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Chapter 2: Magic Powder

After about an hour, or what seemed like an hour, Draco was almost sick from the headaches he'd accquired from the massive amounts of loud music emmitting from the curiously good sound of the speakers. Although he's discovered that he actually had a slight taste for this music, it was becoming too much to handle. He finally decided to say something.

"Um, Billie?" Draco intrupted, "This is all very... cool... and you seem to be having the time of your life, but can we maybe do something else now?"

Billie stopped the tape that was playing and hit the eject button. Then he sat down next to Draco as Mike walked in.

"Perfect timing, huh? Is this what the cat dragged in?" Said Mike as he waltzed over to Draco looking at his hair before saying, "Hmmm, graying early?"

Draco would usually blow up in Mike's face for such a comment, but he just stayed still with an no more than a simple awkward look on his face. Inside he was furious, but all he could do was hide it.

Why in bloody hell can't i tell this prick off? Why am i frightened at the thought I might give this stupid muggle a bad impression. He's nothing! Nothing at all! Draco's mind was exploding with silent screams. He pulled his sweater sleeve down even more almost revaling his entire shoulder. He didn't care though, but Mike took notice to it. He saw out of the corner of his eye Mike was curious as to what he was hiding. With his kind that spelled trouble.

Draco was right. Mike tackled him, meddling with the sleeve trying to see what was underneath it. It was mass hysteria; Draco was fighting back with his right fist keeping his left arm hidden underneath his back, Mike was asking what was underneath the sleeve repeatedly trying to tear it off at the seam of the sholder, and Billie Joe was trying to pull him off screaming at Mike to knock it off. Draco managed to get him off after the sleeve was infact torn, but still was attached enough to hang loosely to the rest of the sweater. He wanted to use magic so badly but they were in hiding. He would betray his father and the Dark Lord for even considering preforming magic and letting the ministry know where they were., so he simply stormed out in silence while Mike was lying on the bed in a state of confusion.

He over heard Billie Joe shout at Mike but couldnt't quite make out the words before he was already out the door. Unaware that Billie Joe was running to him, he kept his steady stride back towards Raimondi Park which was a bit of a redundant choice for Draco to escape to because Billie Joe was local and probably knew every shortcut to enter that park when Draco knew nothing about it. He went to the only place he really knew. Just like before, he stood behind to park sign. He could hold anything back anymore. Emotions eruppted in the form of warm tears. Your too weak. Your a total failure and a disgrace to all that have faith in you! I'm ashamed to call you my son. His father's voice rang in his head, it drove him mad.

"Why Me!" Draco screamed as his knees hit the ground, his hands tugging at his beautiful white hair, "Why is it me who has to have this? Why do I have to be this person I never wanted to be?"

He was desintagrating from the thought of what he had become. It was destroying him from the inside out. He wanted to blame Mike for the pain he was feeling but it was his Father that was to blame. He was more jealous of Mike than angry at him. Soon enough, the screams slowly turned to silence in his mind and in his words. He decided to give up with the small protest of his mark and just stared at the ground in agony.

"Draco!" Billie Joe called, "Where are you?"

He couldn't reply even if he wanted to. The Dark Mark silenced him. It was burning worse than before. Was it a warning to disreguard these emotions? Draco had no idea but he wished that the burning would stop.

Suddenly he heard the sound of Billie Joe's shoes pounding against the pavement towards him. The steps slowed as he got closer to Draco. He could hear nothing else. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. The closer they came, the more Draco felt, bothered, by them, but they were still comforting in a way. Soon they stopped. He slowly lifted his head to see Billie Joe's black converse. His gaze didn't break from the shoes as he slowly arose from where he was kneeling.

He put his hands in his pockets looking ashamed and beaten from the inside out. He felt like nothing. Like a piece of dead earth underneath the sidewalk. But when he looked up at Billie Joe and his smiling face, he felt complete. Like he was God himself.

"You've been crying... Here," Billie Joe placed his hand on the side of Draco's face and whiped the tear off gently with his thumb, "now no one can tell."

Billie Joe blushed and ran his hand through his wet hair. The look in his eyes was one of a rebel with a cause. What was his cause?

"I'm sorry about Mike. He's a bit of a bitch, literally. He gets like a dog when I bring someone around."

"Hey! Two Dollar Bill! What up?" Shouted the greasy looking long haired boy from across the street.

"Is he talking to you?" Asked Draco curiously.

The boy ran over to Billie Joe.

"Hey, um, I need some supplies, I ran out yesterday when all the guys were over. I got a forty and some magic dust. Can I get the premo?" Said the boy.

This was a whole different world to Draco. Magic dust? What did he mean by that? Was this a muggle town or not? Is it some kind of slang for something? Draco was so confused.

"Ummm," Billie Joe turned to Draco, "I hate to ask you this, but can you go back to the house and ask Mike for the premium stuff? 20 rolls. Tell him it's for Jack. Wait a minute though."

Billie turned back to Jack. "Gimme the stuff and i'll give you what you want."

Jack dug through his pockets and pulled out two tewnty dollar bills and a plastic bag filled with white powder which Draco had no clue as to what it was.

"Draco, go get the stuff okay?" Billie handed the bag and money to him. "Give these to Mike."

Draco walked away wondering one thing. What the hell was going on?

Billie felt bad that Draco had to be apart of this because he obviously wasn't from the slums. But he couldn't leave Jack alone with Draco. He was obviously hitting the bottle today.

"So how long do ya think Blondore will be with the stuff?" Asked Jack in a paranoid way

"Mike'll probably get it over here so it should'nt take long. And his name is Draco, not Blondore." Billie Joe said defensivly.

Jack was the bully type, and Billie knew that. He would take any excuse to beat the crap out of someone. but he was too paranoid today. Usually on the days he was sober, which are thankfully rare days, he would beat the shit out of anyone, especially Billie Joe, if they even look at him wrong. He thought he was tough and smart and a chick magnet but it was all a dream he had when he was 13 and even more stupid than he is now.

Sure enough, Mike came back with a small cardboard box filled with the "premo stuff." That was code for a little less than a gram of weed and mostly cheap tobacco. Better to be safe than get thrown in the slammer. Jack was a big blabber mouth.

Billie Joe couldn't help but notice the lack of Draco, but if a deal with Jack fell through, it would be worse than, well, defeating the firelord with no pants.

"Yes!" Shouted Jack as he grabbed the box and started to run like a lab rat for cheese, "Thanks, Bill! Your a freaking legend!"

He was a victim of addiction. Thank god that's not me anymore. Billie Joe thought to himself. He never wanted to be that monster again. Ever again.

Now that the deal was done, it was Scooby-Doo Mystery hour as Mike calls it when he looks for something. In this case a blonde brittish boy was the subjuct of the chase.

"Mike," Billie Joe said in an impatient way, "where's Draco?"

"No idea." Mike said with a shrug as he looked around the street. "He must've stayed back at the house or something."

Billie Joe gave Mike an exasperated expression before heading back towards the house. "Mike, what the hell did you leave him there alone for?"

"He said I need to hurry because you were alone in the park with some greasy dude." Mike said with a chuckle. "When he said that I knew it was Jack. I didn't want you to get pumbled again."

Billie Joe sighed as he came up to his house. He found that Mike had left the front door opened when he left the house-he knew Draco would've been polite enough to close it. Billie Joe instantly ran up to his room where, to his comfort, Draco was looking through the tapes again. Draco looked up at him as he walked into the room and gave him a slight smile. Billie Joe smiled back as he walked over to Draco.

"I thought you didn't wanna listen to music anymore." Billie Joe said as he looked at the tapes next to Draco.

"I had to keep myself busy. I didn't want to be a bother at the park." Draco said smiling, then suddenly, his face dropped. Billie Joe turned around to see Mike standing at the door. Mike came in and plopped down on Billie Joe's bed. Draco's eyes turned slightly vancant as he held lightly to his left sleeve. Mike smiled evily at Draco, obviously messing with him. BIllie Joe knew that Draco couldn't tell when Mike was kidding and when he was serious-almost no one could. Billie Joe sat on the bed next to Mike and looked at Draco. He stood by the tapes akwardly with his torn sleeve exposing his slender shoulders. Billie Joe blinked his eyes a little and looked away from Draco.

"Um. . . So what do you guys wanna do now?" Billie Joe said looking between the two other boys. Draco looked at them and shrugged.

"I'm new here." Draco said silently. "I have no clue what there is to do."

"Um. . . Well." Billie Joe said looking at Mike for help.

"Hey Blondie." Mike said with a smile. "You have game halls where you're from?"

Billie Joe looked at Mike then at Draco who shook his head and appeared to know what they where talking about.

"Well then," Billie Joe interjected. "I think you will have to come with us to the greatest ones in all of the world. Hopefully you keep up with him. I know its hard for me after three years of it."

Draco nodded and looked at Mike uncertainly as he tried to fix his sleeve. Billie Joe smiled at him and walked over to his closet. He picked up a dark red hoodie that was on the floor and tossed it at Draco.

"Keep it." Billie Joe said with a smile. "I've got plenty and yours is practically ruined."

Draco nodded and gave Billie Joe a slight smile before dissapearing into the bathroom and closing the door.

He emerged in a short amount of time wearing the hoodie unzipped showing off his tight black v-neck shirt. Billie Joe felt stunned as he tried to fight off the heat rising in his cheeks. Draco seemed not to notice as he adjusted his shirt gently. Mike though gave Billie Joe a few nudges with his elbow and laughed.

"Looks like someone might be developing a crush." Mike whispered so low only Billie Joe could hear. Billie Joe's cheeks reddened even more before he hit Mike in the back of the head. "Ouch. Hey, it's not a bad thing. You can fall in love with anyone in the entire world! It makes it even better that he's briitsh."

"Shut up, you little idiot." Billie said instictively.

Billie Joe's cheeks turned as red as a tomato as Draco looked at the both of them. He'd obviously heard nothing of their conversation, but Billie Joe still felt akward knowing that he was standing there the whole time. Draco smiled slightly.

"Are we going to go?" Draco asked looking at the two boys. Billie Joe regained composure quickly and nodded his head slowly before the three boys headed out of the house.

It didn't take long to get to the arcade. It was as "well used" as every other buliding in Oakland, but Billie always lived in an enviornment such as this. He glanced at Draco and the smirk on his face said it all. He was a rich kid.

Mike ran into the arcade like a kid looking for a chocolate fountain in a giant candy store. Billie Joe couldn't help but laugh, Draco giggled along with him. Draco's ace suddenly turned red but soon got over it as they casually walked in.