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Musicalis	By : Slytheinkitten Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3577 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2
�To your seats, what are you? A herd of gaping sheep?� She said loudly. Everybody sat down immediately. Harry glared at Malfoy as the boy smirked and turned artfully, walking to his seat in the front row with quite a sway of his slim hips.

This did not look good for Harry. He really didn�t need another class like Potions. Where the teacher favored Draco and hated Harry.
Irritated he sat down and contemplated on how to change classes.

�All right, I am Asia Julia Czychon.�
The voice of his new teacher brought him back to the presence. Should they be able to pronounce that?
�As there is no possibility of you not mutilating my name..�
At least she knew that, Harry thought in derision.
�..you may call me Pani. That is Polish for Missis.�
Ah, that�s the language she was talking in. Did that mean that Malfoy spoke Polish? Harry asked himself, astonished by how little he knew about the boy.

�I am from Poland. If any of you are educated in the finer arts, like music you will know me, as I am a very famous transverse flute player.� A few students nodded with respect and admiration in their eyes. Harry had never heard her name before.
�To be honest, my talent is wasted here, but personal reasons have led me to Hogwarts and you will benefit from that.�
Personal reasons being Draco Malfoy�s music career? Harry wanted to ask, but refrained himself from it.

She let her eyes wander over the nearly thirty students in the room who looked at her in discomfort. Harry was once more astonished at the similarity of her arrogance to Snape�s.
�Fortunately I do not have to teach hopeless cases.� She grinned like a Cheshire cat.
�As music, especially magical music is not something you can teach everybody, I have to test your musical talent before I can allow you to participate in this class.�
Outraged whispers began to go through the class, many Hufflepuffs looked to be on the verge of tears and Harry saw his chance to get out of this with his dignity in tact vanish.
And if he was honest with himself he felt a bit disappointed at not being able to continue what had once been the only good thing in his life.

Asia, or rather Pani, as Harry admitted that there was no way he could pronounce it like she and Draco did lifted her hand and once everybody had silenced, she continued.
�The test has nothing to do with how much you know about notes or technique. Neither with the schooling you�ve had until now. Even somebody who�s never played an instrument can pass when he or she has talent.�

She turned to the first row and said �Draco would you be so kind?�
The blond stood and walked up to stand opposite her, giving the class a view of his profile.
�What you will see now is not something I expect to see in your tests. Draco Malfoy has a musical talent that is exceptional. He is a child prodigy like Mozart or Beethoven was.�
Most of the students looked totally shocked, Harry one of them.
So much for getting out of here with some dignity. Wasn�t there something aside from niceness the blond couldn�t do?

Their teacher turned toward Draco and pointed her wand at the blond. Saying �Musicalus habilis examinus�
A pale rainbow colored band came out of her wand and flew towards Draco. It wound around the still boy who had his eyes closed and an expression of concentration on his face.
After a second his face relaxed into a peaceful smile that had Harry staring in awe. He was so focused on the blond that it took a few seconds before he noticed the silent melody that had appeared out of nowhere. A violin, played a haunting sad song, slowly growing in volume, and the rainbow band around Malfoy disintegrated into three differently colored fields that spread through the room.

Everybody sat in awe as a light rose colored landscape appeared. The nebular ghosts of trees, a field, flowers and a river. Another melody seemed to come out of nowhere accompanying the violin, and flowing in pale blue water through the rose river bed was the more lively tone of a flute, probably a transverse.
Then crystalline white snow flakes began to cover everything in a deep and dark piano melody, slowly killing the violin, and violoncello music. After some time the landscape disintegrated into nothing. The piano music becoming more and more silent until it finally died away.

Silence reined, nobody knew for how long.
Even the students who had seen magical music before where still in awe by what they had heard and seen. It was an unknown intensity that penetrated Draco�s music and caught all of them in his magic.
Harry had problems with keeping the tears from coming.
He didn�t know if anybody else noticed, but he was certain that what they had seen here, was a part of Draco�s life.
And unknowingly to the blond also a part of Harry�s. The ghostly landscape, the lively river, all of it being covered by an oppressing power, slowly killed by the suffocating coldness.
It was what Draco had probably lived through by the hand of his father and what Harry had lived through with his relatives.

And how beautifully and truthful he had painted it.
For once in his life Harry felt close to Draco Malfoy. Felt the similarities in their lives and that there might be more to them than animosity.

Harry�s gaze was locked on the figure standing next to the teacher�s table. The slim frame seemed so vulnerable, so alone.
Suddenly the closed eyes opened and Harry stared directly into the quicksilver windows to Malfoy�s soul.
For the first time there were no walls, no pretense. Just two gazes meeting in honesty.
This little piece of improvising, so clearly a part of Draco�s heart that it nearly broke Harry�s with its sadness and beauty.
And in his nemesis� eyes he saw something he�d never seen before.
Insecurity, pain and fear.
Harry couldn�t hold back the one tear that escaped him and he gave Malfoy a small but honest smile to show that he understood.

The boy blinked, astonished, and then the most beautiful smile Harry had ever seen was directed at him.
Shy but thankful.
And Harry knew that things had just changed forever.

�God Draco, remind me to never allow you to do anything without a recording spell. That was wonderful.�
The voice of their teacher broke through the silence that had taken control of the room and Malfoy turned away from Harry who felt unexplainably bereft.
It seemed as if the whole class took a deep breath at once and everybody looked in silent adoration at the blond who�d regained his composure.
He smirked arrogantly and said �Thank you.�
She smiled gently and her eyes were a little bit glazed with something that could have been tears. �No, thank you kochane. You may sit down.� Harry thought that she unlike the rest of the class probably knew exactly what had been portrayed here.

Harry himself couldn�t get over the pictures. Oppressing powers, life and hope being silenced. God, he forced the haunting tune to the back of his mind, he would sort his thoughts out later. Now he had different things to do.

Harry had seen magical music a few times at the Weasley�s home.
Ginny played the flute and Mr. Weasley was rather fond of bagpipes. But their pictures had never been this elaborate.

Asia turned back to the class and explained:
�As I said this is a test for your talent. I do not expect to see anything like this in your test. What happens is, that I give you a musical palette through this spell. And your inner music and magic combine to create melodies and pictures. Also, your favorite instrument will manifest in this test. Usually it�s only one, sometimes two. Draco is a violinist but also a good flute and piano player, that�s why he can command more than one magical stream. The extent of your talent is shown in your ability to produce a melody and something more than shades.�

She was very serious now and had the full attention of the class.
�Your experience doesn�t count, your inner magic decides. You have to let it control you and not try to force something.�
Many pupils looked uncertain others had the desire to proof themselves on their faces, Harry himself tried not to show how nervous he was.
Maybe this class meant more to him than he�d admitted to himself.

Professor Czychon opened a scroll and read �Alison Marybeth�
A small mousy haired Ravenclaw stood. The girl looked scared but determined. She stepped to the front and faced their professor who again used the examination spell. For a while the colorful band twirled around the girl, than it changed into a light yellow and a dark wooden flute melody began. The yellow band spiraled upwards, painting the picture of a tree.
Before suddenly everything vanished and the Ravenclaw girl stumbled as if the test had taken a lot of strength.

Asia only made a note on her scroll and said �O.k.�
Marybeth went back to her chair, unsure if she�d just been accepted or dismissed.
�Aliyah Richard� was the next. A soft faced Hufflepuff who looked as if he would pass out from anxiety any moment now.
He stood trembling before their teacher and flinched as the spell began to flow around him.
Nearly two minutes long nothing happened. And Asia seemed to be ready to quit as suddenly the rainbow changed into a deep forest green band, accompanied by a trumpet the process of a hut being built brick by brick was mimicked in front of the class, maybe half a minute long before all slowly died away.

The boy gasped and grabbed the table in support.
Their professor stood for a second silently with a frown on her face, than she said again �o.k.� and Richard stumbled to his place.
�Charlings Mortimer� , a tall Ravenclaw who walked up confidently was the first to fail.
The rainbow band disintegrated into a few brown strands, pitiful tones coming up here and there before it all vanished.
Asia didn�t even look at him as she said �You may go.�
The boy paled and opened his mouth to protest, but the woman repeated in a steely voice �Go and tell your Head of House about the needed change in your timetable.� The boy frowned furiously grabbed his bag and stormed out of the room.

And he wasn�t the only one.
On and on went the test. Some students failed to get even a tone out of the stream of magic, others got no further than separating the color band, some made melodies but couldn�t get pictures.
Only when the melody was recognizable and a single color visible did the teacher allow them to stay.
Harry was biting his nails nervously hen his turn came.
Only 13 people left in class.

�Potter Harry� Asia said with no recognition of his name obvious.
The Gryffindor felt alone without his supporters, much like he had felt at his Sorting ceremony. All eyes were on him, silently asking how the Golden Boy would fare in this.

Walking up to her, his gaze fixed on a point above their teacher�s shoulder as she cast the spell.
He closed his eyes and waited.
Nothing happened. Sweat began to break out on Harry�s forehead.
So this was it, he had no talent.
Harry opened his eyes in desperation, and through the rainbow band that was moving around him he suddenly saw Malfoy, sitting in the first row, staring at him with anger and sadness in his eyes.

Strange, why was he sad?
He shouldn�t be sad. Things had changed.
Maybe, they both had a chance on freedom. Lucius Malfoy was gone, Voldemort in hiding again. They could have a piece of happiness.
Suddenly a dam inside of him broke.
A dark blue and a red stream separated and a strange violin melody appeared out of nowhere. Strange because of it�s metallic tinge.
That was no normal violin sound, but an electric.
Harry grinned, wow, he loved that sound.
The music grew louder and suddenly the red developed into sandy looking dunes, the blue changed into a wide sea, waves slowly lapping onto the sand beach with piano tones, a light blue moon rising, hope rising with it, palms in the empty desert appearing, giving life where there was only emptiness.

Suddenly Harry felt dizzy. The pictures disappeared. And Harry opened his eyes, which he didn�t remember closing, because he had seen the scenery inside of his head.
And looked into Draco Malfoy�s teary gaze.
The boy smiled at him gently and with something akin to respect.
Harry was exhausted but happy as he couldn�t remember being in a long time.
�O.k.� broke Asia�s voice into his thoughts.
And Harry walked to his place in a daze. He had done it. He�d been accepted. He would play music again!

Harry didn�t even notice the last 2 test. Which resulted in one more student leaving the room.
Their professor laid her wand down and let her gaze sweep over the dozen students that had remained.
She grinned.
�Twelve. Not bad. Maybe this school isn�t as hopeless as I thought it to be. Though, don�t think you�ve done it now. I can throw you out whenever I think that you don�t give 110%.�
She looked seriously at the pupils.
�You have a talent, and with it comes the responsibility to use and care for it.� After an especially hard look at Draco she then continued wickedly.

�This will be the hardest of your classes as I expect your heart blood in your work. Now I�ll show you what you will probably never achieve, but you can try.�
With a swish of her wand one of the light wooden closets that lined the whole right hand wall opened and a long rectangular black box flew to her desk, floating down onto it softly.
The young professor put her wand away and opened the lid of the box.
For a few seconds nobody could see what she was doing and then she pulled two metallic pieces out, screwed them together and everybody now saw what was probably a very expensive transverse flute.

With a look of concentration she put it to her lips, breathed and began to play.
Harry vaguely recognized the melody of one of Ravel�s pieces before he got overwhelmed by the colorful spectacle that began to manifest around them.
It was as if several rivers began to flow out of the walls, in the centre of the room, above their heads marble band circled and formed a huge spring, like the ones he had seen on pictures from Rome.
Dolphins and Greek Gods holding vases into which the blue rivers flew and then up again into the air.
The lively melody accentuating the sudden appearance of birds in the air, and some of the dark birds swept down into the waters, a closer look showed that they tried to capture small glittering fish that swam through the water belying gravity.

Harry closed his mouth that had been standing open since the spectacle bean.
This was what they should learn?
This dualism of magical images and music was their goal?
The Gryffindor couldn�t hold back his awe as he saw the details in form, shape and color. Heard the perfect sound of the melody.
This wasn�t the hazy way Draco and some of them had painted their images. This was the difference an instrument and years of training made.
Slowly the melody died away, the images fading until everything was still in the room.

After a few seconds students began to free themselves from the frozen state and clapped. Everybody fell in to the applause that was more than deserved.
Pani Asia put her flute away and bowed grinning at them.
�Of course, most of you will never reach this level of proficiency, but you can try.�
The students laughed. Somehow the ice between them was broken. The arrogance and distance they�d felt overwhelmed by, now an understanding. Knowledge that they had something in common and somebody who really knew what they did as their professor.

�Alright,� she went on, �I�ve noted down your names and instruments. We will start with your primary instrument; if you�re satisfied with your accomplishment there we can try your secondary one. Please fill out the forms in front of you.�
With an audible �Plop� scrolls appeared on the desks in front of the students.
�After you�ve done so you�re free to go. There isn�t much we can do until I know which instruments we will have to order and what level you all are on.
Oh, and if you wondered about your schedules, no it is not a mistake that you have Masom every day of the week. I told you it will be a very intensive class.
I�ll see you all tomorrow.�

The students began to fill out the forms, silently talking with each other and giving them to their professor on their way out.
Harry opened the scroll and read it. At the top was his name and instrument: electric violin.
He couldn�t suppress the happy smile, this was going to be so cool. Then he began to answer the questions, stating that he�d had 3 years of training when he was 6 and declined the possession of an instrument.
When he was done more writing appeared at the bottom.
�Would you please come to the front after everybody�s gone?�

Harry swallowed and looked up nervously. A message from his teacher who was talking with Draco Malfoy. What was wrong?
It was hell to sit and wait until all but the Slytherin had left and Harry couldn�t wait a second longer.
So he stood and joined the two friends at the front of the classroom.
He was anxious but did his best not to show it.
What were these two playing at?
They couldn�t deny him this, he had passed the test!

Pani Asia nodded at him and he stepped closer, Malfoy turned to him, studying his face he then smiled for a second and laid his right hand in a calming way on his arm �Calm down.�
He said softly, and strangely enough Harry did, although the strangeness of Malfoy touching him in such a manner had a lot to do with that.
He nearly didn�t hear his teacher as she said.
�Harry, you mind me calling you that?�
Not waiting for an answer she went on as the Gryffindor pulled his attention from the delicate hand lying on his arm.
�You were surprisingly good. However we have a little problem here.�
The Golden boy tensed immediately.
She couldn�t take this away from him, not again.
A squeeze on his arm made him stop to panic and he turned to the smaller blonde.

The boy grinned up at him without any maliciousness and then pulled his hand away, making Harry regret the motion immediately.
There was understanding in the boy�s eyes as he said snarkily �Down, you idiot. It�s about your instrument.�
Harry frowned in confusion and looked back to their teacher.
Who regarded them with a confusing intensity before she smiled and elaborated.
�I take it; you grew up in a muggle environment.
You see, while the electrical violin is a wonderful instrument, it needs as the name hints at, electricity which is not easily found in a fully magical old castle like this one.�

Harry relaxed slightly, finally understanding.
�Oh� he said stupidly in his relief.
�Have you ever played an electric?�
Harry shook his head �No, I�ve only heard one a few times myself.�
Asia responded �I see, getting you one is no problem, though considering your talent I advise you to buy one for yourself as soon as possible. Our problem is, that while I can probably install an electric outlet, it will only be for this, and the room the next door. Anything else could disturb the castles magical balance or would just not work.
This means you will have to practice in here.�
Harry nodded, he really didn�t mind coming up here as long as he got to play he would go anywhere.

�Good,� continued the woman smiling �I don�t want to ignore your primary choice. It suits you.�
Malfoy snorted �A muggle toy, how appropriate.�
Asia slapped his arm and said grinning:
�Shut it kochane. If I� m not mistaken you were quite taken with this toy in Prague.�
Malfoy turned away and said haughtily �No, I was taken with Vanessa�s ability to handle it.�
Grinning saucily he corrected
�Or rather with Vanessa herself.�
Pani Asia laughed, dismissing his words in obvious disbelieve.

Harry grinned and said towards their prof �Thanks for the consideration.�
She shook her head �Nah, I owe you one.�
At his confused look she added.
�For taking care of that bastard.�

Her eyes looked at him, sending a message that Harry immediately picked up.
In fear he looked at the blond next to him.
Not knowing what to expect, as he was thanked by Draco�s friend for bringing down his father.

But the blond once more surprised him, instead of getting angry, or throwing one of his temper tantrums he was just looking at the floor in front him, as if it was suddenly totally interesting and there were no other people in the room, discussing what had been the worst thing in his life, or so Harry had once thought.

Puzzled at the lack of reaction Harry looked back at his professor who smiled and nodded at him.
�That�s all you may go. I�ll see you tomorrow.�

Harry turned feeling lighter than he had in a long time. The nagging guilt of taking somebody�s parent away had been calmed now that he saw that Draco seemed really o.k. with it.
At the door he grinned and turned back to the two.
�Hey Malfoy.�
The blond looked up inquiringly.
Harry was again sprouting that devilish grin
�You already performed in front of me, maybe next time it�ll be a private performance.�
performance.�

It took the blonde a second to understand the leer and what Harry was playing at, but when he did the delightful blush made a reappearance and only the star seeker�s honed reflexes made it possible for him to flee the room without getting hit by a Furunculus hex.
Laughing happily he ran away, followed by a stream of creative curse words he wouldn�t have thought a snob like Malfoy to know.

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