Sorry it took so long, my trains of thought crashed into a wall of writers block. Took forever to clean it all up and get the trains back on the right tracks.

Dawn Leo: I watched Eric Saade, thanks to you telling me about him, and I love him! And the whole -'words'- yeah that's a dream sequence.

Probably should put in a disclaimer I do not own copy rights to either harry potter or the outsiders.

Chapter 10

I hadn't wanted to see Sylvia, but when I had found her, she was sober and she told me that we were over and she was never coming back to me, she found someone else. I smirked told her that was fine with me as long she kept her word this time.

I didn't really want to go back to the Curtis house, not with Steve and Two-Bit still there, if it was just Draco it would have been fine. I was debating what I would do instead.

I looked around and saw that I was by the cemetery. I walked in and headed for the new section. I almost missed it, figures it was small, probably the cheapest tombstone they would buy for him.

I knelt before his grave. I felt tears well-up again, I closed my eyes against them. He appeared and wiped the tears from my eyes. 'Why are you crying Dallas?' I looked into his eyes they were cloudy, so was the rest of his face, like he was out of focus. He form grew cloudier the more I focused on him, I couldn't stand it so I looked away. More tears fell.

'Why are you crying Dallas?' He asked again. 'Because I miss you, Johnny. Damnit, why did you have to play hero? Those kids... It's all... Pony could... Johnny, I don't know what to do anymore, I can't move on, I don't want too. I miss you to damn much.' I was sobbing by now, wow real tough.

He laughed, 'Dallas, you are broken up over me. Little, beat up, broken Johnny! You don't even realize how much you are out of character.' I glanced up at him, 'I mean you are a tough, cold, and dangerous hood; and you are crying over me. I don't get it, anybody else you wouldn't give a damn, you drop a few cuss words and say good riddance; but I die and you fall to pieces, you don't even look like your old self.'

I glared at him, the tears slowed. He was right I probably didn't look like myself. 'I know you, Dallas, you have found another interest. You aren't ready to pursue anything too drastic, but he's right for you. Don't keep him waiting to long, or you might lose him as well. Dallas, I taught you to love, but he can teach you to enjoy life without you feeling like a sissy. He's your equal, so learn to love him like you love me.' I watched him as he stood before, he was still cloudy and unfocused. As I watched he faded out of focus and finally disappear.

I opened my eyes, I was still in the cemetery, still kneeling in front of his grave. I read the inscription on his tombstone.

-: A child, a son, a friend.
Jonathan Ralph Cade
November 4, 1949 - April 24, 1965 :-

That was all Johnny's parents wrote, he deserved so much more than that. His rotten parents probably assumed all of that about him, they didn't even know him. I bet they had to look up his birth date and they probably barely knew his death day. He wasn't going to be remembered as a child or a son or a friend. He was going to be remembered as a lover and a fighter. He was going to be remembered as the pet, and the baby, he was going to be held in memory as our best friend and our brother. But to his parents he was just going to be boy, kid, and nothing else to them.

"I miss you, Johnnycake." I said quietly, I got up and walked away. I needed a fight or something.

Draco's PoV

I wanted Dallas to come back, he had been gone all day. The Curtis brother's had all come back, Harry had gone to work with Darry. Soda, Steve and Two-Bit had left right away to go out with their girls, Ponyboy was doing his homework. Harry sat next to me and was watching Mickey Mouse with me, courtesy of Two-Bit.

"I broke the rule today." I didn't understand at first, he noticed and continued. "I used today, I know we aren't supposed to unless it's life-threatening, but the ministry will never know and I really want Darry to like me."

I understood, he used magic. "The ministry will know, they always do. Besides I thought you liked the younger one." I said, I didn't care if he used magic, I had thought about using it on more than one occasion, I had too.

"I do, but he's just... I mean really, Dra-by, he's so innocent. I couldn't take that away from him." I nodded, "But what about me using what do you think of it, Dra-by."

Dallas came in then, just as Darry came out of the bathroom from showering. "Oh Dal, what happened this time!"

I saw Dallas holding his arm, and I saw the familiar crimson-colored liquid twisting through his fingers. He smirked, "I was looking for a fight, I almost slashed Tim's tires when he came out of nowhere and stopped me. I got the fight I wanted 'cept the pipe I was using slipped and cut my arm and Tim's leg as it fell. Tim really must not be feeling the best 'cause when he saw the blood he was sick."

"Shepard was sick at the sight of blood?" Darry asked as he took Dallas into the kitchen and cleaned and wrapped his arm.

I turned back to the tv, Dallas had wanted a fight after all. I wondered if it had to do with this morning or if it was something completely different. Maybe it was something I did. Or maybe something else entirely.

Harry got up and wandered to Ponyboy and Soda's room. I counted his footsteps, Dallas and Darry came into the living room. Dallas plopped on the couch and watched Mickey Mouse, Darry went to his bedroom. Dallas waited until the door closed before he repositioned himself next to me and pulled me into his arms.

"I heard something today that was a rather shocker. I heard that you enjoy the finer things in life, and no one questions your strength or toughness. Is that true?" He asked huskily, I wondered what his point was.

"Depends on what finer things you mean, but it's true no one questions me." I said, enjoying his embrace, I traced invisible patterns on his arm.

"They weren't real specific, they just hinted that you enjoy life, I assume that meant all the finer things." He seemed to get quieter, and less gruff. I turned to face him, he was looking away, staring at something in a distance.

"Dallas? Who told you this?" His expression hardened, his grip tightened briefly before he let go.

"Never mind, it probably doesn't matter, it was a stray thought. I'm gonna go. I'll see you later, Draco." He got up and headed towards the door, "I think I'll be at my old man's place if anybody needs me."

He left, I sat there wondering what was on his mind. I was going to find out Harry came out of Pony's room, and came over to the couch.

"Pony likes me." He said smugly, I glared at him and he continued, "He kissed me just now."

"I thought you were favoring Darry because Pony was too innocent. Gah... You are so fickle Potter!" I said in frustration.

Soda came in then, "What's wrong with being fickle?" He said.

"Nothing, I'm going for a walk." I said, I couldn't think with Potter telling me about his success with the brothers, when I was worried about what was on Dallas's mind.

I walked, I knew where I was going. I pulled my wand from the straps on my leg, and slid it up my sleeve.

I got to my destination, I turned up the sidewalk, walked up the stairs and tried the door, locked. I pointed my wand and whispered the spell. I slipped in and relocked the door. I found the door I was looking for, locked as well. Not very trusting of his father, but neither was I. I repeated the spell and went in, he was sleeping.

I locked his door, and waved my wand at him, he straightened up and bounds appeared on his wrists and legs, he was tied to his bed. I waved it again and his mouth was muffled. I sat down and tried to figure out how to wake him.

Dallas's PoV

I woke up, but didn't open my eyes. A sense of Deja Vu came over me, my wrists and ankles were tied. This is a dream, this has got to be a dream, that was the only thing that would explain it, a dream. I wanted to wake up, I tried forcing myself to wake up. I struggled against the bonds and found I couldn't do anything. This was awful, if I couldn't wake up from this dream, it was going to turn into the nightmare I didn't want to see.

I opened my eyes even though I wouldn't be able too see. I was able to though. Which surprised me, I noticed my jeans were still on, which was another shock. I looked around my room, my eyes stopped on the platinum blond sitting on my bed. I relaxed, slightly; how did he get here?

"Dmaphh," I tried to say his name but it came out muffled, I realized my mouth was covered too.

He looked at me, and saw I was awake. "I will remove the bonds only if you tell me what's bugging you."

I narrowed my eyes, and then I relaxed, I nodded. He didn't move except for waving his fist in my general direction, he seemed to be holding a stick. The bounds disappeared as if by magic.

I gasped, he glanced at me, "It's magic, in case you're wondering. Some people can make things happen without knowing how they did it. We go to school to learn how to control our magic, and some people try to abuse it, and control others with it. That's why there was a war, Voldemort tried to do that and he was successful for a while, then he tried to kill Harry and for some reason he couldn't. Voldemort disappeared for a couple of years, and when he came back the war continued, everybody who could fight did. He tried recruiting me but I couldn't kill innocent people and I ended up against him. You pretty much know the rest, Harry defeated the dark lord, I was almost arrested, Harry spoke up for me. Now Harry and I are in hiding." He told me all of this while not looking at me.

I sat up, and put a hand on his shoulder, "I've told you the truth, or as much of it as I could without telling you everything, but now you know all of it. I can't really keep anything from you, Dallas, I've tried." He looked at me then, his ice-gray eyes seemed to be begging me to believe him.

"That explains why the bullet wounds aren't as bad as they should be, you helped them heal didn't you? And you got Two-Bit off of me when he was jumping on me?" It made sense, that would be why he was mumbling something when ever the doctors had come in, or when Two-Bit was jumping on me then freaking out when I 'pinched' him.

He nodded, I sat up on my knees and wrapped my arms around him. "That is cool, so what else can you do with your magic?" I whispered seductively.

He let out a quick laugh, and grinned devilishly. "Well, wouldn't you like to know."

I smirked, and started playing with his shirt buttons. "That is why I asked," I unbuttoned them slowly, "I hope you know, it can be dangerous to wake me in the middle of the night."

He sighed, spun around, pushed me back to laying down, and captured my wrists with one of his hands and held them above my head. He kneeled on my bed, his shirt open revealing his chest. "You really want to know? I can make things disappear and reappear, I can remove items from locations without touching them, I can transform objects into other objects, I can make a potion so powerful it can change your shape without any harm to you, I can levitate things. I can also use dark magic, I could torture you so bad that you would wish you were dead, I could control your actions so that you could do things you normally wouldn't do, I could kill you. And those are just examples."

I gasped, he leaned over me tracing his wand along my bare chest, he stopped, lifted one of his legs up and put his wand away, without releasing his grip on my wrist.

"You see, when I was recruited to help the dark lord, I was taught to kill. He branded his followers so that he could summon them when ever he need them. When he died, the magic in his mark left us, but the mark remained." He released me and sat at the edge of my bed. I sat up next to him.

"Can I see it?" I asked hesitantly. He pulled up his sleeve, I saw it, a snake was wrapped around a skull and coming out of the mouth. It looked as if it was moving, I jumped when I realized it actually was. "It's moving."

He nodded, "Yeah, it's supposed too. Your turn, tell me what was bugging you so much that you had to go and look for a fight."

I looked away, I didn't think I could tell him about what Johnny said. I rubbed the back of my neck and started, "Well... um... I left the Curtis's this morning and went to find Sylvia, my ex-girlfriend, to tell her we were through. She broke up with me though, which is fine. After that I walked around for a bit, I ended up by the cemetery. I visited Johnny's grave and... and..." I stopped I couldn't tell him I heard and saw Johnny even though he was dead, I don't care if he can use magic, dead was dead. You can't communicate with the dead, they lock you up for stuff like that.

"And?" Draco asked softly, I flinched. I couldn't meet his eyes, my own were watering up.

"I heard his voice, he told me to learn to live and to enjoy life again. He told me to pursue other interests and not to stop living just for him. I was looking for a fight because it pissed me off that his parents cared so little about him, that they didn't even know him." I stopped talking, Draco put his hand on my chin and turned my face towards his.

"You really miss him, don't you?" I just nodded, "It gets easier, trust me."

The tears fell slowly, he brushed them away, then wrapped the fingers of his other hand through my hair and pulled me closer. I rested my head on his shoulder and let the tears fall slowly. When they finally stopped, I tilted my head to face him. I wound my fingers through his platinum strands of hair, and pulled his head down slightly and kissed him. We rearranged ourselves on my bed without breaking for longer than a breath.

My other arm found it's way around him, and I held him closer. He started exploring my chest, tracing muscles and curves. I eased his shirt off, and traced his muscles as well. We must have been thinking along the same lines because we reached jeans at the same time.

He broke the kiss, I moaned and opened my eyes. He gave me a questioning look, searching my eyes for the answer, he must have found it because he met my lips again with passion, he shifted and removed one of his hands from my chest and fiddled with his leg. I was confused for a moment, but I traced my hand back to his jeans, and started to slip it in.

I heard a crash come from the kitchen and we both jumped. We froze as we heard stomping in the hall and it stopped outside the door.

"Dallas! I know your in there! Come out, and treat me to a bloody good time!"

(Jonathan Ralph Cade. I don't actually know Johnny's full name or dob of dod but I figured Ralph as the middle name, for Ralph Macchio who plays Johnny in the movie. His birthday of November 4 is actually Ralph Macchio's bday, and his date of death April 24 is the date the novel was published. The book is set in 1965, so if Johnny was 16 in 1965 he would had to have been born in 1949. Just some fun facts. I understand that the character's are ooc and I understand that I said slash in the summary, but when I wanted to write slash the story wasn't ready for it and when the story was ready for it I didn't want to write it. So I'm sorry that I'm on improper terms with this story. I hope you review please! Luvs Cassy!)