Night Life - Chapter 11 – Mayhem

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Warnings: Um, I have so many listed in chapters before just to cover my bases…In this one, we have things suggested, but not going into detail, so everyone should be fine with that, yep. Because I wanted it that way, and I didn't feel like doing detail.

Notes: Night Life is sososososo hard to write. Like, ridiculous. I have an outline, I knew how it started and mostly how it ended, some of the middle and just needed to fill it in. Which is apparently harder then I thought. I mean, how long has this thing been in the works? Since 08? Oh man, since 07! With a year long break? That is a long time to be working on something, dudes. I am trying to see this through to the end, whenever that happens. I just, am not fast at it, so I'm sorry. I have had encouragement to write lately, I just haven't, though I've been doing more then I used too. I don't even have an idea for a fanfic after this one, geez. That's never happened. Anyways. I'll see what I can do about chapter 12 coming to you sooner rather then later.

Thanks for reading!

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"So, what happened?" Draco asked a while later when they had all eaten and Harry was feeling at least ten times better then before. Not 100 times better, just ten.

"We went to dinner. It was good. Had some wine. Went to a club. Had a couple drinks, danced, and I don't remember. I went back to my room and Theo dragged me here."

"Which club?"

"I don't know, he said it was an all ages club. No one checked our ID's. Edward seemed to know the bouncer. The I was white and silver. I think. Pretty sure it was bright."

"Sounds like Shox."

"What? How do you know that?"

"Because I've been there before, Harry, how else?"

"I don't know, what does it matter what it's called anyways?"

"Some places, like Shox, have less lenient policies then others. We're just trying to help figure out what happened. Are you sure he didn't slip you anything?"

"How could I be sure, Draco? I can't be, not unless I saw him do it, and I'm not stupid enough to drink it if I had seen it."

"Didn't say you were. Calm down. We just-" Draco looked around at the others, who nodded. "We just want you to be all right. You're our friend."

"Yeah, well, you're acting like a mother hen. Worse. I know I've never had anyone other then Mrs. Weasley to mother me, but I can tell you're going overboard." Harry stood up from his chair. "I'll be okay, lots of kids end up doing much worse then I did. If something really bad happens, then you can come save me."

Draco said nothing in reply, letting Harry walk past him and out the door to his own room. They were all right, he was being a bit… much about this, but Harry was someone he actually cared about, more then he cared about Theo or Blaise. He didn't want him to get hurt, to be in pain or lost and confused. All things that Edward was causing him to feel.

In all actuality, this sucked.

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Harry went down to his own room and flung himself down onto his bed. He wasn't feeling any better, though the headache had lessened somewhat. It was so stupid. Obviously, Draco cared about him, they were friends, and even Blaise and Theo were friends, who were concerned and had been helping him adjust to this new lifestyle among the elite. But Draco seemed to be taking it just too far. What was his problem? Tons of teenagers went out and partied on the weekends, or weeknights, ending up in far worse condition then he had! Harry just wasn't used to drinking and being drunk so it had affected him more then it had affected Edward, more then it would have affected Draco had he been in that situation.

Harry rolled over onto his back, folding his arms behind his head as he frowned at the bed curtains. He wasn't used to people caring about him, being concerned for his well being. Sure, Ron and Hermione had understood and were always there for him, but they couldn't do anything about it, after school he still had to go home to his aunt and uncle and to wishing he was dead. He couldn't stay at Ron's forever, Vernon would have been after him for sure and Harry didn't want to inflict his stupid uncle on them. This was different though. They cared. They knew what he had gone through, knew it was wrong. Hell, they may have even experienced it themselves at some point to a much, much lesser degree. He wasn't about to ask them. Most importantly though, since he didn't have to go home to it, his friends all seemed determined not to let it happen to him again. Look what Draco had done to Pansy! That was utterly humiliating and she had just been… well, yes, most people would have seen that as a criminal offence had she succeeded and it was even though she hadn't.

Edward cared too though. Or, he made it seem like he did. Harry wasn't sure. He'd never actually been in a relationship, so he had no idea if he was doing this right or was getting it completely wrong. Edward certainly knew what he was doing, he had far more experience then Harry did. Plus Draco had introduced Harry to him, so he must be all right, or Draco wouldn't have done so. Unless there was something else behind that, Draco didn't like him, or had in the past? Maybe he just introduced him out of politeness at the Christmas party since he was a fellow student and all. Harry had met a couple others as well when he was able to get out of Edward's magnetic circle of influence. See, just there, Harry had admitted to himself that Edward had a large influence over him.

Harry groaned, thinking now that he'd been too hard on them, especially Draco. He sighed, and stood up, done moping for now. A half hour had past with his mind drifting lazily over these thoughts and trying to figure everything out. He didn't have any more answers then when he had started, but he knew he should go apologize to his friends.

Opening the door, Harry walked right into someone. Looking up from the floor, he discovered it was Edward, and not one of his roommates. "Ed-Edward! Um, what are you doing here?"

"Coming to see you, silly. You did vanish on me."

"Oh, uh, Draco just wanted to talk to me."

"Draco, huh? He giving you trouble again?"

"N-No, not really, we just had an argument, he's being stupid."

"About what?"

"Ah, nothing important, just, um, a game we played before. Draco lost to me and he's still mad about it."

"A game? Hmm, well, that does sound like him to be a child like that. Where are you going?"

"Oh, I was just going to go apologize for getting mad at him over it."

"That can wait, can't it?"

"I-I guess it can. Why? What did you want?"

Edward pushed Harry back into the room, coming in himself and shutting the door behind him. "What? Can't I come see how my boyfriend is doing? You weren't doing too well this morning; I thought I'd make sure you weren't still sick."

"Oh, ah. Yeah, I feel better. Lots better. The hangover is practically gone now, I'm fine."

"Good, I'm glad you're better. I would hate for you to get sick just because we were having a little fun." Edward guided Harry further into the room, and Harry was forced to blindly walk backwards until his knees hit the edge of the bed and he sat down.

Edward sat next to him, smiling gently and taking his hand to cup Harry's cheek. He leaned forward and Harry couldn't help the compulsion to lean away, though not far, Edward's lips still met his in a smooth kiss. Harry froze up as Edward moved even closer to him, trying to deepen the kiss but meeting Harry's resistance.

"Harry? What's wrong?"

"Um, uh, n-nothing, just nervous, sorry."

Edward smiled, and Harry could imagine that it usually had this melting affect on his partner. Harry though, didn't quite feel like melting. "Just relax. It's okay. There's nothing wrong with me kissing you, is there?"

"N-No, nothing wrong, it's… it's nice." Harry blushed a furious red, especially for having said that and not meaning it in the least. He didn't want to be kissing Edward right now, it didn't matter how many times they'd done it before. Stupid Draco, getting into his head and making him think things like this. Hadn't Harry just been arguing the fact that Edward was decent and treated him well?

"Well then, want to try again?" Edward's smile seemed like more of a smirk this time.

Harry took a deep breath and tried to relax. He was being stupid now, not Draco. This was his boyfriend, someone that cared about him, who wanted to be with him. He shouldn't just throw that away because Draco was paranoid. He smiled at Edward. "Yeah, I do."

Edward grinned, like a predator having cornered his prey and swooped in, kissing Harry without meeting resistance and pushing him back on the bed. He was quick; he knew what he was doing, what he wanted. And he knew how to get it. Hands drifted over Harry's chest, reaching lower to the edge of his t-shirt, tugging it upwards in a suggestion, not forcing it.

Harry broke off, breathing heavily and staring up with glassy eyes. He took another deep breath, then moved so he could pull off his shirt, diving back in for another kiss as Edward's hands did more and more and went further then Harry had experienced before… at least that he could remember. Harry lost himself to the feelings, the electricity tingling across his skin, ignoring his fight with Draco and all the worries they'd brought up before. He was in the moment and that's all there was too it.

In his inner most thoughts, Edward chuckled to himself. Ah, this was almost too easy, but it was still very, very fun. He would keep Harry as his for a while; he'd just have to watch out for Draco. The smile on the inside reached his lips as Harry gasped and moaned particularly loudly.

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Sunday morning dawned particularly bright through the window that Harry had never drawn the blinds over. Blinking awake and groaning, Harry didn't really feel any better then when he'd left Draco last night. He sat up, wincing with the unaccustomed pain, and noticed he was alone. Thank god. Alone with his misery and these disgusting sheets covered in sweat, saliva and whatever it was Edward had used for lube, Harry wasn't sure what, he wasn't exactly paying attention to things like that last night. He threw back the covers, unveiling part of a condom wrapper. He picked it up and threw it in the trash before stripping the sheets off his bed and throwing them all into his laundry hamper. That task complete, he grabbed his robe and headed for the shower.

The hot water was soothing, woke him up and made him feel actually better, or that could be the aspirin he'd taken before getting in working. Maybe that had been a bad idea last night. He had made light of his friend's concern for him and hadn't taken them seriously, just wanting to believe in Edward, that he wouldn't do something like that. He wouldn't have drugged Harry Friday at the club that was just silly. And even if he had, why would he? That didn't make sense. Really, Harry had given in easily enough last night.

Too many unknowns and Harry refused to keep thinking about it. He was going to make sure everything just went back to normal. Or, as normal as his life ever got.

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By the time Harry was in the shower, Draco had already been awake for a while. Thinking things over, moping a bit, and just trying to figure out where he had gone wrong. He never should have introduced Edward to Harry, but Draco had been trying to introduce him to fellow students at the party and Edward had cornered him and insisted that Draco introduce him to Harry. Apparently they had bumped into each other a couple times before and Edward was fascinated by the younger boy. So, Draco had done it, not seeing any harm in it then.

Of course, he saw plenty of harm in it now. He frowned, almost a pout as he thought about it. It wasn't fair, he was just concerned for his friend. He would do the same for Blaise and Theo! …Probably. Okay, he wouldn't, it was just Harry he would ever be like this over. And yes he knew he was being silly, but that was beside the point. He had this… urge to protect Harry from any more harm coming his way.

Draco was still lost in thought as the three of them made their way down to breakfast, and was maybe still pouting when Harry plopped down beside him a few minutes later, hair still wet and smelling like the school's soap.

"Hey."

Draco looked up, startled, but managing to hide it in time. "Hey."

"I wanted to say sorry about last night. It was really great of you guys to go looking for me and take care of me. I felt like shit, but having you guys watching my back made me feel a lot better. So I'm sorry for being a jerk about it, you were just concerned."

"Apology accepted." Draco nodded.

Harry laughed. "Is that all you have to say?"

"No. Thanks. We were worried, and I know I was going over the top, but I just, I don't know, Edward's been giving me weird vibes lately, even though he was always fine before. Maybe I'm just paranoid, but you really didn't look good last night."

"I know, but I felt better afterward. I was coming to apologize last night, but I ran into Edward coming to see me and well…"

"You got a little distracted?" Blaise interjected.

Harry blushed. "Um, yeah…"

"Harry… I…I hope you know what you're doing."

"Me too, Draco. Me too. But if anything is wrong, you'll be the first to know, okay?"

"Okay. Sounds good." Draco smiled.

Harry returned the smile and then tucked into his breakfast. "So, what are we doing today?"

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The rest of the week went by smoothly. Harry hung out more with his friends, the same as it had always been, all of them feeling better about the situation. He still saw Edward in between classes, and Edward still gave him no reason to worry, and was always caring and nice to Harry. And then Friday rolled around again, and Edward asked him to come out with him again. Harry felt a small jolt, butterflies in his stomach. The same thing again? Go out and come back feeling like shit and having Draco worry?

But Draco wouldn't worry. They'd talked about it, they were hanging out, and things were great with everyone. He could have his friends and his boyfriend and no problems. So he hoped. Harry mustered up a smile he hoped didn't looked strained and said yes. Later he told Draco, just so he would know, and they could maybe prevent some of the crap from the week before.

Draco didn't manage to look as pleased as when Harry had agreed to the date, but he tried to say nothing, and failed of course. He went into worry mode and started fretting over Harry. Harry promised to come see him right after they got back, which took care of almost all Draco's fears. Almost all of them. He still really did not like it, but you can't force your friends to break up with someone just because you don't like them. That's silly. They are allowed to have their own lives.

So Draco tried not to worry to much, and yes, he sat up waiting Friday night instead of doing something fun himself. He waited late into the night, and then even later figuring they might have stayed until the club closed. It wasn't until Saturday morning when he awoke with a start when his book slid to the floor with a thump that he realized Harry had never come to see him. Which could just mean he was tired and had told himself he'd do it in the morning, but Draco still worried none the less and rushed off to Harry's room.

Except it was empty. Again.

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