Away From the Sun

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, I'm just a spoony Bard.

Warning! Spoilers for books 1-5. I am going to pretend that anything that happens Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince , witch comes out on July 16 (YEA!) , hasn't happened, so don't kick me if something really cool happens in the book and I make no mention of it.

Warning 2! This is gonna be yaoi, that's boys loving boys, so if you don't like the idea of Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter snogging senseless, don't read, and piss off if ya feel the need to flame me for such.

Chapter one

Ticket to Heaven

Draco's POV

I held the small piece of parchment in a clenched fist as I re-read it for what must have been the hundredth time that day.

You Have to Lie in the Bed that You Make.

Even the way he'd given it to me made my head reel in confusion. I growled and paced across my bedroom floor at Malfoy Manor even faster.

I'm walking a wire

Feels like a thousand ways I could fall.

I'd been sitting in the private study Father set up for me to practice the dark arts. I'm expected to join the Death Eaters on my next birthday. One year from that very day. It was my 'birthday' present.

Yes, I hate muggles and muggle-born Mudbloods. Yes, I think I hate Harry Potter. Yes, Father is one of the Dark Lord's most loyal servants. Yes, I'm an evil bastard who loves to torment anyone weaker than me.

No, I don't want to join the ranks of some deranged psycho with delusions of grandeur. No, I don't believe the mass murder of muggles and muggle-born is the way to win power. No, I don't think I hate Harry Potter.

Happy Birthday Draco, in one year you are going to be the he-bitch of the Dark Lord, and yes, you will be degraded in the most humiliating ways.

I was thinking about all this, what it all meant. After, if Voldemort was captured, killed, whatever, I would be shipped off to Azakaban faster than I could sneeze. If Voldemort won, I had a lifetime of being nothing but a pawn to a tripped out snake-looking bastard. I have nothing to look for.

To want is to buy

But to live is to die

And you can't take it all.

Then he appeared in front of the fireplace. Harry-fucking-Potter was standing in front of me covered in soot from using the Floo Network. His face was flushed, he was shaking, and in his hand he held a small slip of parchment.

"Draco-" he started, and I quickly interrupted him, slipping so easily into the Malfoy façade.

"Well Potter, when did I become 'Draco?" I smirked at him.

"I don't have time Draco." He stepped forward. I refused to budge and inch for him and it wasn't long before he was so close I could feel his breath on my face.

"What do you want then Potter." I wasn't asking. A Malfoy never fucking asks.

When everything is said and done I won't have one thing left.

What happened to everything I've ever known?

"I came here to give you your ticket to Heaven."

Before I could shoot back with some asshole remark, his lips were on mine, he shoved the tiny slip of parchment into my hands, and was gone into the fireplace whispering "the Burrow" as he went.

It took me a moment to realize what he'd said. I was furious that he'd had the fucking balls to kiss me. ME! What in the fucking name of Merlin makes him think he can-

As I clenched my fists in fury, the parchment crinkled. Still dumbfounded and pissed I opened my hand and looked at my 'ticket' to heaven. As I unfolded it, handwriting that I think is safe to assume is Potter's, was one line.

You Have to Lie in the Bed that You Make.

'Cause all they gave me was this ticket to heaven.

But that ticket to heaven says to lie in the bed that you make.

Now I'm restless and I'm running from everything.

I'm afraid it's a little too late…

That was four days ago. I don't know what it's supposed to fucking mean. Why now? Why did he show up now? Why did he kiss me? What is he trying to warn me about? I'm well fucking aware of the consequences of this war. People are going to die. People are going to be imprisoned. People are going to lose the one's they care about.

Everyone is going to lose something. It doesn't matter how often the snake-like voice of Voldemort assures his army that their families are protected, as long as they serve him.

Lies, all of them. There's no honor in that- that thing that calls himself Lord Voldemort. I've been witness to his lies. The Malfoy dungeons are still used, contrary to Ministry belief.

Soft voices lie,

innocents die

Now ain't that a shame

Yes, regardless of who I am, the Malfoy heir, I won't get to have any dreams of my future. The King of the Death Eaters will take care of that. The family fortune will be given over to his cause the moment I am inducted into their fucked up little cult of power-hungry pureblood wizards.

Isn't it nice to know your whole life is set out for you? These past four days I've had this feeling in the back of my mind that this is how Potter spent his entire life. That none of it matters because I don't have a choice. It's already been chosen for me. I don't get a choice.

And all your dreams,

And all your money

They don't mean a thing

When everything is said and done, you won't have one thing left

What happened to everything that I ever known?

The incident with Potter was still fresh in my mind. This piece of parchment was supposed to be my ticket to heaven, to salvation. But what salvation can Harry Potter give Draco Malfoy? It's not like he can take away the initiation day, my induction to the Death Eaters. It's not like he can make it all okay. It's not going to fucking be okay. It's all wrong. I was raised not to take shit from anyone. Not to take orders. Not to bow down to anyone.

Throw away everything you've ever known Draco, in one year you're going to be a mindless drone for the Dark Lord. Unless….

All they gave me was this ticket to heaven,

that ticket to heaven, said to lie in the bed that you make

Now I'm restless and I'm running from everything

I'm afraid it's a little too late

Unless that's exactly what Harry was offering me. Salvation. A way out. I didn't understand how he could do this though. I have never been anything but the worlds biggest asshole to him and he's still reaching out his hand.

I have to lie in the bed that I make.

I have to choose. I have to make my own destiny. I have to be the Malfoy heir I was raised to be. I have to rise above Father's unhealthy obsession with Voldemort. Or else I'm no better. I have to find out why Harry kissed me.

I hope that he really is reaching out to me. I hope that someone doesn't think it's too late to save the soul of a Slytherin. All he gave me was this slip of parchment with the words: You have to lie in the bed that you make.

All I have to do if figure out what I want to do with my ticket.

All he gave me was this ticket to heaven,

That ticket to heaven, said to lie in the bed that you make

Now I'm restless and I'm running from everything,

I'm afraid it's a little too late

I turned and continued pacing across my bedroom.

A/N: okay people, this is my first ever Harry Potter fan fic, and I really would appreciate some reviews. If I don't get any I will assume that this story is complete crap and not continue. I do have a plan for almost the entire Away from the Sun album so… feedback is appreciated (me starving college student, give me reviews to munch on!)

And duh! If you haven't figured it out, the song is not mine either it belongs to the wonderful group 3 Doors Down and is titled 'Ticket to Heaven'