Only through the pain

Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters in the Potter-verse. They all belong to JK Rowling and a bunch of others, of which I am not one of, and I do not own today’s musical selection…but I’d really like to own the man who sings it. Dazed and Confused, Led Zeppelin. Robert Plant is a god and Jimmy Paige is Jesus. And as many of you all know, I don’t even own my soul either since I sold it to Jem for a piece of pie many, many years ago, so really, if you have a problem with anything I’ve written, take it up with her. She pulls all the strings.

Warning!!!!: Male slashiness, drugs and lots of bad language will be used!!! All people under the age of 18 cover your eyes until I tell you it’s safe to look again! **watches various teenagers wandering around with hands over their eyes from other novels screaming “Is it safe yet?!” and snickers** gullible suckers.

A/N: While not from the Trapt album or really having anything to do with the actual contents, I have chosen a rock classic for today’s chapter title. Why? Because I say so, that’s why….Plus it goes well with getting stoned. Dazed and Confused. Zeppelin. One of the greatest bands ever, and if you don’t know them, then you can leave my fic right now because how can you not know Led Zeppelin?! Shame on you! Don’t you people know that Robert Plant is smexy as hell!?

Chapter2- Dazed and Confused (Harry)


It didn’t take very long in the small compartment for me to smell a familiar burning scent and come out of my musically induced calming trance. In fact, Malfoy had barely even lit the joint before my eyes had shot open, looking for the source. I stared incredulously, therefore, when I saw that Draco Malfoy of all people, was the one toking it.

“Ah, Potter,” Malfoy said after letting the smoke out smoothly, “That was fascinating. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you react so quickly outside of the pitch.” Malfoy tried to snicker, but it turned into more of a giggle and he quickly cut himself off, “That song was fascinating as well. I had no idea you could sing.”

I blushed in embarrassment; I often didn’t realize I was singing out loud when I got far enough into a trance. “And I had no idea that you could blow hot air out of a place other then your ass.” I snapped back, rather lamely and closed my eyes again.

“Now, now, Potter. I’m just trying to be nice,” Malfoy said between tokes, “I rather enjoyed your song actually, but I was wondering,” There was a whoosh of an inhale and a long pause, “if you actually do live in a ‘wasteland’ from time to time.”

I opened his eyes long enough to roll them at Malfoy and laugh mirthlessly, “I’ve been in a ‘wasteland’ since fucking Dumbledore left me to live at my shit for brains relatives’ house, but if you’re asking if I smoke pot, then yes. I do that ‘from time to time’ as well.” I closed my eyes once more and reached for the headphones again, this time only putting one in so that I could still hear should I accidentally start singing again.

“Well then,” Malfoy grinned, moving across the compartment and dangling a bag in front of my nose, “Perhaps you’d like to join me?”

My eyes widened slightly at the large number of joints in the bag and then I narrowed them and glared at Malfoy, “What’s the catch? Do these have canary creams in them or something? You’re really losing your touch Malfoy, if that’s the best prank you can come up with. You must be stupid if you think I’m gonna smoke something you offered me.”

Now it was Malfoy’s turn to roll his eyes, “Really Potter, is it so hard for you to believe that I have the best of intentions in this matter?”

“Yes.”

“Oh well, your loss then.” Malfoy said and tucked the bag back into his school robes before lounging once more across the opposite seat. “I hope you don’t mind if I continue though. Once I finish my homework the rest of the ride can be quite boring without some sort of distraction.”

“I don’t mind,” I said, “And I didn’t say I wouldn’t join you, just that I wasn’t stupid enough to smoke yours.” I pulled open my own robes to get to my pants pocket and pretended not to see Malfoy’s brief, but extremely interested, glance at the tight hip hugging rockstar-esque jeans I wore. I’d transfigured them from some of Dudley’s crap after watching ‘The Song Remains the Same’ over the summer because I thought I might look good in them. Judging from Malfoy’s shifting his robes a bit in front, I guessed that I did indeed look good..

“Yet another new revelation about the Gryffindor Golden Boy,” Draco said drolly, but I wasn’t sure if he was referring to my pants or my bag of joints.

“What’s up Malfoy?” I asked around the slim joint I was trying to light. “You look like a five year old that just found out they were getting a pony for Christmas.”

Malfoy rolled his eyes again, and struck a match for me and I smiled my thanks, “I do not.” He said as he blew out the match and cracked a window to toss it out quickly. He closed the window again and glared at me as well as he could manage as he took another hit. “You’re the one who looks overly happy.” He accused a few minutes later.

It was true too; I was smiling quite a bit. I laughed, “Well shit Malfoy, why shouldn’t I be happy? When I’m around those two,” I jerked my head at the other compartment, “I have to sneak into the loo if I want to get a few puffs in, and then their damn war-talk ruins it for me. This is much better.”

“The weasel doesn’t approve of your….extracurricular activites?” Malfoy asked, lighting another.

I shook my head, “Nope. And Hermione is always saying stupid shit like ‘dope is for dopes’ and shaking her finger at me.”

“Frightening.” Malfoy laughed, “Well pot-head, anytime you need a lecture and slogan free toke, you know where to find me.”

I raised an eyebrow, “if you weren’t such a dick-head, I might take you up on that.”

Malfoy sighed, “I’m not acting like a ‘dick-head’ now am I?”

“Well, no….and I’m a bit confused about that actually.” I admitted, taking a long draw on the last of my joint and then fishing out another to give Malfoy time to explain. But he didn’t. “Care to enlighten me? In as many ways as possible?” I laughed at my own stupid pun.

Malfoy frowned as he leaned over to light my new joint, but was spared answering for a moment by the food-cart lady opening the door. Malfoy quickly hid his joint and lighter behind his back but he knew they couldn’t hide the smell. “Uh…it’s not what you think?” Malfoy tried, no doubt wishing he’d left the window cracked. I laughed behind my other hand but said nothing and made no move to hide the evidence or pretend it was just a normal cigarette.

She smiled and nodded at me and said, “One of everything today then eh dearie?”

“Better make that two of everything Margaret.” I coughed and nodded, enjoying the surprise on Malfoy’s face, “And another lighter if you don’t mind. I seem to have lost mine again.”

“Probably fell out of your pocket when you were changing again, sweets.” She said and started placing food items into a bag which she handed to Malfoy before pulling out a muggle lighter and handing it to me, smiling as I thanked her, and paid her before Malfoy had quite figured out what was going on. “Ta, then. Come find me if you need any refills.”

“Will do Margaret, thanks.” I said and closed the door, lighting my still unlit joint and pocketing the lighter. “What’s the matter Malfoy? You look shocked.” I laughed.

“I am!” Malfoy said, “The food-cart lady deals? I so did not see that coming.”

“People are usually a lot different then your first impression of them.” I said thoughtfully, sitting down again and pulling out a pumpkin pasty. “Speaking of which, weren’t you about to tell all?”

Malfoy nodded, and then took a few calming puffs and opened the window again. Not everyone on the train would turn out to be a smoker in disguise. “You sent my father to Azkaban.” He said finally and rather dramatically, as if that explained everything. I just blinked at him so he continued, “My father is an ass, I hate him, I hate his master and I hate the way he treated my mother and I. Until now I’ve been scared of bringing his wrath down upon us so I did everything he told me to, but now that he’s out of the picture,” Malfoy shrugged, “I can do whatever I please.”

“And it pleases you to sit in a train compartment with your worst enemy and get stoned huh?” I laughed and leaned back with my legs across the other seats which made my robe fall open again.

“Yes actually.” Malfoy said, looking at my tight pants again briefly and then back at myself. “Seen as you were only my ‘worst enemy’ because my father told me you should be. Personally I could have cared less that you refused to shake my hand all those years ago, but father said ‘make him your best friend or your worst enemy,’ and if I hadn’t he would have hurt Mother, so I tormented you at every opportunity because you decided against the friend route.” He shrugged and took a few cauldron cakes from the pile, “I would apologize, but that doesn’t change the fact that I did it, so just know that if it had been up to me I wouldn’t have. I don’t give a damn about you, good or bad.”

“Humph,” I snorted and blew a stream of smoke out the window before flicking out the rest of the joint as well. I was stoned enough that I didn’t need it anymore. “Well in that case Malfoy, I don’t accept your apology,” I laughed and noticed that Malfoy was staring at me, or more specifically, staring at my tight pants induced bulge, again. Yes, I had noticed. Why else do you think I decided to lounge the way I was? “And I might be inclined to believe your explanation about not caring if you weren’t staring quite so intently at my crotch.”

Malfoy jumped and blushed bright red, “I was not staring at your crotch Potter!” he protested a bit too loudly and a bit too quickly for it to be true. “Merlin! Is your mind always in the gutter when you’re stoned?”

“Yes.” I answered easily, “Life is more fun that way.”

“Potter, you scare me sometimes.” Malfoy said, shaking his head and leaning back again, “And I wasn’t staring at your crotch, so don’t start thinking I want to jump you or anything.”

“Oh I know better than to think that Malfoy, you’re engaged to that Parkinson bitch after-all, and everyone knows that the Slytherin Sex God is a completely hetero role.” I teased, smiling and reaching for my music again.

“I am not engaged to Pansy and I am certainly not heterosexual, though it is true that I am the Slytherin Sex God. What I said is that I didn’t want to jump you.” Malfoy pointed out, and then physically pointed at the mp3 player. “What is that thing anyway and what were you singing?” he asked, hoping to change the subject.

I raised an eyebrow at the topic switch then shrugged, tucking away that valuable piece of information for later. “It’s an Mp3 player…uhm….kinda like a Wizarding wireless but smaller and it plays records and stuff too.” I said, letting Malfoy hold the tiny player as I reached into my school bag for the speaker adaptor. “As for what I was listening to,” I continued, plugging in the tiny speakers and finding the album I’d been playing before Malfoy had lit up, “It’s a muggle band called Trapt.” I pressed play and the song Malfoy had heard me singing suddenly blasted from the small speakers. “Mione did some kind of spell to make this thing work at Hogwarts since she knows music helps calm me down, but she says Dumble-fuck and a lot of the other teachers would get pissy if I showed it around. I’m gonna trust you not to blab though, alright?”

Malfoy nodded distractedly, staring at the little boxes the music was coming out of and getting swept up into the lyrics again. Soon I was sitting on the floor, leaning my head against the seat and singing along softly again and Malfoy switched his stare to me.

“The Gryffindor Golden Boy is not the little goody-two shoes everyone always thinks he is.” Malfoy thought supposedly to himself. “I wonder if that’s the first time Harry’s ever blown up like that in front of his friends…Wait…since when did I start thinking of him as Harry?” Aloud he said quietly, “this is some damn good shit.”

“The weed or the music?” I asked, lifting my head to stare at Draco who had suddenly started talking to himself about me. “Wait…when did I start calling him Draco?” I wondered in my own mind.

Draco shook his head to clear it, “Both. But the pot’s got me calling you Harry in my head.” He laughed.

“Well, what’s wrong with that? You said yourself that you don’t want to be enemies any more.” I straightened up and blinked slowly, “And while I’m not quite sure I trust you enough to be your friend just yet, I think I can manage friendly. So I’ll call you Draco and you can call me Harry and we’ll see where it goes from there alright?” I stuck out my hand, “Truce, Draco?”

“Truce….Harry….wow, I am never gonna get used to that.” Draco said, shaking his head fuzzily. “Man, I am starving.”

“Me too,” I laughed, and we both dug into the giant pile of sweets and goodies in front of us. “Oh and to answer your question, no, that’s the first time I’ve ever ‘exploded’ in front of them. Apparently I have some sort of anger issue problem….” I paused and watched the realization hit Draco, “By the way, do you always talk to yourself, or is it just because we’re stoned?” I laughed as Draco commenced to hitting his head against a wall. “Yeah, I think this will be a fun year, don’t you?” I asked through a mouthful of pasty an hour or two later.

“So long as the drug supply holds out, I think this will be a fucking fantastic year.” Draco drawled, rolling his eyes and pulling out the baggie again, “Anyone for seconds?”

A/N: Ta da! chapter two, finished and uploaded and less then 24 hours! Am i good or what?! Yeah baby, I'm baaaccck!!! **Helga does creepy third encounters voice** They're baaaaaaaccccckkkk. **bops helga** ignore the hyper girl in the corner! As always, review, review, review, i must feed my muses or they do stupid stuff like that **points at Helga who is trying to hula hoop, tight rope walk and lion train at the same time** whoops, better go stop her....press the little button that says 'submit review go!' and i will love you all forever!!! **tosses a ton of chocolate covered harry and draco's to thrnbrooke** thanks for popping my review cherry!