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Chapter 2

"You should call her."

"I know."

"But will you do it?"

He sighed. "I don't know."

"Hermione is your best friend, Potter."

"Was. She was my best friend. Everything's changed now, hasn't it?"

"Yes, but if I had a friend like your Hermione. I'd call her."

Harry turned to his friend and laughed. "Drake, you of all people, trying to convince me to call her? You hated her in school!"

"Yes. But like you said, everything's changed."

Harry smiled. What would any of them think if they knew that Draco Malfoy was his closest friend? The only one he still kept in contact with from their world. It had been a completely chance encounter to reunite them in an Austrian underground club three years ago.

The crowd was moving maniacally with the music. Patches pasted on their arm sending Ecstasy into their veins. Vibrant shades of liquor being consumed. Everyone moving, touching and melding into one. He watched the mass below while sitting at a table from the V.I.P. balcony as his date beside him took another pill; well on her way to not caring. He reached for one as well, then sighed as he identified it. Not strong enough for him. He glanced at the table beside him and saw another drug and wondered if they would let him join. Of course they would let him join, if he could pay, he could very well play.

He stood up and reached for the clean syringe he usually kept in his pocket. Safety first. But before he could join the heroin party, he was tapped on his shoulder.

"Fuck."

Harry was confused at the one word the stranger muttered. He was familiar but when he was this buzzed, he was never sure what his brain was telling him. He didn't know if the tall stranger was cursing him or propositioning him. He glanced at his date, now completely drugged out. No fun with her tonight... but he'd have to be a lot more stoned to swing the other way. It just didn't come naturally for him. Then he looked again at the man's face. Damn.

Malfoy."

Harry pushed the syringe back into his pocket, hoping Draco Malfoy did not see. Even after all these years, he could become embarrassed by what others thought of him. Imagine, the great Harry Potter: a junkie. He looked though in Draco's eyes and knew instantly that Draco wasn't exactly clean cut as well. The red gave tell tale signs of a very buzzed wizard. Draco's eyes met his and then wandered leeringly down his body. Draco smiled and bit his lip and Harry knew then that he liked what he saw. His black hair was short, his glasses gone, his body fit. He knew he was a far cry from the skinny boy at Hogwarts...but Draco Malfoy...checking him out? It was just odd.

"Come on, let's get out of here." Draco whispered as he leaned toward Harry.

Harry smiled seductively and leaned in closer. "There's nothing we can't do here. Or would you rather go back to my place?" Teasing him, he reached for his cheek.

Draco instantly caught Harry's hand and pulled him until their bodies touched... And kissed him hard. Deeply and violently. Harry pushed him away.

"What the hell?"

Draco smirked. " Thought so Potter. All talk... as always. Now let's get out of here."

" How do I know if I can trust you?"

" You don't, but honestly, do you care? Let's go. You look like death. If you get the hit you were going for, you'll probably O.D..."

"Concerned then, are you?" he spat bitterly.

"Come on, Harry. Let's just go. Ok?"

Harry shrugged and walked out with the taller man. Glancing at his incapacitated date, he knew she would fine. She was rousing a bit and would find another guy...or girl... to flirt with and sleep with tonight. Not too big of a loss, there would always be the next night. But he knew even then that he would not be coming back the next night.

As they walked outside, the crisp night air filled Harry's lungs. The alley was wet from a late night rainstorm. He took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it as he followed the man slowly toward the street. On the corner was an old cafe that catered to these drunken club goers after the party was over. At 2 am, they had certainly beat the rush. Walking in Draco sat at the nearest booth from the exit and Harry sat down too. The waitress instantly poured coffee without their order.

Looking at them both, it was obvious what they needed.

"Danke." Harry murmured. The waitress began to tell them the specials as he responded and translated for Drako who obviously did not speak the language. His talent for languages did not stop at Parselmouth he discovered during his trips. His German was very good and very fluent. Many of his new friends in Austria did not even know he was English. But he had learned to blend in so well since school ended.

After she had gone, they both just sat there in silence. It was so strange. To think they were both in a foreign land and they had both been partying in the same underground disco. It seemed surreal. Harry barely saw other wizards, of course he took the time to avoid them but he could always tell who they were. They emitted a different vibe than everyone else.

"So what brings you to Vienna?" Harry finally asked.

"Runway show. I'm a model. A local designer I've known for a long time flew me out. He wrapped up his big gala tonight."

" A model?" Harry laughed. Draco was tall and his body was nice. Harry could admit that. He did look well put together, but Draco Malfoy, a model...it just seemed...strange.

Draco grinned sheepishly. "Well I always was the most gorgeous bloke at school now wasn't I? It pays the bills."

"And always so damn modest too. You git."

"True. What are you doing in Vienna? I heard you had pretty much disappeared after... well... you know."

Harry lit another cigarette and smiled. "After I saved the world, you mean? I am just here. I am not doing anything productive or anything at all. Seemed like a nice place so I came here about six months ago. Before that I was in Paris and before that I was in New York. I just want to see everything you know? I never thought I'd live long enough to do anything or go anywhere... I never thought I'd win." He knew he was drunk. He never would have said this much if he hadn't been. Taking a deep sip of his coffee, he saw Draco staring at him intently.

"Yeah, I never thought you would either, but I'm sure glad you did."

Harry laughed.

"Draco -- "

"Drake. Call me Drake. I don't use that anymore."

"Yeah me too... most people call me J. for James. It's my pseudonym."

"You want me to call you J. then? What do you mean by pseudonym?"

"No. You can call me Harry. It would be weird for you not too. I guess I lied though when I said I don't do anything. I've been writing a bit. When I'm not completely stoned out of my mind. I've published a few bits in a magazine too. It's what I guess I'm trying to do. I'm writing a book...well it's not much of anything right now, just an idea. I've been trying to do a little something, a bit therapeutic I guess." He stumbled over his words. What was in those pills he took tonight? He was amazed at the amount he was revealing to Draco...Drake...Malfoy.

Are you still Malfoy?"

"Of course. I am the only Malfoy left you know." Draco sat up a bit as he haughtily said his words. Obviously a sore subject, Harry thought. Of course, you git. You killed his father, not exactly a happy topic to bring up. And then his mother killed herself from grief... that her husband had been killed and her son had switched sides. Hell, her son had been instrumental in plotting the death of Lucius Malfoy. All the information Harry had received came from Draco and Blaise. But Harry, he thought bitterly, you still killed him. And this was the first time since that day that both men talked to each other. Hell, even bothered to look at each other.

"Drake, I'm sorry."

"Damn, Harry. What do you have to apologize for?"

"For your...well for Lucius. I know we were never really friends but we had started to get past it hadn't we? Then when, well it happened, we never talked much again. I'm sorry."

Drake grinned. "You must be very drunk."

"I'm being serious."

"I know, I was a git back then. Angry and bitter. Stupid too. All of it. Harry, you were just doing what had to be done. I think most of all I was jealous."

"Jealous?"

"Jealous that I wasn't the one who got to stick that sword through his heart."

Harry winced at Drake's words. They were brutal, cold and calculating. Drake sighed and said softly, " Then I was guilty too. Because what person in their right mind would want to kill their own father?"

"Hard times for us all, I guess."

"Yes so glad they're over." Draco said sarcastically.

And Harry grinned knowing that they both knew they were still living through their own personal hell. "Yes so glad that whole mess is over."

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