Hi guys. Sorry it took a while. Just in case you've forgotten I don't own Harry Potter

For a second everything went dark, before slowly light began to flood back into his mind, blinding him. Everything had happened so quickly; the spell had hit him, making him fall forwards. He had just managed to put his hands out before he crashed into the stone floor. Barely a second later he had regained control of his body and was reaching for his wand. Quick as a flash he stood, and pointed his wand in the rough direction he thought the spell had come from. Falling forwards meant he had entered the Slytherin common room, and was now surrounded by stunned Slytherins.

Wait…stunned Slytherins? Yes, as he looked at their faces he could clearly see stunned expressions. Here he was standing in a room full of Slytherins…showing emotion! It was almost to much for his brain to bear. Dragging himself back to the fact he'd been attacked he suddenly registered voices, shouting at each other.

"It's his fault! If he hadn't moved then the spell would have hit him! I'm sorry, but don't blame me."

"My fault? He's the one that threw the spell in the first place! And all because I slept with that hag he calls a sister!" Suddenly their was a wail as the afore mentioned girl ran out of the room.

Harry expected the next statement to be along the lines of "How dare you?" not a snort and a "Truth. Ok, even?"

"Yeah. Are you Ok Potter?"

Harry blinked as he realised someone was talking to him. "Errr, yeah I guess. What happened?"

Wesley walked forwards from his position behind Harry. "They were having a fight and one of the spells hit you. It was only a weak binding spell, but enough to make you lose balance. Why don't we go sit down? I'll get you a drink." Harry nodded, and Draco led him over to a lush sofa. Once he had sat down Wes reappeared with a firewhiskey for him, which he gladly accepted.

He looked around at the beautifully decorated common room, and couldn't help but marvel at how similar it looked to his bedroom. They'd hung out silver streamers down the walls, and all the seating had been moved to the edges of the room, allowing a large dance floor to be laid in the middle. There was a magically spelled DJ booth, which surprised Harry. He sat and chatted to Wes and Draco for a while, before they were joined by Zac. The tall black haired youth was wearing a green robe, which had a slit down the front, showing off his well toned chest. His hair was still spiked up, and he was wearing dragon hide boots. Overall he looked absolutely amazing, and Harry had struggled to drag his eyes away from his body.

For the next five minutes they chatted awkwardly about things like Quidditch. Apparently Wesley and Zac were pretty good at Quidditch, and they decided that the four of them would have a game tomorrow; Zac assured them that he'd be able to book the field.

Harry finally got up the courage, and turned to Wes. "I don't know how you're involved in this, but you told me that the answers were in this room. Where? Cos I haven't seen them yet!" His courage was picking up as he went along, and Draco nearly flinched at the fire in the boys eyes.

"What do you think the answers are?" Zac questioned.

Harry seemed to deflate slightly at the question, but quickly picked up again. "I don't know entirely where everything ties in. I know you know something about what happened to me this summer, and I know that something happened over that summer, which changed me…something to do with Tom." He finished quietly, looking down at his feet. "Now for some reason you are all pretending to be my friends to gain power?" He was guessing now, so the confidence left his voice. He looked up and saw that Draco and Wes were giggling to themselves, while Zac was smiling kindly at him. For some reason he blushed when he saw Zac looking at him like that.

"Harry," Zac reached out and took his hand. "Will you dance with me?" Harry was stunned from the emotions that washed through his body at the touch, so nodded dumbly and followed him as he led him to the centre of the floor. Zac placed his hands lightly on Harry's hips, and gestured for Harry to put his arms around his neck, which he did more than willingly. It felt so natural for him to do this, except there was still something wrong. The music switched to a slow dance, and Harry suddenly remembered that he was about as good at dancing as he was at not putting his life in danger. He was about to pull away when he felt Zac take the lead, and his body was more than willing to follow.

"I know you're nervous, but everything is fine. You're safe with me."

"I know. I mean-"

"I know what you mean. You want answers now?"

Harry nodded.

"The truth is I love you, and you love me."

Harry stopped and he was extremely grateful he'd thought to cast a silencing charm around them when they started dancing. "I- What the fuck?! Ok, let me get this straight. You love me?" Zac nodded. "And I love you." Again a nod. "and no one told me this because?" neither laughed at the joke.

"You knew. That's what happened this summer, that's what changed you, that's why you have that mark on your arm." Zac moved closer to Harry. "Because we fell in love."

"I seriously think I'd remember something like that. Now if you'll excuse me-" He tried to pull away but Tom wouldn't let him.

"You don't remember because I memory charmed you. Now relax, and-"

"Right, because now that I know you love me and memory charmed me to forget I'll feel so safe."

Zac sighed. "There is no point struggling, as I've cast a sticking charm on my hand, so you're not getting away. Now keep dancing so we don't ruin the atmosphere."

Harry fumed, but did as he was told simply because he couldn't think of anything better. He contemplated cancelling the silencing charm and shouting for help, but since he was in a room with a bunch of Slytherins he guessed that no one was likely to charge in and save him; they'd probably just tease him about it, before cursing him a bit for fun.

"Fine, what do you want? Because I'm not believing your lies." He glared at Zac, who sighed again.

"I knew this was a stupid idea." He muttered quietly to himself. "Right, well all I want is to take that little memory block away, or at least the first layer of it."

"What do you mean layer? Who are you?!"" Harry's eyes widened. There was no way he was going to let Zac cast any charm on him.

"You just had to be difficult, didn't you? Well you leave me only one choice." Zac suddenly leaned forwards and snogged Harry, who's brain froze meaning his body offered no resistance as he was quickly pushed into a small room, where Draco and Wes were sitting on a sofa, waiting for them.

Wes stood up and turned to look at them. "He being difficult? Do you need a hand?"

Zac gently pulled his lips away from Harry's, while Harry simply stared at him wide eyed at what he'd just done, but it only took him a second to realise that the kiss was simply a cover for leaving the hall, and no doubt everyone in the common room now thought that he and Zac were-

Harry waited for him to shudder at the mental picture, but it didn't come, leading him to think that even his body had betrayed him now.

Zac had been watching him for a while, before he turned to the other two. "Can you hold him, while I take down the first layer? We'll see how he reacts to that before taking down any others. Ok?" They both nodded, before turning to Harry who was slowly retreating to the door.

They all smirked as he grabbed the handle of the obviously locked door, but refused to admit that it wasn't going to open. He turned back to look at the approaching figures and it reminded him of a horror film he'd watched when he was small where three vampires had attached some blonde American girl and ripped her to shreds, and as he stood there waiting for the fangs he suddenly remembered that actually when he'd watched that film he'd been rooting for the vampires; how things change!

Please review soon! Hope you liked. I want some suggestions for pairings for the twins!