hmmmm... I had a homophobe yell at me... they called me a "disgusting person". They said that "You have butchered his character in even attempting to write him in a gay fiction." Right, me and the other people reading this ficthink that slash is fine. If you have made it this far to click onto the next chapter... I think you (the reader) enjoy slash fiction. I'm just assuming. But I told you to read the warning, which is always good. I'm not sorry that I "grabbed the characters which were rightfully J.K Rowlings and put them in your sick little world" because I like my "sick little world". But hey, this is just out there, I'm not forcing you to read it deary. : )

A/N Warnings still stand.

Insomnia

Just Your Sworn Enemy...

Draco felt the wind against his face; he was loping, zooming, and bending around every corner. He smiled as he saw the way the others were staring; he loved every minute of it. He then felt it... the stinging feeling of pain, it was his guilt. He was guilty for what he had done, and ever since his father left he could think again, think for himself. He had felt the guilt, and it stabbed him in the stomach and the pain of what he had said to Harry was the main reason of his guilt. Draco then heard it, "Hey, Draco!"

Draco looked over and stopped in mid-bend, "What is it?" He glared at his friend, he hesitated, and looked away. "Well, come on, tell me." His friends urged the guy forward, "what is it already!"

"Well... you see... Draco, me and the guys-"

"The guys and I." Draco corrected, it just got annoying.

"Right... we think that you need to lighten up a little, and 'seize the day' as muggles say..." They glanced at each other, they didn't speak. Finally one impatient looking boy came forward, "We want to take you to a whorehouse." Draco froze, "Yeah, we thought that you could use some pleasuring. After all I've heard you wank-"

"That's enough." Draco hissed venomously, sounding oddly like professor Snape. "I will go, but is it a gay or straight whorehouse?" Draco knew he was gay, hell he couldn't stand girls. 'In fact... I think I'm traumatized... After all Pansy was the girl who was pining over me.' Draco shuddered.

"Ooh it's gay, I've seen what you jack off to... under your bed!" The boys started laughing and Draco scowled. Draco landed and walked away, he then yelled, "What's under my bed is not your business!" Draco stormed away, everyone had heard what he had said, but when a group of boys busted out laughing they put it together, giggling.

Nott walked over to Draco, "Hey Dra was was wondering if maybe I could use your magazines for the night." Draco let out a snort and shook his head. "Come on!"

Draco turned to him, "Nott unless you are gay then you better get out of my site in 5 seconds!" When Draco turned back around to see a smirking Nott he frowned. "What is it? Do you really want 'Gay Wizard' magazines?"

Nott let out a chuckle, "Drake we've known that you were gay before even you knew! It was so bluntly obvious, I've heard that you couldn't even get hard at the sight of Pansy na-"

"Don't even finish that sentence." Draco pulled out a magazine from under his bed, "Don't fucking tell anyone I'm gay." Nott gave Draco a mocking glare. Draco went back to writing his letter,

'Dear Blaise,

How has your summer been? I wish you could have came to Quidditch camp. My father would never approved of me sleeping with so many boys in one place... or showering, but I have to say it's fun as hell. I really wish you were here, but anyway the matter at hand is who is still fallowing 'him' still. You know I'm not, and hell I know you aren't either, but is Nott? Pansy? What about Vincent and Gregory? (I know they are going out 'secretly' and they fallow each other as if their life depended on it.)

But enough on grim matters. I won't say How I found out, but just know I'm as curvy as Japanese writing... yup the famous Draco Ma is is gay. Heh... My father would probably kill me if he knew I wouldn't be passing on our family's blood without the high risk of death.

Ahh well I'm rambling, but you know what the guys are taking me to a gay whorehouse... they found my magazines and well now they know. So they are going to take me there. What fun, I'll tell you about it when I see you at Diagon Alley in 5 days.

Drake (I figured I'd start using my ooh so dreaded nick name, don't you dare call me Drakie I will make you wear your arse for a hat if you do)'

Draco re-reads his letter and then sent it. Then he looked up as the door opened, "Drake you ready?" Draco nodded and went with the older boys.

Draco was sitting on the bed his head in his hands. 'I'm still a virgin... what am I going to do?' He wiped his eyes trying to make his vision un-blurry, he felt rage set in, 'How dare they? How DARE they!' As he heard the door open, he looked up to see a black haired boy, his tight pants clinging to his arse. It screamed, 'Slap me, fuck me, I'm a virgin!' When the boy turned his face to him, he heard the boy gasp.

"Hullo." Draco said in the most seductive tone he could muster. He heard the boy chuckle, "I... I..." Harry gave him a look and ran up to the bed in a way that Draco found most arousing. "What's your name?"

Harry gave him a questioning look, "Names don't mater babe. I don't know you, and you don't know me." Harry lied, Draco smiled slightly. "I do know this... I want your big cock to-"

Draco interrupted, "Err... can we just wait a minute?" Harry nodded and sat on the bed, he made sure his scar was covered. "Err... Boy I wanted to tell you that I don't really know what I'm doing..." Harry cursed under his breath, "Hold on Drake I'll be right back. I need to... get the lubrication I forgot it..."

Harry ran out of the room, he looked over at the many locked doors, they had a red light over top of the door to tell. Then Harry saw a room with out it; it was Zak's room. Harry walked in, a very errotic sight greeted him. "Whoa, Ben, Zak... bit to much for me." Zak brought his feet down off of Ben's shoulders, only to be scolded by his lover. "What is it Potty?"

Harry smiled, "A guy from my school showed up... he doesn't recognize me, and well... he's my enemy." Harry looked away, and turned around, as he knew Ben would probably start up again. He was sure he heard a muffled moan and Ben whisper for Zak to be quiet.

"Harry just... ooh... just fuck... ooh god harder... fuck him... mmm yeah..." Zak replied, and he heard Ben chuckle. Harry went to the refrigerator and pulled out two bottles of vodka, he would need it tonight. When he entered he saw no one, he walked around his room where he found a note with money attached to it:

'I left; I couldn't stand to think that I would be giving myself up to a complete stranger. Here's the money my buddies gave me, I'm now going back to my summer camp."

Harry sighed in relief. He would have the rest of the night off, and he decided to go out. He walked along the road, memorizing the street he was on; he went into a small ice cream pallor and sat down. He had never had ice cream before, and he had always heard people say how good it was.

He walked to the store where he saw several boys all talking collectively; Harry walked in and paid for his ice cream. He sat down eating it; he now knew why everyone loved ice cream. That's when he noticed a brown haired boy was sitting across from him; Harry raised an eyebrow, "Yes?"

The boy smirked and said, "Your gay aren't you?" Harry looked shocked, but then quickly shielded it with pride. "Yes I am, and your point is?" Harry said coldly and continued to eat his ice cream. The boy chuckled, "Your one of those whores aren't you?"

Harry was getting angry, the group boys had formed a barrier around him, he was sure that the smell of sex was radiating on him, "We are not simply whores, we are more like a family, a family for people who have never had one before. And sure we get paid for sex, but what we do is ensure that people like me have a home. People like me that don't have a family like your prissy ass." Harry stood up; he went to walk out when the boy grabbed his arm, "Get off me." Harry stated.

"Suck me off." Harry cringed. He walked away from the man.

"It's my night off." Harry walked out of the room; he was disgusted at the thought of that man. When he walked into the street that boy called to him, "Whore! Hey Whore!" Harry clenched his fists, almost drawing blood. He whipped around, "You wanna come to my house, I'll pay yo-"

"No. It's my day off, come tomorrow and ask for 'Ziegler' they will know who you are talking about," Ziegler was a boy Harry did not like very much, he was mean to Harry because he was new, and he was always pissed about something, like he had something permanently shoved up his arse. Harry continued, "now leave me in peace." Harry walked away going into new stores and looking at clothes. When the boy fallowed him he got very pissed. "Whore you will do as your asked, now fuck me in my car." The group of boys laughed and Harry turned, spinning around, his eyes livid.

"I will NOT! Now get AWAY from me!" Harry screamed in a deadly tone, the boy laughed and took Harry's hand, as the store owner came over. "Is there a problem here?"

"Yes, he..." he pointed at the boy with his hand that wasn't being restrained in a deadly tight grip. "he won't leave me alone, sir." The store owner looked startled at being called 'sir', and smiled warmly. "Now you boys leave this poor little boy alone." Harry smiled at the man.

"But dude, I paid him to have sex with me tonight, he's one of those whores and he hasn't done his deeds yet." Harry's face hardene loo looked at the boy, stony features with patches of ice. "Is this true?"

Harry looked up and said, "No." the boys were shooed out and Harry sighed gratefully, he sat down his head in his hands. Even Ziegler didn't deserve that bastard. Harry sat like that for a while, wanting nothing more then to get out of being a whore.

Harry thanked the store owner several times, and smiled at him kindly, he ended up deep in conversation when he mentioned that he was from Surry. The man smiled, "Really I have a cousin over there... well morke hke had, when my wife died I was taken out of the family because the family really didn't like me... and then just weeks latter this horrid car accident happened and these 2 poor people that I had been related to died and ooh the son had to live with that horrid family... ooh I had wished that I coul tak taken that little boy away from those people... But I was not family..." Harry's eyes widened with every word.

"Was by any chance their name the Dursleys?" The man frowned, and Harry's face fell. Of course not. It was just some odd covindidence, Harry didn't wait for an answer he shrugged, "Sorry... I just thought that maybe you could help the boy... because I'm him..."

"Sorry, but it's been many years, the family's name sound familiar, but I don't know." Harry nodded, the man was quite old, "Sorry to burden you with questions, but what was your wife's maiden name?" The man looked thoughtful, "Chambers" Harry's face fell even more.

Harry talked a bit more, but soon the store had to close so he left and went
rry rry was fuming by the time he got home, he had been asked to give 14 people hand jobs, 9 people wanted him to take him home and fuck him, and 21 bloody people wantem tom to drop to his knees and suck them off.

Harry was livid as he ran into his room, now he wished he was at the Dursleys' Harry let out a scream, he kicked the door mutiple times, and when he heard a voice from outside did he open it up, "You okay Harry?" Asked Ivan, Harry nodded and let himself calm down a bit. "So how was your all nighter Harry?"

Harry laughed, "I've had the easiest night yet, I didn't have to do a thing, he wimped out because he was a little virgin, like me..." Harry smiled, "So I went out and got asked if I was a whore, asked if I would fuck people... but I turned them down, telling them that it was my day off.

Then he heard screams, "What do you mean? You want the day off in a week?" It was Ryan, "You two! I need everyone here, but maybe 1... but 2 is unacceptable!" It was Zak and Ben.

"But Ryan, it's our 3 year anniversary!" Ryan didn't seem to care. He mocked them, "And what's next? Ooh Ryan it's our anniversary when we first had sex!" Zak's face fell, and Ben got angry, "RYAN! This is our fucking anniversary! We have had 3 years of no dinner out, just exchanging a few kisses and simple presents because we were saving up for our dinner out. And finally we have enough, and you have the nerve to say that our anniversary means nothing!"

Ben stood his ground and Zak had tears overflowing his eyes, "Please Ryan!" Zak cried out, tears never ceasing to fall. "Please... it's been years since we've had a proper date." Ryan seemed ofteoften at the sight of Zak crying, Zak rarely cried, only when he had a very good reason. Harry wished now that Ryan would say yes.

Ryan looked thoughtful and then said, "Sure, as long as this doesn't become something done often." Zak wiped his eyes, and smiled at his boss. "Thanks Ryan!" Zak kissed Ben and smiled through tear filled eyes at his lover. Harry felt a shy smile place itself on his lips. He loved the relationship Zak and Ben had, it was loving, yet exotic.

Harry then turned his eyes to his door, he walked into his eyes and what met them shocked him. Draco Malfoy was in his bed, obviously naked even though the sheet covered his lower torso. He was reading a book and when he saw Draco look up and smirk did he know something bad was going to happen.

"Hello Potty."

A/n I didn't like this chapter, infact I hated it, in my opinion it was to sappy and crappy, but it will get better! I Promise! I have written out the plot to help me along, it's 39 chapters... might get slightly altered along the way, but it s ars arse. But I promise chapters will get better!

SORRY! No Draco/Harry shagging quite yet, that comes later:-P
Don't own them, blah...