At that Draco nearly chocked on his butterbeer, coughing and splattering with laughter, Harry tried his best to ignore him, especially since Lily was looking far too amused,
“What’s wrong with dancing with your boyfriend on his birthday?” Harry asked irritably,
“I like my toes to remain intact, thank you very much.” By now Draco was a quivering mass of laughter, wheezing against the wall. Harry held his head high and refused to acknowledge the Slytherin’s antics. Oh, he knew what had Draco giggling like a madman! “What’s so funny?” Lily asked curiously, and Draco wiped his eyes and took a calming breath,
“Well, let’s just say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree…” Lily turned her bright green eyes to Harry, whose jaw was set, trying to look as offended as possible,
“Are you done?” He snapped at Draco, who shook his head merrily, much to Harry’s annoyance,
“You should have seen him, forth year’s Yule ball… His poor partner wanted to die…” To Harry’s complete horror and disgust his own mother and his so-called friend were laughing together at his expance!
“Bugger off, both of you!” He snapped and pushed his way into the crowd, going to find Remus for comfort while the echoes of Lily and Draco’s laughter followed him. Behind him the two were slowly bringing themselves out of their stupor, looking mightily pleased with each other.
“Hey, I’m Lily.” Lily said with a wide smile and reached her hand for a shake. Draco looked at her hand and hesitated for a second, before he grabbed the delicate hand and shook it,
“Alex.” Lily looked at him shrewdly, crossing her arms over her chest,
“You’re a pure-blood aren’t you?” Draco smiled,
“Yes I am.” Lily snorted dismissively,
“Don’t look so smug you snobbish git! You flinched when I offered my hand- too good to shake the hand of mudblood?” Draco’s jaw dropped in shock, truth be told, be didn’t think about blood purity at all- it was just that he wasn’t overly used to shake strange girls’ hands… girls from well bred pure-blooded families rarely shake hands, it was considered a manly trait. Besides, he was tipsy, and not seeing well, yeah, that’s it- tipsy!
“I didn’t flinch, you daft wench!” He snarled back at her. Even though he was on rather friendly terms with Harry now days it didn’t mean he had to be nice to his mum!
“Who are your parents?” Lily asked with narrowed eyes, this boy had something familiar in his demeanour, too bad all she could remember from the first time she saw him was blond.
“I’m afraid I’m not in liberty to divulge this information.” Draco answered with a tilt up of his chin and that was quite enough for all the pieces of the puzzle to drop in place,
“You don’t have to, I can read you like an open book!” Lily said triumphantly, “You’re Narcissa’s boy.” Draco gazed at her with eyes so wide Lily thought they would fall out of their sockets,
“What are you?” He whispered hoarsely, edging away from her. Harry told him that Lily was exceptionally smart but this was down right freaky!
“A keen observant of the human behaviour,” Lily answered flippantly, “And as much as you like to think that you’re Lucius Malfoy’s clone- your body language is pure Narcissa.” Draco stared at her, one part of him wanted to grill Lily and dig up all the information he could about his parents school-days, the other just wanted to run away from those piercing green eyes that were so like and unlike Harry’s.
“I… you’re…” He cleared his throat and pulled himself to his full height, trying to regain composure over himself,
“Wanna dance?” Draco closed his eyes as if in pain, trying to figure out how to refuse politely, this is after all a woman that even Severus Snape fears…
“Sure.” Lily beamed and started pulling him to the dance floor before Draco could take back the words his traitorous tongue so easily provided.
From the other side of the room Harry watched as his mother led the slightly stunned Draco to the dance floor. Draco looked like he was shocked by his own actions which Harry suspected was the case, but Lily had her way with people and there were very few men that could say no to her.
“So now we’re setting up Alex with Lily?” Remus asked, not entirely sober anymore, and leaned against Harry for support, “It’s going to be difficult you know, she’s got a boyfriend already…” He chuckled to himself and hiccupped. Sirius’ punch was quite stiff, like a… punch to the gut… Remus giggled at his own mental pun, gods he was getting slow- he needed another drink.
“We’re not setting up anyone!” Harry insisted, he was done with this sort of things. “I have a feeling Lily is teaching Alex a little lesson.” He said with a satisfied voice, looking at his mother as she guided Draco along the dance floor, causing the other boy to work quite hard to keep up with her,
“What sort of lesson?” Remus asked, snuggling deeper into Harry’s side, before he decided it wasn’t enough and took Harry’s arms, wrapping them around him,
“The difference between muggle-born and pure-blood girls.” Harry tried to silently endure Remus’ fidgeting, just like he was doing in bed every night, tossing and turning and moving Harry all around the bed until he found a comfortable position. In general Harry found this all quite amusing, because it was mostly just Remus trying to get as much contact as he could before he dropped to sleep.
“What the hell is Lily doing dancing with that Slytherin scum?” Came a growl next to them and Harry looked at his father, who was looking rather murderous, eyes fixed on his girlfriend and Draco. Harry wanted to roll his eyes, how Neanderthal of James…
“He’s not scum and Lily has a right to dance with whom ever she chooses!” Harry snapped, and James turned his glare to his son,
“Then why won’t she dance with me?”
“That’s because you dance like a troll and Lily didn’t wear her iron-cast shoes tonight…” Remus chuckled to himself and Harry tried not to laugh, because that would tick James off and, well, he didn’t really want to cause any embarrassing scenes.
“That’s not the point, she shouldn’t be dancing with a filthy Slytherin!” James insisted stubbornly, and Harry turned at him, detangling himself from Remus almost unconsciously,
“He’s not a filthy Slytherin, he’s my friend and I’d appreciate it if you don’t bad mouth my friends!” He hissed, it was like Snape’s memory all over again! That same un-based prejudice that was creating house-rivalry because no one bothered to get to know the other, and Harry was damned if he was just going to stand aside and contribute to it again.
“Then maybe you should take a good look of who your friends are then…” Harry couldn’t believe his ears, he wanted to shake James, to yell at him to grow up and stop being such an idiot, because it was killing him that his own dad was spewing such nonsense, I mean what kind of example is it to your unborn yet seventeen years old son?
“Maybe you should get down from your high tree and try to meet new people, are you scared you might actually find out that Slytherins can be humans?” Truth be told, Harry was feeling a wee bit hypocritical right now, after all, if he and Draco hadn’t fell through that time alcove, they would probably never take the time to get to know each other… which in turn made him even more upset at what James was saying- no one likes to have a mirror placed in front of them showing their faults, “No-one in our dorms has a problem with Slytherins, except for you and Sirius, Mr. bigot and Mr. snob!”
“That’s because Peter is a sniveling rat and Remus will fuck anything with a cock!” At that point James and Harry were facing each other, faces inches apart, yelling at each other while the rest of the crowd stood gobsmacked around them. Remus was looking rather embarrassed that the argument’s focus shifted to him but even he wasn’t mad enough to go between the two, not when he could practically see the magical energy swirling around them,
“Take that back!” Harry hissed venomously. James’ face contorted into an ugly smile,
“What, can’t handle the truth? That your precious boyfriend is the biggest slut that ever walked past the gates of Hogwarts?” James didn’t even have time to gloat after that because Harry’s fist connected with his jaw with such force that it sent the stag staggering backwards straight into Sirius’ arms, who only came to see what the commotion was all about.
Harry stood there panting, completely shocked by what he had done, when he felt a little tag on his arm. He looked up to see Remus, grim and flushed beside him. The sight of his love’s face made Harry snap out of his stupor and he grabbed Remus’ hand and started shoving his way out of the room. The crowd, too shocked to do anything but stare parted silently to let Harry pass. Lily was looking at him in a mix of reproach and admiration and Draco just looked amused more than anything.
A/N:
The sentence “In league with Satan, and not in the fun sacrifice animals way” is something Love-orthelack-thereof (A.K.A Kat) wrote in one of her reviews and I just loved it too much to pass it over- so here it is. Thanks, girl.
I think that if the Marauders were Satanists, they be the kind from “Good Omens” by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman.