THE LESSER OF TWO EVILS
:Summary: -Draco and Harry are two men, just realizing their true powers. And when they team up to cause some real damage, unknown side effects arise.
:DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, he and everyone else are the sole property of J.K. herself, my god, I worship her so. Rated R for chapters that I haven't written yet.
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Late Night.
::: I can't escape winding down these halls, Had to find a place where there are no walls, And no lines begging me to cross, Always straight ahead, better move along:::
Draco quietly recited the lines as he got ready for bed; surprisingly awake for three A.M. he kept going over the night with Harry in his mind. They had talked and listened to music, nothing funny, no come ons' or sexual invites, just two men, getting to know each other, just hanging with "the guys" as it were. It had been a long time since Draco had learned about a person, particularly an attractive male, but it felt nice to know that he could truly confide in Harry without the challenge of sex.
But the real beauty was that Draco actually learned, he now knew quite a lot about his housemate and that was comforting. Draco hadn't known of Harry's life in the limelight, nor had he known about his problems. Draco hadn't known about Harry's arrest record, but he did now, and that was good. Just in the same way, Harry hadn't known about Draco's brush with alcohol rehab, or his brief disappearance the previous summer. Harry hadn't known about Draco's reputation, or his sexual habits, but he did now, and it was a comfort to have someone to confide in. With such good thoughts on his mind Draco sat down and pulled from beneath his mattress semi-worn leather bound book filled with finger smudged ink stained pages. On the black leather cover, embossed in fading silver letters were the words MY JOURNAL.
Draco had always known it was kind of Cliche' to have a journal, and also kind of feminine, but he didn't care. He had originally gotten the idea from the film "Cruel Intentions", using the book as a record log of his sexual escapades, but he soon found himself confiding secrets in it that no one was ever meant to see. It was two years old, worn and grimy, but it was Draco's most prized possession and he loved it like it was a child, the child he hoped one day to adopt, seeing as he couldn't have children of his own. Sitting down on his bed he grabbed a pencil, twirling it in his hand he thought for a moment about what to write and upon deciding, set the lead down on a blank page.
::::My first day in the land of horrors seems to have come out better than I thought. The house I am now being forced to live in is huge; story upon story makes it look like a castle. And it houses enough bedrooms to keep every one of my lovers at home comfortable, as long as they don't mind sharing beds. My new housemate seems to be a bit of a psychopath though, he flies off the handle or straight into a depressing hole at the drop of a hat, but it's ok, what he doesn't have in sanity, he makes up for in amazing looks. Imagine, my first glance at the guy and not only was he bare naked, but he was soaking wet in a shower, MASTERBATING!!! My mother and her friend are another story though, only an hour after we arrived and she was off clubbing again, like always, I wonder if I'll get another call from the cops asking to come and get her. DAMN I hate her so much. I haven't yet had a chance to go into town to see if there are any other teenagers or whatever my age but I'll get to it soon. I'm getting sick of the only talking I do with people my age being bed talk, I wonder if I can meet a nice guy, just someone to goof around with and have fun with, and yes have amazing sex with. I guess I'll have to wait and see.
Date: January 14th Cigarettes: 1 Alcoholic units: None:::: ((A/N: Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it is the male version of Bridget Jones!!!))
Feeling his eyes droop Draco closed the book tying it securely he placed it under his mattress once more, making sure it was unseen from every angle. Falling into bed he savored the feeling of warm sheets, resting his head against the down pillow he let his pale eyelids flutter shut and take in all the sounds of the night. Willing sleep to take him over, and drag him into the dream world he much preferred to reality.
In what seemed like only moments Draco's eyes snapped back into the land of the living, drinking in the dark as he heard Harry's treble roll down the hall, speaking volumes into the nearly soundless night. "I have to stop." The voice said, "I have to stop doing this. I torture myself for something I want, something I can't have." Draco listened intently drinking the words in like water in a parched desert body. "He doesn't know, you never tell them. How do you expect to find love when you cannot find honesty? Honestly? Tell him, he has to know." And then, as abruptly as it had started, the voice stopped, leaving only stark silence, invaded by the faint squeak of bed springs as Draco tossed and turned, reviewing the thoughts in his mind. What did who have to know? How was Harry torturing himself? Confused beyond all belief Draco fell into silence. And soon into a slumber invaded my fitful dreams and unanswered questions.
A/N:;damn I have a lot of these. Sorry I haven't updated in so long but I had a mad case of writer's block, and I am a bad author for not trying to fight through it to reach my minimal fan base with my mediocre writings. That and it was a national holiday, it's kind of like a crime against humanity if you don't retract some sort of burn by getting drunk and trying light fire crackers. Ah well, I have tried my best on minimal rest. Lots of love and reviews for all!!!