Greetings, all! Another chapter for all of you. I think I'm gonna like writing this one. And most of the ones after it. The talking part of this fic is out of the way now, and we're getting down to the proper story. This is the last chapter where there should be a lot of talking, so be happy. Of course, this is probably going to be an immensely short chapter.

Also, I think I'll take the time to answer a particular review I got. It wasn't rude, but I think whoever wrote it has missed a few things. Feel free to skip past this if everything is making sense to you. Also, I think I might turn off anonymous reviewing, but usually I would have replied to this through the review reply feature.

First of all, you're getting some pretty messed up idea about my fanfic and everything I've set down. I hope it hasn't been that confusing for the rest of you, but I honestly doubt it. I generally miss out rather important parts, or at least don't write them all down clear enough. Blaise did not actively choose his mate. If he had, I have a funny feeling they would have been female. No Veela actively chooses their mate. It happens. Draco does not have a mate. He will not ever have a mate. Harry is not going to end up being Draco's and Blaise's mate. Ever.

Secondly, yes, Harry is Blaise's mate. Harry does not have to be with Blaise. I don't know how many times I'm going to have to stress this. Perhaps write it in block capitals? I don't know. I thought I got that across, but obviously not.

Thirdly, this fanfic will be going at my pace. I will bring in DracoxHarry aspects when I want to. If they don't happen until the twentieth chapter, looks like you're out of luck, doesn't it? I am writing this for me. I am putting it up here because I might as well. I want to see if I can actually pull off writing a whole fanfic, and not stop halfway through. So.

Lastly, this is the ninth chapter. I plan there to be many more. This will last through a whole year of school. What makes you think that none of the characters are ever going to change through a whole year of school, especially with all this crap happening?

And I'm done. Sorry about that. Feel free to pass by it, but I felt a need to reply to a certain review. And while reviews inspire me to write more, especially ones like that one, I feel a need to argue my case against them. So sorry to everyone who had to read through that who didn't really care xD

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters.

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It had been three weeks since the incident in the library, and in those three weeks he had gained unwelcome advances from Blaise eight times, and eight times Malfoy had showed up just in time to stop Blaise from doing anything that Harry would regret. The raven-haired boy couldn't understand it. Why did he keep showing up, and why, to use Malfoy's words, did he keep saving him? It didn't make any sense. They hated each other. There was no doubt in Harry's mind that that was true. So why?

Well, he wasn't going to get any answers asking himself, now was he?

He glared at the ferret, wanting to punch that stupid damn smirk from his face. Make this the ninth time. What the hell was going on? He didn't walk off like he had been prone to doing in the weeks before, instead turning his wand on Malfoy. He was going to get answers, dammit!

"Why the hell do you keep interrupting Blaise?!"

"Do you not want me to?"

"That wasn't the question!"

Draco gave a sarcastic chuckle, his piercing blue eyes focusing on Harry's emerald ones. The Potter boy raised his wand higher.

"Just answer it, Malfoy!"

"Well, it could take a while, and I'm not even sure you're tiny brain could handle it."

"Can I just point out that I'm the one who could curse you into slime right now?"

The blonde rolled his eyes, leaning against the wall of the corridor idly. At least it had been empty when Blaise had decided to jump Harry.

"I'm sure Dumbledore explained this one, you know."

"Shut up. You hate me, I hate you. You should be ignoring that Veela protectiveness crap. Why?"

Draco watched him for a second, obviously debating something in his head. He stepped forwards, and without much resistance on Harry's part he had knocked his wand to the floor. It seemed the raven-haired boy was just a little bit too shocked to notice much … that happened when you had a boy you hated looking like he was about to kiss you with his lips inches from yours.

"M- Malfoy, wh-"

"Shut up. You wanted to know why? I didn't think even you were that oblivious, Potter."

He leaned in closer, their lips grazing against each the others whenever Draco spoke, and the brunette didn't even think to pull back. Thinking and breathing weren't going to happening when the blonde was this close.

"Because …"

His breath blew softly across Harry's lips and cheeks, causing him to flush slightly. Draco smiled gently, one hand reaching up to tilt Harry's head back ever so slightly. The blonde's eyes were shining, looking thoroughly calm and pure.

"Because getting chances to fuck with you like this is priceless."

He began to walk away, leaving Harry to slowly regain his skills for breathing and thinking and causing Draco to miss the look of shock, and something between anger and disappointment.

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Short, like I said, but dammit, I love this chapter anyway. Hope you liked it too.