disclaimer: Harry Potter and co. belongs to J.K. Rowling. I am not her. The song Brandon Lee belongs to The 69 eyes. I am not anyone of them.

warnings: Slash, hints for child abuse.

A/N: This took me longenough. I was suffering a writer's block so... Anyway, the point is that I finally updated! Read it. I wrotefor almost a month, you're so reading it. "sweet smile"

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I would never give in

Just like the moon does

We rise'n'shine'n'fall

Over you that I rise'n'shine'n'crawl

Victims aren't we all

Draco hit his head on his locker and groaned. He hated school. Well, he did hate everything else in his life, so why not school too?

"It's not gonna open like that." A voice came behind him. "Trust me, I've tried several times."

Draco turned around and saw Harry grinning in front of him. "I thought I should give it a one more go." He replied, smiling sadly.

"You never know unless you try it yourself." Harry agreed. "Anyway, I was wondering if you'd walk home with me?"

Draco nodded. "Why not. What happened to all of your friends?"

"They abandoned me." Harry muttered, faking to be miserable. "But you won't, will you?"

Draco couldn't help but laugh at Harry's face. "I won't, I promise."

"Really? You have no idea what you just did, my friend." Harry smirked mischievously.

"Oh please." Draco rolled his eyes. "Let's get the hell out of here."

"You must be an angel sent from heaven." Harry announced. Draco gave him an odd look. He just smiled an angelic smile to him. The blond just shook his head, slightly blushing.

"Can I ask you something?" Harry asked when they walked out of the school building. "Why did you move here?"

Draco stiffened. "Pardon?"

"I mean, why did you change London for Hogsmeade? You are from London, right?"

The smaller boy nodded. "Yes, I am."

"Where there?"

"We lived in Knockturn Alley."

Harry raised his eyebrows. "Never heard of it."

"Well, you haven't lived in London, have you? It's near the Diagon Alley. You have heard about that, right?"

"Yeah, I have. I mean, who hasn't? So, why did you move?"

"Um… We…" Draco wasn't quite sure what to say. "My parents just wanted to… Get me out of the big city, I suppose."

Harry nodded in understanding. "I can see why. But still… If I lived in a big city like London or New York, I'd never leave."

"You only say that 'cause you haven't lived there. But I wouldn't have wanted to leave, either. It's so much easier to disappear in a big city…" His voice faded. He gave one quick look at Harry and realized he had said too much.

"Why would you want to disappear?" Harry asked.

Draco's eyes widened as he had been terrified. "Um… What? I wouldn't! Just… Forget I said anything, okay?"

Harry nodded. "Okay." He said, still wondering why Draco would want to disappear. "So, um… What's up with the shirt?"

The blond gave him a puzzled look. "What about it?"

"It's long-sleeved." Harry nodded towards the black shirt. Draco still didn't get it. Then he realized that sun was shining from the cloudless sky and it was the hottest day since July.

"I like long-sleeved shirts." Draco replied simply and gazed down. He couldn't afford Harry to find out his little secret. Well, secrets. So bring up the attitude. He didn't want to, he liked Harry. But Harry was one curious kid. So he had no choice but put up the wall and be one nasty bastard.

They stopped walking in front of Draco's house. The car was gone, but his mother was home. She always was.

"Bye." Draco said, rather coldly, and turned around to leave. Harry grabbed his arm.

"Draco? Are you alright?" He asked, sounding worried.

"Yes, of course." Draco said with his incredibly sexy British accent. Harry studied his face. There was no sign of the blushing and nervous teen that had been there earlier. Harry snapped back to reality when Draco cleared his throat. "Harry? Could you let go of my arm? I would like to get inside before the dusk."

"Um…" Harry hesitated. He didn't want Draco to leave yet. "Do you wanna come to my place?"

Draco gave him a questioning look. Harry felt himself blush. Shit! "I mean, if you're not in a hurry. I…"

"Actually, I am in a hurry. I have to get inside before-"

"Before what?"

Draco got angry at himself. He wasn't supposed to say that! "Before my mother gets worried." He said, eyes flashing. Harry got suddenly nervous. Those eyes made Draco look dangerous.

"Then you better go." He said and let go of Draco's arm. Draco didn't answer, he just simply went inside leaving Harry to feeling extremely stupid.

Draco closed the door behind him and sighed. In a way he was safe and in a way… He wasn't.

"Draco!"

He definitely wasn't.

"Draco! Get your lazy ass in here!"

"All the screaming mothers of the world unite…" Draco muttered bitterly and walked in the kitchen. "What is it, mother?"

Narcissa Malfoy stood by the window the platinum hair in plait. Her cold grey eyes turned to look at her son. Her very good-looking son with the same platinum hair and grey eyes and muscular but skinny frame. "Who was that boy you were walking with?"

"Now you're spying on me?" Draco asked, not answering the question.

"Who?" She asked, demanded.

"No one. A kid from my school."

"He didn't seem a no one to me."

Draco got annoyed by this interrogation. "What? Am I not allowed to have friends anymore?!" He snapped. "Just mind your own business!" He turned to leave the kitchen.

"Your father will hear about this, Draco."

The boy froze. He slowly turned around, his eyes full of terror. "About what?" He asked, trying to sound careless. "I didn't do anything."

"How many times he has told you not to yell to your mother, Draco?" Narcissa asked. "Quite many. But I guess he has to do it again."

Draco's eyes went wide. "You wouldn't!" He gasped. He remembered very clearly the last time Lucius Malfoy had told him not to shout to his mother. It had been a while since that time. But he remembered. He could never forget. "Mother…" He started. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. There's no need to bother him with this."

The door was opened and closed. Steps were coming near. Someone was standing next to Draco.

"What are you doing home so early, Lucius?" Narcissa asked. Draco took a sharp breath. This was it. Mom, if you ever loved me…

"I thought I should spend some time with my family." Lucius Malfoy said with the smooth voice of his. His eyes turned to his son. "Did you just come?"

Draco nodded. "Yes."

"Helping your mother with the dinner?"

"Actually, I should go and do my homework."

Lucius stepped right in front of him so their eyes met. "Have you been good, boy?"

Draco didn't even blink. He couldn't get a word out of his mouth. He was terrified. What if Narcissa would tell that he had yelled at her? What if…

"Answer me, boy. Have you been good?"

The smaller blond turned on the attitude again. He looked his father straight into his eyes. "Yes."

Lucius smirked. "Good. Now go and do your homework."

Draco gave his father a mock-smile and left the kitchen. He ran up the stairs and slammed his door closed. His body was shaking and he couldn't breathe.

"Have you been good, boy?"

He shivered and he felt sick. He had to get out. Father would kill him if he left now but he couldn't help himself. He ran out of the house and across the street. Suddenly he realized that he was in front of Harry's home. The door opened before he had the chance to do anything. A red-haired girl stood in front of him, obviously going somewhere.

"Hi." She smiled. "Are you looking for Harry?"

"Um…"

"Who is it, Sara?" Harry's voice came from the house. He came to the door. "Hey Draco." He greeted. "Come on in. Bye Sara."

"It was nice meeting you, Draco." Sara said before she left. "Bye Harry."

Draco stepped in the house and Harry close the door behind him. "So, what's going on? I thought you got enough of me earlier."

"Yeah, um, sorry about that." The blond muttered and followed Harry upstairs. "I couldn't stay home anymore and I didn't know where else to go."

The raven haired teen gave him a smile. "No problem. You can always come here, you know. So, what happened? Got in trouble with your mom?"

"Sort of. Were you, um, middle of something?" He asked, nodding towards Harry's bed with a guitar, note paper and pen on it.

"No, I was just writing a song. It's no big deal," Harry told when he noticed that Draco looked like realizing he shouldn't have come. "I was totally stuck with it, anyway."

"Look, I can leave-"

"No, it's okay. Really." Harry said, amused. Draco blushed. He felt sick again. "Are you alright?" He heard Harry ask. His vision was becoming blurry and he was dizzy. "Draco?" The boy in question quickly took Harry's trashcan and said goodbye to his lunch. He sat down on the floor, leaned on the door and buried his face into his hands.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, trying hard not to cry.

"It doesn't matter. Are you sick? Maybe you should go home and rest? Let your mom take care of you?" Harry suggested, kneeling down next to him.

"No!" Draco suddenly cried. "No. I can't go back there. Not now, at least."

"Okay, you don't have to go. What happened? Are you ill or something?"

"No, I… I do that a lot. It's totally normal. I throw up like once a day. Well, it's normal to me anyway."

"Why?"

Draco snorted. He hated that question. Does there always have to be a reason for everything? Why. If he hated a word, that was it. Why, why, why, why! The first question you'll ever get out of anyone after 'what'! He refused to answer to that disgusting question.

"Draco," Harry started, sitting next to him and putting an arm on his shoulder. He felt the boy flinch. "I want to help you. People don't just throw up for nothing. But you have to let me help you. You have to let me closer."

Draco turned his head so their eyes met. Harry's eyes were so beautiful, bright green. "You can't help me. No one can. It won't matter if I tell you. I'm doomed." He whispered.

"No, you're not. Someone can and will help you. Someone else, if not me. Maybe your parents-"

"Oh please, they're the ones causing this!" Draco burst before he could stop himself.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Sorry?"

"Um… Can I use your bathroom?" Draco asked and stood up.

"Yeah, it's right down the hall…"

Draco closed and locked the bathroom door after him. He leaned on the sink and tried to breathe. "When do I learn to shut up?" He asked himself and bent down to drink. He washed his face and then returned to the living.

"Is everything okay?" Harry asked. He was still sitting on the floor. Draco sat next to him. "I mean… Back at your home?"

Draco nodded. "Yeah. I'm sorry, this throwing up makes me say things I don't-"

Harry put a finger with a blue colored nail on Draco's lips to shut him up. "It's okay." He whispered and hesitated. Draco was waiting for him to continue. Slowly he leaned down and pressed his lips on Draco's. His hand wandered behind the other boy's neck and the other hand went down to his waist.

Draco started kissing him back, cautiously. His hands snaked around Harry's waist covered with black cloth. He felt Harry nibbling and licking his lower lip, for entrance. And of course he gave it. He might have been messed up but not that messed up.

Unfortunately the oxygen came for an issue. Their lips separated, they were both panting. The grey, with a hint of blue, eyes met the green ones and they stared at each other for a long moment. Finally Harry smiled. He opened his mouth to say something but Draco shut him up. With his lips. And his tongue. Harry didn't really mind. Draco was, after all, a great kisser. And he hadn't had anything to say, anyway.

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