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Chapter 23 Tabhair Feirin dom no buaifidh me bob ort


There comes a point in everyone's life when they ask themselves what the point of being alive is. You know the usual 'why are we alive?' 'What's the point of living?' 'Why do we exist?' These questions usually come around when a person is searching for something. When they're in the mode of wallowing in self pity, and just wish that everything would end. The point where they wish that their life would just be some sort of dream, and when they woke up everything would be perfect. This of course is impossible, and so peoples dreams often go the way of nightmares. These so called nightmares lead people to do crazy things, things that one might consider well past the breaking point.

Draco sat on his bed in nothing more than boxers, shaking from both cold and fear. His whole body was soaked in a damp sweat, and his hair was standing on end from all the times he had run his hand through it. Now this might not be considered all that strange in itself, but when combined with the straight razor that he was shakily holding to his wrist one might be inclined to think he had reached his breaking point.

It was all too much for him, he couldn't take it anymore. He watched as his arm shook and came closer and closer to the glistening silver blade that was only millimeters away from his pale skin. One wrong move, one involuntary twitch, and the blade would slice through his blue protruded vein. He slowly drew the blade up his arm to see how sharp it was. Draco could feel the sting long before the blood began soaking from the wound. Two inches to the right and it would already have been finished.

How easy it would be to just end it all, put everything to rest forever. No more fear, no more heartbreak, but most of all no more memories. No more memories that would rip his heart out and feed it back to him piece by piece. No more memories of what he could have had, what he should have had if he wasn't such an idiot. What he could have had if his life wasn't the way it was.

A not too sane smile came across his face as he looked at the weapon in his hand. His father had always insisted on using a straight edge razor, even though just a simple spell could remove any hair that you wanted, but no not his father. Draco mused that that was probably the only muggle thing he would ever use. He had said that anything other than that made you weak. Draco always thought that he would accidentally make a mistake and slit his throat. Maybe not so much thought about it but hoped with all his being that he would. That was probably why he now held a razor up to his wrist, why he raised it up, and why he brought it back down again, slitting the vein in his wrist and watching the blood flow.

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"So what are you going to be?" At the sound of the voice Draco swirled around in bed to see that Harry was awake and smiling at him. His hair was still a sweaty mess from their latest romp in the bed sheets. Truthfully Draco thought that he would have been sleeping away, he was exhausted and he wasn't the one on bottom.

"I'm assuming you're talking about that silly costume party that's happening this weekend." To the blond's surprise, emerald eyes lit up at those words. He really didn't see the big deal, it was just some stupid Halloween party that they had every year. The party afterwards was always much more fun anyways. But what the hell maybe Harry had a thing for Halloween. "Tell me Harry do you know something I don't?" A smile covered the raven haired boy's face and he rolled over onto his stomach burying his face in the black satin pillow.

"I don't know it's just, I've always had this thing for Halloween." Draco smiled to himself at those words, he knew Harry too well. "And well it's always held this luster, but I haven't really done anything that special...and I don't know it just seems that this year, now that I'm with you...that there's something to celebrate."

Draco grabbed the back of Harry's hair and pulled him in for a harsh kiss. "Don't get too sentimental on me kid...I might have to kick you out." It was true though, emotional equaled guilt, and guilt equaled a place he didn't want to go. Although truth be told his whole non-feeling attitude was really starting to dissipate at the hurt look that crossed Harry's face at the time. In attempt to make it all better he reached out to touch his lover's shoulder, but he had already moved away and out of the bed.

Harry hastily pulled on his boxers and trousers. He also seemed to be in the process of looking for his shirt...in other words he was leaving. "Oh come on Harry don't be like this, come back to bed." From the murderous look Harry gave him it looked like that was the farthest thing from his mind at the moment. But in good news Harry had finally found that lost shirt of his.

"No, I think I'm actually gonna go...I'll see you tomorrow." Well that certainly ruined the mood, if there was one to begin with. Draco slowly rolled out of bed, and pulled his sheet around his waist. Harry by this time was searching for his invisibility cloak, and seemed to be having some problems. They always were a bit frisky when they came in here, and it usually took them awhile to find things when they wanted to piece everything back together.

"Fuck Harry get your arse back here, you're taking things way out of context." Harry paused for a moment, and if he didn't it might have been a shite side worse. Draco smiled and walked over, wrapping his arms around the raven haired boy's waist, and turned his face for a small chaste kiss. "That's better. Now come back to bed, I'm really quite tired and we have Potions first thing in the morning." And he was pretty sure if he was late one more time Snape would castrate them both, and he personally liked his bullocks where they were thank you.

"Why?" Okay turn on the confusion. You know if someone should be asking why, it should be him asking why the hell he always had to ask the most asinine questions. But might as well humor him, the sex was always so much better when he was willing.

"Why what? If you're going to insist on this constant babbling you should make yourself a bit clearer." Okay so maybe that was a bit harsh, but Harry was being a bit annoying. Draco felt him stiffen in his arms, and that annoying conscience made its way to the surface again. He would really have to ask Silas how to kill that thing, because it was obvious that red-eyed prick didn't have one.

"Why would you want me to come back to bed if it means nothing to you?" Okay so instead of clearing it up, the confusion doubled. Harry whirled around, effectively breaking the contact between them. Though Draco thought that was a good thing after seeing the fire that seemed to have lit up in his eyes. "Why do you pretend so much? Why can't you just be yourself?" God this was really starting to get irritating.

"Why? Why? Why? Would you fucking get over yourself Potter! I mean really you're starting to sound like a little priss with a conscience." He failed to mention the part about how that was exactly how he was feeling. For fucks sake he was raised better than this! "If I wanted a little whiny bitch I would have been fucking one." That's better Draco, go back into asshole form.

"You asshole." See it worked. "You don't want me around. I won't be around." Oh come on really did he need to sound so whiny?

"Dammit Potter when I fucked you tonight I didn't notice you were on the rag. Would you just lay down on the bed and go to sleep. Stop acting like some whiny girl!" Okay so maybe that was more than a little harsh, but he really was tired and he couldn't take anymore of this persistent whining.

Apparently Harry couldn't either, because with one last dirty look he grabbed his lost cloak and headed for the door. Okay that was about enough, there was only so much one person could take before they lost their patience. "Potter if you walk out that door I won't fuck your arse for a week!" Okay so that was probably the biggest lie in the world, but hey it got him to stop walking.

"Is that all I am to you then?" His voice was soft and shaky, in truth it sounded like he was about to cry. Fuck he hoped not, it was the worst when he cried. His damn conscience was pulling at his heart again. Overall, this whole thing really sucked. And what did he mean by is that all he was to him? Did he mean that the only thing he wanted him for was...

"Do you mean is it just sex?" Harry didn't respond, but Draco saw a small nod come from him. Well okay now he had two possible answers he could give, and one of them was out of the question. "Of course it's just sex, you didn't get any delusions in your head that I actually cared about you did you?" Okay that was a little over the top, and yet he still felt like talking. "Man I knew you were a bit daft Potter, but I didn't think you were stark raving mad." Sure he felt bad, but he was always taught that overkill was the best solution.

Harry opened the portrait hole that led to the entrance of the room, and was about to leave. However, he paused for a second before glancing behind his shoulder. Draco could already see the tears brimming in his eyes. "Yeah well we all go a little mad sometimes." With that he was gone. Draco had a bitter taste in his mouth from the whole ordeal, and found himself hating that damn muggle movie with the damn stupid loon, but mostly just hating Harry.

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Well this week had officially become the worst of his life, well except maybe that one week where his apendics exploded and he had to spend the entire Easter holidays in St. Mungos, but after that this takes the cake...or whatever that stupid muggle saying was. He never really did get that expression, because really why would they take the cake? He came to the conclusion that muggles were just fucking weird. But anyways back to his flashback...Harry had ignored him all week long, it was Monday when the blond had told him to fuck off, and now the stupid dance that had caused all this mess up was the next day.

Okay so it had been him who had put up the whole no fucking stipulation, but he was only half serious...No if you want to be truthful he wasn't serious in the least. And if he was starting to be honest with himself he might as well go all the way, he had started to care for the little shit head. He had actually started to care for him a lot, but he couldn't exactly tell him that...not with what he was planning to do to him. No, it was better if they just kept it at the 'just sex' stage, it was better for everyone.

"Mr. Malfoy will you pay at least a little bit of attention while in my class." Oh yeah he was in class right now wasn't he? What class was he in...midget person on a podium...it's got to be charms. Always one for theatrics, Draco stood up for all the class to see, doing a mock bow. "Of course Monsieur FleetWick." This caused a few chuckles around the room, and while standing Draco noticed a certain peculiarity with a certain Slytherin male, and couldn't wait to chastise him about it.

Patiently waiting for Flitwick to get back to teaching the lesson, he decided to write Harry a little note. Of course just because he was taking the initiative in no way meant that he was giving in, he just really wanted to get laid again. But when you looked at it that way then he would be giving in wouldn't he? Oh to hell with all this thinking, it never got him anywhere good anyways.

Dear Harry,

You know I've been thinking about our discussion the other night, and although I haven't quite decided what I would like to be...what I want you to be is another matter entirely. I see you in skin tight leather pants and nothing else. They don't exactly have a dress code now do they? You could say you were going as God, you'd sure look like one in pants like those.

luv your favorite fuck buddy. D.M.

There that aught to do it. If nothing else it got him really turned on with the nice mental pictures. Now back to his first project. "Blaise" He whispered "...hey Blaise." The dark haired Slytherin who currently was sitting in front of him looked back only to see a devious grin plastered on Draco's face. Seriously this really was beginning to lighten his day.

"What is it Drake?" The blond mentally winced at the nickname...He hated fucking nicknames. Before over reacting he reminded himself once more of the prize at hand, and the grin came back to his face.

"Nice thong Zabini." The look on the brunettes face was priceless, something between a mixture of shock, fear, and total and utter embarrassment.

"Wait Malfoy it's not what you think it is...I spent the night at Panse's and I didn't have anything in the morning." Seriously wasn't he supposed to be a Slytherin? That was the most pathetic lie he had ever heard. Using the excuse that he was sleeping with someone in a different house is one thing, but they lived 20 feet from each other. Draco stifled a laughter when he saw silver sparkles on the item of clothing in question, and knew he had to fuck with him.

Very quickly he stood up and jumped on top of the desk, startling everyone in the class during the process. Blaise looked like he was ready to break down into tears, and Draco hadn't even done anything yet. With one last malicious smirk towards the brunette he turned so his ass was facing him. In one of his more sexy poses he grabbed the waist of his pants exposing his boxers and dipped down. "Move your g-string down south." This got him a lot of cat calls from both the female and male persuasion, and an embarrassed moan from the one and only thong toting Blaise Zabini.

"Mr. Malfoy if you're quite done disturbing my class we really need to get back to our studies." Draco jumped back down to his seat, and noticed that Blaise had turned quite a few shades redder.

"Of course Professor. Sorry to have disturbed your fascinating teachings." With some amusement Draco watched as the professor's face turned quite purple, and the hand in which he was gripping his wand turned an almost ghostly white. He'd be scared...he really would, if he cared enough to be. But on to the more pressing matter, what was he going to be for Halloween?

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Okay so Sunday night found him looking into the mirror at his gorgeous form, hey it's not considered vain if it's the truth. He thought he would listen to his own advice to Harry and go in leather, skin tight red leather pants to be more precise. His oh so nice pants came with an oh so nice black mesh shirt, he dared to say it was even tighter than the pants. His hair was a blood red, which made him look considerably paler...but not bad. He gelled it into thick spikes, which made the red color even darker. Last but not least he had enchanted his canines to grow out like real vampire teeth. All in all he would have to say that he looked damn good.

Draco left the safety of his room, and noticed how immediately all eyes fell towards him. He smirked inwardly to himself. See didn't he tell you he wasn't vain? "Fuck Dray can I have your child?" That would be Pansy. Draco noticed how she seemed to be going as an angel. He scoffed to himself at the thought of how that was the furthest thing from the truth in the world, but then again it was Halloween. If he was going to be honest with himself he would have to admit that she did look good. She had cut her hair to ear length and died it a subtle medium brown, as and accessory to her hair their was a nice enchanted hallow floating above it...the wonders of magic. But the thing that topped her off was her dress. The top was made of lace, and the bottom that came down thighs was a see through satin that left nothing to the imagination.

"Nice fangs buddy, and whose blood will you be sucking tonight?" Of course Blaise would feel inclined to bring that up, Harry had informed him of the brunette's knowledge of their relationship. God he should just suck his blood and put him out of his misery...Who was he to think he could pull off that costume?

He was decked from head to toe in black, he even had black combat boots. His hair was grown out shaggily and he had also dyed it black. He had white make-up on his face, accompanied by black eye liner and lipstick. From what Draco gathered Blaise was trying to pull of a character from a muggle movie, if he remembered correctly the name of it was The Crow. And okay if he was going to be completely honest with himself the brunette didn't look all that bad.

"Haven't decided yet Zabini, but tell me does your nice outfit come with a matching black thong?" He couldn't tell because of the make-up, but he was pretty certain that the brunette was turning a nice shade of crimson right about now. He really did have to thank whatever god allowed Flitwick to teach about heating charms that day in class, and therefore made it impossible to wear school robes. But the boy has really got to learn to get himself longer shirts tailored if he's going to be going around in women's underwear.

"So is your face." Okay so now Draco was confused. what the fuck did he mean by that?

"What the bloody hell are you talking about. You can't use that now, it doesn't even make any sense." Blaise smiled at him, god he hated when the brunette went into his own little imaginary world.

"Yes you can 'so is your face' is the ultimate insult, it works anywhere." Draco was seriously considering that the Zabini family was inbred at this point.

"No it doesn't Blaise...you can't use it like that." Thank you Pansy, at least one Slytherin's not retarded.

Blaise pointed first to Draco. "So is your face." And then to Pansy. "So is your face." And with that said he spun on his heel and left the common room. Damn that boy was messed up. But anyways enough with the formalities...now was time for the party...yippee! Note the extreme sarcasm in his thoughts.

The Great Hall was really a sight to see. The house table had been removed, and the floor had been enchanted to look exactly like the ceiling. And it happened to be storming outside tonight, so everyone was dancing on stormy clouds. There were jack-o-lanterns floating all over the hall. They were singing a song called 'this is Halloween' It really did sound rather familiar, but he couldn't place exactly where he had heard it. Though he decided to let it go for the time being...he could think later. There was a table off to the side loaded with Halloween goodies just waiting for him to come nab. It was loaded down with pumpkin pasties, candy corn, caramel apples, candy apples, there was a bowl full of pumpkin juice, and several bottles of butterbeer scattered here and there. He wasn't even that hungry and it still made his mouth water.

Draco looked around, taking in everyone's costumes, and he had to say that his took the cake...there he goes using that dumb saying again, but hey it was in his head. He glanced over to Crabbe and Goyle and almost choked on the butterbeer he had acquired. They were wearing matching outfits of red shorts, red and white pin-striped shirts, and a pair of those dumb little hats with the propeller on top. Damn! They were actually dressed as Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb...fucking idiots.

Granger was dressed in a short tye-dye pink skirt and a pink spaghetti strap shirt that came right above her navel, she was also wearing knee high pink boots and her hair was a long wavy blonde that came down to her waist. Weasley was standing next to her wearing a black suit...that was of course too small for him exposing a shiny shin. His usual flaming hair was now a dark brown and plastered to his head so that it looked almost plastic. He heard them tell one of the Gryffindor brats that they were going as Barbie and Ken, whoever the fuck they were...stupid Gryffindors.

This was great and all, but he had yet to see the one person who he had actually come to this lame party to see. Where the hell was he anyways? He hadn't been to the Slytherin common room all week, and it's not like it would do any good to ask his housemates. He didn't even talk to those losers anymore...or rather they wouldn't talk to him.

He spun around when the doors to the great hall creaked open, and his breath hitched in his throat. In walked Harry, or at least he thought it was Harry...he couldn't be so sure as he looked nothing like his usual self. For one thing his hair was blond, blond and rather spiky. From where he was it didn't even look like he had gel in it and yet they were the tallest spikes he'd ever seen. Draco walked closer to get a better look at his lover. He noticed that he wasn't wearing his glasses and even beyond that his eyes were a dark blue that seemed to almost glow. He was wearing a tight black shirt that only had a sleeve on the right side, and puffy black pants to match his shirt, but the oddest thing about his costume was the huge buster sword that seemed to be attached to his back. Really he had no idea how he was walking around with something that heavy looking attached to a holster on his back.

Merlin he looked gorgeous...then of course he always looked gorgeous. The most attractive thing about Harry was that he was the kind of person who didn't know how good looking they actually were...and that modesty made him all the more worth while. After a few minutes of doing nothing but staring, Harry actually caught his eye. With some amusement Draco watched as his eyes widened at the blond's appearance and his tongue pretty much lulled out of his mouth. With a nod of his head Draco motioned Harry over, and with wide eyes the boy happily complied.

"And who are you supposed to be?" Draco watched as Harry looked at him, then the floor, and back at him, before once more adverting his eyes. What the hell was wrong with him anyways? There was no way he was still pissed right?

"There was this one summer when my cousin got his playstation, and I watched him play this one game." Harry was mumbling and not really making that much sense, but Draco pretty much got the gist of it.

"Oh, so you were watching your fat arse cousin play a little game on the telly and you thought you'd play dress up." He saw Harry slightly nod, and bit back the urge to fuck him on the nearest gaming table. "I never thought of you as a blond, but I have to say I kinda like it...maybe we can have a little role-playing next time around and you can be me, and I'll be the great Harry Potter." Draco saw a small smile form on his lips, but it was soon gone.

"You would be the kind of person that would want to fuck yourself." He hadn't really though about it that way, but it was kinda the truth.

He gave a devious smile with his vampiric teeth. "Hey if you were me wouldn't you want to fuck me too?"

"Does that mean I get to be on top?" There was that small smile again, and hey he actually met his eyes. Well it wasn't much progress, but it was something. Draco took another daring step towards him so that they were close, but they didn't attract too much attention. After all everyone still thought they were just friends.

"You wish." Now this he knew was getting to Harry. He had gotten close enough for them to feel each other's breath, and he could feel Harry's breathing start to quicken. He loved the easy way he could get to him. "So Harry do you like my costume?" By this time he was whispering in his ear, and very subtly he scraped one of his fangs against the boy's earlobe.

A shaky breath escaped the boy's throat. "Teeth are a nice touch." Draco smiled before backing off again, lest someone get suspicious.

"You think so do you...it's a modified version of the spell I used on Granger 4th year." Harry stiffened as he always did when his former Gryffindor friends were mentioned. If you asked him Harry was starting to become a baby about it.

"Oi Malfoy I thought you hated red heads." As if he didn't have to deal with enough annoyances this evening.

"Yeah Malfoy I mean who knew you were lying all these years. Don't tell me you're having wet dreams about my little sister, or hell even Percy..."

"Ew Malfoy tell me it's not Percy." Seriously some people could be so annoying, stupid inbreeding fucks. But have to play nice, Harry still likes him.

"Fred, George...you guys look amazing." A small hint of jealousy started to flare inside of him. How could he tell them they looked amazing, and all he could say about him was that he had nice teeth. Especially when they didn't even look all that good. They had magically fused their bodies together from the waist down. So they were Siamese twins...he was a hot Gothic vampire who looked way more fuckable than them. Speaking of that, why was he even letting Harry talk to those incest freaks anyways?

"Yeah love the costume freaks...tell me how do you make out when you're in such a compromising position? Didn't know you read up on Kama Sutra...keep up the good work." Draco smirked at the twin horrified faces that appeared on the two red heads, as for Harry he just looked confused. He walked off, grabbing his little cosplay toting lover, and moved over to the punch table.

"Draco what did you mean by that? And why is it that you have to instigate fights with the only people in the school who still like me?" Okay so Draco had gotten a fair few amount of people to stop liking the boy, but the two little twits weren't the only ones who still liked him.

"Don't be so overdramatic, they're not the only ones who will talk to you...and you don't need to be hanging around freaks like that anyways." Harry had grabbed a butterbeer by this time, and was gripping it so hard that it looked like the glass would shatter into a thousand pieces.

"And why would that be...because I'm your property." Draco grabbed the bottle from Harry's hand, slamming down on the table. His voice was way too arrogant for his liking.

"Yeah well maybe you are, and you know what I can do anything I want." He grabbed the temporary blond's arm and gripped it rather tight until he heard the boy wince. "And that includes being able to punish my things whenever I want to." Harry ripped his arm from his grasp, and gave Draco a dirtier look then he thought possible.

"That's all I am to you isn't it? Just a possession, something to just fuck and then abandon."

"Aren't we a bit bitchy this evening...forget to take our happy pills did we?" Why the hell was he being so bitchy? It's not as if he wasn't trying here, he was. It was just he wasn't very good at it. And how dare he rip his arm away...he wasn't supposed to do that. "Now why don't you just tell me what's got your knickers in a twist so that we can leave this lame arse party and go have sex." Damn couldn't he tell that he was a bit horny...some people.

Harry narrowed his eyes to slits and began to back away. "You fucking prick how could I ever have let you touch me, how could I have given up my life for you." With that said, and a very impolite show of a certain finger he walked away. God sometimes that boy could be so difficult.

Thinking he had to do something Draco called after him in a last attempt to stop him from leaving. "Potter you get your blond arse back here...I wanna have sex!" Damn it didn't work, and it got him a few odd looks by near passer-bys. Fuck! He needed some air.

Even though he was out in the night air you could still hear the music from the party in the background. Some Scottish punk band had come to the school to play. They really were quite good, but he had no intentions of going inside again...He was way too pissed off. How dare that little prat! How dare he dismiss him like that, who did he think he was? Draco was the lead in this relationship, and Harry was supposed to do what he was told. Damn Potter for having a mind of his own, he'll fucking show him...he'll show him.

"Troubles in paradise love?" Draco spun around and noticed that he had wandered all the way over to the Quidditch pitch, and that Silas was sitting in the stands. Well at least he could get out of this terrible mood he had been in for awhile now, and hey he could relieve his horniness.

"Nothing I can't handle." Draco walked over, and to his pleasure Silas licked his lips as he was approaching. With some trouble, due to the tightness of his pants, he hosted himself up onto Silas's lap so that he was straddling him. "So Silas how do you like my costume...and please don't say that I have nice teeth."

"Oh did my little sex kitten have a fight with his lover?" With a smile Draco slowly leaned forward so that their mouths were touching. In response Silas grabbed the back of his crimson hair, pulling him farther in. The little kiss soon turned into a full blown snogging session that ended only when the blond could no longer stand to be without breath.

"Don't worry about him, he's just a bit pissy is all." Silas pulled him back in, and Draco had no stipulations about their locking lips. After the cold shoulder routine he had been getting from Harry all week a nice romp with Silas sounded like exactly what he needed. Silas began to kiss every piece of skin he could find on the blond in an almost desperate passion that ended in Draco being slammed down against the nearest bleacher with Silas on top of him. "Watch the hair prince...it took me almost three hours."

"Oh don't worry Spagettio, I won't ruin your pretty hairdo...but we can't continue this now either." Silas began to stroke Draco's forehead. "You have somewhere you need to be, and someone you need to be with." What!? No!...He wasn't really going to leave him high and dry was he? Besides who the hell was he supposed to go see now of all times?

"Who the hell am I supposed to go see?" Silas sat up and, with an arm twisted into Draco's shirt, pulled him up with him. Draco picked himself up so that he was standing in front of Silas, and dusted off the non-existent dirt on his clothes.

"Ahh the question isn't who...the question is where." Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. He hated it when Silas went into his cryptic message stage. He could have sworn that he only started doing that to piss people off.

"Okay, so where am I supposed to go?" A coy smile came onto the red-eyed boy's face, and Draco began to dread whatever possible answer he could give him. Ten galleons that whatever it was wouldn't be good. From what he had come to learn about Silas was that he always gave out orders, but whether they were good or not depended on whether he wanted to have sex beforehand...and since he didn't he was putting his money on bad.

"The Shrieking Shack." What!? The Shrieking Shack! As in Hogsmeade's most haunted building Shrieking Shack? It was bloody Halloween! Seeming to have read Draco's thoughts, Silas added. "Unless you're afraid of course."

He was actually scared out of his wits, but he was a Malfoy and they did not under any circumstances reveal their weaknesses. "Of course I'm not scared! I was just wondering what could have possibly possessed you enough to send me there." The thought 'please let him reconsider' kept running over and over through his mind.

"Don't worry Spagettio there are no monsters there...not anymore at least." Silas touched the top of the blond's spikes. "Now go, and hurry up or you'll miss all the excitement." Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!

"How do you expect me to get there? I can't exactly walk to Hogsmeade now can I?" Please let him reconsider...pretty pretty please.

"There's a secret passage that leads there underneath the whomping willow...hit the knob on the side of the tree." Oh hell no...damn did this suck.

"I'll be right back." It was only a few minutes after he had said that and left Silas that he realized how fucking dumb it was. Not only was he going to a well known haunted house in the middle of the night, but he had said the ultimate 'come kill me line.' Now he was alone, going down a dark and dirty passage way to do god knows what. Damn his life really sucked.

His knees were killing him from having to crawl into the hole, and it was only after several minutes of crawling that he realized he could stand comfortably. Now he was cold, and he was in the dark, and he was rather scared...not that if someone asked him he would admit it. Draco had finally come to the edge of what looked to be some old ass stairs. This was just great now he would probably fall in and get a pipe through the stomach or something. As he was examining the stairs he noticed some fresh footsteps etched into the dirt that had piled up.

A lump formed in his throat and he swallowed the scream that was starting to edge its way up through his vocal cords. Who the fuck would be in a god damn shit bucket of a house on Halloween!? He reached a door at the top of the stairs, and with much hesitation pushed it open.

"Oh shit!" He did not need this right now. Out of all the things he needed blood on the floor was not one of them, and was that whimpering? The trail of blood was leading to a closet at the end of the room. Excitement my ass! He didn't need this kind of excitement in his life, he'd probably end up having an aneurism before he got out of this dive.

Very slowly he made his way to the closet door, noticing how the blood seemed to get thicker with every step, and the noises louder the closer he got to his destination. After taking a deep breath he reached out and took hold of the brass doorknob. It was now or never shit head...stop being such a pussy. Determined to prove to his mind that he was in fact no pussy, he flung the door open, and his heart stopped at what he saw.

"Oh fuck, Harry!" There was blood everywhere...it was everywhere, and it was coming from Harry. Without even thinking he threw himself down to the floor, and saw a sight that he never wanted to see in his life. Harry's eyes were completely blank and clouded over, and he was utterly stark white from lack of blood. As to where the blood was coming from, two vertical slashes were cut down both of his arms, spilling his blood all over himself and the floor around him. Had he? Did he?

"Oh Merlin baby what did you do to yourself?" Draco gathered the huddled form of the boy in his arms, and swiftly carried him over to the ratty bed in the corner. "Harry! Harry! Harry for fucks sake answer me!" His eyes were still glazed over, but they came slightly into focus to look at him.

"Draco is that you? Why are you here?" What the hell kind of question was that? He was laying in a puddle of his own blood, and he had the audacity to ask him why he had come here? Even on his death bed he was annoying.

"Baby I'm going to try to close the wound okay...I'll make you all better, I promise." With speed he didn't even know he had he pulled his wand out of his pants pocket, thanking whoever was listening that he remembered to bring it. Now for the spell, a healing spell, any healing spell. He grabbed the boy's wrist and muttered the only healing spell he knew. It closed the wound, but he was still missing a shit load of blood.

Okay so one part down, about a million more to go. How the hell had Silas known about this, and why the fuck hadn't he warned him about it? Harry opened his eyes a little more and looked down at his now closed wrists. "You healed me? Why? Why did you do that?" Okay now he was mad.

"Why!? Why did I save you? How bout you answer me a fucking question. Why the hell did you do it in the first place?" He better not say 'because I couldn't stand being with you.' That would really be a sucky burst into his happy little reality.

"What's the point of being alive when no one cares for you, and you're just destined for death anyways." What the hell did he mean by that? Their earlier conversation came back to memory, and suddenly Draco understood.

"Oh Harry I do care for you. I'm so sorry for being such an asshole...I care for you more than anything." He thought he saw a small smile cross Harry's face before he buried his head into Draco's red leather pants.

"I don't want to live if I can't be with you." Draco scooped Harry up and held him tight.

"I feel the same way...now don't you ever pull something like that again."

~~ EnD oF fLaShBaCk ~~

It was true what he said that day. Even if he didn't feel half the way he did now about Harry, he was sure a part of him loved him even then. Now as he was becoming light headed from the blood loss he could swear that he saw him standing there...glowing a brilliant white and staring down at him. "Harry I'm sorry." With that said the blood loss finally got to his head and he lost consciousness. If he was going to die at least he got to see Harry one last time.

With a cry of shock Hermione ran towards the bloody Slytherin and tried her best to save his life. She just had to save his life! Harry needed him. She just had to save him...for Harry.

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