DEMENTED STONES

CHAPTER TWO: Sharp Edges

-Authors Note-

Wow, I haven't written on this story since August 20th, of 2003?? Jeeze, where have I been? :head scratches: Some more basics. Anything in ghhis a flashback. There may not be any in this chapter. I'm just writing as an idea comes along. :apologizes that it takes almost a year to think:

OH! There will be some fluffy scenes in here... Love to write those...

Thanks to everyone who reviewed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And this is my first attempted at writing in third person... So if it's bad... You know who to blame.

DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, in order to own Harry Potter, I must have sex with the author... She's been busy. :sad sigh: So, this doesn't belong to me. Well, the story does, but nothing else!

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Draco woke up with a numb feeling in his hand. It was unlike any other pain he'd experienced before. It was almost welcomed. Mostly frowned at. This should be hurting. He thought, stretching. Why am I not feeling any pain?

"You finally awake, Malfoy?" he jumped. That was Reyan's cold voice. He could recognize it anywhere. Especially when it came from right behind him, in his ear, in a taunting way.

"How long have I been asleep for?" And how long have you been watching me, you...

"Awhile. You missed Herbology."

"Why didn't you wake me up??" he cried, jumping from his bed, and grabbing his robes. If I plan on making it to potions... I can leave now... but that'll mean no taking a shower... Do I really want to risk that?... Do I smell?

"You look nice when you sleep." he admitted. "And, it's easier to take advantage." that was said shamelessly. Obviously, Reyan was not like most people. More like another Voldemort. A dumb one.

"Well, I'm going to go to Potions now-"

"No. Stay with me." it wasn't a suggestion, or a whine. He meant it.

"If I don't go I'll miss the exam."

"I wanna fuck and I want to NOW! So fail your fucking exam and get over here!"

Draco bit his lip, and pulled his robes on. "No. Fuck you, Reyan."

He was hit with a spell that paralyzed him, and fell to the floor, not even able to show any expression on his face. Damnit. I should have thought about that. He thought to himself, as his boyfriend did everything he'd wanted to do.

It was how it normally was.

Draco grimaced with pain (although he couldn't, this time) and Reyan stated the worst words possible. So, if I'm a slut, then what does that make him? He wondered, waiting for Reyan to finish. I wish I knew when Potions started...

I wish I had some pumpkin juice...

Potter looks nice in olive green.

He was thinking irrelevant thoughts, because it kept his mind off of everything else.

Well, sometimes it did.

Today all he could focus on were the cold eyes looking into his, and the curly brown hair that seemed to move. Hm... I wonder if anyone will walk in a save me... Was his last thought, as Reyan dug his nails into his skin and released, biting down into Draco's neck.

Reyan pulled away with a satisfying smile, and then reversed the charm, so Draco was now able to move. "Don't talk back to me, Malfoy." he warned.

Draco nodded, pulled his robes back on, and hurried to his potions class, which had already started.

He looked into the pairs of eyes that stared at him when he entered the room, but was disappointed to find that his favorite pair of brilliant green ones were gone. And Harry's usual seat was empty. That's odd... But, then again, he probably got attacked last night by one of Voldemort's followers... Will they ever get tired of attacking Harry? he mused, before taking a step back after finding Snape invading his personal space.

"You're late, Mr. Malfoy."

State the obvious.

"I was-"

"This makes the fifth time the past two weeks."

"I know, I've been-"

"So unless you have a good excuse for being late-"

Which I would tell you, if you'd listen to me.

"-then you might as well just go back to your dormitory."

Shit. Do I have an excuse? I can't fail this exam...

"I was sick." he lied.

Professor Snape looked skeptical, studied Draco's cold eyes. "You were sick five times these past weeks? And why is it that you never went to the Hospital Wing?"

"I didn't think it was that serious... I still don't."

What happened to me?... I used to be so good at this...

Snape studied him some more, and it took all of Draco's will power not to look away from the professors. Which would just prove him guilty.

He couldn't help it, however, and broke eye contact, heart thumping heavily in his chest.

"What happened to your neck, Mr. Malfoy?"

Instinctively, Draco's hand rose to cover it. "I... got bit by..."

"A human?"

Draco was flushed. "I was going to say Mandrake..."

Human's better, though. more truthful.

"Please remove yourself from my classroom."

"What?"

Please don't tell me that you're refusing to let me take this exam.

"You will not be taking this exam. If you don't care enough to have the curtsey to show up on time, then perhaps I don't have the curtsey to let you take the finals." Snape turned his back, and headed towards the front of the room, leaving a dumb-founded Draco behind.

I think he just refused... he thought bitterly, before sighing and leaving the room.

Well, I can't go back to my dormitory, unless I want another run-in with Reyan... so maybe I should head out to the lake, instead...

He walked slowly on his way there, holding his wand tightly against him, almost as if expecting Reyan to jump out in front of him at any second. I'll get that bastard. he dryly thought, coughing slightly. If he has some sort of disease, I had better not get it as well, or someone is getting their ass kicked... Or, I will be attempting to kick someone's (ten times bigger then me) ass.

"Draco... what're you doing?" laughed Harry, pulling the spoon from his boyfriends mouth.

"I'm attempting to eat this disgusting food you muggles call jello." Draco stated, cringing at the taste of it. How it had no structure, and got hot after being in your mouth, and how it melted.

"You don't have to do that." Harry said, still smiling. "I know you don't like muggle food."

"I never said I didn't like it... I just said I've never had it before. But, I don't like jello."

"Well, maybe you'll like French fries-"

"Maybe I'd like to French you." Draco stated, laughing, before pulling the smaller boy into his arms, and staring into those brilliant green eyes of his. "You know... just to get the nasty taste of jello out of my mouth."

Harry laughed, and kissed him, their lips meeting together with the same passion they'd always had, going over a year and counting....

So, Draco thought, after remembering that. I like Harry, still... Maybe I even lo...him... lo...

God DAMNIT, why can't I say it? Why can't I even THINK it?! Why am I so fucking stupid that I lost the one thing that ever meant anything to me all because he said "I lo...you" before I was ready?! God, I need to talk to Harry. I need to..

His wish came true, however, when he looked towards the lake, and saw Harry's familiar form laying down on the bench they had once claimed their own, and everyone else hadn't bothered with...

After they broke up, however, it went to whoever wanted it at the moment... Mostly Reyan.. . Just to piss Harry off...

"Harry..??" he jumped at the sight of Harry with a green face, red, puffy eyes, and tears flowing down his cheeks. "Are you okay??" I'm allowed to be concerned. he told himself, squatting down in front of his sick ex-boyfriend, patting his tousled black hair.

Harry seemed to look through him. "I think I took too many pills in the Hospital Wing." he said, coughing, in more of a gag. "I don't feel good."

"Why're you crying? Does it hurt-"

"Am I crying?" he touched his wet cheeks, and laughed bitterly. "Huh."

"... You look really sick... I'll help you get there-"

"NO! Don't fucking touch me!" Harry spat, as Draco's arms reached for him. "You were the one screaming about how much you hated me last night! So don't touch me!" he coughed/gagged some more.

"But I didn't... Harry..."

"It would be nice if you'd make up your mind." Harry spat, eyes locking with Draco's. This is what used to be there... when we weren't friends...

He hated to see Harry hating him.

Somehow, that didn't seem so fair.

Nothing should have been how it was and yet...

He wasn't so sure about anything anymore. Reyan was warping him into something he used to think was unbelievably stupid. People who get abused in relationships.... He used to be known for imitating them in classes, and making fun of the kids in Hogwart's who had ever been in one... And what was he?

Being raped by his "boyfriend" numerous times a day.

"I-"

"Forget it." Harry sat up, but then fell forward.

Draco, caught by surprise, fell backwards with the tiny boys weight on him, but held Harry protectively against his chest, wishing they were how they used to be... hoping and wanting and needed and... And everything else I can think of... Just please let me get him back...

Harry fell limp in his arms, resting his head on Draco's chest. "How is your hand?"

"It's okay."

He shivered when he felt Harry's fingers run around the deep gash in it, and made a weird noise in his throat when Harry healed it, with a flick of his wand. "You need to stop." he said, quietly.

"I'm aware of this."

"I missed you. I don't have Ron anymore... Hermione's withering away and you... You're with Reyan..."
"I'm going to end it with him. Tonight..."

'For me?" he sounded hopeful.

"For you."

Harry nuzzled his face against Draco, and sighed happily.

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The moment Draco had walked back into his dormitory, he was attacked.

Something hard and cold hit the back of his head, and he fell to the ground, in pain. "YOU'RE NOT GOING TO BREAK UP WITH ME!" Reyan cried, banging the object against the opposite side of Draco. "NOBODY BREAKS UP WITH ME!"

And then Draco's vision faded.

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-Authors Note-

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