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. ~ Harry and Draco work out their issues.

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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Draco walked out of Jack's place. It was a bright morning and he wasn't sure how long he had been unconscious. His head pounded from the amount of drugs in his system, yet he walked straightly down the sidewalk.

Hell, he didn't feel better. Nothing had felt better than. . .waking up in a soft bed. He remember the feeling well. And Harry had made it just a little bit better, but no! It wasn't like that. It wasn't aloud to be like that. Nothing came that simple.

"Draco?"

Draco turned around. Speak of the God damn devil. Harry. Draco wanted to scream fuck off and fall into the other man's arms all at the same time. What's a guy to do?

"I left for a reason," Draco said.

"And I went looking for you for a reason." Harry stepped forward. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry? No your not. Admit it, you've never had anyone better." Draco hissed.

Harry couldn't say anything. Was there no answer that would work without pissing off the blond before him? Couldn't things just work out for once? No, there was no fairy tale life.

"I'll admit it, it wasn't love, but it's not just physical. Just give it a chance." Harry pleaded.

"You don't understand. I don't want this! I like my fucked up life. I like it all!" Draco screamed like a mad man.

"Don't lie to me! You told me to tell the truth, now it's your turn!" Harry demanded.

Draco crossed his arms and huffed. "I don't need this now."

Draco turned away, refusing to show Harry any emotion. He wanted desperately to be the boy that stood up to Harry time after time. Even when the Boy Who Lived beat him down he had always gotten back up. Why could he be that again? Why did things have to change so much? Why did people have to change so much?

"You think you're the only one that's been hurt!? People everywhere are hurt everyday. You just need to know where to find it!" Harry shouted at Draco's back, but it was no uses.

Harry sighed and turned around. Looking for so long had been a waste of time. He went home. Slowly. In the back of his mind a stupid voice told him to go back and fight for what he wanted. Only listening to the stupid voice never normally worked, so he left.

He flopped on the couch and just sat there. He felt numb. Draco made him feel things he hadn't felt since Ginny. Things he had never wanted to feel when it had happened, but now he wanted it all back. He wanted to love again. He wanted to know what it was like to be loved again.

"Maybe I should just off myself and get it over with!" Harry practically shouted.

"I didn't know I was that important. I would have let you fuck me again."

Harry snorted. Great. He had followed him home. And to think, earlier, on the street he had had a better speech prepared. Now he couldn't even think properly, especially with when Draco looked like a lost kid at his door. With those grey eyes. It was too. . . No! That's what got him in this last time.

"Can I come in?" Draco's tone was different this time.

Harry nodded. "I don't know what you want from me. You made it clear you didn't want my help."

There was a weird silence. Draco twitched a little. He didn't know why he had followed Harry. All this time in the back of his mind he had known Harry had been looking for him. But watching the dark haired man walk away had scared him.

All his life he had never known what it was like to be needed. It had felt good to know Harry had been looking for him. And watching Harry walk away made him feel like a little boy. The little boy whose father left him in a pile on the floor after he hit him.

"I don't know what you want me to say."

Draco looked up at Harry. "Say something that'll make me stay."

"Like what? Confess my undying love for you? Sorry, but it doesn't work that way."

Draco didn't look away, even as he felt tears well up in his eyes he looked at Harry. "I came back because I thought you wanted me here."

"And I do."

"Then prove it!" Draco stood up and bared his arms. "See what you make me do!"

Harry opened his mouth, but never spoke. Harry could see the bruised veins under Draco's ivory skin. He could see the dirty marks where a needle had pierced the blond's skin.

"I can't think properly. I don't want to go back. You're right! Are you happy!? Draco can't live his sad pathetic life on the street anymore! He had to take heroine to forget that it felt good here. Even when I don't know what it feels like to be in your arms, I long for it! You happy? Tell me, was this the plan!?"

"No." Harry said solemnly.

"Is that it?" Draco asked. "Because if you really want me to, I'll leave."

"You want more!?" Harry asked as he stood up, "I'll give you my little speech. You're scared. You won't let people in. You think you're being use, but you're not. You use people as much as they you. You trusted the people around you and got burned. Welcome to the real world. You think you're the only one who trusted someone and had it all taken away!? I killed my girlfriend! I led her into her death. Voldermort found her and killed her because of me!"

"At least someone was there to love you once. I never even got that." Draco said. "But if it's any consolation I wish she was alive so I wouldn't have to deal with you!"

"Fine! Go!"

Draco growled and grabbed the back of Harry's head. He pulled him into a deep kiss. Harry opened his mouth and let Draco's tongue in. Finally Harry pulled back for air. He smiled a little at Draco.

"Or you could stay. I want you too."

"I think I want to," Draco whispered.

Harry nodded and pulled Draco closer to him. He kissed the blond again then trailed down his jaw. Draco moaned as Harry explored the sensitive skin of his neck. Carefully Harry let his hands crawl under Draco's shirt.

"God, Potter, why does everything have to be so perfect with you?" Draco growled and ripped off Harry shirt, "I might die waiting for you to undress me."

Harry chuckled and picked up the pace. Half stumbling the two found their way to Harry's bed room. Harry gently pushed Draco down on the bed and unbuttoned his pants. He drew them off the man before him then started on his own.

Draco gasped and the sight of Harry. Nothing he had ever seen in his life was more beautiful. Harry crawled on top of Draco and kissed him gently. He reached for his wand on the stand by his bed and whispered and lubricant spell.

The blond gasped as Harry entered his with one trust. Soon they began to move together. Harry buried himself deep within Draco until he hit that one spot. Draco saw stars as he came quickly.

"DRACO!" Harry cried as he came to his release.

Harry collapsed on top of Draco panting. He gave Draco a sad smile.

"I don't know what this is." Draco whispered.

"Don't worry, neither do I." Harry kissed the crown of Draco's head before sleep overwhelmed him.

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A/N- Ok, I know the last chapter sucked. And ya, I did mean heroin in the last chapter. Hopefully this one didn't suck as much. I tried to keep the sex at R and not NC-17. Did I do any better now? I'm thinking about rewriting the last chapter. Oh well, we'll see if I get any better reviews for this chapter.