Hogwarts High II

Hogwarts High II
By Siriusly Amused

Author's Note: Yay, I'm writing this again! I really have to thank you guys for being so patient. The last six weeks or so of the semester were intense, and I really didn't have time to write. Then after graduation, I was sick for a week then had issues applying to grad school, and those issues aren't completely cleared up yet, but I actually have time to write now, so yay! After I posted the last chapter, I had a lot of really good ideas for this story…and then I forgot them all. So I'm back to making this shit up as I go! This'll be fun. Oh, and I have to thank you guys for being so understanding about me pulling out of HHIII. I wish I could have a HHIII, but at the rate I'm going, if I did that, the series wouldn't end until I'm 30 or something. But enough of me rambling.

Disclaimer: I just realized that I've been forgetting about disclaimers on the newer fics I've been writing. I think everyone and their mother knows I don't own Harry Potter though.

Chapter Sixteen
Draco Love You Long Time

-- Harry --


I exchanged glances with the Greengrass girl, whatserface, Daisy or something. She raised an amused eyebrow at me, as though she was asking whether or not Draco was always like this. I nodded. Yes, Draco was always like this.

"WHY DO I HAVE TO SHARE A ROOM WITH THEM?" Draco continued loudly. He glared at the four adults standing by the doorway to our attic bedroom. We had just returned to Hogwarts Hills, and Matt Greengrass was showing us around his already furnished manor; it rested high up on a hill on the outskirts of town. From the windows in our attic bedroom, we could see the early morning traffic as people made their way to work and school.

Matt looked at Draco kindly. "Draco, Draco, Draco," he said, shaking his head. "We only have five regular bedrooms in this house, and the four of us," he indicated himself, Sirius, Remus and Narcissa, "need our own rooms. And we should have a bedroom free for guests. Which leaves you three to this room."

Draco glared at the older man for a minute, the vein over his right eye twitching madly. He then sprang forward and grabbed Demi or whatever her name is.

"I'LL IMPREGNATE HER!" he threatened. "I WILL!"

Sirius rolled his eyes. "That still leaves you sharing a room with Harry."


"You do that, honey," Narcissa said.

I shook my head at Draco, who was breathing heavily in his rage. "You really didn't pay any attention to Snape in health last year, did you?" I asked him.

"No. Why do you ask?"

A chuckle sounded around the room as the adults smiled at one another. Remus' smile faltered.

"A voice in the back of my head is telling me that we probably should put Daphne in a different room," he said.

"DAPHNE!" I exclaimed loudly. "That's it!" I turned to her apologetically. "I'm sorry, I forgot your name."

"WHAT?" she asked, obviously offended.

Draco patted her on the head. "Don't mind Harry; he's fugly and loserish."



"IF WE CAN JUST GET BACK TO THE SITUATION AT HAND!" Remus interrupted. He had come to stand between Draco and I, prohibiting our fight from continuing. "Seriously, they're teenagers and not related. We're asking for trouble by making them share a room."

"Oh, don't worry," Daphne said. "I'm saving myself for Johnny Depp. No guy's gotten me to change my mind yet."

"You don't say?" Draco asked, interested.

"Oh great!" Narcissa said, throwing her arms up exasperatedly. "Now he's up for the challenge!"

"He won't succeed," Daphne assured.

Draco scowled for a moment before shaking his head and smiling once again. "It doesn't matter," he said, crossing the room and sitting on one of the three beds. "I'm currently in a red hot romance with Ginny Weasley."

Something clenched in my chest at his words. "What?" I asked him. "I thought you and Ginny called it off?"

Draco stared at me curiously. "Why would we do that, Potter?"

"Well…because…I mean…I'm back now."

A soft chuckle escaped Draco's lips as he shook his head at me. "Come on, Harry! Everyone knows that I'm hotter than you!"

Daphne turned and nodded at me. "He is hotter than you, Harry."

"You definitely don't stand a chance," Draco continued. "Ginny will pick me."

"You want to bet on that, Malfoy?" I asked.

"Sure, because I know I'll win," Malfoy retaliated.

"Alright, you kids have fun gamboling and start unpacking," Matt announced gregariously as he ushered the other adults out of the room. "We have some important phone calls to make."

Draco held his hand out to me. "Fifty bucks says she picks me."

I stared at his hand for a moment before shaking it firmly. "You're on."

"And you're both idiots," Daphne replied. She picked up one of her many suitcases and brought it over to the bed furthest from Draco's.

"And why's that?" I asked her. Draco seemed to prefer ignoring her completely; he was rummaging around one of his own suitcases frantically, his brow knitted. Daphne didn't answer me; she merely shot me a cheeky grin, shrugged her shoulders and turned back to her dresser as she put her clothes in its drawers.

"Aha!" Draco announced triumphantly, waving a roll of duct tape over his head. The same role of duct tape I had used to retrain him in the car on New Years Eve.

Daphne and I watched him curiously as he began sticking the tape on the floor around his bed. He glared at us once he was finished.

"This is my space!" he announced, pointing to the line of duct tape. "I'll stay out of your space if you stay out of mine!"

His space consisted of a half circle around his bed and dresser; it did not include the way to the door. Daphne and I exchanged amused smiles. "Alright," we consented at once.

Draco knitted his brow in confusion; he obviously thought we would put up a fight about it. Then he looked down at what his space actually encompassed.

"Oh crap."

-- Hermione --

"Is this really necessary?" I asked, half out of breath as I hopped sideways on one foot with the secretaries. The Soulja Boy dance craze had apparently hit the office of Hogwarts High.

"Almost done, dear," one of the secretaries said. She was wearing sunglasses that had 'Soulja Secretary' written on them.

I sighed and maneuvered my way out of the dancing group, plopping into the chair outside of Dumbledore's office, completely exhausted. And all I wanted was my schedule so that I could go to class.

The door to Dumbledore's office was opened, and his voice echoed out to me; he appeared to be talking to someone on the phone. Not wanting to be rude, I tried to tune him out, but then he said a name that had me leaning closer, listening intently:

"Yes, Mr. Black, we'd be delighted to have Harry back!" There was a pause in which my mouth went dry and my heart pounded desperately against my ribs. Surely Dumbledore was talking to a different Mr. Black about a different Harry? As far as I knew, Sirius was dead and Harry was living with a different family. But then Dumbledore spoke again:

"Yes, we'd be happy to have Mr. Malfoy back too. I'm sure Poppy misses his frequent visits. Seeing as both he and the Weasley twins are gone this year, not many students have been going to the nurse's office."

"Here you go, dear," a secretary said, suddenly appearing out of nowhere and handing me my class schedule. She then returned to dancing. I stayed sitting outside of Dumbledore's office, unable to move as he finished his phone call.

"Yes, they can register tomorrow and start classes on Wednesday." He paused again as he listened to whatever Sirius was saying. "Yes, you too," Dumbledore said. "But I must go now; I think I have a student listening in."

I startled suddenly, jumping out of my chair and glancing into his office apologetically. He hung up the phone and folded his hands on his desk while he smiled benevolently at me and winked.

"I believe you're late for Honors English III, Miss Granger."

"Oh crap!" I swore, turning on my heel suddenly. I Soulja Boyed out of the office and ran through the halls and up the stairs as my body tried to get to class and my brain tried to register what I had just found out: Harry and Draco were back in town, seemingly for good.

I found Mr. Slughorn's classroom and burst through the doors quickly, my shoulders rising and falling as I tried to catch my breath.

"Well someone's excited about the Transcendentalists!" Slughorn commented happily from his podium. The rest of the class, Ron included, gazed quizzically at me over their shoulders; I appeared way too excited for Slughorn's famously hard English class. No one knew that I was excited about something else entirely.

I shot an embarrassed grin at my classmates as I came up the aisle and settled in the empty desk next to Ron's; my mind vaguely registered that the desk must have been Noelle's before she left. I grinned widely at Ron, wanting to tell him the news.

"Anyway, Mr. Weasley, what were you saying?" Slughorn asked, his eyes focused on Ron. Ron turned away from me and leaned forward on his desk.

"I was just saying that I think the Transcendentalists were full of shit," Ron announced.

Slughorn sighed and rubbed his temples wearily. "Language, Weasley," he scolded.

"Oh, sorry," Ron apologized. "The Transcendentalists were full of pit."

A few kids laughed, though I didn't get what was funny. I was actually really confused over Ron's choice of words.

"And why is that?" Slughorn asked. He looked almost as though he wanted to throw Ron out of the class, but couldn't for some reason. I got my surprising answer as to why Slughorn was reluctant to send Ron away as Ron continued: despite his feigned cursing, Ron actually made a good discussion.

"I thought you'd ask that, you old pastard" he said, waving his pen at Slughorn. "I didn't know how to say it myself, so over Christmas break I did some research on Transcendentalism criticism, and I agree with Edgar Allan Poe: the pucking Transcendentalists relied too heavily on pitty metaphors, and their writing was so pucking obscure that they probably didn't know what the puck they were on about! I mean, even Hawthorne was a pucking Transcendentalist, and then he suddenly changed his mind and wrote a pucking satire on it. The stupid prick."

Slughorn sighed. "I think you missed one, Ron."

"Oh, sorry," Ron apologized again, grinning as the rest of the class stifled giggles. "The stupid punt," he corrected.

Slughorn smiled faintly. "Well, Mr. Weasley, I'm glad that you did outside research without being prompted. Your classmates should learn from you and do the same. However, I'd hate for all of that outside work to go to waste, so why don't you go to in-school suspension and write a paper about Transcendentalism criticism?"

"If you say so, Mr. Slughorn," Ron said.

"I do say so."

Ron turned in his seat and sent me a cheeky grin as he collected his books and stood up, making his way to the door and prohibiting me from telling him the news. At the front of the class, Slughorn resumed his lecture, but I wasn't able to pay attention to it. I shifted in my seat; I had to tell someone, and I wanted to tell Ron. My hand shot up in the air before I even realized what I was doing.

"Yes, Miss Granger? Do you know the answer?" Slughorn asked hopefully. I wasn't even aware that he had asked the class a question.

"Um…the over-soul?" I guessed.

"Correct!" Slughorn beamed. "The Transcendentalists believed in something they called the over-soul which…"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Slughorn but…my foot hurts. Can I go to the nurse?"

Every one of my classmates stared at me suspiciously: going to the nurse for a hurt foot was Draco's excuse to get out of class. Slughorn blinked at me as though he couldn't believe what I had just asked.

"Your foot hurts, Miss Granger?" he asked.

"Yes. I think I injured it while I was running to your class," I explained.

Slughorn immediately reached for his pass book. "Yes. Yes, you should go to the nurse right away," he said as he scribbled me a pass. "I'll have Parvati take notes for you."

Parvati whimpered.

I snatched the pass out of Mr. Slughorn's hand, remembered to limp as I made my way to the door, and then broke out into a run once I was in the hallway.

I found Ron on the first floor, slowly making his way to the in-school suspension area. I increased my speed, crashed into him and dragged him into the nearby janitor's closet.

"Hermione!? What the hell?" Ron asked, gazing at me quizzically as I shut the door behind us. "I thought you had a thing with Fred now?"

"Believe it or not, Ron, I didn't drag you in here to make out," I replied, my lips pulling into a smile as I remembered the first time Ron and I met in the janitor's closet to talk and how he had tried to kiss me then.

"Oh. You're doing your crazy I Need To Talk To You In The Janitor's Closet thing again. Hermione, what can't wait until…"

"Harry and Draco are back!" I exclaimed suddenly, interrupting him. Ron's eyes went wide.

"What? Like for good?" he asked.

I nodded. "I think so."

Ron shook his head as though he didn't believe me. "Hermione, they've been adopted. Why would their new family move here?"

"I don't think they're with that family anymore!" I explained. His brow furrowed in confusion. "Look, I was in the office getting my class schedule, and I overheard a phone conversation that Dumbledore was having. I," I paused, unsure of whether or not he would believe me, "I think he was talking to Sirius."

"Sirius?" Ron asked, cocking a skeptical eyebrow. "Sirius Black?"

"Yes! Look, I know it sounds crazy but…"

"I believe you," he said softly.

Relief flooded through me as I smiled up at him. Despite everything we've been through, our friendship remained the same as it always was. Ron still trusted me.

"Where do you think they're staying?" he asked suddenly.

I frowned. "I don't know."

"I think I know someone who could find out," Ron suggested.


A sly smile pulled across his face. "Do you want to call Fred or should I?"

-- Ginny --

The sun was setting brilliantly behind Weasels as Fred walked out of the store and came up to us. Ron, Hermione and I were sitting on the hood of Old Betsy in the parking lot, waiting for whatever information Fred could gather up on Harry and Draco and their possible return to Hogwarts Hills.

"Okay, according to Billy Beerbomb," Fred said once he had reached us, his hand resting on Hermione's knee. I noticed Ron tense slightly next to me, though he didn't say anything. "Harry and Draco are at the Greengrass manor next to Dumbledore's place," Fred continued, pointing westward to where Hogwarts Hills' richest homes sat on top of a large hill.

"Greengrass?" Ron asked, furrowing his brow.

Fred shrugged. "Billy said that Matt Greengrass grew up here before getting rich somehow. He keeps a home here though he spends most of his time in New York."

"How does Harry and Draco know this Greengrass guy?" I asked. None of this was making sense to me.

"Harry and Draco don't know him," Fred said, smiling. "Sirius and Narcissa do."

I nearly fell off of the car in my shock. Ron and Hermione, however, just nodded in understanding. They apparently knew about Sirius and Narcissa being alive—or they at least surmised it.

"Remus is apparently back from the dead too," Fred added, shrugging. No one said anything. I was trying to wrap my mind around everything, and Ron and Hermione were staring off in the distance to where the manors were. The Greengrass manor, which had always been dark and vacant, had several lights on. It looked as though everything Fred was telling us was true.

I felt slightly sick to my stomach. Draco and I hadn't gotten the chance to talk about our weird relationship and, truth be told, after Harry had admitted that he wished that we had never broken up and kissed me, my feelings for him had returned full force. I even convinced myself that the only reason why I had started something with Draco in the first place was because I was lonely and Draco was there and he looked almost like Harry with his black hair. But I didn't know how Draco felt about me and our relationship. While I wanted Harry, I also didn't want to hurt Draco. The whole situation was complicated, and the only thing that had gotten me through the past week was that the boys lived hours away from me. But now they were back and, if Hermione was right, they'd be starting school on Wednesday. Therefore, I had to see them and figure out where we stood with one another. Even though I didn't want to.

"So are you guys going to pay them a visit or what?" Fred asked.

Hermione and Ron nodded.

"You want to come along, man?" Ron asked as he and I slid off of the hood of the car.

Fred shook his head.

"Don't tell Mom, but George and I have a night class to go to tonight," Fred announced. He moved to stand in front of Hermione, who was still sitting on the hood of the car. Hermione smiled and leaned down for a kiss. Ron and I exchanged disgusted glances.

"I'm leaving now," Ron announced, pulling the driver's side door open and getting behind the wheel.

Fred and Hermione pulled apart, both smiling widely as Hermione slid off of the car and got into the front seat. I got into the backseat and Ron started the car.

"This'll be fun," he said as we pulled out of the parking lot.

-- Harry --

"Harry!" Draco called out. He stood up from his bed, bottle of vodka in hand, and stumbled over to where the edge of the duct tape marked his space. Leave it to Draco to take the his space thing seriously; he stayed in his space all day, eating cookies and drinking vodka that he had packed in his suitcase for some reason.

"Harry!" Draco said again. He swayed on the spot and blinked blearily. "I gotta pee!"

Daphne, who was lying on her bed on her stomach, writing in what appeared to be a journal, shot me a nervous glance.

"Go to the bathroom, Draco," I said, waving a hand at the bathroom that connected with our massive room.

"M'kay," Draco said. He immediately began unbuttoning his jeans; he was taking me seriously.

"Oh my God! Harry, do something before he pees in here!" Daphne exclaimed. She was now sitting up on her knees, her hands over her mouth and eyes wide as Draco fumbled with his zipper.

"Dammit, Draco!" I shouted, springing from my own bed and rushing over to him. We were too far away from the bathroom and he was about ready to…

I went to the window, wrenched it open and had him stand in front of it, allowing him to pee out of the window. I turned back towards Daphne, and the two of us both heaved relieved sighs. Then we heard a scream sound from the yard.

"Oh shit," I said. "I forgot that window faces the street."

"Hello, Granger!" Draco greeted loudly.

"Hermione?" I asked.

Daphne left her bed and joined me and Draco at the window. Sure enough, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were standing in our front yard, sending shocked and confused stares at us. Ginny and Hermione were beet red after seeing more of Draco than they had asked for.

"Harry! What the fuck?" Ron yelled up at me.

"Language, Mr. Weasley," Dumbledore shouted from his living room window, one house over.

"Sorry, Principal Dumbledore," Ron shouted back.

A yellow rectangle of light suddenly appeared on our front lawn as someone opened our front door. Moments later, Sirius and Remus joined Ron and the others on the lawn, peering up at us questioningly. Daphne immediately pulled Draco away from the window and started coaxing him into tucking himself back in and zipping up his pants.

"Harry, what's going on?" Sirius shouted up to me.

"Nothing!" I replied. "Send those three on up, would you?" I asked. I slammed the window shut and turned back to Draco and Daphne before anyone could answer. Daphne was buttoning Draco's jeans for him, and Draco was giggling like a little kid.

"Kinky," he muttered, causing Daphne to shoot away from him as though he had burned her. Her face was flushed red from a mixture of anger and embarrassment.

"Ignore him," I told her. "He's drunk and an idiot."

Draco opened his mouth to retaliate, but stopped when our bedroom door opened and Ron and the others walked in. Hermione and Ginny were still red with embarrassment.

"Hi guys!" Draco greeted happily. He spread his arms wide as though he wanted to hug them. "Come here," he ordered. "I would go to you, but I can't step over this duct tape."

The three of them came closer, though none of them hugged Draco. Hermione, however, had the misfortune of being within Draco's reach, and he playfully pinched her butt.

"Malfoy!" Hermione exclaimed. She covered her butt with both hands and she and Ginny scurried behind Ron.

"Careful Malfoy," Ron quipped. "Touch her again, and Fred might kill you."

Draco appeared confused. "Why would Fred kill me for touching Hermione?"

"Fred and I are seeing each other," Hermione explained over Ron's shoulder.

Draco blinked. "Fred?" he asked. "Fred Weasley? And Hermione?"

Ron and Hermione nodded.

"WHAT IS THIS FUCKERY?" Draco shouted loudly, throwing his arms out for emphasis. He made to take a step forward, ended up stumbling over his own feet and falling onto his bed. He groaned pathetically. The rest of us ignored him.

"So," I said, glancing at my friends. "How did you guys find out we're back?"

Ron narrowed his eyes. "When were you guys going to tell us that you were back?" he countered. "Tell me. When has our group gotten so bad with communicating with one another?" He sounded slightly angry.

I sighed and ran a hand threw my hair. "Okay, here's the whole story. Sirius, Remus and Narcissa are the lamest adults on the planet; they thought they'd be arrested for killing Tom, so they faked their own deaths and went into hiding, leaving Draco and I to the system. It didn't take long for Lucius Malfoy to find us, and he had one of his conmen adopt us and steal our inheritances from us. Once Sirius and the others heard about this, they realized how they've been lame adults, came out of hiding and went to their friend, Matt Greengrass, who happens to be…

Daphne shot me a look of warning.

"A guy who really hates Lucius," I said, leaving out the part about the mafia, though I made a mental note to tell the others about it later. "And he's rich and has connections, so Sirius and Narcissa managed to get custody of us again and we literally moved back here today." I sighed and looked pleadingly at my friends. "We were going to call you as soon as Draco sobered up."

"Yeah, I was going to ask what was up with that," Ron commented, flashing a grin. It appeared as though all was forgiven.

I shrugged. "Draco's an idiot," was all that I offered as an explanation.

"I heard that," Draco hiccupped from his bed.

Ron and Hermione laughed, but Ginny was staring fervently at Daphne. Ron and Hermione's eyes also left Draco and rounded inquisitively on Daphne.

"Hi," Daphne greeted pleasantly, smiling as she came forward and shook Ron and Hermione's hands. "I'm Daphne Greengrass. I live with these two now," she introduced. She held her hand out to Ginny, but Ginny was already looking around the room and had spotted Daphne's bed. The youngest Weasley rounded on Daphne in shock.

"You share a room with them?" Ginny asked, her face stricken.

Daphne shrugged. "It's a full house."

Ron smiled and threw an arm around Hermione's shoulders, bringing her forward. "Got any room for Hermione? She's currently living in our school," he joked.

Hermione smirked and brushed Ron's arm off of her shoulders. "Shut up, Ron; I love living in the school," she said.

Ron rolled his eyes. "Only you would love living in a school, Hermione," he said.

"I do!" Hermione insisted, flashing Daphne and I a grin. "I get to go to the library whenever I want!"

We laughed, but Ginny still looked disgruntled; she glared at Daphne and crossed her arms.

"I need to get back home," Ginny announced suddenly.

Ron and Hermione shot her questioning glances.

"I need to study for Biology II," Ginny elaborated. "We're dissecting the fetal pig tomorrow."

Ron and Hermione exchanged glances, but nodding nonetheless, inching closer to the door as they did so.

"We'll call you after school tomorrow, Harry," Ron said, glancing over his shoulder. Hermione waved. Ginny didn't even look at us as she left the room.

"Wow," Daphne said once they had left. "She an old girlfriend or something?"

"That was Ginny," I explained, and Daphne nodding in understanding.

"So that was Ginny," Daphne said, walking over to the window to watch the three of them get into Old Betsy and drive away. I joined her and watched their taillights disappear into the night.

Draco suddenly sat up in bed, his eyes half closed.

"She be pissed," he announced.

He then passed out.


End Author's Note: Okay, I think I'm going to go ahead and post this. I know I said in my bio awhile back that I wasn't going to post another HHII chapter until I have them all written, but you guys have been waiting patiently, so I'm gonna post it as a thank you. And after this chapter, I'm going to try to wait until I finish the fic. Anyway, you guys can thank Lost But Found for the drunk Draco in this chapter. Oh! And Ron's weird swearing in Slughorn's class? I stole the idea for it from a TV show called Skins. And I see Ron as trying to push the limits with Slughorn, so that's why he does it. Oh, and a lot of people have been asking wtf is up with that whole Harry and Draco fight then sudden make up that happened a few chapters back. I didn't see Harry as being upset with the fact that Draco was seeing Ginny as much as he was upset that Draco was hiding something from him. Harry and Draco have been through a lot together, and Harry has never kept anything from Draco, so he really felt betrayed. But he's also hot headed, so once he got his frustration out, he was better, and Draco knew that. Yeah, I really should explain more in my writing. Oh, and a lot of people were confused about Harry making the same promise to Ginny and Jaclyn. He loves both of them, and he meant what he said to both of them.