Title: Shattered Life

Author: RedWitch

Email: red_witch56@hotmail.com

Rated: R

Pairing: Draco/Harry

Summary: Draco Malfoy disappeared in his sixth year. He was sucked into a life of prostitution in muggle London. ~ Some thoughts and a little more drugs.

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Draco, Harry and all those other people, I'm just sick and twisted.

Feedback: PLEASE! This is my first slash fic and it'd be great to hear from you all!

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Harry had slumped down on the floor and was now leaning against the wall. He sat there wondering if what he that had happened just happened. He wondered if Draco would walk back in through the door. He waited for a little while, just watching.

Draco had no where to go, he had to come back, right? Harry shook his head at his own stupidity. He didn't know what had come over him. Draco was, well, Draco was a man. Harry had never been with a man. Well, to be quiet frank, he hadn't been with anyone since. . . He'd rather not think about what had happened.

The dark haired man often wondered if Ron blamed him for it and he saw those pity glances Hermione always threw. Those two were the most important people in his life, yet they could make him feel like the little kid he had been when her first went to Hogwarts.

He knew they didn't mean to do it, but there were so many horrible things about the Great Wizarding World War. And the death of a loved one only made Harry wonder if the victory had really been worth the death toll.

It was thoughts like that, that force Harry to isolate himself almost. He had little to no contact with many of his Hogwarts friends, except the Weasleys, which included Hermione for obvious reasons. He kept himself at Hogwarts all school year, socializing with the other teachers, a little.

But God, why did he do that? He felt so bad. . . Maybe he did feel 'that way' about Draco, but why did he have to come out like that? Why did he let Draco do that? No, it wasn't Draco's fault. It was his, for not understanding what things like sex to him could mean to Draco.

Finally Harry got up and ran out the door to look for him.

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Draco shivered. It felt a lot colder out than it had looked when he walked out the door. Why wasn't Harry following if he cared so much? Draco felt a few tears well in his eyes a little. This was stupid, Malfoys didn't cry. Then again most Malfoys lived in the Malfoy Manor and didn't have sex with people for money.

Why had he trusted Harry so much? All people were the same. It's looking out for number one all the time. And number one was always you. No one cares about anyone else. It was a lesson he learned along time ago. His father had taught him that. It was one of the few things he had taken with him through life, if you could call this a life.

He wasn't good enough for Harry. He knew it. He knew Harry knew it too. His life was a mess and Harry's Hogwarts' teacher reputation couldn't handle it. Draco shook himself and knocked on the rusty brown door. He winced at the dirt on his knuckles and wiped them off on his pants. . .Harry's pants.

The blond watched as the door creaked open. It was Jack. Draco smiled. Jack always was so courteous as to open his own door, just too chicken shit to go get his own money.

Jack's lip curled into a grin that would rival Snape's. "Jack thought he finished you off."

"God loves me." Draco shrugged.

"Come in," Jack welcomed. "Tell me, what dark angel is looking over you."

Draco thought of Harry's dark messy hair. "Um. . ."

"So tense Draco. What's the matter?"

"I don't want to talk about it, least of all with you." Draco sat down at the table. "I assume I don't need to tell you why I'm here."

Jack nodded and took out a small bag of cocaine. "I have something better, if you want it."

"Like what?" Draco eyed Jack spuriously.

Jack pulled out the drawer to his desk and revealed a needle. "Like this."

"What the hell is that!?" Draco asked.

"Hereon," Jack grinned, "And it's better than anything. It'll make you forget everything."

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Harry stumbled back into his apartment. He was beat. Walking all over down town London was not fun. He only wished he could take it all back. Show Draco he did really care. Only problem was why did he care so much. Pity? Draco was handsome? Like? Love? He just didn't understand how he felt or what he was doing.

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A/N - Sorry, that was a really short chapter. But vital. Very vital. I promise! At least I hope it is. I've never been good with plots, just write what feels right, you know? Ya! I got awesome reviews from lotrfan55345, LinZE, Alle, Arafel, D Avalon, Moonlight Phoenix, Katy Kinneas, destinywriters, Diana Malfoy, Asioleh, Little Pug, Lady Nassah, Sparkler, and GaBrIeLa! Thanks for your concern about my face/health. You make me all feel better.