To Be Loved

In The Alleyway

Harry inhaled the fresh air as he made his journey to his job, as usual. He felt the breeze gently dance across his tired face. His sleep had been greatly bothered the previous night, by the choice he had to make. He had made his decision, though; as difficult as it was, he had made it.

His step was much quicker than it had been the day before; this decision had certainly lifted a great deal off his shoulders. He smiled to himself, thinking of what he knew the day would bring, he couldn't wait until lunch.

Now it must be ridiculously apparent that he indeed had chosen the Muggle named Thomas. And with this choice came the betrayal of his beloved Draco, whom he prayed would never know. But, Harry could not resist such a beautiful being, as Thomas was, who loved him so willingly. And he could no longer continue without touching, kissing, or shagging someone, Thomas or Draco, he did not care. He had to have sex, or he knew he would go mad. Life without sex, to him, was no life worth living. He didn't mind the pain he potentially could cause to the person he cared for most.

When he was at work he counted down the minutes before he would be released and be able to wonder over into Thomas's arms. How he longed for each second to pass. Each long minute was torture. Though, finally his round boss poked out from behind his office and announced, "Go to lunch, you have thirty minutes."

Harry's heart leaped. He immediately jumped to his feet and dashed out of the door. He ran across the street without even verifying if any vehicles could be passing; luckily, none were.

He shoved open the door to the café. He made his way up to Thomas who was in the back cleaning up someone's used cup. Disregarding Breanne, whom had said hello to him, he walked up to Thomas, and snaked his hands up his turned back, to his neck. Thomas was startled at the action, though, when he turned to find Harry beaming at him, he grinned back.

"Harry, you..."

Harry pressed his finger to Thomas's moving lips.

"Sh, I only have thirty minutes, let's go."

"Thirty minutes? Well, Harry, we can do plenty in that length of time, just one moment... Breanne," he called, "I'm taking off now!"

She eyed the two of them for a moment, but then showed her approval with a single nod.

"Follow me," Thomas said.

Thomas led Harry behind the café into a tiny alley that was very secluded.

They walked to the near end, where there were no doors leading from stores, and here Thomas unexpectedly turned and pushed Harry against a brick wall. He pinned Harry's arms to either side of him, then left them there to remain while his own hands ventured to the rest of Harry's body. Thomas pressed his lips to Harry's, passionately, and began to tear off his clothes. Harry removed an arm from his side, and caught Thomas's hand, though, and tore his lips from Thomas's.

"I don't think we should remove any apparel, I do need to get back to work after this."

"Yea, I guess you're right Harry, I really just don't want to dry hump, though."

"Well, we can still shag, just only pants, no shirts, and let's at least attempt to keep the pants clean."

Thomas giggled, "You're so cute when you talk."

"Am I?" said the flattered Harry.

Thomas answered by forcing his lips back on to Harry's. Harry gave no protest this time and the two continued to kiss in the alleyway.

Further down from them, near the street filled with Muggles, stood the silver haired young man, invisible to any who passed. Though, even though no one can truly know, one may infer that his face was contorted with deep anguish.

He removed his invisibility cloak, in broad daylight, in front of dozens of Muggles, but he did not care if he were seen. Tears, surprisingly, were not streaming from his eyes. His face was not filled with pain. He was calm, rather, too serene.

He walked away from the scene, not able to bear anymore of that sight. He continued to walk, until he reached a rural area, with no apparent Muggles. It was then that out of almost no where there was a gigantically loud bang followed by screeching of brakes, and before the pale young man appeared the Knight Bus. The door burst open and out came a disgusting young man, with a massive amount of pimples across his entire body.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency...," he stopped when he saw who his passenger was. "Hello, Mr. Draco Malfoy," he glumly stated. "Back so soon?" He appeared to truly despise the boy, as most did.

"Shut up, um... Ned is it?"

"It's Stan sir, Stan Shunpike."

"Do I look like I give a shit? Just take me to my seat, I don't feel like putting up with all of this bull."

"Righ' away, sir," he said through his clenched teeth.

Stan led the rear area on the bus, and here there was a small door, that not many have seen before. Stan unlocked the door and allowed Draco inside, and in this room there was a bed. Though, this bed was not like all the rest, it was large and embellished with brilliant red silk sheets. The pillows were plump and soft, and a red silk covering was over them as well.

"Is it to your standards, sir?"

Draco sighed. "No, but it will do."

As stated previously, Draco is a snob.

Stan scowled at him as he left.

Draco fell onto the bed with a cold glare, attempting to forget all that had happened that day. He hated Harry, but he did not want to dwell on the betrayal, he felt cold to it, apathy took over his body. He felt nothing, pure nothing. And it was bliss.