Title: Match Part Six
Author: Bell Pie toggledog@yahoo.com>
Pairing: Harry/Draco, Sirius/Remus, Hermione/Ron
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Thanks to all who liked this!!! Hope has been fun read!


A knock on the door startled the four. Draco gracefully stood and stepped out of the room. Ron took the saxophone and blew in it. No sound issued out. The silver blonde walked back into the room, Sirius Black behind him.

"Harry, Ron, Hermione. Ah, you got the saxophone."

Ron noted Harry and Draco's eyes catching, before Draco settled back next to his lover, who immediately placed the hand back on his knee, lightly stroking up and down. Ron was amazed Harry was feeling his lover up in full view of Sirius. The dark haired man, for his part, did not seem to notice, settling himself opposite to Ron on the chuckling rocking chair.

"You know, it took us an hour to find it."

"Ah, so that's where you went yesterday." Harry smiled at Draco.

"I told Remus I was off to meet a secret lover." Sirius joked. Draco licked his lips suggestively. Sirius raised a brow.

"Hey, back off." Harry warned his Godfather.

All laughed but for Ron, who stared uncomprehendingly at everyone.

"You've got Remus." Harry reminded Sirius. A change overtook the man at the mention of the name. "Yes I do." He smiled a moment, eyes dreamy. Ron wondered if that was what he looked like when Hermione's name was mentioned.

"And Remus Lupin is definitely a sex-beast."

Harry shot his lover a look, removing his hand from his inner thigh. Draco responded by kissing him chastely on the cheek.

"Jealous, Harry?"

Ron was certain he spotted a glint of mischief in Draco's pale blue iris depths. He had the distinct impression he was deliberately provoking Harry.

"No, Draco. I can't see how I can be jealous of you having a crush on Remus, who is decidedly with Sirius."

Ron looked to Sirius, who appeared to watch the interaction with amused interest. Draco smiled at the black haired man.

"Care for a threesome, some time?"

Ron and Hermione both blushed deep red. Harry stilled a moment in apparent shock.

Sirius threw back his head and laughed.

"Oh, I'm so disappointed." Draco pursed his lips. To Ron's horror, he turned to him. "How 'bout you, Weasel? All I have to do is cover your ugly mug face."

Ron felt the usual anger build. Pressure on his hand confirmed Sirius' touch. "He's joking."

"I didn't find it funny."

Harry swatted Draco lightly on the cheek. "You had me worried for a moment, there."

The blonde laughed. "Harry, I don't need even Sirius or that gorgeous little piece you've got stashed back at home. I've got The Harry Potter."

Ron closed his eyes as he saw the two faces move toward each other. When he reopened them, Malfoy's arm was around Harry's and Harry's hand was back on his knee.

Well, I've got Hermione Granger.

Ron gave the girl's shoulder a quick squeeze.

"Hey, is this the saxophone?"

Sirius brought the instrument to his lips.

And created the most amazing sound Ron had ever heard. Short, stucco bursts of light, energy and colour converted to sound waves. The sound was a musical feast. He could taste the varying timbres created, feel the different pitches. Was transported to a place beyond the dull pain of the sharp edge of the chair digging into his leg. This was consumption beyond all that he thought possible.

"Wow! That was awesome!" He responded, when Sirius ceased. The man shrugged. "Learnt a little when I was a kid."

"Do you think you could teach me?" Harry's green eyes were wide as saucers, obviously as amazed by his God father as Ron was.

Sirius smiled. "Of course, Harry."

Hermione squeezed her lover's hand. "We should go."

Ron nodded and stood. "We... ah... should go. We promised ah, Percy we'd come over to his house for dinner."

Harry walked over and hugged them both in turn. "Thank you for coming today."

Both said goodbye to Sirius, who returned the gesture, as did Draco when Hermione said goodbye. Ron and Draco simply glared at each other. Harry walked them both to the door. Ron could hear the soft tinkle of Sirius' laughter behind them.

"I'll see you guys Friday night."

"Friday night?" Ron's brow crinkled.

"Draco's birthday."

"Ah."

Hermione elbowed him in the stomach before he could make a comment. Harry caught his look, however.

"Come on, Ron. He doesn't have many friends."

Ron was tempted to say that most people didn't like assholes but decided against it. Harry sighed.

"You will never believe it. But I love him, Ron."

"We know that." Hermione said quietly. "We'll be there Friday night."

"Good because I'm even making a cake. Just keep the twins out of the kitchen before it's finished."

Ron inwardly groaned, remembering that the last time Harry made a cake for Draco, the twins poured a tumbler of their own whiskey in the batch. That went for an interesting night. A sudden flash of a memory came back to him. Lockhart. How he even got to the party baffled everyone, including Harry, who gave out the invitations. By the end of the night, the man had eaten so much birthday cake, he was attempting to nuzzle up to every person in the room, regardless of whether they were male or female. Draco had solved the dilemma by hexing him and throwing him out into the street, not before the man had drunkenly placed an arm around him and told him that they looked so much alike, and narcissism was the 'in' thing in the wizarding world, so how about it?

The rest of the night, everyone had to convince Draco that he looked nothing like the man. It was true. Both were light haired and eyed. That was it. But Draco was a lot paler, amazingly pale, alabaster pale. If truth be told, Ron thought him to be far better looking than Lockhart. And had been drunk enough to tell him, at a time when Draco was by himself at the punch bowl. Draco had actually smiled genuinely and said his thanks, momentarily displaying a vulnerability Ron had never before seen. Not knowing how to respond, Ron had left to find Harry, who had disappeared to the men's room.

So, we had a moment. He's still a bastard.

Hermione squeezed his arm as they started down the garden path.

"Don't be so hard on Draco. He's... he's not very confident, you know. All of that bravado is false."

"He still doesn't have to be a prick."

"Harry adores him, Ron. You've seen the way he looks at him."

Ron sighed. He hated that he hurt Harry with his ugly feelings for his lover. "I know."

"I realize it's difficult."

"Fine." Ron stopped before the garage of cars. "I'll try harder then, ok? For Harry's part. The stag car is strange. Even if it is for Harry."

Hermione wrapped an arm around his waist. "There is more to Draco than he appears. I think that is obvious."

Still, two hundred cars. Why would he want two hundred cars?

Ron shook his head, baffled, as he was lead away from the Manor by his fiancee.

The End.