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Sonata	By : Kalinx Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1282 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Author Diddy: Um, I guess the biggest change with the first three chapters - excluding the newly written prologue which is already up - is the change in POV.
Disclaimer: I own only bits and pieces of the idea, nothing more.
Warning: The following fanfic will contain references to death, suicide, self-mutalation, sex (SLASH, boy on boy action), rape, confusing ideas, and language. If I've forgotten anything, please let me know...
Key
the voice only Harry hears
Sonata
One
Gets us nowhere
Emerald eyes flashing behind twin circles of glass with repressed anger, I dart expertly through the crowds at the station. Of course They had to be late. They did that on purpose - wanted me to miss the train and be 'stuck' with Them for the year so They could torment me more. Knuckles faintly white from my grip on the trolley handlebar I growl softly. They get some perverse joy out of making me suffer I just know it. Of telling me how much of a freak of nature I am, how much I owe Them, blah blah blah. Shout an 'excuse me' over my shoulder at the young woman whose shoulder I just clipped with my own I round the platform.
Shooting a quick glance at the assortment of muggles on the platforms nine and ten I grin. Chin going down I shove the trolley forward, directly at the large brick pillar between the platforms. A quick rush of disorienting nothingness and platform 9 3/4 'materializes' to catch my headlong dash. Tossing my head I relax the white knuckled grip on the handlebar upon seeing the familiar red train still waiting.
Students were still milling around the platform as I guide the trolley to the baggage compartments, relinquishing it to those in charge of loading the train. Grabbing the simple black messenger bag from atop my Hogwarts trunk I weave through the chattering students. Now to find Ron and 'Mione, then pick a place to spend the trip. Gaze drifting over the shoulders and faces of my fellow year-mates I quirk a brow as I spot Malfoy. The ferret grew again, put him at six foot now, and I do believe he has let his hair grow since last year.
Almost seeming to sense the eyes on his back the self proclaimed prince of Slytherin turns slowly. He has let his hair grow; it didn't reach his shoulder blades last year. White blond hair trailing elegantly over his right shoulder the Slytherin returns my look with a chilly sneer. Frowning, bloody poof, I look away from the arrogant young man and continue the quest to find my fellow Gryffindors.
"Lose the other two thirds of your golden trio Potter?" a frosty voice purrs.
A long suffering sigh whispering from between my lips I turn and meet silver eyes. "Bugger off Malfoy."
Brow arching the blond tilts his head to the side, a quizzical light in his eyes. "Have you finally grown Potter? You seem a bit taller then you were, more gangly as well."
"What do you care Malfoy? Or maybe you're afraid you might be slowly shrinking? That it?"
Lips curling back into his customary sneer Draco snorts, "Sure, keep imagining things Potter." Turning in a whirl of deep green robes he glides back towards his goonies, Crabbe and Goyle, and the smattering of other Slytherin.
Why did he come over here if all he was going to do was insult me without an audience? He usually does these sorts of things where people can see his dubious brilliance, not where the only person to hear his words is the one they�re directed at. Odd, has the ferret grown up over the summer?
Squawk as a pair of arms wrap around my stomach, dragging me from my musings, and a warm body plows into my back I peer over my shoulder at the flock of redheads, a bushy haired figure latched onto me. Releasing him from her greeting Hermione purses her lips, "Harry you've grown!" Fluttering through the mob of her children, Mrs. Weasley beams up at my face holding her arms open in mute demand. Succumbing to the impending hug I can�t help but chuckle as her head ducks under my chin.
"Guess I have 'Mione. Hullo Mrs. Weasley."
Moving out to arms length Molly frowns at me. "Harry, what have you been eating?"
Cheeks flushing a bit I scuff a shoe against the platform and make a face. "Not much of anything, I s'pose I look a bit thin?"
"A bit! If you haven't filled out by the time you get off that train at the beginning of summer you are coming to the burrow where I can feed you properly."
"Aw Mrs. Weasley, you don't have to."
Leveling my protests with a fiercely protective glare she humphs and shoos those of her brood needing to board the train. "Well enough Harry, I let it go for now only because you children need to get on that train. Off with you!"
Eyes twinkling the golden trio hurry towards the Express amid the final bustle of last minute students boarding.
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Chin perched in my palm I stare out at the passing countryside as Ron and 'Mione chatter over their summers. No one cares to ask me about mine. Figure all I'll do is whine about how much I hate the Dursleys. And I do, but this summer was more than simple hate - it was pure loathing. The fact that they've only dampened their treatment towards me, thanks to the threats at the platform, may have helped if only Siri - he hadn't died. Gods, I miss him, he was supposed to be there, supposed to convince Dumbledore to let me move out of the Dursley's and live with him, he was supposed to - Choking I shake my head, green gaze darting over at my friends to see if the sound caught their attention. Mouth twitching I snort, no such luck, they were still wholly involved in each other. Fingers combing through the mop of blackness I call hair I sigh and climb to my feet. Tuck my bag into a small corner I scoot past the lovebirds, a glimmer of anger tightening the corners of my eyes.
Of course they don't notice me, they only notice me when it fancies them. Although, perhaps I'm being a bit brutal, after all I did refuse to answer any owls this past summer. Wasn't feeling up to answering their repetitive pitying letters - oh Harry you must feel awful, Harry if you need anything just owl, my poor boy - no thank you. It was hard enough to get passed his death without their flood of remorse. Brow wrinkling I tilt my head to the side, effectively popping my neck with a flurry of loud snaps. Feet guiding me in an aimless manner I drift in and out of my thoughts.
I wonder, might Malfoy be willing to put aside his hatred of me and mine long enough for a calm chat? He seems to be quite the conversationalist when not purring insults at you. Plus, he seemed a bit different when he came over without his goons to insult me - almost as if the insults were a required motion to go through. Plans set I halt and glance around at my location. Another old world hall in the train, a series of closed compartments and the hum of voices mingling with the low clatter of the wheels on the tracks. Now to find the little ferret and catch him without his mass of worshipping adorers, easier said than done. Then maybe, just maybe we can have a civil conversation to waste the time away.
"Lost again Potter?"
Right on time ferret, er Malfoy. Civil conversation, civil. "Not at all Malfoy, bored rather."
"The lovebirds ignoring poor little golden boy?" he sneers, lounging back against a window in the hall. Snorting in agreement I settle back against the wall behind me. Silver eyes widening slightly as I look comfortably at my nemesis Draco waves a fine boned hand in the air. "Let me guess, you decided to head out for a breather?"
"In a manner of speaking." Let him think on that one, I'm not going to simply spout out that I was hoping to find him. Have to put my Slytherin cunning to use after all.
"Oh?"
Nodding I lift a hand to my glasses rearranging them minutely, "I wanted some time to think away from their constant murmurs of 'how wonderful'."
Mouth thinning in thought Malfoy inquires, "So you wander the train without seeming to see anything for twenty minutes then pause and settle down in the hall when I approach you? Why?"
He�s been watching me as I wondered the train? "Why what Malfoy? The wandering or the willingness to talk with you without childish name calling?"
Lips curling into the barest of smiles Malfoy nods, "Both, after all we are known to be two people who for some reason or another have never gotten along."
Sigh whistling between my teeth I shrug and turn to peek into a compartment. Finding no students in residence I slide the door open and motion at the benches, "You mind if we move to a slightly more private area to chat? As much as I love everyone knowing all there is to know about the boy-who-lived I'd rather hold this conversation away from spying gossips."
Chuckling softly the Slytherin pushes off the window and strides into the compartment, flopping gracefully onto a cushioned bench, ankles crossed. Shoulders a tad tense, I was agreeing to being shut up in a room with the ferret, I slide the door closed and sink onto the other bench. Head resting against the back of the bench I draw in a long breath, willing my pounding heart to slow. Lacing his fingers together Draco sits calmly, years of Malfoy teaching lending him the patience to wait: for me to begin.
Letting out the breath I lift my head and gaze at the wall above Malfoy's head. "I suppose the fact that I was buried in my own thoughts explains why I was wandering aimlessly without seeing what was happening around me. After last year I've had a lot to think about, and yes, I have thought about the rivalry we are famous for. Having watched you with your Slytherins I discovered that you are a rather eloquent conversationalist and I guess that was why I settled down when you came up."
"My ability to hold a conversation made you hold down any retorts?"
Making a face I blink and glance at the pair of silver eyes watching me suspiciously. "Yeah, I guess." It sounds so dumb when I admit it, it really does. Closing my eyes tiredly I whisper, "I'm tired of the pity and the forced cheerfulness they give me, so afraid that if they raise their voices I'll break. Just because S - he's dead doesn't mean I'm going to break. Gods, all they do is treat me like some sort of idol that's to be fawned over. The great Harry Potter, savior to the Wizarding world. Bloody gits."
Peer at Draco through the barest slit of space I watch as he reaches a hand out towards me jerking it back to his chest as though he�s been burned. I know I sounded different, less like a brash Gryffindor, older. "Are you feeling alright Potter?" There was concern in his question, concern that made the Slytherin narrow his eyes. Shaking his head he mutters to himself. Wonder what he was thinking before the head shake.
Wry humor on my lips I open my eyes fully as Malfoy continues muttering to himself. "Yes and no. Somewhere over the course of the summer I came to realize that our rivalry was rather petty. It's got no point and last year it was more a habit that kept it going than anything I might have felt towards you."
"Petty? Yes, it is I suppose."
"Shall we try again Malfoy?" Curiosity lighting the liquid silver gaze I allow myself a cheeky grin and hold out a hand. "The name's Harry Potter, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Of course it is I'm Draco Malfoy."
Grinning broadly the two of us flinch as Ron's voice calls out my name beside our confiscated compartment. Grin dying in a flash I rise to my feet and muss my hair with a hand, "Guess that's my cue to reappear." Flicking my gaze at the still slightly smiling Malfoy I flash another smile, "Smiling suits you Ma - Draco, try it more often." Robes swishing around my lanky form I tug open the door and stride out after the redhead's retreating figure.
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