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A Song Unsung	By : Serenitas Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 17697 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Patience is a virtue and it has paid off for here is the much awaited Chapter 14 of A Song Unsung. I would like to give special kudos and thanks to my fantastic betas Keshu and Sherdelune. Without their feedback this chapter would still be in the planning stages. I am JK Rowling, I believe in slash and the H/D pairing and give my blessing to anyone who wants to slash these two together. (*coughs*)

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Can't seem to recognize that stare behind those eyes.

Who is this man I see who's looking back at me?

Can't focus through the pain, and I am fading into nothing.

The reflection must get clearer.

- Recognize - Flaw

�Save me�
�I will�if it takes my entire life and all I have, I will��

Draco groaned when he finally did wake up after the restless night he had endured, realising that somehow he had reached out to Harry. He probed mentally for his partner and encountered the usual block, an emptiness that was an even larger void than he had expected. He felt somewhat concerned for the first time since Harry left, as a searing pain ripped through him, causing him to fall back, writhing on the bed.

Nothing had ever lasted so long yet been so short in his life, and when the pain vanished, he was sweating and biting the blankets, he was not sure what had happened, but he was certain it would happen again.

He looked like he had been through a war and perhaps he had. A war named Harry, the one war he could not possibly win. Despite his thoughts, despite the hatred, and despite fighting it tooth and nail, nature was winning. There were forces at work stronger than his irreplaceable hatred for Potter. His mate. He closed his eyes for a moment as he remembered the sounds and touches.

The caresses.

The kissing.

The desire.

The moans and words breathed and shouted in the dance of intimacy � an intimacy that never should have been.

The heated passion that had evolved from hatred.

The feel of his body invaded with Harry�s length and heat while he arched up into the air and begged for more and harder. Himself plunging inside Harry and riding him hard as Harry screamed his name.

The moment of climax and the shattering realisation that for the rest of his life there would be no one else for him, and, he couldn�t even remember anyone who had shared his bed before Harry.

His lip curled in a sneer at the thought as he shook himself, trying to be rid of the images that assailed him. In fast forward he could see his entire history; every insult, every fight, every detention, every blow�every kiss, every caress, and the ultimate realization that he could not live without Harry, not just because of the Veela bond but because he didn�t want to. Without realising it, every fight had been a prelude to the present day, every argument a form of unknowing foreplay. Harry had been under his skin for so long that he could no longer breathe without him, yet his hatred remained. �When did hatred become something else?� he mused aloud.

He thought about sending a message to his father, but was reluctant to do so. He did not want to hear about the upcoming details for his Initiation into the darkness, his fall from grace. He had carried out his orders, consummated his relationship with Potter and might have done something, finally, to make his Father proud. For the first time he considered out and out rebellion from his father and this perplexed him � he had always been dutiful, always obeyed without question yet now he had to protest. What caused this to occur? He had been fighting against the Death Eaters and Voldemort for as long as his father had been trying to avoid the inevitable duty that he knew would come. He could visualize what was going to be required of him, the vows he would make, the kneeling, the ritual walking to Voldemort, bending to his knees and being marked.
Being marked.
Draco walked over to his mirror, staring at a reflection of someone he no longer recognized. His priorities were skewed, his mind cluttered and unfocused. He was rapidly catapultingn ton towards something he was powerless to stop.
He�d be marked.
Yet, his Initiation could still be a warning for Zabini and the few others who did not buy the tripe spewed at them by their parents. He could give them time to get out � in a horribly clich�d and Gryffindor-ish way. He lifted the comb to his hair to begin his daily ritual of recreating the Bastard Sex God when he froze.
He�d been marked.

Harry�s eyes rolled back in his head as he collapsed again, not being able to avoid the blows directed at him, too weak to care. He had made his choice and would follow it through to the end - for even the eventual death that would soon come, for this�torture, this torment he was willingly putting himself through, anything was better than the rest of his life spent being bound to Malfoy.
He hated him.
He despised him.

He loathed him.

He needed him.
�We never should have taken you in. You cannot do what we need you to.�
Harry groaned as he slowly pulled himself up off the floor. �I will do what has to be done.�
�Can you? Even now after all that has happened, after all of this�mess you have become entrenched in?�
�I will. I look forward to it.� Harry smiled ferally. �Nothing else matters but this.�
�Then let us begin again. This time, try to stay conscious.�

Ron ran breathlessly through the corridors. He was just one step ahead of the rampaging Anaspoors, having managed to finally pull his trousers up. He headed for the Phoenix that led up to Dumbledore�s office. Dumbledore, the one with power, the one who gave him power. Dumbledore knew, he understood what Ron was going through, from one Gryffindor to another. Dumbledore was the reason he was finally out from under the shadow of Perfect Potter and his family, able to make his own way. Now thanks to Potter and his dark talent of Parseltongue he was going to be killed by these�beasts. �He�s worse than Hagrid.� Ron muttered angrily as he ran. He was bouncing on his toes and the Phoenix slowly turned and then sprinted up the stairs, away from the Anaspoors and up to safety. Behind him, people were left concerned and speculating about what had happened. Screams ripped through the hallway as students ran for the doors only to find that they were guarded. There was no way out of Hogwarts; Harry had trapped them inside.
�Headmaster!� Ron burst as he ran towards the desk.
Dumbledore stood with a hand raised. �This is problematic at best Mr. Weasley and certainly no time for panic on our parts. Cool and collected calmness is what is going to win the day.� His eyes twinkled as Ron�s breathing slowly began to calm. �Might I suggest first Mr. Weasley that you pull up your trousers and close them? There are some things my old eyes do not need to see.�
Ron flushed with embarrassment as he reached down to tuck himself in. �What do we do Sir?�
Dumbledore tilted his head. �First we find those students who are bravest � of course they will be Gryffindor � to begin Immobilising the Anaspoors so that they will at least be unable to move. Next we have to herd all the students to the Great Hall where we can keep them safe � especially the first and second years.�
�Of course, I was thinking along those lines.� Ron said hastily.
�Can you handle that responsibility Mr. Weasley?�
�Of course Sir!� Ron said, beaming. �I�ll go find Hermione and we�ll save the school!�
�It is only appropriate that you two do it together as you have so many times in the past.� Dumbledore agreed.
�No thanks to Potter.� Ron grumbled.
�He was not acting under his own influence.� Dumbledore paused. �I am sure that once you talk to him again you will find him a much changed young man.�
�I doubt it.� Ron snapped, before falling silent. �I�ll go find Hermione and start immobilising the Anaspoors.�
�You do that.� Dumbledore nodded, watching Ron strut out, his twinkle fading. There went a pawn, and not even a useful one at that. At least when Harry was there he had someone who knew what he was up to, yet allowed himself to be the Headmaster�s pawn anyway. For the thousandth time Dumbledore wondered what had gotten into the boy and how, how had he seen through his carefully built up fa�ade? Dumbledore shook his head. When Harry returned � and he would, he had a great deal to answer for.

Draco wandered through the halls aimlessly, not seeing where he was going, the screams of the frantic people around him not jolting him from the depth of his thoughts. He did not notice � though others did � that the Anaspoors left him alone. They glanced at him and then went around, and did not bother him further. Had he been more aware, he would have seen the Anaspoors hunting for one person in particular. The whispers did not reach his ears, the parting of the crowd not registering in his addled brain. How had he been marked, how? �I want to hurt him � to hear him scream my name.� Draco thought. �How has he marked me, and why?�
�Perhaps Malfoy, you are not as powerful as you think.�
�Potter!� Draco seized the thought in his brain. �How dare you do this to me?�
�Is it any worse than what you did to me?� Harry demanded. �When you took me into your not so secret room of pain and forced your way into my unwilling body?�
�Last night was not a dream then?� Draco persisted.
�If it was a dream, I am a virgin Malfoy,� Harry seemed amused. �Perhaps if you had thought this idiocy through further you would have realised that I am not all you think I am and that I have talents you know nothing about.�
�Screw you Potter!� Draco snapped. �I know everything about you!�
�Then why aren�t you here with me?�
Draco could not answer that. �Harry, I�last night��
�I know Draco.� Harry�s voice was reassuring, soothing.

Understanding.

�I want to see you again.�
�I want to touch you.�
�I want to hold you.�
�I want to love��
A clumsy Hufflepuff rammed into Draco at that moment, breaking his tenuous line of contact with his mate. Hieth eth clamped together painfully as he fell to the stone floor, glaring at the offending girl. �You miserable piece of detritus,� he spat. �You dare treat me in such a way? I should cut off your legs for this!�
The girl squeaked and lowered her eyes, pointing behind him with a shaking hand. Draco looked contemptuously over his shoulder. �Is the poor widdle Hufflepuff child scared of the ickle Anaspoors?� At her pathetic nod he laughed cruelly, his rage boiling up almost beyond the point of his control. Never, not once since his curse had been active had he felt this complete loss of control. Pulling out his wand, his eyes gleaming maliciously he pointed it at the girl. �Are you scared yet?� he questioned, lowering his voice to a dangerous whisper.
She was shaking in her shoes as she tried to curl herself into a ball. �P�please�M�Malfoy��
Draco opened his mouth as the tip of his wand began to glow.

Harry was amused as he watched Draco�s �punishment� of the Hufflepuff girl. �You are distracted by him again. Will you never learn?� Exasperation came from one of the shadows.
Harry�s eyes glowed angrily. �Perhaps it is you who should learn. I am getting tired of your lectures, and of your scorn. If I wanted that I would have stayed in Hogwarts! I came to you expecting to be taught...various things�instead you have taught me nothing new, nothing I could not have gotten out of a book!�
�What are you saying?�
�I am saying that this is worthless! I am going to die because of you and your pointless assurances.�
�I thought life meant little or nothing to you.�
�My life is worthless.� Harry agreed.
�And the life of your�mate? Is that worth something? Your most hated enemy, the one whose blood you want to bathe in, his teeth worn as a necklace around your neck, and his head mounted to the wall as your trophy?� scorn and sneering came out of the black hood Harry stared into.
�His life means nothing to me, nor does he!�
�Yet you love him.�
Harry lowered his eyes, saying nothing. �I never said verbatim that I loved him.�
�Thoughts and words, they are the same.� The shadow shrugged.
�What do you know about it?�
�I know that either with us or with Dumbledore your life has meaning. Here you are a tool yet you agreed to the terms years ago when you sought us out. You came to us Mr. Potter, not the other way around.� Anger heathe vhe voice slightly. �You want to die; we will help you with that task. Your life has meaning until Voldemort is dead and after that should you survives; we fulfil our end of the bargain.�
�Make it all go away.� Harry said harshly. �Make it stop.�
�We will.� The shadow promised.

Snape sighed, irritated at the screams and commotion outside his office. Holding his coffee cup in his hand, he opened the door and saw the screaming students, saw the Anaspoors, heard the pleas for help and quickly closed the door again, leaning against it. �What has the dratted boy done this time?� He thought irritably.
Since Harry had been thrown out of his House, he was now Severus� reluctant responsibility � as always. �Why do I always have to save him from himself?�
�You don�t Professor. He is not your problem, he is mine.�
�Mr. Malfoy! If you value having genitals get out of my head!�
�Threats do no good. You do not have to worry about Harry; I do, as I told you earlier. Or had you forgotten in your senility?�
�Unless you are pleading to spend the rest of your life as a eunuch Draco, I am giving you a final warning.�
�If Harry does not return to Hogwarts, it won�t matter unless you want to carve up a corpse.�
Snape was alarmed. �What did you do?�
�Fourth floor, outside the Hufflepuff Common Room.� Draco said cryptically before leaving his mind and having Snape roll his eyes at the drama that seemed to encompass Draco like a shroud.
The connection was severed as Severus put down his cup, rubbed his temples and went to see what Draco had done as he slowly lost control. �Damned Veela!� he thought for the hundredth time since Draco had revealed his secret and made his life a living hell.

Ron and Hermione faced off against Draco as they stood staring at what he had done to the Hufflepuff who had offended him. �This time Malfoy you�ll be expelled.� Ron sneered.
�You think you have the powers o tho that, do you?� Draco arched an eyebrow. �Why don�t you try it?�
Hermione grabbed Ron�s arm. �Remember he is a Veela Ron, he will use whatever nasty powers he has on you.�
�He�ll try to snog me?� Ron looked horrified at the thought.
Draco was faintly green. �Don�t flatter yourself Weasel, I would not touch you if it meant saving my life.� He glanced around at the whispering crowd. �I am NOT a Veela!�
�Part Veela then.� Hermione said waving a hand in a pompous manner.
Draco narrowed his eyes. �Listen here, Mudblood,� he began. �I do not appreciate lower class ilk like yourself spreading untrue rumours about me. You know nothing of what I am.�
�Why don�t you tell us?� Hermione challenged. �Or are you afraid?�
�Slytherins never reveal their secrets.� Blaise said smoothly, stepping up next to Draco. �How dare you assume that he is going to tell a peon like yourself, someone not good enough to cr at at our feet?�
�How dare you?� Hermione sputtered. �I have half a mind��
�You give yourself too much credit.� Draco cut in smoothly.
�Has anyone else forgotten there are raging and rampaging Anaspoors infesting this school?� Ron burst out, trying to turn the focus back to him. �Or what Malfoy has done to this poor and innocent girl?�
�That will be enough, Mr. Weasley.� Snape said calmly as he parted the crowd of students and stared at the wall. �Nice work Mr. Malfoy, if a bit�overzealous.�
�She angered me Sir.� Draco muttered.
�Indeed. And she has paid, in spades.� He studied the girl who had been partially melded into the stone wall and hexed severely. �Now get along to my office so we can have a chat,� he nodded. He glanced at the rest of the students. �What are you staring at? Get to class!� he roared.
�Severus,� Dumbledore said smoothly as he arrived and took in the scene. �Oh my,� he sighed. �Mr. Malfoy go to my office, we have to talk about this.�

Ron looked so smug that Draco itched to pull his his wand again. �Professor Snape told me��
�Professor Snape is not in charge here,� Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling. �I however, have that joyous honour. Now off to my office. Everyone else back to class.� He smiled and waved the crowd off. �Fifty points to Gryffindor Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger, for your cool handling of a most unpleasant situation.�
�Malfoy called me a Mudblood Sir.� Hermione piped up.
�I will speak to him about that Ms. Granger, now off with you.�
Hermione nodded and turned on her heel, walking away with Ron while Blaise fumed with the other Slytherins. �Sir, giving Gryffindor House points for antagonising us is ridiculous!�
�Fifteen points from Slytherin for your attitude Mr. Zabini. I suggest you remember to whom you are speaking. Off you go now, there�s a good lad.�
Blaise appeared to be biting his tongue as he walked away, glaring at the aging Headmaster. Draco trudged to Dumbledore�s office, cursing bitterly in his head the entire way.
�Want to make him pay Draco?�
Draco perked up at the voice, embracing it and closing his eyes as his heart ached. For a moment he swore he could feel the arms of his mate around him. �Yes.�

Severus turned angrily to face Dumbledore, all their years of camaraderie fading as masks and pretences were dropped. �What are you going to do to him?� he asked, angry at the rebuke.
�Not your concern Severus.�
�He is from my House, it is my concern.�
�Severus, I will treat him as I treat all students.� Dumbledore reassured him before turning to go. �Perhaps a cup of coffee might make you feel better?�
Snape was left trying to rescue and revive the forgotten Hufflepuff girl before the Anaspoors returned to this section of the school, cursing Dumbledore and promising swift and exacting repayment.

Harry whispered a plan into Draco�s mind as Draco greedily embraced both the plan and Harry�s touch. �Harry�� he whispered aloud, desperate to say his name, yearning to touch him. �I don�t know how it happened.�
�I don�t know why it did.� Harry replied in his head. �Yet it has.�
�If I never say it again Harry, let me say it aloud now.� Draco paused. �I love y��
�Mr. Malfoy, what are you muttering?� Dumbledore asked as he climbed the stairs to his office.
Draco�s face contorted in fury as he saw him come into focus. Harry�s anger was palpable through their bond as it began to fade. Draco�s heart clenched, he was being left again.
Harrispeispered into Draco�s head one last time.
Draco smiled.

The next chapter should not take as long to get out as this one. Please review and let me know what you think - still good? Still interesting?

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