A/N: IF YOU HAVE NOT FINISHED HP HBP DO NOT READ ANYTHING IN THE A/N THAT'S ITALICS! As you all know, Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince came out. After a year of reading fanfic (H/D) and not reading actual Harry Potter books, its odd reading it now. I mean, I'm reading it and I'm half expecting Harry and Draco to jump on each other and start making out...its strange. But, I don't like a lot of the things that happened, well...I like it, but not for my fanfic, so just pretend it didn't happen when you read this, especially the fact that Dumbledore died and that Severus was the one who killed him. I think I will keep the whole Severus being the Half-Blood Prince, though. I don't know. Which means, I guess, its AU now...kind of. You get what I mean. I may use some things from the book, but you'll know when we get there.

I said I was going to get back to my regular once a week update, but (another excuse, I know, but its true!) I went to North Carolina for most of the summer (still here, actually) and my grandmother didn't have any type of writing program on her computer! So, I had to wait until I earned the money and then I went out and bought one. BUT! I wrote in a notebook. YAY! So, that means I really have to hurry my ass up, doesn't it?

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. The songs used are Warning by incubus and Revolution by Authority Zero (its just one line) The scene indicated by is directly from HP 5 (OTP).

A/N2: Oh yeah, I noticed that for breakfast they were having dinner foods...oops. blushes Lets just pretend they do what I do sometimes: dinner for breakfast. Its fun that way.

Chapter 7: End of Animosity

Last time on Wrong Turn...

"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

Harry entered his room solemnly, trying his hardest not to look back at the blonde. First of all, there was no way he could be becoming attracted to a Malfoy. Secondly, there was no way a Malfoy could be gay. But the question of what if? kept lurking into the raven-haired teen's head. What if Draco was gay? What if Draco was attracted to him? At that thought Harry scoffed, sure that, that was impossible. Everyone always said what a strange beauty Harry was, but he himself did not see it. When he looked in the mirror he saw a normal teenager with nothing special about himself. Maybe that was what he found luring on Draco. He was good-looking and he knew it, flaunting it whenever he could, the total opposite of himself.

After shutting the blinds so sunlight could not enter the room, Harry sat on his bed, the feather blankets and pillows soft. With a tug his shirt came off, laying down on his back, the cool material soothing on strained muscles. Next he shucked his baggy jeans off, resting now only in his tight boxer-briefs. The round bed, he found, was very comfortable, the odd angels and arches were made specifically for the human body. After moments of nothing Harry became extremely hot, sweat dripping slowly down his chiseled body. Green eyes rolled back, white clearly showing, and he ran a hand down his torso, lapping up the sweat droplets. And with that he jumped up, digging through his bag frantically. Finally he came to a bag of white powder, a spoon, a lighter, and a syringe.

With shaking hands the young teen began pouring the white powder into the spoon, igniting the lighter under it. With care and the ease of experience Harry brought out a large, thick piece of rubber, and setting the lighter down tied it around his right arm with one hand and his mouth. When that was done he brought the syringe to the now-liquid and sucked it up slowly, tapping it to ensure no oxygen was inside, which would cause instant death. Non-too carefully Harry brought the syringe to the under side of his elbow and punctured the skin, entering drug into his blood. Finally, with a calmed sigh, Harry tore off the rubber and laid in bed once again.

Though he was still sweating there was a dreamy smile on his face, his eyes closed, humming softly to himself. Finally he was in a peaceful place, away from all the shit of the real world. Just as softly as the humming he began to sing to himself, knowing full well he would never remember what he was singing unless he recorded it. So he pulled a small, handheld tape recorder out of his bag and pushed 'record'.

"Bat your eyes, girl/Be other-worldly/Count your blessings /Seduce a stranger/What's so wrong with/Being happy/Kudos to those who/See through sickness/Yeah/Over and over and over and over /She woke in the morning/She knew that her life had passed her by/She called out a warning/Don't ever let life pass you by/I suggest we/Learn to love ourselves/Before its made illegal/When will we learn/When will we change/Just in time to/See it all come down/Those left standing/Will make millions/Writing books on the way it should have been/She woke in the morning/She knew that her life had passed her by/She called out a warning/Don't ever let life pass you by"

Before Harry could continue he passed out, his mouth still open from the last word he said. The tape player in his hand continued to record nothing. In his sleep Harry turned over, his inky hair falling over his face, blowing up and down with each breath. Soon, when he was in a deep sleep, his hold on the tape player relaxed and it fell from his grip.

Draco made his way to his room, thinking about everything that had happened recently. And in recently he meant in the passed two days. He had been sent to Severus for God only knows how long, and then he and Harry made friends. And...more than friends? Draco wasn't sure, but there were feelings there greater than just friendship. With a very heavy sigh Draco stripped down to his boxers (silk, of course) and lay down on his king sized bed. Not long after his head hit the pillow, Draco was asleep.

Only one pair was still battling, apparently unaware of the new arrival. Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light: he was laughing at her "Come on, you can do better than that!" he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.
The second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest.
The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.
Harry released Neville, though he was unaware of doing so. He was jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore, too, turned towards the dais. It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall: his body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards through the ragged veil hanging from the arch.
Before Harry's drams could continue all went to blackness.

Harry woke with a start, almost forgetting where he was. His eyes burning due to falling asleep with his contacts in. Groaning, rubbing his stinging eyes, Harry rose and staggered tiredly into the monster of a bathroom. The room was all marble, shimmering in the dull candlelight that had suddenly ignited as he walked into the vast area. To his right there was a bathtub the size of a pool and directly in front of him on the other side of the room was a standup shower with dark green tiles.

To his left there was a large sink. It was the most beautiful thing Harry had ever seen, and that struck him odd. The counter top was the same marble as the rest of the room, but the basin that was the actual sink was amethyst stone, which appeared to be floating about an inch above the counter. The faucet was clear diamond and the water that came out when the dials were turned was silver.

Deciding he wanted a shower Harry entered the glass-enclosed area, stripping himself of clothing. His head pounded painfully with every movement he took and, even though he knew a bath would feel better, Harry wanted to get in and out as fast as possible. Turning the red crystal dial, warm, silver water came out in rough yet soothing bursts, calming his over-worked muscles.

With a very deep sigh Harry stretched, hearing bones crack in his body that he didn't even know he had. After straightening himself he muttered a spell, allowing scars on his body to be revealed. With shaking fingers the young man traced them, as if memorizing each inch of marred skin on his body. When Harry's fingers came to a particularly long scar running from his stomach to his armpit he punched the wall, causing tiles to break and fall uselessly to the marble floor. Yelling in frustration he began washing.

Draco awoke to the sounds of a crash and a yell. Jumping from bed in alarm the blonde looked around, trying to find someone, or something, in his room. When he found nothing a puzzled look came to his face. Slowly walking to his door, wand in hand, Draco strained his ears for any other sounds. Suddenly music came to his ears, "You want a revolution!". Just by the sound of it, Draco knew it was coming from Harry's room, and assumed that's where the other sounds had come from as well. Letting out a breath he hadn't know he was holding Draco made his way to his own bathroom to get ready for the remainder of the day and night ahead.

After stepping out of the steaming shower he had become desperate for music. As he wrapped a towel around his waist the band Authority Zero came to his mind, and music suddenly began blaring. Soon he recognized the song as Revolution by Authority Zero, and a smile came to his face. With the same smile still on he began rummaging through his bag, looking for something to wear. Coming to a simple pair of worn out jeans and an old Fear Factory shirt Harry made his way back into the bathroom, singing along with the music.

Running a hand through his hair Harry looked at his reflection, again wondering what people found so fascinating about him. He saw piercings, long hair, and green eyes. Yeah, sure, his eyes were something special but what else? Nothing...at least not to him. After he changed into his clothes he took his contacts out, placing them in its case. His eyes still stinging he placed his thick, black plastic-rimmed glasses on his face, blinking a few times to get used to the slight change.

Harry wondered how he was going to brush his teeth and with the thought a toothbrush appeared on the counter along with a tube of toothpaste. With a quick brush of his teeth and a dollop of gel through his hair, he made his way towards Draco's room. Knocking quietly, rocking backwards and forwards on his bare foot, he heard a thud in the room. Soon enough Draco answered the door, looking as stunning as ever.

The blonde wore a pair of very nice black dress pants which fit his form well, hugging in the right places and not in the others. The bottom flared slightly around a pair of black, comfortable yet professional loafers. Draco had on a tight black, cashmere sweater and a grey dress jacket over it, giving him a very sophisticated yet modern look, a true gentleman. His blonde hair, which he no longer wore slicked back, was straight and down in his face, to about his chin. Some stray strands hung over his eyes, but Draco made no move to push them aside.

"Uh..." Harry studdered for a moment, staring at the strange beauty,

"I was wondering if you wanted to go down for lunch...or dinner...or whatever it is now?"

Draco smiled a charming smile, causing Harry to blush. Tilting his head to one side Draco looked at him, wondering what the green-eyed boy was thinking. Nodding, Draco walked out of his room, Harry stepping aside, and closed the door. Walking down the hall not waiting for Harry to follow, Draco said,

"Yeah, sure, and I think its like...dlunch or something. Its about four o'clock, so I'm really not sure."

Harry laughed and jogged after the other until they were side by side. In silence they walked down the many, many flights of stairs until they entered the dining room, where Severus was already waiting. For some reason the man seemed to know what they were doing at all times, and knew when they would come down for a meal. They both sat at the table and began dishing themselves room. When the silence became too great Harry spoke up.

"So, Snape," Harry said with no worry about being rude, "How was your night"

"Fine, Mr. Potter, yours?" Harry looked at Draco but his face said he had not told.

"Fine, no problems. Thank you for asking"

"Glad to see you still have some manners." Sev remarked. Harry rolled his eyes, sighed, and set down his silverware.

"Look, Snape, I truly would rather be at Bob's house than here. We both had no choice, but how about we at least be civil to one another? You can call me Harry, if you want. I am not my father, no matter how much I look like him"

There was quiet for a long moment where Harry pushed his half-eaten food away from him.

"I accept this...truce of yours, Mr. Potter." Sev paused for a moment, "Is that all your going to eat"

"Um...yeah. I'm not that hungry." Draco looked at Harry and was disturbed by what he saw. The once dazzling green eyes were void of emotion save for insecurity. He was fidgeting in his chair, his eyes seemingly searching for a way out.

"Very well," Sev brought Draco out of his ponderings, "If you get hungry just call a house elf. You may do as you wish. A snack will be served promptly at 6:00 tonight." Harry nodded and Sev left.

"Harry, what do you want to do today?" Draco asked.

"Hm," Harry thought for a moment, "I think I'll find a room where I can set up my things. Do you think Snape has recording equipment"

"There's a room here that will give you what you want. You can go there. Would you like me to show you?" Draco stood.

"Yes, thanks." Harry stood as well.

Together they walked side by side along the long hallways that had various paintings and statues. Their footsteps echoed off the walls and they both stayed silent. At long last, breaking the very awkward silence, Draco stopped in front of a room.

"This is it. When your inside just think about what you need and the room will provide it"

"Thank you, Draco. You have no idea what it means to be that you're not being an ass"

"I don't have to pretend anymore, now that I no longer have to uphold the Malfoy name"

"I'm sorry about that. I know I've said that before, but I am. I won't lie, I hated your father, and I still do. Hell, he's tried to kill me on more than one occasion, but he was still you father." After a long pause Harry gathered his nerves, took a deep breath, and stammered,

"Um, Draco, I, uh, well, that is to say, I wanted to"

His rambling was cut off by Draco's soft lips on his. At first he just stood there, shocked, but soon he began to respond, putting his arms around Draco's neck while Draco snaked his around Harry's waist. Harry buried his good hand in Draco's silky hair and Draco pulled Harry closer to his body. Draco's tongue darted out and licked Harry's bottom lip, silently begging for entrance. When Harry granted it Draco was ecstatic, and slipped his tongue into Harry's warm mouth happily.

Draco explored Harry's mouth slowly, sliding his tongue over the roof of Harry's mouth and pulling a moan out of the raven haired beauty. When oxygen became an issue they broke apart, both breathing heavily, while Draco rested his forehead on Harry's. He smirked and said, "I've been wanting to do that for a long time."

Harry chuckled softly and said, "I'm glad you did." But, of course, with Harry's horrible luck, Sev interrupted them.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I thought Mr. Potter might like to look at this," He handed Harry The Daily Prophet and walked away. Harry read it:

He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back! What do we do now? He was said to be back by Mr. Harry Potter back in his 4th, year but people cast it aside as a plea for attention. After Potter's Godfather, convicted criminal Sirius Black, died at the end of Potter's 5th year, sources said that there was some proof of You-Know-Who's return, but yet again it was cast aside. Now, with the capture of Peter Pettigrew, there is solid proof of his return. Sirius black has also been cleared of all charges and a proper grave set up for him (since his body could not be recovered). What will we do now? All hope turns to Harry Potter, Boy Who Lived, will he save us?

Harry stopped there, heart swollen with emotions he hasn't had in a very long time. He was in a daze and turned away, willing himself not to cry. Instantly he shoved the paper into Draco's hands and ran to his room. Draco read the paper and dropped it to the ground when he was finished, running as fast as he could to Severus's room.

Harry ran inside his room and slammed the door shut, sliding down it in the process, breathing heavily. Everything was getting shitty again. People would believe him, but now they looked to him as their hero. And Sirius...if Harry hadn't been stupid he wouldn't be dead and he would be free right now.
Soon Harry's body wracked with sobs and when he couldn't stand the pain any longer he rummaged through his things until he found a small container of white powder and with shaking hands he poured some onto the skin between his forefinger and thumb. Bringing his hand up to his nose he snorted it, just as his door swung open.

"Mr. Potter!" He heard Snape yell, but he was in a slight daze.

After what seemed forever he realized someone was holding him. Thinking, in his daze, it was Vernon he scrambled free and curled himself into ball. The world was spinning and he saw various colors, but when his vision came into focus he saw Severus and Draco looking at him. Draco crawled over and whispered comforting words to him.

"Shh, Harry, it's Draco, I'm not going to hurt you." His voice relaxed Harry and he uncurled himself and looked at the two people in the room.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Mr. Potter, I think we should talk." Sev said gravely.
Harry shook his head and said, "No, I don't want to talk"

"Mr. Potter!" Harry began to tremble when Sev raised his voice. "You will talk if you wish me not to tell Albus." Harry looked at him with wide eyes.

"What do you want to know?" he asked after a moment.

"What is this?" Harry stood and said,

"What does it look like"

"Don't get smart with me, Mr. Potter, I am in no mood"

"Its drugs! You know, you snort it, it gets you high!" Harry said.

"Why do you have this"

"What's with the 20 questions?" Harry yelled as he shook with rage.

"They will not help." Sev said.

"They seem to be doing a fine job." Harry looked close to tears and he was shaking even more violently that before.

"Why?" Sev asked plainly. Harry lost it then, his walls broken, as he yelled in distress,

"BECAUSE I'M SCARED!"

TBC...

A/N: OMG! I am so sorry! This chapter sucked so, so bad! I hated it. I hated writing it, (it took me forever because I hated it so much) I hate my writing in this chapter, it sucks, and I hate everything about it! Half of it isn't even re-written because I just couldn't bring myself to do it! I am so sorry! The next chapter (possibly more than one at once) will be coming VERY soon, I PROMISE! I've already started it, and believe me, I like that chapter. A lot is going to be different, and my writers block (which came with this chapter) is gone now. Again, I'm sorry it sucked so, so bad!

PLEASE review, it will make me feel better about my horrid chapter. :( I'm sowy. puppy dog eyes It was bad, wasn't it? Well...I liked some of it...but yeah. Review, please!