Thanks to everyone who reviewed :)

Here's a few questions answered:

Faery Goddyss - there is still going to be ALOT of drama and jealousy so don't worry

Earthwytch - In my story -this is hard to explain- everyone can fit with anyone... Veela, Incandeche, Veara etc... They can all bond with each other. No predetermined person. Once they bond they're linked together forever, but not so much that they are only attracted to one person (unless they're the kind of person who naturally is only attracted to one person...) Plus, all Incandeche feel attracted to their leader on some level. Makes them stay loyal

Nigelous - I will be delving... but not very soon right now Harry's still got problems to face...

Meyshi – Sorry but I want to keep Incandeche just in my story :(

Now on with the story!

Harry woke up to the sound of rain the next morning. He opened his eyes sleepily and looked over at Draco. His new lover was sleeping soundly under the covers of his bed. Harry snuggled up to him, wrapping his arms around Draco's waist and pulling the covers up to his nose.

"Mmm Harry?" Draco shifted to look at him. Harry smiled and brushed a stray strand of Draco's hair out of his eyes.

"How are you?"

"…Happy…" Harry just smiled. He could never remember being this content before. If someone asked him to do a patronus right now, he would have made the strongest one yet.

"Do you reckon we're bonded now?"

"Huh?"

"Well…we did it. Do you reckon we're bonded?"

"I dunno. But my heart feels…strange. It's like…I'm so happy…I've never been this happy…" Harry kissed Draco's forehead.

"Me neither." Both boys jumped as a face popped through the curtains. Ron nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw them huddled up, obviously naked. He yelped and fell over backwards, a thud resounding through the dorm room. Harry groaned, sitting up and stretching before retrieving his trousers from the bottom of the bed and stepping out into the dorm. Ron was still on the floor.

"Hey Ron. How are you this morning?" Harry asked, way too chirpy for someone who'd just gotten out of bed prematurely. Ron stood up, mouth open slightly.

"Harry…please don't tell me you had sex with Malfoy in our dorm room?"

"Ok. I wont." Harry said, grinning. Draco opened one of the curtains a bit to look out at the two best friends. Ron turned slightly green. Draco was sat up against the headboard of the bed, the quilt around his hips. Not low enough to show much, but low enough to make Ron feel sick.

"MALFOY COVER YOURSELF THIS MINUTE!" Draco just smirked. "Harry, say something!" Harry couldn't help chuckling as he turned back to Draco and pulled the covers up a bit.

"Sorry Ron, but it's your own fault for not calling first or something." Ron scowled.

"I just thought you'd like to know you'd better go down stairs now if you want something to eat. You slept in really late."

"Thanks Ron, but I have enough to eat up here thanks." He said, glancing back at Draco with a suggestive smirk on his face. Ron's scowl deepened.

"What happened to not fawning over each other in front of me?"

"Sorry. But it's too early in the morning for me to remember all the rules of my life…"

"It's nearly ten!"

"Oh…" Harry thought for a minute before shrugging. "Sorry." Ron rolled his eyes.

"From now on…just…not in the dorm ok?" Harry nodded, looking apologetic. Ron sighed, nodding and walked out of the dorm. Harry scratched the back of his head, lost in thought. Draco was still watching Harry intently.

"Regrets?" Harry was about to turn and berate Draco for even considering Harry had regrets, when he saw a smirk on the Slytherin's face. Harry rolled his eyes, climbing back into bed beside Draco.

"Of course not." Harry slid his hand down Draco's chest, and under the quilt. Draco's eyes rolled back in his head as Harry stroked him. "I really love you, you know."

"I think…you may have mentioned it…once or twice." Draco said between gasps. Harry kissed Draco once lightly and stood back up. "Hey where are you going!"

"I'm hungry. Aren't you? And as much as I'd love to stay and eat you, that only fills my sexual appetite." Harry said, grinning as he changed into tight fitting jeans. He retracted his wings as best he could, and pulled a top over his head quickly before his wings popped back out. Draco had a pained look on his face. "What's wrong?"

"Harry, I can't go downstairs with this!" Draco said, gesturing at his lower regions. Harry couldn't help a proud grin cross his face. Draco was turned on again. Harry stalked back to the bed and crawled up to Draco.

"Well I guess I could see to that first." He purred.

Half an hour later, both boys entered the great hall looking flushed, and Draco looked severely ruffled. They sat down next to Ron on the Gryffindor table.

"Took your time didn't you?" Harry grinned.

"Sorry. Draco had a problem." Ron frowned.

"What was it?" Draco burst out laughing.

"Oh, nothing you need to worry about." Harry said, trying to stop himself laughing as well. "I took care of it." Ron frowned. He shot a confused look at Hermione, who was blushing profusely, and obviously knew what was going on.

"So then I was just…in the place…I dunno how it happened." Harry hadn't actually gotten round to telling Ron Hermione and Draco exactly how he'd wound up in Cielo.

"And Meravi called you Miele?" Hermione asked. Harry had told them everything. Apart from the kiss… but even without it, Draco was still scowling.

"He has no right to call you that!"

"Well…he said I needed an Incandeche name…"

"Yes, but honey!" Harry tried to look affronted.

"What? Don't you think I'm sweet?" Draco just scowled more, averting his gaze.

"Don't worry about it Harry." Ron said "Malfoy's just pissed because you have purer blood than him." Draco's buttons were well and truly pressed.

"What! I have the purest blood in this filthy school! I'm a pureblood wizard!"

"Yeah right. You're a Veela Halfling. You're not a pureblood. And since Harry's wizarding blood skipped a generation, he's a pureblood Incandeche!" Hermione chuckled.

"You know, Ron's right Harry. You do have the purest blood here!"

"Hey…uh, I'm a pureblood too you know…" Ron began.

"It's not a competition!" Harry snapped. "I don't care about blood or family ties or any of that! And neither should Mer…" Harry stopped. Everyone was looking at him strangely.

"What?" Draco asked. Harry sighed.

"Ok, but don't freak out Draco. When Meravi said goodbye, he said 'Goodbye Miele, my little pure blood love.'" Draco was fuming, but Harry carried on. "He…well he kissed me before that, and I don't think he would've done that if he hadn't known I was a pureblood. He said that I was 'doing quite a number' on his head. I think he really likes me, but it was like he wouldn't pursue it without knowing I was a pureblood first. And I think that's kind of shallow." Harry finished. He quickly looked pleadingly at Ron and Hermione. They got the hint. Harry wanted them to make a big deal of it being shallow, not about what actually happened.

"Oh yeah, totally shallow." Ron said quickly.

"I can't believe he'd be that low…"

"I'm going to murder him in his sleep." The room went quiet. Harry, Ron and Hermione stared at Draco. The Slytherin was glaring at Harry. "How could you let him touch you like that! First Finnigan, now some Incandeche slut?" Harry's anger, and his aura, flared at this.

"Meravi is not a slut!" Harry snapped. For some reason, no one could insult his leader in that way. Draco glowered at him.

"Now you're backing him up!" Harry blinked. He didn't know why he was defending Meravi.

"No…I…"

"Oh screw you Potter. It's obvious you can't stay with one person for more than a few days."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Draco stood, walking away.

"It means you're a pitiful whore. You and Meravi deserve each other!"

waits to be pumelled