disclaimer: Harry Potter and co. belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not her. The song Brandon Lee belongs to The 69 Eyes. I am not anyone of them. The song Lucretia belongs to Theatres Des Vampires. I am not anyone of them.
warnings: Slash. Discussing about Johnny Depp.
songs: The 69 Eyes - Brandon Lee
Theatres Des Vampires - Lucretia
A/N: Well. I'm back. With a short chapter. Anyway... I think it's rather good. But read it. And review of course. Okay... Chapter 6:
Just like the moon does
We rise'n'shine'n'fall
Over you that
I rise'n'shine'n'crawl
"Hello, is Draco here?"
All Harry got for an answer was a questioning look.
"Um… I'm Harry. I live across the street."
Narcissa Malfoy raised an eyebrow.
"I'm Draco's friend, from school. Eh… Is he home?"
"Yes, he is in his room. You'll find it upstairs. It's the one with very absurd music coming out of there."
"Thank you, m'am." Harry found his way upstairs and started to look for the "absurd" music playing room. He knocked on the door but got no answer. Quietly he opened it.
Draco was lying on the bed, on his back, eyes closed. Stereos were playing Threatres Des Vampires' song Lucretia. When Harry closed the door, covered with Children of Bodom-posters, and leaned on it, Draco opened his eyes
Tears are falling on my face
Tears are falling without her
I still taste her sweet scent
Rain follows my steps
I'm alone along her grave
"Hey." The raven haired one of the boys said softly.
"Hi."
"You okay?"
"Are you just doing small talk or do you really care?"
"What's the difference?"
Lucretia
Lucretia
Tears are falling on my mouth
On my skin, on my hands, on her grave
Draco sat up to face Harry. "If you're just doing small talk, I can say I'm fine. But if you really care, I can say I'm not fine. So, what it's gonna be?" Pretending or not?"
Harry thought for a moment. "Tell me everything."
"I don't like talking."
The standing teen couldn't help but smile. This sad looking blonde was clever. "I'm not accepting that answer."
Draco stood and came to the boy. "Really? Why not?" He placed his hands on the both sides of Harry's head, leaning on the door. "What's wrong with my answer?" He dropped his left hand on Harry's waist and pressed his hips on the green eyed one's.
"My beloved I'm goin' away
Silence of darkness is strangling me
There's no breath here, no shining land
Just pain and me
My hand are bleeding, I miss your touch
I miss your love, I miss you"
Harry swallowed. He couldn't get a word out of his mouth. The intense look of those beautiful grey eyes was so mesmerizing. And what was Draco's hand doing with Harry's waist. How was he supposed to concentrate on anything when those cool, slim fingers kept drawing small circled on his skin?
"Harry?" Draco whispered in his ear. "Why do you think I'm doing this?"
The other boy carefully turned his head so he could look Draco in the eyes. "'Cause you don't want to tell me anything."
"Maybe. Or maybe I just think you're incredibly sexy and want to fuck you right here right now."
"I doubt it. We just met."
Draco's hand stopped caressing Harry's waist and he pushed himself away from the raven haired teen. "You're right. We just met. So, Harry. Tell me about yourself." The blonde sat on the bed again.
"I thought you were supposed to tell me all about you."
A witty smile spread on Draco's face. "Harry, I'm a very dull person. You don't want to hear me talking dull things with my dull accent."
Harry blushed. "I don't think your accent is dull." He said, eyes on the floor. "I think it's rather sexy."
"You do?" Draco sounded slightly disbelieved. "Anyway, I wanna know all about you. Tell me about your sisters."
"Well, um… They're twins and they drive me nuts." For some reason that made Draco to burst out laughing.
"Okay… I don't have any sisters so I don't know. Tell me more."
I walk among the graves
The moon caresses the cold marble of death
Faded flowers, dismal wind inside my soul
My heart is crying tears of blood
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"You sure we're okay?" Devian asked for the tenth time.
"Yes. If you ask that again I'm gonna kill you. Okay?"
"Why would you want to do that?"
"I have strange desires."
"I've noticed." Rory gave his boyfriend a small smile and kissed him quickly on the lips.
"You're really silly, you know?" He said and turned his face back to the movie. They were watching Pirates of the Caribbean. Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom. Who can resist them?
"I am not."
"Are too. You're just so… you sometimes."
"Do you mind? I'm trying to watch Johnny Depp here."
"You rather watch Johnny Depp than me?"
"Honey, I love you. But it's Johnny Depp."
Rory rolled his eyes. "Men…"
"Oh please, can you seriously say that you rather watch me than Johnny Depp?"
"Yes, actually I can. First of all, Johnny Depp is old. Second of all, Johnny Depp doesn't love me. And Johnny Depp is not holding me right now."
"He's not old!"
"Yes he is. He's what? Forty? And you're what? Seventeen?"
"Eighteen in six months." Devian told firmly. "And now, shut up. It's both Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom in the same picture."
A/N: Tell me what you think...
reviews:
Sophiiv: This isn't so long but I hope it'll do "grin" Q.T.Starrrr: Maybe, maybe. This story has to have at least one het-couple, so why not Ginny and Cat? And calm down, I updated Lost boys yesterday, go read and review! RazorbladeRose: Yes, I know he bumped you, but I'm trying to forget that 'cause for some strange reason I'm rather jealous. You didn't faint when he bumped you, you can't faint now. Sit somewhere. Love you.
grin: I hope you're doing better in school now. Dev's with Rory and Cat is good looking. Well, I've always imagined him to be good looking. A guy can look creepy and hot at the same time. I've seen it. I've seen a very hot, good looking, gorgeous boy downtown, but still, he looks so scary that I would never have the courage to go anywhere near him. But he's fucking hot. He has a really cool leather jacket... I don't know who he is, but I call him The-Art-Night-Boy or something like that 'cause I saw him the first time in this thing where these art-stuff-things happen in the streets and all. I don't really know how to explain it. There's people from the circus-school performing and guys in the market selling balloons. Stuff like that. And the youth of Finland drinking alcohol in the streets 'cause they can't do it home or in bars'cause they're under-aged. So what if the police comes? They rather runaway in the park than be sober. Idiots...Yeah, that are the kids like here. The future hope of our precious country. Drinking beer in the snow.
Don't mind me, I'm just bitter 'cause I don't have a drinking-problem. I can't go to AA-meetings. I want to have a alcohol-problem just so I could go to the meetings. I'm so weird...
Of course Ginny's here. Harry's here, Draco's here. Soon will Ron and Hermione be here. I think. I'm not sure yet. I think I get your point. Anyway... Don't read these things when you're tired. It's not good for you. Trust me, I know. And you shouldn't update these things in the middle of the night, either. I should go to sleep, I have to wake up in 8 hours. That's so not enough. I need like 12 hours of sleep. Anyway... (My favorite word, btw) I'll just go now...