Hello people, I apologise for the last chapter...I was hopped up on Prozac and painkillers, and made Tom Felton say several things that I do not wish for him to say. After reviewing my work, I have decided to make this chapter the REAL version of chapter 6.

For those of you who LIKED the last chapter...you need my Prozac more than I do...and perhaps a slap around the back of the head.

Once again...I apologise sincerely, not just for the fact that I fucked up, but also for the people I just insulted but will still love me anyway ^_^

Love Lady Lucifer.

A short pop told Aeran that Dobby was no longer with him on the rooftop, and with his new knowledge, he himself gave an effort at apparation. He could feel the magic flowing into his body from the life around him, and he popped to the bottom of the Cathedral, abeit a few feet from the ground, and landed with a thump at Malfoy's feet.

"Hello Potter" The trademark smirk was on full power as the blond teen looked upon the sprawled out body at his feet, not that Aeran was looking. Having just faceplanted the floor, it wasn't at the top of his list to look at Malfoy's sadistic grin...even if more than half of the time the face that held it was aesthetically pleasing to the eye.

"Urrgh...phmfupmaphoi" Aeran muffled out through the concrete as he slowly lifted himself from the floor, no help from Malfoy obviously. Aeran noted this and filed it away in a 'Grudges' folder at the back of his mind.

Malfoy frowned at the incoherant answer, he hadn't asked for concrete talk.

"What was that Potter?" Aeran dusted himself off, brushing several bruised ribs that still hadn't healed and snarling in pain, gaining a strange look from Malfoy that said 'WHAT THE FUCK'.

Larune slid out from Aeran's sleeve and hissed in anger as she too had gained several bruises froom the fall. Aeran stroked her softly, holding her to his face as he answered, "I 'said'...Shut up Malfoy. I'm not Harry anymore, that stupid fool is gone."

Malfoy looked warily at Larune before giving Aeran a small, if slightly patronising smile, "What, finally opened your eyes have you?"

"To what, the fact that Dumblefuck is a lying twat, my two best friends are being paid to put up with me, or that Sirius is dead, and now I really am alone!"

If Aeran had been looking for sympathy, he wasn't going to get it here.

"You're just too fucking stupid to notice what goes on around you before it's too late. Fucking Griffindor heritage" Aeran felt his face grow red with rage and it seemed like instinct...sweet, vengeful instinct when his fist grabbed hold of Malfoy's robes and pushed him to the ground.

"Potter you better let go of me right now or I so swear I'll-"

"I don't think you're really in a position to threaten me Malfoy, you're the one on the floor!" Aeran spat at him. Malfoy's glare intensified to a look of outrage. He attempted to lunge forward and head butt Harry, but the raven just moved back out of the way and extended an arm, punching the blond in the face.

As Draco held his now profusely bleeding nose in shock, Aeran cradled his fist with a smile on his face.

"Now I know what Hermiony felt like...It feels good" Draco glared at him, his silver eyes glinting in the sunlight. Fixing his nose with a short 'Episkey' he punched back, Aeran's cheek bearing the brunt of the blow. Landing flat on his arse in front of a cathedral wasn't the highlight of the day.

"In case you haven't noticed Potter, not everybody is as dumb and blind as you"

Aeran shook himself off and stood up, ready for another round. "Then why haven't you left yet? If I'm so stupid then why does the great Draco Malfoy grace me with his presence?"

"And speaking of which, where the hell did your 'golden boy' glasses go to? You get fed up of your trademark already?" Malfoy drawled, disregarding Aeran's last sentence.

"Don't just ignore me, not everything revolves around you and your smarmy arse you know, and for your information, I'm wearing contacts, Auntie Nat confiscated my glasses...said they were detrimental to the health of eyes everywhere"

"Too fucking right, dunno who the bitch is, but your auntie has some great ideas, your eyes look so much sexier without those fucking bottle-caps you called glasses"

"Sorry to bust your bubble dip-shit, but Auntie Nathaniel is a guy, an-...Wait...WHAT! Did, you just compliment my eyes?" Aeran was shell shocked. Malfoy facepalmed and sighed.

"Sure...lets go with that one...god damn freaking half-blood twat" Draco muttered under his breath, mentally freaking out at the boy's stupidity...maybe it was hereditary.

"You COMPLIMENTED ME! Oh this is rich, YOU! Mr Smarmy himself gave a compliment to something other than his own reflection and his mother! I feel quite honoured actually" Aeran smirked, his white teeth glinting in the sun as Draco's face formed into a frown, wrinkles marring that perfect face of his.

~You know, Draco only complimented you becausse he loooovessss you!~ Larune hissed, coiling around Aeran's neck and staring at Draco, her tail twitching every now and then.

~Are you MAD! If you knew him you wouldn't be saying that, and who gave you permission to use his name?~

~I did~

~But you called me Masster before, sshouldn't you be calling him Malfoy?~

~I can call anyone who I like, that and he isss very pretty...he can fertilssse my eggssss any day~

Aeran balked at the thought of such a disgusting image, and Draco looked at him, confused as hell. He was finally convinced that Potter was clinically INSANE, mentally disturbed, one twig short of a broomstick!

"I DID NOT compliment you, I merely stated a fact that your eyes look nicer without your glasses"

"Yeah, but it's kind of a two faced fact, it complimentsss me as well"

"Did you just HISS at me?" Draco looked at Aeran, his mind flicking through buisness cards of all the doctors he knew of in St Mungos for one able to deal with the nutty golden child.

"Umm...Parseltongue kind of fucks up my vocals for a short while, maybe a sentence or two after speaking it"

"God, Slytherin would have loved you if you were anything other than a Gryffin. Not me of course, but you would have been such a hit with Blaise and co" Draco

"I could have been, if you weren't such a dick on the train. The hat wanted me in Slytherin anyway" Aeran looked wistfully into the distance, regret on his face, "I would have put up with all the crap from you if I'd known what bastards the 'so called light' were at the time"

"You 'could' have been in Slytherin?" asked Draco, surprise flitting across his alabaster features.

"Yeah, the hat wanted me there, said I could be great, but you were a twat on the train and after that show I would have chosen any house over Slytherin that day, not just Gryffindor"

Disappointment showed strongly on Draco's features, and he swallowed his snappy retort and looked at the floor, "I really wanted you as a friend, you know" Walking away, Draco disappeared around the corner in a billow of fabric, leaving Aeran standing in the middle of the square, alone, and now, slightly depressed.

Sorry for the replacement folks, normally I would have just let it be, but my nuttyness had interfered with my plans for this story and it NEEDED to go.

Try and save the scathing for inside your heads, not the reviews please.