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Diclaimer: Don't own anything but the twisted plot.

Warnings: I'd tell you what they were, but I'm lazy right now so If you want to know, refer to previous chapters.

Chapter Eight: Touch-a Touch-a Touch-a Touch Me (Rocky Horror Picture Show)

Part One

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The next few days went by like the good old times. Draco and Harry traded insults regularly, and one resulted in a pretty fierce fist fight. They both continued to wear the masks that were so easy to slip into, only taking them off in the privacy of their beds. Everything was as it used to be, except if you looked really close, when either of them smiled, it wouldn't quite reach their eyes; and when either of them laughed, it was forced.

A week after Harry and Draco returned to their old roles, Harry had a tough time getting to sleep. He wasn't having nightmares or anything; he just had so much on his mind that he couldn't rest his thoughts in order to give in to sweet slumber. After a few good hours of tossing and turning, Harry decided to get up. Not caring enough to take out his invisibility cloak, Harry slipped on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before slipping out of his room.

He made his way out of Gryffindor tower and finally, after being moved several times due to those damn staircases, Harry was standing in front of the entrance to Hogwarts. He walked out into the cold early morning air and sat down on the steps. It was only after a few moments he noticed that he was not alone.

Standing off to his left was the very man who had invaded Harry's thoughts day in and day out; Draco. To Harry's surprise, the Slytherin was leaning against the wall sexily, well that's not the surprising part, the surprising part was that Draco was smoking. Draco? Smoking a Muggle cigarette? Shocking.

After looking the other boy over, Harry's eyes locked with Draco's. They just stared at each other for a while, each getting completely absorbed in the other's eyes. After quite some time, neither really knew how long, the blonde broke eye contact to take another drag of his cigarette. Harry turned his face away from Draco, looking out into the distance. A few minutes later, Harry looked back to see Draco stomping out his cigarette.

Draco made his way to the doors to Hogwarts, but as he reached for the handle, he glanced back at Harry. Looking the Gryffindor over for a minute, he said, "You still cut yourself?" Harry was floored. Why would Draco ask him that?

Harry didn't respond for a while, but he eventually whispered out, "Yes." Harry didn't really know why he told the truth, it just seemed like he should. Draco already knew his deepest darkest secrets, why continue to lie? Without any other trading of words, Draco gave a short nod then opened the doors and disappeared into the depths of the school. Harry remained outside for a bit longer, thinking about Draco, of course.

As Harry thought more and more about the blonde boy, his anger grew. He pondered why Draco would ask him if he still cut himself. He started getting angrier and angrier about Draco asking him such a thing. By the end of the night, Harry was much like how Draco was a week ago; he was at a barely-compressed rage.

He stormed back up to his room, sneakily though, so he wouldn't get caught by Filch. He had an even harder time getting to sleep now, as rage and sleep to not mingle well. Eventually, Harry thought of puppies and rainbows and other such happy thoughts, and managed to get to sleep.

The next morning, Harry woke up content for a few brief moments, that is until everything came rushing back. Harry was now very, very pissed off. He stomped around the room, effectively waking up everyone who was still slumbering. He ripped off his clothes, much like the Hulk does, and clambered into the shower. He then scrubbed angrily at his skin, muttering quietly to himself.

After getting out of the shower, he hastily finished getting ready, continuing his angry muttering. Without waiting for anyone, he left the room, slamming the door behind him. He stomped all the way down to Great Hall, and slammed the doors to it open, causing all eyes to look his way. He paid no mind though, and stormed over to the Gryffindor table and slammed (A/N: Harry seems to be slamming many a thing today…hmm…) his book bag down onto the bench before plopping down next to it.

As Harry looked around the room, he gave threatening glares to anyone who met eyes with him. His sight soon fell upon the person responsible for his rage, Draco fucking Malfoy. Once Draco looked his way, Harry gave him his most venomous glare and promptly flipped the Slytherin off.

Draco gave the angry man a quizzical look before glaring back, just as venomously and mouthing 'fuck you'. After that, Draco looked away and didn't turn his eyes back to Harry at all for the rest of the meal, which didn't help calm down Harry at all.

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As Draco was leaving the Great Hall, he was grabbed forcefully by the scruff of the neck and slammed into the wall. As he looked into the face of the man shoving him into the wall, he was not surprised to see it was Harry.

Draco smirked smugly and said, "To what do I owe such a pleasure, dear Potter?" The blonde was swiftly pulled back and slammed against the wall again before Harry whispered in his ear, "Where the fuck do you get off asking me about my personal business?" It took a second for Draco to figure out what the green-eyed maniac was talking about, but once he figured it out, he realized he was fucked.

Frantically thinking of a retort to mask his fear, Draco stammered out, "Well, you didn't have a hard time answering, did you?" True, it was a pretty lame comeback, but Harry's already severe rage was only multiplied by the statement. Draco was punched in the gut and then thrown against the opposite wall. That was all Draco could take; he had to start fighting back.

The blonde punched Harry hard in the face and while the Gryffindor clutched his face, Draco shoved him against a wall. This developed into an all-out brawl; each one kicking and punching and shoving as he pleased. They scrambled down the corridor, and eventually tumbled into an empty classroom.

As Harry was shoved against the door to the classroom, the room was effectively closed and shut off from everyone else. No one dared go into the room after them; it was too fierce a fight to actually enjoy watching and nobody wanted to attempt to break the two apart. It would only lead to the Hospital Wing.

Before much more fighting ensued, both boys charmed the door locked with many a difficult spell and then commenced beating the shit out of each other. After a few minutes of full-blown fighting, the two broke apart and tried to catch their breath. While regaining some strength, Draco shouted at Harry, "What the fuck is your problem!"

"What the fuck is my problem! What's your problem? You can't go around fucking asking people if they still cut themselves! You just don't do that!" Harry screamed back, getting all his pent-up anger out.

"I just wanted to know! It isn't like you're one to stay out of people's business! I remember a certain someone pretending to feed me fucking Veritaserum to me in order to get some answers out of me!" Draco was now screaming at the top of his lungs, rather enjoying chewing out the Gryffindor standing opposite him.

"I thought we'd gotten past that! I took actual Veritaserum to make it up to you! And look where that got me! You know I'm a fucking fag and that I cut myself! Yeah, I'm sure happy!"

"I tried to help you after that, but you ignored my note! What the fuck was that, Potter?" Draco made his way across the room to Harry, so that they were now mere inches apart.

"I didn't know what to say! It's not everyday Malfoy offers support and a shoulder to cry on! I didn't know how to react! And I remember you shoving me away after I comforted you! What, you can help me with my problems but I can't help you with yours!"

"I didn't want your comfort!"

"Why not? Why didn't you want my comfort!" Harry was now hounding Draco for answers, and Draco looked like he was about to crack.

"I…it's just that…"

"WHAT! What is it? Why the fuck can't you deal with me comforting you? Why!"

"BECAUSE!"

"WHY?" Harry glared at Draco while continuing to ask him over and over why the blonde wouldn't accept Harry's support. Harry was getting to Draco, and that's when Draco crumbled.

"BECAUSE I'M FUCKING ATTRACTED TO YOU! Alright? I'm attracted to you! I actually care about you and it scares me! I've never felt like this and I don't know what-" And with that, soft, warm lips were on his own.