Gah, I was so stuck on this chapter, then all the sudden, I was listening to Superman-By Emiem, and now I have the chapter.
Angst, lust, and lots of cussing. Hey, listen to the song, youll understand.
Thanks to Fizzy! She gave me an idea for this chapter also. :p And being a really good beta!
Now onto Chapter 8
Superman aint saving shit.

Waiting for Harry to come down the stairs, Ron was tapping his foot.
//I don't think I want to know what happened. Wait I do, just not a lot of details, I don't want anything to pop up, er, literally. Gah, what am I supposed to say to him. He fucked Malfoy. I wonder if that was it though, a one night blow job. Great now Im jealous. Not of Malfoy, or of Harry, just fuck. Oh, he is coming down the stairs. Better brace myself.//

Did Hermoine ever tell you that when you make that face, you look like Pansy.
No, what are you on crack?
No, Im skipping classes today.
Ron didn't even want to ask, he knew where Harry was going to go.
Well are you coming to breakfast then?
Yes, Im so fucking hungry. Harry faked a grab at his stomach.
Bull shite, you just want to stare at your love slave.
Who said he was mine, really its the...
I would like to enjoy my breakfast, not chuck it up before I eat it.
I thought you wanted to know.
Im still bracing myself.
Now, I understand the face.

The boys were early to breakfast. Ron always tried to get there first, so the first years didn't get their greedy hands on all the muffins. Hermione was early this morning, she usually was late, trying to get some last minute studying in. Well that's what Harry though. He could be wrong. Though he seriously doubted it.
Hermione, get your head out of that book, and enjoy breakfast for once.
Oh, sod of Ron
Some one call the coast guard. She cussed!
After a warning look from Hermoine they deiced to drop it. Harry thought Ron said something about time of the month but Harry wasn't sure, it could have been is that a moth? Why Ron would talk a about a month was beyond Harry. He started tapping his foot. Thankfully no one noticed it. He looked around, neck outstretched.
You look like a hawk with a tick you know.
Your love slave will be here in a bit.
Actually Granger, it was the other way around.
Harry turned around, he smiled, and tried not to look like a hawk with a tick.
Malfoy leaned down towards Harry, and whispered See you in a bit. he nibbled the lobe of Harry's ear for a second, and walked back to the Slytherin table.

I bet he screams, Draco, does he scream.
Yes, and the right way to Pansy, you aren't supposed to say your own name. Bint.
Harry, hearing Draco's comments, ate the rest of his breakfast in peace, until he saw Draco start to leave. He said good day to his friends and followed Draco to that tower they went to.

Blimey you have blond hair. I bet I can see my own reflection in your hair.
Drunk, this early in the morning, Harry kicked the little guy, proclaimed Malfoy, what's-
The little guy stepped aside, and let him in.
You never changed the password.
Why would I?
Draco moved towards Harry, places his hand on his hip.
You smell of sweetness.
Harry brushes his hair against Draco's face, and smelled his neck.
You smell of, He softly licked Draco's neck and taste of spice.
Draco breathed in the moment of softness. It was rare to him to be touched to lightly.
Draco, tell your father.
Draco stepped away, giving Harry a cold look.
I would lose everything doing that. I don't even know if I love you, why would I yet. We fucked, some people just fuck. I don't know if I want to give up my whole life, just for you. Ask yourself Potter, are you that good?
Harry took notice of the use of surnames. He expected this though.
Your right sometimes people fuck Malfoy, and some times people are good at it. Is this just practice to you. Instantly Harry wished he didn't say that. It came out wrong. To wrong.
Fuck, Malfoy that came out wrong, I quiver under your tough. Im willing to give up everything.
What do you have? You get to start over. You will be Superman for this. Saving poor little rich boys life. I like my life. I don't know if I could give it up.
You get to make that choice, not me. Superman aint saving shit.
Draco grabbed Harry's hair, pulled him closer to him. He kissed him. Not even open his mouth. Bruising Harry's lips. Draco pulled apart, let Harry go, and walked out of the tower.
Harry stood there for a moment, put his fingers to his lips. Blood. He looked in his breast pocket for a tissue, instead of a tissue he pulled out a letter.

Draco,
Is the boy that lost everything to the cause, killed my master, and made me start over, worth it?
-Father


Harry grasped the letter, tears starting at the back of his eyes. He turned to leave, turned to find Draco, tell him that he isn't worth it, that it doesn't matter, that his life is more important, that he could pretend that it never happened.
He ran. Around corners, down in the dudgeons, back to the tower, almost giving up, he felt a thud, and fell over. The person that he ran over fell with him.
Draco, I'm-
Worth it.

They laid there for a moment, surveying each others eyes, Harry pulled him closer.
I think I love you.
I think I love you too.



If you recognize any of that, its from Superman. It fit.
Thank yall so much for mah reviews. I did mean Guns and Roses. Stupid me! gah!
Lurve yall,
Nataliefly

Next chapter out hopefully soon! ;)