WARNINGS: This story will have some serious angst. I'm warning you right now. This is also another Harry/Draco slash story, so beware! If you have a problem with gays I suggest you hit that little arrow going BACK right now. There will also probably be abuse, self-harm, and drug use.

DISCLAIMER: Harry and Co. belongs to J.K Rowling. I will probably have songs littered throughout here every now and then that belong to various people, I'll tell you when we get there. I got this idea from a few fics I read, and I am NOT stealing anything. The plot is loosely based on them but things are oh so different. If you accuse me of plagiarism, go ahead, but keep reading and you will know you are wrong.

A/N: I've decided not to bother my beta for this story's first chapter because I want to know what you guys think first. If you like it and I continue, I'll ask her to do this story as well. This is my second fic and I hope you like it, though I am NOT stopping Wrong Turn...it's my baby and I love that story. You don't have to worry. This may be a little confusing at first because of the different dimensions, but I will have the one we all know and love in normal print, and the one I am making up in italics. Also, this is the first time I am trying to do anything more sexual than kissing, so don't get mad. I've read a lot so hopefully it won't turn out bad. This will go pretty fast at the beginning, but that's just because I want to get it to the point where the two dimensions collide, then it will slow down.

Chapter 1: who the hell are you?

Harry woke up with a nice warmth curled up next to him, and he possessively wrapped an arm around the waist of the figure sleeping next to him. Taking a deep breath Harry stretched and kept his eyes closed, waiting for his lover, his boyfriend, to wake up.

"MM," came from the person sleeping next to him, "Harry, you awake, baby?" Harry didn't move, keeping his eyes closed, and trying not to laugh. A chuckle came from the young man next to him and soon a smooth, long fingered hand came up to his bare chest, caressing his skin. "I know you are," was heard before Harry gasp with pleasure.

"Damn you, you vixen," Harry laughed as he opened his eyes to look at the blonde-haired beauty next to him. "Morning, gorgeous," He smiled, kissing the blonde's nose.

"Morning. So, Harry, what are we going to do today? See Ron and Hermione?"

"Yeah, Drake, why don't we?" Harry smiled happily, glad Draco was finally calling them by the first name instead of Weasley and Granger, or worse, mudblood and Weasel.

"When did you stop calling me 'Draco'?" Draco asked suddenly.

"Hm? Oh, I don't know. Don't you like Drake?"

"Oh, I like it alright," Draco snuggled closer to Harry, pulling the raven-haired teen more onto his chest.

"I love you, Drake," whispered Harry as he laid his head on Draco's muscular bare chest.

"I love you, too." And with that they both fell asleep again, even though it was around lunchtime on a Saturday.

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"Fuck off, Malfoy!" Harry yelled, pointing his wand at Draco, who was doing to same thing.

"Go to hell, Potter!" Draco yelled back in equal malice. But before either of them could cast any spells Professor Dumbledore strolled over to them.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, your childish antics have earned you a new punishment." He slipped his half-moon spectacles off his wrinkled face and pinched the bridge of his nose before slipping them back on his face. "You give me no choice, things are beginning to get out of hand. For the next month you two will be confined to an area of the castle, and you will not be aloud out of there except for quidditch." He put up a hand to silence the boys before they began complaining. "You will have lessons in your rooms by yourself. Meals will also be brought there by house elves."

"WHAT?" Harry yelled. "We hate each other, we'll slaughter each other in our sleep!"

"This will be taken care of. If you try to harm each other, you will be put in immense pain. Very handy spell, I might say."

"Professor!" Draco yelled, "If you do this my father will hear about it!"

"And what, Mr. Malfoy, will he do, may I ask? We both know he is no longer a follower of Voldemort, all threat to me is gone. He can't tell me how to teach my students." He looked to Harry and then once again to Draco, "Be at my office after dinner tonight. Have your things packed and read. Say good-bye to your friends and such. Just remember that this will last only a moth, and hopefully by the end of it a friendship will be formed." And with that he walked away.

"Look what you did!" Ron yelled from the side where he and Hermione were watching everything silently.

"What I did, Weasley?" Draco rolled his eyes. This was not his fault.

"Yes, what you did!"

"STOP!" Everyone turned to look at Harry, who was staring at them disbelievingly. "Stop acting like children. It was both of our faults. Get over yourself, god." And with that Harry walked away. Deciding he didn't feel very up to going to the rest of the classes he went to Gryffindor Tower to lie down. Last night's bout of nightmares left Harry with only two hours of sleep, and he was quite tired. Though, as Harry lay down, he didn't know he was this tired, for as soon as he had his shoes off he was asleep.

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"Harry?" Draco asked as he lay down of the bed.

"Yeah?" Harry didn't look up from his homework, but continued to concentrate, not paying very much attention. Draco knew this so he stood and walked over to Harry, sitting on his lap facing his, straddling his legs. Harry sighed and set down his quill, then turned to look at his love.

"Yes?"

"Do you..." Draco bit his lip. He had no idea how he was going to say this without sounding like a complete idiot. "Do you feel like something is going to happen? Not necessarily bad, but something?" Harry looked deep into the silver eyes of his lover, thinking hard about his question, searching deep in his heart for the answer. He was answered by the pang of worry he felt.

"Yeah, Dray, I do feel like something if going to happen," Harry furrowed his brows in thought, "Maybe I should write my dad, or maybe Mum. I could even write Siri or Remmy?"

"No, I don't think we should bring them into this," Draco sighed and brushed some of the dark locks out of Harry's face, revealing the lightning bolt scar. "God, do you know how much I love you?" Draco whispered, leaning his head down so he could rest his forehead on Harry's.

"Mm," was all Harry could say. Draco smiled and began to rock his hips, eliciting a moan from the smaller teen below him.

"Oh, god!' Harry gasped as Draco ground into him.

"Come on, baby, let's go to bed," Draco smirked and led Harry to the bed.

(A/N: If that sucked, I am SOOO sorry! Please tell me if it did!)

(Raven: It Didn't!)

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"HARRY!" Harry shot bolt upright at the yelling voice of Ron.

"Wah...?" Harry rubbed his sleep-filled eyes and looked at the red head.

"You missed dinner, you have to go to Dumbledore's...don't worry, Herm and I packed your stuff." He smiled at Harry as he rose out of bed, stretching his arms over his head.

"Thanks, mate." Yawn. "God, I'm going to miss you guys." Harry smiled sadly and looked to Hermione who was sitting on Ron's bed, tears in her eyes. Harry, alarmed by this, rushed to her side.

"Herm," Ron said, sighing, "Give it a rest."

"Don't worry, Hermione, I'll only be gone for a month, and you'll be able to see me if you come to the quidditch practices." Harry smiled reassuringly, pulling the still crying Hermione into a tight embrace.

"Oh, I know Harry, but what will you do if you get a nightmare. Malfoy wont help you at all. He'll just want to smother you in your sleep so he can sleep. I'm worried...and I'm going to miss you."

"Don't worry, Herm, Dumbledore is going to cast a spell on us so we can't hurt each other. There is nothing to worry about." Harry smiled once more and rose, walking to his trunk, which he cast a spell upon so it was feather light.

"Well, see you, mate."

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"He's late," Draco stated the obvious.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, it would seem so. Lemon drop?" Draco was about to say a snide remark back when Harry walked into the office.

"Sorry, Professor, I fell asleep." Draco scoffed and Harry glared at him.

"Very well, lemon drop?"

CRASH!

Two bodies landed in a heap by the door of the office, one with blonde hair, the other with dark. When they stood everyone's jaw dropped. Standing there was another Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. Though they looked slightly different. The Harry that fell from nowhere didn't wear glasses, and his hair was shorter than the other Harry's. The normal Harry's hair was down to his shoulders, where this ones only came to his chin They appeared to be the same height and build, both standing at 5' 11", skinny and well toned bodies, each with the perfect seeker's build.

The Draco that fell from nowhere had longer hair, coming to his shoulders and it wasn't slicked back at all. Their builds were the same as were their heights, standing at 6' 3" and a perfect seeker's build. The Draco that did not fall had hair to around his chin that he kept slicked back, though now (unlike in earlier ages) had strings of hair falling out in the front, shading his eyes. The Draco that fell had no shirt on and the Harry that fell had his pants unbuttoned, and they both looked rather disheveled.

Then something that shocked everything happened: the Draco and Harry that fell linked hands, their fingers entwining.

All at once the four boys said, "Who the hell are you?"

A/N: The writing absolutely sucked, I know. I wrote this first chapter in haste, just wanting to get the thing out. I HATE first chapters. And at the end it got confusing, I'm sorry. There will be an easier way to tell the Harry's and Draco's apart in the next chapter, don't worry. What did you think of the plot, not the actual writing style? Wish me to continue? Reviews would be nice, as well as suggestions. Thank you!

-Cherry

(Raven: Don't mind Cherry, she's just a little insecure (Don't hit me! I won't be able to beta!) I think it's a wonderful story, don't all of you readers like it? Review please!)