Disclaimer: The characters in this story are not mine, Harry Potter was written for fun. No profit was made from this fiction.

Rating: Mature. Mature+. Lots of sex, lots of angst. (:

Author's Notes: The least smut I've put in a chapter to date, hah! This is a tad mundane as chapters go, mainly cause I'm doing the linking bit. It's the sort of chapter that sucks your muse to death, so review to keep me in cheer?

Dean tugged Harry's head down for a brash kiss that was more lip and teeth than tongue, before letting go of the head of hair in his hand and flashing Harry a shy grin. Harry gave him one back and winked when Dean shifted to kiss Seamus in post coital bliss. Harry allowed the couple to have their moment and began to shift out of the bed.

"Harrryyyy... You'll make it colllddd..."

Seamus knew how to whine, but Harry was in the mood to air his thoughts anyway so stayed put... With only a little resistance.

"Fine..." Sighing as if it was a great grievance to him, but nuzzling the back of the Irish boy's hair all the same.

They all laid there for a while, catching their breaths, it was a comfortable silence and stayed like that way until Dean broke it.

"You still working on operation 'fuck the blonde git'?"

Harry laughed. "Yeah, you wouldn't believe what he did to me today"

"Did he blow you?" Seamus asked crassly.

"Not quite... Hexed me, and left me on the floor for McGonagall to find"

The couple laughed, really laughed. It made Harry feel a little cross at first, but in the end their hysterics got to him, and he laughed too.

"Yeah yeah... I know..."

"Geez Potter, maybe he really is one step to far"

"You see Dean, I see things very differently. Personally, I see this as just one step closer to getting what I want. Him behaving all jittery and vulnerable at the very sight of me... THAT'S the sort of Malfoy I could easily manage to fuck"

"Whatever you say" Mouthed Seamus lazily, obviously tiring of the conversation.

"Not interested in talking Seamus? Want another round instead" Said Harry, brushing his slowly hardening cock against the base of the boy's back.

"Hnnnhhn, tired. Go find some other hole to fuck"

"Just what I was thinking, now be a good boy and put that little mouth of yours around my cock, and present that perfect arse for Dean's pleasure, yeah? Good boy..."

The next round was far lazier than the first, it was soft and slow, and at the end of it all three of them fell asleep in the just too small double bed. Seamus enjoyed it, lying in between the two boys who knew him that intimately, Dean enjoyed it, having his boyfriend and the guy who'd never threaten his position, and Harry enjoyed it. Being able to fall asleep in others arms without having the pressure to follow through with anything too substantial.

Draco was on edge for the next few days, constantly expecting Harry or one of his stalkers to turn up and hex him into a corner. He'd reprimanded Crabbe and Goyle pretty badly, reiterating the importance of never getting a detention at the same time.

He also set Pansy on Harry, declaring he wanted every moment of the brunette tracked and memorized. Not an easy feat, seeing Potter had the ability to walk into a room with only one exist, and then appear on the other side of the castle in the next 10 minutes without ever existing again.

This little fact irradiated Draco immensely, especially when he managed to appear in the same room as him when the boy was supposed to be walking towards a dead end near the charms classroom!

By the end of the week, Draco had memorized the Gryffindor's time table, and spent most of his time double checking whether Potter would be in lesson or not. Thankfully they only had three study periods at the same time; the other three Draco could finally relax a little. Knowing that Potter couldn't be in two places at the same time; -he hoped.

In the lessons where he knew Potter currently had a free, he felt constantly on edge. Sure that the golden boy would use his status to glide into one of his lessons and attack there.

It didn't help that Potter had a free during all of Draco's History of Magic lessons, also taken my Granger. Meaning the arrogant fuck would hang around the beginning and end of each lesson. Making a fuss over his best friend, but failing to conceal his vigilance of Draco's actions. It was putting the boy on edge.

He didn't know why the whole situation was getting to him so worked up; it was something about that night in the common room. The way Potter had stared at him while kissing Nott's neck. As if stretching his power, declaring that he could consume Draco too if he wanted. The heat of the whole moment was maddening, the control Potter managed to gain. It sickened Draco, he, a MALFOY, was always supposed to be in control.

Potter was fire, deeply burning deadly fire. Draco knew this. Draco knew fire, as a Slytherin he'd played with it many times. His cold icy exterior had let him pass through many of them. His cold flooding arrogance allowing him to put out and end any fire he felt like. But Potter was bigger than this; his fire ran deeper than any heat Draco could imagine. A fire that consumed a dark lord and had control over many inhabitants of the wizarding world. A fire that could burn its way through Draco, evaporating his shields, and plunder whatever Draco had left hidden beneath. In truth, Draco was scared.