This story contains hard drug use, graphic sex scenes and explicit language. It's rated R for a reason. I will not compromise this story for anyone and those who are against anything mentioned above may not want to read this.
Q AND A'S: (Questions that people have asked that aren't featured here will be resolved somewhere in the story. The questions below are what some people have asked which wont be explained in the story, or are questions that are off-topic from the story. You may or may not want to read them as I suppose in some ways they could be a spoiler, but I'm pretty sure that if you did, it wouldn't ruin the story as you wouldn't have found out anyway!):
The explanation of why the wizarding world died: Because the flashbacks are told from Draco's point of view who clearly has no idea what happened, the mystery of why the wizarding world vanished isn't going to be resolved in the story. However, for those who want to know, Draco pretty much had it right. Voldemort's spell allowed him and his death eaters to live while the rest of the wizards died. However, because the feather from the phoenix (which some believe - myself included - represents eternal life and rebirth) was never used in the spell, it went wrong and killed not only the wizards, but the wizarding world, Voldemort, and the death eaters too. It didn't kill Draco because he was covered by Voldemort's spell being a death eater, and wasn't in the same room as Harry when midnight struck and the spell was cast. Harry's reason for being alive isn't explained at all, other than the fact that he is simply Harry Potter!
My own personal experiences: Later in the story, (as you learn from the first chapter), Draco gets addicted to heroin. That's the only part of the story that I will have to write with no personal knowledge. I regularly take cocaine and ecstasy and drink alcohol excessively (it's slowly leaving me broke which I'm not too happy about, and leaving my body in a fucked up intoxicated state quite frankly.) But Draco's main experience in the story no way reflects my own though in this chapter I noticed that I drew a lot of little experiences I've been through and weaved them into the story.
Why Draco has adopted a different name: You know sometimes when you're writing, and you have a really good idea? So you insert it into your story and think nothing of it until you post your story and then get questions about why you did it? So you start to think of an explanation and then become stumped because, in all honesty, you have no idea what possessed you to come up with it in the first place? This is one of those times! I have no idea why I thought Draco should be known throughout muggle London as Tyler, but he's stuck with it now! For the sake of the story, pretend I've given you a really elaborate explanation!
Continuing Harry Potter and the horrors of homophobia: Sorry, but that's a definite no! I know I originally said it was just on a hiatus until a later date, but I've decided that its completed and finished for good now. I'm sorry for its discontinue!
Thank you to: ura-hd, Aki-Hoshi, Perfect by Nature, Princesspepper, MelaminEstel and Lucine for your great reviews and comments! Thank you so, so much guys, I really appreciate them all! Now, on with the story!
The last chapter expanded over: June 6th and June 7thand ended with Draco proposing to meet Roger to buy more cocaine.
This chapter expands over:
June 18th
He could only hear one side of the whispered conversation from the bathroom but the hushed tones and urgency in the voice was enough to arouse suspicion. Speculation bubbled up inside of him with every snooped word he heard and he needed to find out more. He felt a slight twinge of guilt for prying on his boyfriend like this, but his behaviour had grew so erratic over the last week that he felt it justified his actions.
"Why won't you be there tonight?"
He crept silently out of the bathroom. He stiffened at the sound of an angry huff.
"Well, can't you meet me before you leave?"
He waited until he could hear his boyfriends voice again before tiptoeing further down the hall until he was positioned outside where the conversation was taking place. Looking through the crack in the slightly ajar door that led to the bedroom, he could see him pacing the room anxiously, a pained look upon his face. One hand was held to his forehead in stress and every so often, normally when he gave a small cry of protest to whoever he was speaking to on the phone, he would run his hand through his hair, down to the nape of his neck and give it a quick, comforting massage.
"Tell them you'll come later. Come on, I really need this."
He watched him chew on his lip anxiously, his eyes slowly beginning to brim up with tears. Something major must be wrong to unsettle the cool Draco Malfoy and Harry was itching to find out.
"Well do you know anyone else that can get some?"
His voice hadn't sounded that shrill since second year at Hogwarts, Harry mused. He felt a punch to the stomach with a steel fist when he realised what thought just entered his mind. He had long learnt that the best way to recover from any tragedy was numbness and doused out any former memories he remembered as quickly as he could. But sometimes his mind was too quick to be fooled by this smokescreen technique and memories that mercilessly cut his heart into a million pieces slipped in.
It was hard to think that almost everybody he had ever known in his whole life had been taken away from him. To say he was getting used to it would be taking it too far, but he had certainly managed to plough ahead, mentally blocking out any pain that he felt. But this had been a blow too hard to handle. Everyone and everything had been wiped out. It felt like his memory had been chopped up unequally and he had been lumped with the smallest part. It was hard to grasp that people he had known, people he had loved just didn't exist anymore. His heart ached and bled internally whenever he remembered his former life that had been cruelly snatched away.
Because of Voldemort. When quick flashbacks unwittingly entered his mind, one image always stood out clear. It was a repetitive wishful fantasy that he had and it involved Voldemort rising from the dead. Harry would run at him with outstretched arms and tear him from limb to limb. He could almost feel the flesh coming apart as Voldemort's skin embedded itself underneath his fingernails. He could almost smell the unmistakeable scent of blood as he opened up new wounds and split them apart. And he could almost hear screams of pure agony as he ripped into him with his bare hands. He wouldn't have felt any amount of pain compared to what Harry had gone through, but at least he'd die in torture.
"Well fine fuck you, you bastard! Thanks for nothing!"
Harry barely had time to snap out of his thoughts as Draco's footsteps thundered towards the door. He ran down the corridor as quickly and silently as he could, only just making it to the bathroom before the bedroom door was flung open and Draco stormed out.
"Something wrong Drake?" Harry asked nonchalantly, pretending he had just came out the bathroom. He studied Draco's face carefully, trying to spot any signs of guilt but all he could register was pure anger. Going by the phone conversation, that was real at least.
"It's nothing," Draco said dismissively, his expression contorted into the definition of rage.
"Are you sure?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, why should there be?" And there it was. He had jumped into a defensive mode so quickly that it became obvious to Harry that something was definitely up. But how could he challenge Draco when not only was he eavesdropping on a private conversation but also when he didn't understand what the conversation had been about in the first place.
"No reason, you just look -"
"I'm fine Harry," Draco snapped nastily. "Just stop trying to analyse me all the time."
"I wasn't -" Harry protested but Draco ignored him as he stomped down the stairs unnecessarily loudly, jumping the bottom step and landing on the floor hard. Harry sighed. Draco was such a fucking prick sometimes, so spoilt and selfish and self involved. He couldn't bear the thought of someone taking care of him lest he feel the need of dependency. He'd always been like that ever since they first met, but lately ... It had turned into something else. Gone were the occasional mood swings, they had now turned into full bouts of rage. They weren't even easy to spot on the horizon either, it could normally be just a single word or act that would spark him off and he'd suddenly flip out. Harry had definitely found the relationship slide to one side recently, in favour of Draco. He found himself to be rather scared in his enraged states, though he never let it show. On the surface if not equal, then it was most certainly Harry who seemed to be in control of the two but more often than not in these cases, what goes on behind closed doors definitely doesn't reflect what everybody else sees.
He'd challenged him about it a week ago. But Draco had charged up to him so fast that Harry had shrunk back into a corner afraid. Draco instantly snapped out of his rage and comforted him apologetically and Harry had just as instantly snapped out of his fear and recomposed himself. Whether Draco remembered this as a poignant moment or not remained a mystery to Harry who thought of that specific memory as the real turning point in their relationship.
"I'm going out," Draco's emotionless voice came from downstairs.
"What? Hold on!" Harry ran down the stairs two at a time and stepped into the living room. Draco was putting on his long black winter coat. "Where are you going?"
"Poison," came the short reply. He was in no mood to be grilled.
"Now? I've still got an hour before I have to leave for work."
"So? I want to go out now," It was a sulky response and Draco knew it. The telephone conversation had left him in a foul mood and as Harry was the only one around he was going to bear the brunt of it.
"So can't you wait for a bit until you go? We haven't spent much time together recently," Harry said, going over to Draco and wrapping his arms around his neck. "Please?" He leaned in slowly and softly kissed Draco on the lips several times. He then parted his lips open with his tongue and gently explored Draco's warm mouth with it. Draco responded half-heartedly at first, trying to shrug off Harry's advances but as his erection grew harder with every stroke of Harry's tongue on his own, he began to fall fully into the seductive trap. Pulling his face away, he shunned his coat before taking Harry by the waist and slamming him forcefully into a wall. He grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head, allowing him to take full control of the situation, tattooing Harry's neck with love bites, who leaned into Draco's tongue eagerly.
Draco moved back to Harry's lips attacking him with a rough kiss, using his tongue to dominate his mouth fully. Harry's breathing grew harder as Draco's tongue became his life support. He moaned in soft disappointment as he felt the absence of his expert tongue leaving his body for a while before groaning with pure ecstasy when Draco undid the buttons of his shirt and sucked hard on his left nipple. Harry pushed his chest forward, desperately inviting Draco to take in more of the soft, slightly puffed up flesh that got his member hard as a rock. And Draco did just that, using his lips, tongue and teeth to tantalisingly tease Harry's torso.
Harry shivered in delight at every wet touch of Draco's delicious yet malicious tongue that was now leaving his chest and making its way back up to his mouth, invading it completely and taking control. Harry threw back his head and leant it against the wall in rapturous bliss. Draco always knew what got him going and every kiss, every suck and every bite that he planted on Harry's body was planned carefully in a choreographed sequence that kept him on edge all through the sexual journey taking place.
Harry's cock was straining against the fabric of his pants now and he wanted nothing more than to push Draco's head down and have him take it fully into his hot mouth. But he was unable to do so while Draco still had his wrists pinned above his head and Draco seemed to know this as he smiled wickedly up at Harry. He lowered his head as far as it would go while still holding his wrists and managed to just about reach Harry's bellybutton. Harry thrust his hips into Draco's face urgently but it was no good. His cock was still too far away and under the restraint of his pants to be taken in by that expert mouth.
"Draco pleaaa ... ohhhhh god!"
Draco smirked at the dependency he had his boyfriend hooked on. "What was that Harry?" he asked with a grin, meeting his boyfriends eyes.
Harry's body was slumped save for his wrists that were still supported by Draco's strong grip. "Please, Draco. Please. Oh fucking please! Oh god, come on!" he managed to stammer out between pants.
The telephone rang rudely and Draco averted his eyes from Harry's glistening chest and looked over at it. "Maybe I should go and answer it?" he pondered out loud in faux innocence.
"No!" Harry begged. "Leave it!"
"But it could be someone important ..." Draco said, relishing in the enjoyment he felt as Harry pleaded with him to finish what he started. The answering machine took pity on Harry's sexually frustrated moment and took the call instead. The familiar female electronic voice informed the caller that they weren't able to take their call right now, but would they like to leave a message? And the caller did just that, filling up the room with a ringing cockney accent.
"Hello, it's Rog calling for Tyler. You there Ty? Pick up if you are ..."
"Oh it's just Roger, leave it," Harry purred, expecting Draco to comply but to his complete horror, he ruthlessly left him standing there with his meat throbbing between his legs as he ran across the room and pounced desperately on the phone.
"Yeah hi, I'm here," he gabbled, unaware of the furious looks that Harry was sending in his direction. "You have? What? Oh ..." Draco's face fell at this point but then perked up again. "Well if I take enough then ... Well yeah, that's brilliant! Oh thanks Roger, you're the - what? Now? Right now? It's just that ... No, no, sure! I understand. Yep. I'll meet you at the usual spot in about ... five minutes? Yep! Okay! Bye!"
He turned back to Harry with a pleased look on his face and was surprised when he was met with an acidly sour one in return. "What's wrong?" he asked confusedly.
Harry opened his mouth but was left speechless. Instead he gestured incredulously to the bulge that was slowly softening in his pants .
Draco rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Fine," he said dully as if Harry had just ordered him to clean the entire house from top to bottom. He slunk back to Harry, yanked his trousers down and uninterestedly proceeded to jerk his cock with a bored hand. Harry grew more livid by the second and when Draco had the audacity to openly sigh and check his watch before asking, "how long is this exactly going to take Harry?", he gave a roar of anger, pulled his pants back up and stomped upstairs.
"Harry," Draco called after him, "Harry, I'm going now ... " He waited, but he didn't get a response. "Fine! Be in a mood with me, selfish!"
A fuming Harry was pacing around in the bedroom upstairs controlling the extreme desire he had to go downstairs and yank Draco back inside the house by his hair. He was such a fucker, always twisting situations around so he was never to blame. Harry had felt slightly petty when he had ran to the bedroom because he didn't receive the blowjob he had ached for and had considered going down to say goodbye when Draco told him he was leaving, but he had came to his senses and put those feelings aside immediately. He was not to blame for this and he was not the selfish one here, Draco was. After all, he was the one who had left the house in such a hurry, for Roger of all people. What did he want with Roger? All he had to offer were second hand goods on the market stall he owned, yet Draco couldn't leave quick enough to meet him.
Harry chewed on his lip relentlessly. He often thought that this relationship was not going to work. How could it, it had been doomed from the start admittedly. They were not made for each other and they both knew it. They had a certain love for each other, but both knew that if it wasn't for the circumstances, they would have both had the feelings that they'd grown up through school with. Venomous hatred. It was only the fact that they had to be together that they were. Not out of love.
It was shit.
The music was shit the people were shit the club was shit the night was shit and the coke was shit. Shit, shit and a big pile of more fucking shit. Roger had warned him that it wasn't up to the usual standards but Draco had barely felt a reaction to the two lines he'd just done in the toilets. Granted, they were thin lines to make the gram last longer but he could still usually feel it having some sort of an effect by now. Giving the clubbers on the dance floor a contemptuous glare as if it was their fault that his coke was crap, he stormed to the toilets angrily. After waiting in line for what seemed like forever for an empty cubicle, he threw himself in there, locking the door behind him and carefully poured the contents from the small sealed sachet onto the toilet seat lid. Using his bank card, he separated a third of the white granules and proceeded to divide it into a thin straight line. He then produced a ten pound note from his pocket, rolled it up neatly and, holding his right nostril shut, prepared to snort the powder up his left nostril and into his brain. But something was holding him back. He didn't want to waste this crap and he knew that if he frequently took it separately, it would have no effect whatsoever. However, if he took it all at once ... Grinning to himself slightly at his cleverness, he pushed the coke into one big thick line and snorted the whole lot.
He threw his head back and rested his body against the cubicle door for a moment. He willed the coke to travel fast to his tilted head. This night was such a let down and he was beginning to feel pangs of guilt about how he treated Harry. That wasn't good. He'd long learnt to throw away any emotions with discard and feeling guilty right now was not on his current agenda, or any of his agenda's for that matter. Harry was just a lifeless vessel. Just like he himself was and just like everybody else in the world was. It didn't matter how he treated people or how he was perceived because he was nothing, really. Just a lifeless vessel filled with emotions that he didn't want to feel but was stuck with. He pumped this into his brain everyday and he pumped it into it now as the cheap coke infiltrated his mind.
Someone hammered on the cubicle. It sounded distant; far away, friendly and welcoming, like a knock on a door that led to a dream-filled paradise. It happened again, this time more urgent and needy. Draco didn't like the sound of that and by the third time the fist hammered it sounded deadly and cutting, perfectly able to rip his insides apart. These random thoughts penetrated through his brain as he managed to stagger to a standing position. The cubicle swirled around him for a couple of seconds and as the fist banged on the door for the fourth time he felt himself slipping into the familiar soothing sensation of a cocaine-filled mind he had lived most of his life on for the past day or so.
Had it been a day? It felt like much longer. Maybe a week. Or two. Or three. Maybe it had been a month. Or several. Perhaps a year? A decade? What was time really? Just an alarm clock waiting to sound off and inform people that theirs was up. It's a mysterious thing, time. It begins as being a friend. Well, that's the first contradiction right there. Time begins from the moment someone takes their first breath although it has always existed really. Yet how come time stops when you die? Is time actually a concept? Does it exist? How can something so eternal, something so constant yet something so secondary to life - although it's the function that controls it - exist? How can there be different time zones if it's the same thing and people can communicate with each other faster than time itself? It means that some must live through the future before the future has reached others and some are living in the past while the past has already played out. But on the notion that it does exist, time starts off by being a friend. It bestows people with youth and vitality before snatching it back gleefully while peoples souls and bodies decay together, unable to do anything about it. But time doesn't care. Once it's done with someone it carries on selfishly as it always has and always will. And his time was up now. The alarm clock was ringing. Relentlessly it rang shrilly, piercing his eardrums, invading his mind.
It took Draco a while to realise that it was a mobile phone sounding off. When he was brought back to his senses, he was aware of the fist banging on the door impatiently for what seemed like the hundredth time now. He felt slight woozy, yet disappointed as he knew the main high from the gram of coke was over. A fucking gram and that's all he had experienced? What a waste of fifty pounds.
He yanked open the door so fiercely that the guy who was next in line didn't bother to pursue an argument and slinked past him without a fuss. A few glares from the long queue were omitted at him but Draco barely registered them as he stormed out of the toilet. The music hit him loudly and the last dregs of emotion affected by the coke appreciated the noise. He nodded his head to the beat for a while, scanning the crowd for the person he wanted to find. When his eyes spotted his target, he moved through the clubbers swiftly and tapped him on the back.
"Alright, Ty!"
"Hello Mike," Draco replied brusquely. He had no time for chit-chat, this was strictly business. He hardly wanted anything to do with the twenty two year old stood in front of him. Drugs had fucked him up badly. Craggy-faced and haggard, he looked as though he'd fit in more in the over thirty-five age group than his own. Dealers hardly ever dabbled in the drugs that they dealt but Mike had experimented with the ones he got hold of freely and frequently. A juvenile mind and badly aged face was the result.
"What do you want from me then, Ty? A shag?" He snickered at this.
"Some charlie, actually," Draco said in a disdainful manner. Mike bobbed his head up and down to the music wildly before returning his attention back to Draco.
"None left, soz mate! But the offer of the shag still stands!"
"You haven't got any left?" Draco asked disbelievingly. He'd only met Mike through Roger for the first time that night yet he had already learnt to take everything he said with a pinch of salt and had to ask things a number of times until he got the answer he desired.
"Nope, sorry," Mike replied, rocking to the drum and base beat. "But I have another remedy for a bad night!" He stopped dancing and chewed on his tongue in deep thought as he searched the breast pocket on his cheap shirt for what he was looking for. A smile lit up on his face and he whipped out something so fast that Draco didn't have time to see what it was. After fumbling with something in his hands for a few seconds, Mike popped something in his mouth and turned to Draco.
"Snog me," he instructed.
"No thanks," Draco snapped in annoyance. Mike couldn't be the only dealer in the club and he was just about to turn away and find somebody else when Mike pressed on.
"No, snog me," he insisted. Draco looked at him disgustedly, and then his expression changed as Mike flashed his tongue briefly. On it, lying innocently and rather inconspicuous was a small pill broken in half, roughly the size of half a normal button on a shirt.
"What is it?" Draco asked interestedly.
"Your key to a good night mate," Mike shouted over the music enthusiastically. "And it's yours for the price of snogging me and taking it off my tongue."
Draco hesitated for a moment, looking at the creviced lines in Mike's face. Who knows what the fuck he had in his mouth but if the result was a mug like his then Draco could do without.
But could he? He'd already experienced great fury over the fact that his night had been a huge disappointment, his guilt was beginning to return over the situation with Harry and now he was about to turn away the chance to change the whole night, perhaps for the better. Could he do without the small, weak looking thing being warmed by Mike's mouth?
His mind answered for him and in one movement he leaned forward, parted Mike's cracked lips open and deftly removed the flat, small half-moon shaped pill from Mike's tongue with his own.
"Swallow it whole mate," Mike instructed and Draco did just that. He felt slightly flushed, not knowing what he had just done and a swirling feeling of doubt hit the pit of his stomach. "Now listen here Ty," Mike said, gripping Draco's shoulder and pulling him in close, talking directly into his ear over the loud music. "This is important. Make sure you drink plenty of water, but not too much, right?"
Draco tried to pull away from the hot dirty breath in his ear. Mike was really fucked up. What shit advice; drink plenty but not too much. That practically didn't make any sense.
"And no alcohol, all right?" he continued. Draco dismissed him with a wave of the hand. What a fucking crackhead, he thought to himself. He detached himself from Mike, who looked vaguely concerned about him as he lost himself in the crowd. He didn't bother to placate his worry however, he just wanted to get as far away from him as possible, the drugged up, fucked up freak ...
"Two aftershocks, one red, one blue."
Stupid Mike didn't know what the fuck he was talking about. He should have known though, really. How could half a tiny pill like that have an effect on him like coke did? There was no way. And all he had succeeded from it was staying sober for the last twenty minutes waiting for the non-existent effects to kick in.
Well screw that. He planned on getting blinding drunk now, so much so that the club would turn so hazy that it would have turn out to be a good night. The barman brought his drinks over and smiled at him unnecessarily longer than he had to. Draco smiled back and gave him the slightest hint of a wink, for the barman to react how he wanted to. He could pretend he didn't see it and regret not reacting on it for the entire night or act upon it only for Draco to turn him down. He snickered inside as he saw the barman throw him a vague smile, not sure if it was the right thing to do or not. He loved playing with peoples emotions like this. It made him feel better about his own.
He downed the shots one after another. Ice blue first to cool his stomach before the fire hot red lit a raging inferno. His empty stomach rumbled in angry protest; it needed food not alcohol, but Draco didn't care as he ordered two more green aftershocks.
He swallowed the mint-laced liquids, screwing up his mouth in disgust at the strong medicine-like tang. He ordered another blue one to get the taste out of his mouth before shuffling from the stool and staggering over to the dance floor. The aftershocks on his empty stomach were beginning to give him the desired effects he was hoping for.
A drum and base dance song filled up the club to the delight of the clubbers who cheered loudly at the opening beats. Draco didn't think much of the song - he preferred to listen to music that wasn't in the charts - but tonight it sounded different. It was as almost as though he was at a live concert; he could hear every beat and every sound effect in the song, even down to the tinny clicks that usually went unheard from being drowned out by the other sounds. It seemed to be surrounding him as well. The music was like air and it was intoxicating his body though it felt surprisingly good as he started to dance wildly with the other clubbers.
The song ended and another began and to Draco's delight, he found that he enjoyed this one too. A huge grin that got bigger every time a new song came on was plastered onto his face and by the time the eighth song came on in a stint of great tunes, his mouth should have been aching from the stretch of his wide smile.
But he couldn't feel any aches or any pains or anything at all. His body felt like it had been overtaken by a higher source of power that allowed him to be free and enjoy life. He felt like running around the club screaming happily at the euphoric state he was in. Everything was so perfect. The night was fantastic and the people were great and he loved everyone and everything around him.
A young girl caught his eye and he smiled and gave her a thumbs up. She was quite pretty, with curly blonde hair and dressed in a halter neck top, a mini skirt and knee high boots. She smiled back before sidling over to him.
"Hello mate!"
"Hey!"
"You having a good time then?"
"Yeah," Draco replied, pumped up and enthused. "I'm having a wicked night! You?"
"Yeah, cool mate, cool!"
"What's your name?"
"Sandra, yours?"
"Draco!"
Sandra burst out laughing. Draco looked at her worriedly before joining in after seeing the tears streaming down her cheeks as she laughed uncontrollably. The pair were in fits of laughter that drew a few interested stares as they held their ribs that hurt from the hilarity. After sobering up from the humorous hysterics, Sandra looked at Draco again and collapsed into a fresh heap of giggles that started him off again.
"What are ..." Draco managed to gasp out in rasping breaths before succumbing to the humour and laughing uncontrollably again. His face was beginning to burn up but he couldn't stop laughing, everything was so hilarious.
"What are we laughing at?" he finally managed to stammer.
Sandra laughed off a few stray giggles before a thoughtful look came over her pondering face. "I don't know," she admitted finally. She stared at Draco for a moment before the pair broke down into more manic laughter. Wiping away tears they linked arms and made a beeline for the bar.
"Can I get a bottle of water please mate?" Sandra asked the woman behind the bar.
"I feel like one of those," Draco said.
"You feel like a bottle of water? Do you feel all wet?" Sandra laughed. Draco screamed with laughter at the thought of living life as a bottle of water. He dug deep in his pocket as his body shook from hysteric spasms and fumbled around for three pound coins. He put them into the woman's open palm who proceeded to drop one on the floor. Sandra, who had just taken a sip of water, spat it out accidentally and cackled at the dropped coin on the ground.
Draco's attention had been taken by something else at this point. His body craved water but as he gulped it down refreshingly, Mike's earlier warning flooded back to him.
"What does it mean if someone says drink but don't drink?" he asked Sandra thoughtfully.
Sandra's face screwed up in concentration as the pair made their way to the chill out room and sank back on one of the comfy sofas. "Maybe it means that they're acting like they want you to drink but they don't really want you to?" she offered.
"But why?" Draco asked.
"Maybe it's because they want it for themselves?" Sandra replied.
Draco's eyes widened. "Because they're not really your friend?" he mused.
Sandra nodded excitedly. "Maybe," she agreed. "Because you just can't trust people these days can you?"
Draco shook his head. "I know, it's just so fucking bad that nobody can be trusted."
"But I trust you though!"
"Me too! You're one of the greatest people I've ever met!"
"I was about to say the same thing about you!"
"Really?"
"Yeah! Maybe we're psychic but we don't know yet."
Draco gasped. "Do you think so?"
"Well yeah, lots of people are psychic these days," Sandra said knowledgably. Draco nodded, taking in every word she was saying. This philosophical conversation was stimulating and he was enjoying every minute of it. He was enjoying every minute of the entire night. He was just enjoying life in general. Life was great.
"Psychic's a strange word to spell isn't it?" Sandra said absently.
Draco nodded. "Yeah because it sounds like it starts with an S when it's really a P."
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
Sandra sniggered. "Yeah."
"Yeah!"
"YEAH!"
Draco laughed. "Yeah, yeah, yeah!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!" Sandra suddenly stiffened. "Oh my god."
"What?" Draco asked concernedly.
She turned to him with wide eyes. "I remember what we was laughing about earlier on!"
"What was it?"
"Your name! What is it again?"
"Draco," he replied before gasping and clapping a hand over his mouth. "Oh my god, it's not!"
Sandra narrowed her eyes. "What is it then?"
"Tyler."
"Why did you say it was something else then?"
"I don't know. I thought it was funny," Draco lied, chuckling to himself and expecting Sandra to laugh along with him. A warning flag was signalling him in the back of his mind. He knew that it was wrong to tell Sandra the truth but she seemed so nice and so trusting that he felt as though he wanted to pour out his heart to her. She'd understand. She'd make everything right. He had found his soul mate in this club and it was fantastic.
Sandra had apparently forgotten the conversation as she swayed to the relaxing music dreamingly. It was soothing yet at a nice enough pace to keep Draco satisfied.
"Want a piece of bubble gum?" Sandra asked, snapping on hers like crazy.
"Thanks," said Draco taking a piece. He hadn't noticed it before but he was grinding his teeth away against each other so hard that the tips of them were aching with numbness. His mouth felt fizzy and active and he wished he had a whole packet of gum to chew on as he chomped away viciously.
"Do you ever wonder how gum is made?"
"Yeah," said Draco who had never thought about it in his life. "How do they make it stretchy?"
"And bubbly."
"It's fascinating really."
"I hate that word."
Draco giggled. "Why?"
Sandra shrugged. "It's just annoying. It reminds me of museums."
Draco made a disgusted face. "I hate museums."
"Oh my god, me too!"
"Really?"
"Yeah! Do you hate action films too?"
"No, I like action films actually."
"Really?" Sandra asked in disbelief.
Draco nodded. "They're okay."
"Yeah, I guess they are."
"But romantic comedies aren't."
"Oh god, no," said Sandra in agreement.
"They're so annoying!"
"And pathetic!"
Draco smirked. "I know! Like anyone meets their match in the supermarket and then spends the rest of their lives together!"
Sandra was twirling a lock of hair from her fringe round her index finger. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
"Oh my god, yes!" Draco enthused. Sandra looked pleased with this. "Yeah, you are, you really are," he continued. "I mean, if I weren't gay and everything, I'd get with you!"
Sandra looked as though she had been paid the biggest compliment in the world. "I'd so get with you too!"
The pair hugged and Draco was suddenly aware of the physical contact their bodies were having. His heartbeat quickened as they continued to invade each others space, but rather than pull away he pulled her in closer, breathing in her perfumed scent.
"Back in a minute babe," Sandra suddenly said pulling away. She got off the sofa and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before floating back into the clubbing room. Draco watched her go as the spot on his cheek where she had kissed him sparked with electric excitement. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and little shivers of anticipation ran down his spine.
Draco busied the time away by watching the conversations that were taking place between people. He saw three girls sitting on the floor in the corner of the room and smiled widely at one of them. She gave him a slightly weird look and turned back to her friends and said something to them. They all suddenly looked over and gave disgusted glares.
Draco got up and staggered over to them, knocking into a few people on the way. "Shit, hello? Hi!" he said, standing over the three girls on wobbly legs that threatened to give way and drop him onto them.
"What do you want?" one of the girls said nastily.
"No listen, I'm sorry if you er, got the wrong idea or anything but I'm gay so I wasn't looking at you in that sort of way!"
"Get lost you fucking dickhead," another girl shouted.
"Yeah, right, god, okay, look I'm sorry," Draco mumbled. "I just need my drink, where is it?" He bent over and peered into the girls laps. "Where is it?" he demanded again.
"Piss off," the first girl snapped. Draco muttered something incoherent to the trio and lurched back to the sofas where his bottle of water stood greeting him. He downed the rest of its contents in one gulp and then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, breathing heavily. He was dying for more water. He wanted to wrap his mouth around a hose and have water pumped into his stomach forever. He was sweating like mad, his shirt clung to him desperately and the fringe of his hair was stuck to his forehead.
He got up and walked into the clubbing room to get another bottle of water from the bar. As he brushed past everyone dancing in their own worlds, he was fully aware of the effect it was having on his sex drive. All the hairs on his body were bristling with tension. It felt like a sheet of sexual silk was being rubbed over his naked body teasingly, giving him all the nice feelings that sex gave him at once.
He looked up at the person who had last brushed past him, wanting to thank them for coming into close proximity with him when he suddenly saw a flash of familiarity. The once famous lightning shaped scar and the carefree dark chocolate-coloured tufts of hair were unmistakably Harry. But what was he doing here?
"Hey, Harry," he shouted over the music. "Harry!" But he'd gone. He pushed through the crowd and tried to find him. "Harry?" he shouted loudly. He drew a few stares but not from the person he wanted to find.
He suddenly grew frightened. Where was everybody? Sandra had popped out somewhere and had now disappeared and now Harry was at the club for some reason and was now avoiding him. Shit! Was Voldermort back? He looked around in extreme terror, expecting a blackened figure to descend from nowhere and kill him. Someone clapped a hand on his shoulder and he shrunk away from it in fright. He stumbled backwards and knocked into someone spilling their drinks. Where the fuck was Harry? And Sandra? Why would they just leave him like this? Why were they trying to get away from him? Were they secretly working for Voldermort? Tears of horror formed in his eyes as he felt like it was him against the whole world. He chewed his bubble gum to a pulp as he tried to desperately find his lost companions, the club spinning around faster and faster, the lights growing brighter and the music speeding up faster.
"Harry! Draco desperately moaned to no avail. Nobody cared about him as they danced their troubles away. He was just another face in the crowd and nobody cared as he ran towards the cloak room to get his coat and leave. The last person he could remember seeing was Sandra laughing hysterically having the time of her life with Mike.
"You look like you've had a good night."
"Yeah it was great man, wicked."
The taxi driver smiled. "I'm long past that myself though." Draco grinned. "Seeing all those lovely ladies in skimpy outfits, drinking beers and dropping pills, you can't beat it really can you mate?" the taxi driver continued.
"Nah, it's the best," Draco agreed, who had never appreciated scantily-clad ladies, had a sip of beer once and almost threw up and hadn't took a pill in his life up until now. He was too enthralled by the redness of the traffic light as the taxi pulled to a stop to care about the words he was speaking. It held so much power, so much command. It was a little machine that could make or break people's days. It decided on how late someone was going to be or how many pedestrians it allowed to cross it's road. It was fascinating.
"Mate?"
"Yeah?"
"We're here."
"What?"
"We're here."
Draco blinked stupidly, taking in his surroundings. This was his road but why were they here? How did they get here so fast, they were still at the club a few seconds ago. He remembered Sandra and the water and the girls and everything and they were still at the club but he was here and it didn't make any sense and he was in a car and he was giving money to a guy and the guy drove off and he was putting a key in the front door but they were still at the club and how was it happening at the same time as he inserted a key and went into his house.
He stood in his doorway for a moment breathing heavily as he remembered his night. What the fuck was going on? He forgot all worries however as he heard a metallic sound pierce his eardrums meanly. He could hear every element of the sound, he could even hear it travelling through invisible sound waves resulting in the metallic sound playing once again, before echoing to a far away distance. He suddenly ached for music and went over to the hi-fi that stood in the living room and turned on the CD that was in the player full blast. A girl band spat their lyrics at him.
"I'm not afraid of looking ugly. Couldn't care what they say!"
"I'm not afraid of happy endings, just afraid my life won't work that way!" Draco screamed back at them, rocking his head wildly and allowing the music to fully penetrate his body. He felt like he was experiencing a melodic orgasm as the beats had their wicked way with him. He danced into the kitchen and saw a drop of water drip from the tap before landing in the sink with a metallic plinking sound. He dove for a glass and turned the tap on full blast. Water went everywhere as it made contact with the edge of the glass but Draco didn't care as he brought it up to his lips and guzzled it down as fast as he could. Excess water dribbled down his chin and he used his hand to wipe it over his face refreshingly. It felt so good. His eyes caught the shape of a bewitching shadow that shone through the kitchen window and he stared at it in open-mouthed awe.
"Draco?"
"Harry!" Draco exclaimed at the figure entering the front door.
Harry went into the living room and switched off the hi-fi. The CD was on song number six, Draco realized. Where had all the other songs gone?
"Hi," Harry said, rather cautiously. "Did you have a good night?"
"Yeah," Draco said, suddenly flushing and inducing himself into a state of panic. Why was Harry acting so innocently after following him around at the club? Did he plan to take him back there? He didn't want to go back. Sandra wasn't his friend anymore, she was with someone else. Everyone betrayed him. Nobody loved him.
"Good," Harry replied with a pleased smile.
"How was work?" Draco asked.
"Boring," Harry replied. "As always." He looked so crestfallen that a wave of sadness overcame Draco and he rushed at Harry and hugged him tightly. A few tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes as he buried his face in Harry's shoulder.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I ... Love you too," Harry said, slightly surprised at Draco's affection. "Listen, about earlier -"
"I'm sorry," Draco interjected, completing the sentence that they were both going to say.
Harry nodded. "Me too ..." A sly smile lit up his face. "But we could finish off what we started now."
Draco grinned. All the feelings from earlier came flooding back to him, all the sexual touching against his bare arms had turned him on so much that he wanted nothing more than to fuck Harry senseless, bringing them both to the best orgasm ever. He loved Harry. He loved everything about Harry and he loved life and he loved himself and he loved Harry. He loved Harry so much that he contemplated on telling him about the night. About how great everything was and how he took a pill and everything was complete and how much he loved him and he wanted to live life in this state of perfection forever. But for the second time that night a warning signal flagged off in the back of his mind and a little voice told him that keeping his mouth shut was for the best.
"Let's go," he said and led the way upstairs, accidentally stumbling on a few on his way up. He walked into the bedroom and sat on the double bed. He took Harry's hands into his own and pulled him to a sitting position next to him before pouncing on him in an animalistic style. He pinned him down on the bed, kissing him in every bare spot he could find frantically. He licked, sucked and bit Harry's face and neck before ripping off Harry's shirt and his own and diving onto him again, sucking hard on Harry's nipples, apparently determined to turn them red raw by tomorrow morning.
Harry suddenly turned the tables, pushing Draco off and flipping him onto his back. He straddled his cock through his jeans and dove onto his neck, attacking him with frenzied vampire-like love bites. Draco let out a loud moan before being silenced by Harry's invading tongue which he welcomed with his own earnestly. Harry began to ride Draco's cock through his jeans, causing more loud moans from his boyfriend. He gave him soft pecks on his lips and neck before sliding off of the bed and unbuckling his belt. He managed to wrench the jeans from Draco and moved his mouth seductively to Draco's boxers. Harry was a little surprised to not be greeted by a huge bulge but he slowly slipped his hand under the leg of Draco's boxer shorts and jerked his flaccid cock to attention.
Draco arched his back in pure sexual ecstasy, enjoying the feeling of Harry's expert fingers on his tool. His breathing grew more heavier and he wanted to roar in pure delight of the perfection of the situation.
"You alright Drake?"
"Fine," Draco said.
"It's just that ..." Harry let the sentence trail to an embarrassed silence. The hand job hadn't seemed to do it's job properly and Draco's cock lay limply against his thighs. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes," Draco said frantically.
"Okay," said Harry, a slight tone of uncertainness creeping into his voice. He lowered his face to Draco's cock and took it in all his mouth easily. He worked his mouth back and forth, getting ready to ease the base of the cock out of his mouth when it began to grow, but it stayed soft and unwilling, not wanting to be accommodated by Harry's mouth.
"Draco, I -"
Harry was cut off by a loud snore. He jerked his head up and saw Draco ungraciously sleeping with his mouth wide open. Harry stared at him for a while, deciding whether to wake him up or not before he elected to leave him be. An affectionate smile crept onto his face as he watched his boyfriend's chest rise and fall rapidly in time with the definitely unsexy snores he was omitting. He unlaced Draco's shoes and took them off before peeling off his socks. He then worked his jeans off along with his boxer shorts and gently eased his legs under the covers, before covering his sleeping form with them. He stood over him for a while, watching how soundly he slept. His breathing sounded rather desperate, he noticed, but convinced himself that if he were that tired that he fell to sleep during sex then it was best not to wake him.
"Sometimes," Harry muttered as he took out some spare sheets from the cupboard. He turned to Draco, walked over to him and kissed him lightly on the forehead. "I think I love you more than I believe I do," he concluded softly, before making his way downstairs to sleep on the sofa.
And the second chapter is complete! After proofreading it though, I just have to point something out about lots of sentences in the story, this one in particular:
He remembered Sandra and the water and the girls and everything and they were still at the club but he was here and it didn't make any sense and he was in a car and he was giving money to a guy and the guy drove off and he was putting a key in the front door but they were still at the club and how was it happening at the same time as he inserted a key and went into his house. I know it might not make sense to some people. But I kept it (and others like it) in there because it's the only way I can describe how confusing and distorted everything is in that situation. Some of the story isn't grammatically correct, but that was a deliberate effect.
I also noticed when reading it through that Draco might seem a little OOC in the scenes when he's taken drugs. This was definitely intentional as I've personally thought I'd gone through a personality transplant a couple of times I've taken some.
Also, it is a common fact that most men are unable to get, or at the very least maintain, an erection when dropping a pill. Touching becomes quite sexual and the whole notion of sex is heightened, but the actual act hardly ever manages to happen. Just so you know why Draco couldn't get it up for Harry!
Anyway, thank you for reading the second chapter (and I know its listed as chapter three, but the first chapter was just a subchapter.) Thank you so, so much again to the reviewers (God, I feel like I'm rehearsing an Oscar speech!) and thank you to everyone who reviews this chapter - and please do - I appreciate any kind of feedback, good or bad! Thanks guys, love you all, Jordan x x
Song lyrics taken from Fear of Dyingby Jack off Jill