-1Draco had admired Harry from a slight distance for almost two months when they were back at Hogwarts. He could only imagine what his father would think.

"You're a faggot?" his fathers voice seethed. "You want to get into the Potter boys pants? Stupid boy! I didn't raise you to be this way!" his father screamed though he were a thousand miles away in Azkaban.

Draco couldn't touch. But surely it wouldn't hurt to look… and lick his lips… and almost drool, not to mention fantasise…

Harry was pacing the floor at the bottom of his bed, he couldn't carry on like this. He would be way too edgy if he didn't at least try to get some. He sat at his desk and pulled out some parchment.

"Just one. Can't explain. Please. Pay you when I get back. Put it in the leather pouch.

Harrz"

He scribbled the note as fast as he possibly could, hands shaking slightly as he done so. He pulled the cuffs of his black button-up and strolled out of the room, safe in the knowledge that he wouldn't have to go much longer without his special friend.

Harry entered the hall almost like a god. His black shirt hugging tight to his body and his hair falling in front of his eyes.

Draco couldn't help but stare at him. He was amazing. His eyes seemed to be fixed on thin air, staring with the greatest of interest at… nothing. Then Draco realised where Harry was actually looking. He was looking at his pocket. He also looked as though he could break down into tears at any given moment. Then the Slytherin felt a pang on guilt and sorrow spread through his body, plucking at his heart string.

"Harry…" he whined mentally as he seen the raven haired boy turn and leave the room. Draco decided he had to follow. Something was certainly wrong with Harry, and even if Harry wanted Draco to remain his enemy, Draco still cared.

By the time these thoughts had passed, Draco hardly noticed that he was outside the Gryffindor common room. The portrait of the fat lady was about to swing closed as he stepped inside and glanced around. Then he seen Harry, kneeling on the floor with a five pound note wrapped tightly and a small bag of white powder clutched in his hand.

Draco felt the rage building inside him, the tears building in his eyes. He practically ran across to where Harry was kneeling.

"What the fuck… what are you doing in here, D- Malfoy?" Harry asked, stunned.

Draco's hand shot down and brought Harry forcefully to his feet. "What the FUCK do you think you're doing, Harry?" Draco asked, emotion evident in his voice.

"None of your bus- You called me Harry," Harry said stunned once more.

"Yes, so?" Draco demanded. "I asked what you think you're doing, Harry?" Draco said, calming slightly.

"Draco… look…" Harry's voice was pleading. Harry collapsed into Draco, sobs rattling his chest. Harry didn't care if this was his enemy, his life was screwed up enough, he needed some stability, even if it took the shape of Draco Malfoy.

"Harry… why?" Draco asked soothing the other boy.

"I'm… I…" Harry blinked, why did he do cocaine?

"Shh… shh…" Draco soothed, collapsing into a chair and pulling Harry with him. He wanted Harry in his lap for months… but not like this.

"Draco…" Harry said lightly. "Draco… Draco… Draco…" he repeated almost like a mantra.

"Yes?" Draco asked, his hand stroking Harry's hair.

"I don't know," Harry said wiping the tears from his eyes. "I just… like your name," me whispered grinning mischievously and snuggling closer to Draco.

"Harry…" Draco said soothingly. "Yes… I like yours too," he concluded. "Harry, really, you need to promise not to… do this…" he whispered.

"I," Harry's voice trailed off. "I don't know if I can, I don't want to be here, I want to sleep, be safe, without drugs, but not here," Harry rambled on and on.

Draco stood up, pulling Harry into his arms. "Come," Draco whispered.

"Whe-- Where?" Harry asked nervously. 'Don't tell me, you've spent a half hour calming me and now you're going to curse me,' Harry thought but didn't dare say it.

"My room," Draco said simply.

"The snakes lair, I think not, M-Draco," Harry scoffed.

"Well we think differently," Draco said shrugging and walking towards the portrait.

"You're serious," Harry said quietly.

"Deadly," Draco nodded.