A/N: OHMYGOSH. I am so sorry! This took forever to post but I have been so incredibly busy with Marching Band and School work, it has been insane. But, I am back! I swear, when I wrote the first part of this chapter, I was on crack…which is why my characters followed suit…cough—read on my friends, and be afraid. (No I actually wasn't on crack, I was like…sugar high, you know?) So I used Crick118's amazing quote here, so it doesn't fit in at all, I love how completely random it is. Also, I forgot to mention that in my last chapter, when I said "Huffle My Puffle" that was not actually out of my imagination, sadly. It is indeed a band. I just loved their title. I didn't actually listen to their music, so I have no idea how it is…and now I'm rambling…well…on with the story!

Chapter Nine: The monster returns

Harry couldn't quite remember getting back to his dormitory that night. One moment he was being kissed by Draco, the next…HOLY MOTHER FUCK! DRACO HAD KISSED HIM! And it had been absolutely amazing! Harry had never been kissed like that before, it just did not compare at all to Seamus'. Hell, Seamus' were complete shit after that. He was now currently sitting on a squashy armchair near the roaring fire, alone. He spent a lot of time alone now, why do you ask? Because Ron and Hermione were clueless homophobes. That's why. He was just about to turn in for the night when the portrait opened and Ron and Hermione came sauntering in.

"-well, he better be back. Honestly, alone with Malfoy for hours…I feel really bad for him, you know?"

"I'm sure he's fine, Ron. Harry can perfectly take care of him- Harry!"

….silence…

"Harry? Did you hear Hermione's shriek? Are you alright?"

Harry's head snapped up. "What? Sorry, didn't catch that."

Hermione looked at him questioningly. "How was detention? Did you and Malfoy survive? Or is he lying in the hospital wing unconscious as we speak?"

"It… it was…" Harry gazed into the blazing fire once more.

"Harry?"

"Well, it was detention, what did you expect! Anything special, anything different, unexpected!" Harry cried some-what hysterically, practically ripping his hair out in the process.

"N-no Harry. I didn't mean anything like-"

"Because nothing happened! Nothing! If that's what you thinking! Well, well… you were wrong!"

"I never said anything hap-"

"WRONG!"

Hermione strode up to Harry and smacked him across the face. "Harry! What's the matter with you?"

Harry's angered expression changed into concern and regret at once. "Oh Hermione, I'm so sorry! Did my head hurt your hand? I didn't mean to get like that!"

"Harry! You're-you're cracking up! You're acting like a pregnant woman or something with all these mood swings!" Ron declared, looking at Harry in alarm.

Harry's eyes bulged. "Pregnant! Oh my gosh! Is that possible? I mean, we didn't even have sex! Can a kiss trigger pregnancy, Hermione? OH MY GOSH I'M PREG-"

Harry's ranting was cut off when Hermione smacked him, again. "Harry! Just stop! Really, what is the matter? Who did you kiss and not have sex with? And Harry, I can assure you, you're not pregnant. You're just obviously distressed."

"Distressed! Of course I'm distressed! You would be too if…" Harry trailed off, squinting his green eyes into an angered glare. "But why should I tell you? You haven't shown the slightest bit of interest in me since, well, since I told you that I was gay." Harry opened the portrait hole and stalked off angrily down the corridor. He was pissed and needed to relax.

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"Pst. Hey kid, yeah. You."

Harry turned around on the spot, looking into the shadows for the speaker. Suddenly, by the looks of it, a seventh year walked from a corner, drawing his clock high over his face so that Harry could not recognize him.

"Me?"

"Who else would I be talking to dumbass?"

"What do you want?"

"You know Seamus Finnegan?"

"Unfortunately." Harry growled.

"Well, tell him his, er, package arrived. Yeah…his package." The mysterious stranger added tossing Harry a plain brown paper bag.

"What?"

But the stranger had gone…DUN DUN DUN

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Harry absent-mindedly wandered the halls, finding random broom cupboards and classrooms. Eventually, his feet led him to the Room of Requirement. Harry didn't actually know what he needed; the door had just appeared for him. Cautiously he opened it to see Snape and Mc-just kidding. He stepped into a cozy looking room. It was spacious and had a couch next to a wooden table. Harry sat down and simply stared into space for a while, and then he got bored and looked for something to do. He spotted cigarette paper lying on the table and a lighter. Letting his curiosity get the best of him, Harry opened the brown paper bag and saw (big surprise) a small bag of white powder, and no children, it wasn't flour or sugar. He wasn't planning on making cookies. So, doing what any natural teenager would do in this position (are you kidding me, I wouldn't do this-or would I? dun dun dun) Harry proceeded to get high. Now, everyone who takes drugs for their first time has different reactions. Some people get stupid, some paranoid, some just don't do anything. Harry was a paranoid Potter.

I wonder what Malfoy is doing now. That kiss was so bloody amazing! I never thought this would ever happen. I'm in total shock. I could just, die. Well, maybe I should!

Thought Harry, picking up a convenient dagger.

No one would notice if I died. No one would care. Wait…would Draco? Did that kiss mean anything to him, like it did to me? What if he was using me? What if it's all a lie and he's snogging out the brains out of Ron again.

At this thought, Harry felt the return of the monster growling in his chest.

No, no I can not be bothered by this! Draco's hormones were probably just ranging, or he was on pot…like me. Maybe…maybe he thinks that what he did was stupid. When you're on pot, you do stupid things…I'm so glad I'm not like that.

Reflected Harry, as he slowly drew his knife down his wrist. Because Harry's brain wasn't functioning, he did not realize that he was slowly committing suicide…what a stupid wanker.

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Harry sighed and walked slowly down the corridors back to the Gryffindor common room. Yes, he was still bleeding and turning steadily paler. He opened the door to find that Hermione and Ron were sitting on a plush couch, apparently waiting for him to return.

"Oh Harry! You're back we were so worried- OH MY GOSH WHAT HAPPENED?" shrieked Hermione clutching her chest.

"Oh." replied Harry, looking at his wrist and finally realizing that he was bleeding. He scratched his nose awkwardly. "Paper cut."

Hermione whipped out her wand and healed his arm. "Ron!" she demanded suddenly. "Go to Madam Pomfreys and get a blood replenishing potion!"

Ron mumbled something incoherent and slumped out of the portrait hole.

Hermione turned to Harry, glaring heavily at him. "You did not get a paper cut. What happened?"

"I tripped…"

Her glare deepened.

"And fell…"

Hermione growled.

"On a dagger?"

Hermione's face relaxed and she looked at him skeptically. "You tripped and fell on a dagger? What, a dagger was just lying blade side up in the middle of the hallway?" she asked, obviously not believing him.

"Yeah it was."

…Awkward silence…

"Just, just sit down, Harry. You're so pale. I'll make you some coffee."

Harry gratefully accepted his coffee and blood replenishing potion when Ron returned with it.

…Two Hours Later…

"Fuck." whispered Hermione, "I knew I should have given him de-cafe."

Harry was currently curled up in a ball, rocking back in forth, drinking his eighth cup of coffee. His eyes were darting back across the room and seemed to be having a mental fight with himself in his mind.

If only I knew what Draco was thinking now…god damnit why does he have to be such a great bloody kisser! I should not be attracted to him; he probably has a girlfriend…

Harry pictured Draco and Pansy Parkinson together, walking into the Yule Ball and felt the familiar growling in his chest. He had to ignore the 'monster'. This wasn't Ginny, it was Draco. Draco Malfoy for god's sake! Well, if he kissed me…he is bound to be gay, or at least bi, ugh. Harry shuddered at the thought of Draco and Blaise Zambini together.

"Harry, what's wrong? You look as if you've just seen a ghost." stated Hermione, looking at strange expression on Harry's face.

Harry stood up suddenly. "I'm fine. I just have to…I have to…" the angry growls of jealousy were pushing up through his throat.

"Do you need to go to Madame Pomfrey?" asked Ron, looking thoroughly concerned.

"Yes, yes…that's what I need." stammered Harry, wringing his hands about.

"Do you want us to come with you? I'm sorry Harry, I'm just so worried." and Hermione truly looked it.

Harry began walking towards the portrait hole. He turned around slowly (for dramatic effect, duh) and said in a low voice, "Guys, listen…life is like a bowl full of Jell-O; the only time you should worry about it is when it's completely still." and darted out of the room.

Hermione's eye twitched in confusion and Ron looked at her for help. "What the hell is Jell-O?"

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Harry raced down corridors so fast, that everything was a dark blur. The monster of jealousy was raging inside him fighting to break free…and at precisely 2:17 AM, every pupil and staff teacher was woken up by a large roar and earth shattering cry: HELP! MADAME POMFREY THERE'S A MONSTER IN MY CHEST, GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT!

A/N: Now can you see why I was on crack when I wrote this? Lol, it was more like…my brain wasn't properly functioning. I apologize if you all got excited that I updated, read this and were like…wtf? I would be too….It was amusing to write though lol