Title: Musical Chairs

Rated: T-Language, Crude Humor, Mild Sexual Content

Genre(s): Romance/Comedy/Drama

Summary: With Voldemort defeated, Hogwarts welcomes back students for an eighth year. A particular seventh year Harry's never noticed catches his eye, causing tension in him and Ginny's newfound relationship. Hermione's wandering eye for a blond haired snake has Ron's temper on edge, and a certain infuriatingly sexy Slytherin can't seem to stop coming with in a two foot radius of Ginny's personal space igniting Daphne's jealousy. Now that they're not fighting to save the world from eternal damnation, what are girls and guys to do? Switch ! And what's a naughty game of Truth or Dare have to do with it all? Gryfindor and Syltherin seem to be awfully cozy this year…(Parings: Harry/OC, Dramione, Ginny/Blaise, Ron/Daphne).

A/N: Hello everybody. Welcome to my new HP fanfiction, I hope you all enjoy. Please R&R.

Act I: To Be, or Not To Be

Scene I

She sat by herself next to the window, gazing out at the light gray tone of the clouds. A thin stack of parchment rested underneath her right arm next to a dry quill while her left elbow supported her chin in her hand. She was daydreaming, again, instead of choosing to focus on the Alchemy essay in front of her, her haze gray eyes peacefully trying to make patterns out of the pouffy clumps of moisture…

"Well if it isn't Serena the Teenage Witch." And just like that, her moment was up. Her eyebrow gave a subtle twitch as she exhaled slowly and closed her eyes. Shutting the Alchemy book at the top of her desk she looked up in time to see a familiar Slytherin by her side.

His platinum blond hair was bright in the cloudy light and his gray eyes twinkled with mischief. No doubt to accompany the signature smirk on his face. She gently gathered her parchment papers and as she did so, she spoke.

"Sabrina."

"What?" Draco countered intelligently as she stood up from her seat. She turned a cool gaze to him and raised an eyebrow.

"The correct name, Draco Malfoy. The muggle show is called Sabrina the Teenage Witch. Not Serena." She replied. Draco ignored her comment and looked her up and down.

"You know Fade…I never thought I'd see a girl with your skin tone look good with blond hair. What made you decide to dye it?" He asked crudely, grinning at her. Serena tensed and a simmer began in her chest that began to rise to her face. She hadn't dyed it. It was natural. But…nobody had known that. Her mother had given her up when she was eleven, managed to get her away from a life involving Death Eaters and the Dark Lord and into Dumbledore's protection at Hogwarts. When she did that, she'd charmed Serena's unusual hair to change a deep chocolate brown, and her eyes the color of hazelnuts. She'd gotten by completely unnoticed with the exception of her stellar grades. She was unremarkable, and everyone who crossed her simply knew her as smart and polite. She blended in seamlessly, and that was her mothers intention. She needed Serena hidden, in order for the girl to be safe.

Her mother perished in the battle against the Dark Lord. She hadn't seen it-Thank God- but she'd found her mother's body in the aftermath and grieved. Her mother had never wanted to be on the dark side, be on Voldemort's side, but she had done it to keep Serena safe. With her mother dead, the charm had lifted. Now warm, sandy blond hair accentuated her smooth caramel skin and gray eyes gave her a piercing stare. With her assigned as seventh year Prefect on top of that, she'd attracted quite a bit of attention…mostly unwanted. Including that of a certain delinquent Malfoy.

He'd changed only so much since the defeat of the Dark Lord. Granted, Serena often wondered what tremendous change people expected to see in him. Sure, he wasn't cold hearted cretan, but he was just the same egotistical and cocky prat he'd always been. It hadn't taken her very long into her first year at Hogwarts to diagnose him as a narcissist. And he had been given good reason to be. Sytherin girls threw themselves at him, Hufflepuff girls believed they could turn a hoe into a husband, and Ravenclaw girls thought he'd like them for their wit and brains and not their bodies. Draco Malfoy got what he wanted…most of the time.

"I didn't dye it." She said simply, and moved to pass him. He stepped in her way and sneered.

"What's the rush Fade? Your Screech Owl getting bullied again?" He teased. Serena's eyes narrowed a fraction in annoyance.

"Fuck off Malfoy." She snapped, and bumped his shoulder hard as she pushed past him, her possessions in hand. Nothing annoyed her more than the brash git. You'd think he'd have grown up a little, but then again she had long since theorized that maybe…this was just how he coped with it all.

Grabbing her backpack off the common room couch she pushed her things inside on her way out of the Portrait Hole, and began making her strides down the hall and out of the Dungeons for the day. Perhaps choosing midmorning on a Wednesday to be in the common room was a bad idea. It didn't appear Malfoy had class during that time. She would find a new place to do her studies. A new place she could be alone…

Scene II

"Hermione are you even listening to me?!" Ron whined and Harry shot Hermione a pointed look over his copy of Advanced: Defense Against the Dark Arts III.

"Hmm?" Hermione asked, shutting the large, dark orange skinned book she had in her hands. Ron made an exasperated noise to which she sighed. "Oh I'm sorry Ronald, you know we have that test coming up-"

"Yeah, in three weeks!" He bellowed.

"For God sake Ron, you could use some study time yourself, stop being so clingy." A familiar head full of long red hair said as a girl plopped down next to Harry. "Hi Harry." Ginny said sweetly. Harry smiled and she leaned forward and kissed his lips softly. When they didn't pull away right away, Ron started making gagging noises.

"Oh grow up Ronald!" Hermione snapped and Ron gave her a disturbed face.

"She's still my sister you know!" He quipped. Ginny pulled back and Harry looked away in an attempt to hide his embarrassment

"Honestly Ron, you should be thinking more about school and less about Harry and Ginny! Be grateful that we-"

"That we've been given this chance to come back to Hogwarts blah, blah, blah I get it already, Hermione." He muttered, waving her off. Hermione glared at him for a moment before she turned her attention back Ginny and forced a smile.

"So, how's your second week of classes going so far Ginny?" She asked. Ginny glanced over at her brother and snickered a little.

"Guessing by this setup better than yours I'd reckon." She commented before reaching for an apple in one of the center baskets of their elongated Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. "I guess it's just normal seventh year stuff, nothing too crazy. I'm more interested in you guys, what's it like being in eighth year?" She asked before taking a bite of her apple and stealing Harry's Defense Against the Dark Arts book to mess with him. Hermione's eyes brightened.

"It's absolutely amazing! The spells we learn are so much harder and interesting! We learned about the craziest creature in-"

"It's not all that great. Just more schoolwork." Ron mumbled, interrupting her. Before he was subjected to another one of Hermione's lectures about Hogwarts taking them back due to Ron's lack of tact, Harry spoke up.

"It's pretty cool, actually. It's not like they really had an actual full curriculum set up, I mean they did what they could, but basically each professor is teaching us everything that they know that they think would be useful to us in whichever career path we picked out They specialize the classes to fit those needs." He explained to his girlfriend. Ginny nodded and swallowed a mouthful of apple.

"Sounds pretty cool." She replied before taking another bite. "So Hermione I heard you and Malfoy are Head Boy and Girl. When do you move into the dorm together?"

"WHAT?!" Ron exploded, earning them stares from the half of the Great Hall in their vicinity. Hermione groaned loudly and pressed her forehead to her book.

"Ronald…" She said in a small voice. Ginny shrank back.

"Sorry 'Mione…I thought he knew." She mumbled apologetically.

"No! I didn't know!" Ron said, his voice elevated in pitch. Hermione hated it when he got mad or wanted to yell about something. The shrill chime his voice took on made her ears ring.

"It's alright, Gin. And for this exact reason Ron! I didn't want you flipping out over nothing!" She said in a hushed tone, trying to, if possible, thwart off the attention of their peers.

"Bloody hell Hermione what if he tries to-"

"Ron, stop. That's enough. Draco's not going to do anything to Hermione and you know it. We're all passed that, now act like it." Harry said darkly. Ron looked between the disappointed looks of his sister and Harry and the embarrassed look of his girlfriend before he sighed. They were right, the war was over. Voldemort was defeated and all Dark power was vanquished. But he hadn't seen much of a change in Malfoy besides he seemed…not as dark. He still wouldn't put it past Malfoy to do something to humiliate Hermione though, and that was what he really didn't like.

"Fine. I still don't like it. I mean, they're making you share a dorm?" He questioned. Hermione puffed up with slight annoyance.

"With two separate rooms that have their own bathrooms and a living room of its own, a study, and a kitchen, yes." She replied quickly. "It's rather nice actually." Part of her wasn't completely sold with the idea of her and Malfoy rooming together, but how much harm could it do? Besides, McGonagall had insisted. It was for the greater good of the school anyway, nothing like showing dark times were over like having the brains of the Golden Trio and the evil prat who'd welcomed Death Eaters into the school sharing a dorm.

Hermione felt her heart pang slightly in her chest. She couldn't call him evil. He wasn't. He'd been a scared boy that had been taken advantage of by his family and by Voldemort. He hadn't had a choice in any of it, but at the end he saved Harry's life and had helped her get away from Bellatrix. She wouldn't know where she'd be right then if it hadn't been for Draco Malfoy. She'd never forget the look on his face when he realized it was Harry. He looked so pale like he knew his next decision could cost him his life…yet still he'd chosen to save her best friend. Chosen to stay on the side that was everything Dumbledore believed in. For that, Hermione was eternally grateful.

Scene III

"Fuck you Draco I'm not doing this shit again." A very annoyed and sexy 5'11, lean, medium-brown skinned Slytherin by the name of Blaise Zabini said as he stalked into the common room and dropped his school bag down at the foot of the couch. Draco Malfoy was currently draped across said couch seemingly without a single care in the world. Draco lifted his arm from over his eyes for a second to peer at his best friend before covering them back up in disinterest.

"And what, dear Blaise, is this shit you will not be taking?" He questioned. Blaise rolled his eyes and smacked Draco's feet off the arm of the chair "Bloody hell, fine! What's got your knickers in a knot?" He snapped.

"You broke up with Pansy. Again." Blaise stated, his chest rising and falling with the remainder of his irritation. Draco tilted his head to the side thoughtfully and tapped his chin.

"I mean, were we ever really back together…?"

"Draco she's doing that high pitched Paris Hilton whine again I can't take this." He plopped down on the couch. "You don't get this shit man all you really have to hear is Pansy's whining. When you guys break up, I get to hear her fuckin banshee crying AND Daphne's bitching."

Draco had starting laughing.

"Paris Hilton whining? Oh man it is bad." He snickered, and Blaise thew his head back against the couch.

"Precisely. Man, I went to go find Daphne to get it in and instead I ran into Pansy. My dick has never shriveled up so fast in my life." He muttered and they burst out laughing together. "Anyway…" Blaise started when their laughter died down.

"Congrats on making Head Boy." He said. Draco gave a snort and a jerky shrug.

"Thanks. Didn't care much for it, especially since I'll be Heady Boy with Granger of all people as Head Girl." He replied irritably. Blaise shrugged.

"I don't think she's that bad." He admitted. The right corner of Draco's mouth lifted up in a sneer.

"She's an insufferable know it all whose one acheles heel is that she doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut." He complained. Blaise smirked at his long time friend, his bright eyes gleaming sexily.

"Then put something in it." He said in a low tone. Draco's eyebrows shot up and he gagged at what Blaise was insinuating.

"Have you gone mad? Lost all your senses of reason?" He spat, his voice horrified. Blaise chuckled and stood up, grabbing his school bag off the floor.

"Hey, man. I bet that girls a class A virgin. I mean, while you guys are going to be living together you might as well fuck with her. Besides, she's got a nice little body." He commented nonchalantly. Draco smirked.

"Should I tell Daphne you've been peeking?" He suggested coyly. Blaise grinned darkly.

"Do it. I'll just go tell Pansy that you admitted your undying love for her to me and you secretly want her back." Blaise countered with ease, a perfectly arched eyebrow raised. Draco scoffed, unconvinced.

"She'd never believe that load of rubbish." He said dismissively, waving him off. Blaise's grin only widened.

"I'm your best friend, mate. She'll believe anything I say." He replied. Draco paled significantly as he realized his partner in crime was absolutely right.

"DRACO MALFOY!" They heard a screech sound from directly inside the Portrait hole. Draco couldn't be on his feet fast enough.

"You never saw me!" He hissed, and with that leapt out of the common room faster than anyone could say hopscotch.

A/N: See you all next time!