Ron threw his head back in annoyance.

"I'm fresh out of bad things that can happen to me." Harry sighed, looking up from his work.

"Me too. I wasn't even in for this class and I still have to do the homework! I've done falling off my broom, injuring my wing beyond repair, a Veara chopping my arm off…"

"Why don't you do something about you and Malfoy? Say your relationship ends or something. You've got loads of physical pain there. Why not have some emotional pain too? Hey! I could do that too! About my talk with Hermione! Lets see… 'life altering talk takes a turn for the worse' sound good?" Harry grinned, nodding. He looked down at his paper. Well he was fresh out of ideas so…

An hour later, his finished week's foretelling was done.

Monday- bad fall from broom leaves me crippled.

Tuesday- Crazy Veara cuts my arm off

Wednesday- it rains a lot.

Thursday- My wing falls off in freak accident.

Friday- I finish with Draco.

Saturday- he sends me loads of Howlers and things, and in my haste to get out of the Hall, I trip and fall into someone's knife.

Sunday- unpleasant day reviving in Hospital Wing.

He sat back, content with his work.

"What do you think?" he asked, handing his paper to Ron. Ron grinned.

"Aww, you're having a bad week aren't you? She'll love it!" Harry took it back, grinning as Hermione walked in through the door.

"Hey Hermione!" Harry said, smiling. "We just finished our Divination homework!"

"Sheesh what's wrong with you to? I didn't have to badger you into it!"

"Hahaha…very funny. We can think for ourselves every once in a while." Harry said, mock annoyance in his voice.

"Yes of course you can sweetie." Hermione said patronisingly, patting Harry on the head. Ron chuckled. "Anyway, where did you two go? Malfoy was getting worried about you Harry."

"Oh…we decided to come up here. I'm not joined to him at the hip you know."

"Oh…fair enough." Hermione sat down in-between Harry and Ron. She looked over at Harry's paper. Harry moved it towards her.

"I'm finishing with Draco on Friday." Harry said, pointing. There was a small gasp. Harry, Ron and Hermione looked around in surprise. There was no one else in the room. Harry shrugged, but then the portrait of the Fat Lady opened up and Harry heard footsteps going out. "What the hell?"

Draco didn't stop running until he was inside the Slytherin common room, and locked in his room. He flung off his invisibility cloak and crumpled onto the bed, tears threatening in his eyes.

Flashback

"I'm sure Harry just went back up to the Gryffindor dorms." Hermione reassured Draco. "I'll go and see." Draco watched as Hermione got up and exited the Hall. She looked somewhat relieved to be away from Draco, and out of the uncomfortable silence that had nearly killed her. Draco was struck by an idea. He silently followed Hermione out, darting into another corridor and pulling out a piece of material from his pocket. He muttered an enlarging spell, and smirked as he pulled the invisibility cloak over his head. Harry wasn't the only one who could sneak into places he really shouldn't.

He darted back out and ran up to Hermione, following her in silence back to the Gryffindor Common Room.

End Flashback

Harry was finishing with him on Friday! Even through the pain filled indistinctness that had taken over all rational thought in Draco's head, the blonde still wondered why Harry was waiting until Friday to dump him. 'he probably wants to drag it out to hurt me…or he wants to fuck me first.' Draco glared through tear filled eyes at this.

"Well guys, I'm gonna go see Draco now." Hermione grinned.

"Aww Harry's having withdrawal symptoms." Harry blushed.

"Well…I guess I'm more hooked on him than I thought. I guess we are as good as joined at the hip." Ron didn't say anything, and seeing the uneasy look on his face, Harry dropped the subject. "Well I'll be off then."

It took right up until he was facing the bare stretch of damp wall that he recognised from his second year, for Harry to realise that he couldn't get in. He didn't know the password.

"Uh…pureblood?" he said. It was a long shot. What were the chances of the password not being changed in 5 years? A stone door concealed in the wall slid open. Harry blinked, then rolled his eyes. Trust the Slytherins not to ever change a password just because they prided themselves on being better than everyone else.

Harry earned a lot of very shocked stares as he made his way through the Slytherin common room. He walked right up to a boy he recognised.

"Where's Draco's room?" the boy shook in fear. He was the one Harry had speared through the stomach.

"U,up th,there…" he said, pointing a shaky finger up to a flight of stairs. "F,first door on the l,left."

"Thanks." Harry said, letting his eyes linger on the boy's stomach before gliding off. He went upstairs and knocked on the door.

"It's open!" said a very cranky voice inside. Harry opened the door and grinned at Draco. He was on the bed, and after locating where he was, Harry turned his attention to the room, speaking while he looked around.

"You should've seen the looks on those Slytherin's faces when I walked in! Hilarity on legs. So how are y…" he trailed off when his eyes rested back on Draco. It was obvious he'd been crying, but he looked angry. "What's wrong?"

"Like you don't know!" Draco spat, getting up and pushing past Harry, stalking out of the room. Harry was at a loss. He quietly followed Draco out. Not wanting to cause a scene, he waited until they were both outside the common room.

"What's wrong Draco?" Draco just kept walking. Up three flights of stairs, through various winding corridors. He sped up.

"For fuck's sake Potter! Can't you tell when someone's trying to lose you!" Draco snapped. Harry, by now, was very confused. He sped up even more and grabbed Draco's arm. Draco tried to yank it away, but Harry's grip was too firm. Harry pushed the blonde up against the nearest wall and blocked his escape either side with his arms.

"Alright Draco, what the hell is this about? What have I done this time? Look, I'm sorry I didn't go back to the great hall, but I'm not going to spend every waking second with you."

"No, especially not after you dump me!" Draco snapped. Harry was caught off-guard by this, and Draco took his chance to pull away from him and walk away a bit.

"What the hell are you on about?" Harry asked.

"Don't play dumb with me Potter! I heard you say it yourself to Granger!"

"What! When!"

"In the Gryffindor common room this evening!" Harry blinked. His eyes went wide. "Ha! You're not the only one who can sneak into a common room at night! Didn't think I'd find out did you?" he snapped, pushing Harry backwards. Harry stumbled and fell, crashing to the floor. What was worse, he landed on his injured wing. Pain lanced across Harry's face. For a moment, Draco looked concerned, but it was gone in a split second. "What, were you expecting me to fuck you first! Was that your goal! Get Malfoy into bed then dump him!" he gave Harry a hard kick for good measure. But strangely, after flinching at the pain, Harry burst into laughter. It was strangely manic laughter.

"Oh Draco, of all…the stupid…presumptuous pricks I've dated…you're the worst!" Harry struggled to talk through laughter. He clutched his sides and doubled over on the ground in a fit. Draco glared at him.

"You think this is funny!"

"YES! Hilarious!" Harry got to his feet, wincing at the pain in his wing but still laughing. "That was my Divination homework you utter moron!" Draco blinked as Harry continued laughing his head off, a psychotic look in his eyes. "I can't believe this! You're really the most arrogant bastard in the world, you know that! Don't you ever bloody listen to me!" Draco was about to snap seven sorts of shit at Harry for insulting him when Harry kept talking. "I keep telling you I love you! But will you listen? NO! What the hell do I have to do to prove to you that this isn't some petty star-crossed affair? I love you more than I love life! Why can't you see that!" Draco tried to let all this new information sink into his brain. An over-whelming sense of relief and joy flooded his system.

"I…" Harry cut him off. He was deadly serious now.

"And for another thing, if we did have sex, we'd be bonded together forever. Do you really think that if I wanted to dump you, I'd even consider fucking you? But the only reason I haven't shagged you silly yet is because I'm injured." Draco shivered slightly at the intensity of Harry's words. Harry just shook his head. "But no matter what you mean to me, it's just become obvious that I don't mean a thing to you."

"What!"

"Sneaking into the Gryffindor dorms just to spy on me? Flying off the handle like this at the slightest mention of something you don't like? You didn't even ask me about it. You just assumed." Harry started walking away. "I obviously mean nothing to you."

"Harry wait!" Harry didn't stop, he just slowed down a bit. "I'm sorry ok? But at the thought of losing you…you're so wrong Harry! You mean everything to me! I couldn't bare the thought of losing something so precious! I know, I can be a right royal idiot, but you have to admit. Wouldn't you be upset if you me heard saying I was going to dump you?" Harry sighed. He stopped walking all together. He turned around and held his arms out. Draco ran into them, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist. "I'm sorry." Draco muttered.

"I'm sorry too. I should've gone back into the Great Hall."

"No, like you said. We're not sewn together. We have our own lives. Well…you have a life…" Harry chuckled.

"You can come everywhere with me if you want. Get to know my friends. They'll be your friends too. But just ease off me a bit ok? I'm trying to get Ron used to us. And he can't when we're constantly pawing each other."

"Fair enough." Draco pulled away slightly but didn't let go off Harry. "I love you." It took a lot for Draco to say that these days. Harry smiled warmly at him and kissed him softly.

"Oh Draco…how could you even consider that I'd dump you?"

"I'm an insecure suicidal teen Slytherin." Harry chuckled.

"Insecure, I can handle. Suicidal? I'll remedy that. But Slytherin…that just makes you sexy." Draco shuddered. Harry laughed. "I can always make you shiver. You're drop dead sexy and I want to ravish you."

"Please do." Draco muttered, trying to suppress another shudder. Harry grabbed him around the waist and shoved him roughly against the wall, attacking his mouth with passionate kisses. Draco moaned, sending vibrations down Harry's throat, effectively driving him crazy. Draco wrapped his legs around Harry's waist, pulling his lower half even closer to grind their hips together. Harry pulled away from Draco, his eyes clouded over with lust.

"Oh gods Draco…" Draco smirked, pulling Harry close for another kiss. Harry let his hands roam over Draco's bare chest under his shirt.

"Stop that right now!" Harry let out a yelp and nearly jumped out of his skin. He looked up to see Ron and Hermione glaring at them. Well, Hermione was glaring, Ron was staring at the floor, cheeks burning. Harry moved sheepishly away from Draco.

"Erm…sorry Hermione…"

"That's not good enough Harry! Your wing needs to be looked after! And I don't think having passionate sex really looking after it do you!" at this, both Harry and Ron's blushes got deeper.

"No…sorry…" Harry muttered. Draco frowned.

"How the hell did you find us?" he asked.

"Well after Harry left I realised that letting him come to see you was a bad idea. You two just can't keep your hands off each other! And Harry needs to rest!" Hermione huffed. "So we used your map, Harry." Harry blinked.

"Hey that's cheating!" Hermione rolled her eyes. Draco was looking confused.

"What map?"

"My Marauder's Map." Harry held a hand out to Hermione, and she stuffed the map into it, scowling. Harry heard her mutter 'I bet he hides that now' to Ron. Ron was still looking at the floor like it was the most interesting thing since Quidditch. Harry handed the parchment to Draco, who frowned, taking it and wrapping his other arm around Harry's waist. Harry coughed and gave Draco a meaningful look then glanced at Ron.

"Oh…" Draco pulled away from Harry and turned his attention to the map. "It's a plain piece of paper."

"Ah, now it is. I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good." Draco's eyes widened as ink lines crept across the parchment.

"Wow…"

"I'll say. We've finally found something that amazes ferret boy." Draco scowled at Ron. But Harry smiled, and Ron smiled back. At least Ron was able to joke around Draco now. As Harry looked back down at the map, his breath hitched.

"Filch is heading this way." He announced.

"Quickly!" Hermione ran through a door on her left. Right through the closed door. Ron followed, so did Harry. Draco just stood there, dumbfounded.

"Come on Draco!" Harry said, pulling Draco through the door by his arm. Draco allowed himself to be dragged though a lit passageway. It seemed like Harry was used to doing this. The winding corridor suddenly split in two. Hermione took the left, without even stopping. Harry and Ron followed without saying a word. That gave Draco the impression that they'd done this before.

They finally stopped outside the Gryffindor common room. Draco had no idea how they'd gotten from one end of the school to the other in such a short amount of time, but he heard footsteps behind him. Harry swore.

"Terror Practice!" Hermione said quickly to the Fat Lady. She swung open and all four ran in. the footsteps continued to follow them. Hermione ran up the stairs and dashed to the left. Ron went to the right, Harry following, still dragging Draco along. They ran right into the dorm room, Ron dived at his bed and quickly slid under the covers.

"What the?" Seamus looked up at them.

"Shh! Pretend to be asleep!" Harry breathed quickly. Draco yelped as Harry pushed him to the floor and shoved him unceremoniously under the bed. Draco heard a thud above him, signalling Harry was in bed. Draco stayed deadly still. The room was totally quiet. Soft footsteps entered the room. Draco watched someone come right up to the bed with a soft growl.

"Potter. I know you're awake." That was Filch. Silence. If Harry just pretended he was asleep, there was nothing Filch could do to prove otherwise. "Damn you Potter! I'll get you one day!" the footsteps exited.

Review? In the next Chapter, there's a more interesting plotline -grins-