HotPinkTriangle *8* Killing Apathy
The sun was setting. Draco pulled the collar of his coat up and buried his hands in his pockets. Harry ran toward him, hood up. *Yo, sorry I'm late* Harry breathed. Draco pulled out a cigarette. *What shit does Snape have us doing today?* Harry asked, hopping up and down from the cold. *Cancelled* Draco said quietly, a drag from his cigarette. *Shit that's great! . . . But you didn't have to wait out to tell me* Harry said. *Do you want to go somewhere?* Draco asked, looking ahead. Harry stood there in surprise. Draco looked at him. *Yeah . . .definitely. I mean, sure* Harry breathed. Draco put out his cigarette.
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Draco's room. The sheets were messed up. The floor was littered with clothes. And the smell was Grass. Draco threw his coat on the floor. *It's messy. Throw your shit anywhere* Draco said, getting on his stomach to reach under the bed. *You have a room to yourself? How the fuck did that happen?* *My dad* Draco said from under the bed. Harry found a place on the floor and leaned against the desk beside him. Draco walked across the room and locked the door. He sat against his bed with a small box in his hand. He held out a pill. *Still want to go somewhere?*
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Harry was on the floor long after he stopped seeing everything in neon colors. He sat up slowly, trying to shake the dizzy feeling. Draco was laying nearby, mumbling a song to himself. He couldn't remember when he'd passed out. He sat himself up against the foot of the bed, started laughing and couldn't stop. Draco sat up beside him, a mellow smile. Still coming down. Harry's laughter finally died and he stared at Draco beside him. *Don't you care what your friends think? *Bout what?* Draco asked, his eyes closed. *Us, hanging out* Harry said. *I just don't fucking care anymore* Draco said, almost a whisper.
The sun was setting. Draco pulled the collar of his coat up and buried his hands in his pockets. Harry ran toward him, hood up. *Yo, sorry I'm late* Harry breathed. Draco pulled out a cigarette. *What shit does Snape have us doing today?* Harry asked, hopping up and down from the cold. *Cancelled* Draco said quietly, a drag from his cigarette. *Shit that's great! . . . But you didn't have to wait out to tell me* Harry said. *Do you want to go somewhere?* Draco asked, looking ahead. Harry stood there in surprise. Draco looked at him. *Yeah . . .definitely. I mean, sure* Harry breathed. Draco put out his cigarette.
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Draco's room. The sheets were messed up. The floor was littered with clothes. And the smell was Grass. Draco threw his coat on the floor. *It's messy. Throw your shit anywhere* Draco said, getting on his stomach to reach under the bed. *You have a room to yourself? How the fuck did that happen?* *My dad* Draco said from under the bed. Harry found a place on the floor and leaned against the desk beside him. Draco walked across the room and locked the door. He sat against his bed with a small box in his hand. He held out a pill. *Still want to go somewhere?*
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Harry was on the floor long after he stopped seeing everything in neon colors. He sat up slowly, trying to shake the dizzy feeling. Draco was laying nearby, mumbling a song to himself. He couldn't remember when he'd passed out. He sat himself up against the foot of the bed, started laughing and couldn't stop. Draco sat up beside him, a mellow smile. Still coming down. Harry's laughter finally died and he stared at Draco beside him. *Don't you care what your friends think? *Bout what?* Draco asked, his eyes closed. *Us, hanging out* Harry said. *I just don't fucking care anymore* Draco said, almost a whisper.