Going Completely Numb

A/N: I'd promised myself I'd never write a slash fic. Haha, I'm breaking it right here. This came to me one night staring at the wall, bored and not feeling like sleeping. It doesn't sound as good as it did in my head, but I hope you guys'll like it. I can't take flames, so please don't send them. Constructive Criticism is okay, but no flames. Why waste your time on reviewing on a fic you hate?

I hope I get at least three reviews. That would probably make my day. I'm sorry if you hate it. I may not be an awesome writer, and I know it, but you don't have to remind me.

Oh yes, warnings; Um, Suicidal Thoughts, MAYBE, Drugs..MAYBE, Slash?...DEFINITELY.. Song Lyrics…SOMETIMES…Maybe if anything else happens I'll add it to the fore coming updates. If there are any. Oh yeah, and coarse language..

Disclaimer: What are you guys thinking? That JKR had gone completely INSANE? I'm not her!

Summary: It's all over. For both Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter. Draco has no one now, and no one needs Harry as much as they did before. People take the boy who lived forgranted now, and everyone's forgotten about Draco Malfoy. Well most of them. Emotionless and finding themselves in front of each other one day, will they be able to help each other or only end up driving the other to go spiralling down into depths of despair?

Chapter One: I tried to get away from everything…I couldn't get away from you.

"Malfoy, what the-is that you?" Harry stammered, eyes wide as he stared at the battered, pale, taller and smoking blonde who leaned against the wall, staring at Harry Potter as if he were a ghost.

Finally the cigarette slipped from Draco Malfoy's slender fingers and hit the ground, going out. He seemed to be slowly getting over the shock and fear settling in. Along with oddly enough anger.

"I never thought anyone would find me here, but of course you had to, right?" Draco scoffed, eyes still wide. He looked quickly both sides before locking his eyes back on Harry's emerald ones. "And now what, you're going to turn me in or something? Tell all your auror friends?" Draco knew his voice was rising, but he didn't know how to control it. Panic was rising at an alarming level in his mind, blanking out all his thoughts.

Harry on the other hand was confused if anything. Here he was, standing in front of Draco Malfoy, in front of a bar, in the middle of a nearly desolated part of the Wizarding World, having come here to get away from everything. And he ends up meeting a rival who'd run away nearly two years ago after attempting a murder on his headmaster.

"Why are you here?" Harry asked, unconsciously mimicking Draco's actions looking down the road both sides.

Draco snorted, and put his hand into his pocket, pulling out another cigarette and then pulling out a lighter and lighting it. He put it back to his lips and closed his eyes, exhaling. He was no longer leaning against the wall, but standing straight, ready to run if needed.

"The real question is why the Boy Who Lived, Harry Fucking Potter is here in this abandoned village, instead of out there gathering up all the glory of defeating Lord Voldemort?" Draco asked sceptically. Harry realized Draco was backing away from the other boy, trying to get as far as he could.

"Why are you still in hiding, Malfoy?" Harry asked, realizing all the anger that he'd had before was all gone now. He never felt much now. After killing that many people…what was there left to feel?

Draco looked surprised at this question, before taking inhaling some more of the cigar and then letting it out in a puff of air in Harry's face. There was bitterness in his cold grey eyes.

"Because I attempted to kill an important man, and it's partly my fault, plus in the process of killing that special person, I nearly killed two other people."

"That was so long ago though. Barely anyone remembers it." Harry didn't know why he was saying this. Maybe it was because the boy he was seeing right now looked so…different and…dead then the Draco Malfoy he once knew.

"They will when I come back."

"I'm Minister Of Magic."

"Good for you." Draco's eyes darkened the slightest. "Did you expect…respect or something, Potter?"

"No." Harry stared at the cigarette the other boy held in his right hand. "Did you know those are horrible for you?"

"It's only been a year Potter. Are my parents dead?" The last word came out in a croak, and Harry's eyes snapped up to the other boys. He blinked and then closed his eyes. He nodded.

When he opened his eyes he jumped foreword and grabbed the other boy's wrist, in fear that he would faint. Instead he fell back against the wall and fell to the floor, putting the cigar to his lips again and letting out a puff of smoke. His skin was frighteningly pale now. Harry came to the ground as well, looking almost anxiously at the other boy.

"Oh." His voice was indifferent though. Harry suddenly let go of the other boy's wrist as if electrified. Draco didn't seem to have noticed. He had a faraway look in his grey eyes, staring blankly over Harry's shoulder. He shifted his gaze, his eyes still void of any emotion to Harry's. "Did you kill them?"

Harry felt fire in his throat, blocking him from letting out noise. He nodded. Suddenly he opened his mouth and everything came out pouring. "Your father deserved it, the bastard. He tried to kill Ginny, and Hermione and-I killed him. And he deserved it. Your mother didn't. She was nice. Really. But she killed herself. I didn't. I didn't want to kill anyone but they all deserved it, god damnit!" Harry shouted, getting back up to his feet.

Draco looked impassively up at Harry. "My mom committed suicide?"

"She wouldn't have, had you been there." Harry's tone was accusing.

"So I killed her?" There was pain in his voice now.

Harry was speechless. He hated the look on the blonde's face now. It looked so…desperate with nothing to live for.

"Oh cheer up Malfoy, you're rich now." Harry didn't even know why he'd said it. Why was he feeling so…almost normal around the other boy? Maybe because Draco was more screwed up then he was.

"Wha-" Draco looked up at Harry stunned. "H-How could yo-you say that?" Draco's voice had broken now. He took another breath from the cigar, and Harry, before he knew what he was doing, had grabbed the other boy up by his collar and slapped the cigar from his fingers using his other hands. Draco stared at it.

Harry let go of it and stared at it as well.

"That's two, Potter. You owe me two."

"You dropped the first one on your own."

"Get out. This is my home." Draco raised his eyes to the dry green ones. He realized the usual fire was out now. Just mild…interest?

"You live on the streets?"

"I work in the bar, and I live in that inn." Draco gestured half heartedly over his shoulder at a tattered building.

"I'll treat you with a drink."

"What?" Draco couldn't believe his ears.

"It's the least I can do for killing your dad, now isn't it?" Harry said with slight humour in his tone.

"Whatever." Draco opened the door and held it for the boy who lived, still wondering on whether this was really happening or not.

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