A/N - So things are beginning to get a bit more exciting. Language warning in here, as if you slash obsessed Drarry fans care about the f-bomb. I really hope you like this one, we're half way through the chapters I've pre-written and I'll begin writing more as soon as I get a response in the reviews.

But Rodacoma and chrissypotter you mean the world to me, if this fic ends up 500 chapters long it's thanks to you two.

Pomfrey spelled Harry with Levicorpus. Not fully comprehending what was happening the wizard flailed and struggled, calling for help. Malfoy hastened to leave.

"Stop right there!"

She told him sharply and made him follow her.

She hurried them all inside and lowered Harry on to a hospital bed, the man instantly tried to jump off.

"Hold him down." She told Malfoy.

"What?!"

"Now!"

"No! Use body bind!"

"I can't he's too strong."

Malfoy didn't understand, how was he supposed to hold Harry down physically if body bind didn't work?

"I'm throwing body bind at him but his magical defenses are up, HOLD HIM!"

Malfoy pulled out his wand.

"STUPIFY!"

He felt the spell hit the area around Harry and rebound off again. What the hell? How was the wizard doing that? It was impossible.

Seeing no other choice Malfoy put his wand away and pushed the fitting Harry back onto the bed. Hands seized his arms and terrified green eyes pierced him. Harry was panting rapidly and cold sweat beaded on his brow, around the lightning crevice etched there. Inching Harry began to push Malfoy back, his shoes sliding on the floor as Harry began to sit up.

Meanwhile Madam Pomfrey had gone into her office, Malfoy looked over his shoulder and could just see her bent over the fireplace, she must have Flood someone. She pulled out her soot-covered head to see what was going on.

"Don't let him get up!"

There was nothing left for it, Malfoy launched himself on top of the bed and used all his weight to hold Harry down, his legs pinning him.

"Harry!" He never used Potter's name and it seemed to work, the struggles lessened.

Malfoy leant in, Harry was thrashing his head from side to side and Malfoy wanted him to hear him.

"Harry, Harry, listen I'm not going to hurt you, I couldn't even if I wanted to, you're safe, ok? You're safe."

Inwardly Malfoy felt enraged, why did he have to put himself through this for Potter's sake? It was demeaning, but it was his fault and he worried about the outcome should McGonagall find that out.

Harry's movement stopped and he lay rigidly still whilst his eyes stayed squeezed closed.

"I'm safe?"

"Yes, yes you're safe."

"But what about everyone else?"

"They're safe too."

Harry relaxed even more; re-opening his eyes he looked at Malfoy.

"You're right." He said.

Malfoy looked at him confused.

"Our whole side were muggle loving idiots, we never should have gone to war." They'd all still be alive if we hadn't"

"Shut up Potter, you're delirious."

"We were all wrong! I never should have fought! Everyone was wrong!"

"Ssshhhh!" In a panic Malfoy clamped a hand over Harry's mouth. "Don't say that stuff to me, I don't want to know."

Harry pulled his head away from the hand.

"But you're the only one who'll understand." Tears sprung from eyes that could no longer look at Malfoy.

"You know you were fighting for the wrong people, even before the war was lost, you can understand that everything was wrong."

Harry's body shuddered.

"Why did they make me do it? I didn't have to fight him. Why did they make me?"

"I-I don't know, look stop…"

"Please tell me? They told me I had to kill him and then I actually wanted to, I was just a kid! Why would I want to join a war? Help kill people!"

"I don't know."

Now Draco's throat was closing up, he really wished Potter would fucking shut up! Pomfrey came rushing out.

"They're coming, I'll get some potions to give him. Will you help?"

"No!" Harry looked defiant. "No potions, I'll be alright. Pomfrey, I think I've caused Malfoy some trouble if you'd tell him to get off me I'd like to talk with him."

Pomfrey eyed Harry's face with concern.

"I'm not leaving."

Malfoy got off Harry and the bed and straightening his robes he nodded.

"I agree I don't trust my own abilities to restrain Harry should he go through another episode. However if you were to wait in your office for whoever is arriving by Floo I could cast a simple Muffliato charm."

"Fine." Pomfrey replied and rushed into her office.

"Muffliato! Fucking hell Potter, you're more messed up than me even."

"Forget everything I just said and I won't tell anyone you cursed me."

"What?"

"I'm fucking serous Malfoy. If I tell McGonagall you sent Sectumpempra at me she won't care what else went down and your plans to become potions master will be good as a squashed flubber worm. I need you to keep under wraps that I'm spellshocked, it's not in my interests for the Prophet to get wind."

"They could find out any way."

"Don't be stupid. If they print anything I'll assume it was you."

"That's not very Gryffindor."

"Shut up about houses even a Hufflepuff can act like a snake if they need to."

"Well you'll never see a Slytherin crying about having to participate in a war!"

"You never cried?" Harry asked skeptically whilst self-consciously wiping the tears away.

"Of course not, a Malfoy is above such emotions."

"Oh yes? Then out of curiosity, how did you learn that spell to begin with?"

"Which spell?"

Harry up and slid off the bed, without warning he parted the top of Malfoy's robes and peered at the now exposed collarbone.

"Yep, still some scaring, so I suppose you haven't forgotten."

The previously speechless Malfoy reeled back and punched Harry hard in the face.

"Mr. Malfoy!"

Pomfrey raced out of her office and toward the wizards. Harry quickly de-cast Muffliato.

"It was my fault, I provoked him." Harry stated through a bloody nose.

"Nonetheless I'll be reporting this and Mr. Malfoy may expect a resignation letter!"

"I can't believe this." Malfoy headed for the door.

"OBLIVIATE!" The bellowed charm hit Pomfrey squarely and the medical witch turned calmly and went into her office. Malfoy had stopped to see if the charm had been cast at him.

"What did you do?" The blonde wizard didn't need an answer; he looked after Pomfrey and his eyes widened.

"You can't do that! You've probably brain-damaged her."

Harry laughed.

"If I have then I'll take you down with me."

Malfoy gulped. "Oh merlin! Should we check on her?"

Harry shook his head. "I'm good at charms."

"That was Obliviate! You need to train in that. Crap she's going to need to go to Mungo's"

"I know all about Obliviate Malfoy, I practiced it for three months."

"On what?" Malfoy asked, scrunching his face in thought, a funny look on the usually smooth skin.

"Myself, idiot. Bloody hell, look that memory was fresh, she's fine."

Harry pushed past the annoying blonde.

"Madam Pomfrey?"

"Yes Harry?" She rushed out of her office.

"I seem to have fallen, can you fix my nose?"

"How on earth? Draco move aside! Here let me see that." She quickly began repairing the cracked cartilage.

"No, don't you leave Mr. Malfoy. You were here when he came out of his spellshock, we'll need to look into that."

"Wait, what?" They asked simultaneously.

"I've seen others who've been traumatised from the war, a lot of healers are volunteering for those in Azkaban. Considering the severity of your case you shouldn't be lucid now."

The witch had fixed his nose and had begun examining his eyes and mouth and posture and reflexes.

"What's that got to do with Malfoy?" Harry asked as the blonde also said.

"What's that got to do with me?"

"You were talking to him weren't you?" Pomfrey directed at Malfoy.

"What ever you said to him must have brought him back."

Harry pulled away from Pomfrey aggressively.

"Excuse me but he did not bring me back!"

Malfoy said nothing but began to look as if he was obliviated.

"I was fine!" Harry continued.

"Harry you were having a fit." Pomfrey told him sharply. "Your healer will be here soon, he'll be able to discuss this further with you."

"My healer?"

"Here I am!" Said a deep voice and emerging from Pomfrey's office was Dante, dressed suspiciously well.

"Pomfrey, Mr. Malfoy, if neither of you mind I will take Harry to somewhere quieter."

"That's fine Healer. Everglade."

"We're in the hospital wing." Draco pointed out snarkily. "What could be quieter?"

Harry felt annoyed, why did Malfoy need to comment?
"I didn't know you cared so much." He said, making the blonde snarl and he swiftly left the wing, hoping Dante would follow.

"Your office should suffice." Dante who was indeed at his heels, informed him.

Harry nodded and took the stairs to the first floor, inside the main doors he found his quarters and said "Pegasus." Continuing through he vaguely remembered someone telling him he could reach his office from there. Sure enough, along the corridor was a battered wood door, so grey it blended with the stone.

"Through here." Harry told the healer. He opened the door and it revealed an empty closet.

Feeling embarrassed Harry let out an uncertain "Er." As he tried to figure out how he'd explain himself. Dante chuckled and went past Harry to enter the closet; at the back he pulled on a small latch and it sprung away to show an empty office.

"After you." Dante said, stepping aside.

The office was in a tower, a very high tower, so high he might have guessed it was the astronomy tower had he not known any better. A large, arched window took up the middle of the left wall, there was a broom rack underneath it, he would bet the window could open, a fact supported by the view of the Quidditch pitch beneath it.

A polished desk sat in the middle of the room, it had two stuffed chairs on one side and a high-backed seat behind it that seemed made of broom handles.

Dante took a cushioned one.

"Please sit." He asked Harry who took the other cushioned chair.

"It's dark in here, may I put up some lights?"

Harry nodded and the healer shot some lights up into the corners of the room from his wand.

"This doesn't need to take much time, you just need to tell me the events of this afternoon including why you obliviated Poppy."

"I-"

"Please Harry, from the start."

"Only if this is confidential."

"I'm sorry I have to collaborate our sessions with McGonagall."

"Then I'm sorry I'm not telling you anything."

"Know that she and I can't act on anything you say to me, we can't tell anyone else, we are bound by oath."

"I still can't."

"She's more reasonable then you give her credit for. Why are you protecting Draco Malfoy? I thought you saw him as an enemy."

"He and I made a deal, he's keeping his mouth shut as long as I do the same."

"And you trust his word?"

"I blackmailed him, it's a language he understands and that I trust."

"What's so important then that you made a deal with your former enemy to protect it?"

"It's not that important, it was all nothing really, it's just better for our jobs if we keep it to ourselves."

"You don't think McGonagall would understand? She's your guardian, you're meant to trust her."

"I do trust her."

Dante nodded understandingly.

"Then you shouldn't bar her from helping you with this situation, I will be discreet with the information you give me."

"Well I can't trust her not to take this out on Malfoy…"

"But that doesn't matter if you're not protecting him."

"I'm not, just then he'd have reason not to keep to himself how I acted."

Again Dante nodded.

"Who could he tell that would think of you differently? who wouldn't understand your trauma?"

Harry thought about it.

"Well, no one really I guess, but it's not just telling people, it's also using it against me."

"You're afraid he'd taunt you?"

"Yeah, I guess?"

Dante shifted in his chair to cross his legs. Harry couldn't help but do the same.

"Why is it that you care how he acts toward you?"

"I don't like it!"

Dante shrugged. "Fair enough."

There was a pause and Harry regretted talking at all, why did he care what Malfoy thought? he guessed he didn't, he might as well say what happened what went down at the shack but then again that was breaking his word and the Gryffindor in him didn't agree to it.

"Do you understand the condition you have?" Dante asked Harry.

"Pomfrey said I was spellshocked."

"It's a phenomena we're finding with many witches and wizards involved in the war, as well as the victimized muggles. Those who were placed under different traumas or stress for unrelenting periods of time are now experiencing intense moments of magical and psychological distress we're calling fits. There's a correlation between the amount of trauma and severity of the fits, such as, the Death eaters who saw many muggle killings are having worse effects than those who only saw a few."

Harry paused his line of thought and played over what Dante had just said.

"But they're death eaters."

"Yes but they are also human and no human actually wants to kill…except in rare cases when they're already psychologically damaged."

"But they chose to join Voldemort."

"And how many do you think would have chosen to leave if they could? Our worse trauma victims are the death eaters, ironically there are few people Voldemort treated worse."

Harry shuddered.

"You shared a mental link with Voldemort during his reign did you not?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah."

"So am I right to assume that you saw and experienced a lot of what his followers did?"

"I suppose so."

"And I, in researching your very vast and complex case have discovered you had disclosed to you a prophesy of sorts that dubbed you the sole savior of Wizarding kind, that you alone could defeat Voldemort and if you were unsuccessful would die?"

"I did, Dumbledore told me."

Dante nodded.

"When did he tell you?"

"I saw it in his Pensieve in fifth year."

"Two years before the war actually commenced?"

"I suppose."

"When did the threats on your life begin?"

That one was easy.

"When I was one."

"Could you list them?"

Harry thought about it.

"There was when my parents were murdered, and then my first year here my Defense Professor was hosting Voldemort and they tried to kill me then, first during a Quidditch match and then in the third floor corridor. In my second year a Horcrux of Voldemort's sent a Basilisk on the school and then attacked me with it not to mention the Acromantula that tried to eat my friend Ron and me. In my third year I thought my Godfather was trying to murder me all year but when I found out I was safe from him my Defense professor of that year transformed into a werewolf and attacked us and then Dementors tried to suck our souls out. In Fourth year an escaped death eater disguised as Mad Eye Moody got me into the Triwizard Tournament and at the end transported me and my schoolmate to Voldemort's resurrection, I saw them kill him and then I brought his body back with a portkey when they tried to kill me too. In fifth year the ministry sent a witch who tortured me with a blood quill, I had dreams that revealed people close to me were in danger and getting attacked and I needed to go to the ministry to save them. When I did I found out it was a trap and me and all my friends came under attack and my godfather got killed, I escaped, in sixth year I wasn't targeted but I was with Dumbledore when he was killed and I knew Voldemort was back and then…"

"The war?" Dante finished for him and Harry nodded.

"It seems you have been constantly threatened since becoming a Wizard, what about before that? Muggles raised you, free of all this, it must have been nice for you?"

Harry barked with laughter.

"You don't' have any pleasant childhood memories?"

Harry looked Dante squarely in they eye.

"When I was living with the Dursley's all I could think of was returning to Hogwarts and all the danger I just told you about!"

Dante suddenly looked at a loss.

"You mean that was no good either?"

"Basically I was the Dursley's house elf, they loved reminding me how insignificant I was by locking me up and starving me. Merlin forbid I mention magic, my parents or even look at them, Vernon wasn't exactly shy dishing out a beating."

Dante paled dramatically.

"You didn't have any muggle friends?"

"My cousin Dudley wouldn't let anyone talk to me, and adults thought I was a delinquent."

"Why didn't anyone do anything, shouldn't you have been relocated?" Dante asked, summoning notes out from his robes and quickly looking through them.

"Well the Weasleys looked after me a lot after they realized what was going on, they became like my pseudo family, especially after Sirius died."

"Oh well then you have happy memories with them?" Dante asked.

"Yeah but I don't really like thinking on it."

"Why?"

"They all got caught up in the war, even Ron and Ginny, because of me. They lost their son Fred and George and Bill got maimed. They're at Mungo's so you've probably seen them."

"Oh the red heads?"

Looking a little ill Dante nodded in understanding.

"Um…on assessment I think you probably are severely spellshocked."

"How badly?"

"Well seeing as our most severe case is five years under duress of magical warfare, your seventeen years coupled with childhood abuse and neglect, the fact the trauma you experienced stemmed both from the enemies heinous crimes and the immediate threat to all those close to you…"

"Yes?"

"I think healers may need to redefine what severely spellshocked is."

Harry's heart sank.

"Am I curable."

Dante smiled.

"If I'd known all this before today I would have said no but seeing as now you're lucid..."

"And what does that mean?"

"Our most severe victims, on going into their first fits never pulled out, they had to be put into magical comas and are being monitored in the new Potter Ward."

"The what ward?"

"Yes, sorry about that, it's a secret ward though so don't feel too bad."

"So somehow my reactions aren't as bad?"

"Well seeing as you have no recollection of what you said and did and you had to be physically restrained because you were resistant to magic, I'd say your reaction was phenomenally bad. Tell me, to you agree that Draco Malfoy may have been able to get through to you?"

Harry thought on the idea and found it disgusted him.

"To be honest with you, the only reason he was able to stop the fit was because he triggered it to begin with."

"How so?"

"He attacked me and I thought he wanted to kill me."

"And what after that?"

"As you said, I don't remember."

Dante rose off the chair and walked over to a door they hadn't entered through, beside it was a chest. The healer rummaged around and came out with some goblets. He brought them back to the chairs and Harry was mildly surprised to see them filled with wine.

"Drink up." He instructed. And Harry did, finding he enjoyed the sweet, tangy taste.

"I have another theory but I don't think you'll like it."

Harry shrugged, so far Dante seemed smart and if he didn't think Harry would like the theory then he was probably right.

They sipped some more.

"Nonetheless if you like my theory or not you need to spend more time with Draco."

"No."

"It will be good for your health."

"It will be detrimental for my health!"

"If I told you my theory you would understand."

"I don't want your theory."

"Okay, then tell me how Draco attacked you today?"

"What's this theory?"

Dante smiled. "If you don't want it, it's totally up to you."

"Well if you don't tell me now I'll be thinking about it won't I?"

"Fair enough. My theory is you and Draco are linked."

"Well I can tell you first hand we're not and don't call him Draco, you don't even know him."

"Don't you call him Draco? You've been peers for at least six years."

"Well I don't."

"You didn't get along, makes sense, in nearly every way you're completely opposite which means quintessentially you're the same person."

"No it doesn't, it means we're nothing alike! Which I happen to like just fine."

"For starters Harry, neither of you ever had the option to stay neutral in the war, you've had it affect you since young ages and had role models you trusted bestow positions of immense responsibility, you're both trained soldiers and you've known little else outside of that."

Harry gave Dante a belittling look.

"I don't think you know what you're talking about."

"We can start with the more menial things then, you were in rival houses, both seekers for your Quidditch team, both were regularly on detention…"

"Yes but only because he provoked me!"

"And no doubt he'd say the same thing." Dante cleared his throat and continued. "Your situations in the war were the same, not factoring in you were on opposite sides, neither of you had a choice in playing pivotal roles and both of you took on your roles with enthusiasm because they were presented to you by those you admired. Tell me, how have you come to view the outcome of the war?"

"We lost." Harry said sullenly.

"Even though Voldemort's dead?"

"Especially because of that. Too many died, no one should have had to loose their lives, even Voldemort, I've seen what has become of him and no one should have to face that fate."

"You've seen the afterlife?"

"Something similar."

Dante gulped the rest of his wine.

"You need an outlet for information like that."

"Isn't that what you're for?"

Dante laughed. "In your case Harry all I can do is collect all the information I can, analyze you and put you on potions, I can't begin to offer understanding, I never saw Voldemort's face, I was no where near the war, I never saw anyone killed, in the proportions of the magical world, the war was a small-scale, it engulfed the lives of those involved in it but left everyone else mostly unscathed."

"So you think Draco's the only one who'll understand me?"

"There's a reason you don't talk to your friends, why do you think they fought Voldemort to begin with?"

"Because of me."

"And why did you fight?"

"Because I had no choice."

"Exactly. And why doesn't Draco talk to his friends."

"I don't know."

"Why did Draco join the war?"

"He had a choice, he could have not become a death eater; Dumbledore would have given him refuge."

"Dumbledore orchestrated the Light side of the war, he didn't offer Draco neutrality but an option to switch sides, why would he choose that when his family were all fighting for Voldemort?"

Harry's mouth hung open; surely Dumbledore would have let Malfoy go neutral if he hadn't wanted to fight. Then again Harry hadn't wanted to fight but Dumbledore told him the prophecy. Then there was Snape who'd switched sides and Dumbledore had made him stay a contender. Had Draco switched sides, wouldn't he then have had to prove his allegiance and fight against his own family and friends?

Harry cringed as he realized that during his internal dialogue he'd said Draco instead of Malfoy.

Dante looked at Harry meaningfully.

"I get that you don't trust Malfoy and that the two of you may never become friends, but perhaps if you were able to dig up some information on him you could use that and make him talk to you, if he discovers you know too much about him he will probably ask you questions so you're on the same footing again, if you can regulate that power play once a month or so it will help with your healing."

Harry nodded, that actually sounded a little fun. He'd have to get around McGonagall though.

"In the mean time, avoid any triggers to your fits, keep a diary perhaps of anything that causes you flashbacks, what you see in the flashbacks. Keep near enough to Malfoy that he can bring you back too."

"He didn't!"

"Let us for argument's sake say that he did because there aren't any other explanations and it's better to be safe than sorry."

Harry too finished his wine.

"Let's return to your quarters, may I use your Floo?"

"It only connects to my house in London."

Dante looked around.

"Accio broom." A standard broom flew from the wine trunk and into his hands.

"Can I borrow this?"

Harry nodded. Quite elegantly Dante spelled open the windows and flew out calling

"Goodbyeeeeeee I'm missing my date!"

Then he was gone into the setting sky.

Harry thought about how strange the healer was as he figured how to get back into his quarters, he would go to bed now, skipping dinner, however a House Elf was waiting for him.

"Mr. Potter is needed in the Little Hall." The elf informed.

Harry sighed and shook his head, he really couldn't. He needed rest and an opportunity to clear his mind of everything that happened.

"The meeting is waiting for Mr. Potter! Headmistress says she won't start without him!"

With that Harry moved away from the couch he'd been about to lay on. Really? Wasn't this taking things too far?"

"Okay." Harry told the Elf tiredly and headed out of the room. Miracles did happen because Harry somehow was able to navigate the spinning room and enter the Little Hall. Inside they were not in fact waiting but were in discussion over a rogue creeping-vine, which was led by Professor Spout.

Harry searched the table, there were more present today, Pomfrey had come up from the hospital wing, although Luna must've left the night before Mr. Filch had brought along Mrs. Norris and she'd been given her own seat.

He couldn't see any spare; he took seconds searching around until he saw there was in fact one spare seat, sandwiched between Nightingale and the Slytherin bastard himself. Harry scowled as he moved across to it. Malfoy didn't look too happy either, Harry sat down and found himself a little overwhelmed, his two colleagues hadn't left much room between themselves, on one side Nightingale was wearing delicate robes with short arms and a low neckline, from her exposed skin wafted a sweet-spicy aroma that reminded Harry all-too readily the feelings that he'd been developing for her. Her skin looked incredibly soft and her hair that was tousled smelt even more incredible. Harry decided to lean closer to her; As for the presence seated on his other side, it was overwhelming in a different sense. There was a self-conscious awareness of Malfoy that made his stomach sick with crawling worms and his heart pulse, Harry knew it had everything to do with what had transpired at the shrieking shack and what he had talked about with Dante. As he'd turned fully away from Malfoy his awareness of him made him feel like a giant ball of heat that was burning his neck and all along his back making it impossible for Harry to remember how he naturally sat. All of these sensations combined were especially unpleasant and reminded Harry exactly how much he hated Malfoy.

"Well that was troublesome." Nightingale stated lightly, turning to Harry who dreading, realized he hadn't heard a word.

"I'm sure she'll have it sorted before next week, are you ok?"

Harry nodded.

"You look uncomfortable."

"I'm tired."

"Oh yes I saw you training on the pitch today!" Her pretty face broke into a smile. "My cousin Oliver plays professionally and you could give him a run for his galleons."

Harry smiled back but his heart wasn't in it.

"Miss Nightingale, you had an announcement?" McGonagall asked from down the table.

"Oh yes, that's right." Nightingale laughed. "Um, there has been found a fundamental error in any third year text book on the 1858 convention of vampires…"

A sharp jab pushed Harry in an upright position.

"You were falling asleep." Malfoy snapped under his breath.

"Mind your own business."

But Harry was falling asleep and couldn't help it, it seemed the more he wanted to stay awake, the more he couldn't keep your eyes open.

"You know missing sleep, you were just asking to have an episode!" Came a whisper from over his shoulder.

"Shut up Malfoy unless you want McGonagall to find out."

"No doubt you already told your healer."

"As a matter of fact I didn't. You should be grateful I got barely any sleep last night, it was for you after all."

Nightingale, who must have been the only one able to hear them, began choking halfway through listing all the effected books.

Immediately both boys stopped their conversation.

Nightingale was able to continue and finish, looking a little flushed. As soon as she sat down the armor served their dinner again. Immediately in front of Harry was an autumn broth, he figured he might as well have it since he couldn't be bothered reaching for anything else. As he was filling his bowl he noticed Nightingale was ignoring him, she was holding a half-hearted conversation with Grossly and not looking too pleased.

"Will you hurry up, you're taking all night."

"Have something else."

Malfoy gave Harry an incredulous look and Harry shoved the only ladle towards him.

"May I remind you, you're in a professional environment?"

Harry's eyes narrowed, normally he would apologize, choosing to be the better wizard but in this case he was at his wit's end.

He began eating the food disdainfully, why was Malfoy born at all? Everything was harder with him around.

"I think we'll keep this meeting short, is there anything else to add?" Spoke McGonagall and Harry noticed no one else had grabbed much food and most had finished.

"Goodnight then."

Harry pushed aside his half filled bowl and got up to find Malfoy was blocking him, talking intently with the blond mentor.

"Move Malfoy."

Their conversation stopped.

"Excuse me Potter?"

"I said, please would you let me pass?"

Malfoy turned to face him and dropped his voice to a deadly whisper. "You know someone as unstable as you shouldn't be speaking to their betters like that."

"Oh please, we both know you shouldn't be speaking like that, given what you are."

Malfoy's face paled.

"Don't act as if your proud of it anymore, a whole courtroom knows you think it was wrong."

Abruptly Draco stepped away looking conflicted. Harry passed easily and left the hall to go back to his quarters, however as soon as he was out the doors and into the dark corridor beyond them he felt someone push him up against a wall, his back slamming against the stone. Two arms that were as strong as his own pinned him there by his right arm and his head.

It had to be Malfoy because who else would have the gall to resort to physical violence in such a situation? However it was so dark in the room Harry couldn't see, all he knew was they were male and slender, judging by the slight jut of hip bones pressing against him. Angry, ragged breath hit his face, breath that sounded, smelt and tasted of Malfoy, or at least what he imagined.

"Look here, Potter." His suspicions became confirmed by words dripping with venom.

"I was never wrong, if Voldemort hadn't been weekend by his first attempt on your life the purebloods would have risen."

Harry pulled himself together, not allowing him self to struggle aimlessly.

"I think you're getting two things mixed up."

"What?"

"It's not as if yours was the first pureblood movement. They've been successful in the past before."

"Yes I know that."

"So your mixing up a legitimate political campaign to gain rights for old pureblood families with an insane death mission to conquer the world and wipe out muggles, run by a madman bent on immortality."

Draco didn't let Harry go and the dark-haired wizard began rapidly overheating.

"Could you let me go?"

"Having another episode?"

"Might be."

"Good."

"Good?"

"This one might be permanent." The words were sincere and Malfoy pushed even closer, completely pinning Harry with his body.

Harry's body was going into adrenalin overdrive, having his enemy completely restrain him, his heart thumped and blood pulsed and his breath couldn't keep up, but hen everything became irrelevant as he realized his body was responding. Oh shit, how distanced from human contact did he have to be for this to happen? The familiar tingle was starting and Malfoy was so close he was going to feel what was happening too. Malfoy took his hand away from his head to grab his other arm and Harry took the opportunity. He head-butted the blonde right in the face, hearing a crack. Malfoy stumbled away from him. Free Harry didn't waste time, he ran for his life.

PS - Sorry to keep going but I have unintentionally begun a Merthur (Merlin-Arthur) Fanfic, this fan fiction takes priority for now but it will be an intense rush getting both finished before I start university next year, support is desired. Much love X