Addicted to Addiction

Chapter one.

Light. It hurts my unopened eyes. When I open them it will hurt even more. Slowly, I remove the sheets and I strain my ears, hoping to hear a welcome sound; but, of course, none came, unless Neville's snoring could be considered a pleasant sound. I touched the floor with my bare feet, and a cold shiver stabbed through my body. I looked at Ron, curled up in his sheets, his face looking pained. He was probably dreaming about some big spiders. Poor boy; and I thought I was the only one with nightmares.

If you could see our dormitory right now, you probably would freak out. Books, pieces of parchment, clothes, shoes, and some things you definitely don't even want to know about are spread everywhere. Maybe it is just because we are teenage boys with too many hormones? Nah, let's just say we're going through some very tough times.

Just look at Seamus. If Ron were awake he would kill him. Why? Well, let's say a certain red-haired-girl is lying in his bed. No prizes for guessing who. And I thought she was still in love with me. I thought wrong, apparently. I always think wrong. Maybe I should just stop thinking, and just doing it, I mean doing things. Wait. That's what I always do.

"Harry, is that you?" Oh look, the red-haired-girl is awake. It's a shame that I'm angry with her. And the best part? I don't even know why.

"Good morning, Gin, you'd better leave our dormitory before Ron wakes up," I said softly, so as not to awaken anyone.

"He... yeah, could you please forget to mention this to him?" I think she had drunk too much; her face was all swollen up, not to mention her eyes. I wonder what Seamus had done to her. No, on second thought, I don't wonder. I don't even want to know.

"No, of course I won't." Though, he will force me, and eventually I'm the one who's begging to tell nothing to her. Yeah, well, that's life.

"Thanks, umm... do you know where my panties are?" She is a girl, has just woken up, and she definitely does not belong here; but that doesn't seem enough reason for her not to ask me where her clothes are. Hell, I can't even find my own!

"No Gin, I don't know where your pan-" Wait a minute! Isn't she wearing those? Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, I better leave.

"Uh...well, I'm heading to breakfast. See you there."

"You really don't know where it is? Not even my bra?" Oh boy, oh boy!

I actually snuck out off the Gryffindor common room. This is amazing. I am the first one up this morning; that has never happened before!

This is going to be a beautiful day: the weather is fine, and I have just a few lessons. The only thing that stops me from enjoying the beginning of it is the fact that I have placed a bet...with Malfoy.

For now I can be myself, but when the day really begins I have to be someone else. Maybe it wouldn't be so hard, but being like Malfoy is hard. I hope it won't affect any people, surely not my friends. But then again, why wouldn't it? This is maybe the only way to prove that I do not connect myself to everybody, and certainly not too soon.

When I reached the Great-Hall, I saw Crabbe and Goyle sitting and eating alone (that means without Malfoy, their pride and joy) at the Slytherin house table. I wonder if Malfoy is still asleep. Well, I hoped he was; that way I could begin with my little act just a little later.

~*~*~

"Draco Malfoy, get the hell out of your bed!"

'It is way too early in the morning for Blaise to be able to speak,' thought Draco. "Mmm..."

"You should dress, or you will miss breakfast." He opened the curtains of Draco's bed that stood opposite to his one.

"Hmm..."

"Dray! Get out you lazy git!"

"Mmmh!"

"Now where are my socks?!" Some things were thrown on the ground, not that Draco cared. He only shrugged and turned around to face the empty beds on the other side of the room.

"Mmh?"

"No I already have looked under my bed. They're not there!"

"Mm..."

"Oh.... look what I found!" Blaise stood against Draco's bed with his hands on his hips. He felt rather ignored. "A long lost cigarette with some of your favourite stuff in it!" He smiled when he got a reaction from his ('friend') fellow-Hogwarts-student.

"What?! Where?! Oh god, give it to me! Give it to me!" If there was one way to get Draco out of bed, this was it. Contrary to public opinion, Draco did not look one hundred percent perfect in the morning. He and Blaise had had a long night.

"So you're awake?"

"No! Yes! Now where is it?!" Draco's eyes scanned Blaise's body.

"Gone. I smoked it up yesterday-eve. When you fell unconscious...er... I mean: asleep."

"WHAT! BLAISE! Why?! Why?!" Draco scowled at Blaise. And you know how Malfoy's scowls can look. Can you picture it? Good, then I think I've said enough.

"Hey babe, sorry."

"You'd better be!"

"Now dress yourself and please do your hair, you look like a baby." Not that babies have so much hair, but Draco's hair was all messed up, making him look rather adorable, not that anyone would ever dare to tell him that, and covered his face, just letting you see his icy eyes.

"No, Daddy Blaise, my head is spinning."

"Because you smoked too much." The covers were pulled away from Draco's body, which made him shiver from the coldness of the room. And that made his arguing even tighter.

"No, I did not."

"Yes, you did."

"No, I did not!"

"Yes, you did."

"No!"

"Yes." Why is it that Blaise is always the one who stays calm?

"No!"

"Well, yes!"

"Well...Nooooo!"

"Yes! You smoked five of them! Five!" He held up his hand and pushed Draco with the other.

"So? That's not 'much'."

"Yes it is!"

"No it's not!"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!"

"No, no, no, no!" Draco pulled his knees up to his chest defensively.

Blaise put the bed sheets over Draco's head. This caused some more screaming, then Draco was already doing, and that caused Draco was to lose his balance and fall on the floor.

"You saw goblins in your bed!"

"So? I have a nice bed. Everybody wants to sleep in it," said Draco, confidently glaring at Blaise from the floor.

"No they don't."

"Yes they do!"

"No! I know lots of people who don't want to sleep in your bed!" Draco looked confused at Blaise.

"Yeah? Who, then?"

"For example: Me."

"That's absurd; you've slept in my bed lots of times."

"Snape."

"Haha mmm...oh?"

"Okay! Scrap that one!"

"I thought so."

"Potter..."

"Mmm...you think?"

"No, scrap that one too."

"Good."

"Dray, you're not gay, are you?"

"Why not?" Blaise's face turned red, trying not to think of Draco linking boys more than the tons of girls he'd already dated. He always pictured Draco as a women-killer, and sure, he found that Draco was 'attractive' but not in the way he found girls attractive, now did he?

There was a silence with the two looking confused at each other, but Draco found it rather amusing to see his friend like that, but on the other hand he didn't want to think about the way his father would react to his 'preference' for the same sex, not that Draco did prefer boys to girls, or, hell, he wasn't quite sure.

"Oh never mind. No I'm not. Yet."

"What?"

"Maybe I am."

"How?"

"Just kidding, Blaise! I thought by the look on your face you would die any second! Now go on..."

"Right...and some more people. I think I have to sit down." When Blaise had settled down on Draco's bed silence felt over the two of them again. But not long after that Draco sighed and broke the silence with his voice.

"Blaise? Do you think I'm attractive?"

"Dray you smoked way too much!"

"Aarggh! Don't start again! Now answer me."

"Yes I think you are. With your hair loose though." He pointed at Draco's face.

"Really? Ah well, it runs in the family."

"Yeah whatever. I'm starving." Blaise stood up and looked out of the dormitory. Only his feet still couldn't follow his eyes so he turned his gaze on Draco who was trying to put his clothes on. What a sight...

"Then let's go." Draco gripped his pants from under Blaise's bed, having no idea how they got there, and started to put them on.

"Good idea. Say, Dray?"

"Yes, Blaise?"

"Shall we get ourselves some more stuff?"

"How?" Only Draco got stuck in one trouser leg and was now hopping through the whole Slytherin dormitory.

"Ask your father."

"Hell no!"

"Why?"

"Why? He would kill me if he found out!"

"Then we go by our selves."

"Yeah, better this weekend."

"Alright, now come with me if you're done." Blaise was getting even more frustrated to see Draco hopping like the child he was.

"I'm coming, I'm coming. Just a minute. Say, where are my bloody bodyguards?"

"Same as usual. They were hungry. You can't blame them, can you?"

"I guess you're right."

"I'm always right."

"No, you're not!"

"Yes I am!"

"You said I could not be 'cute' to people, but I could and still can. So: NO!" Now the blond was trying to put his black shoes on, and defiantly not thinking about the way he was kneeling in front of Blaise, a boy.

"Not 'cute'! 'Friendly', Dray." Blaise said, sneering down on Draco.

"I like cute better."

"Humph..."

"Though, I wonder..." he cocked his head upwards to look in the brown-coloured eyes of Blaise. Why did he suddenly realise how brown his eyes were? But he snapped out of his gaze and fixed his eyes on Blaise's mouth, which moved when he spoke.

"What?" Delicious pink-coloured lips... He shook his head, trying to bring the blood back down and not to his head.

"Do you remember the bet I'd made with Potty?"

"Of course I do."

"Well he is me now, isn't he?"

"Trying to be, yes I think he is."

"I can't wait to see him."

"You never can." Draco stopped for a minute to release his fingers from his bootlaces. Then to recover his position and to snap at the other boy, why did he just have to say that?

"Aah! Yes I can!"

"No you can't!"

"BLAISE, STOP ARGUING! I'm always right because I'm a Malfoy, remember? And my head hurts like it got hit with a Bludger, so just DROP it. Either give me some real good stuff or leave me ALONE! And GO, LEAVE! And, and..."

"Feel better?"

"Yes. Sorry."

"I know you are."

"Don't!"

"Okay, okay. Now please come."

"Are you begging me?"

"DRAY, I'M LEAVING!"

"Hey! Don't yell at me!"

"Aahhh!" Blaise pulled Draco outside, heading to breakfast, taking Draco's thoughts somewhere else, at least the blond hoped it would.

~*~*~

"Hey Harry, you're up early." Seamus slid down next to me at the breakfast table. I just couldn't find the energy to say 'Hi' or 'Good morning' to him. If I looked up into his eyes I probably would see him and Ginny making out in our dormitory, where I was sleeping. I can make it even worse: where Ron, her brother, was sleeping. How disgusting is that? Maybe I should ask if he slept well. But that would be too mean, wouldn't it? Hey...I get it. It would be very mean.

"Hey, Seamus. You're looking rather tired."

"Yeah, I know. I just could not finish that potion project. I really needed some help with it."

"Oh yeah I know what you mean. I have problems with that too, but I've already asked somebody to help me with it."

"Yeah, Hermoine?"

"No, she would not sleep with me even I were Robbie Williams."

"Uh....that was not the help I meant, Harry..."

"But it was the help you got; it was just from a red-haired girl."

"Oh...er-" I cut him off before he could restrain his words. "-I hope you make it all clear to Snape in your essay, we won't want him to go looking for some panties and bras, now do we?"

I know it was not that mean or friendly. It was just something Seamus didn't expect from me. He left the table with an 'excuse', that he had forgotten his Charms books, and made his way out with a red face, that matched perfectly with the hair of his 'lover'. The feeling I received from this was strange, very strange. It was the same that I felt when I had a fight with Malfoy last year, when he insulted the Weasley family and my mother after Quidditch match. It felt so good to hurt him and it felt so good to make a remark at Seamus for something he and Ginny both had wanted. And that makes me a different person. Not the Harry I knew for at least six years, but the Harry I have found in one stupid little bet with my archenemy. I don't know who I like better. But I know there will be a chance that I will enjoy this bet more then I planned to.

I was so involved in my thoughts that I didn't notice two people heading to the Slytherin table, or that one of those people stopped before me.

"So Scar-face has finally left his two sidekicks behind?" Well, speak of the devil. Here he stood. No, the servant-wannabe-devil. What was I thinking about again?

"Yes, at least I can make end on things." I can't believe I have said that. I can't be-

"Oh touching, Potty. But what exactly do you mean by 'end on things'. Not your sex-life, is it?" Malfoy leaned against the wooden table, sneering at his own words. There were dark rings under his eyes. He probably didn't sleep well. Not that I'm concerned. At all.

"Is that the only thing you can come up with?"

"At the moment, yes." When Malfoy didn't get a response from me, he waited for a minute to continue speaking.

"So, Potty, my little savoir, is everything alright?" He seated himself opposite to me and scooped his hands under his chin. That was not the attitude I had expected of Malfoy, but it suited him well.

"Why would you care?" I asked suspiciously.

Malfoy smirked and sighed.

"Cause, my dear boy, being me today is going to be very tough."

"Well if you get the hell out of my way it's going to be very pleasant."

"Oh but don't forget our bet."

"I certainly do not, ferret." Malfoy's eyes widen at my words and he barely could control his anger, but of course, Malfoy's didn't want to lose. He swallowed hard and raised a big-sarcasm-smile on his face.

"I will not fight back because that's exactly how you are and what you want at the moment."

How mature.

"I'll win and then you'll see...oh yes... you will see, Potter." He strode away and left a handprint of sweat behind on the table. I watched how it slowly disappeared. And when it had left me and my breakfast, I knew it had begun. How am I supposed to do this?