disclaimer: Harry Potter and co. belong to J.K. Rowling. I'm not her. The song Brandon Lee belongs to The 69 eyes. I'm not anyone of them. The song Rapture of lust belongs to For my pain... I'm not anyone of them.

warnings: Slash, jealousy, cutting, hints for child abuse.

A/N: I'm here! I was bored so I wrote this. When I started I was really depressed and basically wanted to slit my wrists, but writing the short piece about Draco really helped me. I promised you slash and angst, so here you have a little bit of both. Now before I forget, thank you RazorbladeRose for absolutely everything you did for me and this fic. I really love the picture you drew. And I hate you for leaving me alone in this cruel world, when you're off some hippie-camp again. 

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Wanted a heart wanted a soul

More than anything else in this world

But we are doomed

Our flesh in wounds

Harry sat on his bed playing his guitar. Suddenly the door swung open and Devian stormed in.

He sat on the floor Indian-style and started to stare Harry.

"Harry."

"Devian."

"Do you know that Cat is in your sister's room choking her with his tongue?"

Harry just grinned. "I'm glad Sara finally forgot her crush on you and moved on."

Devian gave him a puzzled look. "No, I meant Susan the Psycho. Sara has a crush on me?"

Harry raised an eyebrow surprised. Then he cursed in his mind. Sara would kill him. "What? No, of course not. What makes you think that?"

"You just said so. Seriously Harry, does she have a crush on me?"

"Well..." Harry hesitated. "Sort of. Yeah, she does. But promise me you won't tell her that you know. I swear to god she will kill me if she finds out that I told you."

Devian grinned. "Don't worry, I won't say a word. I'm not interested."

Harry was slightly taken aback by this. "Why not?"

"I'm already taken." Devian told.

"Really? You never told me you have a girlfriend?"

"That's because I don't- Um... Never mind."

"What? You don't what?" Harry asked curiously.

"Nothing. Just forget I said anything." Harry noticed Devian blush.

"Do you mean you have a... Boyfriend?" He asked carefully.

Devian blushed furiously.

"You do! Who?"

Devian blushed even more if possible.

"C'mon Dev, you can tell me. Is it that blond in your next door? I bet it's him-"

Devian shook his head. "No, it's not him."

"Well, who then?"

"Look, we kind of... We haven't told anyone and I don't think he'll be pleased if I tell you."

"Fine. Be boring." Then he remembered what Devian had said earlier. "So, Cat's making out with Susan?"

"Yep. That's just... Disgusting."

"Why thank you, Devian. I'm so glad to hear you're happy for me."

Devian jumped and turned around. "Cat, hi. Didn't see you there."

Cat leaned on the doorframe. "Of course you didn't. You never see anyone who isn't interested in you."

Shivers went on Harry's spine. Cat could be really creepy sometimes. Well, at least he and Susan made a good match.

"Anyway, I'm leaving. See ya on Monday." And so Cat left.

"Why are we calling him Cat?" Devian asked. "Lestat would suit him better."

"He's not a vampire, Dev."

"How'd you know? Haven't you ever seen his eyeteeth? No wait, they're bloody fangs!"

Harry just laughed. "You should really control your imagination. There are no vampires. And if there was, Cat wouldn't be one. Trust me, he's not a Lestat junior."

"He talks like Lestat in Queen of the damned. You know, the movie." Devian said, eyeing the door and waiting when Cat would come back in. He didn't come.

Harry took his guitar and played a random melody. Then he started to sing quietly: "Let me follow you, Lestat..."

Devian glared at him.

"Let me follow you, Lestat. Let me creep in the dark, Lestat..."

"Okay, okay! You made your point!" Devian cried. "But that song sounds pretty good."

"I just made it up, Dev." Harry said raising an eyebrow.

"Write it down." Devian told and opened the door. "I'll see you in school." Then he left too.

Harry put his guitar away and lay down on the bed. He closed his eyes and saw Draco in his mind.

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Draco sat in his room, lights out. He leaned on the door so no one could get in. He was shaking and he was trying to catch his breath. His father's words echoed in his mind:

"Be a good boy, Draco. Always be a good boy."

He wanted to cry but he couldn't. He had forgotten how to cry. As he thought about his father's long fingers on his pale chest, he felt nauseous. He quickly pulled the trashcan to him.

Well, lunch sucked anyway, he thought as he put the trashcan away.

Now Draco was shaking even more. He tried to stand up but he immediately fell on his knees. He lay down on the floor and pulled his legs against his chest, cursing his life.

It had been always like that. Ever since he was born, he sensed that something was wrong. There was no love in the family.

Draco had tried to run away, while they still had lived in England. But they caught him and after his father was done with him, he didn't come out of his room for a week. Then they moved in States, in Hogsmeade. Apparently his parents thought that he wouldn't try to run away in the new environment.

Draco slowly sat up and leaned on the door again. He took his little knife out of his pocket and rolled up his sleeve. There were scars on the pale skin. Some of them were new, still red. Some of them were old, so old that you could barely see them.

He pressed the sharp blade on his flesh and cut. Blood started streaming and he sighed. Draco cut another wound and then put the knife away, closing his eyes and feeling the familiar pain. Soon he fell asleep.

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"Okay, one more time." Harry told between gritted teeth. "We can do it, it's not that hard."

Devian rolled his eyes. "We could do it, if Cat started to concentrate, for a change."

Cat turned to look at him. His eyes were flaming dangerously. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing honey, just nothing." Devian replied, smirking.

Cat's eyes stopped flaming and his face came softer. "It's always just nothing." He muttered, slightly grinning.

"Are you two lovebirds ready or should we give you some private time?" Harry asked, not noticing how Rory's eyes flashed in jealousy.

"No need, but thanks anyway dear." Devian winked at Harry. They finally started playing.

The crestfallen one

Drowned into lies

Your promises in beautiful disguise

I see it from your eyes

The sweetest demise

The flame of your life, so sweet sacrifice

Rory tried to concentrate on playing but it was hard. He kept glaring at Cat. He knew that there was absolutely nothing going on between Cat and Devian, Cat was straight. But he couldn't help his jealousy.

This is the game you want me to join in

It is your world, there's nothing to believe in

The rapture of the lust

The ruins of my trust

I will take your heart because you took mine

The rapture of the lust

The ruins of my trust

I will take your heart because you took mine

Exactly, there was nothing going on between Cat and Dev. They were just friends, they had acted like that since they were fourteen. It was kind of weird that they were friends. Most of the time Devian thought Cat was creepy and scary and all that.

Cat liked his own company, he didn't care much for parties. He was pale and skinny and scary-looking. He had been that for ages. When Devian introduced Harry to Cat when they were thirteen, Harry had been terrified. Cat hadn't look like a normal thirteen year old back then. He had looked like a weird fifteen year old. Cat used his spare time in his dark room, playing his guitar, listening depressing gothic metal-music, reading manga and drawing.

It's written in my mind

Painted in my heart

Temptation nearly tears up my scars

The mirror never lies

See the eyes of despise

You raped my dream so I will take you down

Devian loved parties, he was the party-animal of the band. He was also pale, but he was muscular and eye-catching. He absolutely loved meeting new people and he was good at making everybody laugh. When he was alone, he usually played his drums in their cellar as loud as he could until his sister came to scream him to stop. He never did.

And still, those two were best friends, had been since they were seven.

This is the game you want me to join

It is your world, there's nothing to believe in

The rapture of the lust

The ruins of my trust

I will take your heart because you took mine

The rapture of the lust

The ruins of my trust

I will take your heart because you took mine

Devian took a deep breath after they stopped. "That was beautiful."

"Of course, it was me who sang." Harry grinned.

Cat rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

"You say, darling." Devian continued for him. Cat stuck out his tongue, making his friend burst out laughing. Have you ever seen a guy like Cat stick out his tongue? It is funny.

Rory tried his best not to growl. Instead he packed up his bass. "Look, I got to go now. I'll see ya all tomorrow."

Devian immediately stood up. "Wait for me, okay Rory? Hardy, can I leave my drums here for few hours? I'll pick them up later tonight."

Harry nodded. "Yeah sure. You can leave them here for the night too, if you want."

"Hell no! We're not playing tomorrow and you do you seriously think I could live a day without my babies?"

Harry just grinned as Rory and Devian left the garage.

"What's going on, Rory? You've been quiet today." Devian asked, wrapping his arm around other boy's waist after they had got further from the house.

Rory stepped away from Devian's arm. "Nothing's going on. I think."

"What'd you mean, babe?" The black-haired boy looked at his companion confused.

Rory shook his head. "Nothing. Just forget it."

"No, seriously, tell me."

"Well... You and Cat-"

Devian instantly realized what was going on. "Rory, baby, you're not jealous about Cat, are ya?"

"No, of course not!" Rory cried, not very convincing.

"Honey, he's my best friend. That's all, I swear."

"Yeah, you also swore that you wouldn't drool over that blondie from your next door anymore."

"I don't drool."

"Oh please! I've seen how you look at him. You used to look at me the same way."

Devian took Rory's hand and they stopped walking. "Baby, I don't know why you're acting so jealous. I don't think I've done anything to deserve it. You're just being paranoid. Yes, I may look at the blondie sometimes. He has a cute butt, you know. But I think your butt is much cuter." He grinned and pinched Rory's ass.

Rory gave him a small smile. "I'm not acting jealous." He muttered.

Devian laughed and kissed him. "Yeah right, and I'm not madly in love with you."

"You're not?"

Dev sighed. "Honestly, how can I love a guy who doesn't know when I'm being sarcastic?"

"Well," Rory started. "'Cause I'm smart and sexy and funny and sexy-"

"You already said sexy."

"Because I just am so sexy. And I'm also the best bass player ever."

"Well, you don't need much for that anyway."

"Shut up. And I'm also smart and sexy and funny and gorgeous and hot and-"

"Okay, okay, I got your point."

"And I'm madly in love with you."

"No shit Sherlock?"

"Well, no shit. Now, take me home Watson."

"My pleasure, sweetheart."

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A/N: Aww... Dev and Rory are so sweet... Okay, tell me what you think. And again, the song Harry sang ("Let me follow you, Lestat. Let me follow you, Lestat. Let me creep in the dark, Lestat..."), that's mine. I wrote it. I got my inspiration from the movie Queen of the damned. I saw it a while ago. Stuart Townsend was sooo hot... "grin" I love vampires... well, I am a vampire so... Anyway, review please!

reviews:

Lady Kaylan Noelle: Thank you. Susan is scary, I know. I just read the book And I don't want to live this life, so I was influenced by it when I was creating Susan. RazorbladeRose: Terribly sorry, hun. I thanked you now, like I promised. I'm glad you still like the fic. Don't argue with my brother, he's not worth it. And I'm the one who should hate YOU. You're cheating me... I hate you... Katatonia: Um... Okay, thanks, I guess. grin: Okay... Thank you, I'm glad you like it. I know that my grammar is what it is... Thanks...