Ok. This is the last chapter. Thanks to all who've read and followed... and reviewed!

There's more sex in this chapter, angry sex. But, I can't give you any more warnings or it will give away the ending. Sorry. Deal with it. It's about the same as the rest of the story.

There's a poem I want to mess with a bit more before I post it, but it will go on the story later. I think I'll post this as complete, then add the poem? Maybe not. Dunno.

Please read and review. I adore you all.

Enjoy.
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Draco decided to try and score a potion off of his godfather to get rid of the spinning headache. He searched the house, stars glittering at the corners of his vision the whole time. He was getting upset, unable to find either of the elders that were occupying the house this Summer. The only place he hadn't yet looked was his parents' bedroom, but his mother was away for the vacation and his father had forbidden him to enter the room under any circumstances. He figured a peek inside wouldn't hurt, just to see if they were in there.

Draco unlocked the door with his wand, and slipped it away silently. He turned the knob slowly, trying not to make a sound. He cracked the door open the tiniest bit, half expecting to be electrified. Nothing happened, so he opened it a few inches, just enough to see in. However, when Draco looked, his eyes went wide and his jaw fell to the floor.

"FUCK." emitted from his mouth before he could control it. Both men turned to see him, almost in shock, standing in the now open doorway. Draco's skin turned red with embarrassment and fury and he looked determinately at the floor. Snape was over his father on the bed, clothes on the floor. Lucius was bound with handcuffs to the bedposts and had bite marks all over his pale skin. The normally neat hair hung all around, part of it slipping from Snape's grasp. Snape's hands were resting on the pale skin, but most disturbingly he was in mid-shag, buried within Lucius.

In less then ten seconds, cuffs were undone, clothes were back and wands were in the men's large hands. Pink stained everyone's faces, and Draco was trembling. This was too much to register.

"Draco-" Snape tried. Draco shook his head hard, avoiding his godfather's eyes. He'd seen enough for a lifetime.

"Draco, you must understand." Lucius began, his voice awkward.

"Oh, now I have to understand? What is there to understand?" He yelled, echoing his father's previous words. "So it's ok for you to beat on me for doing the same things that you do? I suppose it's ok if you're tied down and someone else is hurting you. But not cutting yourself! No, that's bad. And It's not ok for me to be at all gay when you're a fucking flamer! At least the Parkinson bitch is sometimes there. But you probably don't even shag mother anymore do you? No, I don't want to know!" Draco held his head tightly, covering his ears. The whole time of his ranting, the men tried to interrupt, but he only continued shout until his throat began to protest.

"Do not speak to me that way!" Lucius growled. Draco only glared at him, having lost all respect.

"Fuck you." He said evenly and ran from the room as fast as he could. Before he knew it, he'd apparated to the streets of London and wandered about until he would up in front of a vaguely familiar building. He didn't remember who lived here, but knocked anyway, rage guiding him unjustly.

"Malfoy?" Harry Potter asked, opening the door. His bright eyes shone with confusion and Draco noticed fresh blood on his fingertips. The only thing that came to Draco's mind was to shove Harry aside and storm into the apartment. "What the hell? You can't just barge in here like you own the place. Last I knew, you didn't own everything. Maybe that changed?" Harry smirked, knowing why Draco was here. For some reason the blonde was angry and needed him. Even if he wouldn't admit it, Draco needed Harry, if only to fuck with.

"How would you know? For all you know, I could have bought the world." Draco replied, sarcasm biting through his words. His eyes searched Harry angrily. Finally the silence drove him crazy, not a far drive at the moment. He was even more upset that Harry had the strength to ignore Draco until he was needed. "Let me see your arm." He demanded. Harry raised an eyebrow, challenging Draco's authority in his own home.

"Let me see yours." Harry replied. Draco glared, stomped one of his feet childishly and groaned. He lifted his sleeve about an inch, just enough to reveal the newest cut. This one dug deep and jagged, he'd probably made it when hurting or drunk.

"Let me see." Draco demanded again, covering his own once more. Just as he suspected, when Harry sighed and let his sleeve inch up, a large wound covered it. This was no cut though, it looked as though a slice had been taken from his skin and covered briefly to slow the bleeding. It still was dripping slightly, just enough for it to glisten with crimson. "What did you do?" he asked, anger momentarily replaced with awe. Harry covered it, blinking painfully as the sleeve rubbed over the gash.

"None of your business." He commented, trying to wipe the blood from his fingers onto his jeans. Another awkward silence and Harry chose to break it. "I know why you're here. If you want sex, tell me. Otherwise, get out of here. I was just fine on my own." Draco wouldn't say it, and he knew it.

"Damnit. Just get in the room." Draco ordered. Harry though, was not in the best mood, and since he'd decided to be mature and not let petty argument fuel him, he'd held in frustration. Therefore, Harry was getting pissed now. He stepped into the blonde's face.

"Listen, you came to my home. Don't mess with me, my life is screwed enough as it is. I know you think you're more important, but my uncle is just as bad as your father. He kicked me out of the house after doing terrible things to me. You think I don't understand, you can go and screw yourself because I can't take this any more!" Draco was surprised at the burst of anger. Harry was someone he could count on to be a constant, even if he didn't like him.

Draco glanced away and heard Harry growl deep in his throat. He soon felt hands on his arms, pushing him into the bedroom and onto the bed. They wrestled for dominance and eventually ended up with Harry pinned and Draco dominating the willing boy. Harry pulled Draco closed and arched into the angry sex. The sweat mingled between their nude bodies, blood smearing down their arms from scratched open cuts. Heat circulated around them, sending their minds into a fog.

Draco's arms bucked after he'd climaxed and used all his strength with Harry. He fell on top of the dark-haired boy and rolled over heavily. He lay beside Harry, both breathing hard. At last when they became more calm, Harry spoke roughly.

"Malfoy... I know this isn't the best time to say this... but..." He paused for a moment and Draco knew what he was going to say It hurt him a bit, but mostly annoyed him that he'd have nowhere to go except Blaise, and he seemed quite fond of Pansy. "I can't do this anymore. It's too much. I can't handle the pain." He glanced to Draco who was looking away, into the distance. He forced himself to rise and dress, although he was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep. No good-byes were exchanged, he simply dressed and stood at the door, looking at the dark-haired teen, facing away from him, drifting into sleep, scars illuminating pale on his tan skin.

"You're just another one of them. You never cared at all. Can't say as I did either, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt." He growled, mostly to himself. He let his fingernails grate over the throbbing cuts along his wrist, ripping them open mercilessly. He apparated back to his house, avoiding anywhere his father and Snape might be.

Draco locked himself in the bathroom, staring at the pale and beaten reflection. His shirt was unbuttoned and hanging off of his thin body. His pants were barely hanging on his hips and his sleeves were covered in blood, only half of it his. He fingered his wand, briefly considering Avada Kedavada, but thought he'd rather do this right, a way that would let him feel the pain. He played with his razor blade, pricking his fingers several times.

Silver eyes reflected in the mirror, showing everything in the light from the sun outside the window. They sparkled tears of anger, lost hope, and hatred, pure and simple. He touched the glass surface gently, leaving traces of his life on it, his magic keeping the blood bright red in the chilling air. He looked to his arm and jammed the blade in as deep as it would go, a moan escaping his throat and tears ripping from their prisons. The blade was swallowed by the overflowing blood that drained out his pain, only stinging his physical body. His fingertips went numb and he fell to the floor, no longer able to see or hear, but that's how he wanted it. He was deaf to the weakening heartbeat in his head and the gasps of shock as his limp body was discovered.

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FIN! Did you like the ending? As I was reading it, I considered the fact that the sex could have been more graphic. Dang. Oh well. Please review? There's still a poem that I'll add eventually. I want to mess with it a bit more first. Hope yall liked it.