Two Lonely Hearts

Warning: Again, smoking in this chapter. NOT GOOD FOR YOU!



Chapter 4



“How is your “friend”,” asked Blaise as they worked on their History assignment. Binns was, as usual, asleep at his desk.



“He’s doing better,” said Draco as he wrote about the Renaissance. “It life threatening apparently.”



“I never pegged you to be the sentimental type,” said Blaise. “You never cared about anyone, unless they had something for you to use.”



“What makes you think this “friend” of mine didn’t?” Draco gave Blaise an amused smile that told Blaise everything.



“Whatever, keep your secrets. It’s not like I don’t know the worst of them. Pansy’ll finally get off my back.”



“How about you getting her on her back?” asked Draco, thankfully that he as in one of the few classes that Pansy wasn’t in with him.



“Oh I would love to, but unfortunately she’s attached to you. Joined to the hip.”



Draco scoffed. “Don’t exaggerate. I’m not that kinda of guy.”



“No, you’re not,” said Blaise. “You’re the kind that like to….”



“Blaise,” growled Draco. He looked around to see if anybody nearby was listening to their conversation but luckily they were busy talking among themselves. His eye caught Potter’s from across the room and both looked at each other for a moment before Potter turned away and joined the conversation with Ron and Granger. “Don’t say that aloud.”



Blaise mocked a surprise. “Oh sure. Of course. Heaven forbid if anybody finds out the great Draco Malfoy swings for the other side of the fence.”



“This coming from the guy who has more then one partner in his bed,” said Draco in a low voice.



“But one regular.”



Draco threw a wad of paper at him. “Shut up. I only do you because I have no one else.”



“Or love.”



“Love is overrated. What does sex have to do with love?”



“You’ll learn one day.” Blaise paused for a moment. “Come to think of it, have you ever fallen in love before?”



“Once,” said Draco after a pause. “A long time ago.”



That piqued Blaise’s interest. “Really? Mind telling me who?”



“Yes,” said Draco in a firm tone. Blaise smirked.



“Touchy. So what happened? You told him or something?”



“No. He never found out.”



“Why? For all you knew he could like you too. I’ve heard the guys talking. They’ll give their left one to be you.”



Draco sneered as he chuckled. “Yeah, you should know. You’ve slept with the entire student body.”



“Almost the student body,” said Blaise and pointed to the trio, Potter and Weasley talking under their breaths and Granger hissing at them to take notes. “No matter how I try, I can’t sway them.” He turned back to Draco. “So why haven’t you?”



“Blaise, sometimes it’s better to not know the answer,” said Draco and looked over at the trio. As always Potter was keeping a sharp eye on him and Draco glared back. “Got a problem, Potter?”



“Yes, actually,” said Potter. “I’m looking right at one.”



“Perhaps you shouldn’t stare so hard,” said Blaise. “Otherwise your face would get suck like that.”



“Well, Malfoy should know that, shouldn’t he?” said Weasley. “His face is always a permanent scowl.”



“Watch it, Weasel,” snapped Draco. “Or you may find yourself without a house as well as money.”



“Back off, Malfoy,” said Potter. “Or you’ll be sorry.”



“Oh, I’m so scared,” laughed Draco and sneered. “Think you can scare me, Potter? You’re just a sad boy playing tough, so he won’t be reminded on how alone he really is.”



Potter’s chair toppled over as he launched himself at Draco and began punching him. Blaise attempted to pull Harry off so Draco could fight back but Weasley blocked his way and all four went into a free for all.



Potter punched Draco across the jaw, satisfied with the crack he heard when his fist connected. Draco retaliated by driving his knee into Potter’s groin. Potter groaned and was forced to roll of Draco, who rolled onto Harry and punched him across the temple, cutting above Potter’s eyebrow. Potter grunted and head butted Draco, cracking into his forehead. Draco fell off Potter and grabbed his head. Potter was about to launch at Draco again when a pair of strong arms grabbed him.



“All right, Harry, that’s enough,” said the woodshop teacher’s rough voice, Rubeus Hagrid. Draco was being pulled up by Snape, who was glaring at Potter. Weasley was also being held back by Neville and Seamus and Blaise sat on the floor, trying to stop the flow of a bleeding nose and curled in a fetal position that told them Weasley hit below the belt. Granger had run out of the classroom as soon as the fight started and grabbed the first two teachers she saw. Binns stared in shocked at the scene in front of him.



“Detention, Potter,” snapped Snape. “You as well, Weasley. For assaulting another student.”



“Same to you,” said Hagrid looking at Draco and Blaise. “We’ll call your parents and tell’em to pick you up.”



“What?!” yelled Draco, his jaw beginning to swell from the hit Potter gave him. “I’ve never got detention. I can’t get detention. Do you know who I am, you brainless oaf?!”



“A spoiled brat is what you are,” said Hagrid. Draco glared at him as Snape spoke up.



“It was Potter who started the fight,” said Snape. “Why punish Mr. Malfoy?”



“They both were fighting from what I saw,” said Hagrid. “Or do you want to take this to Dumbledore?”



“Gladly,” said Snape and took Draco by the arm and lead him out. Hagrid put an arm around Potter’s shoulder and lead him out as well, Weasley and Blaise follow with Blaise still clutching his nose and trying not to waddle. Hagrid and Snape lead the four to the head office and sat them in chairs at opposite sides of the room while their parents were called. All four sat quietly without looking at each other.



“This is atrocious,” muttered Draco. “I’m a Malfoy. We don’t get detention.”



“Well, if you weren’t so tense, then this wouldn’t have happened,” said Blaise in a low voice. “When was the last time you got laid?”



Draco blushed a fierce red. “What is that supposed to mean?” he asked in a forced hushed tone. The secretary glared at them.



“Quiet,” she said. “No talking.”



Draco glared at the secretary before crossing his arms and straightened his back. Blaise opened his mouth to speak again but Draco hissed, “Not one word,” and Blaise closed his mouth.



Meanwhile Ron and Harry were having a short conversation on the other side of the room.



“Malfoy seems annoyed about something,” said Ron looking over at the two.



“It’s no problem of mine,” said Harry stretching out on the chair and linked his hands behind his head. “God, I need a smoke.”



“I thought you were quitting,” said Ron looking back over at the two.



“It’s harder then it looks,” said Harry. With a quick glance at the secretary who had her back turned to them to answer a phone he reached into his pocket and took out a pack of gum. Taking out a piece he quickly put it in his mouth and hid the pack again before the secretary turned around. He closed his eyes and waited for Sirius to pick him up, slowly chewing the gum.



The minutes passed before Molly Weasley and Mrs. Zabini came to pick up Weasley and Blaise. Molly left the school lecturing Ron on fighting fellow students and Mrs. Zabini led Blaise out with a disappointed look.



“I’ll see you later,” said Blaise to Draco as he left. Draco just looked straight ahead with his arms crossed.



“Don’t count on it,” said Draco. Blaise just shrugged and left, as if not caring on Draco’s response. Potter and Draco only had to wait a few more minutes before Tonks showed up.



“Wotcher, Harry,” she said and nodded a greeting to Draco.



“Hey, Tonks,” said Potter standing up and stretched from his cramps position. “Where’s Rom?”



“In the car, he not allowed in the school.” She looked across the room and smiled at Draco. “Hey, cuz, I’m sorry I missed your birthday.”



Draco looked at her in surprise. “My birthday was months ago.”



“And I’m sorry I missed it.” She dug in her pocket and tossed Draco a watch. Draco looked at Tonks in suspicious.



“I have over twenty watches,” he said, “of various designs from a fob watched to a wrist watch. Why do I need another?”



“Because this one’s special,” said Tonks with a wink. “You’ll never know when someone’s late for a rescue.” She paused for a moment before softly laughing. “Sorry about that, police joke. Well, I’ll see you later, Draco. Come on, Harry.”



“Later, Malfoy,” said Potter linking his hands behind his head again and followed Tonks out. Draco watched both leave and looked at the watch given to him.



“At least it’s an Ollivander genuine,” he said slipping the watch on his wrist.



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“What was that about,” asked Harry as he walked out of the school.



“The watch has a GPS chip in it so we can keep tabs on him,” said Tonks. “There was a few more details I that I would have liked to tell him, but due to the unfortunate events that happened in your classroom I couldn’t explain them fully without giving away his cover.”



“Do you want me to apologize or go back and beat him up again?”



“You’ll be doing both when Sirius hears about what you did.” They had reached Tonks’ car and she opened the door to let Harry in. Laying on the backseat was Romulus, whose tail thumped against the back seat at the sight of Harry and barked a greeting.



“Hey, Rom,” said Harry reaching over and scratched the German Shepard’s ear. Harry slid in the passenger seat and Tonks’ the drivers side. “So he has to me the teachers, big deal. Not the first time.”



“Big deal? Harry, you’re both going to get suspended over this. Without you to look after him, Draco could slip and get found out. He is only a boy.”



“So am I!” snapped Harry glaring at Tonks. Tonks sighed and kept her eyes on the road. Harry calmed down and spoke again in a softer voice. “Malfoy’ll be fine. He never gets into trouble.”



“Never say never, Harry,” said Tonks.



They drove in silence to the federal building, Harry looked out the window and scratching Romulus’ chin as the German Shepard laid his head on Harry’s shoulder. When they reached the station they were met by an angry Sirius Black.



“What the hell were you thinking?” asked Sirius as Harry walked up to the building. Tonks sat on a cleared spot on Remus’ desk as Romulus lay on at her feet.



“I’m a teenager,” said Harry. “I don’t think.”



“Obviously. Fight with a fellow student, a Malfoy at that?”



“Like you didn’t get into fights when you attended school, Sirius,” said Harry sitting in Sirius’ chair and putting his feet on the desk, linking his hands behind his head. “I remember one particular prank with a frog in a lunch box.”



Tonks giggled and Sirius shot her a glare. Tonks snorted to keep her laughter in check but some still escaped.



“Don’t make out as a hypocrite, Harry. I know what id did and I admit that I’ve done my share of mischief, but I never struck another person in anger.”



“Yes you did, with Snape in eleventh year.”



“Harry…”



Harry shrugged. “Malfoy pushed my buttons. I pushed his.”



“And he pushed back on your eye,” said Remus. Harry reached up and gently touched the bruise over his temple, wincing at he did.



“I guess he did,” said Harry.



“I’ll get some ice,” said Tonks and went to the lounge.



“With the Malfoy boy in trouble, how are we going to get the warehouses?” asked Remus.



“If I knew one thing about Malfoy,” said Harry, “is that he can easily get out of trouble as he can get into trouble.”



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“A fight in the middle of a classroom?!” said Lucius furious at the white blonde boy in front of him. “Have I taught you nothing?”



“It wasn’t my fault, Father,” said Draco. His cut lip was bandaged and he held an ice pack against the bruise on his jaw. “Potter threw the first punch.”



“I don’t care who threw the first punch,” said Lucius. “You should not have continued it.”



“A Malfoy never backs down,” said Draco, quoting one of the frequent sayings his father had drilled into his head.



“That’s for business transactions, not a back yard brawl.”



“There is no difference in my situation.”



Lucius’ eyes flashed as he glared at his son. “I have no need for a child to take over my industry.”



“What industry,” asked Draco glaring at his father. “Your industry is of drugs and arson. What the public does see is nothing more then a lie?”



“You will inherit this when I retire, Draco. Don’t play the fool with me.”



Draco didn’t say anything as he set the ice bag on the desk. “I’ll take my leave now, Father,” he said and left. Lucius had no choice but to watch his son leave the room.



Walking to his room Draco closed the door, took out a cigarette and picked up his lighter but stopped as he realized which lighter he picked up. It was the one Potter had given him. Potter must have thought it a joke picking a lighter that had a dragon on it, but it seemed to fit. Why would Potter bother looking for a design lighter when a disposable one was easier, and cheaper?



A knock sounded and Draco was pulled out of his thoughts.



“Sir,” said the maid. “Your father has left for warehouse seven and Mr. Zabini is here to see you.”



“Thank you, Winky, send him in,” said Draco lighting the cigarette and setting the lighter down. Blaise walked in a saw down next to Draco on the couch. “Make yourself at home. The same “how could you” lecture?”



“Yeah,” sad Blaise picking up the pack left on the table. “A new brand?”



“Yeah,” said Draco taking a drag and flicked the ash in the ash tray.



“And a new lighter. I might keep this one.” Blaise picked up the small metallic object only to have Draco snatch it away.



“No!” said Draco in a growl. Blaise looked at him in surprise.



“Come on, Draco it’s just a lighter,” laughed Blaise. “Twenty dollars cheep. You can buy another.” He reached for the lighter again but Draco smacked his hand away.



“Then get your own! This one’s mine.”



Blaise looked at him in surprise. “Come on, Drake. What’s so important about that lighter? You never gave a damn about material possession.”



“It’s mine, Blaise. Do I need another other reason?” Draco slipped the lighter in his pocket. The look Draco gave Blaise told the other teenager to drop the subject or he would be seriously hurt.



“All right,” said Blaise holding his hand up in surrender. “All right. I give. You can have it. Where’s your father?”



“Out and I don’t care where,” said Draco. “I’m amazed your mother let you out.”



“She’s too busy pleasing her next husband. She wouldn’t miss me for a while.”



“How many is that for her?”



“Seven last I counted. I’m surprised Pansy isn’t here, making proper use of the time while your father is away.”



“Lucius would actually be proud if I brought a girl in my bed. He still thinks I’m sexually inactive.”



Blaise laughed. “Imagine his face if he knew otherwise.”



“And his face if he knew it wasn’t a girl I was sleeping with,” said Draco standing up and poured a glass of wine.



“Which reminds me, I would like to try dating Pansy.”



Draco shrugged. “Go ahead. I don’t care.”



Blaise smiled. “Well, you’re in a mood today. Still up for my offer?” And he lay back on the couch casually, but also let his shirt ride up his stomach. Draco noticed the position and turned away.



“No,” he said and Blaise really fell off the couch.



“Excuse me?! Since when did you pass up a good screw?”



“Since now. If you’ve still got a problem go down to the Snake Pit and find yourself a good whore.”



Getting off the couch Blaise walked over to the blonde and wrapped his arms around Draco’s shoulders. “I’d rather have you fix it,” he said and nibbled on Draco’s ear. Draco’s face went red with embarrassed rage. He told Blaise he didn’t want to have sex and the dark skinned teenager still insisted. Grabbing Blaise’s arms Draco slipped out easily, tripping Blaise as he did and made his friend land hard on the floor.



“What the hell….?!”



“I’m serious, Blaise. Leave me alone.” And he walked out of the room. Walking to the garage he grabbed a key from the rack in the chauffeur’s utility room, got in one of the many cars the Malfoy’s had, started the engine and drove out. If Lucius saw him driving a car on his own, his father would have had a fit. Malfoy’s are not supposed to drive their own cars. They had others do it for them. To Lucius, driving is a mundane task and never learned how. Draco, on the other hand, learned how to drive from their chauffeur and had gotten his license without Lucius knowing. Driving helped Draco to think when he was troubled over something.



Draco didn’t really know how long he was driving or where he was driving to when he finally parked his car he looked up at the plain white house of Sirius Black. The porch light was on and the downstairs window lights were on as well. The window was open to catch the cool breeze.



‘Well, I’m here now,’ he thought turning off the engine. Getting out of the car he went to the trunk too out the car cover and covered the car. Walking up to the porch he raised his hand to knock when he heard voices through the window.



“Going on another date?” came Potter’s voice through the window. “And right when I was making spaghetti.”



“Save me a plate, will you?” came Sirius’ voice.



“You’ve been dating for a year now. Why don’t you ask him to move in? After I graduate of course.”



‘Agent Black’s gay?’ thought Draco. ‘And Potter’s all right with it?’



“Because we want to make wild passionate sex with my godson down the hall,” said Sirius’ amused voice. Potter groaned.



“God, Sirius! Bad mental image! I didn’t need to even think of that!” Sirius booming laugh came through the screen and Potter joined in. “Well, whatever. Just make sure to bring my bike back in one piece.”



Sensing the end of the conversation Draco reached up and pounded on the door. Footfalls headed toward the door and it opened to a surprised Sirius in a black dress shirt and pants. At the sight of Draco Sirius smiled and turned inside the house.



“I owe you twenty bucks, Harry,” said Sirius. “You have a dinner guest.”



Potter walked into view and crossed his arms as he glared at Draco with a sarcastic amused look. “I knew you’d get out of trouble,” said Potter. “But I didn’t think you’d be here.”



“Neither did I,” said Draco. Sirius looked between then before walking out.



“Well, I’m off,” he said. “Try not to kill each other.” And he left, leaving the two teenagers looking at each other from across the living room.



“Where’s Agent Black off to?” asked Draco filling in the silence.



“A date,” said Harry turning around and returning to the kitchen. “I thought you’d stay home, considering how you hate me.”



“If Father wanted me he would have called me. He’s in warehouse seven right now.”



Potter looked up at him in surprise. “Warehouse seven? Why didn’t you tell Sirius?”



Draco leaned on the counter bar and crossed his arms. “Because, warehouse seven store the antiquities that are Riddles cover operation. Since your raid on his last drug operation he’s been keeping the houses secret till last minute.” He gave Potter an amused sneer. “Who’s he dating?”



Potter shot Draco a glare. “That’s none of your business,” he snapped before returning to the pasta sauce.



“Is it a guy?”



The spatula in Potter’s hand slid, making the tomato sauce, meat and spices fly. Some of the hot grease landed on Potter’s hand, but he ignored it and looked over at Draco with wide surprised eyes.



“What the hell are you talking about,” asked Potter still in surprise. Draco could tell from the sound of his voice that Potter was trying to cover up what he heard. “What gave you that idea?”



“I heard some of the conversation,” said Draco. Potter’s eyes flashed as he glared at the blonde. “I wasn’t eavesdropping. The windows were open and I happened to overhear.”



“It’s still called eavesdropping.” Potter washed the grease off his hand under cold water and took out two plates and began to serve the spaghetti. He also took out a salad and garlic bread. “Why are you here, anyway? You could be at s fancy restaurant eating snails or frog legs. Or screwing Parkinson’s brains out.”



“Oh, please. I wouldn’t touch her with a ten foot pole.” The look and sound of obvious disgust in Draco’s voice surprised Harry.



“I thought you two were dating,” he said handing Draco a plate.



“She thinks we’re dating,” said Draco picking up the parmesan Potter had set on the counter bar. “But I can assure you, we are not.”



“So who are you dating?” Potter sat across from Draco and sprinkled parmesan on his pasta.



“Despite popular opinion, I am not dating.”



Potter looked at him in confusion. “That’s a surprise. Every girl in Hogwarts would kill or the chance to date you, except Ginny, Hermione and Luna of course.”



“Of course, Lovegood’s dating Longbottom, Granger’s dating the Weasel, and you’re dating the Weaselete.”



Potter smirked. “Despite popular opinion, Ginny and I are not dating.”



That made Draco look at him in confusion this time. “Why not? You’re always together. Why aren’t you dating?”



“It was too much like dating my own sister.” Potter looked away ad out of the window. “And I was dealing with some problems.”



“Cedric Diggory?” asked Draco. Potter turned to him in shock. “You took his death the hardest. You two had been close that year.”



“We were…friends,” said Potter looking down at his plate.



“Just that?”



“Yes!” Potter looked up at Draco with a threatening glare, but Draco could see sadness behind his green eyes. Draco put down his fork with a soft click.



“I’m sorry,” he said. Potter was taken aback by the apology. Draco Malfoy never apologized.



“It’s all right,” said Potter. He wasn’t about to push on Draco apologizing. It probably took a lot out of his pride. “Curiosity is a natural human vice.”



Draco smirked. “You make it sound like a bad thing.”



Potter smiled back and both continued to eat, talking about school work and friends.



TBC