Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Summary: An Addiction, An obsession, A dependency... How far can addiction take one person? And when should the addiction come to an end? HD slash and a few other pairings.

A/N I had to write and be creative or the update I'm working on for another story would not have come out of my mind. I'm thinking of maybe taking this story to a more fantasy idea, vampires, very traditional witches, fairies, and other things of the like. Not really my style but... if I create another chapter you'll see what I mean. For now, it's a one shot, Unless people give me reviews asking for another chapter then it's staying a one shot.

"type" definitions

"type" letters

Addiction: obsession, craving, dependency, enslavement, habit

1.
a. Compulsive physiological and psychological need for a habit-forming substance: a drug used in the treatment of heroin addiction.
b. An instance of this: a person with multiple chemical addictions.
2.
a. The condition of being habitually or compulsively occupied with and/or involved in something.
b. An instance of this: had an addiction for fast cars.
You were an addiction once, oh yes a sweet addiction I could not think of to let go. You filled my blood with excitement, gave me a rush that no one else seemed to give me. Of course I foolishly believed that you would love me, it was so foolish of me.

I craved your touch; I was obsessed with it in fact. I enslaved myself to you happily, greedily even. Going to your room became a habit, a habit I never wanted to give up until.. until you got bored with me.

You told me I had to have known it wouldn't last, you told me I had to have known your reputation, and you told me I had to have known that you didn't love people like that. Well for your information I didn't.

You were an addiction once, but now… now all I feel is numb. Now, now… I can't feel at all. You're out of my system, and I don't like it. I loved being occupied by you, I wanted to always be involved with you and I'm no longer anywhere near you.

But then I realize, I realize Draco that purging my system of your stupid self might be good for me. I don't want to, but what else is there to do? You've already gone on to the next lover for a few months or so. You don't want me, and I shouldn't want you anymore.

I know you'll never read this, I know I'll move on, but there was once a Harry Potter who wanted a Draco Malfoy more then he wanted oxygen. And now all Harry Potter wants is stability, something that makes sense, and nothing to do with Draco Malfoy.

- Harry

Harry stared at his note and put his quill down. He picked up the rough parchment and brought it up over a glowing candle stick that had wax melting down it's side, showing it had been lit for quite some time.

As the parchment caught fire Harry sighed, knowing that with this burning parchment he'd be okay, he'd be fine. Harry watched as ashes rose up in the air and scattered around on the stone floor.

"Good bye." Harry said as the last of the parchment went up in flames, finally burning away all the pain, burning his addiction away.

The candle flame still glowed on his face, and as he snuffed out the light and left his room to the darkness of night. He got up off his chair, slowly walked away from his wooden writing table and went to sit on his bed.

Lying down on the soft sheets, he set his head down on his pillow and closed his eyes, trying to fall into a dreamless sleep, where he didn't have to think about anything. His uncovered body shivered in the dark room, as the temperature dropped around him.

But Harry could not care; he had an addiction to get rid of.

"Draco?" the girl beside him asked, their naked bodies tangling up in the dark navy blankets, almost looking as dark as the room they were in. Draco opened his eyelids and turned his head up from the pillow his face had just been buried in to look at her delicate face.

"Hmmm?" he questioned her, not really feeling like talking much after having one of the best orgasms in his life.

"Have you ever loved anyone?" she asked him and he just sighed and lazily put his head back down on the pillow. This girl had said this would be just a little fling, nothing too big, but still she asked the question most asked him.

"Jane, since when do I love anybody?" he drawled, stretching his body as he snuggled closer to her warm body. It was always a convenience to have a warm body filling his bed.

Jane let out a breath and shifted her body so she had her back to him, he could tell soon their night together would be up, she was tired. "Never, but one day I think you will." she said lowly, yawning as she said it.

Draco snorted, and replied, "Jane, you're insane." He chuckled at what humour you could find in the comment and Jane slapped him on the arm.

"Shut up, Draco." she said sleepily, and they both drifted off, both not wanting anything more, or anything less, then a warm body beside them.

Review if you wish, but I'm not gonna continue it unless asked for another update.