Summary: HBP spoilers! After Draco appears at the Burrow fully nude and bleeding what will happen to the teens as they struggle to get along? Will they return to Hogwarts? What romance will bubble during Harry's search for the Horcruxes? And is Snape on the side of the light? Find out in this griping tale of blood, sweat, and tears.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or his friends

Spoilers: Half Blood Prince, OoP, GoF, PoA, CoS, PS

Broken Window

The Rundown Flat

Potter walked into the putrid coloured apartment. The walls were an awful shade of green that Draco was happy he couldn't see, but in its wake left a nasty brown colour. The carpet was littered in stains and was well-worn. Looking around, Potter glared at Draco, "What the fuck is this?" Grey orbs met green and as the blonde opened his mouth to tell him Potter kicked the table's leg causing it to break off and for the table to come crashing down.

The brunette walked up the Draco his finger stretched out in front of him, "Malfoy! What the hell type of place is this! Tell me this is your idea of a sick joke! You filthy, mangy bastard!" Potters open-palm descended on Draco's check, leaving a loud smack sound as well as a throbbing red imprint. But Potter didn't stop his rant there; he closed his palm and punched Draco in the stomach, "You used my money to rent this fucking dump! You don't have any money since you ran away from your fucking father and godfather! And you think you can do this!" Draco fell to his hands and knees, gasping for breath, but was rewarded with a swift knee to his chin. The grey-eyed teen flew onto his back where he struggled to catch his breath as a metallic taste and crimson-coloured water filled his mouth.

"Oh fuck!" Potter exclaimed, falling to his knees beside Draco.

"That's one way to treat your roommate," said another teen that was standing at the door with one hand clasped on a glass and the other inside his pocket. His hair was an odd, bright shade of blue and it was parted on the side. The blue strands fell around his face and long blue bangs were tucked behind his ears, but a few strays had escaped and were roaming freely on his face. His eyes looked oriental as the ends of them pointed upward, but the startling blue eyes were bright, even brighter then his hair. Black pants hung on his slender waist, held up by a studded belt. Slightly tanned skin peeked out from under a too-short green shirt; the label on the green cloth had faded from wash and wear, leaving it unreadable. The blue-haired kid had a glass of some type of alcohol, but he downed it and went over to the shower. A slender hand made its way out of the pocket and turned on the shower, he held out the glass to catch the falling water. He then went over to the blonde and tipped his head back as he poured the water into his mouth. "Is he into this kind of stuff?"

The brunette laughed, "I wouldn't know, slimy ferret probably is." A look of concern washed over Har-Potter's face, "Is he okay? I don't want to kill him; I mean I need a roommate to help pay the rent."

Bastard!

Draco didn't say anything just allowed himself to be babied by the boy with blue-hair. It was nice to have someone look after you every once in a while, and it had been a long time since he had allowed anyone to be this close to him in a rather long time. Striking blue eyes gazed into grey ones and Draco let the edges of his lips twitched upward ever-so-slightly for a brief second.

"Who the hell are you anyway?" Always so eloquent that Harry Potter, one would think the savior of the wizarding word would have proper manners. However this new boy seemed to find it humorous as he chuckled and stood up, facing Potter. Draco was offered a hand to help him stand, but being his old arrogant self, he refused it and got up on his own despite the dizziness. A single black eyebrow rose and it reminded Draco of Severus for a brief second before the teen opened his mouth.

"I'm Tora, your next door neighbor. The walls are as thin as paper so I heard your argument as well as the flogging." His voice sounded odd, it didn't have an English accent, or even any other accents that Draco recognized. "So when the two of you are fucking – as I'm sure the two of you will as make up sex – keep it down for not only my sake, but the sake of everyone in the building."

Potter sputtered for a bit as his green eyes went wide, "We aren't fucking." Draco replied coolly as Potter continued to sputter and look like a damn fish as his mouth opened and closed. This Tora character raised his right eyebrow and laughed as if it was some kind of joke, but Draco wasn't amused. A silver stud caught Draco's attention. It was perched in Tora's tongue, and that's when the blonde realized that Tora had studs and safety pins all over his ears and some of them looked down right painful. He flinched at the thought of the safety pins being pushed into the cartilage of his ears.

"Well, I told you my name now what the hell are yours? I picked up that someone is Malfoy and that he's a mangy bastard, but I'm unsure who's who." He looked between the pair of us, and Potter spoke up. His words were harsh and it made Draco want to punch him in his face, but the blonde knew that he was no match for the taller boy.

"I'm Potter and that thing over there? I call him Malfoy," Potter spat out the name like venom and Draco bared his teeth at the other teen, "but he's really nobody. You see his drunk, rich Father disowned him after running away from home." Draco couldn't control his rage, he wanted to spring up and hit green-eyes in his perfect, angelic face – and ass rape him. Well maybe not ass rape him, but defiantly punch him until he was unconscious and bleeding all over the floor, but his Malfoy manners got the better of him. He stood there and took it, not letting the bastard see the wounds he was carving into his already scarred flesh. Then, it was rather sudden, Tora stepped towards Potter and extended his hand, Potter looked at him with an odd expression, but shoved his own hand out. What Potter hadn't been expecting was done; Tora bowed and kissed the tanned skin. Wanting to vomit at this display Draco moved away from the pair and sat down on the dingy, lumpy, frumpy couch. If they weren't going to move the boxes then Draco was going to make himself comfortable, but after several attempts at getting comfortable – to no avail – Draco moved and went over to Potter to poke him hard in the side.

"Get your lazy arse over there and-" Draco's eyes shot wide as Tora leaned in and kissed Potter's cheek, his blue eyes grinning as he leaned in to whisper something into Potter's ear. The soft moan Potter emitted made Draco lift an eyebrow at the pair; Tora nibbled on Potter's earlobe and the brunette pushed him away. Tora was left standing in the door frame and as Potter lifted a box he watched the brunette's arse as he bent over, the smirk playing on his lips was enough for Draco to realize what he was after.

Turning around Draco went and grabbed another box; placing it on the table he began to unpack its contents. When, suddenly, Potter yelled, "Bloody hell! There's an effing shower in our kitchen!" Moving over to where Potter stood, Draco examined that: yes there was a shower in their kitchen, but no toilet in site.

As if reading their minds Tora said "The bathroom is seven doors to the right, but as for the shower the hot water on works every once in a while so get use to cold showers." Tora looked down at his slightly tented black pants, "I think I'm going to need one. If you guys have any questions or just wanna fuck come right in!" And with that the other boy left, the doorway looked empty without anyone standing there spying on them. Draco continued to unpack his things and once all his boxes were empty he looked out side to she a very tall woman wearing a short skirt and abnormally large heels. Becoming intrigued by the tall woman, Draco moved to stand in the doorway, he heard Potter stifle a snort from inside the room.

"Hello." Was all Draco could think of to say, of course, this earned another snicker from Potter, but when the woman turned around Draco was surprised at what he saw.

The woman was actually quite obviously the opposite, with large, light blue eyes that peered down at him through a wig that was no longer covering the red bangs. Red stubble was beginning to appear, lipstick was half smeared off the lips encircling a lit cigarette. Upon further inspection the equipment was fairly obvious under the skirt.

"Oh! I'm sorry honey! I'm an absolute mess! No way to meet my new neighbors for the first time! Let me get dressed into something more presentable… well that'll take about an hour… so you can help that stunningly handsome young man in there fix up the place! You're gorgeous! I'm sure you can somehow manage to make that place look decent, just you standing in it makes it that much more beautiful!" The woman… proceeded to ramble a bit more, ignoring the blonde's wide-eyed look and sheer horror. By now Potter was laughing his head off, the deep chuckles of Potter's changing voice could be heard in the hall way and were probably loud enough to hear in Tora's room.

"Blake you're scaring him!" This Blake character looked down at the short blonde before him and smiled sweetly; Tora walked over and leaned against the wall. "Blake's a cross dresser, I'm sure you've heard of them… he does shows at the local bars. I don't see how he can like getting his money after doing shows, I always ask for pay up front." Tora threw his head up, blue eyes connected and Tora proceeded to laugh.

A lopsided grin made its way across Blake's face, "Well… unlike you… I'm not literally getting fucked every night. If I was a prostitute I'd want money up front to. I wouldn't want to get fucked twice…" Tora rolled his eyes and pushed Blake with the palm of his hand, the red-haired man didn't even stumble back in his tall heals. Instead he picked Draco up despite his protests and brought him to eye level, his feet were dangling well over a foot in the air, as the man studied his face, "What's your name, gorgeous?"

At first Draco didn't say anything, but soon he decided he wanted his feet to come in contact with the floor sometime soon. Pulling a face of arrogance, the boy stated, "My name is Draco Malfoy." The other man grimaced slightly causing Draco to get defensive, "Don't make fun of my name… okay it's not like I chose it!" But still the other man didn't say anything, or in fact change his facial features. That grimace was going to drive him insane, "What the hell is wrong? What's that look for?"

"You're face" the other man said suddenly causing Draco to ask a startled "What?"

"You're face… that face. I don't like it." Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and the woman placed a quick kiss on his nose, "You look much cuter confused then some chauvinistic pig. Keep you're face beautiful babe!" and with the jiggling of keys that the girl left only to close the door behind her, but Draco couldn't wipe the dumbfounded expression off his face.

"Blake seemed captivated by you; he picked you up on the first date! He never does that." Tora wiggled his eyebrows in an annoying manner that made Har-Potter laugh; in turn Tora turned towards Potter and began to flirt shamelessly with him despite Draco standing in the hallway next to him. As Draco turned away from the flirtatious pair Potter snickered again, but they were slightly dimmed as the blonde shut the door.

A knock on the purple coloured door caused Draco to jump and Potter to smile, Tora had been popping the blue head of his in and out for the past several hours. Rolling his eyes Draco stood up to answer it, but his eyes didn't meet the oriental boy, instead they met a tall pale man with red hair. The man invited himself in and stood facing Draco, "Hello there, I don't think we had the proper greeting… I was still in character when you met me, I'm Blake." The man had a strong Irish accent that Draco couldn't help but smirk at. A single pale hand was extended and Draco took it into his own; it shocked him that the Irishman had hands that were soft and smooth.

After lingering a tad too long, Draco looked up at the light-blue eyes and let a smile tug at the corners of his mouth. The Irishman's smile grew even larger and he extended his left hand only to grab onto Draco's right and yell over his shoulder at Potter, "We are going out today! Don't expect your roommate back until a couple hours from now. You hear that Tora it's your chance to fuck Green Eyes!"

Tora's voice could be heard clearly through the thin walls, "I will as soon as I'm done with this customer! And how many times do I have to tell you not to call me Tora when I'm with someone Christ!" For the past half hour Tora's voice along with another man's could be heard moaning and groaning. Tora was putting on quite a show to say the least. Potter's face turned an impressive shade of crimson at the casual mentioning of sex, Draco then smirked at Potter, but it was cut short as he was jerked forward: Blake had already started moving.

Potter walked around the small apartment, sighing at the sight of the shower before walking into the bedroom. The bed had a green quilt and sheets, but the walls were a dark purple colour – the same as the door to the hallway. Green, ratty, decrepit curtains hung over filthy, disgusting, cracked windows. After surveying the room's delightful colour scheme, Potter's eyes hooked onto something else.

It was laying face up on Draco's nightstand; the small book had a leather cover that Potter felt compelled to touch. Slender, Silky, Seeker fingers gripped onto the thick, leather-bound book. The leather was not rough or new – it was quite the opposite: smooth and worn, but still sleek, shinny, and soft. Potter sat down on the green bed; his knees came up as he sat: feet planted in front of him and back against the head board. The groans of springs bounced off the walls as the groans of two men pierced through the thin plaster. Upon opening the small leather book a scent that reminded him of the pretty girls in primary school – who refused to talk with him – assaulted him.

The flowers he had been forced to plant soon followed the wake of the girls; bad memories flooded his mind causing him to shake his head in attempt to plunge the memories back down into his memory pool. He then fixed his green eyes on the page and dove into a world he didn't know existed.