Acid Pop Junkies

Chapter 2-- Dracopolis, Population- 0006

    Who wants the sinner

    Coming round for dinner

    Who needs effects

    Who needs to pay for sex

    When they drop the bomb?

    Who will stay calm

    Blood would spill

    Who would you kill?

    This revolution

    Has just begun

                -Evolution Revolution Love-Tricky

    Six hours. Six long, torturous hours.

    That's how long Draco had been sitting in the cluttered office of the supposedly late Albus Dumbledore with Harry Potter. Draco would have had a good laugh about that, had he not been so damned hungry.

    The little ponce ran up here saying he had to find Hermione. God forbid he would listen to me when I told the shitter no one was here. And then the Boy Who Lived, the boy who stood up to the strongest Dark wizard of all time, started sobbing like a baby. It was quite pathetic. You can bet your gold I didn't carry on like a great dirty lump. Sure it was sort of sad, but honestly, I got over it and my parents were still alive before it happened.

    The only loss Draco could think of was the miniscule possibility that there may not be any other survivors. Especially women. But he tried to think of that as little as possible. His mind had already begun to plan for the future that seemed to be smashing towards him as fast as a raging Hippogriff. He could only think of getting away from the bloody castle. He was sick of looking at the vacant paintings. That bothered him most of all. It was so creepy, like someone just decided the wanted to paint an empty chair or ballroom.

    Of course Draco left the office to explore as much as possible. He had covered most of the castle, searching for anyone else, but he still had some spots to cover, even if there was practically no hope. He found himself coming back to the office subconsciously. He just needed to make sure nothing changed.

    However he was now back in the office and the little crybaby was still sulking, so Draco decided another expedition was necessary. He racked his brains for a minute. Aha! I haven't gone to the kitchens yet and I'm just about ready to eat a unicorn.

    He began to walk down the staircase cheerfully. Suddenly he stopped cold. Oh Bollocks! I don't know how to get into the kitchens!

    He turned hesitantly back up the stairs and stopped at the slumped figure of Potter. His body heaved disgustingly in time with his miserable sobs. Draco kicked him once. Not too hard, but enough to stir him.

    "Sorry to interrupt your brooding, but I'm hungry and er... have been deprived of how to get into the kitchens. Tell me, there may be a roll in it for you."

    Harry lifted his face which was deathly pale and streaked with tears.

    "Don't you even care?" Harry managed to sputter. Draco sighed,

    "If I say yes will you tell me how to get into the kitchens?"

    Harry let out a dry sob and something that sounded like a snort.

    "Tickle the pear. In the painting of fruit."

    "Right, I'm off then." Draco walked off.

    He sauntered down the empty corridors. I'm not going to stop eating until I can't get up. He thought to himself blissfully. A high pitched wailing noise discontinued his pleasant thoughts. He cocked his head slightly so he could hear more clearly.

    "Hellloooo.. I took a wrong turn somewhere outside.. That doesn't make any sense."

    Draco recognized the owner of that whiny voice.

    "Haarrryyy?" It cried.

    There was no doubt, it was Pollocks Rocket, American git and an annoyance to all.

    "Anyone?" the American boy called out weakly. Draco heard him sniffle.

    "If that hallway is perpendicular to the center point of the school," Pollocks Rocket said to himself a second later. "And the area of the grounds is proportional to the perimeter of the school.. then I should be exactly.. lost. Helllppp!!"

    Draco smirked and turned the corner, stepping in front of Pollocks.

    "And the angle of the dangle is adversely proportional to the heat of the beat," Draco drawled flawlessly.

    Pollocks' eyes doubled in size and he turned and started to run. Draco ran after him and caught up two corridors later. Pollocks collapsed against a wall.

    "Ohhh my asthma..." He wailed.

    "Shut up a minute," Draco snapped. "As much as I hate that you're not a girl, you have to come with me." Pollocks went from scared to terrified. "Oh shit, that didn't sound good," Draco said. "Just come."

    Draco pushed the boy to get him to move. He brought Pollocks up to Dumbledore's office for what he hoped was the last time. Harry was still on the floor, but this time his legs were splayed out in front of him and his head was bowed.

    "Here, I found this in the halls. I'm leaving. Good riddance."

    Harry's head stayed motionless for a few seconds and then snapped upward.

    "You can't." He said roughly.

    Draco stopped right in the door frame, feeling the rage building up and roaring mercilessly in his ears.

    "My ears must be deceiving me, Potter, because I just thought I heard you forbid me." Draco snarled. Harry looked like he was trying to make a choice. However, it didn't take him too long to decide, Harry was experienced in internal struggles.

    "Please don't leave, Malfoy. " Harry added through gritted teeth. He sighed.

    "Malfoy, the only reason I want you to stay is because we have to stay together. I don't like it any more than you do, but if me separate we might not survive. And yes, it seems like it doesn't make much sense right now, but believe me it does. And since I can't explain it to you in full, let me just say this, we all have er... skills. Different one mind you, and to rebuild society we have to use all of them." Nobody spoke for a whole minute. Draco had tuned out somewhere in the middle of that speech, but he got the gist.

    "All right Potter," Draco drawled. "I'm going to do something I've never done in my life. Compromise. That's right. I stay with you until we've found two other survivors. Women survivors. I'll keep one and go my own way and you can have the other so that I can go start my own beautiful civilization where no one thinks your the greatest thing since Floo powder." He finished with a smirk.

    "Uhhh, what about me?" Pollocks whimpered. He was ignored. Harry stood up wearily.

    "Okay Malfoy, I accept the compromise." He held out a hand to finalize it. Draco sneered down at his palm.

    "We have to get out of this stinking room." With that he turned and strode down the steps. Harry reddened severely and lowered his arm. A moment later Harry motioned to Pollocks to follow.

    "I want a girl too..." Pollocks muttered as he walked down the stairs.

    The three boys walked across Hogwarts grounds and into Hogsmeade village. When they passed Hagrid's little shit shack Draco thought Harry might start blubbering again. Luckily he seemed to have recovered, or at least he acted that way.

    They met in the village square.

    Harry looked grim.

    "We have to search every building and shop. There could be someone hiding. And remember we have to stay together."

    "How could I forget," Draco said. Pollocks was still fearful.

    "I don't get it. If everyone's dead, why aren't there any bodies?"

    Potter had obviously explained to him what had happened. His eyes were rimmed red. No one answered. Draco was especially reluctant to discuss that topic.

    Their first stop was Honeydukes. Draco was grateful for that, he was starving. They opened the doors silently and went in. The first room appeared to be empty. Draco scooped out a handful of chocolate and ate it ravenously. The others didn't touch anything.     As they rounded the corner, Draco dropped all his chocolate with shock.

    Sitting in the middle of the room in a cushioned chair was a girl in extremely decadent clothing eating candy with sparkling rings on every finger.

    "Malia!?" Draco practically shouted.

    She whipped her head around to look at them. It was definitely her. The one green eye and one blue offered no other possibility. Her expression was one of wide eyed curiosity.

    "Oh, hullo."

    The boys walked up to her. Upon closer inspection Draco could see that her lips were stained red from eating so much cherry and cinnamon candy. She lacked the tell tale red rings around her eyes. She was wearing deep green leather boots along with a full length leather coat and some other obviously stolen designer clothing. Harry approached her cautiously.

    "Uh, Malia do you have any idea what's happened?" She looked at him in mock sweetness.

    "No, I was hoping you could tell me dear."

    "Well..." Harry began; Draco was just glad he didn't have to break the news. "It turns out, apparently everyone on earth is dead, except us." And he shrugged as if to say that was the lightest way of putting it. At first Malia had no reaction and then tears rolled silently down her face and the sobbing began. The boys stared down at their feet awkwardly except for Draco who nudged Pollocks and whispered,

    "Check it out, she's even hot when she mourns." Pollocks only stood there looking horrified.

    Finally Harry stepped up.

    "It's all right, everything will turn out all right." He said as he patted her back, looking extremely uncomfortable.

    Malia lifted her crimson head.

    "N-no it's not. I have to have sex with one of you!"

    Now none of them could help it, they all flushed bright pink. They waited for Malia to pull herself together and they left Honeydukes. Draco had to brief her on what had happened and what they were going to do, taking care to leave out the part about him taking a woman. She seemed to take it half well after the initial shock. He didn't know if she was close to her parents or if she had any ties at all. It made him nervous how everyone seemed to be coping a little too well.

    They checked Zonko's and few other boring shops until the creaking of a door stopped them dead in the street. They looked around wildly. The sound seemed to be coming from The Three Broomsticks.

    A teenage figure staggered out the door. Draco squinted, trying to see who it was.

    "Dante!" Malia shouted in the figure's direction.

    Dante was unmistakably drunk. He wore a shining gold crown on his dark red hair and held a bottle in one hand and was swinging a large sword in the other. Harry gave a gasp of surprise. Draco noticed what had shocked him and laughed.

    Dante was waving Godric Gryffindor's sword around. The group surrounded him in a matter of seconds.

    Dante looked around blearily and finally fixed his gaze on Malia, or rather Malia's chest.

    "Hullo Malia! That's funny, I remember you wearing less clothes..." He said drunkenly.

    "Charming." Harry said sarcastically. Dante almost tumbled over and let Draco and Malia support him. "Unhand me filthy peasants, or suffer the wrath of a king! Wench! I desire my frothy brew! "Dante yelled at them, but made no resistance while they held him up. Harry eased the sword out of his hand. He handed it to Pollocks who took it nervously and looked like an idiot holding the hilt with both hands. Again, Harry took command. This annoyed Draco more than he could say. Especially because Harry looked more hopeless than commanding. Probably because he was looking for his friends and kept finding Slytherins.

    "Ok, we're going to look in as many shops as we can before it's dark and then we head back to the castle to sleep."

    They walked along as briskly as possible with Dante in their hands. He tripped once and cursed a blue streak. The next stop was the post-office. They opened the door with less caution than they had started with, but some still jumped when the little bell attached to the door rang. They trudged in and searched the building methodically. It hadn't took them long since some of them had gotten used to the chore and soon they were down to their last room. The back room was the worst. It was cluttered with old mail and parcels wall to wall. There were great heaps of it in some parts of the room. Suddenly dry racking sobs could be heard from behind a pile of junk mail. They all looked at each other, silently asking one another to go have a look. Harry went first and the rest followed. Draco almost expected what he saw.

    It was Hermione Granger, her knees pressed tight to her chest, rocking back and forth slowly. Harry ran to her in an emotional state. They both had a good cry, Harry stroking her big huge mane of hair and her clutching at his shirt as if she would never let go. No one moved until Harry lifted her to her feet. He looked up, determined and said,

    "We have to keep moving."