WARNING!: foul language, graphic scenes, and drug use
The
dungeons of Hogwarts were always damp. Always. No matter that it was
April and had rained for the past week and a half. Even if it was the
middle of July and five hundred degrees outside the damn place would
still be damp. It
was Draco Malfoy’s seventh and final year of Hogwarts. The end
of the misery of living in this damp hell drew ever nearer. Draco lay
in his four-poster bed of his private room. It was nearing one in the
morning on this Friday night. Blaise had gone just two hours before
after having her tri-weekly fuck. Draco didn’t care. A piece of
ass was a piece of ass no matter who it was from. Two nights before
it was Zachary Moss of Ravenclaw in his bed and the night before that
it was some fifth year from Gryffindor. What was her name? Oh well,
it didn’t matter anyway. Gryffindors are stupid like that. All
except one anyway. Potter.
How different he was now. Potter hardly ever came around anymore. He
was just too damn good for that. The feud between Malfoy and Potter
that had rocked Hogwarts since they’d arrived in first year was
hardly now even a sizzle. Harry had spent the last few summers in
specialty training with the top Aurors and Dumbledore and was now
virtually unstoppable with his magical abilities. He no longer used a
wand having mastered wandless magic and his strength was phenomenal.
Draco suspected that even Dumbledore was just a bit afraid of him.
Potter was solitary with himself at school. He ate with his house
members occasionally when he actually showed up, but even the Weasel
and that mudblood Granger didn’t hold his attention for longer
than a few minutes. Harry was too busy with something all the time to
be bothered. Harry would disappear for two or three days at a time
and nothing was ever said as to his whereabouts. Even the old man
didn’t seem to know or care. And
of Voldemort? Yeah, he was still around planning something horrid for
the little hero. Some dastardly plan to finally kill him. Everybody
was waiting for it. Any day now the fucker would just come out of the
woodwork for Potter. It was a given. Draco snorted at the foolishness
of it all. Potter was just waiting on it. Draco hadn’t seen
Harry in a few days. It’s not like he was looking for him or
anything. Fucking damp dungeons. Draco
ran a hand through his hair and decided that no matter how many fucks
he had tonight he needed a stroll. Maybe to the Astronomy Tower to
have a smoke. After all, Draco had just snorted up the last of his
powder. He had just turned eighteen and nothing in the world seemed
to matter anymore. Yeah, he’d taken that stupid dark mark to
please his overly foul father. So what? Draco decided not to serve
anybody but himself and if some stupid brand on his arm let him live
the comfortable life, then so be it. Draco shrugged on a pair of
black jeans and a black shirt. It was camouflage for stealth in the
hallways. Filch was still around with that stupid fur ball of a cat
somewhere. Draco
left the dungeons with his pack of smokes in hand. He only had to
duck into a corner once because of two third years that were trying
to sneak around. Stupid little twats will end up getting caught
anyway with all the noise they’re making. Draco crept up the
stairs and opened the door quietly. He walked over to the stone wall,
lit a cigarette and blew the smoke into the light breeze that was
always present here on the highest point of the flat space on top of
the school. Draco stilled for a moment and turned his head just a bit
at hearing some soft moan. Great.
Some brats fucking up here as always. Might as well have a little
entertainment while I’m here, Draco thought. He moved silently
around the corner and locked gazes with Harry Potter being sucked off
by some little blonde. Harry was twirling a lollipop in his mouth and
was sitting nonchalantly on the stone wall getting his jollies. Harry
never let his gaze leave Draco’s as he just sat as if it were
nothing to be caught in the act. Draco playing his part just leaned
up against the wall and continued his cigarette as each smirked to
the other. The
little blonde was giving it all she was worth and Potter didn’t
seem too affected by her efforts. With a hand on the back of her
head, Potter jerked her head onto his cock as his eyes closed
momentarily and had obviously shot a load down her throat. She pulled
back and was obviously waiting on some reaction from him. Potter only
took her long hair, wiped off his wet erection and pushed her away. “Go
on,” Potter said. “I’m through.” The blonde
stood and gave him some hurtful look to which he only smirked
hatefully and continued to eat the candy. She turned in a huff as he
stuffed his cock back into his jeans and crossed his arms enjoying
the candy much more than what he’d just got. “Nice,”
Draco said in a dry tone as he pushed himself from the wall on which
he’d been leaning. Harry shrugged. “Whatever.
It’s nothing to me,” Harry said flatly as he looked over
the rooftop. Draco came to sit on the stone wall beside him and
offered Harry a smoke, which he took. Harry flashed his hand and
created a small flame in his palm to light the smoke and then threw
the flame up and it vanished. “Thanks.” “What’s
up with you lately, Potter?” Draco asked. “I’ve
heard talk that you leave Hogwarts for days.” “And
why in hell would anything I do interest the likes of you?”
Harry asked as he blew the smoke from him. Harry gave a small head
tilt and raised eyebrow to the question.
“I
might need to tell Voldemort where to find your stupid ass,”
Draco said. Harry gave a short laugh. “Make it easy on me,
would you?” “Fine.
I go to London twice a week,” Harry said. “And
why do you go to London twice a week?” Draco asked. Harry
reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial of white powder. “For
this,” Harry said. “I know you do it. Want some?” “Hell
yeah,” Draco said. “I didn’t know you dealt.” “I
don’t deal in it much. This is my personal supply,” Harry
said opening the vial and taking a large snort of the white powder
inside. Harry handed it to Draco who did the same. “Good
shit,” Draco said of the cocaine before taking another snort.
“The last I got wasn’t worth a damn.” “I
have a few more vials, you can have that one,” Harry said.
Draco held up the vial. “This
is quite a hefty chunk to be giving away, Potter. I’ll pay you
for it. Don’t worry,” Draco said. “I
said you could have it,” Harry said. “Maybe I’ll
want something from you one day.” “I’d
rather not be in your debt,” Draco said. “I’m sure
you can appreciate that.” “Sure
can,” Harry said taking the last drag from his cigarette and
tossing it off the edge of the building. “Don’t worry
about it. Keep the coke. Consider it as a reward for living through
seven years of this fucking hellhole.” “Here,”
Draco said handing back the open vial. Harry took another snort of
the powder and handed it back to Draco who again took another snort
as well. “I’ll be fucked up off this shit in a while.” “I’ve
already had half a vial myself today,” Harry said. “Fuck
it.” “You
better lay off or Dumbledore will know something,” Draco said. “I’m
sick of his bitching at me,” Harry said. “He knows I do
it. What can he say? He can’t stop me anyway. I do whatever the
fuck I want to do and everybody knows better than to say anything to
me about it.” “I
never figured you’d turn out so damn cold, Potter,” Draco
said. “You’re acting more like me. Aren’t you
glad?” Draco teased. “I
am cold,” Harry said. “I don’t give a flying fuck
about anything.” “Not
even that little blonde giving you head a minute ago?” Draco
asked. “What was her name anyway?” “I
have no idea,” Harry said. “They all want to suck off the
boy who lived. And who am I to turn down some head whenever I want
it? Any time day or night I want head or a good fuck I get it. It’s
nothing new.” Harry laughed coldly. “And you’re the
same way. Hell it’s no secret you’ve screwed half the
school.” “And
you’ve fucked the other half,” Draco said. Harry nodded.
“You did a number on that Harris kid.” “He
was just like all the others,” Harry said with no emotion
evident. “I gave him one good fuck and he was professing his
undying love for me. Drove me nuts. He followed me everywhere. I
finally had to beat the hell out of him to get him to leave me the
fuck alone. But his arm is healing up fine I hear.” “I
guess,” Draco said. “Last I heard he was still in the
hospital wing.” “Whatever,”
Harry said. “What are you doing up here anyway? Aren’t
you supposed to be down in the dungeons sacrificing puppies in some
dark art ritual?” “I
just finished before I came up for a smoke,” Draco said. “And
it wasn’t puppies. I’ve moved up to using the fresh blood
of aborted infants.” “Oh,
well congratulations are in order,” Harry said and he held out
his hand. Draco shook it. “For your promotion and all.” “Thanks,”
Draco took the tease. “Hey, listen. Next time you go in for
more drugs, let me know. If you could pick up something for me I’d
appreciate it. The last I had was cut so bad it wasn’t even
half.” “Is
that all you want? The coke?” Harry asked. “I can get
anything.” “I
have syringes if you’re into the needle thing like I am,”
Draco said. “I just snort when I can’t get to my spoon.” “I
have needles,” Harry said. “You into anything else? Ever
tried Hiddle?” Harry said of the Wizarding drug similar to a
light version of heroin. “Yeah.
All the time,” Draco said. “You got some?” “I
got some,” Harry grinned crookedly. “You want a shot?” “Hell
yeah,” Draco said. “Where? Here?” “Come
on,” Harry said walking to the door. Draco followed Harry down
the stairs and through several passageways. Harry stopped and looked
around before touching some nondescript stone, muttering something
under his breath and stepping through the wall. Draco followed. It
was completely dark. Harry reached and took Draco’s hand and
led him down the dark hallway. “Lumos torchelia,” Harry
said and the torches lit to show several crates. “Have a seat.” Draco
sat on one crate and Harry picked up one of the packets of the drug,
the spoon and proceeded to heat the concoction over a blue candle
flame. Draco’s mouth watered at the fix Harry was offering.
Harry was preparing enough for each of them. Harry held the spoon as
Draco fixed up one syringe for each of them. “You’d
better only take half of that syringe. This shit is pure, Malfoy.” “Fuck
you,” Draco said. “I need more light. My veins are
small.” “Want
me to do it for you?” Harry asked flicking his hand to make the
torches glow brighter. “I
can do it myself, thanks,” Draco said wrapping his arm with the
band and flipping his vein to raise it a bit. Draco inserted the
needle and gave the plunge into the head rush. Draco put the needle
down and gave up the band to Harry who proceeded to band his arm, tap
a vein and inject the drug. “Hell
yeah,” Harry said of the rush. “Good shit, huh?” “Damn
that is good shit,” Draco said. “Fuck.” Draco said
of the rush that kept coming. “I
could get a couple of people in here if you want to have sex,”
Harry said. “I love fucking around when I’m high.” “Me,
too,” Draco said as he leaned back against the stone wall.
“I’ve done fucked Blaise tonight. Twice.” “Twice?
Is that all? I’ve had three blow jobs in the last four hours,”
Harry laughed. “Who
do you bring down here to shoot up with you?” Draco asked. “A
few people,” Harry said. “I sit here for a couple of days
at a time and do nothing but shoot up and fuck. You know Dylan Cross,
Nyman Fields and Troy Bestian? All Ravenclaws? I bring them here
sometimes. They just want the dope, but they give it up to keep me
happy. You know how it is.” “Right,”
Draco said. “Nobody denies you anything do they?” “Nope,”
Harry said with a pop. “Why should they? What a thrill to be
fucked by me. Isn’t that what they say?” “I
guess. I never listened,” Draco said. “Damn, that was
some good shit.” “I
can get anything you want,” Harry said. “I get Quaaludes
for Ron. He’s into the pill thing. It seriously fucked him up
when he knew I was on the needle. He told Hermione and all hell broke
loose. She was bitching at me until I told her off. Now I rarely even
speak to them anymore. I hardly ever go to the dorms either. I sleep
here most of the time.” “I
knew you were taking drugs last year,” Draco said. “Everybody
knows it I think. Your eyes stay bloodshot.” “I
don’t care. What are people going to say to me?” Harry
asked with a grin. “Nothing. Everybody is scared to death of
me. I’m that crazy Harry Potter that’s always high that’s
supposed to kill Voldemort when that sorry fucker comes. I’ll
do it when he shows up again. I’m not worried about it.” “You
don’t even worry that some evil fucker is coming after you?”
Draco asked. “And
that’s different from when, Draco?” Harry asked heavy in
the sarcasm department. Draco was a bit taken by Harry using his
first name but he ever let it show. “Every fucking year it’s
the same shit. He comes, I mess with him and I get away somehow. But
not this year. I’m killing him this year.” Harry slurred
the last few words. “Damn, I’m high.” “Holy
shit, I am, too,” Draco said giving a tiny groan and rubbing
his crotch. “Who you got on the to be fucked waiting list?” “Who
do you want and I’ll bring them?” Harry asked. “Anybody
in the school, just name it.” “Does
that include you?” Draco dared to ask. “Hell
no,” Harry said. “I’m not a bottom.” “You’ve
never been bottomed?” Draco asked with a smirk. “That
is none of your business,” Harry said. “I’m the
fucker not the fuckee.” The pair laughed in their intoxicated
state. “Why
not? Why don’t you give it up?” Draco asked. “That’s
personal,” Harry said with a grin. “What about you? You
take it both ways?” “Yeah,”
Draco said. “I’m a slut. What can I say? But I want to
know about you.” Draco stretched out his legs and got
comfortable. Harry mimicked what Draco did and leaned against the
stones and stretched out for the chat. “You’re fucking
girls and guys all over and you’re refusing to give it up. I’m
curious as to why that is.” “And
it’s still none of your damn business,” Harry said
folding his hands over his stomach. “Are
you afraid?” Draco said mockingly with a small chuckle. “Have
you ever known me to be afraid of absolutely anything?” Harry
asked turning his head to Draco who shook his head.
“I
can’t understand it,” Draco said. “Harry’s a
topper and never been bottomed. That blows my mind.” “You
want to know?” Harry asked in a serious tone with his glassy
slitted eyes. Draco nodded to the seriousness of their conversation.
“Fine. I wanted to save myself until I found someone that I
actually cared about. Isn’t that stupid?” “Not
really,” Draco said. “I’d give my left nut to find
somebody worth having.” “I’d
give your left nut to have that, too,” Harry joked and they
each laughed. “There’s nobody for me though, Draco. I’m
just too damn fucked up. I can get laid at the drop of a hat,
but…well, you know what I mean.” “I
know all too well,” Draco said almost sadly. “It’s
not like I’d have to have some pristine virgin male or female.
And it’s not even about the sex either.” “A
relationship,” Harry said as if it were too preposterous to
consider. “What is that, anyway? I’ve never even had
one.” “I
did date Pansy for two years,” Draco said. “But we all
know about that.” “She
was roaring mad at you when you dumped her ass,” Harry laughed.
“And for Philip? Nobody expected that. Well, I did because I
knew you’d been fucking him for two months before you broke it
off with Pansy.” “And
how did you know that?” Draco asked. “I
know everything, Draco,” Harry said. “I get around this
school at night. I hardly ever sleep anyway. I’m fucked up
almost every day and I sit here. Alone most of the time.” There
was a hint of sadness in Harry’s voice. “Well,
next time you want to get high, come find me. I know I’m always
ready,” Draco said. “I have trouble finding anybody to
get high with anyway.” “Good.
I’ll do that,” Harry said. “I think I’ll stay
here tonight. I have a mattress on the floor over there with
blankets.” “I
need to sit here for a while before I go. I can see me falling down
four flights of stairs in the dungeon,” Draco said. “Snape
would have a fit at trying to explain that.” “You
want to stay here?” Harry offered. “You can crash on the
mattress with me. I don’t give a shit.” “Aren’t
you afraid I’d try to take advantage of you?” Draco
asked. “Hell
no,” Harry said. “I wouldn’t even care. You want to
fuck? Fine.” “But
you’re no bottom, Harry,” Draco said. Harry noted Draco
using his given name. “But
you said you were,” Harry grinned. “Not
for you,” Draco shot out in his slurred speech. Harry laughed. “Fine.
We’ll sleep then,” Harry said. “I have a few
butterbeers if you want one.” “Yeah,
give me one,” Draco said. “I have vodka in my room.” “Oh
damn. I’d love some vodka,” Harry said summoning two
butterbeers for them. Harry twisted off the cap and handed it to
Draco who took it. Harry twisted off his cap and they each drank. “This
is good and cold,” Draco said. “Yeah,
I made a cooling spell that I keep on the box they’re in,”
Harry said. “I like it cold.” “Me,
too,” Draco said. “Most people don’t.” “Tell
me about it,” Harry said. “Everybody else bitches because
I keep it cold. Hell, it’s mine. I’ll do whatever the
fuck I want with it.” “Damn
straight,” Draco said as he slung back the brew. “That
was some good shit, Harry. Really good. That was probably the best H
I ever had.” “Thanks,”
Harry said. “I get that from a guy in London named Pete. He’s
a punk, but he’s always got good shit. Sometimes I get the
powder from another guy named Trick. He’s a big ass black dude
with an attitude. He’s great. So tell me what’s going on
in the world of Death Eaters.” “How
the hell should I know?” Draco asked. “Well,
considering the fact that both you and your father are both Death
Eaters, I thought you’d know,” Harry said with a laugh.
“I’m
not active in that shit,” Draco said. “They’re
always torturing and killing muggles and even that gets old after a
while. And while I’m in school I’m not doing a damn thing
with them.” “So
after graduation you get your own little Death Eater costume complete
with mask?” Harry asked with much sarcasm. “I
already have my nice little outfit, thanks,” Draco said. “I
could care less what the fuck they do. I don’t plan on being
around after graduation anyway.” “You
plan on cutting rank and getting the hell out then?” Harry
asked. “No,
actually I plan on you killing the fucker so I won’t have to
worry about it. No pressure on you or anything,” Draco laughed
as did Harry. “You
and the whole fucking world,” Harry said. “Whatever. I’ll
do it unless the fucker kills me and then I won’t worry about
it either way.” “Fine
with me,” Draco said. “But if he does kill you first, I’m
moving to France.” Harry laughed hard. “I’m not
kidding. I have a house there.” “Great,”
Harry said. “Just as long as you have plans.” “I
do,” Draco said almost closing his eyes in his high. “That
was some good shit, Harry.” Draco said of the drugs. “I
feel great.” “Me,
too,” Harry said. “Feel like being a bottom? If you
don’t, I’m taking a trip. We could double up on some girl
if you want.” “Yeah,
let’s do that. I haven’t been in a threesome in a couple
of months,” Draco said. “Who you got?” “I’ll
find somebody,” Harry said as he pushed himself up to stand.
“Anyone in particular you want to fuck?” “Like
it matters?” Draco asked. “Just get somebody. I don’t
care who it is.” “Fine.
Be right back,” Harry said as he walked along the passage.
“Take the rest of that syringe if you want it.” Harry
said before he left the corridor. Draco decided to wait before taking
the rest of the drug. Draco settled back against the stone wall and
thought about the strangeness of sharing dope with Harry Potter and
now having a threesome with him with some unknown. Within fifteen
minutes, Harry was pulling someone along the corridor with him. Draco
looked to see one of the Ravenclaw seventh year girls. “Fix
me up, Harry,” Kendra said. “Hey, Malfoy.” “Hey,
Kendra,” Draco said. Harry sat with the other two and fixed
each of them a bit in the spoon. Draco drew up the liquid into three
syringes and each took their own. Harry let the other two use the
band and he took off his belt and wrapped it around his arm to take
the shot. After all three had plunged the drug into their veins they
sat for a moment with the intense high. “Thanks,
Harry,” Kendra said giving back the syringe. “Holy shit.
I didn’t know you had Malfoy down here. What a trip. Where the
hell you been anyway?” “Around,”
Harry said. “I
didn’t know you and Malfoy even got along,” Kendra said. “That’s
none of your damn business,” Harry said coldly. “Sorry,”
Kendra said. Draco gave a short laugh. “You
know where the mattress is,” Harry said to her. Kendra stood
and began to strip slowly for them both. She had a fine body and
neatly trimmed to perfection. “Go for it, Draco.” Draco
pushed himself up from the stones trying not to wobble. “I’m
fucked up,” Draco said as he started to strip off clothing.
Harry was cleaning the syringes in some clear solution as the pair
went over to the mattress. Kendra helped Draco off with the rest of
his clothing as she started to suck him off. Harry finished with his
efforts at the crate and came over to take off his shoes and socks as
he watched Kendra.
“She
gives good head,” Harry said to Draco. “Hell
yes she does,” Draco said. Kendra giggled a bit as she
continued to suck. Harry undressed and laid back on the mattress
watching Kendra work her mouth magic. “I hate to share,
Potter.” “Give
it up, Malfoy,” Harry said taking a handful of Kendra’s
hair and pulling her over to his own cock. Harry motioned for Draco
to take Kendra from behind. Draco sat up from the mattress and went
behind Kendra to slide into her hot crotch and begin to move. Harry
dipped his head back and tried to enjoy his blowjob, but the best
part was watching Draco fucking her. Harry raised his head back up to
watch. Draco’s pale skin glowed in the torchlight. Kendra was
obviously enjoying what Draco had to give her. “Oh
fuck,” Kendra pulled up from Harry’s cock long enough to
say. “Damn, Malfoy.” “I
told you it’d be worth it,” Harry said. “Move
around here.” Draco let up long enough for Kendra to mount
herself on top of Harry’s cock. When she was sliding down with
just a bit of ease, Draco moved up to begin fingering and stretching
her ass. Kendra moaned at the feeling of having both spots pleasured.
When Draco had three fingers working effortlessly inside her, he
stilled them both and slid the head of his cock into her ass. They
set a rhythm together of fucking her in each hole. “Oh
yeah,” Draco said as he pumped into the tightness of her ass.
Kendra leaned up to kiss Harry, but he moved his head. “You
know better,” Harry said to her. Draco moved his hand down and
held Harry’s leg to balance himself. Harry’s hand was
over Kendra’s back and in trying to maintain good leverage
Draco put his hand also on her back. Their fingers touched and before
either of them knew it their fingers had clasped onto the others and
they held on. It wasn’t Kendra’s presence that flamed
either of them at that moment. It was the touch of the other. “Oh
fuck,” Harry said as Kendra was moving up and down over his
throbbing cock. “Yeah, do it.” After more movements and
hard thrusts within her body each was moaning and begging for sweet
relief. “Holy
shit…oh yeah…” Draco breathed hard as the fine
mist of sweat covered them all. “Come
on my back, Malfoy,” Kendra said. “Shut
your fucking hole,” Harry spat at her. “He’ll come
wherever he wants.” Kendra didn’t seem to mind Harry’s
opinion as she kept humping them both. Draco was so close and he made
the decision to pull out at the last minute as he shot a load of the
hot sticky liquid on her back. With several more thrusts, Harry
growled and shot his own load up inside her. “I hope you’re
on that contraceptive. Because if you’re not, I’m killing
your sorry ass.” “You
know I am,” Kendra said. “Can I get another shot before I
go?” “You
don’t ask me for nothing,” Harry pointed in her face as
he pushed her away. “Draco, you want another shot?” “You
having one?” Draco asked. Harry nodded. “Fine, then.
Here, I’ll draw it.” Draco and Harry worked on the drug
while Kendra dressed quickly. She was almost shaking by the time the
needles were fixed. “Take
that with you,” Harry said handing her the syringe. “I
wanted to do it here,” Kendra said. “I
don’t give a fuck what you wanted,” Harry said hatefully.
“Now get out.” Harry pointed to the door. “You’re
getting bitchy, Harry,” Kendra said as she stood to leave.
“Later.” Kendra said as she left. “Bitch,”
Harry said with a laugh. “You
were rough on her,” Draco said. “She’s
my little whore,” Harry said. “She does give good head,
though.” “Hell
yeah she does. I give better, but she was okay,” Draco laughed. “I
give good head,” Harry said. “But even if I didn’t,
nobody would dare tell me otherwise now would they?” Harry
laughed at the insanity of it. “I
would,” Draco said as he injected the needle into his arm and
pushed the plunger. “I’m so fucked up already, Harry.
Damn. I might just pass out.” “Go
ahead,” Harry said. “I plan on it. Look at this?”
Harry showed Draco as he pushed the entire syringe into his arm. “You
better hope you don’t die because I’m leaving your sorry
ass to rot in here if you do,” Draco said. “Fuck
it,” Harry said as he pulled the needle out of his arm. “Oh
hell yeah.” Harry said of the complete rush. Harry swayed with
is drug induced state. “Oh fuck.” Harry whispered as he
closed his eyes as the drug took over and he dropped the syringe on
the crate. “Damn,
Harry,” Draco said. “I think I will stay here. There’s
no way…that I…that I can make it…it back to the
room.” Draco was swaying in his high. “Holy shit, I’m
fucked up.” “Fuck,”
Harry whispered in his slowly falling way. “Mattress.”
Harry moved to the floor and literally crawled over to flop on the
mattress. Draco sat for a few more moments before trying to stand and
falling hard onto the stone floor. “Harry,
I can’t make it,” Draco said. Harry moved over to take
Draco’s hand and pull him over to the mattress. Harry let go
and Draco fell half onto Harry as they crawled onto the mattress
naked. “Damn. This is fucked up.” “Hell
yeah. I love it,” Harry said. “My head is spinning good.” “I’m
fried,” Draco said rolling over and putting his arm over
Harry’s chest. Each of their eyes were closed but Harry twined
his fingers in with Draco’s and held his hand as they lay in
the drug induced high. “Why didn’t you kiss her?” “I
don’t kiss anybody,” Harry slurred as he closed his eyes.
“I’m fucked up like that.” “Why…why
not?” Draco slurred as he was losing it. “Can’t
do it,” Harry whispered as he was teetering on the edge of
passing out himself. “Too personal. Has to be special.” “Yeah….”
Draco said before they both passed out on the mattress. Draco’s
eyes fluttered open to see Harry sitting up on the mattress smoking a
cigarette. Draco rose up and Harry passed him the smoke, which he
took a drag and handed it back. “What
a night,” Draco drawled with a grin. Harry returned the grin
with a nod. “Yeah,”
Harry said almost sadly. “Nothing new except having you along.
You keep up with me pretty good. I don’t know many who could
take as many shots as me.” “The
hell you say,” Draco said. “That’s nothing. Last
summer I spent in my room shooting up every four hours on that shit.
It’s a wonder I didn’t die.” “It’s
a wonder I’m not dead,” Harry said. “Ever thought
about cleaning up? Stopping the dope?” “I
thought about it,” Draco said. “But why? What else is
there really? It’s not like I can’t make the grades and
pass anyway.” “And
it’s not like any professor would dare fail me,” Harry
said with a short laugh. “Aren’t we great? I haven’t
done one word of homework the entire year and I’m passing
everything with an A average. Now tell me that’s not fucked
up.” “I’ve
done schoolwork this year,” Draco said with a yawn. “But
not much. I’m already past all these teachings here at school
anyway. I could take the finals if I wanted to. But…I don’t
give a shit either way.” “Me,
either,” Harry said. “Want some breakfast? We could go to
the dining hall or eat here. I have house elves at my beck and call.” “Order
it up then and I’ll lay here,” Draco lay back on the
mattress. “I
was thinking about going to London today since it’s Saturday.
You want to go?” Harry asked.
“How
many other times have you took people with you?” Draco asked. “None,”
Harry said. “I’m a loner.” “Then
why are you asking me?” Draco asked suspiciously. “You
don’t want to go, fine,” Harry said. “I’m
going after I eat something and take another hit.” “I
was just wondering why you asked me to go,” Draco said. “I
thought you might want to,” Harry said. “You don’t
want to go, then don’t go. I don’t care either way.” “I’ll
go then,” Draco said. “It’s not like I have a plan
for the day. I’ll get cash. You going to get more Hiddle?” “If
that’s what you want,” Harry said. “I’m
getting more powder, too.” Harry moved his hand and created a
small ball of light that he threw against the wall. In a few moments
a house elf came. “Bring us some breakfast and be quick about
it.” The house elf bowed and disappeared. “You’re
just not very nice, are you?” Draco asked with a laugh. “And
you’re one to be criticizing me for not being nice? Fuck you,”
Harry said to Draco with a grin. “I
would say fuck you, but we all know that’s not going to
happen,” Draco said with a laugh. Harry gave a snort of a
laugh. “Harry Potter is a prude waiting for true undying love.
How sickeningly sweet.” “Yeah,
well,” Harry said. “And
you don’t even kiss,” Draco said shaking his head.
“You’ve fried your brain, Harry. Kissing is a good thing.
Damn, I love to kiss.” “I’ve
not kissed anybody in almost two years,” Harry said sadly. “I
just can’t do it. It doesn’t feel right anymore. Hell, I
probably forgot how.” “It’s
like having sex. You don’t forget,” Draco said. “With
kissing it’s more of an emotional thing,” Harry said.
“It’s too intimate to share with just anybody.” “That’s
one thing we agree on,” Draco said. “I never kiss women
anymore. It freaks me out. I had lip lock with Kevin Shiles a couple
of weeks ago. Now that guy can kiss. He’s good.” “I
wouldn’t know,” Harry said. “And where the fuck is
my food? You want a shot before we eat?” “No,
I can’t shoot up before I eat,” Draco said. “I
generally don’t either,” Harry said. “We’ll
wait then.” Harry lay back on the mattress with Draco. “Toss
me that blanket, I’m a bit cold.” “Hell
no,” Draco said. “I’m warm under here.” “Go
to hell and give me some of that blanket,” Harry said pulling
the blanket over onto him. When he did the blanket came off Draco. “Share
that damn thing before I beat the shit out of you,” Draco said. “Well
move over here,” Harry said. Draco moved over so that they
touched. “You’re warm. I’m freezing.” “You
are cold,” Draco said. “Come over here and wrap up.”
Harry turned over and wrapped an arm over Draco’s warmth. Harry
cuddled up to him under the blanket. “That’s
better,” Harry said. “I woke up freezing this morning.” “Why
didn’t you come over here?” Draco said. “I was
warm.” “I
thought about it,” Harry said. “But my cock would have
been right at your ass and I thought the better of it.” They
each laughed.
“Oh
god, you’re fucked up,” Draco said as the house elf came
with a platter of food for each of them. “Just put it down over
there.” The house elf did as commanded and left. “I need
a shower.” “So
do I,” Harry said. “But I’m so damn cold I want to
lay here for a few more minutes.” “Fine.
I’ll stay here with you,” Draco said. “This damn
school stays so fucking cold and damp year round. I’m sick of
it.” “Hell,
I am, too,” Harry said. “Do you realize I’ve lived
here at this school for over three years straight without leaving?” “Damn,”
Draco said in pity. “I would hate that shit.” “I
do hate it,” Harry said. “That’s another reason I
get out to London twice a week. I just need to get away from here
sometimes.” “I
should have had that house elf bring me some clothes,” Draco
said. “I don’t feel like walking back to the dungeons.
That’s such a long way from here.” “We’ll
get another house elf to bring us clothes later,” Harry said.
“Damn you’re warm.” “I
am warm,” Draco said. “I feel great. Other than needing a
shower.” “There’s
a bathroom connected to this room that I use. It has a tub but no
shower,” Harry said. “I fixed the plumbing last year so
it would work. I have the house elves stock it with soap and towels,
too. The only thing is that there’s a limited supply of hot
water. Only enough for one bath, so we’ll have to share it.” “Fine.
We’re lying here naked anyway,” Draco laughed. “I
never thought I’d be lying naked with Harry Potter of all
people.” “Aren’t
you the lucky one?” Harry said. “I never let anybody stay
here much. And never anybody that I’ve just fucked. People get
too attached after they fuck and then spend the night. It’s too
much trouble.” “I’m
the same way. Fuck them and send them on their way,” Draco said
flatly. Harry nodded. “We are two cold mother fuckers, Harry.
No wonder we’re alone.” “We’re
not alone,” Harry laughed. “We’re both here so
we’re not alone.” “You
know what I mean,” Draco said. “Alone as in ‘will
never have anyone for that wonderfully sweet relationship type
thing.’ I don’t even know if I could do that.” “I’ve
never had it, so I can’t say one way or the other,” Harry
said as he slid his leg up over Draco’s. “My thighs are
freezing.” “Your
skin is just like an ice cube on me,” Draco said. “I
can’t help it,” Harry said. “You had the blanket
all night, you hog.” “Go
to hell,” Draco said. “I was warm and you were so stupid
you didn’t even think to move over and get warm with me. That’s
your fault.” “Yeah,
well,” Harry said. “I’m warm now so lay still.” “Fuck
you,” Draco said. “I’ll move when I feel like it.” “Fine
then,” Harry said as he closed his eyes. “I could sleep
again like this.” “So
could I,” Draco said in his sleepy state. “Let’s
sleep for a bit longer, want to?” “Hmm,”
Harry said before they each drifted off for a bit longer. As they
slept Harry turned over and Draco spooned up against his back with an
arm over him holding him close. Harry’s eyes opened slowly much
later after their morning nap. It was the warmest and most wonderful
Harry had felt in months waking with another person wrapped around
him cuddled under a blanket. Draco’s warm breath on that
sensitive spot right below his neck sent shivers down his spine which
were landing in his groin quickly. Harry moved his hand up to lazily
rub Draco’s arm, which lay on him. This felt nice and Harry
marveled at how nice it really was. Malfoy.
Draco of all people was the one here with him. It was good. There was
no pressure between them like there was with other people. Draco had
the cash and wasn’t slumming around trying to take his drugs
and then make it good by offering up a piece of ass for it. Harry was
sick of all the meaningless sex offered to him everywhere, every day
just for the drugs or because of his fame. Harry continued in his
thoughts as he still rubbed his hand over Draco’s pale silken
skin. “What
are you doing?” Draco asked moving his face just a bit closer
to rest on Harry’s back. “Nothing,”
Harry said softly. “Lying here enjoying this.” “Enjoying
what?” Draco said sleepily. “Well, I know what you mean.
I rarely wake up with somebody either.” Draco pulled Harry back
closer to him and nuzzled as close as he could get. “And you
feel good.” Draco kissed that tender spot on which he breathed
almost making Harry choke with the sensation of it. “You
better stop that or you’ll regret it,” Harry chuckled.
Draco smirked and kissed that spot again and trailed the soft kisses
and breath up to Harry’s neck right below his hair. Harry
moaned softly at bit the inside of his lip as his mind started to
numb and his skin began to tingle. “You
mean that?” Draco teased. “Hell
yes you evil bastard,” Harry said. Draco gave muffled laugh
into Harry’s neck, and he proceeded to take a tiny nip at the
tender skin there. “You need to either stop now or be prepared
to be fucked,” Harry said. “I can’t take that.” “Is
this your special spot?” Draco whispered onto Harry’s
neck continuing to kiss and rub his nose on the most sensitive areas.
“Is this what does it for you?” “Draco,
I mean it,” Harry said as he was being seduced but having some
sort of aversion to the idea. “I don’t know if I could
have sex with you.” “I’m
hurt. Really, I am,” Draco teased and finally relenting and
lying back down. “You wouldn’t have sex with me? Why
not?” “I
don’t know,” Harry said. “I probably would, but…I’d
hate to ruin it because I’d have to make you leave and we’re
planning on going to London today.” “Oh
yeah,” Draco remembered. “We ready to eat?” “Hell
no, I’m ready to jack off,” Harry said. “You’ve
made me hard as a rock and I have to take care of it before I eat
anything.” “Take
care of mine, too, while you’re at it,” Draco said. Harry
laughed as he sat up and finally stood. “Fuck
you,” Harry said. “You
said you wouldn’t so I guess I’ll have to it myself,”
Draco said as he also stood. “Where’s that bathroom you
got?” Harry went to touch a stone on the far wall. “Open,”
Harry said and they each entered an older bathroom. Harry walked to
the sink and began to stroke himself to relieve the pressure. “You
could help me with this, you know.” “Go
to hell,” Draco said stroking his own cock and watching Harry
do the same. Each was watching the other masturbate and it was a
total turn on for them. “You do me and I’ll do you.”
They faced and began to stroke the other’s cock. “Oh
yeah…do it like that…” Harry snaked his free hand
around Draco and they rubbed their cocks together as they stroked
them. “Fuck
yes,” Harry said before he bit his lip with a slight moan.
Draco moved his hand up to play with Harry’s nipple as they
kept up the quick stroking of the other. “Pinch it…”
Harry said and Draco pinched the nipple hard getting rewarded with a
hiss of pleasure. “Do
mine,” Draco asked and Harry began to rub Draco’s nipple
between his finger and thumb before he gently pinched it a bit and
Draco moaned. “Hell yeah…I’m getting off on this.”
Draco gave a short laugh. “Me,
too,” Harry breathed harder and the swelling started to build
in Draco’s hand. “Damn, I’m already close. That’s
fucked up.” “It
usually takes me three times this long,” Draco said with a
ragged breath. “You want to get off faster?” “Hell
yeah,” Harry said as he closed his eyes and was close anyway.
Draco took another step forward and began to kiss Harry’s neck
and collarbone as he kept stroking Harry’s throbbing
considerable sized cock. “Holy shit…fuck yeah…”
Harry breathed at the feeling of Draco’s breath and lips on his
skin and the pure pleasure at his dick. Harry bent his head and they
took small turns at kissing, licking and taking tiny bites on the
other’s neck and shoulders. “Do
it, Harry, I’m going to come,” Draco said almost
desperately. “Do it harder.” Harry did as requested and
Draco reciprocated with stroking Harry a bit harder and faster. Draco
began to pant hard and Harry also did. “Here
it comes, do it,” Harry said almost breathless. With another
few strokes Draco spurted his hot liquid over Harry’s hand and
stomach. At feeling the come on him, Harry immediately shot his load
over Draco’s own hand and stomach. Each gave the last of a few
strokes to the other as they shuddered lightly with their orgasm.
“Hell, that was good.” “Damn,”
Draco said as he blew a breath down hard. “I feel great now.”
Harry turned on the water that ran cold and they waited for a bit of
hot water. It became semi-warm which was good enough. They each
washed their hands and stomachs of the semen, dried their hands and
went back out into the room to eat. “I hope our food’s
not cold.” “Here,
I’ll warm it up for us,” Harry said putting one hand each
on the tray lids. After a few moments Harry pulled back his hands and
they sat on the crates and opened the lids of their hot steaming
breakfasts. “Now
that’s more like it,” Draco said. Harry gave a short
laugh as they began to shovel in the food. “How’d you
find this room anyway?” Draco said before the large bite of
scrambled eggs. “Fred
and George Weasley showed it to me in third year,” Harry said.
“It’s a hidden room. I’ve stayed in this room for
years.” “So
all these times nobody could find your sorry ass and they were asking
me if I’d finally killed you and hid your body, you were here?”
Draco teased before the large gulp of the orange juice. “Maybe,”
Harry said. “I wasn’t aware they thought you were that
good to knock me off.” “Don’t
insult me, Harry,” Draco said. “I know more dark arts
than anybody at this fucking school including Snape. If I’d
truly wanted you dead, you’d be dead.” “So
I’m only living due to your overly kind nature?” Harry
said as he poked bacon in his mouth. “What a fucking joke.” “I
didn’t want to go to Azkaban. I’m selfish so sue me,”
Draco said. “I have better things to do than try to kill you
all the time, you know.” “Oh
yeah? Like what do you have to do that’s better than trying to
kill me?” Harry asked. Draco ate in silence for a few more
moments and Harry laughed. “That’s what I thought. Not a
damn thing.” “At
least being here I’m not in Azkaban,” Draco said. “That
place is a nightmare.” “I’ve
been there a few times,” Harry said. “Have you?” “Yeah.
I went to visit my dad once,” Draco said. “You remember
he’s there, right?” Draco teased. “How
could I forget? I put the bastard there,” Harry said. “Thanks
for that, by the way,” Draco said. Harry snapped his head up to
meet Draco’s gaze. “Oh you didn’t know? I hate him.
I absolutely cannot stand the man. Now that he has a life sentence
all our family fortune is in my name now. Every fucking knut is all
mine.” “You’re
welcome then,” Harry gave a short laugh as they ate. Harry
flicked his wrist and threw the ball of light he’d created
against the wall again and a house elf appeared soon after. “I
need a change of clothing and so does Draco.” “I’ll
also need my wallet from my armoire top drawer and a toothbrush,”
Draco said to the house elf. The house elf bowed and disappeared.
“Slaves. Very nice to have.” “I
love having them do shit that I’m too lazy to do,” Harry
said as he finished off his breakfast. “Damn. I could lie down
again. I haven’t slept in days and I’m just fucking
tired.” “Now
that I’ve eaten, I could lay back down and sleep for hours,”
Draco said as he also finished off the toast. “This is Saturday
anyway.” “Is
it?” Harry joked as he pulled up the little bag of drugs and
began to pour it into the spoon. “Want a shot? I know you do.” “Give
it to me, baby,” Draco said as he picked up the cleaned
syringes and looked at them closely noting the dullness. “I got
more needles in my room.” “These
are the last I have,” Harry said as the bit of drug began to
soften and liquefy. Draco did his duty and pulled up two syringes
halfway full so that the spoon was empty. Harry flicked his wrist to
clean up a bit and each prepared. Harry flipped his vein hard several
times. “Damn. I’m losing this vein bad.” “Look
at this,” Draco said holding down his arm so that Harry could
see the long track mark along one vein. “Junkie,”
Harry insulted. “Go
to hell,” Draco said. Harry held out his own arm and it was
virtually the same. “Junkie.” Harry laughed as he finally
got the vein and plunged in the drug. Draco had done the same. Each
dropped the syringe on the crate and just breathed in the high. “I’m
buying a truckload of that when we get to London today. That’s
the best shit I ever had.” “I
think he has more of this same shit,” Harry said. “Damn.
Now I’m cold again. Fucking cold school.” The house elf
appeared with everything they’d asked for and lay it on the
mattress. “Could you change the sheets on that mattress and
bring another blanket?” Harry asked the house elf who nodded
and disappeared again. “You
didn’t like sharing a blanket with me? I’m hurt,”
Draco said in humor. “I
did like sharing that blanket with you,” Harry admitted.
“That’s the first decent rest I’ve had in weeks. I
may have to keep you around so I’ll be warm.” “I
hate to tell you this, but I did enjoy sleeping here with you last
night,” Draco said. “I couldn’t sleep in that damp
dungeon. I’m sick of that place.” “You
want to take a bath while the house elves change those sheets?”
Harry said. They both stood wobbily. “Damn, that’s good
dope.” “Who’d
have thought the best dope in the school was from our little hero?”
Draco laughed with Harry as they walked into the bathroom again.
Harry sat on the side of the tub and started the water, which ran
cold at first and then became hot. The tub was filled and each got
into the hot water. “Oh yeah. That feels great.” Each
enjoyed the hot bath and they soaped up, washed their hair and
relaxed in the hot water. After the bath, both brushed their teeth
and eventually left the bathroom to dress. “We
ready for London? You can apparate, right?” Harry asked. “What
do you take me for, some first year? Of course I can apparate,”
Draco said. “I wasn’t aware you were taught, yet.” “Please,
Draco,” Harry sounded insulted. “I’ve been able to
apparate for over two years. Dumbledore thought it necessary to keep
me alive for some reason. Let’s go.” The pair left the
confines of the little hidden room. Draco followed Harry down three
more deserted hallways and behind some nondescript tapestry. There
was a set of dark steps that lead downward and at the foot of the
steps Harry stopped. “Lumos torcheria.” The torches all
along the corridor lit and the pair proceeded to walk for what seemed
like miles. “How
fucking long is this damn hallway?” Draco asked. “About
two miles,” Harry said. “It leads out past Hogsmeade.
You’ll see.” The pair continued to walk and at the end
there was a crude wooden ladder that they climbed up. At the top,
Harry pushed the covering up and to the side as each crawled out.
Harry replaced the planks to look just like a floor. They stood in
some unknown room. Harry walked to the window and peered out for just
a moment before they exited the room of the house. When they were
outside in the overcast April day, Harry turned to Draco. “Take
my hand and I’ll apparate us to where we need to be.”
Draco did so without question, and it sort of bothered him that he
trusted Harry so much in the first place. Harry took Draco’s
other hand in his own and gave a small smirk of a smile before he
apparated them into some dark alleyway of London. Draco looked around
for a moment as Harry just stood to look at Draco very oddly. “Well?”
Draco asked. Harry nodded and then let go of Draco’s hands.
Draco wasn’t even aware that they were still holding hands,
but…now it felt empty as he followed Harry down the alleyway.
There were two dumpsters filled with the foulest smelling garbage to
ever grace the earth and between them was a small door. Harry knocked
in some pattern and an eye slider moved over to reveal a pair of
brown eyes. “It’s
me,” Harry said. “I’ve brought a friend.” The
door opened and Harry took Draco’s hand in his own and pulled
him inside. The filth was everywhere. Newspaper pages, boxes, crates,
old clothing and everything else was piled along the walls on the
floor. Harry leaned over to Draco and whispered in his ear. “What
do you want? How many grams?” Harry asked. “Six,”
Draco whispered back into Harry’s ear. “That should last
me a week at least.” Harry nodded and walked over to the
dishelved man who was standing at a small table in the corner. “Give
me fourteen grams,” Harry said. The man opened some small box
and pulled out seven packets of the powdered substance. Harry pulled
out his wallet and paid for the entire purchase. “Thanks.”
Without a word more, Harry stuffed the packets into his front pocket
of his jeans, grabbed Draco’s hand and pulled him out the door
back into the alley way. “That
was short,” Draco said. “It’s
business,” Harry said. “I don’t make time for idle
chit chat. We’re in London. Want to do something?” “Sure.
Like what?” Draco asked. “Whatever,”
Harry said as they walked out onto the sidewalk and down the way.
“You want to drink some liquor? I know of a bar up about two
blocks. It’s a gay bar.” “Sounds
good. I might like to drink and dance at…” Draco checked
his watch. “At two in the afternoon.” Harry gave a stiff
laugh and they walked to the bar. Each entered and took a seat near
the bar. A waitress came over and Harry ordered two shots of vodka.
Draco ordered two martinis. The waitress brought their drinks as they
chatted on about things. “Do you dance?” “Yeah,
I can dance,” Harry said. “You want to?” Draco
nodded and they went to the dance floor, which was scattered about
with young gay males. Each danced with the other until two more came
over to join them. This was called dancing but it was more like sex
standing with clothes. The lewd movements and simulating thrusts gave
way to smiles on each of them. Draco watched Harry move with the
other young man behind him. The young blonde skimmed his hands down
Harry’s chest and gripped his hips as he ground his crotch into
Harry’s ass. Harry never let his eyes leave Draco’s but
Harry gave a grin and Draco laughed. The young black stud behind
Draco put an arm around his chest and kissed Draco’s ear. Harry
grinned wider at watching the scene. After
the dance ended they each took their table again, finished off the
drinks, shared a smoke and left. “I
need to get back,” Harry said. “Dumbledore requested to
see me today at five this afternoon.” “For
what?” Draco asked “To
make sure I’m still alive, I guess,” Harry said. “You
know how I am. I never show up in the Dining Hall for meals so he can
see me. I think he just wants me to do some stuff.” “Like
what stuff?” Draco asked as he jumped over a small puddle of
water on the way back to the dingy alley. “Dumbledore
trained me with a form of magic called the Diatai,” Harry said.
“It’s sort of like magical fighting. Wandless stuff.
Difficult to learn, but there’s hardly any defense to it. He
gives me drills and shit like that. He’s just making sure I’m
on top of my game when the time comes.” “Are
you?” Draco asked. Harry shrugged. “We’ll
see, won’t we?” Harry asked as they got to their starting
point in the alleyway. Each reached out both hands to the other. With
a silent moment between them, Harry apparated them to the house where
they entered and went back down into the floor. Harry replaced the
planks over the top hole and the long walk back through the corridor
began. They had a long discussion of the upcoming Quidditch match
between them in three weeks about which neither seemed too concerned.
“…but I do go to Quidditch practice.” “So
do I,” Draco said. “I don’t know why. We beat every
team but yours every fucking year anyway.” “You
want to catch the Snitch this year? I’ll let you if you want,”
Harry said nonchalantly. “No,
don’t let me do any damn thing,” Draco said. “What
good would that be? I’d know you were letting me win and it
would ruin the whole fucking thing.” “Fine.
I’ll catch it. Again,” Harry teased. “Fuck it. I’m
almost sick of Quidditch, too. Nothing in my life gives me any
pleasure anymore.” “I
know how you feel,” Draco said. “There’s hardly
anything I enjoy doing anymore either.” That thought lingered
between them as they entered the school again. It was just before
four in the afternoon. “Want to go back to the room?”
Harry nodded and they entered the room with the mattress. Harry
pulled out all the packets of drugs and handed Draco three of them.
Draco pulled out his wallet and threw down the money for the dope and
Harry put it in his own wallet. The spoon was gathered and Harry
poured a whole packet of his own into the spoon. “Let me get
that. You’ve been using yours all night.” “Forget
it,” Harry said. “Look.” Harry handed Draco a small
bag with at least twenty more packets of drugs in it. “Damn,”
Draco said. “Here, put mine with it.” Draco put his small
baggies in with Harry’s and closed the drawstring on the little
velvet pouch. Draco took the syringes and rinsed them in the cleaning
solution while Harry heated up the dope. Draco drew up the two
syringes full for each of them and handed Harry his. Each thumped a
vein, stuck and plunged. Both dropped their needles on the crate
again and sat for a moment as the high overtook them. “That’s
the same shit as before. Hell yeah.” “I’m
fucked up,” Harry said as the rush hit. “Oh yeah. That’s
it. Damn.” Each sat in silence for a while reeling in the high.
Harry closed his eyes and rubbed his crotch for a moment. “You
could bring Kendra back,” Draco said. “Hell
no,” Harry said. “I could get Dylan Cross. Or Troy.”
Each made a face. “Who do you want then?” “How
about you?” Draco said. “Who do you want?” “I
might want you,” Harry said. “I
can’t do that with you, Harry,” Draco said shaking his
head. “So
you’re turning me down?” Harry teased. “Draco
Malfoy turning down me for sex. This is the worst day of my life.”
Harry laughed with Draco over it.
“You
know how it is,” Draco said. “I’d just end up
falling in love with you and you’d be in love with me and we
just couldn’t have that. The world as we know it might end.” “I
totally agree,” Harry said. “I need some sex. You want a
girl or a couple of guys?” “Bring
the guys. I could get a few Slytherins at any moment. You ever fucked
Danny Witt?” Draco asked. “No,
is he good?” Harry asked. “He’s
tight as hell,” Draco said. “I was only the second person
he’d been with and damn…it’s all good.” “You
ever fucked Rod Worthel?” Harry asked. Draco shook his head.
“I’ll get Rod and you get Danny. I’ll meet you back
here in a half hour. I’m giving you my password so be careful
with it. It’s ‘cursed heart.” “That’s
your password?” Draco asked at the seriousness. “Got
a problem with it?” Harry asked as they stood. “I
think I might,” Draco said as he walked to the exit. “You’ve
not got a cursed heart.” “Yeah,
right,” Harry said in sarcasm with a snort as they reached the
corner to split in two different directions. “Bring those
needles back with you.” “I
will,” Draco said as they went in different directions. “Hey,
Harry,” Draco called back. Harry looked around. “You
think I got a cursed heart, too?” “Don’t
know,” Harry yelled back. “Maybe we’ll find out.”
They gave a look to the other, nodded and went in different
directions. Draco went to the Slytherin common room and entered. “Where
in hell have you been?” Blaise asked. “None
of your fucking business,” Draco said looking around. “Where’s
Danny? I need to talk to him.” “Need
to fuck him more like it,” Pansy said in a whisper from the
sofa as she turned pages in her magazine. Draco leaned down to her
suavely. “And
it would still be better than anything you gave me,” Draco
leaned back up and headed down to his dorm room. Pansy threw the
magazine across the floor to the chair in an insulted pout. Draco
went along the dorm room doors one at a time until he came to the
proper door. Draco knocked and then heard movement. “Um…yeah?
What do you want?” Danny’s voice asked shakily. “It’s
me,” Draco said to the door. “Open it.” Danny came
across the room as requested and opened the door. Draco saw that
Danny was scraping his spoon trying to get off. “I got what you
want but you got to give it up to get some.” “Fine.
Let’s do it,” Danny said putting a hand on Draco’s
shirt. “Don’t
touch me,” Draco said almost disgusted. “You got to give
it up to somebody else.” “Who
then?” Danny said in genuine surprise. “Just
come with me,” Draco said as Danny followed Draco to his room.
Draco went over to the drawers and opened one. After fumbling for a
moment he pulled out a small bag of needles. “Where
is this lay I’m getting?” Danny asked with a grin at
seeing the needles and his mouth started to water at anticipating a
fix. “Shut
your hole,” Draco said. “And keep it shut.” Draco
took the needles, put them under his robe, and walked to Danny. “And
you listen to me. You better make this the best damn fuck you ever
gave. Do you hear me?” “Yeah.
Sure,” Danny said almost trembling in need of his drug. “I
said you better make it good,” Draco said giving the look of
pure evil to Danny who almost trembled. “I’ll
make it so damn good whoever it is will be calling your name,”
Danny said with a malicious grin. Draco smirked slightly and motioned
to the door. Danny followed without question out of the dorm, through
the common room and from the dungeon. Harry
had found Rod Worthel outside with a few friends. “Rod,”
Harry said flatly. Ron looked over from his friends. “Yeah,
what?” Rod asked in hopes as he stood. “Come
with me,” Harry said in a cold tone leaving no room for
argument. “See
you guys,” Rod said and followed Harry into the school leaving
his friends watching after him. “What is it?” “I
want you to do something,” Harry said. “I know you’ve
not had a hit in days.” “You’re
serious?” Rod almost fainted from the adrenaline and need of
what he knew Harry always had. “And
you’ll be giving it up to get what I got,” Harry said. “Anything
for you,” Rod said touching Harry’s back. Harry turned on
him. “It’s
not for me, asshole,” Harry said. “Who
am I fucking then?” Rod asked with a smile. “Malfoy,”
Harry said. Rod’s face contorted into pure happiness. “And
you better make it good. I’m not fucking around. If it’s
not what I think is your best, then you’ll get nothing else
from me ever.” “No
problem,” Rod said. “Tell me what he wants and I’ll
do it.” “How
the hell am I supposed to know? You do what he whatever he wants and
I’ll make sure you get more than your fair share,” Harry
said. Rod thought he’d died and gone to heaven. “Hell,
a shot and sex with Malfoy? How can I go wrong with that deal?”
Rod asked. “This is my lucky day.” Harry smirked and led
Rod down the corridors. Harry touched the stone, gave the password
and they entered. “Have
a seat,” Harry said as he picked up the little bag and pulled
out two small packets. “Oh
fuck,” Ron said rubbing his arm in need of the drug. “I’ve
not had anything, Harry I’m dying here.” “You’ll
wait until I say so,” Harry said hatefully as he poured the
first packet into the spoon. Harry set the spoon down purposely
knowing Rod was about to have a fit with wanting a fix. “This
is some damn good shit. Will blow your mind, man.” “How
long will it be?” Rod asked almost shaking from want. “Until
I say,” Harry said giving him total control. “One shot
before, and another after if you please me.” “Hell
yeah. Whatever you fucking want, I’ll do it,” Rod said.
Harry grinned evilly. “What’s the deal with Malfoy? He
can’t find any on his own?” “Shut
your fucking mouth. That’s none of your damn business,”
Harry said in a huff of anger. “Malfoy could have almost
anybody he wants in this damn school and you know it.” “Then
why me?” Rod asked. “Did Malfoy want me?” Rod asked
in some compliment to himself. Harry laughed. “Hell
no,” Harry said in a derogatory way. “Don’t flatter
yourself. You just give him the fuck of his life and I’ll give
you a couple of shots. And no more questions, got it?” Harry
meant business. “Yeah.
Fine,” Rod said quickly. “When is he coming?” “Be
patient,” Harry said. “He’ll be here.” After
a few more minutes Draco and Danny came through the corridor. “Move,”
Draco told Rod who moved off the crate quickly. “I see we’re
having a little party.” Harry gave a laugh as he and Draco
began to prepare the syringes. Harry heated with the spoon while
Draco pulled out the bag of needles. “Good,”
Harry said of the needles. “Those old needles of mine were
about gone.” “We’ll
leave these here,” Draco said putting down the bag over next to
the bag of dope. Draco fixed the plungers and when the liquid
beckoned, Draco drew up two syringes full. Danny and Rod were almost
shaking while waiting. Harry poured the other small baggie into the
spoon and began to heat it while the others waited. When it was
liquid, Draco drew up two more syringes and laid them on the table.
Draco took a moment to wipe his hands on a towel. “I
don’t need a band,” Harry said taking off his belt. “Let
them use it. You can use my belt.” Harry told Draco. Draco
tossed the band to Danny as he and Rod moved a bit closer. Draco
handed each of them a syringe. After several attempts Rod couldn’t
hit. “Harry,
I need you to help out,” Rod said. “I can’t hit it.
I’m shaking too bad.” “Holy
hell,” Harry spat and put down his own needle. Harry wrapped
the band, flipped up the vein and inserted the needle. Harry pushed
in the plunger and inserted the drug into Rod’s arm. Rod pulled
out the needle and put it on the side of the crate table as his high
hit him. “Oh god you’re pathetic.” Draco gave a
short laugh at the other two getting off on their highs. “They
look happy,” Draco said of Rod and Danny who had eyes closed
reeling in the high. “I
bet they do,” Harry said. “Stupid fuckers.” Harry
gave a grin to Draco who returned it. “You want help with
that?” Harry said of the belt. “I
got it,” Draco said as he pulled the belt up tight and held
both ends with one hand while preparing the vein with the other. “You’re
a professional,” Harry said. Draco gave a short laugh. “So
are you,” Draco said with a grin as he inserted the needle into
the vein and plunged it. Draco tossed the needle on the crate and
handed Harry the belt, which he wrapped tightly in the same exact
manner as Draco had. “See?” Draco said of Harry’s
professionalism. “Fuck
you,” Harry said. “I’m
hoping somebody will,” Draco said as the high hit him. “Oh
yeah. Damn that’s good shit, Harry.” “I
know it,” Harry said as he finished with the plunge of the drug
into his vein and pulled the belt to toss it on the floor. The rush
through his head made him hum just a bit. “Hell yeah. I’m
fucked up. You got a smoke?” Draco dug in his pocket and gave
Harry the pack. “Want one?” Draco nodded and Harry pulled
out two cigarettes, magically made a small flame in his hand and lit
them both. Harry handed one to Draco and each puffed. The other two
guests were still swaying with their highs. “They’re
not as tolerant as you and I are,” Draco said of the two as he
puffed the cigarette. “I
could take another hit right now,” Harry said. “So
could I,” Draco said. “But I want to get laid first.”
Harry nodded. “You been teasing me all day, and I need a cock
in my ass.” Harry laughed. “I’m
no tease,” Harry said to Draco and then turned to the other
two. “I think you both know where the mattress is.” The
four stood and Harry and Draco watched the other two undress quickly
and lay on the mattress. “That was fun.” Draco laughed an
evil laugh and he and Harry toed off their shoes and undressed. Harry
reached beside the mattress for two condoms and a tube of lube. “Who
needs it?” Harry said of the other condom. Draco took it and
handed it to Rod. Draco moved over and pushed Rod’s head down
on his cock as Harry watched Rod give Draco a fabulous blowjob. “Hell
yeah,” Draco said of the bobbing head on his cock. Danny had
taken Harry’s in his own mouth and was sucking him off equally
well. Harry dropped the condom and fisted his hands in Danny’s
hair pulling him down hard on his erection. “Yeah,
do it like that,” Harry hissed as he bit his lip. “Suck
it, bitch.” Draco put his hand on the back of Rod’s head
and pushed him down hard as he thrust upward into his throat with
several groans of pleasure that almost drove Harry wild. “Take
that cock, baby,” Draco breathed as he shoved his cock hard
into Rod’s throat over and over again. When Draco had enough he
wrenched Ron’s mouth off his dick. “You know how to use
that dick of yours?” “Hell
yeah,” Rod said as Harry handed him the condom which he opened
and put on. Harry watched Draco’s expressions as Danny
continued sucking Harry off. “How do you want me, Malfoy?” “Do
it like that so I can see,” Harry said of the current position
of Draco on his back looking up at Harry. “That okay?”
Harry asked Draco with a grin which he returned. “Fine
with me,” Draco said a bit complimented that Harry wanted to
watch him. Harry pulled Danny off his throbbing cock. “Move
around on all fours.” Draco told Danny which he did. “That
okay?” Draco grinned widely to Harry who gave a soft laugh at
the position so that Draco could see Harry. “I’m
good with that,” Harry said as he put on the condom. Rod had
his fingers working into Draco’s ass stretching him with the
lube as Harry watched every move. “Oh fuck.” Harry
breathed at the total turn on. Harry lubed up Danny’s hole and
began the penetration with his skilled fingers. Danny gasped and
moaned when Harry had three fingers moving inside him touching all
the places with very experienced fingers. Harry watched as Rod slid
his hard cock into Draco’s ass slowly. Draco arched his back
gracefully at being entered fully and Harry felt his cock twitch at
watching the erotic sight. Harry removed his fingers from Danny’s
crevice and slowly entered the heat of his body. Danny whimpered. “Fuck
yeah…do it,” Danny begged. Harry held Danny’s hips
and slid up to the hilt inside his tight body to which Danny moaned
loudly. Draco opened his eyes as Rod was thrusting in perfect rhythm
the way Draco wanted. Rod leaned to kiss Draco but he turned his
head. Harry grinned and Draco looked to him and grinned also. Rod
continued fucking Draco and kissing his chest. Draco tilted back his
head to enjoy the sex and he reached out his hand. Harry took it and
held on as each was with another. Harry laced his fingers with
Draco’s and squeezed as he fucked the body in front of him.
Draco pulled Harry lightly with every thrust being given into his
body by Rod. “Yeah,”
Harry said. “Come on.” Danny reached between his legs to
massage Harry’s balls while he was fucking him. Danny would
push back against Harry with each thrust sending Harry deeper into
his body to which he’d moan something that Harry may have heard
had he not been so enraptured by the expressions on Draco’s
face at being fucked. “Damn that’s good.” After
several more minutes, Rod leaned up to begin stroking Draco’s
cock in time with his thrusts into him. “Yeah,
stroke me…do it…fuck me harder,” Draco said and
Rod moved up a bit and gave what Draco wanted. “I said harder.”
Rod began to pound Draco’s ass with everything he had as he
stroked him hard and fast. Harry watched intently and mimicked what
he was seeing. “Fuck
me…yeah, faster,” Danny said breathless from what Harry
was giving him masterfully hitting his joy spot each time and
alternating with the rotating of his hips. “Oh god you’re
good, Harry.” Harry had his hand on Danny’s shoulder
pulling him back harder with each upper thrust and Harry wouldn’t
let go of Draco’s hand with the other. “Stroke
your cock,” Harry told Danny who obeyed immediately and began
to pant hard at wanting release. “Don’t you come yet. You
don’t come until Draco does.” Danny squeezed his eyes
shut. “Rod, move your hand and let Danny suck Draco off.”
Draco moved over and Ron leaned up. Harry and Danny repositioned a
bit and Danny took Draco’s cock into his mouth while Rod fucked
him. Harry smiled at Draco’s expression of complete ecstasy.
“And nobody comes until Draco does.” “But
I’m so close,” Rod said as he pounded into Draco’s
ass time and time again. “I
don’t give a shit,” Harry said. “Come on, Draco.
Give these boys some relief.” Draco laughed throatily between
his heavy breathing. “Danny, you better take every drop he
gives you.” The muffled sound may have been an agreement. “Oh
yeah…I’m going to come…do it…” Draco
said loudly pushing Danny’s head down on his cock harder and
harder. “Oh yeah…here I come…oh fuck!”
Draco’s body shuddered upward into Danny’s mouth as Rod
groaned and nailed Draco forward as he came into him. Harry gripped
Danny’s hip in a vice hold and pounded him hard several times
uncontrollably at seeing each of them get off. Danny let go of
Draco’s cock and moaned as he spurted his own come into his
hand. “Well,
damn,” Harry said as Draco let go of his hand and Harry held on
to Danny hard and slammed into his body several more times and with
an upper thrust Harry shot a load of come from his body. “Hell
yeah!” Harry yelled as his orgasm hit. All four stilled and
breathed for several minutes. Harry pulled out from Danny’s
body and Ron pulled from Draco’s each removing the condoms. “What
do you want me to do with this?” Rod asked of the condom. “Throw
it at the same time as me. Ready?” Harry tossed the condom over
to the other side of the room. Harry flicked his wrist and each
condom shot up in flame for a second and then disappeared. “How
cool,” Danny said. “You
can thank Voldemort for that,” Harry said as he stood up.
“Stupid fucker is the reason I know half the shit I know.
Everybody ready for another hit?” Draco sat up on the mattress
and Harry held down his hand. Draco took it and Harry pulled him up. “You’re
good,” Draco smiled and whispered to Harry. “So
are you,” Harry gave the return smile. Draco leaned to kiss
Harry’s cheek lightly and the pounding in Harry’s chest
took him a bit off guard for a few seconds. “Come on.”
The four took their seats on the crates again. “Both
of you get dressed first,” Draco told the other two and they
obeyed. Harry just shook his head and began pouring the powder in the
spoon. “It’s half past four.” “Yeah,
I know,” Harry said. “I’m not hitting this time. I
need some coke to bring me back up before I go see the old man.”
Harry fixed the dope and Draco pulled two syringes up for the two
guests. “You want a shot?” “No,
I’ll wait,” Draco said. “Take
that with you,” Harry told them both and handed them both
covers for the needles. “Hey,
thanks man,” Ron said. “Malfoy, you’re the bomb.” “And
Harry, you know. Anytime, man,” Danny said. Harry nodded and
each left with their little gifts. “Stupid
fuckers,” Draco said. Harry lay the spoon down. Draco pulled
out the vial of white powder and handed it to Harry who popped the
top and took a snort in each nostril before handing it back to Draco
who did the same. “I
loved watching him fuck you,” Harry said. “That was a
total turn on for me. Holy shit.” “I
was pretending it was you anyway,” Draco said in a seductive
voice. “I was watching you give it to Danny and I was almost
jealous.” They laughed together at the absurdity. “Listen,
I need to get ready to go,” Harry said as he stood and began to
dress. Draco stood and did the same with his own clothing. “You
don’t have to go if you don’t want to. Stay here and use
as much as you want.” “I
told you I don’t like getting high by myself,” Draco
said. “How long do you think you’ll be with Dumbledore?” “I
have no idea,” Harry said as he fastened his belt buckle and
sat to put on his shoes. “I don’t know what he wants me
to do today. I never know until I show up.” “Where
do you go with him? His office?” Draco asked as he sat beside
Harry to put on his own shoes.
“No.
There’s a few other places we go,” Harry said. “I
have to be in a special room with strong wards to hold in my casts so
I don’t destroy anything.” “Damn,”
Draco said sounding impressed. “You’re the bomb, baby.”
Harry laughed and finished his last shoe. Harry stilled for a moment
and considered the consequences. Draco finished off his last shoe as
they sat on the mattress together. Harry turned to him with a look of
want and insecurity. Draco took the clue and cupped Harry’s
cheek lightly in his hand as he leaned forward for the smallest of
kisses onto Harry’s lips before pulling back. “We need to
go.” Draco whispered. Harry swallowed and nodded before they
both stood. “I
don’t know when I’ll be back,” Harry said. “You
know the password. I may have to go to the Tower tonight. You know,
well, you can come here if you want.” “Alone?”
Draco asked as if it were insane. “Find me when you want to
come here again. Just…make it within the next few days.”
Harry nodded and each left the room. Harry went one way and Draco the
other. As Draco walked he couldn’t help but think of the brief
kiss he’d shared with Harry’s soft warm lips. Draco
licked his own lips at thinking of it as he walked the hallways alone
back to that damn dungeon. When Draco entered the common room there
was some type of commotion and a fight between two. “Stupid
fucker, I know you fucking did it!” Darrin yelled. “What
the hell is going on?” Draco commanded as the fight stilled.
Nobody spoke. “I said I want to know what’s going on. And
I want to know now!” The body on the floor raised up and Draco
saw the blood from Danny’s mouth as he wiped it. “It
seems that Darrin was accusing Danny of fucking around on him,”
Pansy said to Draco who never flinched. “Danny,
that’s not true is it?” Draco asked coolly. “Hell
no it’s not true,” Danny lied. “You’re
both fucking lying,” Darrin said. “I saw you take off
with Malfoy.” “What
you saw and what you think are two different things, Darrin,”
Draco drawled. “Get it through your head before I thump your
skull for you. Is that clear?” Darrin straightened out his
shirt with a jerk and never offered up a word. Anger flamed through
Draco and he stepped forward to grab hold of Darrin’s shirt and
almost lift him off the ground. “I said is that fucking
clear?!” Draco said with gritted teeth and silver eyes flaming
with rage. “Yeah.
Whatever,” Darrin said none too kindly. Draco pushed Darrin
back. “And
Danny, keep your little love life under control, would you?”
Draco said as he turned on his heel and left the common room headed
for his own dorm room. The others just looked to each other. “He’s
high,” Blaise said to Daphne. “I wonder where he’s
getting the dope?” “No
idea,” Daphne said. “But I heard from that blonde in
Ravenclaw that Draco was seen speaking with none other than Harry
Potter on the Astronomy Tower flat the other night.” “Potter?
Is he on dope?” Blaise asked. Daphne shrugged. “I
heard that, but I don’t know,” Daphne said. “But I
know one thing, Potter is like Draco and swings both ways.” “There
is no way in hell that Draco is fucking around with Harry Potter,”
Blaise said with a laugh. “Oh god, can you imagine the insanity
of that? Draco would never go for him. They hate each other.” “It
was just a rumor,” Daphne said. “That little blonde in
Ravenclaw. What is her name?” “Who
knows,” Blaise said. “She was probably lying anyway. But
where was Draco last night? I went past his room about three in the
morning and he was gone.” “Probably
out fucking,” Pansy spat in jealousy. Blaise never said a word
that she had been the last one Draco had probably fucked. Like a good
Slytherin, she kept all she knew to herself. Harry
walked along the corridors and came to Dumbledore’s stone
gargoyle. Harry gave the password and rode the stairs to the top.
When at the door he knocked and Albus beckoned him inside. “Enter,
please,” Albus said and Harry entered the room. Albus noted the
tiny grin on Harry’s lips and his bright expression. “You
look…well, happy about something.” “I’m
fine,” Harry said with a grin as he sat. “What are we
doing today?” “Drills
on your Diatai,” Albus said. “Let’s go.” The
pair came from the office and walked along the hallways together
ignoring the other students who watched them pass. “I would
like for you to do all the forward moves with your offensive sweeping
spells today.” “Oh
man,” Harry grumbled. “That tires me out when we do that.
Takes a lot of magic and energy.” “Are
you rested?” Albus asked. Harry nodded. “Yeah.
I feel okay,” Harry grinned again and remembered the soft lips
which had only but touched his own recently. Harry was filled with a
surge of energy at just remembering it. “I feel great. I can do
it.” “I’m
glad to hear it,” Albus said as they passed more students who
were giving odd looks at Harry’s tiny knowing grin and
unusually bright-eyed expression. They reached the room used for this
purpose and entered. Harry wasn’t surprised to see Snape and
Lupin already there. “I have asked Professor Snape and
Professor Lupin to assist with giving resistance to you today as well
as to critique on your forms.” Harry nodded. This was nothing
new anyway. The three teachers were on the other side of the room and
Harry shed his shirt and threw it over to the side before he began
the training workout. For over two hours Harry cast and did the moves
while taking orders and doing what was asked. “I
need to do a strength test,” Lupin said. Harry groaned in
disappointment. “I know you hate it, but we need to do this,
Harry.” “I
just get so weak after it,” Harry said. “It almost makes
me sick every time.” “I
know that and I’m sorry,” Lupin said as he put the long
flat block on the floor. Harry eyed the device with disgust. “You
know what to do.” Harry nodded and walked around for a moment
with his hands on his hips before coming to stand on the block.
“Ready?” Harry nodded and Lupin took his wand and
muttered the spell. It was Harry’s job to push magic from
himself as hard as possible to keep up with the pressure from the
block. It was a way of measuring magical power in wizards. Harry
closed his eyes and kept pushing as hard as possible when he began to
remember the scene in his hidden room from a while ago. Draco lying
naked and being fucked hard by another. His expressions as he was
being pleasured and taken. Harry continued to push hard with the
magic as his memories flooded his brain. Draco reached out his hand
and Harry automatically took it without thinking. It was a natural
reaction and felt so damn good to touch him. Harry remembered his own
body at fucking Danny but as he and Draco had locked gazes during the
act it was them. It was their bodies in the act together for that
brief moment. Harry could almost feel Draco’s tight ass around
him even now. Harry’s breath caught as he continued to push
magic from himself. After almost fifteen minutes, Harry was breathing
heavy and was weakening from the efforts of the measuring block. With
a yell and a last effort of pushing magic from his tired body and
mind, Harry dropped his hands and stopped. He stepped off the stone
and wobbled a moment before he fell on his bum and rested as the
sweat poured from him. “Very
good. Excellent,” Albus said with much praise. “You did
so well, Harry. Your levels are still elevating much to my delight.
You’re on a level thirty nine.” “Thirty
nine?” Harry was shocked. “But last time I was only a
twenty-seven. How could I have moved up so quickly?” “There
could be explanations,” Snape said flatly. “The mental
presence of mind accounts for more concentration. Perhaps your mind
was more clear this time than last.” Harry gave Snape a small
glare with a tiny sneer. “Perhaps,”
Harry said shortly. “Am I done?” “For
the time being you are finished,” Lupin said kindly. “Your
sweeping spells were marvelous today. You’ve obviously
practiced.” “Yes,
I did,” Harry nodded. “I practiced at night on the lawn
when I couldn’t sleep.” “And
how often is that?” Snape asked. Harry gave him another small
glare. “I’m
sure that happens to everyone now and then,” Harry said. “Sir.”
Snape looked at Harry and narrowed his eyes slightly before he turned
away and stood. Harry walked to get his shirt and shrugged it on over
his perfectly tanned and muscular body. “If there is nothing
further, I’ll be going.” “I’ll
let you know when the next training will be,” Albus said. Harry
nodded to the appointment and left the room.
“He
seemed fine today,” Lupin said. “He’s
still on the drugs,” Snape said. “I can tell from the
marks on his skin. He’s using some type of hypodermic
injections.” “I
was hoping that he would be over that,” Albus said. “I
cannot continue to allow him to use illegal stimulants. What do you
suggest as far as treatment for Harry?” “He
will not submit to any form of treatment until he is ready,”
Snape said. “In my own Slytherin House there are those that I
know who use these same drugs and treatment to halt the drug use has
been offered to them repeatedly. When the time comes and each
individual is ready to accept and stop using, then treatments are
successful. Any kind of rehabilitation program cannot be forced onto
one who is unwilling to accept it.” “Then
how do we make Harry willing to stop using?” Lupin asked. “What
of his friends? Maybe they could convince him? Ron and Hermione?” “Harry
has almost given up on speaking with either of them,” Albus
said. “I spoke with Ron one afternoon after their Quidditch
practice. Harry is still captain of the team and does practice, but
Ron commented that Harry is hardly ever in the Gryffindor common room
anymore. He also mentioned that Harry rarely speaks to anyone with
the exception of a few Ravenclaw students who we know to be involved
with drug use.” “Is
there any other person that Harry could speak with that might
persuade him to seek treatment?” Lupin asked. “Severus,
are there any in your house that have given up the drug that could
speak with Harry?” “A
Slytherin in any form speaking with Potter is out of the question,”
Snape quipped. “If you want to rile Potter or anger him then a
member of my house is your best option.” Severus added with
almost humor. “That
may be an idea,” Albus said. Lupin and Snape looked to the old
man as if he’d gone green. “Malfoy and Harry were enemies
for so many years and now…they each seem to have outgrown or
put away their differences for some reason.” Albus walked
slowly across the room. “I’ll think on it.” Albus
said before he walked out of the room leaving a pair of dumbfounded
teachers. “He’s
finally lost that last marble,” Severus said as he left Lupin
snickering at the comment. Harry
walked from his training up to the Gryffindor common room where he
was greeted with stares. He flopped down in a chair to see Ron and
Seamus playing chess and Hermione curled up in the chair with Ron
reading. “Harry,”
Hermione smiled. “I’ve not seen you in days.” “I
just had strength testing,” Harry said sarcastically. “That
shit wears me out.” “What
level are you on?” Ron asked in interest. Harry smirked. “Guess,”
Harry said. “You
were on level…what was it? Twenty six last time?” Seamus
asked. “No,
he was at level twenty seven last time,” Ron said and then
scowled in thought. “I bet it’s at least thirty two.” “I’ll
guess an even thirty,” Hermione said with a grin. Harry looked
to Seamus to guess. “Hell,
I don’t know. Thirty three?” Seamus said. “Thirty
nine,” Harry said with a grin. Their eyes widened. “Holy
shit,” Ron whispered. “There is no way.” Harry
shrugged. “Thirty nine?” “Harry
do you realize that Dumbledore’s last recorded test was only a
thirty seven?” Hermione asked. Harry nodded. “I
know that,” Harry said. “And Tom Riddle’s was a
thirty five. So now who’s got the power now, baby?” Harry
raised his arm and made a muscle and then dropped it. “Damn,
I’m exhausted. That test really drains me.” “What
do you think I would test at?” Seamus asked. Harry shrugged
again. “Albus
said most seventh year students test at between ten and twelve,”
Harry said. “You’re probably a four.” Harry laughed
and Seamus flipped him off. “You’re not my type, Seam.” “And
speaking along those lines, there is some little rumor about you and
Sheila Markinson on the Astonomy Tower?” Hermione asked. “Was
that her name?” Harry asked flatly. “I don’t even
ask anymore.” “You’re
getting cold, man,” Ron said. “Oh
fuck it, Ron,” Harry said. “You know everybody just wants
a piece of me for my name. And I’m not turning down a good blow
any day.” “Harry,
please,” Hermione said. “You shouldn’t play around
with others’ emotions.” “Emotions,
hell,” Harry spat. “It has nothing to do with emotions at
all. It’s not like I even give a damn. I’m seventeen and
have people throwing themselves at me for sex. I’d be a fool
not to take it and make everyone happy.” Harry gave a hard
smirk. “You’re
sounding like Malfoy now,” Seamus said. “Hell, he’s
fucked everything that moves in this school.” “And
you’d know this how?” Ron asked. “I
have my sources,” Seamus grinned that tell tale grin. “Seamus
did you have sex with Malfoy?” Hermione asked. “Yeah,”
Seamus said. “About three months ago,” Harry listened to
the conversation intently. “Damn his body is so fine. I could
do with that shit again.” “That’s
just sick,” Ron said. “Malfoy is a fucking Death Eater
for Merlin’s sake. How could you soil yourself with even
touching him?” “Don’t
knock it, Ron,” Seamus said. “There’s a reason why
they call Malfoy the sex god of Slytherin. And every bit of it’s
true. Damn you.” Seamus said of Ron taking his bishop with his
own knight in the chess game. “From
what I hear Harry is a great lay,” Ron said to Harry’s
grin. “And I’ve heard that a lot lately. Been busy have
you, Harry?” “I’m
not complaining,” Harry said almost sadly. “But
what of a relationship, Harry?” Hermione said kindly in her
sweet concerned way. “I know that’s difficult for you
with being with others in a sexual way, but having no one to care
about. That has to be trying.” “Fuck
it,” Harry said. “I don’t need any emotional
garbage on me. Besides…” Harry paused for a long moment.
“It’s not like I’d be that great of a …”
Harry stopped and remembered the past day in Draco’s company.
“Just never mind. I’m going up to get some sleep.”
Harry stood and made his way up the stairs as the three watched him. “He’s
still using that stuff,” Ron said. “I can tell.” “He
looked fine to me,” Hermione said. “Maybe he’s
laying off now.” “I
doubt it,” Seamus said. “When I was on it last year all I
wanted to do was shoot up. And I got some of the best stuff from
Harry then if you remember.” “I
think every student here is on some type of drug,” Hermione
said. “It’s an epidemic of mass proportions at this
school. And I have no idea why Dumbledore allows Harry to do it. I
know he has to know.” “If
he knew Harry was using dope he’d end it,” Ron said.
“Maybe we should tell him.” “Have
you lost your fucking mind?” Seamus asked. “Harry would
be livid with you. And leave me out of it. I want nothing to do with
Dumbledore coming down on Harry for that. Oh holy hell that would not
be good. And damn you, Ron. That was my last good piece.”
Seamus said of the chess game. Ron won. “I
think I’ll have a little talk with Harry for a minute. Be right
back,” Ron said as he left the chess game and headed up toward
the dorm room. “Don’t
tell me Ron’s on dope,” Seamus asked and he and Hermione
laughed at the absurdity of even thinking Ron would take any type of
drug. “Harry?”
Ron called. “Yeah,”
Harry said within the confines of his bed with the curtains drawn.
“What is it? Come on in.” Ron moved back the curtain and
sat on the edge of Harry’s bed. “I got your stuff.”
Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a small baggie of pink
pills that he handed to Ron. “Thanks,
man. How much I owe you?” Ron asked. “Forty,”
Harry said. “But whenever you have it.” Ron nodded. “How
are you doing?” Ron asked. “I’m
still on it, Ron,” Harry grumbled. “Don’t fuck with
me right now. I’m in no mood for the get off dope speech.” “I
wasn’t going to give you that speech, you stupid fuck,”
Ron punched Harry lightly in play with a grin. Harry moved his
forearm off his eyes to look at Ron. “Then
what speech am I getting?” Harry asked raising his eyebrows as
if he were interested. “No
speech,” Ron said. “I just miss you around here. We don’t
get to talk much anymore. And…what you said downstairs sounded
like…well, maybe that you might like somebody.” “I
like a lot of bodies,” Harry said. “That’s my
problem. You know I don’t know anything about…well,
being with one person. Like…well, you know. A relationship or
whatever.” “I
know that’s a bunch of bullshit is what I know,” Ron
said. “I know you like a book, Harry.” “And
when have you ever read a fucking book?” Harry teased. Ron was
serious. “I
know you,” Ron said. “And I know the last couple of times
we actually spoke without either of us being fucked up that you
wanted somebody. Of your own, I mean.” “I
don’t want to talk about this,” Harry said. “I’m
really tired after that workout I just got from Albus, Snape and
Lupin.” “You’re
avoiding the question is what you’re doing,” Ron grinned
in that best friend sort of way. “And
what stupid question is that?” Harry spat with a head tilt. “Who
is it?” Ron asked. “Who
is who?” Harry asked. Ron shook his head. “You
are the most stubborn mother fucker I know,” Ron said. “I
can tell by looking at you that you either got a good piece of ass or
that you might like somebody. I want to know who it is.” “That’s
stupid,” Harry said covering his eyes back up with his forearm
with a tiny grin. “That’s bullshit.” “I
don’t think so,” Ron said. “I’ve been here
every time, Harry. I’ve seen it when you walk in the common
room with that look.” “What
look? You’re full of shit,” Harry said with a killer
grin. “Get away from me and let me rest, would you?” “Fine,”
Ron said in that teasing way. “But you’ll tell me, won’t
you?” “Hell
no,” Harry said. “If there was anybody I wouldn’t
tell you anyway.” Harry grinned wider. “I
knew it,” Ron said. Harry gave a short laugh. “There
isn’t anybody, Ron. I was yanking your chain,” Harry
said. “I’m just…well, I’ve had a good two
days. So let’s just leave it at that, okay?” “And
who were you with these last two days?” Ron asked. “Just
a friend…well, not really a friend at all,” Harry kept
grinning. “Just somebody that I don’t want to kill every
minute they’re around. Unlike you right now so go the fuck on.”
Ron punched Harry lightly in the arm and Harry quickly grabbed his
hand to keep him from doing it again. “Do you remember last
year when we were huffed up on that shit from potions and we were so
damn high?” “Yeah,”
Ron laughed. “What the fuck were we thinking?” Both had a
hard laugh at remembering it. “I
don’t know,” Harry said. “But…do you
remember what happened?” Harry asked and Ron almost blushed as
he nodded. “Well?” “Well
what?” Ron asked in a bit of dread. “How
was it?” Harry asked. “How was I? Was it okay?” “I
hardly remember it, Harry,” Ron said. “I was high and it
was only one kiss anyway.” Harry threw Ron’s arm that
he’d been holding. “Why?” “I
was just…wondering is all,” Harry said. “I
don’t…you know I don’t kiss people.” “Yeah,
I know,” Ron said. “I don’t understand it at all,
but I know you don’t do it. Why are you asking of kissing? Did
you kiss somebody?” “No,”
Harry said. “I was just…just never mind.” “But
you want to kiss somebody,” Ron said. “And you’re
wondering if you’re a good kisser. Is that it?” “Hell
no. Get away from me,” Harry pushed Ron as if he could make him
move off the bed. “You
are such a liar,” Ron laughed. “Come on then. You want to
kiss me and see how it is?” “No,”
Harry lied and lay looking away. “Come
on, dammit,” Ron said. “You know there isn’t
anything between you and me. Besides, if you plan on kissing somebody
and you suck at it, you’d be embarrassed.” “No,
I wouldn’t,” Harry said. “I’m not…I
can kiss alright.” “No
you can’t,” Ron said. “Harry, you’re awful.”
Harry gave him the look. “You
just said you didn’t remember it,” Harry said. “Didn’t
you just say that?” “Was
I lying?” Ron asked with raised eyebrows. Harry wondered the
same thing and bit his lip just a bit with the indecision. “No,
I’m not…I can’t do that. Forget it,” Harry
said and then lay as Ron looked at him giving the look between
friends that friends know. “If
you like somebody enough to kiss them, Harry, that’s a big
thing with you,” Ron said. “I don’t give a damn who
it is. If you want to do this, we will. Come on. One kiss to me and
we’ll see.” Harry rolled the thought around in his head
for several moments. What could it hurt?
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Tomorrow Will Come
Chapter 01: Chapter 1
By: Kimberjingle
Chapter 1: Cold Hearted Hero With A Vice, Thinking of the Real Deal