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.

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The last chapter expanded over: June 18th and ended with Draco falling to sleep during sex with Harry after his first experience of taking ecstasy.

This chapter expands over:

June 25th

A gloriously sunny mid-year afternoon was slowly drawing itself into a lovely calm evening. Soft shadows lazily laid themselves against shades of reds and ambers while the brilliant blue sky dazzled on. The warmish breeze teasingly whipped bare arms and legs before swirling over to its next destination. Further down the road did the gentle gust blow accompanied by a delicate whistling sound that could be heard should one listen closely enough. Further and further it relentlessly pursued, passing by a house with open windows in the middle of the street. Should it have stopped to take a detour through this house, it would have found itself in the awkward company of a young couple. It would have saw the blonde; features so flawless, façade so flawed, sitting on one end of the couch watching his partner through sulky slits of silver as he chewed on his tongue. Should it have stopped to take a detour it would have saw the darker haired man, talking earnestly into the phone while he tried his best to cover his surfacing troubles with dancing eyes of emeralds and hopeless dreams of diamonds. Should it have stopped to take a detour, it would have got itself caught up in the most tensional of moments.

"Yep. Okay, great! See you on Monday! Bye."

Harry put down the phone with a pleased smile on his tired face. Draco raised a bored eyebrow in query.

"I've got the night off work," he said in explanation. Draco's previously uninterested expression broke into a jubilant one as he started to talk about the nights plans animatedly.

"Oh this is going to be great! I was going to go to Madness tonight but now you've got the night off we can go to Poison instead! It's the best Harry, you'll love it, it's got three floors of different -" He stopped when he saw the awkward look forming on Harry's face. "What's up?" he asked.

"Well ... I ... don't really feel like going out," he said in slightly apologetic tones. "But you can go," he quickly added, seeing the downfall in Draco's face.

"But it's not any fun without you," he mumbled sourly. Harry didn't respond to this as he busied himself by picking at a stray bit of stitching on his shirt. "I don't like going out without you," Draco spoke up again, not letting Harry of the hook.

"Well that doesn't usually stop you any other night," Harry replied quietly, still picking at his shirt.

Draco looked furious. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, I just meant -"

"Because you said you were fine with me going out," he interjected heatedly. "Harry you know I don't like -"

"Drake, I am fine with it, " Harry cut in gently. "But I just don't feel like going out tonight. This is the first night off I've had in ... actually it's the first night I've had off since I've started working. Why not stay in tonight instead? We can watch a movie, have dinner ... It'll be nice."

Draco shook his head. "I can't be bothered. I just want to go out."

"You always go out."

"You always work."

"That's not the same!"

"Yes it is," Draco snapped. "And in fact, you're worse! You're tied down to that fucking job."

"It brings in the money," Harry retorted.

"We have enough," Draco hit back. Harry hesitated. "What?" Draco said defensively, his eyes boring holes into Harry. "We have." Harry didn't look convinced. "We have."

Harry opened his mouth but then thought the better of it and shut it again. "Let's watch TV," he said in reconciliation, picking up the remote control and pointing it at the set. Draco snatched the device from Harry's hand and flicked through the channels quickly. "Drake, slow down," Harry protested.

Draco switched the TV off in reply, huffed loudly and then threw the remote control on the floor. "TV is boring," he complained. "Let's go out tonight."

"Draco I've told you I -"

"Oh please Harry, come on, you never come out with me anymore."

"I have to work!"

"You don't have to."

"Yes I do," Harry replied forcefully. "Drake, I'm sorry, but I'm too tired and I need a rest."

"And whose fault is that?"

"What?"

"You overwork yourself too much."

"Only because you don't work!" Harry retorted.

"I don't have to!"

"Which is why I do!"

"No you don't!"

"What, so you want us both to be jobless?"

"Works for me."

"Look where that got us last time Drake."

"We were fine," Draco snapped.

"No we weren't! Look, you might be happy living your life the way you live it, but I can't do that. It's just not for me."

"Yeah, I noticed," Draco mumbled in angry defeat.

"Stop being such a prat," Harry said in disgust.

"I'm not!"

"Yes you are, you're acting like a spoilt child because you can't get your own way!"

"No I'm not."

Harry sighed. "Okay fine, you're not."

"I know I'm not!"

"Okay, whatever you say."

There was a pause; the calm before the storm. "Don't patronise me Harry," Draco exploded. "Don't feed me any of your sanctimonious shit because I won't fucking put up with it."

"Oh I'm fed up of this crap," Harry roared, flinging himself from the sofa. He marched out of the room and stormed upstairs. Draco heard the bedroom door slam followed by two echoes that bounced off of the walls before the house fell eerily silent. He didn't like it like this. Left alone with his thoughts always frightened him. They were like the nightmares that he suffered, only ten times worse because he was actively conscious of what he was thinking. At least he was protected by a blanket of sleep and inactivity when faced with his nightmares.

And things were just too quiet. He didn't realise this when sleeping, but when left awake he often had to strain his hearing for the most simplest of sounds. A dull roaring sound like gravel being stepped on by a million people at once lay at the base of his hearing, and sometimes, when it was just too quiet and his thoughts were just too loud, he turned the roaring up, losing himself within the gravel and crunching down on it the hardest of all.

His eyes too had changed. He now left them unfocused most of the time, unable to summon the strength to sharpen the images that lay in front of him, preferring to take the world in as a hazy blur of colours and dots. He couldn't be bothered to do most things anymore, even such things as simple as that. He had simply lost all energy to do anything and if it wasn't for Harry, he would have certainly buckled under the high demands that the aftermath of ecstasy required from him.

But it was only due to the fact that Harry didn't understand what was going on with him that he helped so much. How could he understand? The highest level of perfect euphoria was so high that it simply couldn't be reached without an aid of something. Bodies were just not made to feel that way. In Draco's eyes, bodies were just useless things that people were lumped with, with a few futile emotions thrown in for good measure. They weren't designed to feel that much happiness because people weren't meant to feel that much happiness. People were destined to be forced to grow up before finding out that they wont get any younger too late. It was a cruel twist of fate yet one that had been played out forever. People just kept falling headlong into the wicked trap though, and most passed away without the faintest idea of why they went through years of a shit life for.

So what was a little pill if it made his life better? Although he had moved onto two each time he took them now. But they touched every possible part of the happiness in his body and turned his problems into perfection. And Harry, or anybody else on the outside wouldn't, or couldn't ever understand that. Maybe that's why Harry thought he was being kind when he came up to the bedroom last week bearing a tray of tea and toast for Draco after a heavy night out. It took him two minutes to swallow a single mouthful of toast and when he did it felt like a meal of razor blades and penknives. The tea was unflavoured and wrong and Draco didn't even bother to smile his thanks at the effort that Harry had put in. He just simply didn't have the energy as he sat there, wincing with pain every time his jaw moved slightly. That was one of the bad points about taking ecstasy; the gargoyle syndrome. Even when aided with several packs of gum, he always found his mouth was bitten and chewed, his teeth sensitive to anything and his jaw killing the morning after. Still, it was nothing compared to what he felt for those magical seven hours when he was riding high.

It was a vicious circle: He felt worthless. A pill helped him become happy. He was happy. He came down. He felt worthless. Pills helped him become happy. He was happy. He came down. He felt worthless. More pills helped him become happier. He was happier. He came down worse. He felt more worthless. More and more pills helped his muscles become useless and threatened to kill him courtesy of an overdose. He took them anyway. He'd hit rock bottom, he had nothing to live for and having the choice of dying happy or the choice of dying sad, he knew which one he'd rather pick.

And so the cycle started again. He felt worthless. He knew pills would make him happier. He'd be happier. He'd come down. He'd feel worthless. But more pills would pick him back up. He knew he was addicted. He didn't care. On the contrary it felt nice to be able to rely on something. He'd never weaken his emotions by being emotionally dependent on Harry so these little tablets were a godsend in his eyes. He could feed all of his emotions into the pills as he fed the pills into himself. And then the pills would take the bad emotions and keep them under lock and key for seven hours while he had the most amazing time. But like every high, they eventually wore off and Draco felt dependant on these little button-sized tablets that had taken over his life.

And he liked that feeling. He loved that feeling.

I'd lost all feeling.

This was ... This was ... Indescribable. This couldn't be happening, something must be seriously wrong because Harry Potter was standing just mere inches away from me.

My eyes ran over the familiar features in shock. The unruly tufts of dark hair, the round spectacles that made him look slightly owlish, the enchanting emerald eyes and most importantly, that scar. That world famous scar that everyone in the wizarding world knew about. But there was no wizarding world anymore. It didn't exist. And neither should Harry. But he was standing in front of me, his eyes no longer wide with disbelief; they'd squinted themselves into venomous slits. Everyone around us was a blur that didn't care as the hustle and bustle continued while the last remains of another world stared at each other in a mixture of astonishment, confusion and hatred.

A million things raced through my mind and I didn't know how to respond to them as I saw him deal with the same feelings that I was going through. What the fuck was going on? I thought I was the only one left and now he'd come along. Did anyone else exist? Did he have his wand? Did he know what happened? Just as I thought I was going to pass out from the million emotions that were overloading my body, a strangled cry came up his throat and he looked like he was going to be sick. Then, without any warning, he charged at me.

I remember blinking for a couple of seconds stupidly as he ran with his arms outstretched ready to rip me apart with his bare hands. I remember the absolute rage twisting themselves into his features, making him look ugly and evil. I remember thinking that the last time I had saw him this angry was when he had been captured by us death eaters and Voldemort. And then I remembered it all.

His outstretched fingers grabbed at the fabric of my jumper that had been there a split second before as I was now running for my life, fearful of what he'd do when he caught me. I pushed through crowds of angry shoppers who loudly protested their disapproval. I snatched at a glance behind me. Harry's face was a mixture of fury and determination. A bad combination.

I let out a small whimper as I carried on running as fast as I could. I really was petrified that he was going to kill me. The expression on his face was enough to convince me that he was perfectly capable. I collided with a man in a business suit but shoved him aside ruthlessly as I turned a corner and ran down a narrow alleyway.

FUCK. It was a dead end. I looked behind and my heart sank in bitter defeat as I saw Harry nearing the entrance. There was no escape.

"Harry wait, let me tell you what I know," I pleaded, my arms outstretched in pathetic defence. Harry didn't move a muscle or say a word to my short outburst so I took it as a sign to carry on talking.

"Everyone's gone Harry," I blurted out. "Everyone and everything is gone. There's no wizarding world, it doesn't exist anymore. I know it's hard to take in but it's true. I don't know how it happened but it just did. The entrance to Diagon Alley doesn't work - there is no Diagon Alley anymore. There's no Hogwarts, there's no Hogsmeade, there's no quidditch, there's no wands, portkeys, spells, potions, no anything. It's all gone, Harry. There's no prophecy, no war, no -"

"Voldemort," he spat. I stared at him uneasily. He was like a cobra itching to attack at any given moment. "There's no Voldemort," he said in that dangerously low voice, continuing his tirade. "There's nobody left. Except me ..." his eyes narrowed. "And you."

I gulped. "Y-Yeah," I stammered.

He walked slowly towards me, forcing me to back into the dead end of the wall. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't fucking kill you right now," he said.

"Please," I whimpered softly. "Don't."

"WHY?" he barked in my face causing me to recoil sharply. "You were all set to kill me. You fucking captured me and left me in the hands of Voldemort who cast this fucking spell and KILLED EVERYONE I'VE EVER LOVED. You were part of that. YOU! And now you're going to fucking pay for what you did."

"But I ran away," I begged, a sob catching in my throat. "I didn't go through with it."

"So you're the fucking good guy because you ran away?" Harry sneered. He shook his head. "You're weak and pathetic, Malfoy. You always have been."

"And always will be," I sniffed pathetically. He shook his head.

"You won't be anything after I've finished with you," he snarled.

I shook my head pleadingly. "Please Harry, we need to get through this together."

"I DON'T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU," he cried in my face. "Why would I want anything to do with the person who was responsible for ..." He broke into a heartbreaking howl. "Killing ... Everyone." He looked at me through eyes of pure hatred as tears streamed down his cheeks. "I'm alone, again."

"So am I," I whispered.

"Stop trying to make this about you!" he screamed through his tears. "This is your fucking fault, you deserve it."

"NOBODY DESERVES THIS," I cried.

"You do," he muttered, but the lack of enthusiasm in his tone was enough for us to both know that he didn't mean it. He leant against the wall and slid down to a sitting position, hugging his knees tightly as he sobbed out all of his pain.

"Everyone ... Gone," he said faintly. "EVERYONE HAS FUCKING GONE!"

I stood there chewing on my lip anxiously. I needed to get him on my side, not only for the sake of not being killed but for the sake of having an ally in this muggle world.

"Harry, I'm sorry," I said quietly.

He jerked his head up at me. "On first name terms now are we?" he sneered.

"I'm just as confused as you are. I'm just as lost as you are, and I need a friend just as -"

"A friend? A FRIEND? You have the fucking nerve to need me as a friend after what you did? After all those years of abuse and shit you gave me through school, those threats I received from you and your precious death eaters and that fucking plot that caused the whole of our world to die - now you want to be friends with me?"

"I just thought -"

"Forget it," he interrupted angrily. "I don't want anything to do with you Malfoy, fuck off." I didn't budge. "FUCK OFF!"

"Harry, what are you going to do about food?"

"What?" he snapped.

"Food. And shelter; you'll need a place to live."

"So?"

"So I've got somewhere. Big enough for the both of us to live."

"You want me to fucking LIVE with you? What the hell is your problem, Malfoy? I don't like you!"

"You won't be able to survive on your own."

"I wont be able to survive? Let me tell you something about survival Malfoy. I've been surviving since I was a fucking baby. I've been surviving all through school when I was the chosen one to defeat the so-called greatest wizard that ever lived. I had to survive all those years ... All those DEATHS but I did it. I survived. And even though many had gotten killed, Sirius, Remus, Cedric, Cho, Neville, Hagrid, I still survived. I would have died ten times over to save those lives but I couldn't. I just had to survive because that was my prophecy. And when I awoke after Voldemort's spell, I knew I had survived again. And I thought this was it. No more war, no more prophecies, no more deaths, nothing. And then I fucking realised that everyone had ..."

He broke down into relentless sobs. I watched his shoulders jerk up and down as he burrowed his face in between his knees, hugging them tighter to himself.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"So you keep saying," he said in muffled tones.

And that was the last we spoke of each other for five days. I eventually left him to cry alone after he screamed another torrent of abuse at me. I left with both a happy and sad heart. Happy that I escaped unharmed, hopefully to never run into Harry and his wrath again, yet sad that I indeed might not run into him again.

Little did I know I was wrong.

I ran into him every day after that. I ran into him every day because he sat on a bench in the park opposite my house. And every day I would walk through the park and sit on the bench next to him and talk. He didn't respond and so I got up and left. As the days went on I spent less time trying to interact with him as he grew more scruffier, his clothes dirty, his hair tangled and an unattractive beard forming.

And then on Thursday as I walked through the park, ready to ignore him and go to the corner shop without acknowledging he was there at all, I could feel him staring at me. And although every inch of my mind was telling me not to turn and look at him, I did. And in that instant I was confident that he had forgiven me.

"Come on," I said, indicating him to follow me.

He got up off of the bench. "I haven't forgiven you," he said gruffly. So much for my theory. "But I need a place to stay."

I nodded. "Fine."

He nodded. "Thanks," he mumbled.

I shrugged. "Least I can do," I muttered truthfully. We walked in awkward silence until we were reached the end of my road. "I really am sorry, by the way," I said quietly, so he could ignore it if he chose to. I thought he had at first as he didn't reply until we reached the front door. He looked into my eyes and I saw that the shining green that had been submissively beaten into a dullish colour by the lack of food and water had now sparked back.

"I know," he replied.

"I really am sorry, Harry. I really am."

Harry nodded. "Okay."

Draco paused. This was not the response he was expecting. " ... And, well, I'm sorry that I tried to make you go out when you didn't want to," he added.

"Drake, its okay," Harry said.

Draco nodded, displeased that his insincere apology hadn't evoked the response that he had wanted Harry to give: to go out to the club with him. He didn't even know why he was that bothered truthfully. It was probably only because of the fact that Harry had first put the suggestion into his head that he was available to go that he wanted him to go so badly now. He wouldn't have had a bad night if he went alone but Draco wanted Harry to go with him now. And what Draco wanted, Draco got. By any means necessary.

"I'm still going to go," he said softly.

Harry nodded. "Okay, cool."

Draco frowned. "You don't seem too happy with it," he pointed out.

"No, I am," Harry replied truthfully.

Draco smiled. "Okay, as long as your happy babe!" He gave Harry an affectionate hug. "Well, I better start getting ready," he said, pulling away. "Now, what do I need to do?" he pondered out loud.

"Get a shower, you smell!" Harry piped up. He was reduced into a squealing foetal position on the bed as Draco tickled him mercilessly.

"Say you're sorry!" Draco commanded with a grin.

Harry curled himself up tighter into a ball but to no avail as Draco's squirming fingers tickled him in his most sensitive places. "Sorry!" he spluttered between gasps. Draco didn't relent. "Sorry! SORRY!" Harry cried, laughing so hard it was starting to hurt.

Draco leapt from a read-faced, sweaty Harry. "Well, now you're nice and smelly too, we might as well take a shower together!" he said suggestively. Harry gave him a mock-dirty look in response.

"As I was saying," Draco casting a meaningful look at Harry. "I need to take a shower, get changed, draw money from the bank, phone Ralph, Get some -"

"Phone Ralph?" Harry queried.

Draco celebrated inwardly. "Yeah ..."

Harry looked slightly confused. "Why?" he asked, unable to hide the small hint of worry in his voice from Draco.

"I'm going to ask him to come out with me," Draco replied. He left a significant pause. "Why, is that a problem?" He gleefully noted Harry's desperate attempt to plaster a smile on his face.

"No, of course not!" Harry smiled. "I just didn't know he went to Poison, that's all. It doesn't sound like his type of place."

"Oh yeah, he goes there all the time," Draco said knowledgably. "In fact, I won't even bother ringing him, he'll definitely be going." He looked at his watch. "Okay, I'm going to start getting ready now. Sure you won't join me in the shower?"

Harry's laugh sounded forced. "No, you're alright," he replied. "I'll have one later."

Better make it quick, Draco thought triumphantly as he walked down the hall to the bathroom, because I'm leaving in an hour. He had planted the seed. Now he just had to wait for it to grow

"You were right Drake, this place is fantastic," Harry shouted into Draco's ear over the music.

"Yeah I know," Draco replied, shifting away slightly from Harry. There were too many bodies and too much sweat and too much attitude for Draco's liking tonight and there was only one solution to make the bodies fewer, the sweat turn to sex and the attitude fade away. The place was too over packed and he needed something to make the night flow freely. But how to coax Harry into it?

"You were right, I think I do need to come out more," Harry shouted into his ear again. "I've forgotten how much fun we used to have."

"Yeah," Draco replied absently. Harry hadn't got the faintest idea what fun actually meant. He too used to think that getting so fucked out of his face that he couldn't stand was fun. He too used to think that seeing who could hold their drink down for the longest while the other vomited relentlessly was fun. And it was, for a while. But something bigger and better had come along and chosen Draco as its victim. Besides, the old fun was ruined anyway. Thanks to -

"Harry!" Harry turned to Draco. "I'll be back in a minute, just going to the toilet." Harry nodded and watched Draco drift away in the sea of dancers and drug users. An wave of anxiousness washed over him for what seemed like the millionth time that night. He was sure that they were going to run into Ralph at any moment, or worse, that Draco was going to run into Ralph alone.

He didn't usually buckle under insecurity or pressures of any kind, but Ralph was just too stunning too ignore. He had a perfectly flawless mirrored face, a body to die for and enough charisma for a crowd of people. He was disreputably known for breaking up couples, purposely or not, and just the thought of Draco being in the same building alone with him made Harry's stomach lurch. Draco wasn't one to stray, he'd never had any doubts about that at all, but his high alcohol consumption lowered his inhibitions dramatically, and even a drunken fumble with Ralph could eventually lead itself into so much more.

Ralph wasn't a nasty person. On the contrary he seemed rather nice the few times Harry had met him. But on learning that he was on friendly terms with Ralph, people were quick to feed him advice. He had been told that he was a man-eater and would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. He had been advised not to let Draco spend a minute alone with him and he had been regretfully informed that 'they had already most likely had sex already' as 'Ralph can't be "just friends" with guys.' Although Harry was aware that these were just rumours, he had disliked Ralph more and more ever since and upon seeing him again the last time they met, he was rather distant towards him - a reason that Draco couldn't understand.

"Hey!" He shouted thankfully as he saw Draco return - alone.

"Hey," Draco replied back dully.

"What's up?" he shouted over the music.

"Nothing. Just couldn't find ..." his voice trailed off and Harry couldn't hear what he said.

"What do you want to drink?"

"Two double vodka and cokes." Harry raised a reprimanding eyebrow. "Fine, one double vodka and coke," Draco relented. "But I'm just going to get another one straight after," he added.

Harry grinned in spite of himself and nodded his head to the music. He loved this song. "What's on the other floors?" he asked Draco.

Draco shrugged. "Just rooms with other music in them. Not that great."

Harry fought the urge to roll his eyes. All week - and even earlier today - Draco couldn't stop giving out praise to this club and now he was acting like it was the most uninteresting place in the world. He didn't know why he was acting so down but he was determined not to let it spoil his night.

"Lets dance," Harry suggested to Draco, paying the barman and grabbing their drinks. He handed one to Draco.

"I can't be bothered," Draco replied, sipping through his straw furiously.

"Lets mingle then," Harry said.

Draco thought for a moment. "Okay."

The pair drifted through the enthusiastic crowd of unaware dancers and Draco wished he was one of them. He couldn't find Mike and he was craving his usual pills. He sipped more drink through his straw but to his dismay only sucked up ice water. He indicated Harry to move towards the bar.

"You drink so fast," Harry commented.

"I'm hot and thirsty," Draco said in reply.

Harry looked thoughtful for a moment before his expression changed to a disapproving one. "Look, there's Roger. No doubt come to sell some -"

"Wait here," Draco said frantically, pushing his empty glass into Harry's hand and rushing down the stairs. Harry looked on at his boyfriend confusedly, watching him enthusiastically talk to Roger.

Then it dawned on him. He would have bet his life on it right there and then; that's how sure he was. And he would have murdered Draco right there and then; that's how mad he was.

He slammed both the empty and full glasses down on the bar and marched to the area in which Draco and Roger were conversing in. Just before Harry arrived there, Roger slipped something into Draco's hand.

"Alright Harry?" Roger exclaimed, exaggeratingly waving to him, no doubt serving as a warning to Draco.

"I'm fine," said Harry brusquely.

The atmosphere was so tense it could have been cut with a knife. "Well, I better go," Roger said, slinking away. "Nice seeing you both," and with that, sunk bank into the crowd quickly.

"What's up Harry?"

"What's in your hand Draco?"

There was an uncomfortable pause. "I asked you first," Draco said finally.

"Fine. My tempers up. Now, what's in your hand?"

"My hand?" Draco asked.

"Your hand."

"Nothing," he lied.

"Show me."

"Show you what?"

"What's in your hand."

"There's nothing in my hand."

"Good. Then show me the nothing in your hand."

"Harry, stop being an idiot!"

"I'm not being an idiot Drake, I'm concerned."

"Concerned about what?" Draco said dismissively "A lot of people do them Harry!"

"Do what?"

Draco had put his foot in it. "What?" he asked, having heard full well.

"A lot of people do what?"

"Nothing!"

"Draco!"

"Pills, Harry," Draco snapped. "Ecstasy. And yeah, so do I alright, I've done them for ages." Seeing the horrified expression on Harry's face, he chose the wrong moment to timidly ask "do you want to take one with me?"

"No!" Harry roared, causing a few people around them to stop dancing and look at them strangely. He pulled Draco to the foot of the stairs to the bar. "No, I don't," he hissed, "And neither should you."

"Why not?" Draco said defensively.

"Because they're dangerous!"

Draco rolled his eyes. "No they're not, Harry."

"Yes they are! Do you know how many people die from taking those things?"

"And do you know how many people don't die from taking them? You've got more chance of dying in a car crash!"

"Car crashes are unpreventable," Harry argued. "Nobody wants to be willingly involved in a car crash but people willingly take those things."

"You're so naïve."

"You're so stupid."

"Why? Because I like to have a good time?"

"No, because your pushing yourself closer to death."

"You sound like a boring old man," Draco said frivolously. "Look, just take one and you'll see -"

"I'm not taking one of those things," Harry snapped.

"They're pills Harry, not 'those things,'" said Draco.

"Call them what you want, I'm not taking any."

"Fine, more for me," and with that, in one quick movement, Draco tilted his head back, clapped his hand to his mouth and swallowed both of the small keys to heaven. "Yum!" he added for good measure to further taunt Harry.

Harry shook his head disgustedly. "You're so fucking stupid."

"You're the one missing out."

"Maybe so. But at least I'm not opening myself up to any risks."

"Oh please, you face risks everyday of your life," Draco replied. "You could easily get killed in a hundred different ways tomorrow."

"But you're just adding to the list of getting killed having just taken those things!"

"Well I've taken them now," Draco said airily, "So you're just going to have to watch me have a good time while you have a boring night!"

"Forget it, you're on your own," Harry snapped.

Draco shrugged and smiled knowingly. "Fine. Leave me on my own. Who knows what could happen." And leaving that horrid thought in Harry's head as he sailed off into the crowd, he was confident that Harry would follow.

Harry fumed as he followed Draco through the crowd. How could he jeopardise his life like this? How could he throw all his chances of life away just to take some drugs? It was wrong and he shouldn't be wasting his life like that. He was so angry he could have willingly punched a hole in the wall. He could have more willingly punched Draco in the face. He was living so dangerously and he didn't even care. He didn't care about him, He didn't care about himself and he didn't care about anyone. He was so fucking selfish.

"Want to go up to the other rooms?" Draco asked.

"No," said Harry sourly. "I want to go home."

"Okay, go, I'll see you later."

"Well I cant can I?" Harry snapped. "Not now you've taken those stupid things."

Draco shrugged. "Well, if you feel responsible for me ..."

"I don't."

"Well why don't you go then?"

"I want to make sure you don't do anything stupid while you're fucked out of your face," Harry said through gritted teeth.

Draco beamed. "Harry! You do care!"

He was riling him up, Harry knew it, but he tried his hardest not to let it show. Draco was acting like such a selfish fucker and he didn't know whether it was actually him or the pills talking now. His stomach was fluttering so harshly he was sure that if he burst from sheer panic, butterflies would fly out. What if Draco suddenly started acting crazy and flipping out? What if he never recovered from a crazed-up state? What if he had to spend the rest of his life in a mental hospital, not knowing who anyone or what anything was? And what if he started to have an attack? Should he tell someone that he'd taken ecstasy? He knew it was illegal but would Draco go to prison for it? But if he didn't tell, they might not be able to keep him alive. A deadened image of Draco on the floor while confused doctors tried to revive him wouldn't leave Harry's mind and he felt his eyes fill up with hot tears. His face was flushed and he needed some fresh air.

"Draco, come outside for a sec," he said, motioning for Draco to follow him, which he did willingly. They went into the small outside lounge area where Harry gulped in grateful breaths of fresh air.

"How do you feel?" he asked Draco anxiously.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Harry, I'm fine. Don't panic so much."

"I can't help it!" Harry replied shrilly. But maybe Draco did have a point, he thought to himself. He'd never actually known anyone who took ecstasy, and never saw anyone in an ecstasy fuelled state. So maybe what he'd heard were just horror stories. Even so, he was still petrified by the thoughts of a dead Draco plaguing his mind.

"I need the toilet," he said to Draco who raised an amused eyebrow.

"Okay," he said. "Do you need me to hold your hand while you go pee-pee?"

Harry gave him a disapproving glare. "I want you to come with me in case, well, you know ..."

"What? I start flipping out and then die in the middle of the dance floor having swallowed my tongue? Joke Harry!" he quickly added, seeing the look of utmost horror on his boyfriends face. "Fine I'll come with you if it makes you feel any better."

Harry led the way to the toilet, feeling somewhat foolish. Draco was the one acting normal here while he was flipping out. He needed to calm down. Turning to Draco, he said, "You know what, you don't need to come with me."

Draco smiled. "Harry, I'm coming with you. If it makes you feel better then I'll come. I don't want you to worry, you might piss all over yourself with panic!"

Harry laughed. "Seriously, I'm fine. I was just freaking out a bit before. I still don't like you taking them. In fact, I really despise you taking them and wish you didn't, but ..." he trailed off.

Draco smiled and leaned forward to magnetise them into a deep kiss. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up electrifyingly. "Thanks," he said softly. "You're the greatest boyfriend anyone could ask for."

"So are you," Harry smiled. Draco looked at him incredulously. "Well, maybe not the best. In fact, maybe you're just average!"

Draco gave him a playful smack on the ass as Harry made his way to the toilet. He smiled happily. Everything was perfect. Perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect, he chanted in his mind as he grinded down on his teeth hard.

He was gone.

Harry let out a small groan of anxiousness. How could Draco have just disappeared like this knowing full well that he was worried about him? True, the queue for the toilet had been long thanks to the cokeheads who desperately needed more lines, but he still could have waited. He looked around in a wild panic as if expecting Draco to appear suddenly in front of him.

He felt the easy tears starting to form in his eyes and he commanded himself to stop crying at once. He's probably just gone to get another drink or something. He'll probably be back in a couple of minutes, he told himself. I'll just stand here and wait for him for a few minutes, he decided.

The music took over Draco's entire body and forced him to dance. Every limb he possessed felt alive and kicking and as he danced, grinning a grinding happy smile, he felt like his life couldn't get any better. His throat felt parched but he pushed the thought to the back of his mind as he continued to dance, the music getting faster, the lights getting brighter and the people getting sexier.
Harry pushed his way through the angry crowd forcefully.

"Draco?" He yelled in vain, the music drowning out his voice. It was impossible, this was a huge club and he was never going to be able to find him. It had been twenty minutes now and he still hadn't found Draco. He might have gone home, but he couldn't leave him here alone to go and check. He might do something stupid. However, he could at least phone home and see if Draco would answer.

He forced his way near to the cloakroom where it was quieter and whipped out his mobile phone. As he scrolled through the menu, searching for the house number, a shadow fell over the already darkened screen.

"Hey."

Harry stiffened and looked behind him quickly. "Shit, you scared me!" he exclaimed to the Adonis standing behind him.

Ralph grinned, baring a perfect set of teeth. "Having a good night?"

"Yeah," Harry said, faltering a little too much.

Ralph looked concerned. "Is anything wrong?"

"No I'm ... well ... I've just lost Draco, that's all," Harry admitted.

Ralph raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

"Dra - I-I mean, Tyler," Harry stumbled. He saw the flicker of interest run through Ralph's eyes.

"Who was the first guy you mentioned? Drago?"

"Y-yeah, Drago," Harry lied. "He's just a friend that me and Tyler know. We've lost him and he doesn't speak English, so we're worried about him."

Ralph smirked. "Just a friend?" he asked. Harry nodded. "And where's Tyler?" he asked amusedly.

"Tyler? Well - he's looking for him too," he explained. "Actually, I must go and find him now, if you'll excuse me." He pushed past Ralph who had a pleased smile on his face.

"If I see him I'll tell him to find you," he called after Harry sweetly.

" ... Really want ... Up ... Haven't got ... You can ... Look so great!"

"What?"

... I really want to ... There on ... Got the guts ... Dance though! You'd ... so great!"

"I can't hear you!" Draco yelled. The guy he was talking to giggled hysterically causing Draco to burst into a fit of laughter. "Tell me again!" he instructed. Instead of trying to shout over the music, the guy gestured to the dance podiums emphatically which several people occupied, completely in their own zone, only aware of themselves and the music.

Draco forgot who he was speaking to as he walked over to the foot of the nearest podium in open-mouthed adoration. He took a few steps back as the sweaty hunk who was dancing on it made his way down the ladder. Several people instantly flocked to the base but it was Draco who got there first, elbowing people out of the way and making his way up to heaven, stumbling on a few steps of the ladder as he did so.

He looked down at the dizzying crowd and clutched onto the barrier that lay in front of him. The beat in the song stopped and he looked as the crowd swayed robotically to a non-existent rhythm before the beat kicked back in and they went wild again. He shut his eyes and allowed every element of the song to dominate him fully.

He felt special as the crowd looked at him in open-mouthed adoration. He felt admired. He felt loved.

It wasn't love.

It was merely a settlement. Harry would live with me and we would get through this together. I wasn't keen on getting through it, and Harry wasn't too bothered either. We would spend the days apart, drifting through the house like lifeless ghosts, smiling watery, meaningless smiles if we passed each other.

It was a Monday night when I suggested it. I could hear Harry's bitter sobs through the thin walls of my bedroom and I couldn't stand to hear him like this anymore. I crept softly to his room and knocked on the door.

"Harry?" He sniffed in reply. I pushed open the door and padded into his room awkwardly. "Are you okay?"

He nodded before bursting into a fresh bout of tears. "I just ... Want to die," he cried bitterly.

I chewed on my lip. "I know how you feel, but it's not worth it," I offered. "You have so much to live for."

He gave me a tear-fuelled sneer. "No I don't." His expression softened a little. "... Thanks."

I smiled in reply.

"I just want to escape from it all," he continued. I sat down on the end of his bed as he sat up and wiped his tears away. "My mind just continues to play out all this shit and I just feel like screaming at the top of my lungs and get it all out. I wish that I could just erase all the memories I had of everyone so I have nothing to feel unhappy about. I just want to fucking numb my mind."

I hesitated. I didn't want to draw him into this, but he was in such a state that I felt I had no other option.

"Do you want a drink?" I asked.

"Where's the coke?" Harry slurred.

I leant over the side of the sofa and saw two hazy empty bottles. "None left," I muttered. Harry swigged straight from the vodka bottle instead, screwing his mouth up slightly at the fire the liquid burnt into his throat.

"I just want," Harry began, before belching loudly. I giggled stupidly causing Harry to cackle at his handiwork. "To forget," he continued.

I stared at my hands for a moment. It looked like I had eighteen fingers and four thumbs. "Forget what?" I asked finally.

"I've forgotten," he mumbled. We looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Pass us some," I said, indicating the vodka bottle with an outstretched hand. Harry pulled away from me and took another swig. "You've got your own," he said breathlessly after gulping down three shots worth.

"Where?" I said, blinking around stupidly. All I could see were the four empty wine bottles.

"I don't know," Harry murmured groggily. "You were drinking from it just now - I mean earlier," he stumbled.

I laughed hysterically at his confusion. "Earlier," I corrected him, giving him a playful punch in the arm before sighing and letting myself sink into the sofa.

"What?" Harry asked at my sigh.

I clicked my tongue. "I don't know," I said. I let out a deep breath. "I feel like ... I can't explain it. It's the feeling I get when I'm listening to a sad song or something. There's something about the melody. It's like -"

"There's certain notes that tug your heartstrings," Harry finished off.

"Yes," I said, truly touched that someone else understood. He nodded, his neck swaying and drooping violently. "I think it's time we went to bed," I suggested, the sensible inner voice inside of me speaking up.

Harry giggled feebly. "So we're going to bed together?"

"Yeah!" I shot back enthusiastically.

Giggling, we managed to roll ourselves off of the comfy sofa, knocking over the dregs of a bottle of vodka in the process, and stumbled upstairs, each laughing hysterically whenever the other fell with a loud thump.

Harry reached the top of the stairs first and sank back against the wall for support. I stumbled up a few seconds later and stood in front of him, resting my hands either side of him so as not to fall over from the roller coaster ride my head was sending my body on. We stayed there for a moment, giggling at the situation we were standing in. I took in his electrifying green eyes and that hypnotic lightning-shaped scar. I saw the wild tufts of his untamed raven coloured hair and saw him. I saw everything about him and more.

"Goodnight, then!" I said softly, taking him all in.

"That's it? No goodnight kiss?" Harry sniggered.

"You want one?" I joked.

"Yeah!" he shot back.

I leaned in fast and kissed him fully on the lips, the hairs on my neck standing up erectly as our soft lips interacted with each other. I drew back softly and stared into those mesmerizing eyes.

"Harry, I'm -" But I was cut off by the urgent kiss that Harry gave back to me. I submissively let my lips part as Harry dove into my mouth with his tongue in a savage-like manner. I backed into my bedroom pulling Harry into it with me, our bodies locked by our intertwining tongues. I fell back full length onto my bed before Harry dove full length on top of me, attacking me in an animalistic manner. He bit on the fleshiest parts of my neck, causing my hips to thrust upwards into his hardening cock that was restrained by his dirty denim jeans.

"Harry should we be doing this?" I panted. He slid my jeans down in reply. "Harry you're drunk - we're both drunk."

He slid his hand up my boxer shorts and started massaging my aching cock. "I wanted to escape," he hiccupped. His hand gripped the sensitive head of my cock which made me draw a sharp breath and my hips jerk violently. "And this is my escape," he whispered into my ear. I felt his hot seductive breath on my neck and his fingers of expertise wrapped around my cock and I wanted him there and then. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rolled him onto his back. Straddling him, I attacked his mouth with my tongue ferociously, holding his arms above his head and kissed, bit and sucked every part of him.

He screamed in complete ecstasy as he leaned into my tongue desperately, willing me to take more of him in. I leant back and took my boxer shorts off while he undressed quickly. We stared at each other for a moment, fully naked. I don't know what was going through his drunken mind, but my drunken desires were being infiltrated by sensible thoughts. If he didn't go through with it, then neither would I. He had to make the first move.

"I want you in me," he snarled. I pounced on him at once.

I was hot and horny.

Draco was hot and horny as he felt the fabric of his clothes rubbing against his flesh. Ecstasy was just so fucking great, he wanted to yell out to the world how fantastic he was feeling. He never wanted to come down from this feeling. A sad feeling came into his mind as the thought of normal life returning in a couple of hours but they were quickly destroyed by the dominant pills and replaced with energy to dance.

A trickle of sweat ran down his nose and he flicked his tongue out to catch it. The salty tang added to his horniness and he wanted nothing more than to climax right there and then. More sweat began to form on his body now and he started to unbutton his shirt, desperately needing cool air. He heard a series of hoots and whistles from below and looked down to see the admiring crowd cheering him on. He grinned to himself and seductively began twisting his hips to the pulsating beat.

Harry let out a small groan of horror as he saw Draco throwing his shirt off to the crowd. His glistening chest was being exploited by the strobe lights that seemed to feature more of his chest by the second. He fought his way through the crowd as best as he could.

"Take them off babe!" one guy yelled as Draco toyed with his jeans teasingly. He slid them down to his ankles, causing the crowd to cheer.

"Boxers off! Boxers off!" they chanted admiringly. Harry pushed a small redheaded girl out of his way and got to the foot of the podium. Ignoring cries of protest and people trying to pull him back, he managed to climb up a couple of rungs on the ladder.

"Drake!" He yelled angrily.

Draco looked down in a daze and saw him. "Hey Harry," he shouted excitedly. Harry shouted something but Draco couldn't hear. Pulling up his jeans and grabbing his shirt much to the dismay of his admirers, he climbed down the ladder.

"Hi!" he cried breathlessly, embracing Harry into an affectionate hug. Harry remained stony-faced. "What's up?" he asked elatedly.

"We're going home."

"No!" Draco whined. "I don't want -"

"We're going home," Harry snapped forcefully.

Draco thrust out his lower lip dramatically but Harry barely registered it as he gripped his wrist tightly and yanked him towards the entrance of the club.

"Slow down," Draco protested, but Harry didn't comply as he strode importantly up the stairs. He halted to a stop at the doors and asked the bouncers if there were any taxis available. Sighing impatiently, he released Draco and folded his arms, tapping his foot edgily.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked apathetically with his eyes closed in a dream-like trance, dancing on the spot happily. Harry didn't bother to answer as he looked out of the doors for any available taxis.

"Harry I do love you, you know," Draco slurred, walking over to Harry and giving him a tight hug. Harry pushed him off. Draco looked stunned. "Don't you love me?" he asked in shocked tones. Harry dismissed him with a dirty look, bringing a distraught Draco near to tears. He saw a small empty glass containing clear liquid and sidled over to it innocently.

"Don't you dare," Harry said through gritted teeth as Draco picked up the glass. Draco raised it to his lips in reply. "Don't you fucking dare," Harry repeated. "You don't know where the hell that's been."

Draco shrugged, not caring about what this new and mean Harry thought. A car pulled up outside.

"Come on, put the drink down. We're going."

"No, I want to drink this first."

"Draco, come on!"

"No Harry, I'm drinking this now or I'm not going with you," Draco said obstinately.

Harry weakened and Draco downed the contents of the glass triumphantly. "God I am fucked!" he declared loudly. A few people around them laughed at his state and he joined in with them loudly.

"Come on," Harry said forcefully, pulling him outside by his wrist. The sudden hit of cool air was heavenly to Draco whose mouth was hung open, taking in as much of it as he could.

"Get in the car," Harry snapped.

"You're being horrible," Draco cried shrilly.

"Stop being stupid and just get in."

"No, I don't want to go home with you."

"Draco just get in the car."

"Stop being mean."

"Draco just get in the fucking car will you?"

"No!"

"Look mate," the taxi driver snapped to Harry, "are you guys getting in or not? Only I've got hundreds of other people who could use a ride too, you know?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I'm just, just - Oh Draco just get in please!" Harry begged.

"Stop bossing me around," Draco whined. "I don't like you tonight."

"Well could you not like me at home because that's where I'd really like to be right now."

"Home?" Draco said in horror.

"Yes, home."

"Either get in or get out of my fucking car now," the taxi driver yelled.

"Alright," snapped Harry. He grabbed Draco and manhandled him into the car. Draco bumped his head roughly on the roof of the car as Harry shoved him in the back seat, but he barely felt it as he protested that he didn't want to leave. Harry got in after him and pulled the door shut.

"Where to?" The taxi driver asked gruffly.

Harry tried to answer but he couldn't hear over Draco who was singing happily at the top of his lungs.

"Draco, shut up!" Harry roared. Draco flinched like he'd just been struck in the face. Harry gave the taxi driver their address and sank bank into the seat. He glanced at Draco who recoiled away from him. "Draco, I'm sorry," Harry said, his icy demeanour softening, "but you're acting like such an idiot." Draco folded his arms in reply and stared out of the window blankly.

"I need a pill."

"What?"

"Where can I get a pill from?"

"I don't know what you're -"

"Where the hell can I get a pill from I said!"

"Draco, there's no pills here."

"This is all your fucking fault."

"What!"

"You brought me down too fucking early and now I need a fucking pill before my head explodes."

"Draco, stop it, you sound like an addict."

Draco stormed into the kitchen pulling open a cupboard roughly. The cupboard door swung open so hard it came off of its hinges.

"Draco, calm the fuck down!" Harry roared.

Draco turned to him with flashing eyes. "It was an accident!"

"If you weren't in such a bad mood it wouldn't have happened," Harry retorted.

"Just like it didn't happen to you a couple of months back?"

"What?" Harry asked, and then flushed. "But that wasn't -"

"But nothing," Draco interrupted, "just because you've changed your lifestyle doesn't mean you can patronise me about mine."

"At least I changed my lifestyle!"

"So?"

"I got out of that vicious circle Draco and it's time you did the same."

"Oh so just because you stopped drinking and coming out every night I should do the same?" Draco asked nastily. Without waiting for an answer he added, "You know your problem Harry?"

"I'm here with you?" Harry spat.

"You couldn't handle it," Draco continued, ignoring his snappy remark. "And now you can't handle the fact that I've moved onto drugs and having a better time than you."

"I don't care! I have to work and -"

"Why does it always come down to you and that fucking job?" Draco screamed.

"Are you jealous?" Harry yelled back. "Maybe you can't handle the fact that I've got a job and you're stuck in a rut."

"I'm not stuck in a rut, I like where I am right now."

"What? Getting pilled up and drunk out of your face?"

"Yeah!"

Harry sneered. "Some life."

"At least I don't fucking work all the time! You're such a boring bastard."

"One of us needs to make money to keep this house running!"

"We have enough!" Draco shouted.

"No we don't!" Harry roared.

There was complete silence in the kitchen. "What do you mean?" Draco asked, in a dangerously low voice.

"You heard me. We don't have enough money."

"Bullshit."

"Check in the bag if you don't believe me."

"So where's it all gone?"

"To the 'every-night-is-Draco's-night' fund," Harry replied sarcastically. "No doubt you've been spending it all on drugs and alcohol."

"You're such a fucking liar, we have enough."

"Then go and check!" Harry barked. "Go on, go and check!"

"You go and check!"

"Fine!" Harry stomped upstairs unnecessarily loudly and stormed into the bedroom. Draco heard him rustling about in the cupboard and then heard a loud thump. He heard Harry dragging the rucksack of money downstairs. Marching into the kitchen, Harry threw the bag at Draco's feet with ease. "Check," he said, half-triumphantly.

Draco only had to peer in the bag to see that Harry was right. The bundle of notes that were once there had lessened considerably and even though they were in no means of becoming short of cash, they had lost a substantial amount of money. He turned to the second cupboard and took out a bottle of vodka.

"So once again you turn to the drink," Harry said disgustedly. "You're just throwing it all away Draco."

"So what?" Draco muttered defensively. "I don't care."

"Well I do!" Harry cried. Draco shrugged in reply and turned his back on Harry. He unscrewed the bottle lid.

"Draco, don't!" Harry warned.

Draco lifted the bottle to his lips, his back still turned from Harry.

"Draco don't you dare!" Harry repeated, striding towards him.

Draco took a sip of the bottle before whirling around to defend his vodka and himself from Harry's goody-two-shoes self. There was a sickening smashing sound and suddenly there was too much blood. Too much blood, too much vodka and too much glass as the bottle connected with Harry's head. Draco dropped the remains of the broken bottle in shock as he stared in horror at an uncontrollably bleeding Harry clutching his wounded head in tears.

Outside a roaring wind prepared itself for a Summer storm. Should it have stopped to take a detour through the open window, it would have found itself in the frantic company of a young couple. It would have first saw the blonde, features so worn, façade so fake standing over his partner; the darker haired man, eyes so green, face so pale, blood so red. Should it have stopped to take a detour, it would have swirled through the kitchen, encircling the dying pair in a whirlwind of shattered glass and shattered dreams.

And chapter three is done! The first half was so easy to write but the second part just took so long. After proofreading the entire chapter, the only bit that is misleading to me (so probably to some other people as well) is the ending. I'd just like to point out that neither Harry or Draco has died. I wouldn't have mentioned this except for the fact that some people might stop reading it thinking it's the end when in fact there's four chapters left.

Thank you once again to everyone who has reviewed and will review this chapter, I appreciate it so, so much guys, it's really nice to get feedback. And I PROMISE that the next update will be 'A Spiders Web!' Love Jordan x x x