Bye Bye Boyfriend Chapter 2: Addicted, a harry potter fanfic

Skit: I own nothing! Wish I did but I only own the plot… sad sigh…

This is to the song Addicted by simple plan! The last chapter was to the song Bye Bye Boyfriend by Fefe Dobson!

Well, enjoy! I lurve you all

Addicted

"What?" Harry almost winced at the hurt he heard in the other boys voice, but he held his ground.

"It's over Draco." He tried to turn away, tried to block out the look of complete confusion I the other boy's eyes, but he was stopped by hands on his wrist. Hands that had held him close when he cried, hands that had left scratch marks on his back just the night before, hands that knew how to put him back together every time someone tried to tare him apart.

I heard you're doin' okay
But I want you to know
I'm addic-
I'm addicted to you

"Why?" The blonde whispered, holding Harry's wrist like a lifeline. Harry almost gave in right there, but no… he had to do this for Draco's sake.

"Voldemort-"

"Is dead, Potter." Draco's voice had gone cold.

"It's not just that, his followers… we argue all the time… and people will talk!"

"People will talk? PEOPLE WILL TALK?" Draco raged, "Potter, the whole school knows about us already! No on cares!" He had a point and this was what was making it so hard on Harry, he was afraid that if he let Draco in, he wouldn't be able to let go.

I can't pretend I don't care
When you don't think about me
Do you think I deserve this?
I try to make you happy
But you left anyway

"Look, it's over Malfoy." And with that Harry left. Part of him wanted to run back to Draco and take to boy into his arms and tell him what a right prat he had been, part of him wanted Draco grab his arm again, force him to stay, but neither happened and so Harry returned to the Gryffindor tower and retreated straight to his room. Leaving a grinning Ron and an almost crying Hermione.

Draco had become friends with Hermione and she knew that Harry was making a mistake; she just hoped it was one that would soon be fixed.

The next morning Harry woke in an incredibly horrible mood. For one thing, it was the first time he had slept alone is three months and for another, he wasn't woken by the voice of his boyfriend telling him to get his lazy arse out of bed.

When he entered the great hall he kept his eyes to the floor and did his best to ignore the Slytherin table. The Slytherin table, however, seemed to not sense this. Well, one particular Slytherin any way.

I'm tryin' to forget
But I'm addicted to you
But I wanted
And I needed
I'm addicted to you
Now it's over
Can't forget what you said
And I never
Want to do this again
Heartbreaker
Heartbreaker
Heartbreaker

Draco sat down next to Harry and promptly began to eat some bits of toast Harry had already placed on his plate. Harry stared.

"What are you doing?" He snapped, though not really out of anger. Draco rolled his eyes,

"Look Harry, I don't know what you were thinking last night, but I forbid you to break up with me, it's just simply not logical." Harry's eyes blazed,

"You forbid me? You can't forbid me from breaking up with you Malfoy." Draco raised a well-plucked eyebrow at the green eyed Gryffindor, then he stood and shrugged,

"Fine. I'll let you eat your breakfast, but you'll change your mind." And with that he strolled over to the Slytherin table and took his place between Blaise Zambini and Greg Goyle.

Since the day I met you
And after all we've been through
Still addic-
I'm addicted to you
I think you know that it's true

"The nerve!" Harry ranted as they waited outside the potions classroom. Ron's grin widened, but Hermione just shook her head in disgust and ignored him.

"You did the right thing Harry." Ron said giddily, Hermione's scowl deepened.

"Hey Drake, will you go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?" Blaise asked, just as they pulled up next to the Gryffindor trio. Draco smirked and shot a glance at Harry,

"Sure, what time?" Harry's hands were shaking with suppressed rage as they entered the classroom.

I'd run a thousand miles to get to you
Do you think I deserve this
I tried to make you happy
I did all that I could
Just to treat you good in every way

The rest of the day went by relatively smoothly as Harry did his best to forget that the blonde haired Adonis ever existed. That is until that night when Draco deemed it appropriate to give a little show on his broom, supposedly for Blaise.

He flew just a few yards above the ground before removing his robes and letting them fall to the ground. An amazing coincidence it happened to be that Harry was sitting by the exact same window that he was flying in front of… go figure.

Also, another handy wonder was that it happened to be raining… in only the spot Draco was flying…yep nothing weird about that.

He ground him hips into his broom and threw his head back, letting the "rain" hit his chest and slide down to gather deliciously at his hips. Harry became suddenly thirsty and his eyes seemed to be glued to the sight not far from the Gryffindor tower window.

Draco let his hands wander his body, letting out loud moans and arching off his broom, which seemed to have mysteriously acquired a vibrating motion…

When the blonde managed a glance toward the window, he felt his face fall. Harry was no where I site.

Touching down on the ground, Draco decided to head in to take a shower. He stepped into one of the open cubicles and took off the remainder of his clothes, tossing them haphazardly on the bathroom floor.

He turned the water on cold, and was about to reach for the soap when someone beat him to it. Warm hands traveled down his back and around to his chest, stopping to play with the hard nubs he found there.

How long will I be waiting
Till the end of time
I don't know why I'm still waiting
I can't make you mine

I'm trying to forget
But I'm addicted to you
But I wanted
And I needed
I'm addicted to you

"You could be in danger…" A husky voice whispered into his ear.

"You'll save me." He gasped as those hands traveled lower.

"People will talk, they won't all like it."

"Most will, I don't….mmmm… care." He moaned as a pair of lips found that spot just at the bottom of his neck.

"We'll argue a lot." The voice finally whispered.

"Make-up sex is the best kind there is."

That night if you happened to be passing the Quidditch showers you would be able to hear screams of pleasure, before mysteriously losing your memory.

I'm trying to forget
But I'm addicted to you
But I wanted
And I needed
I'm addicted to you
Now it's over
Can't forget what you said
And I never
Want to do this again
Heartbreaker
Heartbreaker
Heartbreaker

I'm addicted to you
Heartbreaker
I'm addicted to you
Heartbreaker
I'm addicted to you
Heartbreaker
I'm addicted to you
Heartbreaker

Skit: Whoot whoot! Chapter two! I've already got ideas for chapter 3! Bring on the reviews