Confection

Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter and all characters contained within this story are all property of J.K. Rowling, with the exception of Chester Devroy, he's owned by me. Bum Bum Bum, and all that other disclaimer stuff.
Author: Abyss

Email: IndelibleChild@yahoo.com

Rating: R

Warnings: Slash, Angst, implied rape, Drug abuse, Self-Mutilation

Genre: Drama

Summary: Draco's life begins to crumble when he accidentally plunges himself deep into his fathers schemes to over throw Voldemort. Can a new friend found in the most unlikely place save him from his own self-destruction? Takes place 6th year at Hogwarts, AU.

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Chapter Three: Broken Boundaries

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"Your excruciatingly irritable ability to be 15 minutes late for everything never ceases to astound me, Potter." Draco drawled from his table at the library.

"What happened to 'I won't wait for you'?" Harry walked across the library and sat down across from Draco.

"I didn't." The blonde Slytherin produced a small plastic bag from inside his robes and tossed it at Harry. "You're 15 minutes behind me."

Harry took the contents of the bag and spilt it into the palm of his left hand. "What is it?" He inquired.

Draco smirked. "My secret. Try it, you're going to love it, honest."

"An honest Slytherin? Who would of thought." Harry stared lazily at the two small pills before popping them into his mouth, grimacing as he swallowed. "That tasted like shit." He muttered a look of half-disgust still present on his face.

"Personal experience I presume?" Draco teased.

Rolling his eye Harry leaned back into his wooden chair. "Where'd you get them from?"

"You'd be truly amazed at all the wonderful things people just leave laying around... in their trunks."

Harry laughed. "Klepto."

Draco smiled brightly. "I like to think of it as a permanent loan."

"How long are we waiting?"

"Well, I've another 15 minutes to go, you on the other hand, have half an hour, lucky you! Of course in those 30 minutes you," Draco pointed at Harry "will be looking for all the information you can on the mirror of Erised. I am almost positive that the mirror is a form of Glamour Magic, if it is, then we can use that for our Glamour Object." Draco ran his left hand through his hair. "There is one small issue we should discuss."

Harry looked up at Draco.

"Certain... ahh... happenings have been brought to my father's attention... As such, I have been informed that I will be going home for the holiday." Draco internally smiled at Harry's poorly hidden disappointment. "That also means I'll need my twenty galleons back too. I'm not going to be generous and let you smoke yourself up with my money."

Grudgingly Harry agreed. "Yeah whatever, I'll give you back the money tomorrow."

"Alright then. Grab some of these books, and we're off." Draco stood up, grabbed half the pile of book that were neatly stacked on the table, staring at the confused Gryffindor expectantly. Harry grabbed the rest of the books, and followed Draco wordlessly out of the room.

"Hey, wait a minute." Harry protested as they stopped in front of the entrance to the Slytherin common room. "I'm not going in there!"

"Oh get over yourself, it's the only place where we can work comfortably and you'll be pleased to know that I have my own room, so no one is going to bother you." Whispering the password to the portrait Draco led Harry through the Slytherin common room, away from where the dorms lay to a large heavy wooden door.

"I'm not going to see any contraband laying around your room am I? I have no desired to be scarred from this experience." Harry spoke as Draco opened the door.

"You'll be fine, Potter." Draco muttered as he ushered Harry in, then lightly closed the door behind him, putting a locking spell on it, ignoring the small tingle in his fingertips. Draco smiled, slightly amused at Harry's bewildered expression as he looked around the room.

"How'd you get this room?"

"Being a Malfoy, can... ahhh... Influence people into making decisions that one wouldn't normally make." Draco explained as he set down his books on a large desk. Trying to ignore the tension that came from Harry after that last sentence. "Oh shit." Draco gabbed the back of the chair that sat in front of the desk for support as he felt an almost uncomfortable warmth flood through him. The slight tingling in his fingers from before grew stronger as it swept over his entire body, making him feel weak.

"You alright?" Harry asked, Draco noticed the slight concern in his voice, his voice that seemed just a bit too loud.

"I just... need.... To sit down." Draco spoke slowly, feeling all of his muscles clench at the foreign sensations that kept running through him. Draco felt his leg start to shake as he slowly tried to move the chair around.

"You need help?" Harry started to walk towards Draco.

"Uhmm..." Draco gasped as Harry grasped the blonde's right arm, his nerve endings bursting with a euphoric sensation where the Gryffindor's hand just touched. "Don't touch me, Potter." He whispered harshly. Watching Harry back away from him slowly, Draco sat himself down in the chair, resting his elbows on his knees. "Just give me a couple of minutes." Draco spoke after a few tense moments. "I wasn't expecting that to happen right then."

Draco could feel Harry's eyes on him; it made his skin itch. "Could you stop staring at me? I doubt that I need your undying attention, when I'm just sitting."

"Uhm. Sorry." He heard Harry mutter. The itching feeling dulled down to a slight tingling, which Draco found oddly pleasant. Smiling slightly, he began to laugh, for no apparent reason. The unpleasant shock of the drugs hitting his system wearing off, Draco looked up at Harry, still laughing a little.

"Could you get me some water to drink?"

"...Sure..."

"The bathroom is through that door over there." Draco pointed to a dark door that was half-open. "There will be a glass in there already." Draco smiled as he watched Harry walk pass the door, still looking confused. Ha, he could be so cute sometimes....

Cute? What the hell? Draco shook his head, trying to shove that thought out of his head. It's rather hot in here. Draco thought to himself. Standing up, Draco pulled his robes off and draped them on the back of the chair he was just sitting in. The noticeable distortion in everything Draco's eyes rested on, made him feel slightly drunk, or as if he needed glasses to see properly. Trying to blink away the distorted fuzz, Draco noticed Harry walk back into the room.

"Thank you." Draco muttered when Harry offered him the glass. His mouth felt sickeningly dry, and the cool liquid did little to help.

"So, what were those two pills?" Harry asked, looking at Draco questionably.

"Ah." Draco took another small sip of his water. "You weren't paying attention. You had one and a half pills. DXM and MDMA."

"You gave me ecstasy?!" Harry asked incredulously.

"Oh calm down." Draco waved his hand at him. "It was only half a pill, you've taken it with something else, the DXM tones it down drastically. And," Draco paused "I recall you experimenting with harder drugs, so don't give me shit." Draco smiled as he watched Harry's left hand open and close a few times. "I suggest you go sit down so it won't hit you as hard as it did me." Draco continued to stare at Harry's hand.

He's got nice hands. He probably has nice arms too... he should, he's got great shoulders. Oh, I've always liked shoulders..... Draco thought. Damnit, shut up. Draco mentally scolded himself.

"Mmm, you've got a comfy bed..." Harry mumbled into his arm. Wait... Harry was lying on his bed?

"Potter what are you doing on my bed?"

"I think I'm laying down, silly." Harry giggled into his arm.

Draco smiled, amused. "You prat, get off my bed."

"Why?" Harry moaned childishly and turned away from Draco.

Draco got up and walked the short distance to his bed before flopping down on it. "We should go for a walk."

"But you just laid down." Harry turned to face Draco.

Draco inhaled sharply. His eyes were so green. Why was he so close to Draco? What happened to his glasses?

"I haven't worn them at all today, I'm surprised you didn't noticed. Pomfry corrected my eyes for me earlier today." Harry stared at Draco questioningly.

Oh shit, I actually said that aloud. "Let's go for that walk now, shall we?" Draco hastily got up from the bed and went to the closet. The halls got very cold in Hogwarts at night, he'd need some warm robes. Harry seemed to have followed him. He was close to him. Very close. Draco could actually feel Harry's body heat he was so close. He continued to look at his selection of robes, purposely prolonging the final decision. Only when his mind was not really his own could Draco even begin to admit that he enjoyed feeling Harry so close to him. Forgetting the robes Draco turned around to stare into huge green eyes. He knew Harry was close, but he didn't realize how close.

A few sheets of parchment is all that would fit in between the two young wizards, as green eyes intently stared into silver ones. Draco's breath caught in his throat, as Harry seemed to move closer.

What was he doing?

Shouldn't Draco be trying to stop him?

Oh, Harry smells good...

He's so close...

Draco's eyes fluttered shut as he felt soft lips brush over his own. Not wanting to loose the inviting touch he pushed forward, capturing the Gryffindor's lips in his own.

It was innocent. Well, as innocent as the situation could get at least. Two pairs of hesitant lips massaged against each other, almost awkwardly, unsure how to act in the foreign situation. Draco's tongue brushed against Harry's bottom lip, silently asking for entrance into his mouth. The Slytherin could have sworn Harry had moaned as Draco slowly explored the other boy's mouth. The tongue ring was such a good idea.... Draco thought, almost moaning himself.

Carefully pulling away, Draco looked questioningly at Harry. Confused, and although he would never say it, a little frightened.

"You're so soft..." Harry whispered, almost inaudibly, before he wrapped his arms around the Blonde and rested his head on his shoulder.

You taste like candy. Draco thought, only mildly wondering why the Gryffindor had so adamantly wrapped himself around the slightly smaller frame that was Draco. This needs to stop.

"Come on Potter." Draco pulled away. "We need to get to work."

"You just ruin everything don't you?" Harry said playfully. Draco smiled, but he was not amused. This wasn't supposed to happen. So, Draco figured the best way to resolve the issue, was just to ignore the problem. Yup, if the Slytherin didn't acknowledge that he had just kissed Harry, than he could just pretend that it never happened.

Harry pulled up a chair and sat next to Draco at the desk and waited to be told what to do.

"Needing to be told what to do already? You're lucky you've been paired with someone who is actually smart." Oh, this is much easier than people say it is.

"You're so cocky..." Harry paused, "and that's just so fucking hot."

Shit. Stupid Gryffindor.

Harry smiled, and as far as Draco could tell he tried to look seductive... but he only looked foolish. He

opened his mouth, but Draco cut him off before he could speak. "Look in that book over there, will you? We need more information on the mirror."

"You know, the mirror is here, I've found it once."

"I know it's here, I've seen it before as well." Draco replied, unimpressed.

Apparently it was the wrong thing to say though, because interest lit up Harry's eyes. "Really? What did you see in it?"

"I saw nothing." Draco quickly changed the subject. "Now look, I thought it would be best, instead of trying to do every essay together, that we split them up. After we finish the essay, we can have the other revise it." Draco took out a piece of parchment and placed it on the table. "See," Draco said pointing at the list, he went to say more, but Harry spoke up.

"You saw nothing? Do you mean that you saw yourself?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "We don't need to have this discussion you prat, we need to work on this."

"I want to know what you saw." The Gryffindor insisted.

"And I told you." Draco spoke, irritated. "I saw nothing, Potter. The mirror was all black, okay? Can we move on?"

"Why was it black?"

"You're insufferable. I don't know." Draco lied. "I don't really care either, so this conversation ends right now."

"Fine, fine." Harry looked over at the parchment, obviously uninterested. "So we're picking what projects we want to do?"

"Just the essays." Draco said, dipping is quill in some ink then circling the essays, there were six total, not including the reflection essays. "I'm taking these three," Draco put a small asterisk near the three he wanted. "I'm a better writer than you are, so I took the ones that count more." Draco waited for a remark from the Gryffindor, defending his essay writing abilities.... but none came.

"You're so pale." Harry said looking appraisingly at Draco's ashen forearms.

"I rather enjoy it." Draco said defensively. "My body is one consecutive colour, no ugly tan lines, unlike you." Albeit he was confused about the continuous turn in conversation, the blonde did not enjoy being targeted for criticism.

"I never said being pale was a bad thing." Harry's gaze turned from appraising, to hungry in a matter of seconds. Draco deftly moved his arm away from Harry, and put it in his lap.

"I think you need to leave now, Potter. You obviously find staring at me much more important than this project."

"We can work on it later."

"Quite the procrastinator, I see. You can either stay and work on this essay," The Slytherin pointed to a piece of parchment with a couple sentences written on it. "Or you can leave."

"I have better things to do than this." Harry mumbled and began shoving his things back into bag.

"Oh, right. Do some more drugs, because obviously it makes you such a wonderful person."

Harry looked at Draco as if he had just been slapped. "I don't recall you ever turning them down!" Harry stood up, hurt and frustrated.

"I'm also not the one whose life has come to revolve around such things. I'm also not the one who is a hopeless addict."

"Fuck you, I'm not an addict, I could quit anytime I wanted to." Draco slowly stood up and pushed his chair into his desk.

"Is that so?" He drawled, leaning against the desk idly. "I highly doubt that Potter. You're high right now, and you were just about to leave so you could go and get yourself more fucked up." The blonde Slytherin looked down at his nails, an act that made him appear bored with the conversation. He knew the air of indifference in this particular discussion would make Harry's blood boil.

"You prick." Harry grabbed the smaller boy's shirt, forcefully pulling him away from the desk. "You don't understand a thing." He growled. Draco was frightened of the dark haired boy, but he refused to let himself show it.

"I'm quite sure that I do." Draco said defiantly.

Making a strangled, incomprehensible noise, he pushed Draco to the floor, his head hitting the side of Harry's chair on the way down. "You don't know a fucking thing." He said again before he stalked out of Draco's room, leaving the blonde wizard curled on the floor, clutching his bruised head.

"Shit." Draco bit his lip and slowly, very slowly, began to sat up. His head pounding violently. Eventually the damaged teenager managed to make his way to the bathroom to assess the damage done to his head. He had a small bump forming on the right side of his head. Could have been worse, Draco thought, wincing as he touched the tender area, Potter could have punched him in the face, instead of just push him down. For that, the Slytherin was thankful.

He was still annoyed with Harry, though.

Opening the cupboard under the sink, Draco took out a small vile of potion that said 'Healing' in his own neat handwriting. Taking in a mouthful of the grotesque liquid, Draco recapped, and restored the bottle. His stance swaying slightly as he waited for the potion to take effect.

The pain didn't go away completely, but it dulled down to only a minor irritating thumping. His previous intake of drugs probably having something to do with upset of killing the throbbing completely. A soft knocking on the door pulled Draco from his concentration on his head.

When he opened the door, he unexpectedly found Potter on the other end. "I'm sorry." He muttered, looking down. "I didn't mean to get upset."

Draco stared at the solemn Gryffindor, then opened the door more, offering the slightly taller boy to come in. Draco was angry with the black haired wizard who stood meekly in his bedroom, but with the three different drugs working against his mind, he could bring himself to argue anymore.

Harry noticed Draco's some-what lethargic moves, and his face showed concern. "Did I hurt you?"

Draco nodded slightly. "Not too bad, albeit I presume you gave me a concussion. Thank you for graciously taking away my option of sleep for the night."

"Shit, I'm sorry." Harry looked around briefly. "Want me to stay?"

"No, you can't get caught in here. It's pretty late anyway. I can labor over some school work, I'm up for most of the night anyway."

"Right." Harry nodded, unsure of what to do.

"Is that all you came here to do?" The Slytherin glanced over at Harry, who stood in the middle of his room.

"No, I..." Harry trailed off, obviously changing what he was going to say. "I forgot my bag too." He explained, pointing to his bag that rest near where Draco was sitting.

Draco raised on eyebrow, questioningly. "Then take it and run then, Potter." He drawled. "I've things that need to be done."

Harry shifted uneasily before he walked over and grabbed his bag. "Err... G'night." He muttered as he made his way across the room and out the door.

Draco just stared as the door slowly shut.

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End: Chapter Three

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Author's Notes: Due to… errr… stuff… My next few updates will be a little slower in coming. Je regrete to the few who are actually reading this.