disclaimer: Harry Potter and co. belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not her.

warnings: cursing, fluff, character death

A/N: I'm baa-aack. Wether it's a good thing or not, you decide. But I have really nothing to say tonight, except read please. Thanks.

-Two weeks later-

Harry sat on the couch of Cat's apartment, staring at the wall in front of him. Three hours earlier the place where he had lived with Tom about a month had been sold and they both had received an equal amount of money. Tom already had a new home in San Francisco, but Harry was temporarily crashing at Cat's. Rory sat next to him, looking rather nervous.

"What the hell am I doing?"

Harry turned his head to face him. "Calm down, Ry. You're going to propose to your boyfriend and he's going to say yes and then you're going to pretend that you're married and live happily ever after."

"Oh be serious here." Rory snapped, taking the ring from his pocket. "What if he says no?"

"He won't." Cat told like it was more obvious than the fact that the sun was shining. "Are you asking tonight?"

"Yeah." Rory muttered. Then he choose to change the subject. "Are we still on for tomorrow?"

"Of course we're still on." Cat smiled. Brandon Lee would be doing a show at Ravenclaw the following night. "Granger just called and made sure everything's cool."

Rory sighed heavily. "I think I'm going to throw up." He mumbled, standing up. "I got to go. I have a ring to offer. Bye guys."

"Let us know how it went!" Harry shouted after him before the door was slammed shut.

-

"So, um, what are you doing tomorrow?"

Draco let out a small giggle as Ky walked over his chest over and over again and finally lay down on his stomach. "Eh, nothing, I think. Why? You've got something in mind?"

"Yeah." Angel called from the his bedroom as he pulled his T-shirt off to replace it with another one. "I thought that maybe we could go to the Ravenclaw to see Brandon Lee."

Draco sat up abruptly, making Ky hiss at him and run away. "Wha- But- I've already seen them." He told. And the award for the lamest excuse in the history of lame excuses goes to…

"Your point being?"

"Um… I don't like them."

Draco Malfoy!

"Oh please, I've seen your record shelf. You've got their album and their new single, and you're telling me that you don't like them?" Angel came to sit on the floor next to Draco. "You can tell me why you don't want to go."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "I can?"

"Yes, you can." Angel leaned closer to kiss him. "Now, spill."

He looked down at his hands. "I kind of went out with the singer for a while and the end wasn't so pretty."

"What happened?"

"I, um, he, well, nothing." Angel gave him a look. "I'd rather not talk about it."

"Okay. But you do understand that this is your chance to show me off to him and make him jealous because you're going out with a hottie like me."

Draco laughed. "Oh really? Well you sure are confident."

"And confidence is key." Angel grinned and knocked the blonde on the floor again, sitting on top of him. He began dropping wet kisses on his neck, making Draco moan softly.

"But I'm still not going."

Angel stopped. "I'll pick you up at eight." Then he went on, now trying to snake his hands under Draco's shirt. But just like Harry's hands two years earlier, his hands were too pushed away.

"I should go home." Draco whispered, sitting up. Angel sat on the floor again.

"Why?"

"It's late."

"No, I mean, why do you always push me away?"

Draco sighed, standing up. "I'm not ready yet."

Angel stood up as well and took his hand. "Okay. It's okay. But you don't have to go."

"Yes, I do. I'll see you later." He muttered and pecked his cheek.

"Tomorrow. I'll see you tomorrow." Angel corrected.

"I'm not going." Draco argued for the last time but they both knew that he would go.

-

"I'm home!" Rory called out as he closed the door behind him and took his shoes off. It was Devian's little obsession; no one was allowed inside with shoes on.

"In the kitchen!"

Rory made his way into the kitchen. Devian's back was turned to him as he was clearly cooking something. "I thought I told you that I would cook for you tonight?" He asked, wrapping his hands around Devian's waist.

"You did?"

"I think so, yes."

"You did! Crap. I totally forgot." Devian turned around to face his boyfriend. "I'm sorry, baby. You know how my mind goes completely blank sometimes."

Rory softly kissed the forehead of the shorter man. "It's okay. I just wanted you to get some rest tonight. As I never cook."

"I like cooking." Devian stated, hugging him. "And I don't need to rest."

Rory merely sighed. The first thing gone wrong; checked! Maybe he shouldn't do it after all… "What are we having?" He asked then, peering at the rather colorful mess on the frying pan.

"Chicken and vegetables." The dark eyed grinned and turned his back to the red-head again.

"What ever happened to the bacons and sausages?"

"They're erased from the menu for all eternity. They make me fat. You know how easily I gain weight."

Rory nuzzled his face against Devian's neck. "I love you." He whispered. Devian brought his hand to gently touch his cheek.

"I love you too." He turned to face him again and shoved his hands into the back pockets of Rory's jeans. He frowned. "What's this?"

"Nothing!" Rory cried, stepping away but Devian was already holding the ring on his hand. The second thing gone wrong; checked!

"What's this?"

"Um… It's a ring."

"I can see that. What is it for?"

Rory cursed in his mind. The next time Cat tells you not to keep the ring in the pockets of your jeans, listen to him. Finally he took a deep breath. This was it. "It's for you."

Devian cocked an eyebrow. "For me?" Rory nodded. "In what finger?" He asked shakily. Rory took the ring from him, and gently put it on the ring finger of his left hand. Devian gasped.

"Devian Alexander Hawk," Rory began, ignoring the shocked look on the boy-in-question's face. "Will you permit me the honor of being there by your side for the rest of our lives?"

"Oh my god…" Devian breathed. "For the rest of our lives?"

O-oh… Was this a good sign? "For the rest of our lives."

"But…" This definitely wasn't a good sign. "We're not allowed."

"True, but I know that you're mine and I'm yours, forever, without some priest or judge telling me so." Rory paused. "Do you?"

Slowly a wide smile spread on Devian's face. "Yeah, I think I do." They hugged and kissed, only to be parted by Devian laughing. "We need to get you a ring too."

"Yeah, I know." Rory rested his forehead on Devian's. "Monday is payday."

"We'll get it then."

"Dev?"

"Yeah?"

"Did I already say that I love you?"

"Yeah, you did. But you can say it again, I don't mind."

-

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!"

Harry looked up, tearing his eyes from his guitar. He saw Devian going through his bag, cursing loudly. "What's wrong?"

"I forgot my drumsticks!"

"Eh… You've got, like, twenty of them on the stage." Harry told. Devian gave him the do-I-look-stupid-to-you-look.

"I know that, Harry. I forgot my lucky drumsticks. I always play the first song of the show with them. I can't go on stage without them!"

"Without what?" Rory and Cat just walked into the room from taking the last glance of the still empty club.

"He forgot his drumsticks." Harry muttered, returning his attention to his guitar.

"Your lucky drumsticks?" Rory confirmed. "Honey, I asked you if you got everything, didn't I? And you said yes, didn't you?"

Devian shot him a death glare. "Can you not do that right now? Give me the keys, I'll go and get them."

"Are you crazy? You can't drive in that weather!" Rory had a point there. It had been snowing like crazy all day and it was impossible to see three inches from your nose.

"I'm not going on that stage without my drumsticks so I bloody well have to!"

"Guys…" Cat started. "Please-"

"Shut up!" Both, Rory and Devian spat in unison.

"Just give me the goddamn keys, Rory."

Sighing, Rory dug the keys of out of his pocket. "There. But don't fucking blame me when you end up into a hospital bed."

"Trust me," Devian took the keys and zipped his hoodie. "I won't." After that, he stormed out of the door to the car, leaving a sad eyed Rory staring after him.

-

"I can't believe I'm actually here." Draco muttered to himself as he sat down next to Angel, in a table that had the perfect view to the stage. "How many times did I tell you that I'm not coming?"

"Um…" Angel counted in his mind quickly. "About nine." Then he laughed. "I'm terribly sorry that I dragged you here but please, try to have some fun, okay? For me?"

Draco smiled to the puppy eye look Angel gave him. "Fine." He sighed, overdramatically. "But only for you." Angel let out an excited cry and kissed Draco's cheek.

"Thank you."

The blonde smiled and took a sip of his drink. The club was nearly full now and the band was supposed to start at any minute. Finally the music that had been playing in the background stopped. But nothing happened. Minutes went by but nothing happened on the stage or anywhere else for that matter. The crowd was starting to get restless.

"Where are they?" Angel asked. Draco didn't answer, as he didn't know what the answer was. But something wasn't right. He had been on many shows by Brandon Lee and he knew how they acted. They were never late. He scowled and took another sip from his drink, though it didn't even taste that good anymore.

Ten minutes later Harry climbed on stage, without his guitar or the other band members. Something was glimmering in his eyes. He cleared his throat. "I'm terribly sorry," He started. Draco raised an eyebrow. How come his voice sounded so… teary? "But we won't be able to perform tonight." There, without no further explanations, he left the stage again. Some of the crowd booed, but Draco shot up. Something was horribly wrong. Brandon Lee never cancelled a show.

"Where are you going?" He heard Angel ask but he was already half way to the backstage door. He found it guardless and open. He didn't even bother to knock.

So many things were wrong. Firstly, Rory was sitting on the couch, sobbing quietly, occasionally letting out a louder sniff and Harry was sittingt on the table in front of him, softly stroking his back. Secondly, silent tears were running down Harry's cheeks too. Thirdly, Cat was cursing and behaving very violently towards a trashcan. Fourthly, Devian wasn't there at all.

"Draco?" Harry whispered, quite not believing his eyes. "What-"

"What's going on? Where's Dev?" Draco interrupted, rather alarmed. Cat finally stopped cursing and calmed down.

"Dev… Well, you see," He started, rubbing his eyes. "Dev is dead."

A/N: A cliffie! Eeek! Don't worry, I'll try to get the next chapter for you soon. Next week probably. Or maybe sooner. But I'm not promising anything! While waiting, please do tell me what you're thinking at this very moment.

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