SO! Please bear with me, it gets more original from here

My first chapter was kind of rushed…. It was more of an introduction The length of my chapter ALWAYS varies a lot.

Me Again: don't worry, he will put up one hell of a fight, just not at frist…

Disclaimer: you know the drill

"Well then bloody FIRE HIM!" Malfoy banged his fists on his bed, glaring evilly at McGonagall.

"Fire!…NO!" Harry shook his head, the overwhelm thoughts of firing Hagrid running like an undercurrent through his brain.

McGonagall stared worriedly at Harry, "Mr Potter, are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah fine…" the words 'Man up Potter' floated through his mind, somehow at the back of his head, like he was remembering a long ago dream.

"Fine? FINE? We're not bloody fine! We've been zapped by some halfwit's pink umbrella!" Malfoy's words rattled through Harry's head, riding along on the undercurrent, making him realise that though he did love Hagrid, He was NOT fine.

"Let Potter speak for himself, Mr Malfoy!"

"I'm not fine! I've been zapped by Hagrid!" he could feel Hagrid's shocked gaze running through the back of his head and stole himself to turn around, gazing apologetically at Hagrid.

"See! And he bloody likes the oaf! Now fix this, I'm sick of Potter already." Harry nodded, still feeling Malfoy's emotion through the undercurrent in his head.

"I dun' think 'Arry is able 'ta speak for 'imself, Professor. Maybe it'd be best for 'Im if you just tells em how 'ta break the bond?" Hagrid clapped his massive hands on Harry's shoulders, concern evident on his hairy features.

McGonagall sighed, "Actually I thought maybe you would prefer to meet up with friends and research it? It might make this disturbing news a little more comfortable for you two."

Disturbing News? Well that sounds pleasant. The undercurrent in Harry's brain threw Malfoy's voice to the front of his head, the sensation was like Malfoy was whispering in his ear but somehow he knew no one else could hear it.

"I don't want to see my friends, just tell us now." Do you agree Potter? Or is it just me who doesn't want our dirty laundry aired in front of everyone. Harry blinked, how the hell had Malfoy learnt to talk tough this bond, surely it would be an extremely difficult thing to do?

Harry thought for a moment, about to speak when Malfoy said, Then again, everyone will know soon enough.

No harm in delaying that though. It felt strange trying to send the thought across. Or it should feel strange, but it didn't. It was like this was the perfectly natural way to converse with people.

I don't think we're individual people anymore Potter, I feel as your thoughts and memories are at the back of my brain…

Like a long ago dream?

Poetic, but yes, exactly like that, how do you feel?

Harry shut his eyes and emerged himself in his brain, surprised at what he found. At first it was like you where an undercurrent in my brain, but now… it's like I'm the undercurrent. It's easy to block out your thoughts and stuff, it just feels like something I'd have to get used to. But now it's weird…I'm still me but…

If our mind was a room, my stuff would be at the front?

Harry smirked, Poetic, but yes.

"Mr Malfoy, Mr Potter?" McGonagall's eyes flickered worriedly between the two. "Where you two just conversing?"

Malfoy snorted, "Yes, isn't that strange that you know what we were doing? Pretty heft conclusion to jump to…unless you already know about this bond thingy and how it works?" Malfoy's tone was sly and snarky, but Harry could see his was genuinely curious, and in his mind riling McGonagall would give him answers.

"Yes Mr Malfoy, I already know something about this type of bond." McGonagall glared, at no one in particular this time, "It's rare and unheard off, because your minds aren't actually linked."

Harry opened his mouth to object, but some sort of whip lashed across his mind telling him to shut up and listen. Apparently Malfoy could send impulses to Harry too, not just thoughts, though he could clearly tell the difference between what he thought and what Malfoy thought.

"In fact," continued McGonagall ", you could say it was more of a merging spell."

"You mean we share a mind?" Harry snorted, choking on something that wasn't there. Malfoy's voice sounded like everything he was felt, namely confused and angry.

"Exactly. You are no longer Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, two separate people. You are now Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, two people sharing one brain."

"Does this mean we'll be thicker?" Studying for to be Auror would be hard enough, even without limited brain space.

"Size of the brain has nothing to do with intelligence Potter, the appearance of the brain hardly effects thought patterns." Though technically the more wrinkley the brain, the more intelligent.

Harry had to stop himself from gasping. He'd just remembered something Malfoy knew! Where they sharing memories now?

"Exactly. You two will be fine, although you should expect the more dominant personality to be in charge."

"Eh! Wha' do 'ya mean by tha'?" Hagrid clapped Harry on the shoulder again, apparently Hagrid was trying to make up for casting the strange spell on him and Malfoy by arguing for Harry.

"It means the dominant personality, will express the other personality's opinions, mostly talk for them and sometimes make decisions for them."

"Tha's terrible!"

"Not really, they share a brain, so the dominant personality is merely expressing the other personality's feelings for them. The outcome is the same, and the same thought and opinions are expressed, just in a different manor then most people are used to. In fact when I call it the dominant personality, I might be wrong. Having someone express things for you is quite lazy, meaning that it could be the person who doesn't speak much that is dominant. Again not normal for most people"

"Most people?" For once Harry agreed with Draco's tone, though he still wasn't too sure about the sneer.

"Almost everyone." She amended "To my knowledge, you two are the only people for this to happen to, the rest is theory."

Shit. This time Harry couldn't tell whose thought that was.

Harry watched as tiny beetle scurried across the floor. He and Malfoy had been waiting side by side for ten minutes now for Harry's friends to show up and both where quite bored. The fact that both of them had hardly slept last night, made matters slightly worse.

They'd been offered the opportunity to sit away from each other (seeing as Malfoy had already said that he didn't want to lower his friends value by letting them in a shabby excuse for a medical room like this), but it was almost painfully when they were apart. It was confusing and disorientating to have half of your brain somewhere else, McGonagall had assured them that after about two days they would be used to the sensation, but until then they were both grudgingly enjoying each other's company.

"Harry!"

Harry's head snapped up, all of the Weasley family and Hermione, where rushing at him. Followed closely by Seamus, Luna, Dean and Neville.

"Oh Harry! Are you all right dear?" Mrs Weasley pulled Harry in for hug, wrapping her hands around him so tightly he almost couldn't breathe.

"He's fine, and you're suffocating him." Malfoy eyed the Weasleys wearily, who had all turned and where glaring at him.

Harry cleared his throat. "I'm Fine and you where suffocating me, but just a little bit." He smiled apologetically, hoping he hadn't offended Mrs Weasley.

"Oh! Oh of course dear, I'm so sorry." Mrs Weasley patted the side of Harrys head adoringly, "Now, come with us. We'll all go to Hogsmead, have a drink or two, and you can tell about what happened." The rest of the Weasley clan smiled and Luna, Dean and Seamus asked Mrs Weasley if they too were allowed to come.

"Of course dear! Now come on Harry." Harry stood up and began walking away with the rest of the clan, only to realise Malfoy hadn't followed.

He turned and stared worriedly at him. Come on your coming too.

Malfoy shook his head slowly I'm not invited Potter.

"Harry, are you okay?"

Harry ignored Hermione and continued talking with Malfoy. Come on, you have to!

Why?

Because- Harry frowned, why indeed?

Because…. I'm the dominant personality?

No, because it concerns you too and you know more about this then me.

You and your Weasley friends are very childish Potter…

"Harry!" Ron's voice snapped him out of his Malfoy related trance.

"What sorry?"

"What…What where you just doing?"

"Oh um…" He turned to Malfoy who just raised an eyebrow, "I was talking to Malfoy, I think he should come with us."

You sound like an eight year old child, you and your friends.

Fuck off.

"What!" Ron stared stupidly at Harry, his mouth hanging open.

"Of course!" said Hermione, "Ron of course Malfoy should come with us! He's good at Occlumency and Legilimency, he probably knows more than Harry."

Granger's cottoned on to my extreme intelligence at last.

You're a twat, you know that?

"'Mione, that's sly on Harry!"

"Oh it doesn't mean anything, besides stop fishing for excuses." The last part was muttered threateningly at Ron, to say when he was with Hermione that he was under the thumb, would be an understatement at least.

Maybe Granger should put a leash on her pet Weasel.

"Ron, listen to Hermione, she's a bright girl." Mrs Weasley beamed at Hermione and turned to leave, not before she cast one last unsure look at Malfoy.

There you go, now you can come.

Thanks for dragging me into this Potter. Malfoy sat up gracefully from his chair, after the war he had stopped swaggering and now seemed to prowl.

It would have been uncomfortable for you too… He almost winced at how whiney his voice sounded. Good god why was he so opposed to going alone?

"So Mr Malfoy," Ron's dad smiled anxiously at Malfoy, "I heard you spent a few weeks in the Muggle world. Tell me, where did you stay?"

Malfoy sneered but refrained from saying anything rude, "Hotel."

"Oh! and what is a ho-tel?"

What a muggle lover.

Malfoy sneered again, then let out a sigh as Mr Weasley continued to stare expectantly. "Well basically it's like a big manor house, where you rent out one unusually large room that has been fitted to look like a miniature house. And then they have breakfast facilities and pools and all sorts of muggle activities on offer."

"Fascinating, just fascinating. Now explain to me about this 'p-oo-l' thing?" Mr Weasley pulled out a small notepad and began scribbling down what seemed to be every other word Malfoy spoke.

Look what you've gotten me into Potter.

"So," Mrs Weasley had waited until everyone was safely sat down at their table in The Three Broom Sticks before she began questioning Harry. "How are you both feeling?"

Harry tuned to Malfoy, who smiled. "We're both fine."

We're not fine…

Would you like me to tell the Weasel clan that?

No…

Then shut the fuck up Potter.

"Has Headmistress McGonagall explained anything to you two?"

Harry nodded, but Malfoy spoke "Yes, she said that the spell was some sort of merging spell, meaning that me and Harry now sort of…share a brain."

Everyone gasped and Luna murmured something to Dean about Flubberwiggles and how they each had at least three brains.

"So... what does that mean?" Ginny was staring at Harry with loving concern.

Harry smiled, a warm swirling feeling growing in his stomach Ginny…

Ugh, your pathetic…

"That I know what Potter's thinking, what he's feeling, where he is and some of his memories."

Ginny flushed, "His…memories?"

Ohh, getting horny with the Weasel, are we Potter?

At least i'm getting Horny.

Oh I am. I just dont tie myself down to one person.

"Yes, for example if I was doing potions and couldn't remember the answer to a question but Potter could, then I too would have the memory that would lead me to know the answer."

Not that it's likely, without your special book, you're pretty shit.

How do you know about-!

Ginny relaxed a little, "Oh…that's ok then."

Draco sneered, "Yes quite, I'm glad you think it's all 'Ok'."

"Well, what do you think about the bond then Malfoy?"

"That it's a pain, Weasley" Malfoy's emphasis on the word said he still thought of the Weasley as lower class citizens.

Damn right they are.

Fuck off Malfoy.

"Harry?" Harry turned to look at Luna, who was gazing dreamily at him.

"What do you think of the bond?"

Harry blinked, "That it's a pain, Luna."

Copy cat.

Now who's childish Malfoy?

Luna smiled, "Oh, okay then. I'll just ask Malfoy next time." Harry nodded at Luna, leaning back in his chair slightly.

"Harry dear?" Mrs Weasley face was turning pink with concern, just like everyone else's. Well almost everyone, Seamus and Dean where laughing.

"You do realise dear, that you just agreed for Malfoy to speak for you?"

Harry flushed, "Oh…" Malfoy snorted.

"He didn't mean too, we're both pretty exhausted. Hard to sleep you know."

"Really, why?" Hermione leaned forward eagerly, looking at Malfoy as if he were a book she hadn't read.

"Trying to get two minds to switch off at the same time is very hard, if Potter falls asleep before my minds ready, it feels like I'm being dragged into sleep. So naturally my mind fights back, causing panic for both of us."

"And," Harry added picking up from Malfoy's mind what he was going to say next, "If he falls asleep and I'm doing something so I can't be pulled in, I feel all drowsy and strange."

"So when will you be able to sleep?"

Harry shrugged, "We're learning."

Let's hope this is the one subject you learn quickly in Potter.

If you say one more god damn thing, I swear to god I'll-

You'll what?

Harry continued to stare glumly across the pub, allowing Malfoy to answer all the question. He could sense how tiring it was for Malfoy to answer everything and he felt glad.

Yes, the war was over. And yes, they were meant to be building bridges through houses and all that shit. But Malfoy was a twat.

And, he thought glumly He's my twat.

What's that Pot-

Just fuck off for once Malfoy.

Harry felt his back pressed against the cool hard stone wall.

"Ginny…" Harry let out a sigh and continued to run his fingers through the thick ginger hair, breathing the smell of Ginny's cheap and cheerful perfume.

"Harry…" Ginny wrapped her arms around Harry's neck, her chapped lips moving passionately against his.

"Mmm…" he wrapped his one arm more tightly around her waist, allowing the over hand to run down her muscled back.

Harry felt Ginny's hair thinning beneath his hands, turning soft and silky. Her cheap and cheerful perfume turned into a high class cologne, faint and tempting.

Her lips became thinner and soft, moving more harshly against his, making his hand move quicker over the muscled planes of her chest.

Arms where no longer wrapped around his neck, instead they were traveling hungrily over his shoulder blades.

His cock throbbed painfully as his legs tangled with strong masculine ones, and he felt strong hard hips rub against his own.

"Jesus Malfoy…" Harry felt Malfoy smirk against his lips, his hips moving quicker and closer.

"Man-up Potter, I know you like it rough…"The hands that had been caressing his back where now running lightly down to his belt buckle.

He let out a audible gasp as one pale hand slid inside his boxers...

...

"SHIT!" Harry flung himself up-right in bed, his breathing ragged and uneven.

"What's with you Potter." The sound of Malfoy's cold hard voice made the dream seem more real, and made the pulsing between his legs quicken.

"Oh god…" He shut his eyes, trying to shake the thoughts out of his head.

"What?"

"I-I," Harry swallowed "I think I'm going to be sick." He lunged out of his bed, hitting his leg on one of the beds as he rushed to the toilets where he proceeded to throw up violently.

"What's with You?"