A/N: hey I don't usually write an'a at the top but this was sort of important more important that usual that is. Right well I just noticed that the day in chapter 5 and 6 had two lunches and the time line made no sence so I've fixed it sorry it took me so long to notice you must have thought I was real crazy before. If there are any more screw ups in the time line please tell me and I shall fix them immediately. Right well know lets get on with this freak show everyone, including myself, seems to be addicted too.

Damn, damn and bloody damn! How the hell had he gotten into this mess? Thought Malfoy angrily as he walked down the hall restlessly, he'd been tired after his previous exercise but he was just too agitated at the moment to notice it.

And that was apparently a bad thing he realised as he collapsed in a fit on the floor. Or he would have if someone hadn't caught him. Strong, powerful arms were holding him around the middle. He didn't try and struggle, he had no stranght. Instead he turned to see who had been nice enough to catch him and if they wanted anything in return.

He turned and was instantly consumed with anger, anger lent him strength as he pushed away from his saviour's arms. "what the hell do you think you're doing Potter?" seethed Malfoy, for it was indeed Potter, the bleeding saviour of the magical world that had caught him. He truly had the worst luck.

"stalking you?" Said Potter in response, phrasing it like a question.

"You better not be!"

"very well, I was walking down the passage and saw you stager several moments earlier," he ran a hand threw his hair slightly agitated, "I was rushing too see if you were alright,. When you collapsed I barely had enough time to catch you." Finished Harry hopping Malfoy would understand. "please don't be mad at me," said Harry as an after thought. It was probably a bad idea.

"don't be mad at you?" repeated Malfoy, whispering dangerously, "you're the bloody reason I am in this entire fucking mess to begin with! First I was going to fuck you then you disappear then I get fucked by some one completely different that also happens to be a male and I am not even exclusively sure I am homosexual yet thank you very much! I was a fine heterosexual before you came along and fucked the whole thing. Well I hope you're happy I am completely and utterly confused." Malfoy stormed off after finishing his rant, he needed to hurt something, and he didn't want it to be Potter. Unfortunately he was still attracted to the golden boy and maiming him would damage his chances slightly.

Now Harry was the one seething in anger, who the hell had fucked his Draco? He'd marked him, Malfoy was all his! He didn't share. He threw his hand out in an angry gesture and the tapestry on the wall caught fire, Harry jumped back in alarm. He'd completely forgotten his fire abilities. He stared at the tapestry as the flames quickly incinerated it. It shouldn't have burnt; every item in the castle, especially the paintings and tapestries had fire proof spells placed on them. It made no sense. Some how his fire had burned threw a magic tapestry. Thought thinking back on the image of the cloth it wasn't a big lose. It was an ugly piece of work.

Harry tried to shoot fire again, he waved his hand in an odd motion and fire shot out in a long flame of many different colors, blue and green were enveloped by orange red and yellow. He was slightly taken back; this had never happened before, then again he had just discovered the power. Now he was faced with a decision go to Dumbledore, say nothing and ignore it, or amuse himself with it while no one knew. He obviously chose the latter of all 3 options.

He walked down the halls careful only to set alight tapestries that would go amiss without notice. He returned to his room and collapsed on the black leather couch, intending to sleep. He felt cold though and decided to try out a theory, instead of getting up to get a blanket he pictured and remember the heat of the fire he'd sat so close to before, he was instantly surrounded by imaginary flames, basking in the warmth. He fell soundly asleep within moments.

Some time later, after ranting a little more and taking out his frustration on a first year, a certain blond walked back into the common room hopping to find it empty but with no such luck. As earlier he'd entered a room with the annoying but heavenly gorgeous Potter already there. He was about to leave when he noticed Potter was soundly asleep.

He steeped closer to the boy, trying to figure out if it was an act or not. Satisfied that it was not, Malfoy sat down on the small table directly in front of the boy, he was now seated mere inches from him. He intended to study his newly discovered flame. Thought he'd in no means fallen in love with Potter, it didn't mean that he wasn't the one desperate for a shag now.

He stared at the boy, the saviour as if he'd never seen him before, trying to pick up minute details he might have missed before. He noticed that Harry had a small birthmark on his neck, just bellow his right ear, it was almost invisible, but Malfoy spotted it because he looked. The only other person that knew of its existence was the person that had shagged him senseless few hours hence.

He watched as the lids that hid such expressive eyes fluttered once, he was about to get up and walk hurriedly away, when they fell shut again with a small sigh escaping the sleeping form. He settled back down again, though more weary now. Potter tossed in his sleep, most likely overflowing with night terrors. Several strands of that silky ebony hair fell into the unopened eyes; Malfoy pushed it away with his thumb, trailing along his face, tucking it behind his ear. Harry singed quietly again, completely unaware of the events passing out side the dream world. At the moment he was surrounded by trouble that had been replaying in his mind for some time, he began to struggle more and more. But then warmth crept into him, not from fire but from touch, he settled down once again, with happy dreams and new no more for the remained of the night. Only one thought plaguing his mind, whose hand had slide so nicely into his, whose hand had felt like the missing puzzle piece?

Malfoy was stunned at his own daring. The boy before him had been making small helpless noises, almost trashing around about to fall off the couch when he'd taken his hand. Instantly the boy had quieted. Malfoy wasn't sure what the hell was happening but he knew from the power and warmth radiating off of their entwined hands that it would most likely happen while they were together. Without dropping Harry's hand Malfoy lay down beside the golden boy.

A/N: hope you like, not a lot happened in this but meh. I got my internet back! Go me! That's one of the reason's I am updating so soon. Other then that I thought it was necessary. I don't really know what to say for this chapter, it pretty much explains itself. Please REVIEW and visit my other stuff. Err right so yeah… the next chapter should be up soon enough depends if I feel like doing the projects I have or if I feel like failing. Probably going to be the former so the next chapter will have to wait at lest 3 days. Have fun! REVIEW!