For the most part, Draco kept his insults at bay, especially since he had been invited to join Harry's band. He knew it would be rather rude for him to make snide comments left, right and centre, so he stayed quiet. Although he knew Harry didn't mind -expected it even- Draco held his tongue. Today, however was one of the days when he felt as if it was okay to throw a half-arsed insult in the direction of the Gryffindor. He was being stared at the most gormless of sidekicks, and he knew it was only a matter of time before they became suspicious again. The old Draco would've found the opportunity far too tempting to ignore entirely.

A few days ago, as they had been saying their goodbyes to the band, Harry had slipped in the mud and sprained his knee. He had obviously been limping around ever since. Despite being told -rather firmly- to stay well and truly clear of the subject, Draco knew that it was expected of him and so took the not so golden opportunity. Confidently, he strode over to Harry and Jake and smirked. The Gryffindor looked slightly alarmed. He personally didn't believe what he was about to say overstepped any boundaries whatsoever.

"You really should be gentler with the poor Gryffindor" he declared, ignoring the look of horror on Harry's features. "He's clearly not up to such rough treatment."

The look of almost pure rage on that contorted Harry's features made Draco pause. He wondered if he had accidentally struck a nerve. He could recall seeing dark love bites on the boy's neck on numerous occasions. The severity of the glare directed at him made him think he had gone too far. Just a tad. Stunned silence blanketed the rest of the students as they stared at the two. Draco could quite clearly see the disgust in Harry's eyes. It made him feel terrible.

"Didn't I fucking tell you what would happen if said anything like that ever again?" The fury in the boy's voice was so tangible, so palpable that Draco could almost feel it in the air, it laced the boy's words like poison. Draco would almost certainly be well and truly dead if looks could kill. Inexplicably, he was suddenly fearful for his life. In an foolish attempt to hide his terror, he made one final stab at the gaping maw of a wound.

"Yeah, and what the fuck are you going to do about it?"

Potter's hands were large, larger than Draco had ever realised, and his fingers dug painfully into Draco's shoulders. He felt utterly helpless in the boy's strong embrace. His head smarted as it connected with the brickwork. He had no idea what was going on. His scalp stung even more as Potter's hands threaded into his hair. It was at that point he realised what was going on, and apparently so did the rest of the class. They didn't do anything though, they were far too interested in finding out what was going to happen next. His knees trembled as he closed his eyes in dread. There was a murmur of awe as Harry's lips clashed against his.

Though the setting wasn't quite what he had hoped it would be, the act of actually kissing the Gryffindor was way more than he had ever imagined it to be. Far better than his imagination. Unconsciously, he clung to Potter's shirt as his knees began to buckle beneath him, and he was so unbelievably humiliated by it, and by the frantic pounding of his heart, and the desperation he felt as he eagerly returned the boy's kiss. Draco loathed himself, loathed how fierce and attractive the Gryffindor was. It wasn't fair! Moreover, why wasn't Jake stopping Potter! Surely, that would happen any second, and then he could crawl under a rock and die of embarrassment. Potter's body was hot and solid against Draco's and the blonde could barely think straight. Draco was finding it increasingly difficult to draw breath, he began to feel faint.

"How fucking dare you say anything like that, you filthy fucking hypocrite!" Potter punctuated his livid remark by once more thumping Draco's shoulders against the wall. "You! The fucking exhibitionist! The fucking masochist and voyeur!"

The Gryffindor continued to thrust Draco against the brickwork. As if to emphasise his point, Potter's teeth closed on Draco's throat, a sudden and very painful reminder of their encounter at the lake. Despite himself, he gasped and gripped Potter's arms. "

Is this how you fucking re-

"I fucking swear if your hand so much as twitches in the direction of that pocket again, Zabini, I'll twist his arm right out of its fucking socket!"

Quite understandably, Draco hoped that Blaise would follow Potter's instructions. He did briefly wonder where the fuck their Professor was. Without warning, Potter backed off, and Draco tentatively opened his eyes once more. He was absolutely shocked at how upset Potter was. Everybody else seemed to be too fearful to interfere, and so just watched the drama unfold.

"After all the time I spent teaching you, trying to convince my friends that you aren't a complete fucking dick, even introducing you to the others, this is what you fucking do to me?" It was apparent that none of the others had ever seen Potter this out of control, no one seemed willing to step forward and save Draco from another bout of humiliation.

"I'm so-"

"Draco Malfoy, don't you dare, don't you dare tell me you're sorry!" Harry yelled as he finally struck. There was a unanimous wince as Draco fell to the floor, clutching the side of his face. He felt so dizzy, and the stone floor was comforting on his heated skin. "You can go fuck yourself with a pineapple too!"

Draco stared at Potter's legs as he retreated, saddened that he had upset the boy so badly. A hand came into his field of view, but it wasn't Snape's, it was Jake's, and he gratefully accepted the aid.

"...Potter hits a lot harder than I thought he could." He was going to cry, he couldn't help it, he was too embarrassed to be angry, and he couldn't stand the smirks and the pitying glances from his housemates.

"Do you need to see Madam Pomfrey?" Jake asked, his tone neutral. Draco didn't understand why he wasn't furious.

"I think so, I feel sick... Dizzy..." he couldn't muster the energy to make any further elaborations. He was terrified of what was going to happen, what his housemates would think. The thoughts wouldn't come together in his head, it was all just a jumbled mess. Jake's supportive arm felt heavy across his shoulders, in spite of the boy's limb being so thin. As soon as they had rounded the corner, he couldn't stop the tears from falling, he felt like the embodiment of death, and it certainly wasn't a pleasant sensation. Hillier's fingers were just as long as Potter's, Draco observed, as Jake gripped his shoulder comfortingly.

"I messed up, didn't I?" Draco queried sardonically, simultaneously sobbing and laughing hysterically.

Jake deliberated for a few moments.

"Come with me, we're going to take a wander, maybe you'll understand by the end of it," he eventually revealed and steered Draco in the direction of the front doors. It was bitterly cold outside, but Jake seemed not to notice.

"You might not realise, but I have a bucket tonne of shit wrong with me. I can't eat bread, I'm allergic to loads of different foods," he began as he perched on a large rock. "I can't breathe properly, can't read and right properly. The list goes on and on for miles, but I think one of the least important things about me, one that gets a lot of negative stigma, is that I have something called Attention Deficit Disorder. In other words, I'm disabled."

Draco stared at the boy, more than a little shocked at the revelation.

"ADD means that I can't concentrate very well, I often lose my train of thought, and I go off topic very easily. There's already whisperings about it, I've mentioned it a few times in music when my brain decided to take a vacation, but you and Harry don't exactly pay an awful lot of attention to what I say in music, you're too busy trying to feel each other up. Don't think I don't know about that. Do you know what the general opinion of people with mental disabilities is?" Jake asked, gazing in the general direction of the lake.

"Violent... and dumb..." Draco answered guiltily.

"So do you see the problem with joking about me being sexually aggressive? Back at home, I don't know if Harry told you about this, but there's a lot of stuff going on with our band being in a lot of trouble, we injure ourselves all of the time when we practise, we're all really clumsy, but because two of us are over the age of consent, and one of us -me of course- is disabled, the school that the others go to is really suspicious of us. I'm not going to go into too much detail. What I think Harry was aiming to do was take attention away from his injury, and its connotations by exposing you, it wasn't a nice thing to do, granted, but people are going to talk about it for a long time, so with any luck, when the focus returns to Harry, he won't be limping around like an idiot any more.

"What's more is, I cannot help it, if we both enjoy sex, I can't do anything about the way we like our sex either!

"From now on, Draco, you have to think about what you're saying! If you say something like that again, I will kidnap you, tie you to a chair in my bedroom, and do all kinds of wicked things until the message sinks in!"

Draco wanted to divert Jake from that route as quickly as possible, and so decided to ask about some of the other things the Gryffindor had mentioned. Draco paused. He didn't even know what House the boy had been in at school, he had just assumed he was a Gryffindor.

"What House were you in?" He asked rather abruptly, almost certain the answer was going to be Gryffindor.

"Ravenclaw," Jake answered in a heartbeat.

"So how come you're on Harry's timetable?"

"Actually, I'm on Hermione's. Well, I have asthma, I'm going to assume you don't know what that is. Basically inside your chest are your lungs right? Well there are little tubes in your lungs, and if you're asthmatic they become inflamed from loads of harmless things, like pollen and smoke. Ravenclaws have Potions and Herbology on the same day, so I'd probably end up really ill," Jake explained.

Draco was grateful that the other had kept the explanation simple. He didn't know an awful lot about how the body actually worked. The next question that came to mind, was one that had bugged him since Potter had made his move.

"Why didn't you stop him?" "

You'd just accused me of being inappropriately aggressive, it wouldn't have looked particularly good if I'd pulled him off of you and lost my shit would it?" It still made Draco uncomfortable, the serenity and understanding that was woven through Jake's voice.

"Hang on... if your lungs... why do you smoke?" Draco queried, absolutely stunned by the absurdity of smoking with lungs that didn't work properly in the first place.

"My ex girlfriend got me into it, worst decision of my life, let me tell you!" They sat in silence for a while longer, before Jake slung his arm around Draco's shoulder once more. "He's not mad at you, I promise." Draco doubted that revelation slightly.

I'm so bad at updating regularly!

I'm going to be starting a new project, well combining a few of them into one!

The first chapter will go up sometime soon. I wanted to have a go at writing some almost PWP, so, yeah, that's going to be a thing, it's a revamp of my oldest project yet In the Middle of Chaos.

My fics usually contain OCs, and this one isn't an exception, however at the time I first wrote the fic, I was focusing far too much on the OCs, that won't happen so much, if I'm lucky, although they are kind of some of the main characters.

The story is about Dumbledore hiring external help to prepare the students for war in The Half-Blood Prince :3

Anyhoo, cookies/pocky are available to all who review!