I decided, that only one thing could make this a less shitty day – going to a pub and getting blackout drunk again. I grabbed my wallet and put some shoes on.

A few minutes later I was already on the street. It started raining, but I didn't care.

My mum was still on my mind. What did she want from me? I was only 16 and she wanted me to be some stupid CEO of some stupid law firm, that she inherited from her dad. But she was the one, that made the company successful. Rebranding everything and getting the big customers.

Why would she trust me with such a responsible job?

I sigh. I didn't know and honestly, I didn't want to.

HARRYS POV

I opened my eyes again and saw a high ceiling above me. Somehow, I instantly knew, that I was in Hogwarts.

'Harry! You're up!' Hermione's voice called through the room, then her head popped up in my field of vision. 'You've been out for the last 15 hours! I'm so glad, that nothing happened to you! Don't ever do that again! You had us all worried to death!'

'Is Draco around?' I asked, because I didn't see him when I looked around the nursery.

'Why are you worried about that asshole? Isn't he the reason you ended up like this? You should've listened to me. I told you from the beginning that he was trouble.' She ranted.

'I am worried, because I love him. I thought I told you that already. Besides, it's my own choice if I care about someone or not. Where is Ron?'

'He is checking on your apartment if everything is okay and he'll probably have a word with that bastard of your neighbour.'

I sat up. What day was it? 'Can I go home?' I asked, a sudden tiredness infested me. I wanted to go home and sleep there, in my warm and cosy bed with the knowledge that the man I love was next door.

'Yes Mr. Potter. You should be fine now.' An old man's voice cut through the room and I recognised it.

'Professor Dumbledore, are you serious? He is in no condition to go! He should stay in bed and rest!' Hermione contradicted.

'Nah, what are you talking about! He is fine.' The elder said and nodded in my direction. He stretched his hand in my direction and I grabbed it, then everything was spinning, and I found myself in front of my building again, Dumbledore next to me. He nodded encouragingly, and I walked through the glass front door.

When I looked back, the professor was gone.

The elevator doors opened, and Draco stepped out, without noticing me. He was lost in thought and I didn't interrupt him, since he looked mad. What had happened?

I stepped in the elevator and it brought me to my floor. As soon as the doors opened, I saw Ron, standing in front of what used to be my front door and swinging his wand. Moments later, the door was in its old place again.

'Ron? What happened?' I stepped out into the hall.

Surprised, my friend turned around and a big smile brightened up his face. 'Harry! You're not dead!'

'Of course I'm not. But what happened to Draco? I just saw him go out and he looked very mad.'

'Oh, yeah, Malfoy. He… was kinda mad? I had coffee with him and then he got a call from his mum and then he made me leave. I think his mum told him something? I don't know. I tried eavesdropping but then again, I was scared he'd catch me. But he did yell some stuff about getting something tattooed on his forehead and then something in French, I think.'

'He can speak French?' I was impressed.

'I don't know.' Ron mumbled and then turned his attention back to the door. He opened it, closed it. 'It should be fine now.' He said then, proud of himself.

'Thanks. I'd invite you in, but I do need some more rest and if I understood you correctly, you had coffee with Draco, right?'

'Right.' My friend said. Then he added, 'Hey, earlier there was this guy on the street and Malfoy made me pretend to be together with him, so the other guy wouldn't bother him. I think you should check that out?'

'I didn't understand anything you just said, but yeah, I'll do that. Bye, Ron! See you next week in school!'

'Bye!' the other said back and went into the elevator, that was resting on this level since I took it to get up here.

Once he was gone, I opened my new door, I still didn't know, why my old one was bad or why it wasn't there anymore. What waited for me inside, surprised me like a tiger jumping towards you from the next bush.

It was clean.

My apartment was never clean. Never.

Everything had a place and order. All the pillows puffed and on the small couch. The papers, that I left scattered on my desk, were neatly piled up.

As much, as I'd loved to admire the clean version of my apartment, I was really exhausted and tired.

My bedroom was tidy too, but I barely noticed. I jumped onto the mattress and fell instantly asleep.

DRACOS POV

I found a gay bar, which I hadn't visited yet, and sat down at the counter. 'Give me some shots!' I demanded from the bartender and he did, after I showed him my fake ID. Pop music played in the background and I took one shot after the other. Once I finished the ones I ordered, I yelled for more.

'Hey, I know that you are underage, so what are you doing here? You are too young to drink your problems away.' The bartender addressed me after I finished my second round.

'Hah, I wish you were right. I wish, I could do that only for fun, but I do need to get my mind off things, at least for tonight. I just can't deal with things anymore.'

'Well, my shift ends in a few minutes and…' he put his hand on mine, 'Well, I could make you forget.' he was around 20, brown hair and hazel eyes.

'Are you honestly hitting on me? As you correctly assumed, I am underage. That doesn't bother you?' his eyes were clear, and I couldn't free myself from his gaze.

'Well, you do have a pretty good fake ID, so I don't see a problem here.'

'Wait, but you have to let me get more drunk. I'm not drunk enough to follow a stranger home just yet.' And he poured me some more shots, staring at me while I chugged everything down.

The next thing I knew, was that I was outside, the bartender pulling me by my hand, looking back and smiling.

We reached what seemed to be his place and he fiddled his keys out. He needed a few tries to open his door, when he finally opened it, he pulled me in, then he did the same at what I assumed to be his flat door.

He closed the door between us and pushed me against it, kissing me violently. He pushed himself so close to me, that there was almost no space between us. Then the guy started rubbing his crotch against mine, I could feel that he was hard.

For a moment he stopped kissing me and looked me in the eyes, then he tried picking me up, but due to his lack of muscles and slender frame, he couldn't.

I laughed a little and he smiled, a bit embarrassed.

'I'm not used to this, sorry.' He apologised and blushed a little.

'It's okay.' I let him pull me to his bedroom, where he pushed me onto the mattress and crawled on top of me. He started kissing me again, all over my face, while his hands were trying to get my shirt off. Once he succeeded, my shirt landed on the floor next to the bed. His kissed moved down onto my chest, his fingers tracing my muscles. He reached my stomach and a groan escaped my lips. It felt good, I didn't care that he was a stranger.

His fingers reached my jeans and his fingers pulled my pants and underwear down at the same time, freeing my dick.

Then he suddenly sat up and stood up, going to a drawer. He searched in it and then came back with a scarf and some handcuffs.

'Do you care for making it a bit, spicier here?' he said with a smirk and I didn't have any objections.

Okay. So I debated, if I should usedick or not [because I don't like that word idk y] but it did seem better than beaver basher or beef whistle. A and sorry for that sex-scene? Idk. I hope u liked it! /?