Morning came and Harry awoke squished in the corner between the stand of the urn and the stone wall. He groaned and stood up, in a rush, last night came to him and he stopped, leaning against the wall. "Did it really happen?" He asked, questioning the reality. He removed himself from the alcove and glanced in either direction. It looked like early morning and so no one was around. Opting it would be safe to go back to the tower, Harry made a dash for the Fat Lady. Rounding the final corner he crashed into someone and was sent to his bum, cracking his head against the floor.

He heard the other person exclaim a profanity as they fell and he heard them hit their head as well. Sitting up Harry saw it was Malfoy, laying there with a bump forming.

"Malfoy?"

"Potter? What are you doing barreling around corners at a quarter to seven in the morning?"

"What are you doing standing outside Gryffindor tower at a quarter to seven in the morning?" Harry asked.

They looked at each other, both obviously not going to answer the other's question. After a moment of silence they stood, dusted themselves off and with a glance parted ways without another word.

Harry reached the portrait and was surprised to find the fat lady awake and alert.

"Hello Mr. Potter, pleasant to see you this morning."

"Uhm, hello-" she started to speak again just as Harry wanted to say the password.

"Who was that blonde boy? Malfoy you called him?"

"Huh? Oh, that was Malfoy, yeah-" she cut him off again.

"What house is he in? Ravenclaw perhaps, he looks so smart."

"Slytherin house, I'd like to get-"

"Really? A bad boy then, I'll have to visit my friend Nicole in their common room soon."

"Hinkleburg," Harry said before she could leave.

"What? Oh, that's the password, of course," she swung open and Harry ran through, he went to his room and flung himself into bed. Just as his alarm went off and the other boys started to wake up. Harry rolled over and went to shower the dirt off from his stay in the alcove.

In the shower Harry heard Dean Thomas talking to Seamus about the Falcon Wing and the band Shirtz Off.

"I told them we were going, it's on Saturday so we don't have to worry about waking up for classes or anything," Dean was saying, Seamus only answered with a small grunt.

"I don't really like that club as much, it's a little too…raunchy for my taste," Seamus said.

"We'll just drink and listen to the music then, you don't have to dance," Dean responded.

Harry listened quietly, wondering what the club was all about. Raunchy? Harry blanched at the idea of Dean and Seamus in a raunchy club. What did they mean by raunchy exactly? Where was the Falcon Wing anyway...and what was it?

It couldn't have been in Hogsmeade, Harry'd never seen it before. No, he'd just have to ask someone later, right now though, Harry had to worry about staying awake through his shower and breakfast.

Harry left the showers and put on his uniform, brushing off some lint from his trunk.

"Hey Harry, I didn't see you when I got up, where'd you go?" Neville asked as they walked down the stairs.

"What? Oh, I was down in the Common Room doing some last minute work." Harry said, shrugging off the other boy's question.

They left, making their way out for breakfast, and Harry didn't look anywhere but ahead of him. He felt a sort of stirring in the air as he entered the Great Hall and saw a riot breaking out between the Hufflepuffs and the Ravenclaws. It was so strange, they were the neutral, centre of the scale houses, what was causing such a fight.

He heard the words "backstabbing" "liar" "slut" and "Death Eater" thrown around quite a bit and he saw Ernie McMillan and Justin Flinch-Fletechty climb up on top of their tables and start shooting spells at each other. The teachers were sitting at their table, shouting at the students but couldn't be heard and trying to regain order.

Harry jumped away from a spell that came flying towards him and he turned to see some Gryffindors getting involved, pulling Hufflepuffs away from the fray or pulling out their own wands and defending their friends. Several other students jumped on benches and tables, throwing curses or spells. Suddenly Harry felt someone tackle him as a curse sped past his head, ruffling his hair. He landed on the floor behind one of the benches that had been thrown by a hex.

He turned his head to see the Malfoy heir panting behind him, eyes trained on the action of the Great Hall.

"Malfoy?"

"Hey Potter, watch yourself next time, that was a Befuddlement hex, you'd have been stoned for weeks."

"Why? What's going on out there?" Harry looked out to see Justin leap across the table, over Professor McGonaggle at Ernie.

"Fletechty was dating Abbot but over the summer she fell for McMillan, they had an affair thing. She planned to dump him once they got back here but remembered why she was going with Justin. Then she admitted to them both what was going on and then this," Malfoy motioned, "erupted from the ensuing tensions."

"Why don't they get mad at Hannah instead of each other?"

"They were friends, didn't expect this to happen. Besides, in this situation you don't fight the lady, you fight for her."

Harry nodded and ducked as a hex shot at him, he peeked over the top and saw a wild looking Luna Lovegood standing on a table throwing spells in every direction, snarling at everyone. He turned and saw Malfoy looking around as well, and he noted the heir looking particularly devastating that day. Malfoy turned and noticed Harry looking at him.

"Potter?"

Harry felt and heard nothing more except the urge to kiss him. Draco got the same sort of look on his features, lust and monotonously so. Harry moved to go to the blonde but he instead crawled over. He pressed his lips silently against Harry's and they felt an identical breathlessness at the sensation. Draco's Veela powers kicked in and Harry sensed magic and something else weaving itself through his veins from his lips into his heart and out into ever muscle and organ of him. Draco pulled open his lips and ran his tongue slowly over Harry's bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan that made Harry part his lips and let the blonde enter. Their tongues moved, stroking softly and moving over each other, sharing the kiss. And Harry didn't know why he was kissing the other boy, or what all this was or where he was. But it was incredible.

Behind the bench, Harry was kissed by a Veela and he loved it.

Okay, so yeah, it was a little sudden, haha, sorry about the time it took to review but I'll try harder I swear.

I hope you liked it, XOXO -Firestorm