disclaimer: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy belong to J.K. Rowling and I am not her. The song Untitled belongs to Simple Plan. And I am not anyone of them.
warnings: Harry and Draco under the same roof. A word "fuck".
A/N: Here again, sorry for the wait. I've just been lazy. Anyway, here you go (again);
I open my eyes
I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light
I can't remember how
I can't remember why
I'm lying here tonight
"Draco!"
A powerful knock hit on the door of Draco's room. The blonde himself jumped. "I'm not decent." He told.
"I don't think you have anything I don't have, unless you're some kind of a freak."
"What'd you want, Harry?"
"You have my backpack?"
Draco looked around. "That black one with a skull?"
"Yeah. You have it then?"
He kneeled down to the backpack and played with its zipper. "Yes, I have it."
"Well, could I get it back?"
"It's the middle of the night, why you need it now?" The boy asked and stood up with the backpack.
"There's some stuff I need."
"What kind of stuff?"
"Draco, do not fuck- Just give it to me, okay?"
Draco finally opened the door. He was wearing only a pair of black boxers. As he noticed, Harry was wearing only a pair of deep blood red boxers.
"Well?" Harry was very pissed off right now. He needed his cocaine, his cocaine was in the backpack and Draco had the backpack. It was not going well.
"Say please." Draco smirked.
And something in Harry's head snapped. He slammed the blonde against the wall and threw the backpack on the floor. "I'm gonna give you a very good piece of advice, Draco." He snarled. "If you wanna be alive when they come to get us, do not mess with my stuff." If the situation hadn't been what it was, their pose would've been rather sexy. Harry was holding both of Draco's hands above his head against the wall with his hand. His other hand was on Draco's neck and there were no air between their bodies. "Understood?"
Draco licked his lower lip quickly. "What's in that bag?"
Harry stepped back, took the bag from the floor, went into his room and slammed the door closed.
And I can't stand the pain
And I can't make it go away
No I can't stand the pain
Harry lay down on the bed and rubbed his forehead. A dirty mirror was on his desk and a rolled up bill was next to it. Now he was feeling rather good again.
Fuck, I miss Francis, he thought. He so wanted to call him, hear his voice. Phone. There was a phone in the house. Where was it? Downstairs. Yes, downstairs in the hallway. He stood up and went to look for the phone.
"There you are, baby." He laughed hoarsely and dialed the number. He had memorized it a long time ago. Soon there was a sleepy voice on the other end of the line.
"Hello?"
"Fran?" Harry asked softly. It felt so good to hear that voice again. "It's me, Harry."
"Harry?" Suddenly the voice wasn't so sleepy anymore. "Is it really you, baby?"
"Yeah, it's me. Did I wake you up?"
Francis ignored the question. "Shit, Harry, what's going on? I thought I was never gonna here from you again."
"I-" Harry laughed a short laugh as he was sitting on the floor and leaning on the wall. "I really fucked up."
"What happened?"
"I beat up this guy, an asshole, he totally deserved it, and they almost kicked me out of school. And they kind of did."
"So you're in Surrey now?"
"No, I'm in Vilinburg."
"Where in fuck is that and what the hell are you doing there?"
"It's a long story." Harry said. "Actually, I just called you 'cause… I missed you."
"Are you high?"
"I tell you I miss you and you ask am I high? Gee, thanks. And yes, I am."
"Call me when you're sober, okay baby?" Then he hung up.
"Thanks a lot, blondie." Harry muttered.
How could this happen to me
I've made my mistakes
Got no where to run
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me
"Hey psycho."
Harry looked up. What the hell was Draco doing standing there for?
"Who was that?"
Harry gave him a very disbelieved look. "How is that your business?"
Draco sighed. "We're going to be living together for four months. I think we should at least try to get along."
The raven haired teen blinked. Did Draco Malfoy just say that he and Harry Potter should get along? Okay, I'm high on drugs, maybe I imagined it. "Sorry, I have something wrong with my ears. What?"
"I'm just saying that we're never gonna make it alive if we're on each other's throats all the time. I mean, I thought you were gonna kill me because of that bag. So, what you say?"
Harry blinked. "Are you alright? I mean, you have fever or something?"
"Maybe we should talk about this in the morning."
"Maybe we should take you to see a doctor."
"Maybe we should get you to sleep."
"Maybe we should shut your mouth."
Draco sighed. "Maybe we should stop talking to each other."
"An excellent idea!" Harry exclaimed. "You do that and I'll call the doctor."
"Do you always act like a mental case or just tonight?"
"Did you sense of humor run away with your soul or does it just have the day off?"
"Are you a mental case?"
"Should I be?"
"Oh dear Merlin, I'm stuck with a lunatic."
Harry stood up. "Well you have fun with him, I'm going to bed."
Everybody's screaming
I try to make a sound but no one hears me
I'm slipping off the edge
I'm hanging by a thread
I wanna start this over again
Draco watched the shaky boy go back to upstairs. Something was definitely wrong with him. But that was not Draco's problem. He was stuck with a lunatic with no contact to the wizard world. That was his problem. And where in hell was Lucifer? Bloody owl… Draco had sent his father a message ages ago but he hadn't answered. Why not? The blonde sighed and returned to his room. He sat on the bed and stared out of the window. It was still raining.
He gave a look on the mirror on the wall. He sure was rather good-looking. Hell, he was totally hot. Every girl's (and boy's) dream. But who was his dream? Pansy Parkinson?
He laughed at loud at the thought. No way did he dream of Pansy. He dreamed of no one. Malfoys didn't love or fantasize. Malfoys took what they wanted. And Draco was a Malfoy.
And right now he was a very sleepy Malfoy.
So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered
And I can't explain what happened
And I can't erase the things that I've done
No I can't
Both boys were fast asleep when two owls flew in from the chimney. They both had letters which they left on the kitchen table and found a place to sleep.
How could this happen to me
I've made my mistakes
Got no where to run
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me
A/N: Believe it or not, but I'm still not a mind reader. So press that tiny 'Go'-button down there and tell me what you think.
reviews:
Chance Phoenix: dramatic sigh Fine, I'll write more. As if you could make me stop angel smile Anyway, maybe I am a bit emo myself (though I don't like labeling) and it sure took me a while. The time line is definitely the problem here. And yes, you've got to stop rambling. Cruel,but it's a cruel world out there. You could make JK cry? Huh. Well, you didn't make me (I bet you're really disappointed now smile) Anyway... Goldensong: I obviously am not a quick reader, only half way now. Oh well, I'll still try to update as soon as possible.
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