God-Damned: Longer chapter for you. AloraBraken: Why thank you. I'm sorry Harry always wins but it's kinda important to the fic that he does. HazelWolf1: Hmm I might do lol. Memdrake: Yay I'm glad you like it so much! Hope you like this chapter!

Yer I'm not entirely satisfied with this chapter but I don't know how to make it better. Anyway I hope you like it. Sorry it took so long to update so here is an extra long chapter.

Enjoy!


Harry watched Malfoy through narrowed eyes. The boy was sleeping quietly, his face turned towards Harry, peaceful in the clutches of sleep.

Harry had noticed before how beautiful Malfoy was…and the boy really was beautiful. The fact he was a boy and Harry found him beautiful was at first quite disturbing to Harry, but when he didn't sneer Harry couldn't help but reckon Malfoy looked something like an angel would. A teenage cherub if you would and Harry just kind of figured everyone must see it.

There was an innocence about him completely destroyed by his sneering, snobby demeanour. As soon as he opened his mouth he became ugly and distasteful and Harry desperately wanted to take Malfoy aside and teach him how to interact with people…how to become beautiful inside and out.

But that would never happen, Harry thought raising his arms above his head and linking his hands, stretching and letting out a lazy yawn. He doubted he'd be able to stand his enemy's presence long enough to make a difference anyway.

Hearing the familiar clatter of Madame Pomfrey's trolley, Harry looked over to see her bustling towards him, pushing the trolley and trying to pin her watch on to her apron at the same time.

"Morning Potter" She said shortly. "Now sit up, that's it, how are those wounds doing?" Swiftly she moved her soft but none to gentle hands over his neck.

"Hmm they're no longer leaking and are starting to heal nicely, how do you feel?"

"Fine" Harry confessed sunnily. He desperately wanted to get out of the infirmary, it was a Saturday and the sun shone brightly through the window, lifting his mood and making him yearn for the scent of freshly cut grass and the wind in his ears as he rode his broom.

"Hmm well I'd like you to stay for the morning at least, just to make sure you are fine." She said bossily. Ignoring his disappointed look she turned to her trolley and gathered up was he assumed was his breakfast.

"There we are, egg, sausage and bacon, growing boys need meat and protein."

Having said this as if reading it from a medical manual, she bustled over to Malfoy.

Leaning down and putting her mouth close to his ear she yelled, "Up and at 'em Mr Malfoy!" Jerking, the poor boy's eyes snapped open and he glared blearily round in confusion.

"That's it, now lets look at them arm." Gently lifting the arm of the still befuddled boy, she began to stretch, flex and manipulate his arm to asses its condition.

"Hmm nope its not healing at all, right onto plan B Malfoy, we're gong to have to fuse it quickly."

"What." Malfoy said warily.

Harry found it amusing he still had that sleepy, dazed look that most people have after waking up before their body clock deems correct.

"It may be a tad painful"

"What!"

His voice unfortunately was unaffected.

"It will only take a minute Malfoy." Madame Pomfrey said breezily.

Taking his hand in hers she braced her foot on the frame of the bed-

"Hey come on what are you going to do?"

Lifting her wand with her left she pointed it at his arm-

"Now wait a minute!"

And pulled.

"FUCK!"

"fundo exosso"

Harry watched as pain filled Malfoy's features like a bowl under a waterfall as his arm was pulled straight and the remaining particles of bone that still hadn't fused, were brutally put back into place and fused together magically.

That had to hurt.

No sneer graced his features now and strangely Harry felt very protective of Malfoy. It felt fundamentally wrong that this beautiful creature should experience pain.

Shaking it off Harry watched as Malfoy lay on the bed panting as the medi witch deposited his breakfast on the tray over his bed and left.

"Enjoy the show Potter?" Harry snapped his attention to Malfoy's face, but the he still had his eyes closed.

"Yes it was rather amusing." He said cheerily.

"Yes" Malfoy said levering himself up, "Well I'm sorry to have to say the shows moving out of town today." Ah there was the sneer.

Clutching his arm to his chest Malfoy swung out his legs out of bed and proceeded to stand up.

"You can't leave." Harry said incredulously.

Gathering his folded clothes together from inside the nightstand Malfoy straightened and preceded to walk to the door.

"I assure you I can Potter, its Quidditch practice today."


Malfoy hurried to the Quidditch pitch his Nimbus 2001 tucked neatly under his left arm, hopefully if he participated despite an injured arm he wouldn't be in too much trouble for allowing Potter to win once again.

Hurrying onto the pitch he was just in time to see the team kick off from the ground.

Bugger I missed the pep talk

Not having a clue what he would be doing Malfoy unsteadily mounted his broom, careful to tuck his right arm well into his body. Rising into the air he decided to simply hunt for the snitch.

Half an hour into the game Malfoy realised you really did need two hands to manage a broom.

Bet Potter could fly one-handed. Stupid scar head!

Dodging yet another bludger-his goons had obviously found out it was much more fun to simply chuck them at him rather than the rest of the team as well, he did another lap of the pitch, albeit shakily.

Finally he caught sight of the snitch fluttering around in the middle of the pitch, not far from the ground.

Aiming and spurring his broom in the right direction Malfoy sped downward.


"I'm sick of this Malfoy!" Marcus Flint turned away from the team seeker in disgust. Two of Marcus's recently acquired goons held Malfoy to the wall of the Slytherin changing rooms after practice.

Marcus may have been hard and he may have had a grasp on Quidditch skills (dirty as his tactics may be). But he wasn't clever and had managed to fail his seventh year. This being so he was re-doing it again and courtesy of Snape was allowed to keep his position of captain so long as he kept his grades relatively up.

This being so Malfoy supposed this was the only reason he was still seeker as Marcus still remembered the generosity of his father.

"Potter threw a challenge down to you when he rejected you in your first year and here it is your sixth year and not only have you failed to meet that challenge…you can't even beat him at Quidditch!"

Pressing his face so close to the smaller boy's that his foul breath washed over him in waves of putrid gas, Marcus issued his threat, "Your Father's generosity counts for little now Malfoy, those brooms are way out of date, why last week my father ordered me a Nimbus 2005. So either you clean up your act and catch the ruddy snitch before Potter does…or you're off the team! Do I make myself clear?"

Malfoy nodded in relief, closing his eyes as the goons moved away.

"Good."

The next thing he saw as his eyes slid open was Marcus's fist travelling towards his face, before his cheek exploded in pain and the back of his head cracked back against the tiled wall.

Next he was sure his jaw actually snapped under another speeding fist.

Finally he got a knee in the stomach and he slid slowly down the wall as he heard the echo of his captains retreating footsteps as he and his goons left.


Harry got a warm welcome as he stepped into the Gryffindor common room. Smiling at his housemates and thanking them for their concern and assuring them he was indeed all right again… he moved over to Ron and Hermione.

"Oh Harry are you alright?" Hermione asked as she moved over a space so he was sitting opposite Ron.

"Yes, yes I'm fine now."

He continued to nod as Hermione questioned him further until finally Ron interrupted.

"Hermione he's fine! Harry mate fancy a game of chess?" Harry nodded and watched as Ron set up the game.

Soon they were immersed in the game and Hermione left, disgusted by the violence of the game even after having watched it millions of times.

Waiting for Ron to make his move Harry looked up at his best friend laughingly convinced he'd finally put his best friend in checkmate.

The laughter died in his throat as he realised how rugged Ron was looking lately. His fringe hung sexily over his eyes, the colour rich and unusual. His face had strong planes and a firm jaw and his eyes sparkled like the sea on a really sunny day when he looked up at Harry. Harry realised that Ron was beautifull in his own way. Not like Malfoy of course but still...

Harry missed his friend's words as his eyes continued down his Ron's lean torso to-

"HARRY!"

"Huh what?" Harry snapped back to attention. Was I just eying up my best friend?

"I'm out of check!"

"Oh yeah…um Bishop to E7."

Ron shook his head gleefully as he took the Bishop and proceeded to put Harry in checkmate.

"Hah checkmate!"

Harry glanced down at the board distractedly, Ron has quite a deep voice now,

" Oh yeah, Ron I think I'm going to take a walk!" Harry said standing up abruptly.

"Okay, careful if you go outside though it's going to get dark soon." Ron said already scanning the common room for more potential chess partners.

"I will" Figuring he wouldn't need his cloak yet as it was still quite some time until after hours, Harry made his way down to the front entrance and slipped out of the door deciding a walk would do him good.

Walking silently towards the Quidditch pitch in the gathering gloom, Harry thought over his predicament.

Okay I think my best freind is beautifull,maybe I was just admiring his physique…yeah that's it. Everyone must admire Ron I mean he's a handsome bloke like Malfoy's beautiful… right?

Sighing he came to the Quidditch pitch and gasped as he saw somebody hurling into the ground from quite a height.

Running over to the fallen rider Harry saw Malfoy roll over and grab his broom to mount it again.

"Hey hold on Malfoy! Should you be doing that with your arm?"

"Piss off Potter! I did do cast a cushioning charm you know." Malfoy's voice sounded muffled as, still facing away from him he attempted to mount his broom.

Walking around him Harry caught sight of Malfoy's face, dark as it was.

Something caught in his chest as he spotted the bruises and oddly hanging jaw. Ignoring it he said.

"You're doing it all wrong you know."

"What?" Malfoy snapped finally mounting his broom and keeping his face averted from Harry.

"Choose something relatively low to the ground like that mark on the pole of the middle hoop and pull up when you become level with it. That way you know exactly when to pull up and you don't misjudge it."

"I don't need your help Potty, now piss off." With that Malfoy kicked off, barely controlling his broom or his severely injured body.

"I'd go see Madame Pomfrey about that face!" Harry said cheekily, walking off the pitch.

Looking back he was amused to see Malfoy was trying to follow his advice as to how to properly execute a Wronski feint…and he pulled it off perfectly!


fundo exosso- Meaning 'fuse bones' I got it off of a Latin translation site and probably got it wrong so please don't yell at me.