WARNINGS: This story will be eventual Harry/Draco slash, which means that they will have a relationship. If you are in any way homophobic, I suggest you leave now and don't flame me. Other warnings include child abuse, swearing, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, rape and sexual content. You have been warned.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry and Co…JK Rowling does. Songs throughout this story belong to various artists and myself. I'll tell you when we get there. Oh…the plot belongs to me.

A/N: I know you guys probably hate me right now because of lack of updates. But I am truly writing when I get the chance. I also know you probably don't want my very acceptable excuse, so I wont give it. All you need to know is that I've been working on this chapter for a very long time.

About the chapter: See, I made Harry and Draco get together so fast and easily and I didn't like. So, instead, in this chapter there is a lot of what we like to call 'sexual tension'. I wanted Draco to try and figure out his feelings while Harry knows. But the thing is Harry doesn't know if Draco's gay. See where I'm going with this? PS. If you like Draco as a SUB, you won't be getting it here. I like him being dominate.

Chapter six: Nothing Gold Can Stay

Last time on Wrong Turn:

Here Harry looked straight at Draco (they had stopped now, standing outside of Harry's door) like he had written it for him. Hell, maybe he had.

"In my fantasy you look good entwined/in my hair and skin and spit and sweat and spilled red wine/you're my deep secret/I'm your pantomime/I'll just move my hands/I promise you'll see what I mean."

"Wow…" Draco breathed, not knowing what else to say.

"You liked it?" Harry asked, a half smirk, half smile on his face.

"Yeah, that was just…wow…"

"You said that already," Harry laughed.

"Yeah, so I did."

There was a silence where they just looked at each other with small smiles on their faces. They were slightly out of breath from the long walk up and they were so close they could feel each other's breath on one another's face. Draco's pale cheeks were slightly flushed and as Harry looked at him he couldn't help but think how adorable it was.

"Whom did you write that about?" Draco asked, unconsciously moving closer to Harry.

"Someone…"

"That doesn't help," Draco laughed, noticing Harry had gotten slightly closer as well,

"Is it someone I know?"

"Yes, the go to Hogwarts."

"Please don't let it be Granger," Draco whined, again scooting a little closer.

"Oh, God, no!" Harry exclaimed, leaning forwards so their mouths were almost touching, breath ghosting over each other's lips,

"So, do you have a girlfriend?"

"No," Draco said sadly,

"Do you?"

"Yeah, his name is Keith. Well, we just broke up (1)," Said Harry slowly, waiting for a reaction on Draco's face.

"Draco's eyes grew wide and he opened his mouth to say something. When nothing happened for a few moments Harry burst into laughter. Draco could only smile slightly and chuckle nervously. Finally Draco said,

"Fuck me."

Harry smirked.

"I didn't mean-what I mean is-fuck me," Draco rushed out.

With a sigh he began again,

"So, how love have you known you were…dodgy? (2)"

"'Dodgy'?" Harry chuckled. He had never heard that one before,

"Well, since last summer. I met the people from the band. Bob isn't gay but December is. They're my best mates. They took me to a club once and I didn't know it was a gay club until I realized there were no girls," Harry laughed at the memory,

"Then some bloke came up to me and grabbed my arse. It was strange…but it was better than when Chang kissed me."

"Oh, that sounds…erm…interesting," Draco got out, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

So many thoughts were going through his head at that moment and one was them was I gay too? But as soon as the thought seemed to process in his head he pushed it out as soon as it came in. No, there was no possible way he, Draco Malfoy, could be gay. He was the dream of almost every girl in Hogwarts.

"I like to think so."

Harry stopped walking before entering the room, looking at Draco.

"Truce?" He asked,

"We're going to be living together, and you didn't kill me when I told you I was gay, so I guess we could be…not friends, but you know…not at each others throats.

"Hi, I'm Draco Malfoy," Draco stuck out his hand, which Harry gladly took.

They shook and then entered the room.

When he stepped past the threshold the air in his lungs seemed to leave. It was a beautiful room with a soft wooden floor and furniture to match. The whole front of the room (where the front of the house was) was one large glass window, looking out over the beautiful, morbid yard. Over the large window was a black velvet drawstring curtain, and if front of that was a large rounded bed.

"Wonderful, isn't it?" Draco whispered in Harry's ear from behind.

Draco, after walking up and stopping behind Harry, decided he liked the position, even if it was slightly…gay. He was taller than Harry so when he stood behind him his lips were almost level with Harry's ear. And if Draco wanted to he could reach out and wrap his arms around Harry's waist without trouble.

"Yeah," Harry replied in a twin whisper, leaning back slightly into Draco.

The room was truly miraculous and as the sun rose in the distance random warm colors were cast over the golden wood. Gold's, reds, and pinks could be seen on the floor and on the sheets of the large bed. Though Harry barley slept the bed were callings to him, the Egyptian cotton sheets looking so very comfortable. So without a word to Draco Harry dragged him over and pushed him onto the bed, laying next to the other teen.

Draco's breath seemed to catch in his throat as he lay there next to Harry, whom he was having very confusing feelings for. When their elbows brushed against each other bolts of electricity shot up Draco's arm and straight to his chest where his heart seemed to constrict. What seemed the most confusing thing of it all was that not even a month ago Draco was wishing 'The Boy Who Lived' didn't even exist.

Harry, feeling suddenly tired; lay his head on Draco's chest without even thinking twice about it. Back when he lived with Bob one of his friends, no matter who it was, was willing to be his pillow, even Zeke who was the straightest person he knew. So now, lying with Draco, he thought the same thing: a chest to lie on.

It didn't occur to him that it would be any different until Draco shyly put his hand on his back. The warmth there was just…different from anything he had ever felt. The comfort was more than just friendly and the breath on his neck told him that it wasn't just a friend he was laying on, it was someone who he wanted so much more with. But, with his luck, Draco would be totally and utterly straight.

Closing his eyes Harry took a deep breath and snuggled closer to Draco, breathing in his scent. He caught something that smelled like sweet vanilla and something strictly of Draco. It was soothing in a way he had never experienced and something that had never happened before…well…happened: Harry fell asleep peacefully without any trouble as Draco's arm around him tightened.

Severus, after sending the boys to Harry's room, went straight to the kitchens to make plans for breakfast, which would soon be upon them. As he walked he was guessing the boys were either fighting or sleeping, hopefully the latter. Soft pattering could be heard as Severus walked on the stone floor, his leather shoes slapping softly. When he walked his head was bowed, greasy hair falling in his face.

At the moment he was thinking, oddly enough, about what the students thought of him at Hogwarts. His hair wasn't normally greasy but being hunched over all of those cauldrons all day made it so. He took a shower every night before he went to sleep and every morning, even before breakfast, he was hard at work on some potion or another, and before any student could see him his hair was greasy once again.

Fingering it slightly Severus contemplated different potions he could use to prevent the greasiness. There had to be one out there somewhere, and if not he could probably come up with something. This was not the first time he had thought about the matter, but the first time he had actually felt an urge to do something about it.

Before he knew it he was at the large oak door to the kitchen and with a knock the door swung open. Stepping inside four house elves were immediately at his feet, asking him urgently if they could get him anything.

Draco lay on the bed, a sleeping Harry on his chest, an arm protectively around that sleeping Harry. For a moment his heartbeat speed up but soon dulled back to normal as he became comfortable with the feeling. Inside he knew he could get used to this feeling…this feeling of being wanted, needed.

As Draco's chest went softly up and down with his breath so did Harry's head, the soft hair on his head falling over his black-lined closed eyes. When awake Harry looked so troubled and now, as he slept, he looked troubled, still, but…peaceful, maybe? Draco wasn't exactly sure how to explain it but he was a beautiful sight.

Harry moved slightly in his sleep, pulling an arm around Draco's waist and pulling closer to the blonde. Again Draco got that constricting feeling in his chest like his heart was melting. This feeling was new and Draco didn't really understand it, but he knew the main idea of the feeling: he cared for someone. And that someone just happened to be their savior: one, Harry Potter.

A knock at the door broke Draco's thought and in a panic jumped off the bed, knocking Harry to the ground in the process. With a frightened yell Harry awoke, yelling something that sounded oddly like 'Uncle Vernon'. Draco couldn't be sure but as Harry looked around with sleep-filled eyes a look of fear crossed the raven-haired teen's face. When Harry realized where he was and who was in the room he calmed and lay down on the ground. Severus entered the room, wondering what all the commotion was about.

"Boys?" Sev asked, closing the door behind him.

Noticing the nervous look on Draco's face Severus knew he was either doing something wrong or something he didn't want to be caught doing. On the ground Harry lay, panting slightly, a light layer of sweat forming on his brow. He looked not nervous, but getting over fright.

"Is everything alright in here?"

"Yeah, no problems, right Draco?" Harry sat up, his hair falling over his downcast eyes.

Severus raised an eyebrow at this…Harry calling Draco by his first name? What happened to the 'Potter' and 'Malfoy' bit? Nonetheless Severus knew he shouldn't be complaining because no fighting meant peace and peace meant quiet. Severus liked the quiet.

"Yes, of course," Draco said as he pushed a piece of his hair behind his ears.

"I just came to inform you that breakfast will be served momentarily," Severus stated before walking out the door, closing it behind him.

"Well, then," Harry said as he rose to his feet,

"Lets go. Sorry about falling asleep on you…I'm just so used to falling asleep on someone," Harry grinned.

"Oh, yeah, not a big deal," Draco said, disappointed for some reason.

Was it because he had wanted it to be something? Did he want Harry to fall asleep on his chest? No! Of course not…that was absurd. Harry was nothing more than a…what were they, anyways? Enemies? No. Friends? Surly not? Acquaintances? Possibly. Boyfriends? What! Where the hell did that one come from?

Draco broke out of his daze as a hand grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the door. When he looked at Harry there was a bright smile on his lips, teeth and all. Harry opened his mouth to say something but Draco missed it as he noticed something glittering on his tongue.

"Draco? Are you even listening?" Harry chuckled, knowing that Draco wasn't.

"What?" Draco asked, his eyes meeting Harry's.

"What were you looking at?" Harry asked, though he knew.

"What is that?" Draco asked, pointing to Harry's mouth.

Harry laughed, clucking his tongue before sticking it out. On it was a neon green plastic stud, right smack dab in the middle. Draco, fascinated by this, (he had heard of a tongue piercing before, but had never seen one) reached a hand out and touched the stud with his index finger. Harry laughed and licked Draco's finger, causing the blonde teen to draw his hand back.

"Wicked," Draco stated, still staring at it, even as Harry drew his tongue back into his mouth.

"Yeah, it hurt, though. Well…more so than some other things. Now, come on, let's go!"

Harry grabbed Draco's hand and dragged him down the hallway and down two flights of stairs before stopping, gasping for breath. Harry's chest was heaving less than Draco's, showing he was in better physical shape than the blonde beauty. Harry laughed softly, brushing his hair out of his face.

"You need to play some more sports, Blondie."

"What do you mean?" wheezed Draco.

"I mean that you're huffing and puffing for air over there while I stand perfectly fine. Exercise more."

"I resent that!" Draco cried indigently.

"You should," Smirked Harry in a very Malfoy way.

"A Malfoy never runs unless utterly needed. And I do not need to run now, do I?"

"No, of course not. I'll just be forcing you to play football when we arrive at Hogwarts."

"'Football'? What is that?"

"You dumb arse purebloods," Stated Harry shaking his head in mock shame,

"Football, my dear friend, is a muggle sport. What you do is you kick around a ball, attempting to keep it away from the other team and to score a goal. It's quite fun and stress relieving, actually."

"Maybe to you," Grumbled Draco before walking slowly down the stairs.

"I bet you anything you'll like it, Draco," Stated Harry as he followed the taller boy.

"Yeah, yeah, we'll see about that."

Harry and Draco walked into the grand dining hall just as Severus sat down at the head of the vast stained oak table. As the two teens sat, Draco straight and dignified, Harry slouched and slightly rude, Severus readied himself for the lecture he had to give later. Draco immediately began heaping the food onto his platter of a plate, eating almost as fast as Ron. Harry chose to stare at the food.

"I'm not going to poison you, you know," Severus decided to state, beginning to eat his own serving.

"I know, I just don't eat when I'm not hungry. I eat when I am and stop when I'm not."

"Please, Mr. Potter, eat something."

Harry, though reluctantly, began to dish himself a large helping of mashed potatoes. It was the only food on the table he liked. Maybe that was why he wasn't hungry, because everything looked unappetizing in every way. Harry began to eat and soon was helping himself to another helping, not minding the mashed potatoes at all. Quite frankly he was glad they were on the table. He was craving a pizza, though, which he had grown accustomed to. He was a teenage musician, after all.

"So, Mr. Potter," Severus began but Harry interrupted him.

"Harry. Please, call me Harry."

"Very well, Harry, why did you run away?"

Harry's smile dropped immediately, the light gone from his bright eyes. Setting his fork down the young teen looked at Severus, staring the man in the eyes, daring him to ask more. Severus was about to push the question aside and ask another when Harry spoke.

"That's not really any of your business, now is it?"

"Yes, Harry, I believe it is."

Severus knew he was testing his limits. When Harry's eye narrowed with anger Severus wondered if he should push farther, tension seemed to grow as the silence thickened. The door opened and a house elf entered, everyone turning to look at her. The silence snapped like a twig.

"I actually believe its not. So, if you could back the fuck off, I wont have to harm you in any way," Harry rose and began walking towards the door.

"Wait, Harry, please come back," Severus pleaded,

"I only ask because I must. Albus said-"

"Yeah, Albus said this, and Albus said that. Who the fuck cares about what Albus said? I sure as hell don't…I haven't in a while. So how about we stop worrying about Albus and begin worrying about your own damn questions."

Severus and Draco were shocked. They both knew Harry had an attitude and harbored a hatred for the Headmaster, but neither knew it was this intense. It struck Severus as odd how similar Harry looked and acted like Tom. Young Voldemort. He hoped the public didn't push him too far…

"Ok, Harry, what drove you to change?"

"I wanted to. I wanted to do something different, something that shocked the people."

"So you did it because you wanted to shock people?" Draco asked.

"No necessarily. Yeah, I guess that's how it began, but I liked it. I felt comfortable, like I was finally in skin that was truly mine. All my life I fit what everybody thought I should look like, act like, and I always knew that it wasn't me. This is I, and I like it, and certain people like me for me and not my face. It's a nice feeling."

Silence hung in the air again as the other two people in the room contemplated what the raven-haired teen had just said. No one ever knew Harry felt this way, never knew he hated the fame. He was said to love it, love the attention and seek it like a leech seeks blood.

"So, about two years ago I met Bob. He took me to band practice and they didn't have a singer. I had never sung in my life, not even in the shower, but they made me try. I got up to the mic and the music started. They forced the lyrics into my hand and told me that I wouldn't get it the first time but to just try.

"The music started and God…I just felt it. The notes, the rhythm, it all just flowed through my body like…I didn't know what. I heard the lyrics in my head and somehow I knew, I just knew how it was sung, what notes and keys to use.

"Opening my mouth I let the words form on my lips and I was free. I was not in this world, the one where I'm 'The Golden Boy'. I was just me. Harry Potter, seventeen-year-old boy with fears and insecurities just like everyone else.

"As the lyrics flew out of my mouth neighbors, groupies of the local band, began to crowed around the garage and when I opened my eyes I knew I was home finally. I was where I belonged and I knew I never wanted to leave."

Harry let out a sigh, a dreamy smile on his lips. Draco stared in awe at the other teen and Severus stared with a look that clearly stated he had appreciation for the young man. Harry walked back over to them and took his shirt off.

"I got my nipples pierced, and lets just say that hurt. Then I got his tattoo."

Harry pointed to the lion tattoo on his forearm. The lion was a bright golden color, in great detail, and around its neck was a green and silver serpent, coiled around a red scarf (which was also around the lion's neck). Harry then turned around and what shown was a large golden phoenix tattoo. It began on his left shoulder blade, sprouting from pale red flames. The phoenix's wings splayed all the way across Harry's right shoulder blade, wrapping around almost touching the lion. (3)

When Harry turned back around he unbuttoned his pants, to the shock of the other two people in the room. In the back of the room several house elves dropped what they were holding and then, because of their clumsiness, began banging their heads on the walls in punishment. Rolling the top of his pants down slightly, Harry revealed a small golden snitch tattooed on his hipbone.

"How did you get the Muggles to tattoo that?" Draco asked.

"I drew it, told them it was something I invented. I drew all of my tattoos original sketches. The lion and the snake represent both my sides. I was meant to be in Slytherin, you know?"

After getting over the shock of what Harry had told them Severus had announced it was time to get a few hours rest before lunch, for they had gotten very little that night. Draco and Harry trudged tiredly up the many flights of stairs, Harry getting agitated quickly.

"God damn! How much room does one fuckin' bloke need?"

Draco chuckled softly to himself as they finally reached the final flight of stairs. The blonde began thinking about what had happened that night…so much. He and Harry had put aside being enemies…kind of. Harry and Severus still held a grudge, though, not formally calling a truce. There was going to be hell soon.

"Come on, Golden Boy."

Harry stopped dead in his tracks, his somewhat smile dissipating at once. Draco kept walking a few steps until he realized Harry wasn't following. When he turned around he was shocked to see the look of anger on his face.

"Don't call me that."

"Why not, its what you are isn't it? Dumbledore's 'Golden Boy'?"

They began walking again, a strangled tension hanging in the air, chocking them. Draco knew he shouldn't have said those things, but he couldn't help it. It wasn't easy putting aside so many years of hatred. The old him still comes out…will come out.

When they stopped in from of Harry's door Draco received a pointed look from the other teen.

"Do I look very golden to you?"

"No, not anymore."

With that Harry said four words and walked into his room, a shadow of a smile on his face,

"Nothing gold can stay."

Natures first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf's a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay

-Robert Frost

TBC…

A/N: There, I hope you liked it. I really worked hard on this chapter…its like my building block. More really soon, I promise. I have one more exam then I'm good. PLEASE tell me what you think. PLEASE! Also, because I missed so much school I might have to go to summer school for math. But I promise I will still get my weekly chapter up from now on.

1)This was from the movie 'Edge of Seventeen'.

2)This was from the moving 'Get Real'.

3)Think about what the British version of the OTP cover looks like.

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