Hey, what do you know! It's a sequel to The Most Unlikely Dare! This is going to be a rather short fic, but I'm hoping that everyone finds it at least a bit humorous. Think of this as, I dunno, an interlude to something. To another sequel. Geez, before you know it, I'm going to have a whole arc on my hands . . . now just what to call it? =p

"So this little closet is your room, eh?" Draco said, glancing around, sitting on the only available space in the room; Harry's lap.

"Actually, this room is much larger than the closet I DID live in before," Harry replied. "Ummmm. . ." He paused, wondering how to put into words just how dead he would be if Uncle Vernon came in and saw Draco.

"What?" Draco said, turning to Harry, "I missed you a lot." Before Harry could say anything, Draco continued. "I wanted to come see you. So I found out from Ron where you live and came right on over!"

"Great, just great," muttered Harry. He sighed, and said to Draco, "Now, see, it's not like I really hate you or anything - because I don't! - but how in the world am I going to explain to Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia why you're here?"

Draco shrugged. "It's only a week, I'm sure they'll be fine with the idea."

"You have no clue," Harry replied. He pushed Draco off his lap onto his bed, and got up and started pacing the small bedroom. "Well, I could keep you in here - Aunt Petunia doesn't come in here anymore - but that might still be hard. . ."

"Why don't I just stay here, and be your guest?" Draco asked.

"Because my aunt and uncle would kill me," Harry said simply. "I mean, you have no idea . . . " Harry trailed off before he could stare going on and on about it in an angst like state to get people to saw aawww. He chose instead to simply shrug.

"Don't worry," Draco said, "I'm sure there will be a perfectly happy ending!"

"How, pray tell, can you tell?" asked Harry curiously.

"I'm physic!" declared Draco, grinning so widely that Harry couldn't help but laugh.

"Ok, so maybe this isn't the greatest set-up, but I'll think of something," Harry said, and grinned. "I am 'The Boy Who Lived' and whatever other six hundred titles I seem to possess."

"Better than being considered one of the evilest members of the school, even though I've only been there for three years."

Harry grinned again and shook his head, "Nah, Snape's worse!"

There was silence for five seconds, and then suddenly an owl burst through the window, bearing a howler, which opened up and started screeching loudly, "HOW DARE YOU SUGGEST THAT SNAPE IS EVIL! SNAPE IS AMAZING! AND HOT ALSO! AND DON'T EVER BE MEAN TO HIM AGAIN OR I'LL COME KILL YOU MYSELF! Thank you."

It burst into flame and disappeared. Draco and Harry exchanged scared glanced.

"Okay then . . . " Draco said.

"What if my aunt and uncle heard that?" Harry said, nervously.

He didn't need to wait long; within 2.4 seconds, Uncle Vernon had come into the room. "What in the DEVIL was that SHOUTING I just heard?" He glared at Harry.

Harry glanced at Draco, and shrugged. "Dunno."

"I know you know, boy! You're one of THOSE types!" Uncle Vernon replied, not seeing Draco in his kind of blind fury type rage.

'Does that mean he knows I'm gay? No, wait, he means a wizard!' Harry thought, and then looked at his uncle. "Ummmmmmmm."

Uncle Vernon shot him a glare that could melt ice in Antartica. 'Note to self' Harry thought to himself briefly, 'If there is ever a science fair at Hogwarts, do an experiment on how glares can melt ice.'

"ANSWER ME!" glared Uncle Vernon.

Draco looked to Harry. "That's child abuse and you don't have to talk it!" He blinked, and then groaned. "Did I seriously just say that? There goes my badass reputation. . ."

Ignoring Uncle Vernon for the moment (which was hard indeed since Uncle Vernon took up like half the space in the room) Harry said to Draco, "Nah, I think you're still badass. Cept for if you start crying now, because then that's just pathetic."

"Well, DUH."

Uncle Vernon's eyes seemed to finally have worked properly for once, and he looked at Draco as if seeing him for the first time (and it probably was the first time anyway).

"Who is HE?" Uncle Vernon said in a slow, even voice - the one he had been practicing for years and waiting for a moment such as this to use it.

"Ummm, a friend . . ." Harry said slowly.

In the same practiced calm voice, Uncle Vernon said, "Did I TELL you that you could have a friend over?"

Draco whispered into Harry's ear, "He's got some major anger management problems, and control issues."

Harry bit back a grin, as he nodded.


"No, but you never said I couldn't," Harry said.

Uncle Vernon looked confused for a minute; he really couldn't process information that fast. Then he glared. "I will not tolerate -"

"You know what," Harry said, "Neither will I. I'm going to get my godfather to come here and turn you into a bat."

Uncle Vernon suddenly paled. "YOU WOULDN'T DARE!"

Harry took out a piece of parchment. "Watch me!"

Draco watched as Harry and his uncle battled it out verbally. After awhile, it started to get really boring. After all, there really IS only so long you can listen to two guys yell at each other.

"Right then. I'm just going to put my stuff away and then go downstairs," Draco said, "I hope you don't mind me sharing your bed, Harry!" He added cheerfully and stuffed his stuff into the wardrobe and practically skipped out of the room.

"Draco!" Harry said, "Wait for me!"

"You're not going ANYWHERE!" Uncle Vernon said angrily. "What's this about SHARING A BED WITH HIM?"

Harry meeped a little. "We're, um, good friends," he said, and ran downstairs.


"Draco, where'd you run off too?" grumbled Harry as he darted through the rooms, trying to find Draco and get away from Uncle Vernon at the same time.

"Who is THIS?" Draco asked Harry as Harry suddenly ran right into him. Draco was holding a picture of Dudley in all his boring glory.

"That's my cousin, Dudley," Harry said, sitting down for a minute; sprinting that much wasn't good for him when he had been sitting in his room for seven days straight.

"Looks more like a pig," Draco said offhandedly.

"Yeah," Harry agreed, and was about to say something else when Uncle Vernon came into the room, looking rather evil.


Uncle Vernon yelled at them all day. For five hours straight, and then he lost his voice and glared at them the rest of the day.

Right now, they were all eating dinner. Aunt Petunia had forced Harry to take Draco to eat in the kitchen while she and Uncle Vernon and Dudley sat in the dining room. Dudley kept glancing nervously at Draco.

"What is up with your cousin?" Draco asked, eating the cheese sandwich.

"He's afraid of you," Harry said.

So the next time that Dudley glanced nervously at Draco, Draco let out an evil maniacal laugh. Dudley squeaked, sounding extremely like a pig, and didn't glance at them again. Aunt Petunia seemed to be forcing herself to eat; as if she was so uptight over the fact that there was now not just one, but two wizards in her house.

"Vernon, what should we do?" she said, quietly.

Having regained part of his voice, Uncle Vernon said, "I'd beat the stuffing out of that damn boy, but then he'd write to his godfather and we'd all be bats."

Dudley let out a squeak.

"But we can't have them in our house!" Aunt Petunia said shrilly, boarding on hysteria. "We can't, we can't, we can't!" Her voice rose steadily.

"Petunia! Be quiet; they'll hear . . ." he said nervously.

In the kitchen, Harry couldn't help but laugh as he heard his aunts voice say shrilly, "Wait, they're sharing a BED! Oh, Vernon, it's worse than I thought!"

"How in the world do you put up with these people?" Draco asked drolly. "I'm surprised I haven't cursed them yet."

"Don't, they'll just get mad at me."

"But what can they do?" replied Draco happily. "You know Harry, I think I'm going to LIKE staying here for the rest of the week."

"You're kidding, right?" Harry said, eyes wide open.

"Not at all. Come upstairs and help me unpack my stuff?" Draco asked as they deposited the plates into the sink.

"Sure, but then I'll need to come downstairs and wash the dishes," Harry said. They started making their way up the stairs.

"Don't you have a maid or something for that?" Draco asked.

Harry gave Draco a Look. "My uncle and aunt consider me the maid," he said.

"Well, I still say you should curse them."


Draco hadn't brought too much stuff; just enough clothing to last a month and some hair gel. "Why don't you try keeping your hair ungelled?" Harry suggested.

"No, you just don't want gel on your pillow, right, Harry?" Draco grinned.

"How'd you guess?" Harry said, sticking out his tongue. "No, seriously -"

Whatever he was about to say was cut off when Draco said, seriously, "Don't stick out your tongue at me unless you intend to use it."

Harry let out a little eep noise, but then grinned.

And stuck out his tongue.

"I warned you Harry," Draco said, moving forward, and pushing Harry onto the bed, which was really the only soft surface in the room. The bed was actually pretty darn nice since it HAD belonged to Dudley before, so besides having a rather large indent in the shape of Dudley . . .

Ahem, back to the matters at hand.

Draco's own tongue darted forward to wrestle with Harry's. They battled for control; Draco won, and he pinned down Harry.

"You know," he whispered huskily to Harry, "There are some things I've been dying to do to you lately."

"Like?" Harry said, as Draco pulled of his shirt, and trailed kisses down his neck.

"For one thing, it was your birthday just a week ago . . .so you need your present, don't you?" Draco said.

"Hermione and Ron said they'd give me their presents at Ron's house," Harry said.

"Yes, but what about me? I want to give you your present too," Draco said, pulling off his own shirt.

"Well, you can give me a present too, if you want," Harry said, "No one's stopping you."

"I think I'll give you your present right now," Draco said with an air of finality. He unzipped Harry's pant swiftly to give even more meaning to his words.

Harry suddenly found himself very much exposed to Draco, who was grinning at him. He tried to form words, but suddenly found himself at a loss for words as Draco bent down. "Is . . . the door . . . locked?" He asked.

"Dunno, don't care," Draco replied swiftly, quietly. He ducked his head down, and Harry realized (a bit late, but that's ok) that this was Draco's idea of a present. He was getting the best blowjob of his life (also, his second one ever, since the Potions incident during summer school).

"Mmmmmm," Harry moaned, grabbing onto the sheets, and clawing at the walls as Draco's head bobbed up and down for a moment before taking Harry fully in his mouth.

It was perfect.

And of course, that meant -

"WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?" Uncle Vernon had, of course, came to see what the thumps upstairs were. "WHAT IN THE DEVILS NAME ARE YOU DOING?"

Harry struggled to look at his uncle; Draco kept going anyway. "What does it look like?" panted Harry. "I'm getting my birthday present. Leave."

"Harry, this is just wrong," Uncle Vernon said, incredibly angry. "I want him out of here NOW!"

"NO!" replied Harry, although he found it hard to concentrate while Draco did amazing things with his tongue.

"Harry, I'm warning you," threatened Uncle Vernon.

"And I'm warning you," Harry managed to say in between moans, "Leave me alone now."

'Don't think I won't forget this," Uncle Vernon said angrily, and turned and excited the room.

Harry came moments later, and while Draco licked it all up, Harry sighed and leaned back. "He's going to annoy us all week. Maybe we'd best wait until later."

Draco sighed, but then nodded. And then he grinned widely. "I have the best idea ever!"

Harry blinked. "And that would be?"

"Not telling right now," Draco replied, "Let's get some sleep."

"Tell me," muttered Harry, but he was rather tired, so he decided to worry about it in the morning and he curled up with Draco to fall asleep.


"We have to get them out," Uncle Vernon said, glaring at everything.

"Vernon, what can we do? Be thankful it's only a week," Aunt Petunia said, and then suddenly she spat out, "Who am I kidding? I'm only thankful that he didn't bring home a girl like my SISTER to marry and have more . . . ABNORMAL kids."

"It's just as bad that he brought home a boy who he seems practically married too," Uncle Vernon griped.

"Daddy," Dudley suddenly said, appearing at his parents bedroom. "Daddy, mommy, there's an odd thumping noise coming from Harry's room. I'm scared. And there's odd moaning noises too. What are they daddy, what are they?"

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia exchanged horrified looks.

Indeed, it would be a LOOONG seven days.