disclaimer: Harry Potter and co. belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not her. The song Die a little more belongs to Lovex. I am not anyone of the band. Although, Rory, Cat, Devian and Angel are mine.
warnings: smoking. harry/tom-pairing. draco/oc-pairing. do I need to say more?
song: Die a little more by Lovex
A/N: Back so soon? Yes, I got an inspiration and I'm already half way through the chapter 14. Be proud, people. Now, if you read the disclaimer, you see that there's a new name. Who the hell is Angel? Not telling. You have to read it. I'm mean I know.
Oh, and someone asked something about timeline.. At the end of chapter 12, it had been about a year since Draco first moved to across Harry. And now, it has been 14 months since that, so from the very beginning it has now been about... twoand a half years.
-14 months, one North-America tour and one British mental hospital later-
Draco Malfoy walked down the main street of Hogsmeade, on his way to the grocery store. It was a rather chilly day, it was late March, so he had chosen to wear a pair of black jeans, a black t-shirt and a also black long-sleeved shirt on it and on the top of it all, he had a black, what a surprise, corduroy jacket, a white and black striped scarf and matching mittens. His blonde hair was pointing to every direction possible and he had five silver earrings on his right ear.
He passed a record store and stopped dead to his tracks as he noticed a poster on the window. It was advertising for Brandon Lee's new single, Die A Little More. Draco snorted and continued walking.
He hadn't spoken to Harry or to anyone in the band since that night. He still wore wristbands to cover the scars he had on his wrists. While he was sitting there, on the kitchen floor, bleeding, he realized how stupid he was. Who tries to kill themselves because their boyfriend cheated on them? He had thought that after he moved out from his parents house maybe he could start a new life without I-want-to-kill-myself-thoughts, as the reason of those thoughts was no longer around.
He had called to his godfather, who was the leading doctor in a mental hospital in the UK. They had talked for hours in the phone and two days later Draco had flown to England and spent there 11 months. Now he saw a psychiatrist once a week, worked in a local clothing store, which was specialized in gothic and punk clothes, and flirted frequently with the handsome cashier of the grocery store he was now heading to. Things were finally going great for Draco Malfoy.
"But I want banana ice cream!"
Draco froze. That voice sounded frighteningly familiar.
"Harry and Cat told us to bring chocolate ice cream and we can't afford both. Stop whining."
As did that. Cautiously, Draco peeked behind the shelf and saw exactly what he had dreaded.
Rory Moore was holding a chocolate ice cream jar while Devian Hawk stood in front of him, pretending to sulk.
"How about I buy you a lollipop?" Rory suggested. Devian opened his mouth to answer something rude, but then his eyes widened.
"Draco!"
Rory spun around and Draco cursed in his mind.
"Draco Malfoy, is that you?" Devian asked, grinning maniacally.
The blonde stepped forward and gave a small smile. "Yeah, that would be me."
"Oh my god!" The black haired man shrieked, very lady-like, and pulled Draco into a hug. "How are you? Where have you been? What are you doing here?"
"Um… I'm fine, thanks. Everywhere. I came to buy something to eat for the night." He held up the frozen pizza and the jar of orange juice. "How about you?"
Rory gave him an awkward smile as Devian started to list how they were, where they have been and what they were doing there. "…because we're having the opening of spring, which is crazy because it's practically still snowing out there. But hey, you should come!"
"What?" Came from two mouths, Draco's and Rory's.
"Yeah! Wouldn't that be great? You would get to see everybody again and all."
"Eh…" Draco shrugged. "Thanks, but I already have plans, but-"
"Maybe some other time?" Devian suggested, taking Rory's hand.
"Yeah, maybe. Now I really have to run, but-"
"See ya around."
"Yeah, exactly." Draco almost ran away. He sighed heavily as the handsome cashier called Angel gave him a sympathetic look.
"Rough day?" He asked and flashed an amazing smile.
"Rough last five minutes." Draco corrected and returned the smile, giving Angel a few wrinkled bills. He was just about to leave when,
"Um, I've been meaning to ask like thousand times before…"
"Yeah?"
"Would you like to go out for a coffee with me sometimes?"
Draco felt himself blush. No one had ever asked him out for a coffee before. Not even Harry. "Eh, yeah, sure, why not."
Angel grinned. "Great. So um, how about Friday? At Rose's? Say… six o'clock?"
"Yeah, that sounds great. I'll see you there." Draco left the grocery store with a wide smile on his lips and slight blush on his cheeks. But when he reached the record store again, the smile faded. He sighed again and stepped in.
-
"Guess who we saw?" Devian cried the minute he stepped inside Harry and Tom's brand new apartment, taking the lollipop out of his mouth. Rory bit his lip, he had just opened his mouth to ask Devian not to mention Draco to Harry.
Harry himself was in the kitchen, took his finger out of the bowl of whipped cream and licked his finger, giving it an approving nod. "Who?" He asked then.
"Draco!"
Harry almost dropped the bowl. Quickly he put it on the table and gave Devian a disbelieving look. "Draco? My Draco?"
Tom, sitting on the table next to the bowl, cleared his throat.
"I mean, Malfoy? Draco Malfoy?"
"Yep." Devian declared, ignoring the slightly grumpy looking Tom. "We ran into him in the grocery store. Damn, he's even hotter now than back then."
"Really?" Harry gave Rory a questioning look as Tom wrapped his arms around his waist from behind. Rory merely shrugged.
"Oh you were there, you saw him!" Devian smiled. "I mean, if I wasn't completely in love with Rory here, I would so-"
"Dev." Rory told with a warning tone.
"But never mind because I am so deeply in love with Rory." He paused. "I asked him join us but he had plans for the night."
"What plans?"
"I dunno, he didn't say, but he did seem awfully familiar with that cute cashier."
"Why do you care what plans he's got?" Tom asked, rather coldly, and pushed Harry away from his arms. Sensing the danger, Rory took Devian's hand and led him out of the kitchen.
"I don't, I just-" Harry started but didn't know how to continue. In stead, he decided to put the chocolate ice cream Rory and Devian had brought into the freezer.
"You just do. I thought you were over him."
"I am! I just-"
Tom gave Harry a very meaningful look. "Are you?"
Harry sighed and rested his arms on Tom's shoulders. "Yes, I am. It's just… I haven't heard from him for over a year and I didn't know if he's still in the country, dead or alive, anything. We never actually cleared the air after… Well, after and I just want him to be ok." Tom still looked doubtful so Harry pecked his lips and smiled softly. "But you still are the one I'm madly in love with." He whispered, not quite believing himself.
-
Draco shoved the pizza and the orange juice into the fridge, put the CD he just bought into his player and pressed play. Harry's voice, the one he had deliberately avoided for months, filled the room.
Why didn't I embrace
Those days you spent with me
For now when I look back in time
It's too easy to see
While I lived my dream
I was seeking a fantasy
And here I lie all alone again
Drown in memories
Draco sighed and fell on the couch. Why did he buy this CD again?
You're so far away from me
I live to love again
But it won't do you any good to see me
When I die a little more
And all the vanity
Has vanished from my world
Just to show me
How I die a little more
Like the scars on his wrists weren't enough to remind him of Harry and how happy he had been with him. How it all had been taken away from him. Because of that Tom fucking Riddle.
I'm bound to stumble
Everytime I try to fly
Can't get up, can't take a breath
I fall down, I cry
No light in the end
Storm after the rain
Only thing that I've got left
Is the blood inside my veins
Draco hadn't thought about Harry since Christmas and now all the memories were flooding back into his mind. He didn't want it, he didn't want to remember all that pain again. Things were just going well, he would have a date on Friday and he had stopped hurting himself a while ago. He just had to buy the CD, didn't he?
You're so far away from me
I live to love again
But it won't do you any good to see me
When I die a little more
And all the vanity
Has vanished from my world
Just to show me
How I die a little more
Draco wiped the silent tears away and sat up. This was all in the past. Future was what counted, and he would have a date in the near future. But still, a small nagging voice told him that he still loved Harry. He ignored it.
-
"I didn't know you smoked."
Harry let out a short, humorless laugh. "I've been taught by the master."
Rory nodded. "Ah, yes, Tom 'The Nicotine' Riddle. It's not good for your voice, you know."
Harry sucked his cigarette and blew out the smoke. "I know. I've been meaning to quit, but I need an excuse to get out every now and then."
The red head leaned on the railing of the balcony. "Why you need to get out?" He asked. "I thought you two were madly in love and all that shit?"
"We're not. We're here because Draco and I broke up. It just happened and neither of us asked any questions. I don't know what the hell I'm doing here. This seemed like the life I wanted and needed, but when Dev told that you saw Draco…"
"You got second thoughts." Rory finished the sentence for him.
"Yeah. It's been a while. I mean, maybe we, Draco and I, could start over? As friends maybe at first, but…"
"Harry," Rory sighed, putting his hand on Harry's shoulder. "I don't think that's a good idea."
"I know!" Harry cried, frustrated. "It's the worst idea I've ever had, but I just… I miss him."
-
"Hi."
A wide smile spread on Draco's face as he stepped inside Rose's exactlyat six o'clock that Friday. Angel, who had been there for twenty minutes, stood up, also smiling. He brushed his black hair away from his green eyes and Draco suddenly realized the odd similarity with someone he once knew. It was rather disturbing, but he chose to ignore it. Angel was wearing a pair of black ripped jeans with two chains hanging from them and a black shirt with white pinstripes with grey wings on the back. A black leatherjacket was hanging on the chair.
"Hi." Draco greeted shyly and sat down, Angel following the example. He ordered a coffee from Rose herself and took off his corduroy jacket and striped scarf and mittens. "So…"
"So, um, this is gonna sound really stupid at this point, but… I don't exactly know your name." Angel cocked an eyebrow as he stirred his coffee with a spoon.
Draco blushed, but then offered his hand. "I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy."
Angel took the hand. "Angel Parker."
Their hands separated and silence fell between them again. "Is Angel your real name?"
"Oh god no," Angel laughed. "It's Jesse. I was an angel in a school play when I was seven, because I had these oh so pretty blonde curls at the time. My classmates never forgot that I was the only boy-angel."
Draco gave Angel, or Jesse, a sympathetic look. "And now you're scarred for life."
"Yes, I'm planning on seeing a shrink because of my childhood traumas. Everyone, including my parents, have called me Angel since that and I don't even recognize myself if someone calls me Jesse. So I began to introduce myself as Angel." Angel finished and took a sip from his coffee. "Is there a big story behind your name, then?"
The blonde put his cup on the table and looked up. "Not that I know of. Maybe my mother had a secret lover called Draco and he's the one who's really my father. But I doubt it."
Angel laughed and they sat there, drinking coffee, talking and laughing until closing time. After Draco declared that he had an early shift tomorrow and Angel decided to walk him home.
"This is it. My humble home. Or my humble home is a part of this." Draco explained and blushed slightly as they stood in front of the five floor building. "I would ask you to come up but-"
"You have an early shift." Angel smiled playfully and stepped forward. "I know." He paused. "What are you doing on Sunday?"
"I don't know." Draco too stepped closer to Angel. "What am I doing?"
"You're coming to my place and I will cook for you and you get to meet Ky."
"Ky? Who's Ky?" Draco asked suspiciously. Maybe Ky was Angel's boyfriend and they wanted to have threesome with Draco? Hardly.
"Ky is my cat. Or my kitten, more likely. I just got it from my sister two weeks ago." The green eyed man explained and put a lock of blonde hair behind Draco's pierced ear. "So will you be there?"
"I don't know where you live?"
"Oh. Right. Meet me down here around… five?"
Draco gave a small smile. "Sure."
Angel grinned victoriously and softly pressed his lips on Draco's. "Good night."
Draco leaned against the door, in sudden need for support. "Good night."
A/N. In the next chapter Harry acts like desperate fool and Draco meets Ky and makes chocolate cake.
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