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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.

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Author Diddy: I like pie...
Disclaimer: (dis-cla'mer) n. A repudiation or denial of responsibility, connection, or claim.
I should also add that the Sorting Hat song was taken directly from OotP.
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
Sonata
Two
On the outside
Emerald eyes were once again vacantly staring out a window, this time that of the thestral drawn carriages. Wheels jolting over a particularly large dip in the path I grunt and blink. Chin shifting towards the forms of my fellow passengers I frown. Not only were they so into each other that they ignored me, but now they're ignoring poor Neville. He looks slightly sick to his stomach - hope their snog fest doesn't ruin his appetite. Leaning forward I cough and smile, "How was your summer Neville?"
Tongue flicking out to wet his lips the slightly chubby Gryffindor scratches at his ear. "Good, my granma took me on a tour of some of Britain's famous Wizarding sites. It was real neat, we got to see all sorts of old castles and even some gardens full of amazing plants." Eyes gaining a far away look he prattles on, giving me a play-by-play of his trip. Cheeks coloring with embarrassment he concludes his tale and looks bashfully at me. "What about you?"
Breaking apart with a squawk, Ron and 'Mione give Neville a pair of nasty looks. Mouth turning down I ignore them and shrug, "Same as it always is, dull as Snape's class." Laugh sputtering out of his throat the shy Gryffindor recovers from the glares of the snogging duo. Carriage coasting to a smooth halt I force the smile on my face to stay, the corners of my lips struggling to drag it off. "But enough of my whining, let's get to the Great Hall so we can be sure to grab seats where we can watch the First years."
"Righto mate," Ron seconds, a closed look of cheerfulness on his face. Frown winning over my forced smile I lower my head as they trudge up the final stretch. Great doors standing wide open before them I lift my head briefly gazing up at the imposing structure of Hogwarts with a measure of comfort seeping into my tense muscles. Home.
Head turning to the side I make a gagging face and jerk my chin at Ron and 'Mione when I spot Draco looking my direction. A twinkle in his silver gaze the Slytherin covers his mouth with a hand and tries to give me a sneer. Looks more like he's constipated. Snorting I break away from the others drifting slightly towards Malfoy. Mimicking my move the Slytherin comes within hearing range with a few steps.
"I will admit that it's good to be back, no matter how much I moan and groan about this place," his cultured voice mutters.
"What? A Malfoy who misses Hogwarts? Unthinkable!"
Attempted sneer crumbling into a lopsided grin he swings a fist at my shoulder playfully. "Shut up Potter, a one man wonder like yourself has no right to question a pureblood like myself."
Laughter in my eyes I bend in a sloppy bow, "Yes Master Malfoy, never question you will I, too great for me you are."
"Potter, stop trying to make me laugh."
Innocence washing across my face at the accusation I hold my hands out and stutter, "You give a poor wonder too much credit oh great and mighty one, I could never succeed where most purebloods have failed."
"Bloody right you cannot."
Mouth twitching into a smirk, bet I can make him, I leap a few steps in front of Draco and drop to my knees, hands to the ground. "Oh mighty one, bestow upon one such as me your wondrous secrets."
Throwing his head back, blond hair rippling, Draco bursts into laughter. Behind black frames my own eyes echo his laughter, peace whirling within my soul. Darting to my feet I offer an arm to the still chuckling Malfoy. Open mouthed students frozen around them Draco bows in acknowledgement and links his arm with me, his one time enemy now cautious friend. "You must promise not to speak of any of the wondrous secrets I gift you with young scarhead, for to do so would negate the power of such things." Snickering we stride through a rapidly parting ocean of shocked students and faculty.
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"Did you hear? Malfoy and Harry are on speaking terms."
"Sh, that's nothing, I saw them outside acting like the best of friends."
"No way, Harry's talking to a Slytherin?"
"Isn't it amazing how quickly gossip can travel?" I murmur, chin propped in my palm. "Seems everyone's interested in my life."
Looking affronted 'Mione leans forward and meets my eyes, "Really Harry, do think about the reasoning behind the 'gossip'. You and that prat have been the ideal show of enemies since first year but suddenly you're all friendly. People are going to talk."
"Why should it matter if Draco and I have decided to reconcile our long standing hatred for a more beneficial friendship?"
Jaw dropping Ron hisses, "He's a wannabe Death Eater Harry, in line to be a servant for You-know-who."
"Please," a voice drawls, "Had I wanted to kill Harry I could have done it years ago and spent my time here in relative peace."
Eyes flashing impishly I tilt my head up peering through a fringe of bangs at the blond standing just behind me. "Relative peace?"
"Relative without your yammering and hero worshippers, after all some of the chaos would still exist without you there to create it."
Stalking up between the House tables a disgruntled looking Professor of Potions points in the direction of the Slytherin table. "If you would be so kind as to take your seat Mr. Malfoy we may begin the sorting."
Winking at me Draco nods, "Yes Professor, see you later wonder boy."
Twitching I snarl at the nickname, "I am not a wonder boy."
"Harry -"
Hand lifting to wave at 'Mione I turn as the Great Hall's doors are opened and Professor McGonagall leads the train of awestricken First years into the Great Hall. Did we look that terrified? I know I probably did, but Malfoy - humph, he was probably too busy gloating to his goonies over the Malfoy name to be impressed by the Hall. Mer, I should ask him next time I have the time, who knows, maybe even a stuck up Malfoy pureblood got something of a shock when he first entered Hogwarts.
Lining the First years with a simple wave of her wand Professor McGonagall then turns and grabs the stool and sorting hat. Hat perching easily on the stool it waits for her to step back before beginning its song.
'In Times of old when I was new
And Hogwarts barely started
The founders of our noble school
Thought never to be parted:
United by a common goal,
They had the selfsame yearning,
To make the world's best magic school
And pass along their learning.
"Together we build and teach!"
The four good friends decided
And never did they dream that they
Might someday be divided,
For were there such good friends anywhere
As Slytherin and Gryffindor?
Unless it was the second pair
Of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?
So how could it have gone so wrong?
How could such friendships fail?
Why, I was there and so can tell
The whole sad, sorry tale.
Said Slytherin, "We'll teach just those
Whose ancestry is purest."
Said Ravenclaw, "We shall teach just those whose
Intelligence is surest."
Said Gryffindor, "We'll teach all those
With brave deeds to their name."
Said Hufflepuff, "I'll teach the lot,
And treat them just the same."
These differences caused little strife
When first they came to light,
For each of the four founders had
A house in which they might
Take only those they wanted, so,
For instance, Slytherin
Took only pureblood wizards
Of great cunning, just like him,
And only those of sharpest mind
Were taught by Ravenclaw
While the bravest and the boldest
Went to daring Gryffindor.
Good Hufflepuff, she took the rest,
And taught them all she knew,
Thus the Houses and their founders
Retained friendships firm and true.
So Hogwarts worked in harmony
for several happy years,
But then discord crept among us
Feeding on our faults and fears.
The Houses that, like pillars four,
Had once held up our school,
Now turned upon each other and,
Divided, sought to rule.
And for a while it seemed the school
Must meet an early end,
What with dueling and fighting
And the clash of friend on friend
And at last there came a morning
When old Slytherin departed
And though the fighting then died out
He left us quite downhearted.
And never since the founders four
Were whittled down to three
Have the Houses been united
As they once were meant to be.
And now the Sorting Hat is here
And you all know the score:
I will sort you into Houses
Because that is what I'm for,
But this year I will go further,
Listen closely to my song:
Though condemned I am to split you
Still I worry that it's wrong,
Though I must fulfill my duty
And must quarter every year
Still I wonder whether sorting
May not bring the end I fear.
Oh, know the perils, read the signs,
The warning history shows,
For our Hogwarts is in danger
From external, deadly foes
And we must unite inside her
Or we'll crumble form within
I have told you, I have warned you...
Let the Sorting now begin.'
Nodding in agreement McGonagall unrolls the parchment with the list of First years on it and begins calling them up.
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Throat tightening painfully I manage a slight smile as yet another newly sorted Gryffindor realizes that they are in the same House as the Boy Who bloody Lived. Dear gods, if one more of them comes up to me and says 'Harry Potter, you're Harry Potter? You're the Boy Who Lived? Can I have your autograph' I'm going to explode. And right on cue, here comes another one. Why couldn't I have given in and let the hat put me in Slytherin? At least then I wouldn't be forced to seem charitable to these annoying gits.
If you don't want t' listen t' them just get up an' leave ducky. What 'ave I told you 'bout living your own life?
Letting out an annoyed sigh I rise from the bench and nod to my fellow Gryffindors before turning heel and leaving the Hall. Robes billowing out behind me in a Snape like manner I stride angrily through the halls with no particular direction in mind. "Bloody gits, can't they leave me alone? Or see past the whole stupid boy who lived crap? Why do I of all people get saddled with this 'fame'?� Heart aching I halt, dropping my forehead to the wall before me. �Ah Siri I wish you were here still, you'd talk to me and help me figure out how to deal with this onslaught."
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Watch silently as thedark hairedGryffindor sweeps from the Hall I gnaw on my lip in a moment of consideration. We were newly reconciled true, but was that all I needed to leave the Hall and follow him? He was so much more then the blustering boy he had been these past five years. Silver ringing against the china I move to my feet mind made up. Ignore the odd looks my fellow Slytherin were giving me I exit in much the same manner as Potter had moments earlier.
Tuck my loose hair behind an ear as I trail along behind the Gryffindor. If Father could see me now. Voice filling the hall with soft mutterings I watch as Potter stops and leans against a wall for support. Coming up behind him I stretch a hesitant hand out to brush his shoulder, "Harry, can I - would you like to talk to me? I know we haven't had this truce for long but I hate to see you -" Unsure of where to go from there I flush as he glances over his shoulder at me. "Oh Salazar, Harry you look like they're slowly taking away what makes you the annoying golden Gryffindor."
Eyes going wide as the supposed savior of the Wizarding world sinks into a limp pile on the floor, hands reaching up to hide his face, I stand frozen. "I'm so worthless! I can't do anything to stop this madness. I want to be a normal boy but how can I when every turn I make either throws me into Voldemort -" flinch "or into some other unspeakable peril? I'm bloody tired of being their savior!"
Those green eyes were staring up at me, too many emotions twisting and burning in them to be described. Ebony hair trailed haphazardly into his left eye as a single tear slides from his right Harry curls his shoulders forward, head falling to his chest, and whispers, "You must think I'm quite the sod hey Malfoy? Here I sit whining about having the awe and dubious worship of most of the Wizarding world. Quite the wonder boy now, if Voldemort could only see me now he'd probably laugh himself into next week."
Crouching in front of the mess of limbs that was Harry I reach a hand out to him; fingers running lightly down his tear-dampened cheek. "I don't think any such thing. Harry, I - I have no real choice in my path either if I want to keep the Malfoy name and the power, wealth, and prestige that goes with it. I trust that Weasel - er Weasley and Grainger tell you that you're over reacting when and if you voice these thoughts yes?" Hair bobbing in what could be qualified as a nod the Gryffindor remains huddled in on himself. Dropping forward to my knees I do the first thing that comes to my mind and shift closer to the decidedly morose Gryffindor curling my arms around him.
"Sh Wonder Boy, I don't care who you are on the outside, it's who you are beneath all the trappings of Boy Who Refuses To Die that made me offer my hand to you on the train earlier. I will admit that when I first met you it was your fame that I was after, but I guess I've thought a considerable bit about our petty rivalry this past summer, same as you I imagine."
Laugh thick with the tears he was pretending not to cry Harry whispers, "Some Slytherin you are prat."
Clutch at the back of his robes as he snakes thin arms about my chest. He really was different then before. "Shut up scarhead."
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