Sorry for the wait guys but this weeks been busy what with taking care of my niece and nephew and getting the house clean for guests. took awhile to get the new chapter posted, anyway hope you like it, as usual keep reviewing what comes to mind and don't worry i'm not easily offended.

chapter 5

I guess in retrospect it is kinda my fault, but, to be fair I was distracted and having fun for once. Never mind that the distraction was dracos own fault; who knew he could be sweet. it was all still my fault. Though, yeah ill admit the majority of it is my fault but it's not fair for me to get all the blame; Draco should have come to the same conclusion as me. He has the same training and instincts I do. This wasnt just my fault, damn it.

We were now trapped under a bridge overlooking a lake, dementors and guys in black on one side and cowering (most of them anyway) high school students behind us. The goo stuck to every piece of my clothing was not helping matters either. though I could work through that.

Draco ranting however was down right going to kill us.

Though I guess I could relate, I wouldn't mind ranting a bit myself but, now was obviously not the time.

"Draco, I know you just love your rants and im all for it if it's just us and the bad guys but considering there's innocents here as well ,might we consider continuing this at another time". I wasn't sure if it was the way I used a formal manner with him (which I only recently realized I do when I have a negative emotion towards him) or the way the previously high and mad thugs shook and trembled but nevertheless he shut his mouth and focused all his attention on having my back. I could practically see him withdraw everything inside himself but the warrior, the sorcerer, the mastermind who spied with snape during the war and came out relatively whole despite the horrors.

I followed his example; releasing my own hero, warrior and magic. I became a spectator letting my instincts and my body engraved training do the majority of the work. it was almost comical, how well we worked together. How much we were similar; for me and draco fighting was a dance, one where you learn but you can never forget. We cast, jumped, punched, and hexed, all the while keeping the muggles safe and guarding each others backs. I distantly heard more witches and wizards apparate in, but I couldn't focus on them, not yet. I let that part of me drift, the part that was just waiting to go back to peace and just stop fighting. I let it drift to this morning where it all started.

this morning

Harry woke up ragged and cranky. He had a habit of drifting off to dracos bed in the middle of the night and so far had to wake up at least four times to correct that mistake. It seemed every time I put my head on my own pillow I'd wake to find myself with draco, curling against him in an attempt to stave of the nightmares. It's strange, this never happened with Ron and he's just as much my best friend than Draco, even if he did have his bastard moments.

Except Ron doesn't make your heart race or up to your toes tingle. Ron never made you feel so safe and happy that you literally melt. He doesn't fill your soul with a tenderly ache...if you wished you could deny Ron but you could never deny Draco.

I didn't answer. it was still too early to think about that and I was sure I wasn't ready just yet; so I pushed and shoved it into the very back of my mind.

With a sigh I went to take a shower and get ready. By the time I got done and downstairs i was starving and wasted no time stuffing my mouth with Draco eggs and bacon. For a previously and not quite over spoiled rich brat he sure was a great cook. His specialty was breakfast and its become almost tradition for him to cook it, I got dinner and very rarely did we switch. (usually only when Draco found out about some new food he thinks he can improve. He gets soo excited and, though he'd deny it through hell and back, he'd jump and squeal. Strangely I didn't find it revolting, it was actually more.. cute,.)

Its been 3 days so far since we got enrolled in teen jail and we spent the majority of the time making friends and getting accustomed. We decided that it would be better if we wait till they knew us enough to have some faith and trust in us. Its been slow going at first ;turns out almost every 'normal' student was wary of the Wild Tamers. No surprise there, they were vindictive, though so far it seemed they went out of their way to avoid us. not that i was complaining, but i should've known that wouldn't last. The fact that they avoided us in the first place should've clued me in and rang the customary warning bells firmly lodged in my head. I was the one who was familiar with most of them ,Polkis the most being Dudley's right hand man.

I blame Draco and his irritating good looks, drop dead smile and all around ability to make me mental. I swear he'd grin at anything with legs and good looks. Fucking playboy. doesn't he know why we're here for a reason. And its not to flirts in anything that moves.

I tried not to wonder why it irked me so much; instead I ignored him most of the time and only talked when he asked me a specific question. Somehow I got the feeling I should've seen the confrontation coming from a mile away but, for the life of me I could not tell you why.

It happened as we were walking home from school, I was in a good mood and was softly humming; ignoring and thus failing to notice Draco glower till his forcibly grabbed my arm pulling me to a halt and effectively killing my happy mood.

" What is your problem." His eyes looked about ready to spit fire and I wisely kept my mouth shut, my expression neutral." Seriously, you're not going to say anything. No screaming rant or verbal insults." Still nothing, not even a flicker and he turned away in disgust. A twinge of something like regret but not quite fluttered in my stomach for a moment; but like always, I dutifully ignored it.

"You know what like it or not we're in this together. as in partners. do you know what that means;" he didn't even give me a chance to answer this time, "it means we work together, we look out for each other and communicate you bumbling fool. Merlin if you hate me then why don't you just.."

I snapped. Something about the way he talked, as if i disappointed him, betrayed him. But it was the look he pierced me with that did me in; the look of fear, pleading, and some emotion that I couldn't quite put my finger on but made the butterfly's in my stomach turn into a swirling mass that had me raging.

Before he could say another word I pushed him. He tumbled down the hill, managing to take me with him. Red and swirling feeling too complicated for me to understand clouding my sanity. We landed near the lake with the bridge over it, me straddling him. For a minute we tried to calm our breathing, sucking in air like half drowned cats. It was only after I heard the silence from beneath me that I opened my eyes and came face to face with startling grey ones, that unidentified emotion swirling in their depths. I leaned closer, not sure what I was doing only that it was right and perfect.

It was at that exact moment that Rock, the wannabe Dudley as ive come to know him, showed up with his cronies, Piers at the forefront; no surprise there. Even without my aurors instincts and war behind my back, I could tell that this wasn't accidental or nice. it was planned and they weren't planning a friendly invite over for tea.

"Well well what do we have here. a bunch of rookie defyers, that's what. Listen we haven't made the rules too clear first time round. I lead 'ere. you do what I say and you gets left alone, you don't, well we gonna have a problem. Us." he slapped the bat he was holding against his palm. " Well what you got to say fer yourselves".

I looked at Draco. he was smiling looking like he was about to break into giggles in the next second and honestly I probably wasn't any better, though I at least had the decency to hide it. We looked back at them at it was unspoken but clear that I would do the talking.

"What Freud said about the Irish is: We're the only people who are impervious to psychoanalysis." I had to bite my lip to keep the laughter at bay at the confused look on their faces. I continued before rock could say anything.

"You know from departed. Colin Sullivan. No, well the point is you don't scare us, not much can these days. Look we don't want trouble but were not going to blindly follow you either. Just trust me leave us alone its your best bet."

For a minute rock just stared then it seemed to finally dawn on him what I said. he raised his bat, his crew following along. "Never thought you'd be this stupid but I suppose I should've guessed. It was kinda predictable, but I thought you least had some brains."

""You should never underestimate the predictability of stupidity." Probably should've left off the gangsta movie quotes but I couldn't help it; He wasn't exactly making it easy.

With a snarl he began to run and I instinctively got in a fighting stance feeling Draco get behind me to have my back. Our hands close to our wands in case it got out of hand. Which was when, of course the 'lets bring Voldedork back because that worked out so well last time' death eaters came with their dementors. By the time we were under the relative safety of the bridge we were surrounded.

Sometimes I just curse our luck.