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

warnings: cursing, slash (male/male romance), drinking

A/N: Well. It starts where I left the previous chapter. And... Enjoy:

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

"Dead?" Draco repeated. "What'd you mean 'dead'?"

"Dead!" Cat shouted. "As in D-E-A-D, dead! Not alive, departed! A fucking corpse! Not breathing!"

"Cat, SHUT UP!" Rory cried. "I think he got the picture already." Cat kicked the trashcan again and sank on his knees on the floor. Draco looked at the three men with a desperate look and suddenly Harry threw himself into his arms.

"I'm so sorry." Draco whispered into his ear, stroking his hair and hugging him. "I'm so sorry, baby…" Harry sobbed against his shoulder for a long while until he finally calmed down a bit. By that time Cat had gone, who knew where.

"We should get Rory home." Harry muttered, glancing at the red-head, who had no stopped crying.

"No!" He shrieked instantly. "I'm not going home. I can't- I- I just can't." Then he burst to tears once again. Harry gave Draco a helpless look. He didn't have a place to go.

"He can come to my place."

A small, sad smile flickered on Harry's lips. "Thanks."

Draco nodded. "Just give me five minutes." Then he went back to the club are and found Angel where he had left him, looking very puzzled.

"What's going on?"

"It's an emergency, I'm sorry, but I have to go."

"What, why?"

"I'll explain later, I'm sorry." He leaned to kiss him. "I got to go. I'll call you."

-

Draco was pouring hot tea into two cups when Harry came down to sit by the small kitchen table. "I made tea." He told and gave Harry one of the cups.

"Thanks." Harry muttered as Draco sat down across him.

"How is he?"

"Fell asleep."

"How are you?"

Harry sniffed. "Me… I don't know." They fell silent for a long while. Not until Harry's cup was half empty did Draco speak again.

"What happened?" Harry looked up, puzzled. "I mean, to Dev…"

"Oh. He, um, he got into an accident. He had gone home to pick up his lucky drumsticks, you know he can't play without them," Draco nodded. "Yeah, so he, um, was driving back to the club in that horrible weather, he probably couldn't see a thing and then there was another car and-" His voice cracked.

"Another car?"

"Yeah… They said it came out of nowhere and the other driver couldn't see either and they crashed and…" He wiped the single tear rolling down his cheek away. "What are we going to do?"

"I don't know." Draco admitted. "But let's not worry about it tonight." He paused. "Instead we should worry about where we're going to sleep." Harry gave him a questioning look. "As Rory is in my bed and I don't have any spare mattresses or anything."

"Ah." Harry gave a small nod. "I've been crashing at Cat's for a while, I can go there."

"No, you don't have to! I mean… Maybe you should stay, in the case Rory wakes up and… And it seemed to me like Cat needed some privacy."

"Yeah, you're probably right." Draco stood up and left Harry alone in the kitchen. Soon he followed him into the small living room and saw the blonde rearranging the couch. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I just remembered… This can be turned into a bed!" Draco told victoriously, as he had just beaten the dragon or something else like that. Harry merely shrugged and waited Draco to get done with the couch. Silently they prepared for bed and when Draco came back from the bathroom he saw Harry sitting on the edge, staring out of the window.

"Why him?" He asked weakly, when Draco sat down next to him.

"You know I would love to give you all the answers." Draco whispered, stroking Harry's messy hair. "But I'm afraid I don't know what the answers are."

Harry dropped his head on Draco's shoulder and the blonde wrapped his arms around him. "Thank you. I don't know what I would do without you." Draco simply shushed and rocked him until he fell asleep.

-

Hours later Draco woke up to the noise of sobbing. He glanced at the clock. It was seven past three in the morning. Then he realized where the sobbing was coming from. "Harry?" Draco whispered in the dark. Harry was lying on his side, back turned to the blonde. Draco saw his figure shudder. Cautiously he touched the boy's bare back.

"I…" Harry breathed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up."

"It's okay, I don't mind."

"I just… I woke up and heard Rory crying and I went to see him and put him back to sleep."

"It's okay, you don't have to explain."

Harry sniffed and lay down on his back. Draco reached to wipe away his tears. "I remember when I first met him. We had just moved to Hogsmeade from some other even smaller town when I was thirteen and it was my first day at my new school. I was so nervous, I had faked to be sick in the morning so I wouldn't have to go but mom didn't buy it. She had to drag me there. He saw me standing alone in the playground and he came to offer me Spiderman gum."

"Spiderman gum?"

"Yeah, you know those sweet gums that totally ruined your teeth and you got a Spiderman sticker when you bought one? They don't make them anymore."

"Yeah, I remember those. The door of my room back in London was covered with the stickers."

"I stuck them everywhere, they drove my mom crazy. She told me not to buy them anymore after I had put one on the stove and it set on fire when she was cooking." He smiled at the memory. "She was so pissed." Then he started shaking and tears began to stream. Draco quickly scooped Harry into his arms. Harry sobbed quite a while before falling asleep again.

-

The next Tuesday Harry found himself standing next to an open grave in the Hogsmeade cemetery. He was standing on the other side with Draco, Rory, Cat and some other people Devian had known. On the other side was Devian's family. He couldn't hear a thing the priest was saying, but it didn't really matter. Nothing he said could make Devian come back.

The death had already become to the public's knowledge. In a small town like Hogsmeade the rumors spread fast and of course the car crash had made it to the local newspaper. Sunday night, the band had put an announcement on their website, where they told what had happened and asked Devian's family to be left alone to mourn in peace. And sure enough, no one had bothered them so far.

Harry felt Rory shaking next to him and softly he took his hand into his own and squeezed it. Rory let out a quiet sniff and squeezed back. Finally the priest stopped talking and Devian's mother stepped forward to throw a rose into the grave. His sister, Mera, followed and then nodded to Rory who stepped closer, still firmly holding Harry's hand. He said something but Harry wasn't sure what, he was too busy fighting back tears that started to mess up his vision.

Later people started to leave for the coffee and free cake at the Hawks, but the boys stayed behind. Harry wrapped his arms around Rory's shoulders and hugged him tight. "You ok?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I just… Could I have a minute… Alone…?"

"Yeah, of course, take your time. We'll wait by the car." Cat and Draco had already started walking towards the parking lot and Harry followed them. "Draco?" He called out softly as he reached the blonde.

He looked up. "Harry?"

"I just… I wanted to say thanks. For everything you've done during these past few days and-"

"Stop it. It's nothing, really. I considered him as my friend, too."

"I know. But you've been really there for us all and… I just wanted you to know that I appreciate it." Harry took Draco's hand and they walked in silence until they could see the parking lot.

"You know what was the last thing he said to me?" Draco asked suddenly. "It was in the grocery store, when we saw each other for the first time in a year. He said 'See ya around'. But I never saw him after that."

"To me he said something about how he can't go on stage without his lucky drumsticks, we were on the backstage. Then Rory and Cat came in and he and Rory had a fight and then he left." Harry paused. "Rory must be so messed up. The last thing he did with him was fight. And they sort of got engaged the previous night."

"They did?"

Harry nodded. Then he cleared his throat. "Um, was that guy, who you were with on Saturday, your boyfriend or something?"

"I didn't know you noticed us there?"

"Yeah. Well?"

"Um," Draco felt himself blush a bit. Then he realized that he had no idea what was the official status of their relationship. "We, um, he, well, I don't think so."

"You don't think so?"

"Yeah, well, we've been saying each other for a very short time and… Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do you care?"

Harry looked down. "I don't." But before Draco could ask anything further, they reached the car. Cat was leaning against it, silent tears rolling down his cheeks. It was the first time when Cat cried for Devian. Harry stepped closer, cautiously. "Cat?"

He wiped his eyes and face. "I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah-"

Someone cleared their throat behind them. They turned to look and saw Rory leaning against the closed cemetery gate. "Guys, I've been thinking about Brandon Lee." Harry and Cat both raised an questioning eyebrow. "I can't go on with it without him. I don't think he can be replaced." Harry nodded.

"So," Cat started with a slightly cracking voice. "This is it?"

"Well," Rory came to stand closer. "If you want to continue, then please do, but I quit. It wouldn't be the same."

"He's right." Harry whispered. "Brandon Lee without him isn't Brandon Lee."

Cat nodded. "Yeah, I know."

"C'mon," Draco spoke up. Harry suddenly realized that he was still holding Draco's hand and quickly let go. "I'll take you guys home."

"No." Rory stated. "I wanna go get wasted and have fun"

Harry gave him a puzzled look. "'Go get wasted and have fun'? Now?"

"Yeah, why not? I think we should honor his memory by doing something less… moping. He never did that, so it wouldn't be an appropriate way to send him off."

A grin spread on Draco's face. "Okay. Get in the car." They climbed in and when Draco started the engine, Harry turned to look at him, still puzzled.

"Where are we going?"

"First, we're going to buy some beer-"

"And red wine!" Cat exclaimed. "He loved red wine!"

"You're forgetting one thing here." Harry interrupted. "None of us is over 21."

Draco stopped the car dead to its tracks in the middle of the parking lot. "Shit."

"That's a problem." Rory admitted. But then the same grin spread on Draco's lips again.

"Not necessarily."

Twenty minutes later Draco piled a case of beer and a bottle of red wine in front of the cute cashier of the grocery store called Angel. The green eyed man gave him a very stern look. "Draco-"

"Angel?" Draco asked with the sweetest tone and gave him the sweetest smile.

"I can get in trouble for this." Angel hissed, but still told the price to the blonde.

"No you can't. Nobody knows I'm only 20 years old. Plus, I'm turning 21 in two months." He whispered, giving Angel the money. He took the case and the bottle of wine, said 'bye' and left.

-

Draco groaned as he woke up to the sounds coming from the kitchen. By the sound of it, Cat tried to prepare something that would even remotely look something like breakfast. Or lunch. Depending what the time was. But Draco didn't want to know what the time was, he didn't want to be awake at all. He just wanted to press closer to the warm body next to him, inhale its scent and fall asleep again.

His eyes snapped open. There wasn't supposed to be anyone in the bed with him. At least there usually wasn't. So why was Draco's arm tightly wrapped around somebody's slim waist? Draco tried to remember what had happened last night. After leaving the store, they had come to his place. They had been drinking and they all ended up rather drunk. The last thing Draco remembered was how he had gently kicked Harry's ribs, as he had been lying on the floor and giggling uncontrollably. But how did he end up in the same bed with "Harry?"

He received no answer. He tried again, and now managed to wake up the boy. Harry mumbled something that sounded like "comfy" and "shut up".

"Harry?" Draco called for the third time. He felt the body next to him tense, so Harry was well awake now.

"Draco? What are you doing here?"

"No, the question is what are you doing in my bed?"

"Your bed?"

"My bed."

Harry sat up suddenly. "What the hell am I doing in your bed?"

Draco suppressed a smile, failing terribly. But then he noticed something and the smile faded. "You, um, you've got a hickie on your neck."

"A hickie? I don't have any hickies." Harry argued, touching his neck with his hand as if he could feel the mark.

"Yeah you do…" Draco sat up too. "Um, did we, um… Do… Something last night?"

"Something like what?" Harry asked, confused. "Oh! Eh, um, well, I, I don't know. I can't remember." He paused. "I don't think so. I mean, I'm still wearing my boxers."

"Yeah, but that hickie didn't get there by itself."

"It could've been anyone! Rory, Cat…" Draco gave Harry a meaningful look, indicating that those options were hardly realistic. "…Your neighbor…"

-flashback-

Harry was lying on the floor of the tiny living room of Draco's apartment, and giggling hysterically. It was a catchy giggle and soon Draco joined him. They both earned a smack from Rory, first Draco on the back of his head, and then Harry on his chest. It had no effect on Harry, but Draco grunted.

"Ouch. That hurt."

Rory ignored the complaint. "Cat passed out. The guy should seriously learn how to hold his liquor." He told, pointing at the purple haired man lying on the other edge of the spread sofa-bed.

"Maybe he's hinting that it's time to go to bed." Draco suggested, slightly slurring his words and giving a gentle kick on Harry's ribs, as an attempt to make him stop giggling. Harry chuckled, but stopped.

"Where am I sleeping?" He asked, sounding a lot like a five-year-old British girl.

"Who cares? I'm staying here." Rory stated and lied down, falling fast asleep. Draco sighed, pulled Harry up from the floor and led him to his bedroom. But when Draco had already stripped down to his boxers, Harry was still struggling with the buttons of his white shirt.

"Let me do it." Draco slurred and stumbled across the bed to Harry's side. It took a while to undo all the buttons but finally he threw the shirt on the floor. He found himself staring at Harry's bare chest. Slowly he leaned closer and placed a soft kiss next to the left nipple. Then he practically attacked Harry's mouth with his own and pulled the other man on top of him. Soon Harry's slacks were long gone and both of them were wearing merely their boxers. Draco's hand found its way under Harry's boxers and he pressed their hips together. He started sucking, biting, nibbling and licking his neck, sure to leave a mark. Harry moaned, but suddenly the blonde under him went limp. Draco had passed out.

Harry sighed heavily, softly kissed his forehead and pulled the covers over them. He snuggled closer and soon fell asleep too.

-end flashback-

A/N: In the next chapter we meet Doctor Walters, Draco's shrink, and find out what he really thinks of Harry. Push the'Go'-button, still got plenty of love to sell.

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