Helter Skelter

ALIBI

"Harry I need you to do me a favor."

"Maybe."

"I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend."

"Ginny I thought you were over-"

"I said pretend."

"Why?"

"I need you as an...alibi."

"What's going on?"

"I'm going with Blaise."

"You're mad."

Blaise is bad news.

But who am I to say what she does...

"I think you're mad to do it."

"Maybe. However, I'm sixteen, and have no control over who I want to be with."

"Too true."

"Hey!"

"What will I have to do?"

"Like I said, alibi. When I'm on a date with Blaise, you will tell everyone I was with you."

"This is not a good idea."

"It will give you lots of time to do your homework."

"Thanks."

"Please, you're the only one I can trust."

"Fine!"

"I'm meeting him in an hour. I think you should come, so we can discuss times and such."

"You owe me."

"Thanks.

"What ever."

First Date

Draco knows that boredom is self-inflicted, knows deep down that Blaise will eventually have to come back.

But it had only been fifteen minutes for fuck's sake!

If the girl Weasley wasn't so scared of her brother this wouldn't be happening.

Draco hates Ron.

Interrogation of Potter is the only way to go from here.

Draco stands up from his spot on the grass and leans against the tree they were sitting under.

"What did you do this summer?"

"Went to the Weasley's. London."

"Enjoy?"

For an answer Harry pulled out a smoke.

"When did you start smoking?"

"Fifth year, summer."

"Why?"

"Bet with Fred."*

"How'd you loose prefect?"

"Bet with Fred had bad repercussions."

"Why'd you sit in my compartment in the train to school?"

"It was quiet."

Harry stands up and starts pacing.

"Why didn't you start a fight with me when I insulted you?"

"Would you rather I hit you?"

"No, obviously. I'm not a masochist."

...

"So why didn't you hit me?"

"I don't feel like fighting with you anymore."

Typical.

"Why the fuck not? It's what we do best. It's what we know."

"I'm bored with what I know."

In his pacing Harry has slowly come close and closer to Draco.

"So I suppose now you would be interested in what you don't know."

Harry stopped directly in front of Draco.

"Exactly"

Draco tenses as Harry comes closer, not bothering to ask himself why he wants Potter closer.

Only knowing that he does.

"For example?" Draco whispers.

He doesn't respond

He hears Ginny's laugh coming from behind the trees.

Harry jumps backwards, a second later Blaise and Ginny appear.

"Ginny let's go. I have Quidditch in fifteen minutes and I need find my gloves.

Bye Potter...

*How smoking came to be

It was rather funny really, how Harry Potter became a smoker. It had been winter break in sixth year and Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny had decided to go have lunch with Fred and George at one of the cafes in the village by the Burrow. One thing came to another and they ended up playing truth or dare. During the game Harry had, not so sneakily, been eyeing a girl smoking outside the cafe. George noticed and with a wicked smile dared Harry to bum a smoke off her and ask her out. To everyone's surprise he did it. The girl thought he was cute, seeing that he had obviously had never smoked anything in his life, and decided to take him out for a coffee. But she had kept feeding Harry smokes and bye the time they had finished their coffees and exhausted their conversation the girl left, leaving Harry feeling sick, full of smoke. When he got back to the house he had everyone laugh at him when he told them why he was so sick. He swore to himself never to have another fag but when, three days later, he walked passed a general store in the village by Ron' s he couldn't help himself. The thing was, they calmed his thoughts down a bit. They only thing that would without resorting to becoming a junkie.

Lies

Apparently Potter is a liar.

For a while I was thinking that he had forgotten our past fights.

My shoulder is going to have a huge bruise.

Well better that then my face.

I suppose I should admit that it was my fault.

I made fun of a picture of him in the Style section of the Daily Prophet.

It showed him outside Gringrottes and had an enlarged bit, showing the brand of cigarettes in his hand.

It must have been taken in the summer.

You could tell that he didn't pose for it.

I still had to make fun of him though.

Something's never change I guess.

Take that Potter.

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Harry glares at his knuckles, bruised from hitting Malfoy's bony shoulder.

He remembers a time when the bruises were familiar, along with the feeling of hitting Malfoy's flesh.

Yesterday the hit had seemed awkward.

He thinks he probably shouldn't have hit him.

Yesterday he said he wouldn't, ever.

The press was really getting to him.

Their hero.

If they knew...knew what he did, the sacrifices.

He still isn't sure if it was worth it.

He glances out side, the mid afternoon sun burning into his eyes, forcing him to look back to his potions essay.

He is getting restless, waiting for Ginny.

He hates to sit still for such a long time.

When she comes down from her dorm he gets up and heads for the portrait hole.

"Where are you two going?"

None of your business Hermione.

"Walk."

The Fat Lady's portrait closes behind them.

As they step outside, Harry searches in his pocket for his metal case, containing his cigarettes.

He pulls the last one out and walked towards the forested edge of the lake.

Even though it is late September, the days have been incredibly hot. He sits on the long grass leaning against a large boulder.

Ginny just stands, waiting.

He has just gotten relaxed when he hears the familiar voices of Draco Malfoy and Blaise to his right.

Ginny and Blaise walk further into the trees giggling.

"I'm never going to get rid of you am I Potter."

"I sup-" but Harry's reply is cut off and he turns and looks at Malfoy, seeing his hair glinting in the sunlight.

Memories, into his head.

Couldn't escape them.

Blond hair, a cruel sneer, pain...

Draco stares in horror as Potter stares back at him with petrified eyes, seeing something only he could see.

Draco has seen this happen to others before.

Flashbacks.

He knows that anything can set them off, for a person who has been through a traumatizing experience.

All the people around him are traumatized.

As he waits for Potter to snap out of it, he vaguely wonders what had triggered this particular flashback.

Draco is forced to move a second later when Potter starts to scratch at his arms; hard enough to scrape away skin.

Draco jumps forward and wraps his fingers around Potter's thin wrists.

As soon as Draco touches him, Potter shudders and seems to come back to reality.

His eyes focus on Draco's, then lower.

Harry lets out a sob but there are no tears.

His arms are limp in Draco's hand.

Draco is at a loss as of what to do.

He doesn't have a chance to decide what to do because Potter is speaking to him

"..can let go now, I'm sorry for doing that in front you."

"It was hardly your fault Potter."

...

"What set if off?"

"Your hair. Blonde."

Draco wonders if it was his hair Harry saw in the flashback or his father's.

He hoped it was his father's, that Potter wasn't thinking about him while trying to scratch his skin off.

He hopes so much that he asks Potter.

"Who's hair did you see in the flashback?"

"Not yours."

"Good."

They sit in silence for a few minutes, watching some seventh year's wade at the shore of the lake, throwing some type of food at the giant squid, nearer the school.

Harry ponders why Draco had said 'good.'

Just as Draco thinks he might like to follow the seventh years, Potter starts to pull of his shoes and socks and rolls up his pant bottoms.

Potter doesn't look surprised as Draco starts to do the same.

They walk into the water at the same time, half a meter apart.

They wince together as their feet pressed into the rocky bottom of the lake.

They walk along the shore away from the school, Draco in front, Potter behind.

They talk very little, but Draco doesn't mind.

He did mind however when his backside is suddenly soaked.

He turns around to see Potter smirking at him.

Draco kicks water back.

Potter tries to avoid the water but moves to fast and ends up slipping, at the same time kicking Draco's leg from underneath him, making him fall forward.

As water drips into his eyes from his soaking hair, Draco finds him self on top of an equally soaked Potter, who is gasping for air. Draco guesses the wind must have gotten knocked out of him.

Draco stares at Potter's face, smirking.

However the smirk fades as he looks at Potter's eyes.

He's suddenly became acutely aware of the body that was underneath him.

He gasps as Potter's chest and hips rise, then fell again with each heaving breath.

It takes all his concentration not to move in response.

Harry, on the other hand, is not concentrating on Draco's body. Rather, he is concentrating on water.

A specific drop of water.

That is now traveling towards Draco's lips.

As the drop hits them, Draco licks it away.

Harry unconsciously licks his own lips.

At that moment Draco loses his control and thrusts his hips down on Harry's.

Harry forgots all about water.

The gasp of pleasure that issues from Draco's lips brings Harry back to reality.

He pushes Draco off, forcefully.

They stand simultaneously.

Staring at each other.

They stand for ages.

The sun slowly sinks.

Lips turn blue and again a sound from Draco brings Harry back to reality.

This time it was the chatter of teeth.

Without taking his eyes off Draco, Harry loudly calls out towards where Ginny and Blaise had gone.

Three minutes later Blaise and Ginny come into sight, walking slowly hand in hand.

Harry slowly walks out of the water towards his and Malfoy's shoes. He wonders if he should feel guilty or maybe dirty for that instant with Malfoy.

He decides he doesn't care what he should feel.

He turns to Ginny, who was looking tired.

"Want a ride up to the castle?"

Ginny winces at the sight of Harry's wet clothes, but decides she was too tired to care.

She smiles, nods, and climbs onto Harry's back.

As her head rests on his shoulder, Harry wishes they could have just been together like everyone thought they were.

He wishes that the feeling of her breath on his ear would give him the same sensation that it would have if it were Draco.

He wishes the feeling of her legs wrapped around his waist could give him the same feelings as Draco's hips grinding against his.

Draco silently curses silence.

Silence that so easily breaks.

First a gasp, then the chatter of teeth.

He decides that by the next time he was with Potter, he would have charmed an object to play whatever music he wants.

That way Potter will not be able to snap back into reality by slight noises.

Blaise stares at Ginny and Potter then turns to Draco who is also staring at them.

He has a strange look in his eyes.

"What's up?"

"Infinity you idiot. Blaise, it's time for me to work on my charms."

"Oh."

"And tonight you are going to shave my hair off."

"I'm never giving you LSD again mate. It's seriously fucked you up."

"No, it's small noises that have fucked me up."

"You know, sometimes a person can get stuck with LSD. They just never come out of it. Even on the first-"

"Shut up Blaise."

Goodbye Pretty Golden Locks

He stares at his reflection.

Malfoy. Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy!

Over and over in his head until the name no longer make sense.

Just as all words do when you think too much about them too much.

His hair was long, below his ears.

He could tie it back like his father used to.

His dead father.

Lucius, Lucius, Lucius...

He was no longer like his father.

He had tried so hard to live up to the name, but it wouldn't come, he had failed.

He was glad.

Draco runs his fingers through his hair one last time and whispers, "Do it."

Blaise shakes his head.

Not approving.

Taking a deep breath he runs the blade over Draco's scull.

Silver blond hair floating to the floor.

He makes the same motion many times over, before he can see the pale globe that is Draco's head, devoid of all hair.

Draco slowly opens his eyes and looks into the mirror.

It doesn't look that bad he supposed.

It was better then how it had been before.

No Malfoy had done this before.

Had never wanted to.

Draco enjoys this novelty.

"Thanks"

"Good thing your head isn't lumpy."

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Ginny is playing chess with Harry when she hears the knock on the common room door.

She glances at her watch.

"They're late."

"I know."

"Can you get them, I'm really comfortable."

"Fine."

Harry actually lets out a yell when he sees Draco.

"Bloody hell!"

Ginny quckly looks up to see what had gotten Harry all excited and then lets out a small yell herself when she sees Malfoy's hair.

Or rather, the absence of it.

"What do you think?" asked Blaise.

He knows that although Draco wants to know their opinions, he's much too proud to ask.

Typical.

"Well it looks way better then the gel thing you had going."

Ha, ha.

"You look way better then better. You look sexy."

"Ginny!"

Both Harry and Blaise.

Draco just smirks.

Not even a blush.

He was busy counting looks of shock.

Five including Weasley and Potter.

They had passed a trio of third years on the way up.

"Why'd you do it?" asked Harry, thinking about the flashback.

He shudders slightly.

"It's part of his rebellion against the Malfoy name, or so he says."

"There's never been a bald person in my family. It's against the rules. You have to use spells to grow it back if it falls out or anything."

"Rules? I can see the motivation behind the rebellion."

Draco nods.

"Anyway. Lets go."