WARNINGS: Slash, as always, great H/D slash. I'm so predictable. Swearing, "adult themes" and drugs, alcohol, abuse. If any of these things bother you, well…buggar off and leave me the hell alone. You flame me, I will hunt you down and kill you with a spoon. Homophobes especially.

DISCLAIMER: Harry and Draco are my property and I can force them to do whatever I (or Mike and Scott) want to do in order to make me/us happy. grins slyly at the thought Yeah right snorts if only! That, sadly, is only in mine and my gay and in love friend's dreams. J.K Rowling, on the other hand…damn I am jealous of that girl. But, I do own this plot and since this is fan fiction I can make them do as I please!

A/N: Wow, I got some pretty good feedback for this story! I'm on a writing role. I've updated all but one of my stories! Go me!

Lampshadesrgreat: Yeah, AU is the best. Sigh People should really write more of it. (Wink, wink, hint, hint. Psst, that's so all of you!)

Lenjade: Thank you so much for your suggestions! I love getting them, and hardly anyone does give them! I like your idea, but I don't think I'm going to go with the whole Draco being a slut thing. The rest of the stuff about Harry chilling out and everything, yeah, I'm going to use that. Thank you so much!

Chrystal: I'm not quite sure where they live…lol. But it's a place like where I live because there are hardly anyone that dress like me (Harry and Draco, even though Draco is more of a dressy punk than an all out heavy metal punk. I'm kind of both) and I get discriminated against all the time. I mean, I've had a chair thrown at me before.

IceNecromancer: Thanks for the advice. Yeah, I'm usually a lot more descriptive in my writing, but I just wanted to get that chapter out and see how you people like it, so then I can take more care in my later writing. Thank you for the review.

Master-of-Wind: Thank you for your review! I love AU non-magic, especially when its Harry/Draco slash AND Harry's a punk-ish kind of guy. That's just me, but I say there should be more stories like that. Yes, dark, but not evil, Harry is my favorite.

Iced –forest: Yeah, being pulled by your hair in front of people is embarrassing. It's happened to me before. Just, you know, not by my uncle because I don't…live…with my uncle…yeah…ok…that was odd, now I'm rambling. Thank you a lot for reviewing, hope to see your review for the next chapter…and hopefully all of them.

Doughgurl2008: Thank you for saying you love it! I love hearing that people love my stories! And yes, everyone but Harry and the Dursleys are American. Harry and the family (if you can call it that) moved from Surrey for various reasons that will be explained later.

Chapter two: ?

When Vernon pulled into the driveway and turned the car off Harry knew he was in for it. They had only been in town for less than 24 hours and he had already gotten in a fight. Vernon was not pleased, not pleased at all.

"Alright boy, what was it this time?" Vernon asked, dragging Harry inside by his arm, leaving a mark that would bruise.

"They instigated me. They were making fun of…something about me," Harry said, almost letting slip that he was gay.

"And what would that be, you bloody brat?" Vernon spat, slapping Harry.

"Just…being me, being a freak." For some reason Harry was beginning to believe these words, and that frightened him.

"I brought you into my home when you were a child when your parents died and you have been nothing but ungrateful-"

"Ungrateful?" Harry yelled, interrupting Vernon, knowing it was going to piss him off but not caring at this moment, "I'm ungrateful? That's pretty funny when basically all my life I have been doing all of your housework! I've done everything you have told me to all my life!"

"Why you-" Vernon didn't even finish his sentence before he slammed his fist into Harry's face, causing him to fall backwards into the wall.

Harry was no new comer to pain, but being hit by someone that is supposed to love and care for you hurts way more than a normal gang fight or something like that. Before Harry had time to move Vernon's fist slammed into his stomach and he doubled over.

"Let that be a lesson boy," Vernon said coldly, "You know I can do worse. We're leaving tonight in a few hours," He continued, "And we will not be back until tomorrow night. We are leaving you here, and if we come back and there is anything wrong, I'm warning you right now you will be sorry."

"So, what do you think of new kid?" Ron asked the group as they walked back to Draco's manor. The Malfoy's were quite rich.

"He's cool," Dean said, throwing a rock at a mailbox as they walked, missing it by a great feat.

"I liked him," Draco smiled as he said this. Oh yes, he liked him a lot.

"Oh, our little Draco has the love bug," Hermione smiled, slapping Draco playfully on the arm.

"What was with that fat guy coming and getting him? He looked like he was getting a little…rough with him," Ron asked, looking around at the houses like he was magically going to see Harry's. And…would you look at that, he did.

"Hey…" Draco started,

"Yeah, that's where Harry moved in. Who are the fat people and the one skinny woman? And…where is Harry?" Ron stated.

"I think I should bring his skateboard back," Draco said, walking a little faster.

"Wait," Hermione said, grabbing his arm and holding him back, "Wait for them to leave." She said, pointing at the car. When it pulled out of the driveway and was gone out of sight, the group walked up the door.

When they got to the door they heard a piano playing, and a soft voice singing. It was a very calming music that no one expected from hard ass Harry, but here was the music, in Harry's house when Harry was alone.

Everyone's looking, everyone hides

Everyone's telling, but everyone lies

We're changing the subject, we're turning away

Away from the heart of it all

You say this is happy

Do you think this is fun?

Well it's only a firefly to the light of the sun
You say this is living, you feel so alive
Well you know everything dies

Ron rang the doorbell and the music stopped abruptly. There was a moment when there was no noise and then there was the sound of feet coming down the steps, a soft clanging, and the sound of shoes on wood.

The door opened and Harry stood in the doorway with the same pair of pants he had on earlier but he had no shirt on, his hair very messed up, and a large bruise on his face and stomach.

"Oh, my God, what happened?" Asked Draco.

"Nothing. What are you doing here?" Asked Harry coldly. His mask was up again.

"You dropped your skateboard," Draco said softly, holding up his hand which held the skateboard. Harry took it and said,

"Thanks. Anything else?"

"We wanted to know if you wanted to hang out," Ron stepped up now. Harry stepped aside,

"Come in. They wont be back until tomorrow night, but I know they'll be calling about every hour to make sure I'm not messing up their house or something. Follow me," Harry began walking up the stairs and everyone followed to a room that had numerous dead bolts on it.

They walked in and saw that it was basically empty. On the floor sat a guitar, practice amp, music sheets, paper, notebooks, pencils, boom box, and a keyboard. (A/N: Last chapter I forgot to mention the keyboard…oops…lets just pretend I did.)

"Were you singing that?" Shamus asked. Harry nodded and sat down in front of the keyboard again, closing the notebooks and putting the spare sheets of notebook paper in them, pushing them under his bed.

"It's a song by Duncan Skeik. People don't usually see me as a person to like his music, but I do. He's not very known and kind of strange, but his music is very calming. He's very intelligent, and knowing about how the real world works. I like him."

"Who's this again?" Shamus asked. Harry laughed and began playing the piano again, but stopped, not wanting to sing in front of them. This was the first time that people accepted him so easily. He didn't want them to think he was strange.

Draco looked at Harry and his breath hitched. This teen was the most beautiful thing the blonde boy had ever seen, even with the bruises. But how had to gotten them? He was very curious and had his suspicions, but didn't want to say anything in fear of upsetting him.
"Sing something," Hermione said, sitting down. Harry nodded and began playing again, picking up where he left off with the song, his hands flowing across the keys.

Even my wonder,

Harry paused and pushed a button on the keyboard. Here a bass picked up, alone with another keyboard sound.

Even my fear
Only amount to a couple of tears
There is a rhythm, it's near and it's far
It flows through the heart of us

Welcome to another day
It doesn't seem that different 'cause nothing has changed
I try to remember, try to remember
When we were just running in place
Reasons for living, never come cheap
But even your best ones can put me to sleep
What I am saying or trying to say
Is that there must be a better way

Even my wonder, even my fear
Only amount to a couple of tears
There is a rhythm, it's near and it's far
It flows through the heart of us

It's already in you, it's already there
You may disagree, but I don't really care
Did you ever find out, did you ever find out
What's at the heart of us?
Did you ever find out?
Did you ever find out what's at the heart?

Did you ever find out?

Did you ever find out what's at the heart?

Tell me all your wildest dreams

I don't really care

You don't know what they mean

Raiding the closets

With skeleton keys

You know it's easier than you think

Even my wonder, even my fear
Only amount to a couple of tears
There is a rhythm, it's near and it's far
It flows through the heart of us

Your reasons for living

Are all very fine

Did you ever find out?

Did you ever find out?

What's at the heart of us?

I don't know

I don't know

"Wow," Draco said, not able to take his eyes off of Harry. The phone range and Harry stood to answer it. Harry grabbed the cordless out of his Aunt and Uncle's room and walked back into his.

"Hello?"

"Boy, we forgot something. We'll be back in a minute." And Vernon hung up.

"SHIT!" Harry yelled.

"What?"

"Ok, all of you, stay here and do not come out of your room no matter what you do."

"BOY! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!"

"Coming Uncle Vernon!" Harry put a shirt on and went down the stairs.

"What is this?" He asked, pointing to his skateboard, abandoned on the floor.

"What does it look like?" Harry regretted saying that as soon as they came out of his mouth but…too late.

Vernon grabbed his hair and pulled him to his face.

"Don't get smart with me, boy. I forgot my wallet, go and get it."

"Yes sir!" Harry said mockingly but Vernon didn't catch it. Harry marched up the stairs in an army type fashion and grabbed Vernon's wallet. He walked back down the stairs, saluted Vernon, handed the wallet back, and once Vernon was gone, cracked up.

Walking back up the stairs he was in a better mood than he had been in a while. And plus: he got to see a very good looking blonde any second.

TBC…

A/N: What did you think? I had fun writing this LONG (long! It was long! Yay!) chapter, and I hoped you enjoyed it. Please review and give suggestions! I love getting both!!!

-Cherry