Answers/comments to some reviewers:-

iced-forest – some is planned before and some is just 'going with the flow'

MolestAPeanut – harry's pissed because sirius is basically asking if draco is abusive

TheForbiddenChild22 – harry doesn't want to take sirius' words to heart but he can't help it

$Doofy$ - lost prophets have 2 album – fakesoundofprogress and Start Something – linkin park have 4 – hybrid theory, reanimation, meteora and live in texas

mew – hit up means to take drugs

Yana5 – okay if you think sirius is right that's your opinion – I'm just writing it how I see it

things in italics are thoughts

things in bold italics are song lyrics

21. London Calling

For the second time in a month, Draco Malfoy was sitting in first class on a flight between London Heathrow and JFK. However, several things were different this time.

Firstly, in the seat next to him in the aisle, looking a bit green was Severus.

Secondly, he was going the opposite way, leaving the glamour of New York to return to the rainy yet more homely streets of London.

And thirdly, while on his first trip Draco has just felt feelings of resentment teamed with his usual boredom, this time he felt nervous, sick and unbelievably sad.

Three days after being told his father had died, Draco and his uncle were on a plane to London to see his mother and for Lucius' funeral. Lucky him, he got to get dressed up in a suit and tie and spend hours with a bunch of old biddys telling him how he remembered him when he was knee high to a grass hopper.

Yes, Draco wanted to say a final goodbye to his father, celebrate his life and mourn his deat, but he would much rather have done it in a small family ceremony in a small church or crematorium.

But, no no, like everything else the Malfoy's did, his dad's funeral had to be extravagant. God, his family couldn't even take a shit without making it a huge event. He guessed he should be grateful that his mother had opted not to go with the whole 'burial at sea' thing, but this was only due to the fact that it was a long way to get anywhere near the sea.

Groaning inwardly, Draco reached in his jacket pokcet for his ever faithful engraved silver flask containing his ever faithful bourbon.

"That's smart Draco, get drunk on the flight and cerimoniously throw up all over your family," commented Severus snidely, keeping his mouth very small as he did so.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Fancy some lunch, Sev?"

That did it for the older man, and he bolted from his seat, one hand clamped firmly over his mouth.

Sighing to himself, Draco pulled his minidisc player out of his pocket and pressed play.

It's you that I adore

You'll always be my whore

You'll be the mother to my child

And a child to my heart

'This must be Harry's,' he thought, for he could vaguely remember hearing the song played in Harry's room. Harry had sung along to, grinning at Draco and rolling his hips.

We must never be apart

We must never be apart

He hadn't spoken to the black haired boy since...

'Since you beat the living shit out of him.'

Even thinking about it made Draco's insides squirm. He'd lost total control of himself and he'd hit Harry's perfect face with all he had. Granted, Harry had encourage him, but that was no excuse. If Hary had told him to jump off a cliff would he?

'I'd probably ask how fucking high.'

Lovely girl you're the beauty in my world

Without you there aren't reasons left to find

But it was three days later and Harry had made no effort to call Draco, and he himself had been to busy and upset to even consider talking to Harry.

Surely that was understable though, right? I mean, he'd just lost his father and he was totally messed up over it. It was okay not to call your boyfriend...

And I'll pull your crooked teeth

You'll be perfect just like me

You'll be a lover in my bed

And a gun to my head

...If he even still was that.

We must never be apart

We must never be apart

'Why is my life so fucking complicated?'

He was already Draco Malfoy of the double life, and that he could handle – his polite side and his Draco side – but now he had three. His polite side, his Draco side, and his New York version of himself. And the New York version was so very different to the version his 'friends' back home knew.

When he had lived in London he'd drunk so much more and smoked so much more...speaking of which, he hadn't had a fag in about a week, he didn't even have a packet with him. He'd treated people like shit but been worshipped for it.

Lovely girl you're the murder in my world

Dressing coffins for the souls I've left to die

Drinking mercury

To the mystery of all that you should ever leave behind

In time

But he was so different in New York with Harry and his friends, so much nicer and laid-back. And that was because he had nothing to live up to, no parents putting pressure on him, no other spoilt rich brats like him, and he was free to just be how he wanted to be.

How we wanted to be was spending time with friends, watching movies, hanging out, moaning about homework and speculating over weather Lavender Brown was pregnant because Padma Patil had heard from her sister Pavarti who had heard from Hannah Abbot that someone had overheard Lavender throwing up in the loos.

And he wanted to spend nights like he had last week when he, Harry, Ron and Hermione had all watched a film.

And he wanted to spend time with Harry.

We must never be apart

We must never be apart

But Draco wanted lots of things. Houses all over the world, huge company, golden toilet seat encrusted with rubies and emeralds, his father back.

These things just couldn't happen.

Severus dropped back into the seat, looking greener than before.

"How long 'til we land?" moaned Draco.

"Three hours."

Three hours. One hundred and eighty minutes. Ten thousand eight hundred seconds.

Just that much time until they landed at London and he had to once again face everything he had come to resent.

One day until he would gather in a huge church with an organist and a choir to say goodbye to his father along with one hundred and fifty seven other people – one hundred and fifty two of which couldn't give a shit about Lucius.

There was no telling of what was going to happen.

But one thing was for certain...

...Draco was fucking terrified.

the title - london calling - is obviously the song by the clash and shame on those of you who did not know that - consider yourselfs slightly more educated

the song is smashing pumpkins - ava adore (hey, lookie, its the title) and is possibly the best song known to man

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