disclaimer: Harry Potter and co. belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not her. Rory, Cat, Devian and Angel (and Ky) are mine so hands off please. Thanks luvs.

warnings: sexual action between two males, also known as SLASH. cursing. and... take a risk, be surprised.

A/N: Here again, I see? Why, yes, it's nice in here. Just read the damn thing.

Oh, and btw, because someone asked; Ky is pronounced Kai. As in the name Kyle.

Harry Potter didn't quite know what he was thinking. He did, however, know very well what he wasn't thinking. He wasn't thinking the right amount of chili as he cooked and the stew ended up three times spicier than it was supposed to. Tom now suspected that Harry wanted purposely damage his tasting organs. Harry didn't even hear that accusation, he was too busy staring out of the window.

Harry wasn't thinking about the pleasurable things Tom did to his neck as X-men 2 was playing on the background. He didn't think about the wicked smile on his partner's lips as he led the younger man into their bedroom and pushed him on the bed. He didn't think about the mixed pain and pleasure when Tom thrust inside him and to his climax he reacted only by a small whimper.

He didn't see the gloomy look on Tom's face as he lay down on the bed next to Harry, wrapping his strong arms around him. Neither did he hear the faint "goodnight" and the soft confession of love. His mind was wondering somewhere else, but he couldn't quite point his finger at what it was.

Thirteen minutes past two in the morning Harry finally realized what it was. As quiet as possible, he put his clothes on and tiptoed out of the apartment, leaving Tom staring after him, sad and angry.

Down at the street, Harry stepped into the nearest phone booth and started to go through the pages of the phone book. He found the right address soon, it wasn't a common name he was looking for. Twenty minutes later, he thanked the couple fixated on each other for holding the door open for him and ran the stairs up to the third floor. He rang the doorbell of apartment B 34 and waited.

He heard soft cursing and "Do you know what the fucking time is?" behind the door before it was opened. Harry cocked an eyebrow. Draco Malfoy stood in front of him, wearing merely a pair of black boxers and a very confused expression.

"Harry?" He asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

"Hi."

Draco stopped rubbing and took another look at the figure standing in front of him. "Hi."

Harry bit his lower lip. He had no idea what the hell he was doing there at this hour. But Draco sure looked gorgeous. And fuckable. Completely fuckable, he added mentally.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

He was slightly taken aback by the rudeness of the question and Draco saw that. "I mean, it's… three in the morning." The blonde yawned.

"I know. Can we talk?"

"Now?"

"Yes, now."

Draco raised an eyebrow, spun around and returned to the depths of his home. Harry followed and closed the door behind him. He found Draco in the kitchen. "Coffee?"

"Thanks." Harry sat down and looked around. It looked like a normal kitchen. He noticed a CD lying on the table. Brandon Lee: Die A Little More. He suppressed a smile.

They waited for the coffee in silence and finally Draco placed a cup in front of Harry and sat down across him. He took the CD and threw it on the counter, next to his CD-player. Harry saw the scars on the blonde's wrists.

"Devian told that they saw you."

"Harry, why are you here?"

The boy in question took a sip of his coffee. "I…" He started. He took a deep breath. "I've missed you."

"I almost killed myself because of you."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"It's a little late for that, don't you think?"

"It wasn't supposed to happen."

"I don't want to talk about it."

They fell silent. After two minutes and thirty-two seconds of silence Harry spoke again. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For everything. For hurting you, disappointing you… Betraying your trust."

"If you came to clear your conscience you shouldn't have bothered. It's too late."

"I'm not here to clear my conscience. I truly am sorry. I've been sorry ever since."

At that moment Harry was grateful that a look couldn't kill. "Then where in the hell were you that night?" Draco asked with a tone that could freeze the hell. "Where in the hell were you when I needed you to tell me you're sorry and you love me and you'll make things right again no matter what? Huh? Where were you?"

Harry didn't answer. He remembered where he had been. He hadn't run after Draco. He had stayed at the club, with Tom.

"I don't need, and I especially don't want you in my life." Draco stood up. "You know where the door is." He was about to leave the kitchen to return to bed when Harry shot up and slammed him against the wall, crashing his lips on the blonde's. Against the screams of his common sense, Draco started to kiss back. Harry pulled back, but still pressed Draco's hands against the wall, making it impossible to escape.

"Liar." He whispered huskily. "You still want me."

Draco didn't answer. Instead he kissed Harry, cautiously, testing. Then he tasted something weird. "Tom."

Harry blushed. "Yes, I've been with Tom for a year now."

"And I suppose you just fucked before you came here?" No answer. "Figures. Get the hell out of my home. Never show your face to me again. Do you understand me?"

"Draco-"

"No, Harry. You know where I was when you were making babies with your playboy? I sat behind locked doors, everything sharp taken away from me, thinking and blaming myself for what happened to us."

A single tear rolled down Harry's cheek. "I love you."

Draco smiled softly and kissed his old lover with the tenderness Harry would've never expected from Draco ever again.

"I hate you."

-

Angel was leaning against the wall as Draco came down, five p.m. sharp. The blonde rubbed his eyes at the sudden burst of spring sun and sighed.

"Rough day?"

"Rough night." Draco corrected. Angel cocked an eyebrow in curiosity, but didn't ask. Instead, he pecked Draco's cheek and they started walking towards Angel's.

Angel lived in the second floor of a five floored building, just five minutes away from the grocery store. "Welcome, to Villa Angel." He grinned as they stepped in. A brown and grey striped cat hurried to the door and rubbed itself against Angel's legs. "And this little devil," Angel lifted the cat up and it started to purr instantly. "Is Ky."

Draco smiled and petted the cat, making it purr louder.

"He likes you." Angel grinned and put Ky back on the floor. He led Draco to the small kitchen corner which led directly to the small living room. They were the same space but Angel had separated them by placing the couch to face away from the kitchen.

"So… What are we having?" Draco asked.

Angel smiled sheepishly. "Eh… You like Mac&Cheese?" Draco raised an eyebrow. "Sorry, I'm poor. But I did buy ingredients for a chocolate cake. I figured maybe we could do it together?"

Draco nodded and a wide, relieved grin spread on Angel's lips. Draco wasn't used to Mac&Cheese, cooking with other people, or being with other people in first place, but he found himself having the best time since- Well, since.

"I don't like to brag but that is some excellent cake." Draco grinned. He had done the biggest job preparing the cake as Angel had never made a chocolate cake and back in England, Draco had been famous of his mint flavored chocolate frosting.

"I know, I ate it." Angel smiled and shooed Ky away from the couch. He sat down as close as possible to Draco without touching him. Suddenly the blonde went very serious.

"Angel," He said, looking down at his hands. "I had a really great time tonight."

The black haired boy smiled. "I did too."

"But I'm a messed up kid and you don't want to get too involved with me."

Angel took Draco's hand. "How messed up?"

"I…" Draco took a sharp breath. "I'd rather not talk about it. But trust me, I'm more messed up than anyone you've ever met."

"Well," Angel took a grip of Draco's chin and forced him to look at him. "All the people I've met have been awfully boring. And not nearly as hot as you." He then leaned closer and pressed his lips on Draco's. And this time, Draco tasted nothing weird.

-

"And how exactly was that smart?" Rory asked, pretending to be confused. "Stop pacing."

Harry made a frustrated face and sat down. "I'm stupid, I know. Who goes to their ex-boyfriend and tells him they miss and love him? Who, I ask? Me!" He dropped his head against the table, earning a that-must-have-hurt-look from Rory, though he couldn't see it as his gaze was stuck on the table. "He started to warm up to me, you know."

Rory couldn't hide his surprise from his tone. "Really?"

"Yeah. But then he sensed that I had just fucked with Tom. He told me to never show my face to him again."

"I suppose that went well then."

"You think? Plus, Tom's pissed at me. He was gone when I got back home and there was a note on the fridge that said 'Had fun?'."

Rory patted the top of Harry's head. "You really know how to mess things up, don't you?" Harry didn't bother to answer. "Do you love Tom?" Rory asked then.

"I…" Harry lifted his head. "I'm not sure. I'm so used to having him around that I can't tell." He stood up. "No, I don't think I do."

"I see."

Harry froze. He glanced at the kitchen door and saw, who else but Tom. He seemed calm, but with a closer look you could see that his eyes were ice cold and burning at the same time. "So I'm just your toy you can play with when you feel like it?"

"Maybe I should leave…" Rory muttered and stood up.

"Take Harry with you." Tom told coldly and disappeared from the doorframe. Harry followed.

"Tom-" He started, giving the man a pleading look.

Tom took off his shirt. "I'm taking a shower. I want you gone before I'm done."

"You can't do that, this is my home too!"

"Fine, don't leave. But don't expect me to play happy home with you." He disappeared in the bathroom. Harry sighed and then checked the kitchen and the hallway. Rory had left. Harry took off his clothes and stepped in bathroom. The water was already running in the shower and Harry could see Tom's figure behind the glass.

He wrapped his arms around Tom's waist and placed soft kisses on his back. Tom shivered and turned around. He kissed Harry, hard, and then lifted him against the wall. As the green eyed man wrapped his legs around Tom's waist, he felt a shower gel covered finger enter him. Soon it was gone and Tom thrust into him. This time he was very well aware of the pain and the pleasure and also the cold wall slamming against his back over and over again. It began to be more painful than it was pleasurable and soon Harry found himself screaming aloud because of the pain.

Tom bit Harry's neck as he came. He dropped him on the floor and stepped out of the shower. Harry touched the spot he had been bitten and looked at his hand. Blood.

"You can't leave me like this!" He shouted.

"Go ask Draco to fix you!"

Harry closed his eyes and leaned his head on the wall. He was now officially screwed.

-

"Do you have to go?" Angel asked as he dropped kisses on Draco's lips, face and neck. They had tried to keep their hands away from each other now when the door to the stairway was already opened but it had proved to be impossible.

"We both have to wake up early tomorrow," Draco breathed heavily. "It's better if…" But his words faded as he took a hold of Angel's neck and pulled him closer for a deeper kiss. "I should go."

"Yeah." Angel panted, stepping back. "I can walk you home."

"No!" Draco almost shouted. "I mean- It's ok, you don't have to." Finally, he actually got himself out of the door and to the street. The sun had already set, the earliest stars had been sparkling for a while now. He breathed in the crispy air and couldn't help a smile. He had that funny feeling in the bottom of his stomach people get when they really, really like someone. Though, there was a voice in his head telling him that Angel would run screaming if he ever found out about Draco's gloomy past and self-destructive activities. He shook it away. Angel wouldn't do that, he wasn't like that. But then again, how did Draco knew that? They had met twice, if you don't count the numerous times Draco had bought groceries from him. What exactly does he know about this boy?

He knew that the boy looked exactly like Harry, except his hair wasn't as messy as Harry's and his eyes weren't as bright green. Draco had realized that earlier that day, after Harry's visit.

He also knew that he worked in grocery store, owned a striped cat called Ky and lived alone. He had one sister, Lisa, who had had her first child two months earlier, and a twin brother, Joachim, working in a comic book store. His father was dead and mother re-married with a rich banker called Mr. Calrose. Jesse was a high school graduate, currently working on his own graphic novel with his brother and dreamed of traveling to Japan.

But honestly, what did he really know about him? The fact that he knew the whole family history of the Parkers did not mean he knew Jesse.

"And besides, you still love Harry."

I do not!

"You do too. Angel is just a copy of him, a replacement, until you swallow your pride and give Harry another chance. You don't really care about him."

Oh, shut up. Angel has treated me better in five hours than Harry did in a year. I- "Harry?"

Harry was leaning against the cold wall, shivering. He looked up. "Draco, I-"

"I thought I told you never to show your face to me again." The blonde whispered, digging his keys out of his pocket.

"I know, but please listen to me before you do anything. I swear-"

Draco took a deep sigh. "Why are you here?"

"I need a place to stay for the night. I can't go home."

"Don't you have friends? People who actually like you?"

Harry frowned. He hadn't even thought about that. "I… Please Draco. Just one night, I'll sleep on the couch and I'll be gone before you wake up."

Draco unlocked the door. Something in Harry's voice, his eyes, made it impossible to deny. He sighed, again, very deeply. "Fine. But don't talk to me. At all."

Harry nodded and Draco led him to his apartment. He sat on the couch and received a blanket and a pillow from Draco. Then the blonde disappeared into his bedroom and left the green eyed singer alone. He sat there, in the darkness, for quite a while before Draco opened his door and leaned against the doorframe.

"Why can't you go home?"

"I- We- It's over."

Draco nodded. "Do you love him?"

Harry shook his head. "No. Never did."

"What are you going to do now?"

"I'll go home in the morning after he's left, get my stuff and find some place to stay. Maybe Cat's or Rory and Dev's."

The blonde cleared his throat. "So, they are still happy? Rory and Devian?"

"Yeah." Harry smiled. "Yeah, they are. Rory told me he's going to offer Dev a ring."

"Really?"

"Yeah. They can't legally get married, but a ring still means something, doesn't it?"

Draco didn't answer. They stood and sat in silence for a long while.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For letting me stay here tonight. I didn't really expect you to and I'm really grateful that you did."

"This means nothing. I was in a good mood and you just happened to be there to take advantage of it." Draco turned on his heels and closed the bedroom door behind him. Harry stared after him. Slowly he lied down, closed his eyes and, after several minutes, fell asleep.

A/N: In the next chapter Rory asks The Question, Draco has a problem and Harry becomes homeless.

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