WARNINGS: There will be more drug use, more slash, maybe some alcohol drinking, and language. DON'T DO DRUGS! THEY ARE BAD! Self harm. If you don't like slash or anything do go away, no flames or anything. I warned you so it's your fault. There might be more on the abuse, but I'll warn you with this: .

DISCLAIMERS: I've said this over and over for god knows how many times, well, it's only been, like, six, but still. I do NOT own Harry Potter and Co. That belongs to J.K. Rowling. There are some characters that DO belong to me, if you know Harry Potter like I do you'll know. The plot also belongs to me. Old Spice soap belongs to Old Spice, duh.

A/N: Many of you are asking me why I said that Harry was a virgin but was raped. That was NOT a mistake. He may not be technically a virgin, but in his mind he is because he has never actually made love to anyone. He has never done it willingly to someone he loves and who loves him back. Sorry for the confusion. I have a Beta now! Yay! Thanks Blackraven13! Also, thank you BR13 for the title of this chapter. The rest of the story is going to stick to normal author's POV.

In light of some things that have happened to people that are close to me lately I will dedicate this chapter to Mike, Scott, and EVERY friend I have who does drugs and cuts themselves. I'll always be here for you, don't forget that.

Chapter seven: End of Animosity

When Harry awoke he was in a very uncomfortable position propped up against his headboard. With a groan he remembered why he was there. Snape and Draco coming to the club, Harry going to Snape Manor, dinner, Draco and him talking, shooting up, going to sleep, dreaming...waking up...the song. Harry

looked down at open notebook in his lap and read the song over.

'Where did that come from?' he thought to himself 'That's so...I don't know...deep? I didn't think I could write something like that...' Harry was broken out of his thoughts by a knock on his door.

As quickly as he could Harry closed his notebook, stood, slipped on a pair of sweatpants and a shirt and said, "Come in." The door opened and a fully clothed wet-haired Draco walked in.

"Hey," Came softly from Draco.

"Hi." Harry sat back down and looked anywhere but Draco. He was feeling things he had never felt before and they were confusing. His heart speed up and his breathing quickened and he felt as if he would pass out any moment. Why was he feeling things like this while around the blonde-haired

Slytherin Prince?

Draco walked into the room and his breath hitched. It wasn't the first time he had seen the green eyed boy but for some reason it felt different. Maybe it was because they were alone and weren't threatening to hex each other. Taking a deep breath Draco walked over to Harry's bed and Harry nodded, giving silent permission for Draco to sit. Draco complied.

"So," Harry began, cracking his back, "Are you here for any particular reason?"

"I wanted to see if you were alright." Harry froze mid crack and looked at him.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked

"I, uh...heard you screaming in your sleep. I didn't come to your room," He lied quickly seeing the look on Harry's face. He looked scared, but it soon turned to shame and he looked away.

"Sorry," He said in a barley audible whisper.

"Why are you sorry?" Draco asked in a whisper as well. Draco could sense Harry stiffen and he wanted to comfort him, wanted to hold him and tell him things were going to be all right. But he restrained himself and listened carefully.

"For waking you. I didn't mean to." Harry said. That struck odd for Draco...it didn't make sense. Harry seemed afraid that Draco would hurt him, he was showing signs of abuse. Draco had seen it before in some of his friends, the Slytherins who would stay loyal to him: Pansy and his best guy friend, Blaise.

Shifting slightly closer to Harry and said, "Don't worry about it, I was awake." It was a flat out lie but he didn't want Harry to freak out or anything.

"Oh, ok. And the answer to your question is yes I'm fine. Just a nightmare, I have them a lot." With a sigh Harry relaxed but stiffened immediately when out of the corner of his eye he saw the bag of white powder – his drugs. Oh shit! Draco saw the panicked look in his eyes and wondered what was wrong.

"Um, Draco, do you think you could leave...I have to, uh..." Harry struggled for a moment, "Take a shower. I'll be downstairs for breakfast when I'm done."

Draco nodded and left and as soon as he was gone Harry went to the shower. To his surprised everything was high-tech muggle style. There was bath that was the size of a small swimming pool and a shower on the opposite side. Everything was a dazzling high polished marble that you could see your reflection in and was very cold on Harry's bare feet. The showerhead had many different buttons for many different settings, but Harry settled with 'massage' and turned it on very hot.

Lathering his hands with the Old Spice soap he quickly washed his body and his hair. Once he was clean he slowed his movements and began tracing the scars that littered his body. He was glad that last night, when he too off his shirt, the light was so dim that you couldn't see the scars. There was one that bothered Harry more than the others, the one in the crook of his elbow...one that wasn't caused by Vernon. No, Wormtail had caused this one when Harry was 14 years old.

'It's my fault,' he thought as he traced the scar with his forefinger, 'That Voldemort is alive right

now, that he is back once again. And it's up to me to bring him down once and for all.'

Slowly Harry ran his hand up his neck, down his chest, over his nipple ring, until he found a very long scar going from his armpit to his navel. He shuddered at the memory of how he had gotten it. But he cast that memory aside and his hands wandered to the inside of his right thigh where another long scar lay. That story was another that no one but he, Vernon, and Dudley knew. With a growl Harry punched the title (which wasn't marble) and it shattered, pieces falling to the ground.

Quickly he got out of the shower and got dressed. Today he wore a pair of very ripped boot cut jeans, his converse (the same as before) and a tight 'The Ramones' shirt that clung to his every curve. The belt he put on had metal hoops hanging from it, and hanging from the hoops were various chains and straps.

He also decided to change his eyebrow ring to a loop with a clear blue cap. (A/n: I have no idea what those things are called. The things that cover the part that's pokey.) His tongue stud he changed to the blue one that matched his eyebrow ring.

Moving to the mirror he found all of his hair care supplies and reached for the spiking gel. Putting a large amount into his palm he ran it through his still wet hair, slicking back the sides the best he could and raising the middle to his usual faux hawk, the highlights in his hair standing out well. Today he decided to wear glasses instead of contacts. (A/N: I'm not sure if I said this before but he wears the black dorky plastic square ones like Wheezer does.)

Some of the gel he had on his hands got into the deep gash on his knuckles of his right hand that was caused by punching the tiles, and he winced in pain, quickly rinsing it off and wrapping gauze (which he found in the medicine cabinet) lazily around the wound.

Before he left he looked in the full sized mirror and took a good look at himself, something he hadn't done in a long time. He was no longer the scrawny 11-year-old kid with skin too pale and a body too small for his head. Now he was an almost 6' tall tan and muscular 17 year old. Now, he wasn't bulky, but

skinny and very well defined, a six-pack standing out on his thin stomach. His biceps were small as well, but the muscles could be seen without a problem. All of those years of hard labor at the Dursley's weren't wasted. All in all, he concluded, he had the perfect seeker's build. (A/N: Ok, if this will help think of Spike from Buffy: The Vampire Slayer. He's tall, skinny, but very well defined. That's Harry, but Harry is shorter than him, Draco is taller than Harry.)

Harry hoped, as he walked down to the Dining Hall, that no one would fuss over his bandaged and still slightly bleeding hand. He hoped more than no one would want to look at it because they were bound to freak out; the gash was pretty deep and if the pressure was taken off it would surely begin to bleed profusely again. Even through the gauze you could see the blood seeping through, so Harry hid his hand behind his back slightly as he walked through the oak doors.

Sev and Draco were already sitting at the table, waiting patiently for Harry to arrive. Harry smiled and said,

"Good morning, nice to see you guys like me enough to wait," And sat down. Draco and Sev shared a look that clearly said 'He's hiding something'. On the table, since it was now lunchtime, sat fruits, bread, macaroni, and other various things. (A/N: I am American and do not know some of the English foods. Like, I have no clue what steak and kidney pie is, so bare with me.) Sev and Draco dished themselves a full plate of food while Harry took a strawberry, a small piece of bread, and a very small spoonful of macaroni, and began eating (with difficulty) with his left hand.

"So, Snape," Harry said with no worry about being rude, "How was your night?"

"Fine, Mr. Potter, yours?" Harry looked at Draco but his face said he had not told.

"Fine, no problems. Thank you for asking."

"Glad to see you still have some manners." Sev remarked. Harry rolled his eyes, sighed, and set down his silverware.

"Look, Snape, I truly would rather be at Bob's house than here. We both had no choice, but how about we at least be civil to one another? You can call me Harry, if you want. I am not my father, no matter how much I look like him."

There was quiet for a long moment where Harry pushed his half-eaten food away from him.

"I accept this...truce of yours, Mr. Potter." Sev paused for a moment, "Is that all your going to eat?"

"Um...yeah. I'm not that hungry." Draco looked at Harry and was disturbed by what he saw. The once dazzling green eyes were void of emotion save for insecurity. He was fidgeting in his chair, keeping his right hand under the table at all times.

"Very well," Sev brought Draco out of his ponderings, "If you get hungry just call a house elf. You may do as you wish. Dinner will be promptly at 6:00 tonight. We won't be waiting for you this time." Harry nodded and Sev left.

"Harry, what do you want to do today?" Draco asked.

"Hm," Harry thought for a moment, "I think I'll find a room where I can set up my things. Do you think Snape has recording equipment?"

"There's a room here that will give you what you want. You can go there. Would you like me to show you?" Draco stood.

"Yes, thanks." Harry stood as well, but Draco noticed how he shifted his right hand to a spot where Draco couldn't see. Together they walked side by side along the long hallways that had various paintings and statues. Their footsteps echoed off the walls and they both stayed silent. At long last, breaking the very awkward silence, Draco stopped in front of a room.

"This is it. When your inside just think about what you need and the room will provide it."

"Thank you, Draco. You have no idea what it means to be that you're not being an ass."

"I don't have to pretend anymore, now that I no longer have to uphold the Malfoy name."

"I'm sorry about that. I know I've said that before, but I am. I won't lie, I hated your father, and I still do. Hell, he's tried to kill me on more than one occasion, but he was still you father." After a long pause Harry gathered his nerves, took a deep breath, and stammered, "Um, Draco, I, uh, well, that is to say, I wanted to,"

His rambling was cut off by Draco's soft lips on his. At first he just stood there, shocked, but soon he began to respond, putting his arms around Draco's neck while Draco snaked his around Harry's waist. Harry buried his good hand in Draco's silky hair and Draco pulled Harry closer to his body. Draco's tongue darted out and licked Harry's bottom lip, silently begging for entrance. When Harry granted it Draco was ecstatic, and slipped his tongue into Harry's warm mouth happily.

Draco explored Harry's mouth slowly, sliding his tongue over the roof of Harry's mouth and pulling a moan out of the raven haired beauty. When oxygen became an issue they broke apart, both breathing heavily, while Draco rested his forehead on Harry's. He smirked and said, "I've been wanting to do that for a long time." Harry chuckled softly and said, "I'm glad you did." But, of course, with Harry's horrible luck, Sev interrupted them.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I thought Mr. Potter might like to look at this," He handed Harry The Daily Prophet and walked away. Harry read it:

He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back! What do we do now? He was said to be back by Mr. Harry Potter back in his 4th, year but people cast it aside as a plea for attention. After Potter's Godfather, convicted criminal Sirius Black, died at the end of Potter's 5th year, sources said that there was some proof of You-Know-Who's return, but yet again it was cast aside. Now, with the capture of Peter Pettigrew, there is solid proof of his return. Sirius black has also been cleared of all charges and a proper grave set up for him (since his body could not be recovered). What will we do now? All hope turns to Harry Potter, Boy Who Lived, will he save us?

Harry stopped there, heart swollen with emotions he hasn't had in a very long time. He was in a daze and turned away, willing himself not to cry. Instantly he shoved the paper into Draco's hands and ran to his room. Draco read the paper and dropped it to the ground when he was finished, running as fast as he

could to Severus's room.

Harry ran inside his room and slammed the door shut, sliding down it in the process, breathing heavily. Everything was getting shitty again. People would believe him, but now they looked to him as their hero. And Sirius...if Harry hadn't been stupid he wouldn't be dead and he would be free right now.

Soon Harry's body wracked with sobs and when he couldn't stand the pain any longer he dug through his things looking for the blade he bought last summer. Without a second thought he brought it to the skin on his underarm near his elbow and dragged it across his skin. Blood began to drip down his arm and he felt strange. Why was he taking pleasure in this? He had done it before, and he wanted to stop, but when things got bad he 't. And he had no one to talk to.

When this didn't help the pain he rummaged through his things until he found a bag of white powder (his drugs) and with shaking hands he poured some onto the skin between his forefinger and thumb. Bringing his hand up to his nose he snorted it, just as his door swung open.

"Mr. Potter!" He heard Snape yell, but he was in a slight daze. After what seemed forever he realized the wound on his arm was healed, leaving nothing but a scar, and someone was holding him. Thinking, in his daze, it was Vernon he scrambled free and curled himself into ball. The world was spinning and he saw various colors, but when his vision came into focus he saw Snape and Draco

looking at him. Draco crawled over and whispered comforting words to him.

"Shh, Harry, it's Draco, your Draco, I'm not going to hurt you." His voice relaxed Harry and he uncurled himself and looked at the two people in the room.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Mr. Potter, I think we should talk." Sev said gravely.

Harry shook his head and said, "No, I don't want to talk."

"Mr. Potter!" Harry began to tremble when Sev raised his voice. "You will talk if you wish me not to tell Albus." Harry looked at him with wide eyes.

"What do you want to know?" he asked after a moment.

"What is this?" Harry stood and said,

"What does it look like?"

"Don't get smart with me, Mr. Potter, I am in no mood."

"Its drugs! You know, you snort it, it gets you high!" Harry said.

"Why do you have this?"

"What's with the 20 questions?" Harry yelled as he shook with rage.

"They will not help." Sev said.

"They seem to be doing a fine job." Harry looked close to tears and he was shaking even more violently that before.

"Why?" Sev asked plainly. Harry lost it then, his walls broken, as he yelled in distress,

"BECAUSE I'M SCARED!"

A/N: Well, another chapter. I think I made some progress. What did you think? Poor Harry. Suggestions? You read it so tell me what you want to read, if you want. Thanks again and please review! I'll be your best friend! And if you have any good fics please share, I'm dying for a good one.

-Cherry.