a/n: hi everyone!i saw Tom Felton in Amsterdam! you don't care do you? no one else does.oh well back to this then.i'm glad you think draco is cute as a kitty, i love the image too, aww! i'll just answer a review:

Lady sinistra: well thank you for telling me its entertaining. randomness is what I'm good at though so that is why Draco was a cat. I am making Draco and Harry have a relationship, and I know that it doesn't really fit in with the whole lust thing but I really do like slash and I couldn't resist it. I'm pretty sure I've got Gluttony right but I think I know what you're thinking. Gluttony is often shown as people over eating isn't it?Well you can have forms of gluttony where you overdo things and as Hermione isn't really a pig I made her overdo work and over prepare. Does that make sense? I hope so. If it sounds patronising I'm sorry it wasn't intentional. My friends tell me I'm patronising so sorry.

I'm in a talkative mood today but i know you'd get bored so i'll restrain myself except to say: goblet of fire is coming out soon!

ok i'm done, que the freaked out looks and "coughsaddocough". i'll just go and leave you with this chapter.

And If One Trunk Should Accidentally Fall...

Harry and Draco finally left the room of requirement the next morning to go down for breakfast.

Draco droned on about himself and the heroic and exciting adventures he'd been on. Harry however wasn't really listening. There was a small group of girls in front of the pair and they kept throwing glances back to Harry. One blonde girl stepped back and spoke to him. 'Hi Harry' she smiled while the others giggled. Harry pushed her into a shadowy corner and Draco didn't even notice.

'…And he said "I'll cut your hair pretty boy," and I said "oh yeah? Handle this!" and I had my wand in my sleeve you see, so I jabbed him in the eyes and then he screamed-' Draco stopped, finally realising the other boy had disappeared. Walking back he finally found Harry and the blonde fifth year in a small alcove with the girl backed up against the stone and Harry kissing her neck.

'Erm, Harry?' Draco tapped the other boy lightly on the shoulder.

'Fuck off. Busy!' came the blunt reply. The girl smiled and Draco felt himself getting angry. No one refused him anything, and they certainly didn't ignore him.

'Harry,' he growled warningly. Harry continued to undo the buttons on the girl's shirt and didn't pay the Slytherin any attention.

Unable to take the sounds of the girl's pleasure and the silence from Harry, Draco rested a firm hand on the smaller Gryffindors shoulder.

'Look piss off!' the girl finally moaned at Draco.

'Listen, you ugly little slut, I happen to be a prefect, a Slytherin, a Malfoy, a seventh-year, Harry's boyfriend and the hottest boy ever to exist, I don't think I'll listen to a scruffy little tart who wouldn't recognise good taste if it came up and gave her the most mind-blowing fuck she's ever had. And that cloak,' he pointed to the girls cloak on the dirty floor, 'is the 2003 edition. I mean it's not just one year, but TWO years out of date! My god, you people are lucky Harry has me to help him with fashion! I mean who knows what monstrosities he'd-' Draco was cut off by Harry shoving Draco up against the wall. The girl looked shocked and Draco put on his trademark smirk. He shook his head so that his golden hair was out of his porcelain face. Harry smiled and Draco acted like the mature, responsible seventeen year old he was. He stuck his tongue out. The girl huffed and stalked away.

'You really need some self-control Harry. I mean she was totally ugly, god your taste is ridiculous, in girls and fashion. If you're gonna be gay you need to learn the essential fashion no-no's.' Draco spouted like a holiday-rep on a cruise ship. Harry shook his head at his unbelievably camp boyfriend.

'Get you arse down those stairs, now I'm hungry.' He sighed.

'What's my arse like?' Draco stuck out his ear expectantly.

'The sexiest arse in the whole world, now with added blonde head kissing it.' Harry grinned.

'I think you mean black-haired head. Remember you're the one with black hair, I have blonde hair.'

'Move!'

Ron felt angry. Very angry. Furious even. Hermione had left him to go talk to Dumbledore about a career in teaching. Harry had been gone since yesterday 'probably with that arrogant blonde Slytherin dickhead' Ron thought angrily. With his two best friends gone he was left with the most annoying person in the world. Lavender.

'Ronnie, when will Harry be back?'

'I don't know' Ron replied through gritted teeth.

'Oh, well we wanted to know whether he'd be open to a make over. We did Hermione last year and now that Harry's gay we need to update his look.' She was smiling brightly, apparently unaware or else too stupid to realise every second that passed made Ron's blood temperature rise a little more.

'He won't want it.' he hissed at the stupid moron.

'Well if you don't mind I'd rather hear that from him. You could do with a makeover too Ron. We could always dye your hair, red went out years ago! Actually, was it ever in?' Ron was really starting to get pissed off with her infuriating voice.

'And those freckles of yours, I mean they clash with your hair and to be honest they're quite ugly. Maybe if we-'

BANG

Several people screamed as Lavender was propelled backwards through the air and landed spread-eagled on the stone floor. Ron was stood up in his place, wand in front of him and his face and ears a bright scarlet colour. McGonagall quickly revived Lavender who was then sent off to the hospital wing. Then McGonagall came over to talk to Ron about his temper, but he took none of it in. He curled his fists and attempted to calm down, but couldn't manage it as Draco and Harry had just entered the hall. Holding hands. And Harry kissed Draco.

Ron felt his anger flare again. He walked away from McGonagall mid-lecture and stood in front of them barring their path. The other students all watched eagerly anticipating a fight.

'Sorry Weasley but you're sort of blocking my way.' Draco drawled lazily looking at his nails.

'Where the hell where you yesterday?' Ron ignored the blonde and turned to his best friend.

'We were together somewhere doing something you're not involved in' Draco interrupted cryptically.

'I wasn't talking to you' Ron gritted his teeth.

'Whatever you say to Harry you can say to me.' Draco smiled finally looking at Ron.

'Oh yeah? Since when?' Ron hissed.

'Since he's my boyfriend, Ron.' Harry spoke up. The people in the hall were now holding their breath waiting for Ron to explode.

'What?' he managed, his face bypassing red and turning beetroot.

'Don't you just love happy endings?' Draco was really enjoying himself.

'I'll end you Malfoy if you don't shut that overly large gob of yours!'

'You don't have the guts Weasley. Besides, I'm too cute to kill.'

'I'll kill you with my bare hands you arrogant bastard.' Ron dived on Draco, pushing him to the floor and tearing at the blonde's robes.

'Weasley, Harry will get jealous, plus I thought you were straight and at any rate I don't do red-heads.' Draco was finding this whole idea extremely funny.

'Shut up! I hate you so much Malfoy!'

'Well does that mean you love me because for seven years Harry "hated me" but now he loves me.'

'Doesn't look like that now Malfoy.'

'What are you-' Draco looked up to find Harry was not there. Instead he was over at the Hufflepuff table where a small group of girls were all admiring the muscles Harry was flexing in front of them.

'Get off me Weasley! Get off I said!' Draco was desperate to get out from under the red-haired boy to get to the black haired one.

Ron seemed to take pleasure from refusing to do what Draco said but had no idea what was to come. Draco had taken out his wand and cast some sort of fire charm that hit Ron in the balls. He yelped, jumped off and tried to bat out the flames while Draco made his way to Harry.

'Shoo!' he told the girls, they stayed where they were entranced by Harry's arms.

'Fuck off you airheads!' they remained in their places.

Draco had been ignored enough times today to last him a lifetime and wasted no time in spraying the girls with freezing cold water to get them to disappear.

Harry groaned and then seemed to come out of his trance and realise Draco was there.

'Hi Draco! What did you do to…Ron!' Harry noticed his best friend rolling around in the floor groaning in agony with a large gathering of students and teachers around him.

Harry ran to see what was wrong but Draco stood still in shock. Harry had ignored him. Again. But before he had time to dwell on the pain in his pride, Pansy came rushing over.

'Draco, what happened yesterday? Why did you get so pissy with me? And what was all that about being gay?' she immediately began asking.

'I am gay. I got pissy because you are annoying, stupid and repulsive. Yesterday was one of the best days of my life. Happy now? Will you leave me alone now?'

'No. Why were you with Potter?' oh great it had become the Spanish inquisition. Or it would have been if Pansy knew Spanish and the weather was warmer.

'Because I love him.'

'But he's ugly.'

'Not as much as you'

'But he's gay'

'So am I'

'But he's wasteful'

'What?' Draco was confused now, and he didn't like it.

'Well for some strange reason he got the best sin of the lot, a perfect opportunity to kiss anyone and everyone. To let his hormones run free and wild, but instead he spends a whole day locked in a room with…well…you.' She finished lamely.

'Oh, am I not good enough? Would you rather he kissed you again?'

'That is gross Draco. Me and scar head? No way. The day I kiss him is the day Blaise is gay.'

'Pansy, Blaise is gay.'

'What? Does that mean I have to kiss scar head?'

'Don't call him that and no. If you touch him I will hurt you!'

'You wouldn't hurt me Draco, I'm too pretty.'

Draco snorted derisively.

'Pansy, that line works for me because I'm so incredibly sexy, for a disgusting troll like you I'm afraid it doesn't. Accept it, everyone hates you.'

'Do not!'

'They do!'

'Don't!'

'Do!'

Pansy hit Draco and he gasped dramatically.

'You hit me!'

'I'm sorry Draco!' she looked nervous.

'Bitch!'

'Wimp!'

'Troll!'

'Gay!'

'I know I am.'

'When did that happen?'

'Pansy, I've told you about twenty times!'

'You have not!'

'Pansy are you taking medication?'

'Blaise gave me something yesterday.'

'That explains a lot.' There was silence for a few minutes until…

'Draco.'

'Yeeeees'

'Is Blaise on drugs?'

Hermione came rushing into the hall to find her boyfriend rolling around in the floor clutching his groin, every student except three were gathered around him; Blaise was on the floor by the Slytherin table (apparently he'd been dragged to the great hall); and Pansy and Draco were arguing by the Hufflepuff table.

She walked over to see what was the matter with Ron but then remembered what she needed to tell everyone.

'Erm…hey everyone, I just need to tell you all that Ginny's in the hospital wing'

Ron stopped groaning, looked at his girlfriend and asked 'why?'

'Well when the people in her dorm went in last night they found her unconscious under a pile of trunks that look like they fell on her. The trunks were full of books and one had a cauldron in. She's still out cold now, Madam Pomfrey says she might be like this for a while.' She had to fight a smile at the absurdity of the situation. Ron, who had been crying in agony a few minutes ago, was now on his feet and running to the hospital wing apparently fine even though his face was crimson with anger. Hermione shook her head.

'Boys' she thought to herself.

a/n: okkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. only one chapter left.sniff. oh well, i'm writing something else, i think its completely pointless and drabble but i'll post it anyway when i'm done.

so, can i have a review?pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease.

i'm really hyper so i'll write my drabble fic so i don't destroy this. my most successful fic. have i spelt that right?

i really am i loser.i need a life.and some friends.and a brain.i'll just shut up now and go.